I cannot believe my plans to make a fantasy into reality. Every six months my job allows a Rest and Recreation break. I would be returning to the US for two weeks then back to work overseas. My plan simple, take an extra three days of vacation, layover in London; go shopping for everything I would need. Spend a few days meeting men in my motel room then attend a London club called The Club. The Club applauded as a CD or TV sexy, friendly, gloriously sleazy club for transgirls and admires. The Club ran on the first and third Wednesday of the month.
My name is Roger; I am a bisexual man who has developed a fetish for dressing in woman clothes and meeting men for sex. My wife does not know that I am a bisexual, and a cross-dresser. She would never understand or would approve of my behavior. I restricted to playing dress up to time I could slip away from work, maybe two or three hours once a month. Plans can change, and you never know what the future will have in-store for you. I changed jobs and ended working overseas. While traveling, I can disappear for a few days playing dress up for admires. The bad news was working oversea little chance of dressing up and meeting anyone. The good news traveling home on vacation, I would have one or two days for a hotel meets. I would have no sex for six months then one or two days of sex, sex, sex. When I bought my tickets using the multicity allowing for a three-day lay over in any city I choose. I chose London.
London was the logical choice; everyone speaks some form of English allowing me to understand anyone I would meet. Second London has some of the best TV or CD friendly clubs anywhere. Most UK men are more sexual freed than men from US are. The UK does not frown on cross-dressing kink or fetish as in the US.
I arrived at Heathrow Airport about nine AM, clearing customs in forty minutes. I took the tube from the airport to London. I arrived at Kings Cross, around noon, and not hungry since I, being on US time. I walked a short distance to my hotel. The desk clerk told me my room would be ready by three PM. I asked if I could check my bags they said yes, they have a check baggage room. I went shopping for a new outfit for Cindy.
My first stop planned to be a woman's fashions store that caters to CD or TV. I always had a problem going shopping for woman's clothing; I would feel so embarrass just being in the lingerie department. With some apprehension, I entered the store with three salesclerks greeted me. Each had a warm smile. After a short introduction, I explained that I needed new outfit. Silence; being more specific, I said, "I need a new outfit, wig, dress, shoes and stockings."
One of the salesclerks named Marcy, smiled at me and said, "Let us see what we have in your size."
I told Marcy that I had a 40-inch chest and 38-inch waist. Marcy led me to the back where there were racks of dresses. We stopped at the women's large and extra large. I suggested, "I am not sure, what would be sexier a dress or a skirt and a top."
Marci pulled out one dress and one skirt and top; she took them to the fitting room guiding me to enter. I stripped down to my boxers and tee shirt leaving my socks on. I tried on the dress, just got it on when Marcy entered the fitting room. Marcy zipped up the back, telling me to step out to view in the mirror how I looked in the dress. Marcy help surprised me when I was partially undressed, but I knew there was nothing sexual happening. The black dress had a high waist compensating for my extra twenty pounds. The black dress also has a slimming effect. The dress hem came to the knee at the top having half sleeves and a square collar. The short sleeves covered up my upper arms with the Peter Pan collar disclosing my white chest. I looked down on my hairy chest and made a mental note to shave. Marcy did a good job in picking out the right size the first time; my size was woman x-large. Pleased with the dress, but the black color made I look older. Setting the dress aside next, I tried on the skirt and top. The short skirt about 4" above my knees, and a lovely blue shade. The skirt material was made of soft rayon. The white knit top came with over the shoulder sleeves. I liked both outfit and did not know which one to buy. Like most men, I bought both thinking; I could change my outfit as needed.
Everything I needed was stocked in the shop. I could try on the dresses, shoes and wigs from one location. Next, I told Marci, "I would like to see what you have in boots."
Marci said straightforward, "No need to put on your pants if you are going to try on boots. You can be out here in your undies."
I respond, "OK, can you show me red PVC boot?" My shopping list for CD clothing gathered from comments I have received from men whom I had chatted with on the Internet. I had a specific shopping list. Marci took a pair of boots out of the box, handed me one then the other to try one. Putting on the boots one at a time, they were a perfect fit, size 11 wide. I placed one boot on then the other. Marci asked me to stand up and walk a few steps. These boots had five-inch heels, with my height being 5'-10"; these booths had me standing over six feet. I took a few steps, feeling uneasy walking in heals the first time; I turned around as saw Marci looking at my legs. I was not sure if she was checking me out or just looking to make sure, the boots fit. I enjoyed the possibility that Marcy might have been checking me out.
"Marcy, I like the boots, I will take them." I said as I returned to sit down and take the boots off. "Next I would like to see a blond wig, shoulder length with some hair that would cover part of the face." In a minute, Marcy returned with three wigs, each in a different shade of blonde-haired person. I tried the first one, looked in the mirror, disliking the style; I tried on the second and like this one better. I tried the last wig, looked at my image in the mirror, the perfect wig for Cindy. The wig cut allowed some of the hair to drape hiding the sides of my face.
Shopping went as planned. Shopping for woman clothes at this store was not embarrassing. The staff and especially Marcy understood. Next Marcy showed me several corsets. The one I picked had catches and a zipper ups the front. The corset did nothing to make me look skinny, but the corset made me look sexy. I finish of shopping with a pair of red lace panties, and black thigh-high stockings with black suspenders. Total cost was less than three hundred pounds. Marcy wrapped everything into bags; I could hardly wait to try everything on when I returned to my hotel.
I arrived back at my hotel a little after two PM and could check into my room. In my room, everything came out of the bags, removing my entire clothes; I stand in front of the mirror. I could feel the excitement about dressing in my new outfit. I dressed as Cindy for the first time. However, before I start to dress I need to shave and to remove some of my body hair. I like using a shaving gel and a new four-blade razor. I will shave twice to make sure my beard will not show thought my makeup. I bought an inexpensive electric razor that has a size trimmer. With his, I can remove hair from my chest, stomach and legs. There are places where the electric razor and the hand razor are not that good at removing hair, which is between my crack, around my anus, my balls and pubic area. For hair removal in these places, I use a hair remover cream called Magic. Magic is a cream packaged in a tube. The instructions said to apply the cream to the skin, allowing the cream to remain for seven minutes. To make sure you remove all the cream I shower and wash the Magic areas with a washcloth and soap. The hair just comes off leaving me clean and smooth. I am enjoying my gurly preparation time.
Rubbing my hands up and down my smooth body provides a fresh sensation. My brand new outfits neatly laid on the bed, everything I needed to be Cindy, stocking, panties, suspenders, bra, skirt, blouse, and bar with silicone fake breasts, wig and makeup. When a woman dresses up, they take a longtime I now can understand why. The stockings went on first, rolling them down in my hands, and subsequently sliding my toes into the smooth material. I unrolled them over the heel, up to the calf, next the knee to my thigh I could feel the silky sensation against my freshly shaved legs. The stocking were self-supporting, but I still wanted the sexy look by added the suspenders. Shear black stockings, black suspenders, I looked sexy. Next, I slipped on the ruffle ruby French cut panties. The black and scarlet were colors looking hot and sexy on me. Putting the bra on was a challenge. After a few failed tries remembered seeing, my wife put on a bra. She put it on backwards, fastening the hooks then twisting the bra around with straps up and over the shoulders.
Dressed in my red ruffle French cut panties, I was ready to meet several men who all would be willing to treat me like a slut. I put on the black dress then looked in the mirror. When dressed I was not bad looking from the neck down. I have only applied makeup once the results were not impressive. This time I reviewed many YouTube videos about transsexual putting on makeup. I now had a better understanding make up application. For the last week, I have been taking care of the skin on my face by cleaning, toning and moisturizing. I made sure my face was clean allowing the makeup to work the best. I applied a conceler under my eyes, and around my nose. Especially important is the application of a conceler to cover up the beard. Following up I apply a base or foundation that closely matches my skin tone. I use a power puff to place a light dusting of powder to hold the foundation in place.
To lighten up my eyes I start with the eyeliner (for me this is the most difficult). Then I clean up my eyebrows, filling in any holes, and finally apply eye shadow and mascara. I applied a light dusting of blush, working my way down to the lips. My lips had a gorgeous shimmer after application of lipstick and lip-gloss.
I place my wig snugly on my head. My wig groomed short on the sides and long in the back, with a part in the middle. I selected this wig because it allowed some of the hair to drape over my face hiding my manly features. It took me a little over two hours to go from Roger, straight average man to Cindy, cross-dressing, sexy slut.
My first date schedules to arrive at 5 PM. I say my date because I had posted a message on Craigslist, and had several men respond wanting to meet me. I guess my post was a little suggestive letting everyone know that I was an easy lay. At five, PM, my phone rings and it is Greg, a ruby player who is the lobby. I told him my room number; he will be up in a minute. I had exchanged many emails with Greg, who admitted that he considered himself straight. He said act of having sex on a man would make him physically ill. He told me that he had met one cross-dresser, which rocked his world. Greg has contacted me for his second transsexual meet. One last check, makeup, lips, yes, I am passable, in a dark room, and I turned off all the lights except the one in the bathroom. There was a knock at the door; my heart rate increased; I had worked hard to dress perfect for Greg; I hoped he would approve. I opened the door, and Greg walked into my room. I only saw a picture of his cock and not one of his face. He was handsome, clean-shaven, square jaw, with a Kirk Douglas dimple and dark-blue eyes. I wore tight jeans and a ruby striped shirt. The ruby shirt was tight in the shoulders showing large biceps and peck muscles. I am gathering in Greg's looks as we walk into the room, I sit in on the bed he sits in one of the chairs. I am sitting on the bed showing my stocking clad legs, my short skirt rides up showing the top of my stocking with a suspend strap showing. I inhaled to increase me bust and tucked in my tummy.
I started the conservation by saying, "Greg it is nice to meet you after all our emails. I seem to know much about you."
Greg said, "Cindy you are just like your pictures, attractive and sexy." His eyes are not looking at my eyes but my chest, men.
I said, "Greg, I bet you say that to all the gurls you meet," pretending to be blushing.
I said in my best female voice, "Greg Sweetie I have been waiting to meet you since your first email. Your picture was a turn on, and I wanted to dress up just the way you asked me too." I pulled up my skirt to show off my stockings and suspenders, but not enough to show my ruffle panties. "Do you like my outfit Sweetie?" I walk towards Greg, straddle one of his legs, and slowly rub him between his. At the same time, I move my hand over my body, from my hips up to my breast then to my mouth where I suck my fingers. Greg impressed as his hand is resting in his lap, trying to hide his growing hardness. I lean forward put my hands on his shoulders and let my lips lightly kiss his neck moving to his ears. From our emails, he told me he did not want to kiss on the lips, but the neck and ears are erogenous zones and a good place to start to tune on a man. Greg's hands react instantly and reach up to run up from my hips to my tits. My fake tits do feel real to him. I wished they were really, so I could feel the excitement as Greg fell them. He feels the fake raised, nipple and thinking they are real he to pull me close as he sucks them through my blouse. I would have loved them to respond to his touch.
At this point, I did not think Greg was averse being here with me. I stood; turned around showing him by behind as he grabs one check then the other. I move my hip in a rocking motion feeling his hands slip down to my legs as he lifts my skirt. His hand rubs up and down the inside of my legs, definitely a turn-on for me. He pulls me back causing me to sit on his lap. I move my arse in circular movements giving Greg a pleasurable lap dance. I could feel his hardness rubbing my thighs as we both became aroused. I like to be obedient and let the man decide what we do. Assuming the position of a compliant, on my knees in front of a man, what he does next is up to him, I give him full control.
Greg opens his legs, with one hand rubbing his bulge. I took my hands placing them on each knee then slides them up on the inside his thighs as I reach closer to his now stiff dick. Greg reclines in with his heads back looking at the ceiling; I got the feeling that he wanted to get a blowjob, but did not want to watch a guy in drag do the deed.
My hands move to his belt, then to his zipper where I discover that he was not wearing any underwear. I reached my hand into his pants to feel his cock. His cock was big, warm, silky to the touch, and hard. I tried not to bend his erection. I freed his dick to revel in an impressive example of male manhood. I am always surprised when I see a man's cock for the first time. His cock was large, uncut, thick and smooth. I tug on his pants as he lifts his legs allowing me to pull them down to his knees. He is still not looking at me. I kissed the inside his thigh, next the other thigh, moving to his balls. I held his cock in my hands as my mouth kissed one ball, next the other. My kissing turned into licking each ball and finally sucking one then the other into my mouth. I use my tongue to massage and tickle them.
Being a good cocksucker is taking your time and enjoys what you are doing. If you enjoy sucking, cock a man, most likely the man owning the cock will also. I lightly touched his cock with my mouth, kissed, and licked his shaft moving to his sheaved glad head. I have only sucked a few uncut cocks finding them to be a unique experience. I read the foreskin is sensitive, and I decided to test and see how sensitive Greg's foreskin can be. I licked his foreskin at the top of his dick; this kissed his gland head finishing with opening my mouth allowing him to feel my warm mouth. I rubbed my tongue around his dick tip, finding his opening to his covered gland head. I now pull down on his shaft with my hand, resulting in his gland head reveled. My tongue finds this hidden delight and message every inch.
Greg's gives a little moan. I must be doing something right. I keep the skin pulled back allowing his cock head to be disclosed and available to my mouth, lips and tongue. Greg starts moving hi hip as he places his hands on each side of my head. With a light, but firm touch, he pushes his cock deeper in my mouth. I was not sure how much of his cock I was going to swallow. I was willing to try to swallow his entire cock. Each time a little more of his cock disappeared until my mouth touched his balls.
I could not breathe each time his cock went all the way down my throat. I had to control my breathing in rhythm with Greg's him thrusts. Looked up at Greg's face I saw him looking at me. My mouth around his cock, sucking him, taking all of his erections into my mouth. He smiled, as I took his cock out of my mouth, gland disclosed with precum oozing out of his pee hole. I licked his sweetness then rubbed his precum on my lips. I open my mouth wide allowing Greg to see his cock disappear. His hips move with deeper thrusts, his hands holding me down with each movement. Greg says, "Oh baby, I am cumming. Oh, suck my cock baby. Take my load." With that my throats feels a squirt of warm fluid. I tighten my throat muscle and move my tongue to coach another spasm. I needed to breathe so back off so now the squirt of semen is in my mouth. Swallowing his warm, fluid I swirled his cum around my mouth. I accepted his entire flavor; opening my mouth, I showed him that I swallowed all of his creamy fluid. I lick the remaining cum from his cock placing my head on his lap. I am satisfied; Greg is not zipping up so guess he enjoyed my cocksucking.
Greg starts to talk," Wow Cindy that was wonderful. That was amazing; my girlfriend does not suck as well as you do." He pauses, smiles and said, "You should give lessons. She spits, and you did not. I like that, makes me fee like you wanted to suck me."
I responded, "Greg Sweetie; I wanted to suck your cock since you sent me your picture. When we met at the door, my need was to give you a wonderful BJ." I say these things because they are true, and a man's ego loves to hear that he is sexually desirable.
Greg looks at his watch, says it is getting late, and he has to run. He extends his hand; I give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. From the time, Greg arrived to the time he left was less than fourth-five. I have about fifteen minutes before my next on line friend to arrive at six PM.
Sahib was the next man I had agreed to meet. He said he was Pakistani and asked if I had an issue with meeting a black man. I responded in my email that no, told him of my age and asked if he had any issue with my age. He said no, and we agreed to meet. I got into my next outfit sought by Sahib. He said liked white stockings, white suspenders, and short black PVC skirt, with a blue and white knit top. I had. I told him about my thigh high red PVC boots that make me look like a streetwalker, which he wanted me to wear. I have a corset that does not make me slimmer, but adds a little sex appeal to my woman's underwear outfit. I freshen up my makeup, putting on some blush to my cheeks, lipstick to my lips, then a light dusting of power. I took a couple of breath mints, so I would not smell of cum in my mouth and applied perfume. I put on women gold watch, a couple of rings, and a set of pearl necklace with a matching pearl bracelet. I walked past the mirror on the wall, stopped to take a glimpse of Cindy, wow, not bad looking.
There was a knock at the door. I open the door and in walk a short heavyset dark-skinned man. Black hair, brown eyes, when our eyes made contact, he smiled showing white teeth. He wore a button-down shirt, slacks and brown shores.
I said, "Please come in. I am so glad to meet you Sahib." Walking past the bathroom and into the bedroom, this is still dimly lit. As I walk, Sahib placed his hands on my arse.
Sahib said, "Cindy, you look so lovely tonight." He said the quickly and on one tone level with a thick Pakistani accent.
I stopped in front of the bed allowing him to catch up to me; his hands reached around moving to my breasts where I could watch his hand fondle me. My red thigh he boots had been five-inch heels with my normal height of five feet ten inches; I am standing well over six feet, a good six inches over Sahib. One hand moves to my neck and pulling me gently to him allowing our lips to meet. His first kiss was long and passionate, and then his tongue darted out to explore my lips. Without hesitation, my lips parted, allowing him full access to my mouth with my tongue offering some resistance against his advances. These passionate exchanges lasted several minutes where our hands touch, rubbed and explored the other body.
I start to unbutton his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders and up out of his pants. He kicks off his shoes making him smaller. My hand next dropped to his waist where I fumble with his belt, unzipped his fly with his pant falling to the floor, he steps out. He is standing there in white tee shirt, jockey and socks. I begin to kiss his ears, neck, lift his tee shirt to suck his nipples. He removes his tee shirt. I moved down kissing and letting my tongue drag lightly over his brown skin. I am kneeling now, pulling down his jockey, freeing a cute little cock, with a mushroom head and fully erect. I continue to kiss all around his cock, but not letting Sahib feel my mouth. I lay down on the bed, patting a space for him to lie. Side by side, we embrace each other our lips meet again, our tongues tango; his hand moves down to my legs, slips beneath the skirt to the top of my stockings. He feels the smoothness of the stockings slides his hand between my legs and pets the inside my thigh. My hand is rubbing his little cock, and then caressing his balls we continue to kiss passionately.
I break the Frenching, moving to his cock. I again kiss and lick all around, teasing him, exciting him, wanting him to want my wet mouth on his cock. His balls were smooth, not sure if he shaved or if this was a natural condition. I suck on his balls, sucking one nut into my mouth; Sahib responds with a sound of surprise while sucking in a breathe. Doing the same to his other nut, I now have both in my mouth. I let my tongue slip out and lick the area under his balls. Sahib responded, this time it was with an exhalation breath. I wonder if his wife has ever done this for Sahib. His cock fully erected and stood between three but no more than four inches.
I mouth moves to the base of his dick, kissing all around the base, then up to his shaft to the top. I kiss and suck all around his dick head, receiving some precum for my reward. I look up at his face watching everything that I am doing. I rub his cock on my lips, transferring his precum then I stick out my tongue to lick his sweetness.
I could see a smile and his white teeth grinning at me, I now open my mouth slowly took his dick into my warmth. Sahib sighted; I assume he was into receiving pleasure. I used my tongue to massage his cock shaft and head. His dick was small allowing for a different type of oral than one can do with a larger dick. While I was sucking, his hands were not idle. One of his hands slips under my panties continuing to explore my crack; his finger fines my man cunt. I wiggle my bottom as a suggestion accepting his actions. His finger presses in my prelude hole; I sigh with feeling his penetration. He inserts a second finger pushing further into my cavity. I am sucking and licking his dick, cupping his balls in my hand massaging both dick and balls.
Sahib removes his fingers telling me, "Cindy, lie down with some pillows under you," as he moves two pillows on top of each other. He instructed, "That is it, lie over the pillows, let me see your arse," as he speaks fast and monotone. In an adapted doggy position, I can feel his hands raising my skirt showing off my panties, stocking, and suspenders. He moves between my legs, slides my panties off to one side, moves closer, feeling his hand move his dick up and down my crack. When he found my hole, he moves to line up and slides easily in, not pain for me because of his size. I wiggle my bottom against his hips, moving out and back fucking his cock. He grabs my hips where we develop a syncopation of movements. We fucked like this for a longtime. All of his cocks could be in me. I stopped, allowed his dick to slide out, telling Sahib to lie on his back. He did as suggested. I then mount him in the reverse cowgirl position, sitting on top facing away. I grab his cock then guiding him my waiting hole. I could take all of his cocks into my cunt giving him the maximum of pleasure. I ride up and down, posting my actions gliding almost out then sit down to take all deep in me. Riding his cock in this position, I was getting more pleasure, and all Sahibs had to do was lay there and enjoy. I now move to the cowgirl position facing him. I sit on his cock and lean forward to kiss and suck his nipples. He raised his hips fucking my cunt as I willing bottom. It did not take long in this position for me to feel Sahib's body tense up. He fucked me fasted and deeper. Holding me close to his chest, I continue to suck his nipples, nibble on them and bite them lightly. That causes him to erupt inside me. With each squirt, I contract my anus muscles, responding to his deposit, coaching him to squirt repeatedly. He appeared exhausted, and I filled and satisfied. I lay on him until his dick slides out, where I move to lay next to him, with my head on his chest. Neither one is saying a word, relaxing in Sahib's anticlimax. After about ten minutes, I kiss him and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I could feel his cum dripping out and need to clean up. In a minute, I returned to find him pants on, shirt on and tying his shoes. He stands and says in a very polite voice, "Oh Cindy that was great. Neither of my wives gives oral as good as you did. I never had a woman on top before. I will have to coach my wives on how to do that position. I need to go now, thank you."
I responded, "Sahib; you are so kind. It was my pleasure, and I am happy that we met." Sahib leaves; this meeting lasted only thirty minutes allowing me a few minutes to catch my breath, clean up and catch my breath. I stripped all except for my bra and fake tits. I use the shower wand with a special attachment made to douche out my cavity. I have a concern of not being clean and take much care to avoid any embarrassments. All cleaned out for the next several hours. I apply a little KY to my hole and slides in a finger to make sure I will be ready and easy to enter.
On Wednesday at two PM, I walked over to the pub called Central Station. The Bed & Breakfast consisted of rooms up stairs, a bar at street level and a gay club in the basement. The CD that needed a place to dress used the second-floor bar. At his Club, a CD could dress and put on their makeup. I arranged to have a make-up artist do my makeup, for a fee of fifteen pounds. She worked for an hour on my makeup, first applying the conceler to hide my beard, then the foundation to smooth over my face, eye shadow and other necessary made up. I had my outfit on including my wig. There in the mirror was Cindy looking pretty and sexy.
At three, PM, I walked down the street level, found the entrance to the club. I paid my entrance fee of ten pounds; men had to pay twenty pounds and entrance to The Club. I wore my thigh high red PVC booths with five-inch heel. The stair was narrow, and winding; I was sure to hold on to the handrail to make sure I did not slip and break a leg The coatroom located at the bottom of the steps then you entered the Club. You can check your bag of street clothes and makeup kit. In the coatroom, the host and host were present greeting everyone who entered. The bar was off to the right. To the right and left were dark passages ways leading off in three different directions. There were men and woman standing at the bar waiting for any action that might happen.
I went to the bar and ordered a stout. I do not look sexy in glasses so had them in my purse resulting in not being able to see anything clearly. Men would order a drink at the bar; the looked in my directions, I could not tell if we made eye contact, but smiled as if we did. I dressed in a short blue skirt, black fishnet stockings, the red PVC booths with a black knit three-quarter sleeve pull over a top. I wore wearing a brand-new shoulder length dirty blond wig. My makeup on the over the board side, with blue eyeliner and red lipstick, I looked liked a slut looking to be laid.
It did not take long for one of the men to approach me. He said, "Hello, my name is Mark, and you are gorgeous."
I fainted blushing and said back, "Hello Mark; I am Cindy, and I bet you say that to all the girls."
Mark smile, "Only to the ones that are hot and sexy, and I have an interest."
I smiled and thought to myself, he was straight to the point. The Club just opened, and I had the first admire hitting on me. Mark moved close enough that I could look into his eyes and said, "Mark if I did no know better, I would think you are hitting on me."
Mark asked, "Is this your first time here?"
I responded, "Yes; I am here on vacation and wanted to check out the Club."
Mark said as he reached out and took my hand, "Let me show you around. He led the way. I had to be careful walking in my boots. I did not want to twist an ankle. Moments after being down stairs, I had someone interested in Cindy. Holding onto a man's hand, being led excited me. As we walked, Mark said, "Here is a little cubbyhole where we can have a little privacy, and over, here is the sling, later tonight there might be some action here, and this is a room for a bed, it can be crowded in here." We walked down a narrow corridor leading to another room. We doubled back past the sling and to the cubbyhole. Mark without asking, open the curtain, and lead me into the area of about one-meter square.
Without asking, he unzipped his pants, took out his cock in one hand, with the other hand, he placed it on my shoulder and pressed down. This action told me to Mark wanted me on my knees. I did, as Mark wanted. On my knees I looked up at Mark's face, open my mouth wide, so he could place his cock in my mouth. Once he did, I closed my mouth around his cock and moved my head in and out taking all of his cocks. Mark put his hands on each side of my head and rocked his hips in a counter to my motion allowing all of his cocks to disappear into my mouth, and then reappear from my mouth. I notice there were not a few other men in the cubbyhole watching the action. Mark stepped back taking his cock from my mouth and allow a man on his side to slip into the position in front of me, shoving his cock into my empty mouth. This man allowed me to suck him for a few minutes when he stepped aside, and a third man stepped up putting his cock in my mouth. This man must have been excited by watching the action because in a short time, he made a loud sound, coinciding with a flood of warm fluid in my mouth. I looked up at him, opened my mouth; his cock slipped out of mouth reveling it was full of white creamy cum. He zipped up and left the area. Before the next man could slip in front of me, I stood up to stretch my legs; I had been kneeling more in the last 15 minutes than in church in the last 15 years. I excused myself from the two men waiting for their turn and left the cubbyhole.
Back to the bar, I had another drink. At the bar, a good-looking TV came to the bar to order a drink. She said, "Hello, I am Michelle."
I responded by saying, "I am CindyUSA or just Cindy." We shook hands. Michelle stood over six feet tall in here red five-inch spiked heels. She had nice stockings on, very sheer and a nice golden brown. Her skirt ended halfway between her knee and hips, just right for The Club.
Michelle asked, "Is this the first time at The Club?"
I told her, "I have been here once before, about six months ago. I was little shy last time. I did not know anyone and well, did not fully enjoy myself."
Michelle asked, "Cindy are you shy tonight?"
I said, "No, I am not shy tonight just very submissive." No sooner had the words submissive passed my lips, Michelle took my hand and leading me down one of the corridors and into the room that had a large platform bed. She sat on the side of the bed and patted the area next to her, motioning for me to sit by her side. I did and requested. Michelle put her arms around me planting a big kiss on my lips, much to the pleasure of the several men standing around against the walls. Michelle's tongue parted my lips. Her tongue wet, warm and passionate. I rather lost myself for a few second, not considering I was kissing a man. Hell, it did not matter; Michelle was hot, taking charge, as her hand felt my cheeks, my ears, and my neck. Then she fondled my tits through my knit top. Wow, she knew all the hot spots; she turned me on by her actions. Michelle lays down pulling me with here, now we both stretched out on the bed. I could feel other hands on my body, on my stocking legs, between my legs on the bare skin between the stockings and my panties.
Michelle rolls over on top of me, kneels on my chest. She raised her skit to show off a hot pink lace panty, matching suspenders and a very large bulge. She leans forward rubbing her bulge on my mouth. The crowds of men were increasing, wanted to see two TV do the Lesbos thing. Michelle sensing what the men wanted to see. She slipped a finger inside her pink -panties and with one motion, freed here clitty, showing it semi-erect, and uncut. I opened my mouth as Michelle slowly placed her clitty in my mouth as the men watched. I kissed and licked her clitty then swallow as much as I could; about half swallowed in my mouth. Michelle rocked back and forth allowing her clitty to move in and out of my warm, wet mouth. By this time, someone had removed my panties, and someone touched me jacking my cock. Several men were fondling Michelle's large tits. Michelle's cock was fully erect. She got off my chest moving to the front of the bed. I rolled over on all fours, in this position I was able to suck here clitty again. She held my head and slowly fucked my face. I felt a hand lightly spanked my ass cheek. I wiggled in return, showing that I did not mind. The next spank on the other ass cheek felt harder. I faked pain wiggle my ass cheek again. The man next spanked one cheek then the other; each time with a little more forced until each spank created a louder noise.
The area around the bed stood many men. Finally, the spanking stopped; my cheeks were burning with heat. I am sucking on Michelle's clit and enjoying every minute of her uncut flesh. I could feel someone running their finger up and down my crack until they found my cunt. In slipped a finger, then two fingers. I pushed back on the hand allow my cunt to be finger fucked. The fingers came out, and I felt a hard cock press against my cunt. I tighten my sphincters muscles to give the feeling of being tight. When he pushed hard against my cunt, I relaxed allowing him to slide in deep. I tighten my sphincters adding addition friction along his sliding shaft and my cunt. I could not believe being lucky to meet Michelle. I took a second to stop sucking her clit and to look at her face. She watched me, watching the man whose cock sliding deep inside my cunt. My body reacted moving forward with each of his thrusts. I looked around; there must have been ten to twelve men in the room and a few other CD watching. One man approached Michelle and with his dick hanging out of his zipper, he stood next to Michelle offering her his cock to suck. She took his cock into her mouth as I watched; it seemed he came very quickly. Michelle bent over kissing me; I could taste cum on her lips. She did something unexpected; she frenched me, and as I opened my mouth, the creamy cum for her giving a blowjob squirted into my mouth. Nothing I could do but to swallow. After receiving a mouth full of second hand cum, she stood up and winked at me. Distracted by what just happen I remembered my ass fucking I was receiving. I continued to ride his cock and contracted my sphincters with each inward thrust. Then he pushed hard pulling my hips stayed motionless as I could feel his cock jerk deep inside me. I felt his warm man juice flood inside my cunt also felt satisfied like a woman used. The room crowded full of people, stuffy with body heat. I was on my knees for a good fifteen minutes and needed to cool off. Michelle and I walked holding hands as we returned to the bar. I felt a wetness leaking out of my anus and running down my leg. I excused myself and found the restrooms. The restroom unisexual used by the CD/TV and by the men; all the stalls had doors so suppose if a real female wanted to use the facilities, she could. I entered the restroom; I saw a few gurls at the sink primping their makeup. I found an empty stall and closed the door. I raised my skirt and realized my panties were gone. Someone had removed them earlier; not sure, who had them now. I expelled some fluid, wiped myself clean and left the stall. At the sink, I washed my hands and checked my makeup. The eyes were OK, but I needed some more lipstick and to freshen up my blush. I returned to the bar, but Michelle had left. My feet were killing me; the red PVC boots might look good but are very painful if you had to wear them and walk in them. I found a chair and rested.
Another CD sat next to me, introduced herself as Anna. She dressed to impress, standing over six feet. I checked her out. She had on black pumps without heels, tan sheer stockings, and a floral A-line dress with a halter straps and skirt length just above the knees. She had an amiable pair of breasts, could not tell if they were real or faked. She had large hoop earrings, deep red lipstick, and a nice long hair blond wig. All total Anna appeared hot and sexy. We chatted about The Club. I mention how nice she looked dressed up and commented on her dress. She returned the complement and told me my makeup looked great. I really enjoyed the time chatting with other CD/TV; we talked about clothes, makeup, shoes, and all the men walking around.
The rest of the evening being a blur. I sucked a few cocks, but no one wanted to cum yet so they would let me suck there for a few minutes then stop and move one to the next hot mouth. I met an older man who took some interest in me. We chatted for a minute. He seemed shy at first, but finally, I got on my knees to suck his cock. His cock would get hard, then soft, then hard again. The man said his heart medication caused his erection problem. I sucked and kissed his cock, fondled his balls and ever rubbed his anus; he got a hand then soft; then hard again but did not cum. After about fifteen minutes, I had to give up on the older guy, I like sucking cock, but like something in return for my efforts. I asked someone the time; they replied to it 8:45 PM. The lights flashed indicated the Club closing. I decided to go to the bar for some fresh air and to get a set for the Drag Queen entertainment. I ordered another larger and found a small table in the corner. At the table, a few minutes when a tall neatly dressed man approached and politely asked if he could sit at my table. The man seemed filmier I asked, "Sure would love to have some company and nice conservation. You seem like someone I met, but I do not remember where."
The man said, "My name is Michael, and we met downstairs." He said this with a grin on his face. I tried to remember, was this one of the men that I give oral too. I showed embarrassment that I did not recognize him.
I said, "Michael you are a good-looking man, and I would have remembered you." Michael showed a grin.
Michael smile saying in a feminine voice, "Sweetie, I was then one that gave you a "snowball," now do you remember?"
My jaw dropped open saying said, "Michelle?" Michael, Michelle seemed to please that I did not recognize him as her.
Michael said, "I enjoyed you sucking my cock and letting me cum in your mouth. That was amazing to feel your mouth on my cock and watch you get fucked."
Remembering everything about the delightful three-way action, I remembered Michelle had a delicious large cock. I watched Michele sucking a cock. She then planted a long wet kiss on my lips. I was surprised that she swapped a mouthful of cum from another man. A man stands on the stage and announcing the impersonator act about to start. I turned to watch the stage when I feel Michael's hand touch mine. Not only did he touch and held my hand. I felt gritty as a schoolgirl, sitting in a bar in London, dressed as a woman with a man holding my hand. Discreetly Michael moved my hand and placed it on his leg. Playing the part of an attentive girlfriend, I let my hand rub his leg moving from the top of his thigh to the inner thigh moving towards his groin, but not touch. Discretely I rubbed the inside of his leg slowly while everyone's eyes looked at the impersonator.
In forty-five minutes, the show ended. Everyone left the bar; some left together and some alone. I had a room upstairs and was about to ask Michael if he wanted to visit me. Michael was in the room a few minutes. We were in each other arms passionately kissing, deep Frenching. Our hands between each other leg. His fingers felt wonderful. Michael had great hands and a hot mouth. Michael had talent. It did not take me long to cum, surprise at the intensity of my climax; I actually shook and moaned aloud. My body jerked with a spasm with each time I squirted cum.
I lie there catching my breath, feeling my heart thumping inside my chest. I approached the male melancholy that all men get after then a climax. Most men at this moment roll over and want to sleep, other men after realizing they just had sex with a stranger, and some are married; they have the fright and flight reflex. Michael had just given me a wonderful climax, and I wanted to do something in return, fighting the feeling to sleep; I put Michael on his back, his erection pointing up and towards a face. The best position to take a large cock is cowgirl position. In this position, I controlled the penetration depth and the speed of his fucking. Michael's cock had a large girth; relaxing I took some of his cocks, easing up then sitting down again. He played with my nipples turning me on. I speeded up to my movements, and he thrust up as I sat down accepting all of his cocks as deep as it could go inside. The speed increases as my balls slap his body and his balls slapping between his legs. Michael's body tenses; he thrusts one last time and leaves his cock deep down in me. A warm sensation spread from far in within me, I feel like I made him cum. I fucked his cock and made him cum inside me. I am a real slut to have a man do this naughty sex deed. I lean forward, keeping his cock in me, I lay on his chest, stretched my out legs, on top of his legs, my head on his shoulders. I contract my anus muscles massaging his cock; wanting every drop of his cum inside me. I had one last contraction, and his cock slides out allowing some of his cum leaking out onto his cock and balls. I roll of his body and lay next to him. He is asleep. I lay there ten more minutes then dress and return to my room. The next morning Michael already left. Michael showed he as passionate love, Michele showed she as a sexy naughty gurl.
My first time at the Club will be a very fond memory, and I hope to meet Michael and Michelle again.