MAY I HELP YOU?
As a professional in a large company, I wear an expensive suit every day to work. I have been crossdressing for many years and prefer the feel of women's underwear. A silky bra and panties feel elegant underneath my tailored suits. One evening after work I was walking through a quiet shopping mall when I noticed a sale sign in the window of an exclusive clothing store. The shopkeeper directed me to several racks of “athletic fit” suits, then left to answer a phone call. As she was the only one in the store, I signaled to her that I wanted to try on a light gray suit, and she pointed to the dressing rooms.
On my way back I passed a rack of women's suits, and saw one made from the same material as the one I had chosen. I selected a size that seemed right and proceeded back to change. The men's suit fit fine, so I tried on the women's one. It had a very flattering waistline and a short skirt. As I stood before the triple mirror admiring how well the outfit looked, my eye caught the saleswoman watching me from behind. She didn't act alarmed at all, but being a true professional, walked up and suggested that I try a colored blouse and scarf instead of my white shirt and tie. I took off the coat, tie, and shirt, revealing the lacy bra I'd worn to work. She returned with a pink silk blouse and a paisley scarf, tying it in an attractive manner around my neck. Her hands slid over my bra as she fastened the buttons up the back of the blouse. I was getting more turned on by the second, and could feel my rock-hard cock pulsate against my silky panties under the short skirt.
She took a step back, then suggested that I needed some shoes to complete the outfit. I told her my size and she brought back several boxes of black pumps. Handing me a package of black, thigh-high nylons, she explained how to pull them up without getting a run. She knelt before me as I sat on a bench, watching my panty-enclosed cock. I trembled a little as I slid the sexy nylons up my thighs, their dark color hiding my leg hair. She pulled a shoe from each box and we decided on a medium-height heel with a pretty bow and thin heel strap. She gently stroked my ankles while slipping the shoes onto my feet and fastening the straps. I stood between her and the mirrors to model the entire outfit. The shoes were a comfortable height, and I didn't wobble at all while walking or turning around. Still kneeling on the carpet, she said I looked great, and her hand stroked up the inside of my nylon-clad legs!
I couldn't believe what happened next! Reaching her hands up my legs, she lowered my come-stained panties and wrapped her luscious lips around my throbbing cock. Her hand continued to stroke my thighs while her mouth gave me the blowjob of the decade. It didn't take long before I exploded in great bursts of come, which she swallowed without missing a drop.
Then it was her turn. I knelt between her legs as she sat on the edge of the bench. Raising her skirt, I discovered that she didn't wear panties, but she had on the same type nylons that she'd given to me! My tongue nearly burned as I dove into her incredibly hot and juicy cunt. She cried out for me to lick harder and faster, until her legs wrapped around my neck and she came in violent spasms. My cock was rigid again, so I rolled her over on the bench. Spreading her legs, I plunged my cock into her flaming pussy. The sight of the two of us in women's clothes was reflected in the mirrors, bringing us both to new levels of excitement. She unbuttoned her blouse and begged me to grab her tits. I held her boobs tightly while slamming into her from behind. She bucked and grunted wildly, coming several more times before my jism streamed into her box. We collapsed onto the bench, drained by the awesome experience.
Afterward, I asked her if she was worried about other customers walking in on us, and she assured me that she had locked the door before waiting on me. I did purchase the men's suit, and she threw in the whole women's outfit at half price since it was “used.” I'm on her new mailing list, arid can't wait for the next sale!—G.H., St. Paul, Minnesota.
GIVING HEAD TO A SALESMAN,
Although my wife has never cared for the fact that I like to wear women's clothes, I'm still able to indulge my fetish regularly. My job requires me to travel a lot, and when I'm on the road, away from my family, I really get dolled up.
My last trip to Atlanta was one of my best experiences. At six in the evening, when I returned to my hotel, I started my routine of showering and shaving—my legs as well as my face. It had been a while since I had had the chance to go out in drag, so I was looking forward to the evening. I decided to wear a basic white bra and panties with a full black slip and black panty hose. I took my time doing my nails and putting on my makeup. (This is one of the most sensual aspects of the entire ritual.) I had recently bought a bright red, faux leather skirt, and I pulled it up below a frilly white blouse. When I topped myself off with a shoulder-length blond wig, I was truly gorgeous.
I stood in front of the mirror and straightened everything out one more time, then stepped into my red spike heels and gave myself another spray of perfume. Throwing a few things into my purse, I headed for my car and sped off toward one of the “liberated'.' bars I know in the area.
The place wasn't far away, and once I was there, it didn't take long for me to start a conversation with some other transvestites. After a while, a rather large, muscular guy sat down at our table and joined in the conversation. It wasn't long before he moved next to me and asked me to dance. I don't consider myself gay or even bi, but I like the idea of playing the female role to the hilt, so I got up to dance with the guy. I figured that as long as the music was fast, I was okay. But when the deejay switched to something slow and the guy pulled me toward him, I found myself in a completely new situation. I was a bit taken aback by this, but soon I felt compelled to lean in closer to him. He whispered in my ear that this night he'd make sure I was all the woman I could be. I put my arms around his neck and told him that if he treated me like a lady, I was all his.
A song or two later we sat down. Our bodies were touching along one side, and I placed my hand on his thigh, quickly finding an erection growing in his pants. I could feel my own cock sliding around in all the nylon under my skirt, and I was afraid that it too would soon be bulging. I told him it was time to leave, and we headed for the door.
When we got back to my hotel, it felt good to kick off my heels. I had to take a leak, and that gave me a chance to fix my lipstick and make myself ladylike again. When I came out of the bathroom, he was already on the bed, loosening his belt. I climbed onto the bed and whispered into his ear, “Leave the rest to me.”
I unbuttoned his shirt and started kissing his chest, running my tongue over his nipples and down around his belly button. His hips were pushing upward, and with my left hand I slowly unzipped his pants and freed his enormous cock. Cupping his hairy balls in one hand, I lightly stroked his masterpiece with the other. All this time, my kisses inched down his body. Finally I wrapped my lips around his oozing head and gently squeezed and tugged at it. He kept pushing it farther into my mouth and I had no choice but to run my lips up and down the length of his shaft. I was in heaven as I gobbled and slurped as much of his dick into my mouth as I could take. His butt was bouncing up and down on the bed, and when I started pumping the base of his cock in tandem with the tongue-lashing I was giving the head, he started to come. Great spurts of jism started streaming into my mouth. Inexperienced as I was, most of it dribbled down my chin and splashed onto his tight, hairy tummy. I don't know what had gotten into me, but the sight of his pulsing, flaring cockhead made me glad I hadn't held back.
He lay there exhausted and I fell back onto the floor. After a minute he was crawling toward me, his hands inching up under my skirt. I got kind of nervous, and in my semideep voice said, “Not tonight, sweetie. It's that time of the month.”
“Don't be stupid,” he told me. “I know you're a guy. Now, let me at that tool. I want to return the favor.”
While he pulled my panties down around my ankles, I unzipped my skirt, completely exposing my already excited dong. In no time, he had his lips pistoning from the head to the base, and his tongue was simply incredible. Bucking my pelvis into his head
, I warned him that I was about to spew. He just moaned, taking an ass cheek in each hand, pulling my prick even deeper into his hungry mouth. Just as I felt I was about to come, he started gently massaging my balls. I let loose with the warmest, creamiest ejaculation I have ever had, and my experienced new friend expertly swallowed it all.—Name and address withheld
A SPECIAL KIND OF GIRL
After five years of living with the same woman I found myself back in circulation again. Tired of having my sexual exploitation limited to the company of my right and left hands, I decided to check out the nightlife in town and see if I might get lucky. But after spending the evening dancing with a number of black-clad, self-absorbed lovelies, I was heading home alone without even a phone number.
I decided to stop at a hip, late-night cafe for a bit to eat. As I walked to the table I spotted a raven-haired beauty. She was wearing an incredibly tight black leather skirt with long seamed stockings. Her legs ended in a pair of “fuck me” stilettos. I could see the garter straps against her thighs. She looked like a “wild thing” from a heavy-metal video.
I looked up and realized she had caught me drooling over her. I quickly averted my eyes and found my way to my table. Almost before I was seated, there she was with both hands on my table, showing off her lovely cleavage. With a smoky voice she said, “The coffee is much better at my place. Want a taste?”
I was dumbfounded but able to blurt out, “Sure.” Then we were on our way out, heading down the street to her flat. I followed her up the stairs, enjoying the view of her lovely backside. My heart was pounding and I could feel my cock start to swell as we reached her door.
Just as I was aware that my bulge was more than obvious, she dropped her keys, bent over and pushed her perfect ass right into my crotch. As she ground that lovely leather-bound package against my straining cock, I thought my zipper would burst open. I could feel my stiff member bounding in time with my heartbeat.
Once she got the door open she spun around and pulled me inside, kicking the door shut. She pulled me close and went straight for my neck, licking and kissing as she savagely ripped off my pants. She nearly tore my shirt off as her mourn traced down my neck to my nipples. She bit and sucked, slowly working her way down my torso to my pulsing cock. She hungrily devoured me, licking and sucking from the purple tip down the shaft to my balls, juggling them with her tongue. This babe loved to suck cock. This was by far the best head I had ever received.
When I thought I would scream from the erotic overload, she started to pump the length of my shaft hard and fast. I could feel my balls pull tight and I knew I was far over the edge. She moaned with every spurt, keeping her greedy mouth glued to my shaft. Suddenly she stood up and mashed her mouth against mine. Our tongues danced in a river of my sweet, sour, and salty semen. She whipped off her lacy top, and I spread our mouthful over her neck, down to her perfect breasts. Semen was everywhere, running down her flat belly faster than my tongue. I ran my hand down her hip, found the zipper to her skirt, and pulled it down.
As I worked her zipper down, she stiffened. Just as I was about to pull her skirt free, she jumped back. I stood up with my cock hard again, wondering if I had hit the wrong erogenous button. I watched as her skirt fell away, revealing her beautiful body clothed in garters, stockings, stilettos, and lacy G-string. I was in for a surprise, though: a huge hard-on poked out of the top.
I was stunned, and she could see it. She took one step back and said, “I guess the night's over.”
Well, I'm very open-minded, but I've never been attracted to men. In a split second, however, I responded, “I hope not.”
She grabbed my hand and said, “Right this way, then!” She led me to the bedroom, where she lay back on the bed and slowly pulled off her G-string panties. The huge cock she had so well concealed was free. I lay down next to her and started giving her the same treatment she had given me. I started at her neck, moving down to her breast and down her stomach to the first and only cock (other than my own) that I had ever touched. With a bit of guidance I started, to run my tongue all over it. I took the head between my lips and circled my tongue around it.
I was just doing what I knew I liked having done to me. I experimented, taking the full length down my throat, sucking and licking her balls. I have to admit I was enjoying myself. Then, just as she had, I started stroking her huge tool hard and fast. Her ass lifted off the bed as she groaned, “Oh yes.” I felt her ball sack tighten and I really started going at it. She pushed her tool deep into my mouth and blasted a huge load of hot semen. I thought I was going to gag. As I pulled away another load shot past my face.
I went up to her mouth and shared her spunk with her as our tongues wrestled. By morning we had sucked each other off twice more. I left weak-kneed.
I never saw her again and didn't really want to, but I had had the opportunity to try something different. I was glad I didn't stay home alone that night.—B.G., Miami, Ohio
GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS
I'd like to share a wonderful experience that I had a while ago. I am a twenty-eight-year-old heterosexual male, about five feet eight inches tall and slim, living with a beautiful twenty-six-year-old woman named Julia. Julia has a boyfriend named Adam.
One evening Julia and I were reading Forum together. A few stories about crossdressing excited both of us. That night Julia encouraged me to try her clothes on.
On my birthday, Julia and her friend Leslie had a surprise for me. First they gave me a nice, hot bubble bath, and shaved my legs and underarms as close as they could. Then they sat me down in front of Julia's dresser and began to apply makeup: base, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, lipstick (red), even long fingernails with red nail polish.
After makeup was done we went to Julia's room and I began opening my birthday gifts. There was everything I needed to be a woman: black stockings, high heels, a tight black dress, a long brunette wig, and a pair of silicone breasts. After I put everything on, it was time for me to take a look at myself in the mirror. I just couldn't believe my eyes, I looked so beautiful and sexy.
Next we all went to the living room. Julia and Leslie showed me how to walk, talk, and act like a woman. We practiced for a couple of hours, drinking wine the whole time.
I was getting pretty horny and having a great time. “Let's go dancing,” Julia suggested. I was so drunk thaat I let them talk me into it.
On the way to the nightclub the girls taught me a few things about how to talk to guys when they ask you to dance. They even gave me a name: Tabitha.
At the club a few guys asked me to dance, but this one guy—about six feet tall, dark and handsome—stuck with me. During one slow dance I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me. It really turned me on. Then, before I knew it, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and French-kissed me. I had never kissed another guy before, but I admit it was great.
Julia, Leslie and I went home and we talked about how much fun we had had. Julia and Leslie kept telling me I should have brought the guy home so we all could have made love to him.
The next Saturday, Julia said that she had another surprise for me. I told her that I wouldn't go out this time. She assured me that wouldn't happen. We went through the whole procedure again. Once again I looked sexy.
After we got dressed up, the doorbell rang. Adam, Julia's boyfriend, walked in. He didn't recognize me at first, but someone had told him about the games that we play. We sat around, watched X-rated videos, and drank more wine. Adam was sitting: in the middle of the couch with Julia and me on each side. We all were getting pretty horny. Adam and Julia were kissing, then Adam put one hand on my leg and started to rub it up and down. Then he turned and kissed me while Julia was unbuttoning his shirt.
Julia and I started to kiss Adam's muscular chest and she led me down to his crotch. I unzipped him and pulled out his half-hard cock. “Go ahead, put it in your mouth,” Julia told me as she pushed my head down on his cock. The skin was soft on his cock as I started to suck on it. I had a bit of a
hard time putting it in my mouth at first, but soon I got the hang of it and really enjoyed it.
Then Julia and I started passing his cock back and forth between us. His cock was hard and nine inches long. Julia showed me how to deep-throat Adam's cock. Before I knew it I was putting all of his hard cock in my mouth. All of a sudden he shot his steaming load into my mouth. It seemed like he came forever.
Then Julia grabbed me by the chin and started kissing and licking the rest of Adam's come off my mouth. Adam's cock was still hard, so Julia pulled down her panties and sat on his cock with her back to Adam. She asked me to lick her pussy and Adam's cock while he was fucking her.
Next Julia asked me to fuck her while we both sucked on Adam's cock, and before long Adam filled our mouths with his come and I tilted Julia's pussy with my come.
After that wonderful night, Julia, Leslie, and Tabitha play our game now and then. All three of us play the game at least once a month, then we all make love together. We are the best three girlfriends that there could be.—P.T., Kansas City, Missouri
PANTIE PALS
With each new issue of Forum, I look forward to getting turned on. I especially like the letters about crossdressing and men sucking cock. I found myself fantasizing about doing both. Finally, I tried it.
I went down to a women's clothing store and headed straight for the lingerie. I told the saleswoman I was shopping for a girlfriend. There were so many things to choose from that I almost couldn't decide what I wanted. I finally bought some nylon panties because of their soft, shimmery, smooth feeling.
I now have some red string bikini panties that let my cock stick out above the waist when I have a hard-on; some black hip-huggers that fit nice and hold my cock down so it strains at its confines; a G-string that lets me rub my bare ass and my pantie-covered cock at the same time; and two pairs that are cut really high on the leg with a high waist. I've worn them all and jacked off many times.
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