From: curjim@usa.pipeline.com(Curjim)
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Subject: story:  Hotel TV (tg, mm)
Date: 15 Dec 1995 14:58:29 GMT
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WARNING:  The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual
activity.  This is a work of FICTION (as far as I know), intended for
ADULTS ONLY.  If you are below 21 years of age, or offended by this kind of
material, or it is illegal where you are, stop reading now.  --  CJ 
 
If you like this, watch this space!  More to come... 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
hoteltv.txt 
 
     At the seminar I met Raymond Dumont in the hotel lounge.  Our  
conversation touched on the subject of transvestites--men who enjoy  
dressing in women's clothing.  I couldn't get that thought out of my mind  
during the night.  It had been a long time since I had dressed.  I finally 

went to sleep after masturbating while fantasizing that I was dressed  
beautifully in women's clothing and being screwed by my new friend Raymond 

Dumont.   
 
     The next day I went on a shopping spree for women's clothing.  I  
rushed back to my hotel room and hurriedly removed all my delectable items 

of women's clothing from their packages.  I then stripped off my male  
clothing and proceeded to the immense joy of dressing.  I first put on my  
black size 42B foundation, full bra.  I instantly had an erection as I  
adjusted the bra.  I placed the supple silicon bra pads into my bra.  Then 

I put on my matching black waist cincher with garters.  Then I sat, my  
throbbing erection jutting out, and donned my sheer nylon stockings.  Oh,  
the stockings felt so good clinging to my legs.  I carefully attached the  
garter clips to the stockings.  Then I stood and admired myself in the  
mirror.  I took my erection and placed it flat up against my tummy under my
 
waist cincher.  Then I grabbed my beautiful black full panty briefs with  
lace around the waist band and the thigh openings--the type of lacy garment
 
that says "I want to be screwed so very much!"  I placed my stockinged feet
 
through the panties and brought the delightful garment up my nylon-clad  
legs until my buttocks and groin were encased in lace and frills. 
 
     Next came my black full slip, also with much lace and frills.  Over my
 
head came the slip until it was sexily clinging to my now-feminine body.   
Then I sat before the vanity and carefully applied makeup to my face:  
rouge, eye liner, and ruby red lipstick to my pouting lips.  I then placed 

my pretty pearl choker about my neck and the matching pearl bracelet on my 

right wrist.  I was really taking on the appearance of a sexy wench.  Then 

I enhanced my feminine image by putting on my pleated wool skirt and  
coordinated sweater.  I loved this skirt and sweater combination, because  
it reminded me of a skirt and sweater I had worn when I was a young "woman"
 
of only 21 years.  I recalled the intense orgasms I had those many years  
ago, while dressed as a young woman.  Those memories caused me to squirm my
 
feminized bum on the chair. 
 
     I took my pretty red pumps out of their box and sat down in the chair 

to put them on.  Once on, I almost swooned at the sight of my feet in such 

sexy hi heel shoes.  I then snapped into place on my left ankle the gold  
anklet chain I had purchased.  Then out of the wig box came my blonde, page
 
boy wig.  I carefully placed it on my head and combed it out.  I now saw a 

totally sexy woman looking back at me from the mirror.  The image I saw was
 
me dressed in women's clothing and wearing women's makeup and a sexy  
woman's page boy wig. 
 
     My penis was really throbbing hard by this time.  I felt my balls  
through the silk of my slip and silken panties.  I felt up my legs to my  
nylon-clad thighs and buttocks and I said out loud,  "Oh, I'm so pretty,  
and I'm so horny.  I wish Raymond were here with me." 
 
     From behind the curtains I heard a voice,  "Darling, I am here."  I  
was shocked.  Raymond came out from behind the curtain.  He was naked and  
had an immense erection.  My eyes were fixed upon his large, handsome  
penis.  I was mortified and shocked, yet also thrilled.  Emotional waves  
swept throughout my body, culminating in sexual feelings in my groin and  
effeminate penis.  My voice trembled as I said,  "Oh Raymond.  I'm so  
embarrassed."  He replied,  "I KNEW you were a TV, baby."  I tried to run  
to the bathroom to lock myself in.  It was no use.  Raymond grabbed me as I
 
attempted to flee, and he was much stronger than me.  He placed his arms  
about my waist and pressed his groin against my slip and panty encased  
buttocks.  I could feel his hot, rigid erection against my bum.  Still more
 
intense emotional waves once again swept throughout my body, once again  
culminating as intense sexual feelings in my groin and effeminate penis.  I
 
thought I was going to have a spontaneous orgasm.  The feeling of his  
powerful erection pressing against my panty-clad bum was overwhelming!  I  
trembled and said,   
 
     "Oh, Raymond.  You really shouldn't be here.  This is suppose to be my
 
secret."  His right hand reached under my slip and rested against my right 

knee.  He began to kiss the back of my neck as his hand felt up my leg and 

up my inner thigh.  I was trembling and he whispered in my ear, "Relax,  
honey.  You are now in the arms of your man--your lover!"  He found my  
throbbing hard penis and placed his hand on it, saying, "This proves you  
want to share your little secret with me, darling."  I almost swooned in  
his arms as I felt his masterful hand grasping my panty-clad penis. 
 
     With this, he forced me to the bed and pulled down the covers.  I laid
 
on my back and Raymond mounted me.  He French kissed me.  I really became  
excited as I felt his tongue darting into my mouth.  He pressed his groin  
hard against my groin as he looked intensely into my eyes.  He said, "you  
are my woman and I am your man.  I'm going to fuck you, darling."  I could 

feel his immense erection through the material of my slip and panties.  I  
put my arms about him and looked directly in his eyes saying,  "Oh,  
Raymond.  I feel so feminine.  I want to be your feminine lover."  He then 

laid beside me and ran his hands up and down my stockinged legs, and around
 
my pantied assheeks and thighs.  He also fondled my padded bra cups.  As he
 
fondled me he said, "Oh, babe, wow!  The feel of all your silk and lace,  
and of your silken panties and padded bra, really turns me on!"  He kissed 

me some more and then whispered in my ear,  "Oh, William darling.  You are 

such a sissy and a queer to be lying here with another man, while you are  
dressed in women's underwear, and with your hard penis encased by women's  
sexy panties."  
 
     I said, "Oh, Raymond.  I love wearing women's clothing.  I love it  
even more being in your arms while I am wearing women's clothing.  I can't 

begin to express how wonderful I feel wearing stockings, bra and panties,  
and feeling your hands fondle my thighs, buttocks and shemale clitoris.  I 

want so to be your pretend woman."  He then made me get on my knees and  
bend over.  He placed a couple of pillows under my tummy to prop me up.  He
  
removed my skirt and raised my slip and pulled my panties down until they  
were dangling over my right ankle.  He said, "I want you to leave your  
sweater on.  It makes you look so sexy and excites me so!"  I cried and  
said,  "What are you doing?"  He said, "I'm going to give you exactly what 

you want, you sissy, queer bitch."  Then, he took some of my vanishing  
cream and applied it to my anus and to his manly penis.  Desire overcame  
me, and out came the unbridled truth,  "Oh, Raymond darling...I do want you
 
so to screw me.  Take me, my dearest lover!"  He lustfully replied,   
"that's more like it, my sweet pussy."  With this I could feel his cockhead
 
pressing against my anus.  He commanded, with much lust in his voice,   
"Relax, my darling slut, and my cock will enter you much easier."  I  
relaxed and could feel his rigid penis slowly fill my anus, until he was  
fully inside me.   
 
     He was now still, but the filling presence of his rigid cock in my  
anus was the center of my thought and being.  The sexual feelings I now  
felt in my groin and effeminate penis radiated to my anus and buttocks.  I 

felt again like I was going to spontaneously ejaculate.  I began to  
involuntarily squirm a bit, which caused my rock-hard penis to become free 

of my waist cincher.  I whimpered, "Oh darling, screw me and jack me off." 
 
My masterful male lover began a heavenly slow in-and-out thrusting of his  
rigid penis inside my sissy anus.  He reached around my thigh and grabbed  
my very rigid dick.  he began to slowly stroke me.  I whimpered, "Oh  
darling.  Do me, do me.  But, don't stroke my dickette too fast or I'll  
come too quickly in your masterful hand."  He began to screw me a bit  
faster, and lustfully said,  "Oh fuck, fuck, Wendi...you slut.  Your  
fucking queer pussy is so tight and feels so fucking good.  I love to fuck 

a queer dressed in women's clothing!"  The words shot through me like a  
 
bullet.  Yes, I was a queer in women's clothing.  Raymond's rigid cock  
thrusting deep inside my anus, coupled with his stroking of my equally  
rigid sissy dickette proved my queerness beyond and question.  I whimpered,
  
"Oh, darling!  Yes, I'm queer.  I'm your pretend lady.  And, I love and  
need your steely rigid cock, my masterful lover!"  My reply excited Raymond
 
so, that he became an animal sex machine and began to rapidly fuck me. The 

repeated sound of his groin slapping against my ass, and his balls slapping
 
against my balls, in combination with the squeaking bed springs drove me  
into a frenzy.  I though my dickette was about to explode in his pumping  
hand.  The sound of the squeaking springs grew more rapid and louder.   
Then, I could feel his cock grow even larger inside my anus, and he began  
to give me those tell-tale short strokes.  His balls slamed repeatedly  
against my balls as he powerfully thrust his pelvis against my sissy  
buttocks.  I began to moan in a high-pitched, very sissy voice, and I cried
 
out, "Oh, Darling!  Oh! Oh! Darling.  Oh, Ramond!  eeeeeeiiiiiii, I'm  
coming, darling.  Give me your manly cock hard and fast as I shoot off in  
your hand!"  He cried out,  "Take it, babe!  Oh, fuck!  Fuck!  Take my  
FUCKING cum, you queer and sexy womanly bastard!  Fuck! Fuck!  You fucking 

slut!  I want you to be my shemale wife, you slutty bitch-bastard!"  My  
groin was flooded with "that" feeling.  I shot my sissy load through his  
pumping hand onto the bedsheets as I felt him powerfully ejaculate deep  
inside my sissy anus.  As he unloaded his manly seed into my anus he  
grunted and moaned and repeatedly slapped my asscheeks with his free hand, 

the slaps being in unison with the shots of semen from his pulsating  
mantool deep inside my shemale vagina.