Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2012 16:59:15 +0000 (GMT)
From: Cindy Usa <cindyusa58@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Cannot Believe What I Was About to Do (TV/CD)

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.