I’m Just a Sweet Transvestite!

Patrick had called and told me he had something special for me. I welcomed his visits to the apartment, and I couldn’t wait! I thought for a moment as to what we would do once my girlfriend, Linda, got back into town. She’d be back from Michigan in few days. All I really thought about was how Patrick and I would meet after she returned.

I was going to art school and working part-time, so I had my late afternoons and most evenings free. I decided to shave my body though I didn’t have much chest hair then. My pubic area was pretty bushy. Linda shaved her pussy, so I thought I should shave for my man too. Once I was done and showered it felt really nice down there, and I thought it looked so sexy.

This was the time of David Bowie’s “Let’s Dance” album and androgynous males were becoming the “thing”. I was thin and tall, but muscular. Linda helped keep my hair looking sexy for the time period. It was short in the back and sides, but long in the front like Bowie. The color ranged from a blackish grey in the back into a yellow and ending with whitish streaks in the elongated parts of the front.

I put on a tight fitting T-shirt and khaki shorts that I left unbuttoned and partially unzipped to look sexy for my man. I saw Patrick coming up the walk to the apartment entrance and excitement filled me. He knocked on the door and as soon as he was in I threw my arms around him to kiss his lips. I was so eager that I didn’t see the bag of boxes that he was carrying.
“I got you some presents.” He said as he led me to the couch.

He placed the bag of boxes on the coffee table and told me to open them. I grabbed one of the boxes, and opened it. I was surprised to see five pairs of sexy panties – lacy and all colors. The next box contained thigh high nylons of assorted colors. The last box had sports bras similar to what she wore in “Flashdance” and a few actual small cup bras.

I thanked Patrick, but I told him that I had never thought about dressing for him.

“You do want to dress sexy for me? I guessed as to the sizes, but I can always return them. ” He said.

I was willing to do whatever he wanted, and I mentioned that this was all new to me.

"I want you to be my little bitch, and dressing the part would really turn me on.”

He told me to go try them on in the bedroom while he had a beer. This was a little foreign to me, but I was willing to try. I slid on the lacy, pink panties first, followed by the thigh high nylon stockings. I looked in the dressing table mirror at myself as I shifted my growing cock upward in my little panties. I did feel sexy as I slipped a blue sports bra over my head. I pinched my nipples to make them stick out in my top when I noticed Linda’s make up. I decided to take it a step further and filled out my eye lashes to set off my blue eyes and applied some lipstick. I did look kind of sexy I thought.

I came out of the bedroom trying to do the best imitation that I could of Tim Curry from “Rocky Horror Picture Show”. It was the only reference that I had back then. I stood before Patrick with my hip cocked and one leg stretched out to show off my nylons. He told me how sexy that I looked – he knew I would be so sexy dressed up. I could tell that he was turned on by my new look. I did feel sexy and I started prancing and dancing in front of my man to the radio. This has got to be what a female feels in front of a guy – the seduction!

He was digging it and rubbing his cock through his pants. As Patrick’s legs opened, he said, “Come here, baby!”

I got down on to the living room carpet and crawled ever so slowly to him like I was stalking my prey. I felt his hardness through his pants and began unbuttoning his trousers. I wanted that cock in my mouth. Linda was never one to dress up sexy like this, but I was enjoying it as I fished his hard cock out of his pants. He lifted his ass, so I could pull his pants off giving me access to my man’s hardness .

His cock was so gorgeous and around seven inches and cut. I looked up at him while worshipping his manliness. I kissed each of his balls as I tongued up his shaft and taking his cock head into my mouth. It felt good in my mouth as I took more of his cock in. I moaned as I worshipped his cock.

Patrick moaned too, “That’s it, suck your man’s that cock!”

I wanted to pleasure this man so much. He had woken me to what I truly was sexually. My whole life I had pleased women, but I really feel that a man appreciated this pleasuring so much more. I licked his balls and looked at him seductively.

He was precumming by the time I got to his cock head. I wanted him so much and I knew that he was enjoying my new found talents. He moaned in pleasure as I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. It excited me when he called me a cock sucker or bitch. I felt like a goddess with my man.

“You gotta stop!” Patrick called out, “I want to mount your sweet ass, but I have a surprise for you.”

I was surprised because what more had he in store for me besides dressing me as a slut. I wanted to be mounted by him. I turned around on the living room carpet and asked him to fuck me. He rubbed his hardness against my tight, little hole, and threw a piece of paper in front of me that looked like a prescription. He told me that I was the only ass for him.

I looked at the paper and his results were negative though I wasn’t sure what this was about until I could pull myself together enough to concentrate on the note. As I read it Patrick told me that this was the special gift for me, and that the clothes were superficial. He wanted to bare back me and really make me his bitch. I was overjoyed by his presents, but this was much more serious. This piece of paper made it real as to what he wanted from me. I wanted his cum inside me and to feel his ejaculation.

I was hesitant but he told me that I was all he thought about sexually, and he was having difficulty even fucking his wife without thinking of me. I told him that I was concerned about what would become of us once Linda came back home. He had thought about that too, but figured that we would work it out. He had never felt so connected to a guy like he had with me. I explained that this was all so new to me, but I was enjoying our times together. He had a wife and k**s and I had my girlfriend, Linda.

He rubbed his hard cock against my hole and I told him to fuck me. He lubed up his cock and my ass with his fingers. All I could think about is how I wanted this man inside me. He pushed his cock head in and then waited until I could receive his cock. It felt so good having my man inside me without a condom. I was much more accepting to his cock now that he was bare. I hated the smell of latex.

He fucked me from behind, which I loved. He told me that he was going to make me his and that I was his bitch. I didn’t argue because I wanted that more than anything. He was fucking my cunt better than he could his wife. He was making love to my pussy. It was felt so good as he thrust in me and I accepted his cock.

It didn’t take long before he came inside me properly. I was his.