The Proof is in The Pudding

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Transvestite's proof to his girlfriend that cocks want him.
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When my girlfriend of two years mentioned she liked to watch female impersonators perform, I seized the opportunity to confess my lifelong addiction to cross-dressing. The expected reaction of disbelief was no surprise but her reply of, "Well, let me see you dressed," was although welcomed, a bit of a setback.

I'd not planned the truth to be revealed at such an awkward moment. There I was, the ultimate cowboy, all tough and manly, being asked to show his newly expressed feminine side.

I told her that it usually takes a while to become the girl I've longed to be, since the mere age of 4 when I teetered around in Mother's spiked heels and my sister's silk slip.

She flinched not an eyelash as she said, "I've got all night, sweetie. Let's see you all dolled up. You've got me intrigued with the notion."

With that, I left the den and closed the bedroom door behind me with a reassurance to her that not to assume this meant anything gay or the like.

She snickered as I shut the door and upon hearing me lock it, said, "No need for that dear, don't think anyone's gonna be barging in and wanting some."

I took my time and diligently performed my ritual of transformation into, Desiree - The Hot to Trot Transvestite. I felt certain Suzie expected a hum drum outfit. Little did she know, I was quite adapt at pulling off the most convincing of transformations. Practice makes perfect and I'd been at the art seriously for nearly 10 years.

I selected my hot pink, cowl draped silk slip dress with a rear slit to "almost there." The long sleeves, falling into a ever so feminine French curl, would accentuate my favorite pink dragon lady nails. From that selection, lavender based eye shadow with a touch of flaming pink was in order. Once the background was perfect, my soon to be begging eyes were trimmed in the blackest of eyeliner, so perfect I felt sure she'd be more than impressed. Lashes, once curled and separated, were lengthened with the most luscious of black mascara, the wet paint that opens the eyes for all the world to delve deeply upon. I knew she'd see the hot flaming womanly desires within me, should she dare gaze with any curiosity.

Lips were lined and lavished with contrasting hues of pink with an overcoat of hot wet pink lip gloss. It's shine eagerly telling the world these lip were full of experience in pleasing. Cheeks lightly polished with an ever faint hue of pink, accentuated an increasing open smile.

Cinching my figureless manly waist in a baby pink corset sent heart pulsating feelings of submissive femininity throughout my changing soul. Breath rapidly increasing, I secured the snaps to a sheer bra of the same soft willing color. Once in place, a pert pair of silicone tits with nipples that could tout their own, were positioned and given sudden life with my beating heart.

Silky sheer black seamless pantyhose slid effortlessly over my legs already in hairless appearance due to a trick I learned from a queen. One pair of nude pantyhose, glossed over with the real blackened silk from heaven above, creates the illusion of the most glamorous shaven gams.

My silken clad body created little resistance as the short silk dress fell over my newfound body of curvature.

Alas, came the podium and crowning glories of femdom , 5 inch spiked hot pink heels and a luscious long, full and flowing blonde wig.

All that remained, once the hair any man would love to hold so firmly in his hands, was fluffed and set in absolute perfection were the infamous 2 inch hot pink dragon lady nails.

Once secured affixed, capable for much anticipated action, they aided in transforming manly fingers into instruments of servitude to no less than 10 inch cock, within my ever changing psyche.

A sprits of Lauren perfume sent my senses where my mind already floated, into total and complete femininity. I was now, Desiree – The Hot to Trot Transvestite.

Heart pounding, sissy clit so ever tight between my pussy cheeks, I boldly opened the door and introduced my inquisitive Suzie to Desiree.

To say her reaction was a bit unexpected, especially since she'd initially brought the conversation of female impersonation into our evening, would certainly be an understatement.

Shock and awe might be good adjectives to describe her initial reaction, but so would anger, defensiveness, jealousy , skepticism, and confusion . Silence was soon replaced with sarcastic remarks and mean spirited taunts, once I showed off my adeptness in strutting in 5 inch spiked heels.

Comments like, "You surely must be well practiced at walking in heels, no doubt street walking ,judging from your exaggerated swish of your hips." To insinuations that she'd be willing to bet my nails have held many a cock for those wet pink lips I was sporting.

Her constant insinuations of me dressing for sexual reasons caused my arrogance to flare a bit and I blurted out that I indeed had sucked many a man's pride and in fact, preferred it to pussy. I went on to say that I was not gay but dearly loved women, so much so that I wanted to be one since childhood. I admitted freely that sucking cock and grabbing my ankles for a man was something that just completed my womanly desires and that the act of having a man enjoy my head in his lap, while he stroked my hair made me feel loved.

My openness must have floored her as she could not believe that it was true. She could not see a man wanting me when there were plenty of real women to be had. She claimed most homo's liked real men, not sissies like me.

I, defiantly replied, "Proof's in the pudding." I dared her to go slip into her white micro mini and six inch heels I bought her and we'd go hit the clubs and just see.

My heart raced as she strolled into the den where I awaited. I never thought she'd accept but was in awe of her sexiness as she entered in the den with the longest shapeliest legs in a very tight white puckered mini dress with mock turtleneck. Her six inch spikes pronounced a very fine bubble butt that I could only envy. Suzie's auburn hair fluffed to it's sexiest bounce. As she posed in a very sultry fashion, she said, "Let's go cocksucker, or should I say wannabe cocksucker."

I stood, shook my blonde flowing hair a bit and straightened my dress, with the confident reply, "Show me the meat, honey."

With that she announced that the Lemon Peel, a male strip club would be our playground and that she'd like for me to meet a nice black hunk of a man called, Super Fly.

I played the game and was quite at home in the male strip club, although all the women there made it a bit uneasy. I got quite the reception at the bar when Suzie introduced me as her "cocksucking boyfriend" to a few of her girlfriends. They wasted no time in setting us up a table dance with the man of the hour, no less than the acclaimed 12 inch hung Super Fly.

I should have became a bit suspicious when all the girls came to join us at the table and none took a seat when my male meal took the table. No time for shyness I thought, as I caught Suzie's devilish smile and the green being slipped into this brute of a man's g-string.

It did not take long for all his glory to become hardened and exposed for only our eyes as the gyrating women around our table blocked all our activity from the entire club.

"Alright Desiree, proof's in the pudding, right, isn't that what you boasted back at your apartment?," teased Suzie. "Well, here's your fountain of chocolate, now get to sucking that black cock and drain him of his white sweet pudding, NOW!, she barked.

Standing on my pointed toes, I swallowed cock until my jaw ached. The girls chanting such comments as, "My Suzie, your boyfriend indeed is a very talented cocksucker," and "Swallow it all cock whore," caused my tits to tremble in fear. My ass ached from standing on tip toes, my throat was raw from such a massive cock pounding it's depths. Nothing but a feverish pace would offer conclusion, thus I went to town. Bobbing my sissy blonde head, salivating all over this fine piece of black cock, cum was my goal. To be covered with hot sticky cum would be my only salvation.

The sudden hand of Suzie's to the back of my blonde locks told me I'd better be ready. I opened my throat and anticipated the sweet hot rushing load of pleasure from this sword of dark meat.

Only at the last opportune moment did she pull me back so that my entire face be splattered in hot sticky man juice. It dripped off my nose, matted my blonde locks and just as I opened my eyes did I realize that all the girls had sat down. I'd just been exposed as the cocksucking cum splattered queen I was ever to be.

Suzie rattled off her demands and her plans for me to be her cum bucket and cock hardening slut whenever she pleased.

As I draped dripping cum on my dragon lady nails and sucked them clean, I whimpered submission.

Proof is in the pudding, indeed and the pudding was all over my sissy cock sucking face.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
65 is nothing

looking for number 65? im bi and well ahead of you. in addition to the following i have had sex with 72 women most of them one night stands but 5 marriages. i never found a woman who could share my bi life although i have knowm a few who thoroughly enjoyed my sucking cum out of their freshly fucked bodies. the area where i live has finally succeeded in closing down porn theatres. there were 3 ten years ago. now, non although one is still open but with no doors on booths. cvounting when three were open there was a total of42 booths. before it ended, i had been fuckedat least one, usually more times in every both. something i sat out to accomplish when i came to towm not knowing somedasy it would never end. i have also given head and swallowed cum in everyone. while i mush pfefer to be used. i would love to move in behind you, pull up your skirt, lick your hot man cunt and fuck you brains out...just a couple of hot sluts having fun.

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