Halloween trick and treat  

nycstraponlover 47M
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3/5/2005 6:45 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Halloween trick and treat

Halloween is the best time to be a crossdresser because you can go to various places and stock up on lingerie, wigs and make-up and no one will suspect! Anybody asks or looks at you funny and you say: "I'm going as…..for Halloween" and insert anything involving whores, porn stars, divas and, even drag queen is an acceptable answer.

Imagine my luck, though considering it was around Halloween time. After Mike and I enjoyed our first time together, I invited him to my pad for a Saturday night rendez-vous. That made our next meeting a little more than a week later, but I wanted time to go out and get a nice bustiere, some new thigh highs, wig and nails.

When Saturday came, I was all dolled up. In fact, I even shaved off all my body hair. The body hair thing was a tough decision, because I played team sports at the time and I didn't want to draw any attention from my teammates by suddenly showing up hairless. But, I figured, if I could use Halloween as an excuse to purchase women's clothing, it could also serve as a one-time reason to shave.

I spent all day Saturday afternoon prepping by shaving my entire body (the only thing more painful is when the hair starts to grow back!).

Mike was due to arrive at 6 p.m. and I was ready, although, I have to admit, I was excited I did take not one, but two time outs, to fuck myself with dildos during the day.

The apartment was set for a romantic evening with candles serving as the main light source. I put a porn tape in the VCR (Devil in Miss Jones II and turned down the volume. Morphine, with their romantic bass sax, played on the 5-disc CD changer.

Minutes before Mike arrived I laid a terry cloth robe out on my bed and slipped into a black silk robe to cover my black bustiere, garters, stocking and thong. My wig, a honey brown, looked fabulous, as did my makeup. I was ready for love.

I answered the door carefully to make sure no one from the hallway could see in. Mike stepped in and moved out from behind the door. What he saw took his breath away.

"Oh my God," he said.

"I wanted you to get the full feminine experience baby," I said, kissing him on the cheek. "There's a robe on the bed. Go inside, take a shower and put it on. I'll make you a drink."

Mike came out and sat down on the couch where I handed him a chilled martini. We clinked glasses. "This is amazing he said."

"Hmmm, I hope this will make you feel more comfortable," I said.

I don't know what had gotten into me, but for some reason I wanted to make love that night. Up until then I just wanted to be a pure porn slut, a gang-bang slut. I just wanted to be a fuck doll that was used and abused and commanded. But tonight, I wanted to take Mike into my ass nice and deep and slow and just fuck like that all night.

There was already a bump in his robe. I switched my glass from my right to my left and reached down, caressing his balls and staring into his eyes. Before long, I was stroking him and then I was setting the glass down and untying his robe.

I hovered over him, opening the robe a little, sucking his nipples and licking his flat tummy. I went all the way down to his little cock, licking the tip of the head and the shaft and sucking his balls and then I deep throated him. He came in within a minute or two.

I sipped my martini and let the vodka mix with the remains of Mike's load in my mouth and swallowed. Yummy.

Mike was a little numb, he slouched on the couch and relaxed a bit while I settled back on the coach next to him. He just sat there and slowly sipped his drink. Then he reached over, pulled my panties aside and just started gulping my cock down. His lips and tonque were cold and wet from the martini.

I fell back toward the arm of the couch. He laid me down flat and sucked my while kneeling on the floor. It took me awhile to cum since I had blown two loads earlier in the day and he didn't seem to happy that it took me a while to get off.

He sat back down on the couch, showing signs of frustration. We sat back and watched Tom Byron and Jennifer Noxt. I told him how the scene in that movie (see my blog entry titled: "This is your Brain on Porn") changed my life and led me to being on the couch with him right there and then.

And then, without saying a word, I stood up and untied my robe and slowly let it slipdown my arms, over my butt and my legs. I did a slow 360 for him. "Take me inside right now and make love to me."

He grabbed me by the waist and led me into the bedroom. We kissed a little bit, although to him it must've been like kissing a girl, to me it was like kissing a guy, which was weird. Odd that I can suck a guy's cock, but kissing one still seems weird.

Anyway, I stroked him erect and he slipped on a condom and lubed both of us up. I wanted him to do me missionary, so I slid a pillow under me, spread my legs and pointed my toes.

I looked myself over as he prepared to enter me. My legs were creamy and smooth and they looked so perfect in the heels. I loved to look at my inner thigh, right where the top of the stocking meets skin. I felt soooo sexy, so hot and now my Mike was poised on the edge of my asshole. He was pushing his little penis in and my sphincter, which had had a seven-inch dildo in it around noon and a 10-incher around 3 p.m., easily opened and accepted it.

Mike went down as deep as could. I pulled him toward me because I wanted him on top me. I wanted to feel his weight. I wanted to feel small. My hands ran along his triceps, shoulders, back and down to ass, guiding his depth and pace.

I verbally instructed him on how I liked to get fucked. We worked through several positions and he came three more times. Finally, we fell together, spent on the bed sticky with dried lube and cum.

Mike stayed the night and while Saturday night was romantic things took a turn for the nasty on Sunday. It all started off with him waking up with a nice stiffy. I climbed on top and mounted him. Being on top always makes me cum quickly and shot a load across his chest and hit his face. I leaned over him and seductively licked and sucked my juices off his face, neck and chest.

Later, I came out of the shower and found Mike on the couch watching porn. We went through about three or four movies and that really got both of us going again. I whipped out a pair of pale pink thigh highs and told him make like Tom Byron. We acted out the scene with Tom Byron and Jennifer Noxt and watched it over and over again on the living room floor.

At this point I was convinced I needed a video camera. Now that I had Mike, I wanted to make some movies!

Next: The affair continues…


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