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A dream realized
"I was finally home alone. I had been longing for a long weekend off for months, with the house at my complete disposal. I've always loved wearing women's lingerie, I absolutely love the exciting feeling of the nylon of the pantyhose wrapping around my beautiful tapered, hairless legs and then looking in the mirror and seeing in its magical reflection the woman I am in my fantasies. I lack breasts and I have a small bird that qualifies me as a man, but I'm lucky, I have an effeminate and pleasant body, thin with a great firm ass and a pretty face. I'm only 20 years old but since I was a sexting my sexual fantasies have been filled with manly, rough men and always featured me in a female role. I'm only 5'4" tall and I like to wear small "secretary" glasses because that's how I see myself in my sexual performances.
Over time, I have accumulated a small secret wardrobe made up of lingerie and feminine clothes that I wear as soon as I have a modicum of freedom.
In spite of my instincts, fear had always had the upper hand and up to that moment I had had relations with men only in my fantasies, the part of male members that I longed for was played by objects that resembled their shape and that I often devoted myself to lick, suck and gently insert into my willing little hole.
As I grew up, my sexual fantasies became more and more complex and realistic: generally I like to start from imagining a sweet and tender relationship with a man or a boy on a nice white bed and proceed slowly to lustful orgies where a group of men fuck me without any regard as a dog in heat making me crazy with pleasure.
One of my most recurrent fantasies was the one set in a red light cinema.
Once I went there for real but when a man had tried to approach me by sitting next to me and stretching out his hands, I was so scared that I ran out of the theater.
It was Friday afternoon and I had rarely felt so excited. The idea of having an entire weekend off to do what I wanted made me go into orbit.
The first thing I did was to strip down to my men's clothes and lightly make up with mascara and black pencil so as to highlight my big eyes, then I finally moved on to wearing the clothes I adored: black lace panties, sheer black hold-ups, black satin nightgown and stilettos. I wore each garment with studied slowness enjoying the contact, then I began to walk around the house stopping in front of the mirrors to look at myself. I lowered myself to 90 degrees and pretended to invite my imaginary lovers. I continued like this for a while stroking my body with voluptuousness. I had a great desire to masturbate but, not wanting to waste the little time available, I decided that this was the right opportunity to leave the house. I took from the closet my long black duster and tried to wear it: I looked like a tranny ready to go to beat, I thought, exciting me even more.
I certainly couldn't go out looking like that, the neighbors would probably recognize me and, even if they didn't, I certainly wouldn't want to take that risk. I sat on the couch thinking about what I could do.
I thought about the fact that for me the maximum excitement was not only dressing up as a woman, but being seen in those clothes. The apotheosis would have been reached when someone, seeing me, would have wanted me, making me understand that he liked me, that I excited him and he wanted to make me his. It would have been beautiful!
Sexual arousal is a kind of drug for me, the more it grows the more my inhibitory brakes let go, the scruples hide under the cravings and suddenly, what a moment before was almost inconceivable, magically becomes possible. I say this because that day things went just like this. Until that moment in my history of "budding trans" I had never been seen dressed as a woman so, at that moment, the excitement exceeded the guard level and my scruples collapsed one by one like a house of cards.
I decided that I would not change, I hid my stockings under the tight leggings that highlighted my ass and my beautiful legs.
I put on a pair of high top sneakers and replaced my nightgown with a mini tank top that left my belly button exposed. I took my makeup off, however, I took my mascara and black pencil with me to do my makeup again since I was out of the area where I live.
I put on the light black duster and left the house.
As a first stop I decided to go and buy a skirt, something very sexy.
I found a store that was displaying things in the window that I liked. I looked in and saw an elegant middle-aged woman putting the items on sale in order. There were no customers so I decided to go in.
I wandered through the shelves and found a sleeveless black mini sheath dress that I loved. It was well-collared and elastic, I looked at it for a while 'undecided trying to find the strength to buy it, but the excitement clouded my mind.
The owner of the store, the woman she had seen earlier, approached me and asked if she could help me. I looked at her trying to smile and, in an attempt to find some plausible excuse to make the purchase, I lifted the dress. The woman gently took it in her hand and after giving me an expert look, told me that it was certainly in my size and that she could accompany me to the fitting room to try it on.
The woman had not doubted for a moment that that dress was suitable for me, she had certainly understood that I was a boy but she did not seem scandalized, indeed she repeated her invitation to let me try it on. I didn't let her repeat it and followed her.
"Call me when you've worn it" she said in a gentle tone.
I was excited, that woman with her naturalness was making me feel like an equal, that is a real female and, my God, I liked this infinitely!
When I had taken off my sweatpants and tank top there would have been no more doubts, the woman would have clearly seen that I was a boy even though I was wearing female underwear, but when I got to that point, I did not want to go back. I undressed, slipped on the sheath dress and looked at myself in the mirror.
It was perfect, the short and tight skirt ended just below the edge of my stockings and highlighted my beautiful ass.
"May I?" I heard her ask from behind the curtain, "Please," I answered softly.
The woman watched me carefully making me turn around to look at all sides, then laughed delightedly. "It looks great on her, you can believe me, there are women who I don't know what they would pay to have shapes like hers!"
I felt myself blush with embarrassment, excitement and satisfaction at receiving such a compliment.
"Of course, such a dress goes with high-heeled shoes, certainly not with sneakers," he said, smiling affably.
"You're certainly right," I replied.
The woman came out of the dressing room, I slipped off the dress and got dressed.
When, with the dress in hand I went to the cashier, the lady looked at me in a mischievous way and, with an accomplice, told me that she wanted to make me a small gift:
something special that usually drove her husband crazy.
She let me sniff a mignon bottle of a delicious feminine perfume and, when I told him it was very good, she sprayed some on my neck and wrists, then handed me the bottle inserting it in the bag of the dress.
"Thank you ma'am, that was so kind!" I said gratefully.
"Duty sweetheart, I hope to see you again."
"I guarantee it!" I replied smiling.
I walked out of the store intoxicated, I had never felt so female in my life and I wanted to continue the game. I decided to head to a shoe store. I found one that I liked also because the salesman was a handsome man in his 30s.
I entered, he looked at me carefully and asked me what I wanted, if I had seen something in the window that interested me. I answered him in a chirpy voice pointing to some black shoes with a stiletto heel. He lowered his head to look at my feet and I told him I was a size 8.
He invited me to sit down and moved into the storeroom to look for what I had asked for as if it were something normal. Not even for a moment had it crossed his mind that the shoes were not for me.
I saw him come in holding a box and crouched down in front of me.
"Allow me," he said with a professional air. I could smell the perfume the woman had given me, I imagined it had magical properties that were captivating the man kneeling in front of me. I could feel my little cock hard and aroused. I didn't understand how it was possible that these people behaved towards me so naturally.
He untied my right shoe and slipped it off. The black women's stockings I was wearing were now fully visible but the man didn't seem to particularly mind. He gently caressed my foot and proceeded to slip on the black footwear I had chosen. The contact of his hand with my panty-wrapped foot caused a shiver down my spine and I felt a few drops of pre-spermatic fluid peep out of the tip of my little tool.
"How does it feel, is it the right size?" he asked me in a very affable manner.
"Yes, I think so," I replied, my face flushed.
He took off my left shoe, put on the one with the heel and invited me to stand up, offering me his hand with a kind gesture that I gladly accepted.
I could not understand why he was behaving so exaggeratedly affable, perhaps he was obliged to do so with all customers.
Excitedly I walked around the store rimirandomi in mirrors. The heels slender and give women an incredible erotic charge. I liked myself a lot and, as far as I could understand, I didn't displease the nice salesman at all. Could it have been an impression dictated only by the great excitement? After all, I was nothing more than a transvestite boy and the chances that he would treat me coldly or even rudely, in my opinion, were higher, yet he continued to be very kind.
"Maybe he really likes me," I thought, "Maybe he's gay".But I found no answer and tried not to think about it.
I sat down, told him I really liked them and would purchase them. He replied that I was a marvel, but seemed to be made more to enhance
the legs and clothes that leave them uncovered.
I agreed with him and told him with an excited giggle that I had just purchased the right dress and couldn't wait to get home to try it on along with the shoes. The man looked around as if to make sure that no customer was about to enter and told me that if I wanted I could take advantage of the dressing room.
I, excited, thanked him wholeheartedly and grabbing the bag containing my previous purchase, I slipped in.
I undressed, wore the sheath dress and shoes. The dressing room had a mirror but I wanted the clerk to look at me, so I went out and stood in front of a larger one in the main hall.
I liked myself beyond words: I looked like a real woman. If I had breasts, no one could tell I wasn't. I thought that maybe it was my excitement that made me look like that, but then I decided that it didn't matter, the important thing was that I liked myself.
The man looked at me without speaking. I looked at him and smiled.
"They're perfect," he said, "They match the dress perfectly." He paused briefly and then added, "You look gorgeous!" he said, switching to Tu.
I thanked him, stammering. He had addressed me using the feminine and had paid me a beautiful compliment. I felt over the moon. I was tempted to go out into the street without changing, but I was still too scared and decided to turn back. I looked at him again, he was still staring at me, and I thought I had to do something. With the excuse of taking a closer look at some shoes on display downstairs, I lowered myself by leaning forward. My back was to him.
My movement inevitably led the skirt to rise showing the edge of the stockings. I turned my head slightly to look at him. His eyes were glued to my big ass and this vision made me feel like a real female hunter of men.
I thought about prolonging the game by asking him to try on another pair of shoes, but the sound of the store door announced the entrance of a person. I quickly slipped into the fitting room and changed.
The customer who had come in was waiting, sitting in one of the little chairs.
I went to the cashier to pay. The man stared at me with his deep black eyes with an intensity that made me melt all over. I handed him the money, he took it caressing my hand. He handed me the rest of the money saying "It was a pleasure to serve you, if I can be of any further use to you ...."
"Thank you ...", I left the word hanging as if I was waiting to know his name. "Alessandro," he said. "Thank you Alessandro, that was very kind."
He handed me a business card. I grabbed it with a trembling hand and carelessly dropped it, he bent down, picked it up and, in pulling himself up, gently caressed my leg up to my waist and then my buttocks where he lingered under the pretext of walking me to the door.
The touch of his warm fingers was clearly perceptible, full of an incredible erotic charge. I lowered my gaze and stared at the flap of his pants, the bump was evident, he certainly had his cock in high gear. I imagined kneeling down, opening his fly and starting to suck him off... Fantastic, I saw myself dressed, crawling in the middle of the store, wearing a sheath dress and new shoes with that man who was sodomizing me with fury.
"Don't lose it," he said, smiling. "I hope to see you again, See you soon!"
Then he leaned close to my ear and whispered " you are a slut, you made me horny as a pig!"
He walked away walking backwards to re-enter the store.
I stared at him delighted by his confession, and ran my tongue over my lips in a lustful gesture that made him wince slightly, his heart beating wildly. I had never been so close to having sex with a man. I felt over the moon, the episodes of that afternoon had exponentially increased my confidence, and my desire to be female, as well as my desire for a male and my eagerness for a cock.
It was dusk, I decided to go eat at a fast food restaurant and used the bathroom to lightly make up my eyes with mascara and black pencil. When I came out I sat on a bench in a park in the center. I had an uncontrollable urge to wear the dress and shoes I had purchased but I didn't want to do it outdoors.
My mind was crowded with men, their hands touching me, their heavy bodies on top of me, their hard cocks in my hands, in my mouth, in my ass.
At those thoughts I felt my anus contracting as if asking to be filled.
I suddenly decided to walk towards the only red light cinema left in town.
But when I reached it 20 minutes later, I still didn't have the courage to go inside and I slipped into a beer hall that was next door.
I sat down at one of the few free tables, ordered a very alcoholic cocktail and started sipping it.
A group of people were arguing in front of the long balcony. From what I could tell they didn't look Italian. In front of me was a group of 5 men between 35 and 45 years old who were drinking and two of them looked a bit tipsy.
The air was saturated with smoke. I was sitting with my legs crossed and one of them was staring at me.
I tried to figure out what in particular his attention was on and realized that he was "pointing" at my ankles. An attentive observer could tell that I was wearing women's stockings. One of the tipsy men turned to me and said:
"Hey faggot, are you looking for cock, honey ?", then laughed loudly.
The music was loud and I pretended I didn't hear, the man scared me, he was very big and brutal looking.
One of the others in the group looked at me insistently. He wasn't very handsome but he had a charming smile and a strong body.
"Pussy cocksucker, come here and blow me!", I heard him yell again.
The drunk guy had targeted me and I decided to change the air.
I saw one of the five men, one I hadn't paid much attention to, get up and come and sit at my table. He had a handsome face and graying hair. He smiled at me and leaned in close to my ear to be heard.
"Don't mind my friend, he's had one too many drinks but he's as good as gold." "It may be like you say, but he's a little scary to me," I replied truthfully.
"Don't worry, he barks but doesn't bite," he said accompanying the sentence with a smile and then asked, "Are you waiting for someone?"
I turned around, the whole small group was looking at me, the fear of them hurting me gripped my stomach.
"I was just leaving," I stuttered back.
I finished my drink and stood up.
The man looked at me apologetically, I liked him, too bad he wasn't alone.
I left the bar and headed like an automaton towards the cinema.
I entered, the room was dark, the movie had already begun.
I sat down in one of the last rows. On the screen a woman was passionately sucking a big gnarled cock. I identified with her and felt a trickle of saliva dripping from the side of my mouth. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to have a man as soon as possible.
I touched my hard little dick and, as if an external force was pushing me to do so, I decided to go to the bathroom.
I walked down the center aisle and tried to see how many spectators there were: I counted only 6.
In the bathroom I found a middle-aged man who seemed to be masturbating in front of a vespasian. When he heard me enter, he turned his head to look and soon after moved the rest of his body.
He was about 60 years old, but the cock he was clutching in his fist was respectable.
I stood there for a few moments almost in a daze looking at him, then went into one of the stalls
and locked it.
I knew I was getting into trouble but I couldn't resist any longer. I didn't have the courage to put on the sheath dress, but I decided to touch up my look anyway. I lowered the hem of the leggings below my waist and pulled up the webbing of the thong so that it could be seen sticking out of the sides, I slipped on my newly purchased stiletto heeled shoes that made the fact that I was wearing women's stockings fully visible. I hid the bag with my clothing on a high shelf above the toilet near a small window.
I went out, the man was still there masturbating turned towards me. In a moment he came and
he gave me a copious splash of his cum. I felt flattered!
I went back to the hall and walked back to the last rows through the middle aisle. I felt the eyes of those men on me. I thought maybe someone had heard the clicking sound of my heels.
I sat down in a middle seat in the fourth row.
A stout, balding man about 55 years old, sitting a few rows in front of me, had been carefully following me with his eyes on my way back from the bathroom, got up and came to sit next to me. I looked at him, but in the darkness of the room I couldn't make out his features. I could hear his rapid, excited breathing. My heart was pounding as, even from a distance, I could feel his arousal. He touched my knee with one hand. I quivered but did not move. I saw that he was fumbling with his pants and a moment later he pulled out his cock and began to masturbate. I looked at him, he had a fairly short but very large cock with a huge head. He placed one hand on my thigh, stroked it for a few moments, then grabbed my left hand and brought it to his cock.
I took it in my hand, it was hot and throbbing with excitement.
"That feels so good!" I thought. I loved feeling that tool in my hand, how many times had I imagined and desired it! I began to masturbate him slowly.
I played with his balls and massaged the points that stimulated him the most, then I began a "up and down decided", harmonious fruit of my many sessions of masturbation. I heard the man moan, "Yes, good, go on like that! I felt his right hand slip under my butt to start touching it. I loved it, I tried to settle down so as to facilitate his groping, he only made time to stick a finger in my ass and much to my regret I felt he was about to orgasm.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh, yes...comeooooo!!!" He squirted his load against the back of the chair opposite and, in reflex, my hand was completely smeared with warm, stringy cum.
"A few years ago I would have given you the full service baby girl, but now you have to settle. you have a velvety hand slut!"
He grabbed the hand I had masturbated him with and pushed it toward my mouth. I wasn't prepared for such a gesture, and before I could react, I found my mouth wet with his cum.
"Come on, come on, taste it baby! I bet you like it."
As if bewitched by that acrid smell and sticky texture, I ran my tongue over my lips. The man took the opportunity to slip his smeared fingers inside me.
"Taste it. Lick it good!" I obeyed.
I had tasted my own cum before, but this tasted better. I licked and swallowed enjoying that delicious taste.
I heard a noise behind, as if new spectators were entering the room. The bald man left in a hurry as if something had suddenly scared him. When I turned around I saw that in the chair to my right was sitting the drunk who had insulted me in the beer hall. I heard a movement to my left and realized that another man had occupied the chair where the bald guy was sitting before.
Startled, I tried to get up to leave, but was forcibly restrained.
The man was rugged, a sullen face and very manly. He brought his face in front of mine holding my head steady, his breath smelled of beer. "I saw what you were doing faggot, I was right about you being out for cock!"
"Let me go," I said in a pleading tone.
"I don't want to hurt you baby, I'm just here to give you what you're looking for, I've got a big cock here eager to make friends with your tonsils, and since you like it, I'll even offer you a nice dose of hot cum for free. What do you say faggot?"?
He didn't wait for my answer, he unzipped his pants and, taking me by the hair made me bend over pushing his tool into my mouth. I was afraid, but the incredible erotic charge burning inside me, led me to focus my attention on the delicious cock that was occupying my mouth. The man behind me was fumbling with my pants, I was stuck and couldn't move. I felt him lowering them down to my ankles along with my panties. He spread my buttocks and began to lick my anus, he would inhale it and slowly slip a finger in and then resume licking. Sometimes he would give me a spanking. "What a nice little ass this little slut has!" he said.
For a moment I tried to struggle but the strength of the two almost didn't allow me to move and soon after I gave in.
I continued to suck, the man had stopped pushing me as if he had to force me to give him a blowjob, he simply held a hand on my head caressing it.
How good the taste of cock tasted, I would pull the cock out of my mouth, look at it inhaling the smell, lick the big head and then go back to wrapping my lips around the shaft pushing it slowly down my throat until my little nose was stuck in my casual partner's pubic hair.
"My god, how well you suck faggot, ahhhaaaa, yesiiii!"
"Oh, I want to get sucked too," said the guy I had behind me,
"Fuck, be patient!" retorted the other.
"Don't talk shit , I don't want to wait! Make him kneel on the ground now!"
The man I was blowing, reluctantly, asked me to squat in front of them.
I did so, put myself between his legs and started sucking his cock again.
The other grabbed my hand and brought it to his cock. I began to masturbate him while continuing to suck at the same time, but shortly after the man stood up and approached me.
"I want to try your pretty little mouth too, you little bitch!" he said pointing his cock at me.
I pulled away and fed him while continuing to massage the other with my hand.
I alternated them for a while, they were both nice and big and were giving me what I basically wanted. I completely abandoned myself to my feminine side, I thought I was really a woman, a lustful little whore hungry for cock whose only true desire was to make those men enjoy themselves, to be filled, because only when she is full, a woman can really feel like that, in fact I enjoyed immensely the feeling of having my mouth full, filled by those big hot cocks. How many times had I imagined this? A hundred, a thousand? Now I felt like I was living in a dream.
I licked and sucked the big balls of the first man I had started to work with my mouth and I felt him quivering. He was about to enjoy, I could feel like little nerve discharges coming from a spot behind the sac of his testicles.
"Oohhhhhhh, yesiiii, swallow it all! I'm going to cum in your mouth baby, drink it all, drink it allaaaaa!!!"
I held it in and felt it explode, it was my first time and it felt amazing! My mouth filled with hot cum. I savored and swallowed quickly because I wanted to obey, I wanted to drink it all. The man moaned without any restraint and I kept swallowing until I felt he was done.
I raised my head to look at him, his eyes were closed and he was stroking my head with an ecstatic expression.
"You're so made for blowjobs baby, you've been longing for a cock haven't you baby girl ?"
I felt myself being pulled to the side and had to start sucking the other cock again.
It didn't last long, by then he was at his limit too.
"Hold still, open your mouth and stick out your tongue, I want to cum on your face," he said
continuing to jerk his cock in front of my face.
I was waiting.... Just the thought of my face being covered in cum was driving me crazy with joy.
"Ahhhh, yesiiii!", I saw the dense jets as if in slow motion as they made their way towards me smearing my secretary glasses, my cheeks, my lips my tongue.
I licked what I could, then the man wiped his member on my face and forced me to finish the job with my mouth.
I stood up and, after pulling up my underpants and panties, wiped my face with a handkerchief.
After a moment's pause, the half-drunk man, the one who had put it in my mouth first, told me that we had to leave because the others were waiting. By now I was fully in the part and so I did not object, I just told him that I had to go to the bathroom.
The two men looked at each other.
"Please let me go to the bathroom honey!", I said handing a hand over his chest. The sound of my voice startled me, it didn't sound like my own anymore, I felt like it was completely feminine, that of a woman I had never heard before.
"All right," was the reply.
They accompanied me to the services. Giulio, that was the name of the first man, entered the toilet with me while the other waited outside.
I peed while he continued to rub my ass and grope me all over. I turned around, hugged him and we kissed passionately. I felt that I was no longer in control of myself, or maybe I had changed something fundamental in my personality. My metamorphosis had taken place.
I climbed onto the toilet and grabbed the bag I had left and pulled out the sheath dress.
"Do you like it?", I asked the man. "Please, can I wear it?" He made a gesture of assent. I sat down on the toilet, removed my leggings and tank top, then slipped the sheath dress on and put my shoes back on.
Julius had me turn and bend over starting to rub his cock on my butt.
"I really want to put it in your ass!" he said giving me a stroke with his pelvis.
"Do you like my little ass ?", I asked him.
"I'm going to shove it so deep you'll feel it in your throat," he replied. "I want to ram it into you and hear you scream like a bitch in heat!"
We heard a knock on the door.
"I smiled mischievously without any more restraint.
In the bathroom next to the sinks there was a man in his fifties who, when he saw me come out dressed like a whore, came over and grabbed my ass.
"The little one is not for you asshole!" said Giulio and gave him a shove that almost sent him falling to the ground. The man did not object and so we left the bathroom.
We headed towards the exit. I walked side by side with the two men, finally dressed in a completely feminine way. I was shimmying on my stiletto heels with my skirt up to show the edge of my black hold-ups. A sort of enthusiasm pervaded me, it was like having finally realized a dream.
We stepped out onto the sidewalk and found the other three members of the group waiting. They were much taller than me, not all handsome, but very robust.
They greeted me and came over to fondle and grope me.
"We're going to party you little guy," one of them said.
"I hope you like taking it in the ass little darling, because tonight we're going to open it up for you real good," said another.
"Let's go to the parking lot at ......., I can't take it anymore!" said one of them.
We got into the car, three got in the back, one driving and Giulio in the seat next to the driver, with me on his lap.
It was a short ride. I felt afraid, I feared for what those men would do to me but, in the part that now dominated me, I felt only a great desire to fuck, an irrepressible desire to feel filled with birds, to have men who liked me and wanted to fuck me as if I were a woman, the whore I wanted to be and that I finally was.
The car stopped in a desolate, dimly lit suburban parking lot next to a grove of trees. They made me get out and kneel on the ground.
They pulled out their members and, standing around me in a circle, pointed them at my face.
Grabbing me by the hair, they let me blow them one by one.
I tried my best, I loved sucking them and wanted to hear them moan.
They spread my mouth with their fingers and shoved two cocks into me at the same time.
One of them couldn't help himself and cum copiously in my face. What a lust to have my face covered in cum, smelling it in my nostrils! Beautiful!!!
"Get up faggot," they ordered.
I did, but I didn't even have time to look around when the most assaultive of the three men who had waited outside the cinema, pushed me against the hood of the car and made me bend over at 90 degrees. He lifted my skirt and ripped off my panties.
"I'm going to smack you, you little bitch!" he said pulling out his cock.
"Please don't hurt me," I pleaded in a pleading voice turning my head toward him.
The guy looked at me and seemed to get even more aroused.
He spread my buttocks and spit repeatedly on my anus. He savagely inserted two fingers and, after a couple of movements, he pulled them out aiming his head at my still virgin little hole.
I was about to be sodomized for the first time after imagining and fantasizing about it for years. I was really going to get fucked by a real cock! My heart was pumping at a frightening rate.
I imagined looking out and seeing myself bent over the hood of that car, seeing that chapel that was pushing on my little hole.
I felt my anus widen and a burning sensation begin to expand.
"I'm going to smash you baby!" the man growled, pushing harder and harder.
I felt him enter me, it was an incredible feeling!
The man paused for a moment, then resumed thrusting hard.
I opened my mouth and began to whimper from the burning.
He took it out and soon after I felt him spitting on my anus again, I turned my head and saw the man fiddling with his member, I thought he was putting a condom on.
He came back and, thanks to the new lubrication, I felt that he slipped with more ease.
He introduced the head and then pushed hard.
I felt like I was out of breath, it seemed that he had broken through, I opened my mouth as if this would facilitate the penetration and I focused on the feeling of fullness that gave me that big cock stuck in the ass. It was a pleasant sensation, comparable to that of having a cock in my mouth, but much more intense. I felt his balls resting against my ass and realized that he had put it all in. That thought pleased me, I had a whole cock of my own and I enjoyed dribbling on the hood of the car. My sodomizer began a slow back-and-forth, to which, two minutes later, I responded with moans and verses of pure enjoyment.
"My god, he's fucking me, he's really doing it! My god that feels good, that feels good!!!", I thought smiling ecstatically-.
Giulio came and put his beautiful cock in my mouth and I took to suck it greedily while he began to move his pelvis and ass rhythmically to facilitate the penetration.
One in my mouth and one in my ass. I was in ecstasy!
The five men began to take turns holding me as if on a spit.
One of them had a much bigger cock than the others and when I felt him penetrate, I thought it was lucky that he wasn't the first.
I moaned like a bitch and it was clear to everyone that I was enjoying it like a slut, I loved getting fucked.
At each turn they pumped my broken little ass with more and more force.
The lust was wasted, just as my moans grew louder and louder.
"Do you like it baby? I saw right away that you were looking for someone to kick your ass!", Giulio said spanking my bottom.
"Yessss!"
He had me doggy style on the pavement and mounted me holding his hands on my flat breasts like I was a bitch. I felt the weight of his body over me pumping my ass furiously as I moaned with my mouth open and tongue out in total erotic ecstasy until I felt him cum inside me. I enjoyed again, feeling the cum dripping from my violated little hole. "Now that makes you feel like a real slut!", I thought. In the carousel of men sinking their members into me, two others poured their nectar into my little hole while another dedicated it to my mouth.
They allowed themselves a few minutes of pause in which I dedicated myself to sucking their balls, then the most gifted man stretched out on the ground with his cock pointing upwards. He had me sit on it so that he could impale me. I began to ride him moaning without restraint. Two men stood in front of me to have their dicks sucked while the other two took hold of my hands and used them to masturbate.
They began to switch roles again.
I don't know how long it lasted, but the pleasure made me think of nothing else but the incredible feeling of being a woman and pleasuring those men.
Each of their moans was music to my ears because it meant that I was doing my job well, that I was giving them the sublime pleasure.
At one point they made me get on my knees again and arranged themselves in a circle around me. I stood there looking down at them from behind my semen-stained goggles. I stuck out my tongue and waited. They masturbated and one by one poured their last load into my face, my lips, my mouth, my hair.
My satisfied anus was dripping with cum, my face was full of it, my tongue had tasted an infinity of it and my throat had swallowed a lot of it. They had filled me all up fulfilling my darkest and most recondite fantasies!!!
"You're a big, horny slut!" said one of them looking at me.
And another, "You have a great ass, you little bitch!"
"You're the best blowjob I've ever put my dick in my mouth!" added yet another.
"What's your name?" asked Giulio.
I looked at him still spellbound from the intense enjoyment. "Sabrina," I replied.
"Well, Sabrina, you are the girl who made me enjoy the most in all my life!"
I felt a plunge in my heart, his words made me feel ecstatic...I don't know if he said it just to please me because he understood that I desired to be a woman, but I didn't care at that moment. For that moment I loved him with all my being and I felt complete as never before.
"I was finally home alone. I had been longing for a long weekend off for months, with the house at my complete disposal. I've always loved wearing women's lingerie, I absolutely love the exciting feeling of the nylon of the pantyhose wrapping around my beautiful tapered, hairless legs and then looking in the mirror and seeing in its magical reflection the woman I am in my fantasies. I lack breasts and I have a small bird that qualifies me as a man, but I'm lucky, I have an effeminate and pleasant body, thin with a great firm ass and a pretty face. I'm only 20 years old but since I was a sexting my sexual fantasies have been filled with manly, rough men and always featured me in a female role. I'm only 5'4" tall and I like to wear small "secretary" glasses because that's how I see myself in my sexual performances.
Over time, I have accumulated a small secret wardrobe made up of lingerie and feminine clothes that I wear as soon as I have a modicum of freedom.
In spite of my instincts, fear had always had the upper hand and up to that moment I had had relations with men only in my fantasies, the part of male members that I longed for was played by objects that resembled their shape and that I often devoted myself to lick, suck and gently insert into my willing little hole.
As I grew up, my sexual fantasies became more and more complex and realistic: generally I like to start from imagining a sweet and tender relationship with a man or a boy on a nice white bed and proceed slowly to lustful orgies where a group of men fuck me without any regard as a dog in heat making me crazy with pleasure.
One of my most recurrent fantasies was the one set in a red light cinema.
Once I went there for real but when a man had tried to approach me by sitting next to me and stretching out his hands, I was so scared that I ran out of the theater.
It was Friday afternoon and I had rarely felt so excited. The idea of having an entire weekend off to do what I wanted made me go into orbit.
The first thing I did was to strip down to my men's clothes and lightly make up with mascara and black pencil so as to highlight my big eyes, then I finally moved on to wearing the clothes I adored: black lace panties, sheer black hold-ups, black satin nightgown and stilettos. I wore each garment with studied slowness enjoying the contact, then I began to walk around the house stopping in front of the mirrors to look at myself. I lowered myself to 90 degrees and pretended to invite my imaginary lovers. I continued like this for a while stroking my body with voluptuousness. I had a great desire to masturbate but, not wanting to waste the little time available, I decided that this was the right opportunity to leave the house. I took from the closet my long black duster and tried to wear it: I looked like a tranny ready to go to beat, I thought, exciting me even more.
I certainly couldn't go out looking like that, the neighbors would probably recognize me and, even if they didn't, I certainly wouldn't want to take that risk. I sat on the couch thinking about what I could do.
I thought about the fact that for me the maximum excitement was not only dressing up as a woman, but being seen in those clothes. The apotheosis would have been reached when someone, seeing me, would have wanted me, making me understand that he liked me, that I excited him and he wanted to make me his. It would have been beautiful!
Sexual arousal is a kind of drug for me, the more it grows the more my inhibitory brakes let go, the scruples hide under the cravings and suddenly, what a moment before was almost inconceivable, magically becomes possible. I say this because that day things went just like this. Until that moment in my history of "budding trans" I had never been seen dressed as a woman so, at that moment, the excitement exceeded the guard level and my scruples collapsed one by one like a house of cards.
I decided that I would not change, I hid my stockings under the tight leggings that highlighted my ass and my beautiful legs.
I put on a pair of high top sneakers and replaced my nightgown with a mini tank top that left my belly button exposed. I took my makeup off, however, I took my mascara and black pencil with me to do my makeup again since I was out of the area where I live.
I put on the light black duster and left the house.
As a first stop I decided to go and buy a skirt, something very sexy.
I found a store that was displaying things in the window that I liked. I looked in and saw an elegant middle-aged woman putting the items on sale in order. There were no customers so I decided to go in.
I wandered through the shelves and found a sleeveless black mini sheath dress that I loved. It was well-collared and elastic, I looked at it for a while 'undecided trying to find the strength to buy it, but the excitement clouded my mind.
The owner of the store, the woman she had seen earlier, approached me and asked if she could help me. I looked at her trying to smile and, in an attempt to find some plausible excuse to make the purchase, I lifted the dress. The woman gently took it in her hand and after giving me an expert look, told me that it was certainly in my size and that she could accompany me to the fitting room to try it on.
The woman had not doubted for a moment that that dress was suitable for me, she had certainly understood that I was a boy but she did not seem scandalized, indeed she repeated her invitation to let me try it on. I didn't let her repeat it and followed her.
"Call me when you've worn it" she said in a gentle tone.
I was excited, that woman with her naturalness was making me feel like an equal, that is a real female and, my God, I liked this infinitely!
When I had taken off my sweatpants and tank top there would have been no more doubts, the woman would have clearly seen that I was a boy even though I was wearing female underwear, but when I got to that point, I did not want to go back. I undressed, slipped on the sheath dress and looked at myself in the mirror.
It was perfect, the short and tight skirt ended just below the edge of my stockings and highlighted my beautiful ass.
"May I?" I heard her ask from behind the curtain, "Please," I answered softly.
The woman watched me carefully making me turn around to look at all sides, then laughed delightedly. "It looks great on her, you can believe me, there are women who I don't know what they would pay to have shapes like hers!"
I felt myself blush with embarrassment, excitement and satisfaction at receiving such a compliment.
"Of course, such a dress goes with high-heeled shoes, certainly not with sneakers," he said, smiling affably.
"You're certainly right," I replied.
The woman came out of the dressing room, I slipped off the dress and got dressed.
When, with the dress in hand I went to the cashier, the lady looked at me in a mischievous way and, with an accomplice, told me that she wanted to make me a small gift:
something special that usually drove her husband crazy.
She let me sniff a mignon bottle of a delicious feminine perfume and, when I told him it was very good, she sprayed some on my neck and wrists, then handed me the bottle inserting it in the bag of the dress.
"Thank you ma'am, that was so kind!" I said gratefully.
"Duty sweetheart, I hope to see you again."
"I guarantee it!" I replied smiling.
I walked out of the store intoxicated, I had never felt so female in my life and I wanted to continue the game. I decided to head to a shoe store. I found one that I liked also because the salesman was a handsome man in his 30s.
I entered, he looked at me carefully and asked me what I wanted, if I had seen something in the window that interested me. I answered him in a chirpy voice pointing to some black shoes with a stiletto heel. He lowered his head to look at my feet and I told him I was a size 8.
He invited me to sit down and moved into the storeroom to look for what I had asked for as if it were something normal. Not even for a moment had it crossed his mind that the shoes were not for me.
I saw him come in holding a box and crouched down in front of me.
"Allow me," he said with a professional air. I could smell the perfume the woman had given me, I imagined it had magical properties that were captivating the man kneeling in front of me. I could feel my little cock hard and aroused. I didn't understand how it was possible that these people behaved towards me so naturally.
He untied my right shoe and slipped it off. The black women's stockings I was wearing were now fully visible but the man didn't seem to particularly mind. He gently caressed my foot and proceeded to slip on the black footwear I had chosen. The contact of his hand with my panty-wrapped foot caused a shiver down my spine and I felt a few drops of pre-spermatic fluid peep out of the tip of my little tool.
"How does it feel, is it the right size?" he asked me in a very affable manner.
"Yes, I think so," I replied, my face flushed.
He took off my left shoe, put on the one with the heel and invited me to stand up, offering me his hand with a kind gesture that I gladly accepted.
I could not understand why he was behaving so exaggeratedly affable, perhaps he was obliged to do so with all customers.
Excitedly I walked around the store rimirandomi in mirrors. The heels slender and give women an incredible erotic charge. I liked myself a lot and, as far as I could understand, I didn't displease the nice salesman at all. Could it have been an impression dictated only by the great excitement? After all, I was nothing more than a transvestite boy and the chances that he would treat me coldly or even rudely, in my opinion, were higher, yet he continued to be very kind.
"Maybe he really likes me," I thought, "Maybe he's gay".But I found no answer and tried not to think about it.
I sat down, told him I really liked them and would purchase them. He replied that I was a marvel, but seemed to be made more to enhance
the legs and clothes that leave them uncovered.
I agreed with him and told him with an excited giggle that I had just purchased the right dress and couldn't wait to get home to try it on along with the shoes. The man looked around as if to make sure that no customer was about to enter and told me that if I wanted I could take advantage of the dressing room.
I, excited, thanked him wholeheartedly and grabbing the bag containing my previous purchase, I slipped in.
I undressed, wore the sheath dress and shoes. The dressing room had a mirror but I wanted the clerk to look at me, so I went out and stood in front of a larger one in the main hall.
I liked myself beyond words: I looked like a real woman. If I had breasts, no one could tell I wasn't. I thought that maybe it was my excitement that made me look like that, but then I decided that it didn't matter, the important thing was that I liked myself.
The man looked at me without speaking. I looked at him and smiled.
"They're perfect," he said, "They match the dress perfectly." He paused briefly and then added, "You look gorgeous!" he said, switching to Tu.
I thanked him, stammering. He had addressed me using the feminine and had paid me a beautiful compliment. I felt over the moon. I was tempted to go out into the street without changing, but I was still too scared and decided to turn back. I looked at him again, he was still staring at me, and I thought I had to do something. With the excuse of taking a closer look at some shoes on display downstairs, I lowered myself by leaning forward. My back was to him.
My movement inevitably led the skirt to rise showing the edge of the stockings. I turned my head slightly to look at him. His eyes were glued to my big ass and this vision made me feel like a real female hunter of men.
I thought about prolonging the game by asking him to try on another pair of shoes, but the sound of the store door announced the entrance of a person. I quickly slipped into the fitting room and changed.
The customer who had come in was waiting, sitting in one of the little chairs.
I went to the cashier to pay. The man stared at me with his deep black eyes with an intensity that made me melt all over. I handed him the money, he took it caressing my hand. He handed me the rest of the money saying "It was a pleasure to serve you, if I can be of any further use to you ...."
"Thank you ...", I left the word hanging as if I was waiting to know his name. "Alessandro," he said. "Thank you Alessandro, that was very kind."
He handed me a business card. I grabbed it with a trembling hand and carelessly dropped it, he bent down, picked it up and, in pulling himself up, gently caressed my leg up to my waist and then my buttocks where he lingered under the pretext of walking me to the door.
The touch of his warm fingers was clearly perceptible, full of an incredible erotic charge. I lowered my gaze and stared at the flap of his pants, the bump was evident, he certainly had his cock in high gear. I imagined kneeling down, opening his fly and starting to suck him off... Fantastic, I saw myself dressed, crawling in the middle of the store, wearing a sheath dress and new shoes with that man who was sodomizing me with fury.
"Don't lose it," he said, smiling. "I hope to see you again, See you soon!"
Then he leaned close to my ear and whispered " you are a slut, you made me horny as a pig!"
He walked away walking backwards to re-enter the store.
I stared at him delighted by his confession, and ran my tongue over my lips in a lustful gesture that made him wince slightly, his heart beating wildly. I had never been so close to having sex with a man. I felt over the moon, the episodes of that afternoon had exponentially increased my confidence, and my desire to be female, as well as my desire for a male and my eagerness for a cock.
It was dusk, I decided to go eat at a fast food restaurant and used the bathroom to lightly make up my eyes with mascara and black pencil. When I came out I sat on a bench in a park in the center. I had an uncontrollable urge to wear the dress and shoes I had purchased but I didn't want to do it outdoors.
My mind was crowded with men, their hands touching me, their heavy bodies on top of me, their hard cocks in my hands, in my mouth, in my ass.
At those thoughts I felt my anus contracting as if asking to be filled.
I suddenly decided to walk towards the only red light cinema left in town.
But when I reached it 20 minutes later, I still didn't have the courage to go inside and I slipped into a beer hall that was next door.
I sat down at one of the few free tables, ordered a very alcoholic cocktail and started sipping it.
A group of people were arguing in front of the long balcony. From what I could tell they didn't look Italian. In front of me was a group of 5 men between 35 and 45 years old who were drinking and two of them looked a bit tipsy.
The air was saturated with smoke. I was sitting with my legs crossed and one of them was staring at me.
I tried to figure out what in particular his attention was on and realized that he was "pointing" at my ankles. An attentive observer could tell that I was wearing women's stockings. One of the tipsy men turned to me and said:
"Hey faggot, are you looking for cock, honey ?", then laughed loudly.
The music was loud and I pretended I didn't hear, the man scared me, he was very big and brutal looking.
One of the others in the group looked at me insistently. He wasn't very handsome but he had a charming smile and a strong body.
"Pussy cocksucker, come here and blow me!", I heard him yell again.
The drunk guy had targeted me and I decided to change the air.
I saw one of the five men, one I hadn't paid much attention to, get up and come and sit at my table. He had a handsome face and graying hair. He smiled at me and leaned in close to my ear to be heard.
"Don't mind my friend, he's had one too many drinks but he's as good as gold." "It may be like you say, but he's a little scary to me," I replied truthfully.
"Don't worry, he barks but doesn't bite," he said accompanying the sentence with a smile and then asked, "Are you waiting for someone?"
I turned around, the whole small group was looking at me, the fear of them hurting me gripped my stomach.
"I was just leaving," I stuttered back.
I finished my drink and stood up.
The man looked at me apologetically, I liked him, too bad he wasn't alone.
I left the bar and headed like an automaton towards the cinema.
I entered, the room was dark, the movie had already begun.
I sat down in one of the last rows. On the screen a woman was passionately sucking a big gnarled cock. I identified with her and felt a trickle of saliva dripping from the side of my mouth. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to have a man as soon as possible.
I touched my hard little dick and, as if an external force was pushing me to do so, I decided to go to the bathroom.
I walked down the center aisle and tried to see how many spectators there were: I counted only 6.
In the bathroom I found a middle-aged man who seemed to be masturbating in front of a vespasian. When he heard me enter, he turned his head to look and soon after moved the rest of his body.
He was about 60 years old, but the cock he was clutching in his fist was respectable.
I stood there for a few moments almost in a daze looking at him, then went into one of the stalls
and locked it.
I knew I was getting into trouble but I couldn't resist any longer. I didn't have the courage to put on the sheath dress, but I decided to touch up my look anyway. I lowered the hem of the leggings below my waist and pulled up the webbing of the thong so that it could be seen sticking out of the sides, I slipped on my newly purchased stiletto heeled shoes that made the fact that I was wearing women's stockings fully visible. I hid the bag with my clothing on a high shelf above the toilet near a small window.
I went out, the man was still there masturbating turned towards me. In a moment he came and
he gave me a copious splash of his cum. I felt flattered!
I went back to the hall and walked back to the last rows through the middle aisle. I felt the eyes of those men on me. I thought maybe someone had heard the clicking sound of my heels.
I sat down in a middle seat in the fourth row.
A stout, balding man about 55 years old, sitting a few rows in front of me, had been carefully following me with his eyes on my way back from the bathroom, got up and came to sit next to me. I looked at him, but in the darkness of the room I couldn't make out his features. I could hear his rapid, excited breathing. My heart was pounding as, even from a distance, I could feel his arousal. He touched my knee with one hand. I quivered but did not move. I saw that he was fumbling with his pants and a moment later he pulled out his cock and began to masturbate. I looked at him, he had a fairly short but very large cock with a huge head. He placed one hand on my thigh, stroked it for a few moments, then grabbed my left hand and brought it to his cock.
I took it in my hand, it was hot and throbbing with excitement.
"That feels so good!" I thought. I loved feeling that tool in my hand, how many times had I imagined and desired it! I began to masturbate him slowly.
I played with his balls and massaged the points that stimulated him the most, then I began a "up and down decided", harmonious fruit of my many sessions of masturbation. I heard the man moan, "Yes, good, go on like that! I felt his right hand slip under my butt to start touching it. I loved it, I tried to settle down so as to facilitate his groping, he only made time to stick a finger in my ass and much to my regret I felt he was about to orgasm.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh, yes...comeooooo!!!" He squirted his load against the back of the chair opposite and, in reflex, my hand was completely smeared with warm, stringy cum.
"A few years ago I would have given you the full service baby girl, but now you have to settle. you have a velvety hand slut!"
He grabbed the hand I had masturbated him with and pushed it toward my mouth. I wasn't prepared for such a gesture, and before I could react, I found my mouth wet with his cum.
"Come on, come on, taste it baby! I bet you like it."
As if bewitched by that acrid smell and sticky texture, I ran my tongue over my lips. The man took the opportunity to slip his smeared fingers inside me.
"Taste it. Lick it good!" I obeyed.
I had tasted my own cum before, but this tasted better. I licked and swallowed enjoying that delicious taste.
I heard a noise behind, as if new spectators were entering the room. The bald man left in a hurry as if something had suddenly scared him. When I turned around I saw that in the chair to my right was sitting the drunk who had insulted me in the beer hall. I heard a movement to my left and realized that another man had occupied the chair where the bald guy was sitting before.
Startled, I tried to get up to leave, but was forcibly restrained.
The man was rugged, a sullen face and very manly. He brought his face in front of mine holding my head steady, his breath smelled of beer. "I saw what you were doing faggot, I was right about you being out for cock!"
"Let me go," I said in a pleading tone.
"I don't want to hurt you baby, I'm just here to give you what you're looking for, I've got a big cock here eager to make friends with your tonsils, and since you like it, I'll even offer you a nice dose of hot cum for free. What do you say faggot?"?
He didn't wait for my answer, he unzipped his pants and, taking me by the hair made me bend over pushing his tool into my mouth. I was afraid, but the incredible erotic charge burning inside me, led me to focus my attention on the delicious cock that was occupying my mouth. The man behind me was fumbling with my pants, I was stuck and couldn't move. I felt him lowering them down to my ankles along with my panties. He spread my buttocks and began to lick my anus, he would inhale it and slowly slip a finger in and then resume licking. Sometimes he would give me a spanking. "What a nice little ass this little slut has!" he said.
For a moment I tried to struggle but the strength of the two almost didn't allow me to move and soon after I gave in.
I continued to suck, the man had stopped pushing me as if he had to force me to give him a blowjob, he simply held a hand on my head caressing it.
How good the taste of cock tasted, I would pull the cock out of my mouth, look at it inhaling the smell, lick the big head and then go back to wrapping my lips around the shaft pushing it slowly down my throat until my little nose was stuck in my casual partner's pubic hair.
"My god, how well you suck faggot, ahhhaaaa, yesiiii!"
"Oh, I want to get sucked too," said the guy I had behind me,
"Fuck, be patient!" retorted the other.
"Don't talk shit , I don't want to wait! Make him kneel on the ground now!"
The man I was blowing, reluctantly, asked me to squat in front of them.
I did so, put myself between his legs and started sucking his cock again.
The other grabbed my hand and brought it to his cock. I began to masturbate him while continuing to suck at the same time, but shortly after the man stood up and approached me.
"I want to try your pretty little mouth too, you little bitch!" he said pointing his cock at me.
I pulled away and fed him while continuing to massage the other with my hand.
I alternated them for a while, they were both nice and big and were giving me what I basically wanted. I completely abandoned myself to my feminine side, I thought I was really a woman, a lustful little whore hungry for cock whose only true desire was to make those men enjoy themselves, to be filled, because only when she is full, a woman can really feel like that, in fact I enjoyed immensely the feeling of having my mouth full, filled by those big hot cocks. How many times had I imagined this? A hundred, a thousand? Now I felt like I was living in a dream.
I licked and sucked the big balls of the first man I had started to work with my mouth and I felt him quivering. He was about to enjoy, I could feel like little nerve discharges coming from a spot behind the sac of his testicles.
"Oohhhhhhh, yesiiii, swallow it all! I'm going to cum in your mouth baby, drink it all, drink it allaaaaa!!!"
I held it in and felt it explode, it was my first time and it felt amazing! My mouth filled with hot cum. I savored and swallowed quickly because I wanted to obey, I wanted to drink it all. The man moaned without any restraint and I kept swallowing until I felt he was done.
I raised my head to look at him, his eyes were closed and he was stroking my head with an ecstatic expression.
"You're so made for blowjobs baby, you've been longing for a cock haven't you baby girl ?"
I felt myself being pulled to the side and had to start sucking the other cock again.
It didn't last long, by then he was at his limit too.
"Hold still, open your mouth and stick out your tongue, I want to cum on your face," he said
continuing to jerk his cock in front of my face.
I was waiting.... Just the thought of my face being covered in cum was driving me crazy with joy.
"Ahhhh, yesiiii!", I saw the dense jets as if in slow motion as they made their way towards me smearing my secretary glasses, my cheeks, my lips my tongue.
I licked what I could, then the man wiped his member on my face and forced me to finish the job with my mouth.
I stood up and, after pulling up my underpants and panties, wiped my face with a handkerchief.
After a moment's pause, the half-drunk man, the one who had put it in my mouth first, told me that we had to leave because the others were waiting. By now I was fully in the part and so I did not object, I just told him that I had to go to the bathroom.
The two men looked at each other.
"Please let me go to the bathroom honey!", I said handing a hand over his chest. The sound of my voice startled me, it didn't sound like my own anymore, I felt like it was completely feminine, that of a woman I had never heard before.
"All right," was the reply.
They accompanied me to the services. Giulio, that was the name of the first man, entered the toilet with me while the other waited outside.
I peed while he continued to rub my ass and grope me all over. I turned around, hugged him and we kissed passionately. I felt that I was no longer in control of myself, or maybe I had changed something fundamental in my personality. My metamorphosis had taken place.
I climbed onto the toilet and grabbed the bag I had left and pulled out the sheath dress.
"Do you like it?", I asked the man. "Please, can I wear it?" He made a gesture of assent. I sat down on the toilet, removed my leggings and tank top, then slipped the sheath dress on and put my shoes back on.
Julius had me turn and bend over starting to rub his cock on my butt.
"I really want to put it in your ass!" he said giving me a stroke with his pelvis.
"Do you like my little ass ?", I asked him.
"I'm going to shove it so deep you'll feel it in your throat," he replied. "I want to ram it into you and hear you scream like a bitch in heat!"
We heard a knock on the door.
"I smiled mischievously without any more restraint.
In the bathroom next to the sinks there was a man in his fifties who, when he saw me come out dressed like a whore, came over and grabbed my ass.
"The little one is not for you asshole!" said Giulio and gave him a shove that almost sent him falling to the ground. The man did not object and so we left the bathroom.
We headed towards the exit. I walked side by side with the two men, finally dressed in a completely feminine way. I was shimmying on my stiletto heels with my skirt up to show the edge of my black hold-ups. A sort of enthusiasm pervaded me, it was like having finally realized a dream.
We stepped out onto the sidewalk and found the other three members of the group waiting. They were much taller than me, not all handsome, but very robust.
They greeted me and came over to fondle and grope me.
"We're going to party you little guy," one of them said.
"I hope you like taking it in the ass little darling, because tonight we're going to open it up for you real good," said another.
"Let's go to the parking lot at ......., I can't take it anymore!" said one of them.
We got into the car, three got in the back, one driving and Giulio in the seat next to the driver, with me on his lap.
It was a short ride. I felt afraid, I feared for what those men would do to me but, in the part that now dominated me, I felt only a great desire to fuck, an irrepressible desire to feel filled with birds, to have men who liked me and wanted to fuck me as if I were a woman, the whore I wanted to be and that I finally was.
The car stopped in a desolate, dimly lit suburban parking lot next to a grove of trees. They made me get out and kneel on the ground.
They pulled out their members and, standing around me in a circle, pointed them at my face.
Grabbing me by the hair, they let me blow them one by one.
I tried my best, I loved sucking them and wanted to hear them moan.
They spread my mouth with their fingers and shoved two cocks into me at the same time.
One of them couldn't help himself and cum copiously in my face. What a lust to have my face covered in cum, smelling it in my nostrils! Beautiful!!!
"Get up faggot," they ordered.
I did, but I didn't even have time to look around when the most assaultive of the three men who had waited outside the cinema, pushed me against the hood of the car and made me bend over at 90 degrees. He lifted my skirt and ripped off my panties.
"I'm going to smack you, you little bitch!" he said pulling out his cock.
"Please don't hurt me," I pleaded in a pleading voice turning my head toward him.
The guy looked at me and seemed to get even more aroused.
He spread my buttocks and spit repeatedly on my anus. He savagely inserted two fingers and, after a couple of movements, he pulled them out aiming his head at my still virgin little hole.
I was about to be sodomized for the first time after imagining and fantasizing about it for years. I was really going to get fucked by a real cock! My heart was pumping at a frightening rate.
I imagined looking out and seeing myself bent over the hood of that car, seeing that chapel that was pushing on my little hole.
I felt my anus widen and a burning sensation begin to expand.
"I'm going to smash you baby!" the man growled, pushing harder and harder.
I felt him enter me, it was an incredible feeling!
The man paused for a moment, then resumed thrusting hard.
I opened my mouth and began to whimper from the burning.
He took it out and soon after I felt him spitting on my anus again, I turned my head and saw the man fiddling with his member, I thought he was putting a condom on.
He came back and, thanks to the new lubrication, I felt that he slipped with more ease.
He introduced the head and then pushed hard.
I felt like I was out of breath, it seemed that he had broken through, I opened my mouth as if this would facilitate the penetration and I focused on the feeling of fullness that gave me that big cock stuck in the ass. It was a pleasant sensation, comparable to that of having a cock in my mouth, but much more intense. I felt his balls resting against my ass and realized that he had put it all in. That thought pleased me, I had a whole cock of my own and I enjoyed dribbling on the hood of the car. My sodomizer began a slow back-and-forth, to which, two minutes later, I responded with moans and verses of pure enjoyment.
"My god, he's fucking me, he's really doing it! My god that feels good, that feels good!!!", I thought smiling ecstatically-.
Giulio came and put his beautiful cock in my mouth and I took to suck it greedily while he began to move his pelvis and ass rhythmically to facilitate the penetration.
One in my mouth and one in my ass. I was in ecstasy!
The five men began to take turns holding me as if on a spit.
One of them had a much bigger cock than the others and when I felt him penetrate, I thought it was lucky that he wasn't the first.
I moaned like a bitch and it was clear to everyone that I was enjoying it like a slut, I loved getting fucked.
At each turn they pumped my broken little ass with more and more force.
The lust was wasted, just as my moans grew louder and louder.
"Do you like it baby? I saw right away that you were looking for someone to kick your ass!", Giulio said spanking my bottom.
"Yessss!"
He had me doggy style on the pavement and mounted me holding his hands on my flat breasts like I was a bitch. I felt the weight of his body over me pumping my ass furiously as I moaned with my mouth open and tongue out in total erotic ecstasy until I felt him cum inside me. I enjoyed again, feeling the cum dripping from my violated little hole. "Now that makes you feel like a real slut!", I thought. In the carousel of men sinking their members into me, two others poured their nectar into my little hole while another dedicated it to my mouth.
They allowed themselves a few minutes of pause in which I dedicated myself to sucking their balls, then the most gifted man stretched out on the ground with his cock pointing upwards. He had me sit on it so that he could impale me. I began to ride him moaning without restraint. Two men stood in front of me to have their dicks sucked while the other two took hold of my hands and used them to masturbate.
They began to switch roles again.
I don't know how long it lasted, but the pleasure made me think of nothing else but the incredible feeling of being a woman and pleasuring those men.
Each of their moans was music to my ears because it meant that I was doing my job well, that I was giving them the sublime pleasure.
At one point they made me get on my knees again and arranged themselves in a circle around me. I stood there looking down at them from behind my semen-stained goggles. I stuck out my tongue and waited. They masturbated and one by one poured their last load into my face, my lips, my mouth, my hair.
My satisfied anus was dripping with cum, my face was full of it, my tongue had tasted an infinity of it and my throat had swallowed a lot of it. They had filled me all up fulfilling my darkest and most recondite fantasies!!!
"You're a big, horny slut!" said one of them looking at me.
And another, "You have a great ass, you little bitch!"
"You're the best blowjob I've ever put my dick in my mouth!" added yet another.
"What's your name?" asked Giulio.
I looked at him still spellbound from the intense enjoyment. "Sabrina," I replied.
"Well, Sabrina, you are the girl who made me enjoy the most in all my life!"
I felt a plunge in my heart, his words made me feel ecstatic...I don't know if he said it just to please me because he understood that I desired to be a woman, but I didn't care at that moment. For that moment I loved him with all my being and I felt complete as never before.
