Punk Ass BITCH!
I began crossdressing at home during puberty. Once I began masturbating, I couldn't stop! I was jerking off all the time! When my mom was out, I'd walk around the apartment naked and one afternoon I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror in the hallway and I was shocked at how sexy I looked! So young! So soft! Almost like a girl! I went to my mom's room and applied some of her hot red lipstick to my full pouty lips, then to her closet and stepped into a pair of her high heels! Oh, so fuckin' SEXY! I looked like a WHORE! With my long blonde hair, my pale silky body, my skinny hairless legs - legs that did NOT belong on a guy - but looked wild and sexy on a woman! For the time being I limited my crossdressing to behind the walls of our apartment, but gradually I began refining my look to be more feminine than masculine. I was always a small, slightly built delicate boy, with soft smooth skin. In school I kept it under control, but out of school I let the girl within me out.
My usual mode of dressing was shorts, Crocs, and tank tops, which, while not overtly feminine was at least ambiguous and definitely leaned toward the feminine. One summer vacation I was out on the street, and I was walking home from the store, and a car pulled up beside me. The driver was a Latino guy in his 40s. "Want a ride" He asked me, leaning toward the passenger window.
"Ummm, a ride to where?" I asked. I could see his hand rubbing his groin area and I knew what he was after. And though I had never had sex with another person, I fantasized about it constantly.
"I don't know," he said. "Home? Anywhere? We could just drive around if you want. Get in. I stood there for a few seconds before getting in the car, displaying my bare legs as I slid in next to him. He began driving and I didn't bother to ask him where he was going. And though I was scared - actually more nervous than scared - I wanted the same thing he wanted. He was a nice-looking guy - shave head and a goatee, and as he drove, he kept looking over at me. I saw him rubbing his groin. "What's your name?" He asked me. "I'm Luis." He held out his hand and I took it.
"I'm Keven, I answered him. He kept holding my hand as we drove along. He let go of my small hand and his big hand dropped to my leg. He moved it slightly to my groin and gasped when he felt the hardness of my small penis. He became very excited, and he drove to a very secluded place outside the city limits. He pulled over and we got in the back seat, and he began kissing all over me, like a wild en imal! I felt his tongue snaking down my throat, as his hands were all over me. He pulled off my tank top and shorts, leaving me naked.
"Oh FUCK! Just like a pinche puta! Like a fuckin GIRL!" He eased his shorts down exposing his rigid curvy cock and took my head and pushed it down to his cock. I had never sucked cock before, but I had watched so much porn and fantasized so much about sucking cock that I knew just what to do. I only sucked it for a minute, and he tensed up and pushed my head down so hard that his cock was so far down my throat that I was retching loudly as I felt his hot semen flooding my mouth and throat! So much warm semen that I had to gulp fast to get it all down. I was crouched completely naked on the floorboards between his big meaty thighs, unable to move. He was breathing hard, and he gradually relaxed his grip on the back of my skull, and I was able to draw back my head. As I did so his erect cock slid from my throat, all slick with cum and saliva, strings of it hanging from my lips and chin! He grabbed some Dunkin Donut napkins and wipe off his cock before handing them to me to clean off my face.
I hurriedly got dressed and he drove me back to where he had picked me up. He kept asking me if I liked it, was it good, that sort of thing. For me, my head was swirling with every though imaginable. As I walked the rest of the way home, I realized that - if I had had any doubts at all about my sexuality before, it had just been cleared up in the woods in the back seat of Luis" car. I was a homosexual. A fa ggot. When I got into the house I went to my room, stripped nude, and masturbated for hours, thinking about Luis' gorgeous naked body and rock-hard MUSCLES!
After that I began going out every weekend, hoping to see Luis again. I didn't but, I found that I was getting all the male attention I could want, getting picked up several times a night for sex. One night a cop stopped me and accused me of whoring. I denied it, but he gave me a lecture about what I was doing, talking about AIDS and other diseases. "You keep this shit up, he told me, you're gonna end up behind bars as a jailhouse woman." He took my small heart shaped chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising my head up. "Is that what you want? To be some man's woman? His bitch??"
That did not deter me in the slightest.In fact thinking about it made me even more horny! YES! I DID want to me some big strong man's girl! I loved luxuriating stark naked in a big strong man's muscley arms! Feeling soooo secure and safe! It was summer vacation, and it was hot, and I was on the trot! I had shaved the back and sides of my head, just leaving long pink hair on the front that hung down over my eyes. One night I was out late, and a guy had dropped me off in an industrial area, refusing to bring me back to where he had picked me up. I was wearing really short shorts, a tank top and because it was a chilly night I had an oversize plaid hoodie coat. I like it because when I wore it, it covered the shorts and all you could see were my legs! I knew that it was my sexy ladylike legs that attracted men. That's when I met Omar. He was walking toward me and as he got near, he said, "Wow, baby! You lookin sexy tonight!"
We talked for a while, and we went into a nearby alley. We were sitting on some boxes behind a dumpster, and he ran his hand over my legs. Mmmm mmmm MMM! He said. You shave them skinny laigs?
I shuddered as I felt his strong hands fondling my bare legs. I felt queasy in my tummy because I was a little scared but getting horny at the same time! I shook my head. "No, I said, I don't have to."
"For reals? he exclaimed continuing to feel up my silky legs. That all natural, huh? OoooWEE - aint a HAIR on those silky legs! "Take them panties off," he said. I stepped out of my raggy jeans butt shorts and felt his hands move to my bare buttocks. His fingers found my hard little penis and pinched down on it, saying, "Oh girl! That clitty is hard! I mean, serious - you feel like a WOMMAN!" He pulled out his big cock and said: "Feel of it, Keven, he said in a low voice. I put my fruity little hand around it - so HARD! So THICK! I took all my clothes off and knelt between his legs. I had been sucking cock for months by this time and I knew EXACTLY what I was doing! Omar had his pants down around his ankles as I knelt naked and kissed the head of his erect penis, lapping up salty beads of pre cum, before enveloping the head into my hungry cocksucking mouth. He groaned loudly as I sucked and tongued his cock.
"You like it, honey?" I asked, looking up at him innocently.
"OH yeah! I LOVE it girl! You got mad skills, baby! I bowed my head and continued blowing him until he jumped up, grabbed his cock by the base, pointed it at my face, and let it go - all over my cut BB face! I was flooded with it! It was all over my face, hanging from my nose and chin. "OooooWEEE!" Omar said, laughing and shining the light from his phone on my face! just LOOK at you! There was nothing to wipe my face with. Omar grabbed my tank top and wiped off his cock befroe handing it to me. I wiped my face off but the tank top was soaked with cold cum juice. So I just threw it on the ground.
"Turn around, Keven, Omar said, twirling his finger. I pirouetted around, like a model, giving him a full view of my nude body. "I bet you gonna look good when I put you up in some high heels!"
"What do you mean?" I asked, putting my clothes back on.
Means Ima put you up in high heels and we gonna make some money. You my girl now, Keven - cool? We gonna take care of each other from now on. I best not see you talkin to no other pimp neither"
I nodded meekly. There was something about Omar's demeanor that told me instinctively that he was NOT about to take NO for an answer!
After that night I was no longer free to make my own decisions. What I did, how I dressed, who I talked to - was all up to Omar. My mom worked nights and when I told her I was quitting school and moving out, she didn't really object. Omar rented a room in a house with a lot of other people, and I moved in with him. He was having me have sex with guys and when we got some money, he took me to buy some high heels and sexy skirts and dresses. I don't know why I allowed myself to be taken out of my mom's home - taken to live in a ghetto slum crack house inhabited by drug addicts and prostitutes but - part of me felt like I deserved it. I didn't come from a rich family - we were actually pretty poor, but Omar made me understand that just by virtue of my white skin I was privileged, and that I need to be brought down. I began to feel ashamed of my white race, and my only pride was belonging to this fine black man!
My usual mode of dressing was shorts, Crocs, and tank tops, which, while not overtly feminine was at least ambiguous and definitely leaned toward the feminine. One summer vacation I was out on the street, and I was walking home from the store, and a car pulled up beside me. The driver was a Latino guy in his 40s. "Want a ride" He asked me, leaning toward the passenger window.
"Ummm, a ride to where?" I asked. I could see his hand rubbing his groin area and I knew what he was after. And though I had never had sex with another person, I fantasized about it constantly.
"I don't know," he said. "Home? Anywhere? We could just drive around if you want. Get in. I stood there for a few seconds before getting in the car, displaying my bare legs as I slid in next to him. He began driving and I didn't bother to ask him where he was going. And though I was scared - actually more nervous than scared - I wanted the same thing he wanted. He was a nice-looking guy - shave head and a goatee, and as he drove, he kept looking over at me. I saw him rubbing his groin. "What's your name?" He asked me. "I'm Luis." He held out his hand and I took it.
"I'm Keven, I answered him. He kept holding my hand as we drove along. He let go of my small hand and his big hand dropped to my leg. He moved it slightly to my groin and gasped when he felt the hardness of my small penis. He became very excited, and he drove to a very secluded place outside the city limits. He pulled over and we got in the back seat, and he began kissing all over me, like a wild en imal! I felt his tongue snaking down my throat, as his hands were all over me. He pulled off my tank top and shorts, leaving me naked.
"Oh FUCK! Just like a pinche puta! Like a fuckin GIRL!" He eased his shorts down exposing his rigid curvy cock and took my head and pushed it down to his cock. I had never sucked cock before, but I had watched so much porn and fantasized so much about sucking cock that I knew just what to do. I only sucked it for a minute, and he tensed up and pushed my head down so hard that his cock was so far down my throat that I was retching loudly as I felt his hot semen flooding my mouth and throat! So much warm semen that I had to gulp fast to get it all down. I was crouched completely naked on the floorboards between his big meaty thighs, unable to move. He was breathing hard, and he gradually relaxed his grip on the back of my skull, and I was able to draw back my head. As I did so his erect cock slid from my throat, all slick with cum and saliva, strings of it hanging from my lips and chin! He grabbed some Dunkin Donut napkins and wipe off his cock before handing them to me to clean off my face.
I hurriedly got dressed and he drove me back to where he had picked me up. He kept asking me if I liked it, was it good, that sort of thing. For me, my head was swirling with every though imaginable. As I walked the rest of the way home, I realized that - if I had had any doubts at all about my sexuality before, it had just been cleared up in the woods in the back seat of Luis" car. I was a homosexual. A fa ggot. When I got into the house I went to my room, stripped nude, and masturbated for hours, thinking about Luis' gorgeous naked body and rock-hard MUSCLES!
After that I began going out every weekend, hoping to see Luis again. I didn't but, I found that I was getting all the male attention I could want, getting picked up several times a night for sex. One night a cop stopped me and accused me of whoring. I denied it, but he gave me a lecture about what I was doing, talking about AIDS and other diseases. "You keep this shit up, he told me, you're gonna end up behind bars as a jailhouse woman." He took my small heart shaped chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising my head up. "Is that what you want? To be some man's woman? His bitch??"
That did not deter me in the slightest.In fact thinking about it made me even more horny! YES! I DID want to me some big strong man's girl! I loved luxuriating stark naked in a big strong man's muscley arms! Feeling soooo secure and safe! It was summer vacation, and it was hot, and I was on the trot! I had shaved the back and sides of my head, just leaving long pink hair on the front that hung down over my eyes. One night I was out late, and a guy had dropped me off in an industrial area, refusing to bring me back to where he had picked me up. I was wearing really short shorts, a tank top and because it was a chilly night I had an oversize plaid hoodie coat. I like it because when I wore it, it covered the shorts and all you could see were my legs! I knew that it was my sexy ladylike legs that attracted men. That's when I met Omar. He was walking toward me and as he got near, he said, "Wow, baby! You lookin sexy tonight!"
We talked for a while, and we went into a nearby alley. We were sitting on some boxes behind a dumpster, and he ran his hand over my legs. Mmmm mmmm MMM! He said. You shave them skinny laigs?
I shuddered as I felt his strong hands fondling my bare legs. I felt queasy in my tummy because I was a little scared but getting horny at the same time! I shook my head. "No, I said, I don't have to."
"For reals? he exclaimed continuing to feel up my silky legs. That all natural, huh? OoooWEE - aint a HAIR on those silky legs! "Take them panties off," he said. I stepped out of my raggy jeans butt shorts and felt his hands move to my bare buttocks. His fingers found my hard little penis and pinched down on it, saying, "Oh girl! That clitty is hard! I mean, serious - you feel like a WOMMAN!" He pulled out his big cock and said: "Feel of it, Keven, he said in a low voice. I put my fruity little hand around it - so HARD! So THICK! I took all my clothes off and knelt between his legs. I had been sucking cock for months by this time and I knew EXACTLY what I was doing! Omar had his pants down around his ankles as I knelt naked and kissed the head of his erect penis, lapping up salty beads of pre cum, before enveloping the head into my hungry cocksucking mouth. He groaned loudly as I sucked and tongued his cock.
"You like it, honey?" I asked, looking up at him innocently.
"OH yeah! I LOVE it girl! You got mad skills, baby! I bowed my head and continued blowing him until he jumped up, grabbed his cock by the base, pointed it at my face, and let it go - all over my cut BB face! I was flooded with it! It was all over my face, hanging from my nose and chin. "OooooWEEE!" Omar said, laughing and shining the light from his phone on my face! just LOOK at you! There was nothing to wipe my face with. Omar grabbed my tank top and wiped off his cock befroe handing it to me. I wiped my face off but the tank top was soaked with cold cum juice. So I just threw it on the ground.
"Turn around, Keven, Omar said, twirling his finger. I pirouetted around, like a model, giving him a full view of my nude body. "I bet you gonna look good when I put you up in some high heels!"
"What do you mean?" I asked, putting my clothes back on.
Means Ima put you up in high heels and we gonna make some money. You my girl now, Keven - cool? We gonna take care of each other from now on. I best not see you talkin to no other pimp neither"
I nodded meekly. There was something about Omar's demeanor that told me instinctively that he was NOT about to take NO for an answer!
After that night I was no longer free to make my own decisions. What I did, how I dressed, who I talked to - was all up to Omar. My mom worked nights and when I told her I was quitting school and moving out, she didn't really object. Omar rented a room in a house with a lot of other people, and I moved in with him. He was having me have sex with guys and when we got some money, he took me to buy some high heels and sexy skirts and dresses. I don't know why I allowed myself to be taken out of my mom's home - taken to live in a ghetto slum crack house inhabited by drug addicts and prostitutes but - part of me felt like I deserved it. I didn't come from a rich family - we were actually pretty poor, but Omar made me understand that just by virtue of my white skin I was privileged, and that I need to be brought down. I began to feel ashamed of my white race, and my only pride was belonging to this fine black man!
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