1. Confessions of a tgirl slut


    Date: 10/24/2017, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Trans, Author: NancyBerlin, Source: xHamster

    When the day started, I had no dates, no arrangements of any kind. But I was feeling horny. I needed cock. I'd gone over a week without sex and I am one cock hungry sissy slut. I'm getting on a bit but I know how to dress and do my makeup. I like to think I can embody a straight guy's fantasies and give him the sex his wife won't and dress in a way genetic women generally can't be bothered to do. So I never wear tights - always seamed stockings, generally with a Cuban heel. I'm also crazy about garter belts with multiple straps, the more, the better. Heels - no less than six inches. A corset - as tight as I can make it. Big tits - the best and most convincing I can afford. A wig of real hair. Hermes for perfume. Then I'm no mean actor. I move in a feminine way, I change and colour my voice. I like to present myself as classy and sophisticated and then perform like a whore. Twenty years ago I was a bloke in drag. I had the advantages of youth but no experience. These days I'm a sexy MILF with a little extra when the package is opened. So, gagging for sex on a free Saturday, I logged on to the usual sites. And right away, PING. My experience is that it's rare to set up a date for the future that ends in a meeting- even if the future meeting is only a few hours away. All guys are ruled by their cocks and a tgirl's best chance of getting laid is to play on a guy's immediate needs. Strike while the iron is hot. His libido is eating away at him, the wife's temporarily ... absent...it's generally now or never. But you take what you can get - he couldn't be free until the afternoon. Meanwhile I am touting for instant business but it's quiet and I am having no success. Saturdays generally are quiet. Straight guys tend to have f****y duties; they are shopping with the wife and k**s. So I accepted that beggars can't be choosers. There was little on his profile, no photo, not even of his cock. Guys tend to be very proud of their cock and somehow think a picture of it strutting its stuff and f***efully erect is all that's needed to turn on women and tgirls. We live in an age of romance... Now although I DO indeed love cock, what it looks like or what size it is doesn't bother me. It's what he does with it that matters. And that you can't know unless you meet. The upshot is that, with very little discussion, a meeting was set for that afternoon at 4pm, with me hoping for the best. At 3.30 pm he canceled. Damn. But five minutes later, in comes a message - 'Do you want to suck my thick cock off?' 'Sure. When?' 'Right now. That's all it'll be though.' 'Fine. Here's the directions...' 'I'll be there in ten. Just be slutty, ok?' I was already in my usual black lingerie, corset, stockings, and the rest in preparation for Mr Noshow. So I slipped into a classy little lacy black dress and the guy shows up and I let him in. He's ok. Late thirties. A little overweight but masculine. I make a bit of small talk as we move to the bedroom. He interrupts me to say - 'Don't you ...
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