Having recently been left quite a large sum of money by
my late aunt in her will, I decided to buy my own
house, and start my own business as a handyman.
Because I was bored with my present location in the
north of England, I moved down to the midlands and
bought a very nice isolated cottage about 20 miles
south of Birmingham on the outskirts of a small town,
and after a few weeks of settling into my new home, I
put adverts in several of the more rural papers, in an
attempt to capture some trade from the many villages
around me.
It turned out to be a lucrative trade – the ‘big boys’
from Birmingham not wishing to travel the 40 mile round
trip, just to mend a roof-tile or suchlike petty job.
So for the next 3 months I was worked off my feet –
eager to get a good name in the locality and to become
well established there. Working as hard as I was left
me knackered every night, and I was too tired to even
think about going out of and evening and doing my
favourite thing as far as sex was concerned.
Another reason why I decided to move near to a big
city, was that I’d be much more able to pursue my
intense sexual leaning of cross-dressing. For as long
as I could remember, I’d been bisexual, and had a
particular love of wearing women’s sexy clothes –
especially their sexy undies! And it was an obvious and
natural move for me to satisfy both of my likings, by
wearing women’s sexy clothes and undies whenever I went
out of an evening to find other bi guys for sex!
I’d actually amassed a vast collection of sexy undies,
mini-skirts, tops, dresses, wigs, nylons, jewellery and
makeup over the years, and the smallest bedroom of my
cottage now housed everything ‘feminine’ of mine, so’s
it could be kept safe and secret from my everyday life
as a hetro, guy.
When I was dressed up and wearing my sexy ‘stuff’ with
some makeup and a suitable wig, I could reasonably pass
as a woman with no trouble – but I didn’t yet feel
completely at ease, and therefore hadn’t ‘come out of
the closet’ to everyone – just to the guys I happened
to meet for some ‘one-off’ sex.
Whether it was because of the clothes and undies, or
whether the girlie feelings were already inside me, I
really didn’t know – but I did feel totally feminine
when dressed up, and whilst wearing both makeup and a
wig, and I played the feminine part to the hilt in oral
and anal sex with my partner(s) of an evening!
I suppose that me being slightly built and having a
soft complexion might have made it easier for me to act
out my role as a female, and it really didn’t bother me
that at 26 years old, I felt totally at home with a
partner of either sex.
So for the first three months or so, I put my pleasures
to one side and did every job I could to get my name
known. And it was only after that amount of time, that
I started to space the jobs out a bit in order to give
me something like a social life again.
I remember the first time I got myself dressed up as my
alter-self, and went out one evening to meet some guys
at a place I’d found out about on the internet. I stood
in front of the mirror and thought, “Suzy, you still
look great! Now get yourself out and do what you do
best – give the guys you meet, a great time!”
Actually, my real name is Dave, but once I get into my
feminine mode and put on those sexy undies, I
immediately transform into Suzy, a horny cum-slut
that’ll take as much cock and cum at both ends, that
any guy or gang of guys will give me!
And it was on one of those evenings that I’d planned to
go out as Suzy, that the phone rang. It was from a
woman in Chanceford Green – a beautiful and idyllic
hamlet of about 40 houses that was only about 5 miles
or so from me.
I’d already done lots of jobs there, so I guess one of
her satisfied neighbours had given her my name and
number. Her name was Paula Cross and apparently she
wanted some interior painting doing, and wanted to know
if I could pop round that evening, to go over the job
with her? I nearly said that I couldn’t and that I’d be
round first thing the day after, but I thought better
of it and told her I’d be round just after 8pm. That
would give me time for a bath and also to put some sexy
undies on underneath my everyday clothes so’s I’d be
partly dressed for my well earned night out! I could
put my outer ‘Suzy’ clothes in the car – along with a
wig, makeup and some jewellery, then I could stop
somewhere quiet and finish getting ready for a good
evening’s sucking and fucking – hopefully!
Having taken my bath, I opened the bathroom cabinet and
fished out a dildo and tube of KY gel – then performing
the all important job of both opening myself up, and
lubricating my ass – ready for any size of cock that
was shoved in there!
With my ass nicely dilated and lubricated to accept a
cock without discomfort, I made my way into the
smallest bedroom to choose which set of undies I should
wear.
I eventually opted for a simple lacy black ½ cup bra
and matching suspender-belt to go with my lace-top
nylons and proceeded to put them on.
The erotic feeling I got as I slid my nylons up my legs
and hitched them to the dangling four black suspender-
clasps, was ecstatic to say the least! And as I stood
there in front of the full-length mirror and saw my
semi-hard suspender-framed cock between my legs, I felt
a beautiful tickling feeling running through my guts!
I carefully packed the rest of my stuff in a carrier
bag and went into my bedroom to get dressed – my nylons
sensuously swishing together as I walked into the room!
Quickly getting dressed and temporarily hiding my sexy
undies from view, I combed my hair and went downstairs,
ready to go and meet Mrs Cross.
The light was fading as I drew up outside her cottage –
the actual building being almost hidden by the hedge
and garden. At first it didn’t look anything special,
but once you entered the gate and looked down the
heavily flowered path, it really looked nice – a
warming glow from the windows creeping across the well-
stocked garden.
I knocked on the door and it was opened by a woman in a
black dress that seemed to have been sprayed onto her
body, accentuating every curve of her body!
“Mrs Cross? Dave Fletcher!” I smiled, “You wanted me to
do some work for you?”
“Oh yes!” she beamed, “Please, come on in!”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her swaying hips and
rounded ass as I followed her into the lounge – a
sumptuous room with beams on the ceiling and welcoming
fire in the massive inglenook fireplace.
She was about 32, slightly older than me, with tits
that were firm and not too big, and brunette hair that
was cut in a ‘pageboy style’ so’s it was almost
shoulder-length and curled in to follow the curvature
of her face.
After inviting me to sit down, we talked about what she
wanted doing and conversed generally about this and
that – she telling me to call her Paula before inviting
me to go upstairs to size up the jobs she had in mind.
“Mrs Williams recommended you to me!” she smiled, “You
did some gardening for her a few weeks ago?”
“Oh yes, I remember!” I smiled back, “Anne, I think her
name was? Nice girl!”
“Mmmm, that’s her. She said you did a good job cheaply,
and that I should get in touch with you to paint this
lot!” she replied.
She then showed me the painting that needed doing in
all of the three bedrooms – the smallest one being
Paula’s office that she used to work from home. After
that, we went back downstairs to discuss what colours
she wanted for each room.
“I’ll just put us some coffee on while you sort out the
colour charts for me!” she said as she disappeared into
the kitchen, “Won’t be a minute!”
“I’ll drink it as we discuss the paint-scheme, if
that’s alright with you, Paula?” I called back to her,
“I’m going out for a pint this evening!”
A few moments later she appeared with our coffees –
placing mine on the carpet beside me, as she perched
herself on the arm off the settee.
We then sorted out which colours she wanted in each
room and I busied myself with totting up how much I’d
charge her for the work.
Finally giving her a price and a date when I could
start the work for her, I gulped down what was left of
my coffee and placed the mug back on the carpet as I
leant forward and gathered my colour-charts and papers
together.
“That’ll do nicely, Dave!” she smiled at me, “Well, I
mustn’t keep you any longer!
I can see you’ve to finish getting yourself ready
before you go out!”
“Ready? I’m only going for a pint!” I replied as I bent
forward again to pick up a dropped colour-chart – being
that I was dressed in a white cotton shirt and a pair
of black slacks, surely enough to go out for a casual
pint?
“Oh, I thought you’d want to be wearing more than…
this!” she replied.
My stomach churned as I felt her draw her finger across
the back fastening of my bra!
I quickly sat up but kept looking at the papers in my
hand as I felt my face redden!
“And not forgetting… these!” she added quietly, as
she leant forward and drew her finger over the two
little bumps in my slacks that my suspender-clasps
made, halfway down my thighs!
“Surely you’ll be wearing more than just… these?” she
then asked.
“I… errrmmm, I…” I stuttered into the papers.
“You should never wear a black bra under a white shirt,
unless you want it to be seen, Dave!” she slowly
continued, “It was the first thing I saw when you came
in! And then I saw the two little bumps in your slacks
made by your suspender-clasps when you sat down – not
to mention your nylons that are plainly visible round
your ankles!”
“Ooops!” was all I could say, as I finally gained
enough courage to turn and face her, “Whatever must you
think of me?”
“I think… that you should go out to your car and get
the rest of your stuff!” she smiled, “You’re not going
to go out like that – no makeup and wearing those
clothes?
Go on! You can use my bedroom to get yourself ready!”
“But I…!” I tried to say, then realised that the game
was up, and she knew exactly what sort of evening I
intended having.
“It’s okay!” she smiled, “Go on… Go and get the rest
of your stuff! Besides, I might be able to help you
with your makeup!”
I smiled nervously and then took a breath – finally
accepting that she knew what was what, and wasn’t going
to criticize or condemn me for the way I was dressed.
“Thanks for being so understanding, Paula!” I smiled as
I got up, “Thanks!”
A few minutes later I was following her upstairs and
into her bedroom, having been out to the car to get the
rest of my stuff.
“Whatever were you thinking of, you silly girl?” she
said as she moved the stool for me to sit at her
dressing-table, “How did you intend to put on your
makeup? Now get out of those clothes and we’ll get you
sorted!”
It took a second or two for me to realise she’d just
called me a girl! And I was so dumbstruck, I took off
my shirt and pants in a daze, to stand there in front
of a woman I’d only known for half an hour – whilst I
was wearing only my lace-top nylons, lacy black bra,
and matching suspender-belt!
“Mmmm! Nice choice of undies!” she smiled, “Now, let’s
get you some makeup on!”
For the next fifteen minutes, Paula busied herself
around me as she expertly made me up and helped me
dress.
“Okay, all that’s left is to sort out your wig!” she
said, after sliding my ‘falsies’ into the cups of my
bra and reaching into my bag to take it out, “I see
you’re like me and that you don’t bother wearing any
panties!”
“Yeah! Actually, they just get in the way!” I heard
myself saying, “So I don’t bother!”
“My sentiments exactly!” she replied, “And I saw you
had some KY in your bag – so somebody’s gonna hopefully
be a lucky girl tonight – ermmm, I assume it is for
you?”
“Yeah… it’s for me!” I replied quietly.
I couldn’t believe how the night had turned out! This
woman now knew all of my most intimate secrets – and
I’d only known her for an hour!
“Right, stand up and turn round!” she commanded, “Let’s
see if you’re decent!”
I did as she said – acutely aware of my cock dangling
between my nylon-clad thighs.
“Although I suspect being decent is the last thing on
your mind tonight!” she giggled, “Okay, now let’s
finish dressing you!”
Finally, I stood there in my wig, blue satin blouse,
black mini-skirt, and 2 inch heels.
“Hmmm! You’ll do!” she smiled, then paused before
adding, “I’d… I’d like you to call in on your way
back… for a nightcap… and to tell me how you went
on!”
“Mmmm, I will!” I grinned, suddenly feeling very
relaxed about the whole thing!
She then surprised me by leaning forward and giving me
a quick kiss on the cheek!
“Go on, you bugger! Go and give them hell!” she smiled,
as she stood in front of me and held both of my hands,
“And don’t come back pregnant!”
She then slapped my ass as I passed her, and followed
me downstairs.
“I can’t believe what’s just happened!” I said to
myself as I drove off to the car park I now used, “God
knows what she has in store for me when I go back!”
A short while later I was pulling up on the car park of
the remote picnic site I’d found out about. It was a
great place to meet other guys because it was in the
middle of nowhere and heavily surrounded by trees. The
trees afforded a great deal of shade, which meant it
was possible to be with a guy round the back of your
car without anyone seeing you, and it’s remote location
also meant that it was off the Metro police beats, and
only very rarely visited by the local bobby when the
sun was shining.
As my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I could see
there were about six cars parked up – all in total
darkness.
Deciding to advertise my availability for sex, I got
out of the car, walked round to the front so’s I could
be seen by everyone, and lit up a ciggy as I sat back
on the car.
To give everyone a chance to see that I was in fact a
trannie, I hitched up the front of my miniskirt and
casually took hold of my semi-hard 7 inch suspender-
framed cock before slowly sliding my fist up and down
my shaft a few times!
Satisfied everyone now knew, I allowed my skirt to fall
back into place and walked back to the open door before
sitting down inside. I then laid back and idly wanked
myself as my skirt slid back up my nylon-clad thighs,
totally exposing everything.
I suddenly saw someone moving a minute later, but they
went to another car and reached inside that one – no
doubt giving the driver a wank! But I needn’t have
worried, because my ploy paid off a few minutes later
when I heard someone slowly walking down beside my car!
“Hi!” he said quietly, “I couldn’t help noticing you
out there just then, and wondered what you liked
doing?”
“Well, I like to suck guys off and swallow their cum
for them!” I began, “And I love to be fucked ‘bareback’
so’s the guy shoots his cum deep inside me!”
“Would you let me fuck you ‘bareback’ then?” he
enquired, “After sucking me?”
“Mmmm, I’d love to!” I smiled, “Round the back of the
car alright?”
“Yeah, that’d be fine!” he replied.
I made a point of slamming my door when I got out – a
trick I’d used before to bring to the attention of the
other drivers that we were going round the back of the
car, and that there might be something of interest for
them, if they decided to come and join us? I was
soundly fucked by five guys in a row one evening, after
playing that trick!
As soon as we reached the rear of my car and the guy
stood in front of me with his already erect cock out, I
hitched up my skirt, squatted down, and splayed my
knees wide apart – my suspender-framed erect cock and
stocking-tops totally exposed as I leant forward and
sucked the guy’s cock into my mouth!
“Oooo, that feels so good!” he hissed, “I haven’t
fucked the wife for quite a while, so I might have a
heavy load of cum for you!”
“That’s fine by me!” I replied as I pulled off his
rigid cock and openly wanked my own, “You can give me
what she should have got, instead!”
I slid my lips around his knob-end once more and then
took his entire length into my mouth – making him groan
with delight as I started to bob my head back and
forth!
“Fucking hell, that feels nice!” he gasped, “You suck
it much better than the wife!”
I moaned my appreciation on his cock, and continued to
let him face-fuck me!
Just as I got into my rhythm, I saw two more guys
approaching and then standing beside us – both with
their cocks out and wanking them as they watched us!
My trick with the door had worked after all!
“I think I’d better fuck you now!” the guy whispered
hoarsely to me after a few minutes, “I’m getting near
to coming!”
I slowly pulled back – trailing my lips all the way
down his rigid cock before standing up and turning
round to lean over on the back of the car with my legs
spread wide!
I then felt him lifting up the back of my skirt and
nudging his knob-end up against my ass, before he
slowly pushed forward and stretched my sphincter muscle
as he eased himself inside me!
As soon as his knob-end had gotten past the tight
restriction, he grabbed my hips and slid all the way
into my ass before starting to fuck me!
“Oh yeah!” I breathed as he slid in and out of me and
got up speed, “That feels fucking wonderful! Fuck me!
Fuck your hard cock into me and spurt your thick and
creamy cum deep inside me!” I told him that for two
reasons – one, to urge him on, and secondly, to let the
other guys know that they didn’t have to use a condom
either, when it was their turn to fuck me! It must’ve
worked, because one of them reached between my legs and
started to squeeze and caress my swinging cock and
balls!
“Still okay to come inside you?” he gasped
breathlessly.
“Oooo, yessssss please!” I hissed back at him, “I want
to feel your cock jerking and throbbing as you’re
spurting your cum deep inside my ass!”
I didn’t have to wait long! A few seconds later I felt
his shaft really stiffen, and his knob-end swell much
larger – a sure sign that his orgasm was imminent!
“OH, NOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!” he croaked as his orgasm hit
him!
He stopped fucking into me, and instead, started
stabbing his pulsating cock into my willing ass in time
with each powerful spurt of his thick cum!
“Yeah! Fuck me!” I gasped, “Spurt it all deep inside
me!”
A few seconds later it was all over, and he laid over
my back with his rapidly shrinking cock now feebly
spurting the last few remnants of his sticky and heavy
load deep inside my suctioning ass!
When he finally slipped out, I spun round, squatted
down in front of him, and sucked his now spent cock
into my mouth – cleaning the cum from it and sucking
him clean!
“Can’t have you going home with a cum-smeared cock, now
can we?” I smiled up at him, “We don’t want the wife
asking awkward questions, do we?”
“No! You’re right!” he grinned, “Hey, I’d just like to
say thanks! In ten years of marriage, that was better
than any fuck I’ve had off the wife! Thanks again!”
“You’re welcome!” I smiled, “I really enjoyed it as
well!”
“Hmmm! It looks like I’m in for a great fuck as well,
then!” one of the other guys said as the first guy left
us, “Okay to go bareback?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way!” I smiled, “And your
fuck will be as good as you can make it!”
I turned back to the car and assumed the position for
him.
This guy’s cock was considerably bigger than the last
one, and it felt like I was being fucked for the first
time this evening, as he held onto my hips and slid his
entire length deep inside me!
“Oh yeah!” I gasped as he slid in and out of me, “Now
that’s what I call a cock!”
“Mmmm, thought you’d like it!” he remarked proudly,
“Not too big for you?”
“No way!” I gasped back at him, “I’ll take everything
you can give me!”
He then started to slam his massive cock into my ass –
his thighs slapping against my buttocks each time he
thrust forward!
“Well that guy was right about you being a good fuck!”
he gasped as he thrust into me and rocked me back and
forth, “You’re as good as any woman I’ve had – for
sure!”
“And your cock’s as good as I’ve had!” I gasped back at
him.
Actually, I’d had much bigger and thicker cocks rammed
into me in my time, but I wasn’t going to tell him
that!
As he got into his stride and slammed into me, I
dropped my body down lower and spread my legs wider
apart, so’s he could really let go if he wanted to!
“Fucking hell! The best has just gotten better!” he
gasped breathlessly as he rocked me back and forth on
the boot-lid, “Your ass is incredible! What a great
fuck!”
“It’s because you massive cock’s stretching it open so
much!” I lied, “That’s why it feels so fucking tight!”
Twenty seconds later he too was gasping and grunting in
time with each spurt of cum he jetted into me!
I must admit he was a good fuck though – and told him
as much as he laid on my back and gasped for breath a
few moments later!
“Jesus!” he gasped, “That was fucking fantastic! Thanks
mate!”
“You’re more than welcome!” I replied as he slowly slid
out of me, “Now if you’ll just oblige me…”
Once more I squatted down and sucked a cum-smeared cock
clean of cum – kissing his knob-end for him as I stood
up.
“That was fucking incredible!” he grinned in the
darkness, “I hope to see you up here again – and
sometime soon! Thanks again!”
With that he turned and left me and the last guy
standing there.
“Well they both seemed to like fucking you!” he
grinned, “I hope it’s going to be as good for me!”
“Hey, it’s you that’ll make it good!” I told him, “You
just fuck me how you want to fuck me – not like them –
you!”
To be perfectly honest, the guy was a very good fuck,
and I could feel every bit of his cock sliding back and
forth inside me, so I urged him on and told him how
good it felt to have a guy fucking me that had some
technique, as well as some cum.
When he’d finished, I cleaned him off as well and he
thanked me for such a great fuck! I immediately replied
that it’d only been a great fuck because of him.
He went away happy and with his balls empty – and
that’s all that matters.
Because I’d an assful of cum from the three fucks I’d
just had, I squatted down behind the car and dumped
what of it I could – my ass spluttering loudly as the
viscous cum formed a spreading pool between my feet! I
then wiped myself down with a tissue and sat back in
the car, had another couple of ciggies and waited for
half an hour with no more results. So I decided not to
leave it too late, and to drive back to Paula’s.
About 20 minutes later I was ringing her doorbell. The
door opened and Paula smiled sweetly at me as she
invited me into the lounge and poured me a drink.
She looked very fetching in her ivory satin robe, as
she sat alongside me on the settee, with only the soft
and cosy light from a standard lamp illuminating the
room.
“Right Dave… or do you call yourself by another name
when you’re dressed like this?” she began, “Tell me…
what sort of evening have you had?”
“Well… I usually call myself ‘Suzy’ when I’m dressed
like this – it goes better than calling myself ‘Dave’
when I’m with another guy!” I explained.
“Then that’s what I’ll call you! Calling you ‘Suzy’
sounds a lot better than ‘Dave’ when I’m looking at you
in your sexy outfit, anyway!” she replied, “So, go on,
tell me all about your night! I’ve been wondering what
you’ve been up to, all evening!”
“I’m not really sure whether I should tell you, Paula!”
I explained as I looked into my glass for some courage,
“I mean, it’s a delicate subject, and I’d have to go
into some pretty graphic descriptions to explain things
properly to you – and the last thing I’d want to do is
to upset or shock you in any way!”
“You wouldn’t upset or shock me Suzy, I’m a woman of
the world and I’ve seen and done lots of risqué things
myself! Jesus, only tonight I saw this guy I’ve only
just met, almost naked in my bedroom, before he finally
got dressed… as a woman – makeup, wig, false tits,
the lot! Look, I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Suzy!” she
smiled as she leant across and laid her hand on my arm,
“You tell me some of your secrets about what happened
tonight, and I’ll tell you some secrets about myself –
deal?”
“Well… okay, it’s a deal!” I grinned nervously, “But
I must warn you, I’ll have to use some pretty strong
language, Paula!”
“Hmmm, so will I, Suzy! So will I!” she grinned at me.
Paula then refilled our glasses as I collected my
thoughts and decided what to tell her and also how? I
decided to tell her exactly as it happened and not to
hold back.
Once I got going, it wasn’t so bad – in fact I
completely forgot my nervousness after telling her one
or two things that’d happened behind the car with the
three guys, with no adverse reactions from her at all –
and I didn’t hold back with the strong language.
“What did it feel like when this second guy fucked you,
Suzy?” she asked me as I began to tell her about my
second fuck of the evening, “Was it much different to
the first guy? Could you feel him coming inside you as
much as with the first guy?”
“His cock stretched my ass-walls a lot more than the
first guy’s cock did! And he went into my ass a lot
deeper” I explained, “But that isn’t surprising – every
cock feels different to another one! I must admit that
I didn’t feel his cum spurting into me like I did with
the first guy – perhaps it was because the first one
hadn’t had sex for a while, and therefore there was
more of it, and it was much thicker?”
As Paula leant forward to pour some more drink into our
glasses, I noticed that her robe had fallen open
slightly, and that she was not only wearing a lacy
black bra underneath, like me, she was also wearing
nylons!
She gave me my glass and I continued my tale by telling
her that I’d omitted to tell her what I’d done right at
the start! As I told her in detail how I’d hitched up
my skirt and totally exposed my stocking-tops,
suspenders and suspender-framed erect cock to the other
drivers, I noticed that her fingers had crept under the
flap of her robe and were now moving ever so slightly –
she was fingering herself as she listened to me.
“Does anyone else know about you dressing and being
Suzy?” she asked.
“Only the guys I meet on any particular night!” I
replied, “And they don’t know anything about me or
where I come from.”
“You said earlier that you like to suck guys off – but
you didn’t do that tonight?” she enquired further, “Do
you swallow their cum?”
“Oh yes!” I replied, “That’s the best part – especially
if you’ve got someone fucking you at the same time!”
“You mean spit-roasting!” she grinned, “So you’ve tried
that as well?”
“Not so much ‘tried’ – the guys I was with at the time
decided they both wanted to fuck me at the same time,
and that’s how they did it, with one at each end!” I
replied.
“What’s the most guys you’ve had at any one time?” she
asked.
“Hmmm…? Well before I moved down here, I used to use
a car park that had some woods alongside it. Guys
sometimes wanted a bit of privacy when they were with
me, so we went a few yards into the woods! On one of
these occasions, the guys in the rest of the cars
must’ve seen where we went, and as I squatted down to
suck this guy off, a few more had gathered round to
watch us!” I explained, “I think that attracted a few
more, and before I knew it, they all took turns with
me!”
I then realised that I could feel my cock rapidly
stiffening with recalling these past events, and that
Paula was taking lingering looks at the lump that was
plainly growing under the front of my mini-skirt! She
was now looking decidedly flustered, and not only were
her fingers now delving even deeper between her thighs,
her robe had slipped open slightly to partly expose the
fullness and firmness of her right tit, as it sat in
her lacy black ½ cup bra.
“They… they took turns with you? Doing what, and how
many were there?” she asked in a strained voice.
“Well, from memory, some took turns at fucking me and
some wanting me to suck them off – both on their own,
and when someone else was fucking me!” I explained,
“And I guess there were about eight on that occasion?”
“And you satisfied them all?” she queried.
“Well they said I did!” I laughed, “I know I was
absolutely dripping with their cum when they’d all
finished fucking me!”
“And what about sex with women? Have you ever fucked a
woman when dressed as Suzy?” she asked hesitantly.
I saw her quickly look down at my skirt and then back
up – me suddenly aware that because of the way my cock
was throbbing, and because of the ultra shortness of my
miniskirt, my knob-end must now be exposed to Paula.
“Hmmm, a few – yes!” I admitted, me then coughing with
nerves as she sneaked another quick look, “Sometimes
there’d be a couple at the car park or in the woods. So
it was only natural that I’d fuck the woman after being
fucked by the guy.
On those occasions, I always went down on the woman
afterwards and sucked her cunt out – sometimes as her
husband fucked me after he’d just finished watching me
giving his wife a good fucking!”
“But that’d mean you were sucking your own cum out of
her… cunt!” Paula gasped.
“Mmmm, that’s right, Paula!” I smiled as I suddenly
realised just how turned on she was, with fingering
herself whilst listening to my past exploits and also
seeing how much it’d excited me with relating them.
I waited a few seconds before continuing in a low
voice… “Would… would you like me to… do that…
to you?”
She didn’t answer… So I looked her in the eyes, and
then slowly reached forward to take hold of her hand,
before slowly and deliberately lifting it up to my
mouth.
Still looking her in the eyes, I slowly sucked each of
her fingers clean – the musky scent of her cunt-juices
filling my nostrils.
“Mmmm, they taste… nice!” I whispered.
A moment later I felt her other hand sliding under my
skirt, and her fingers wrapping round my rigid cock.
“And this feels… nice!” she whispered back to me.
With one leg still bent and resting on the settee, I
slowly raised myself upright and leant across to slowly
pull Paula’s robe completely open – her hand still
holding onto my throbbing cock! The sight that was
revealed to me was absolutely breathtaking!
All she was wearing under her robe, was the same as me
– a black lacy ½ cup bra and matching suspender-belt
and nylons.
True to her word, she wasn’t wearing panties, so I
could plainly see the thick dark thatch of her pubic
hair and red crinkly line of her outer cunt-lips – all
perfectly framed by her lacy suspender-belt. As she
slowly pulled her cum-soaked fingers from my mouth, she
eased herself forward and dipped her head – pushing up
the front of my skirt before sucking my knob-end into
her hot mouth. I then laid back on the seat of the
settee and let her slide my cock and rigid shaft in and
out of her clasping mouth as she knelt on all fours
over me, and alternately caressed my nylon-clad thighs
and dangling balls – gently squeezing them and moaning
softly on my throbbing cock.
Without saying a word, she lifted my legs up and bent
my knees so’s my feet rested on the settee either side
of her, then pushed them wide open.
“Mmmm. I can smell the cum that the guys spurted into
you when they fucked you and came inside you earlier
tonight.” she whispered as she pulled off my slick cock
and licked up and down my balls, “It smells of sex.
Pure… animal… sex!”
She then totally took me be surprise when she took hold
of my cock, dipped her head, and clamped her mouth over
my puckered ass – pushing her tongue as deeply as she
could inside me and then slurping on the guys’ cum as
it began to ooze out of me.
“Oh yeah!” I heard her breath as she stopped to take a
breath, “I love drinking cum!”
She stayed like that for over five minutes – slurping
on the escaping cum – before finally pulling away and
climbing up to position her hairy gash over my rigid
cock.
Slightly lowering herself down, she took hold of my
cock and manoeuvred it so’s my knob-end was barely
parting her crinkly cunt-lips. Then, as she looked me
straight in the eyes, she lowered herself all the way
down with one swift movement – impaling herself on my
cock.
“Oh yessssss, Suzy!” she hissed through clenched teeth,
“That’s where it belongs!”
She ten began to aggressively rotate and hump her hips
so’s our pubes ground together and my knob-end flicked
and brushed hard against her rubbery cervix!
Her cunt was flooding with her cunt-juices as I rolled
us over and pulled her sideways so’s I slid out of her
as her legs draped over the front of the cushions and
drew her ass towards me, only stopping when her cunt as
level with the front edge.
I then dived forward and eagerly clamped my mouth over
her gaping cunt and wet thatch – sucking noisily on the
cunt-juices that were flowing from her.
“Oh my God – yesssssssssssss!” she hissed as I probed
her cunt with my tongue and sucked up her cunt-juices,
“Suck my cunt dry you horny bastard!”
I did the best I could for the next ten minutes – me
stripping myself down to my undies as she writhed about
on the settee. Then I dragged her down onto the floor
and sank my entire length into her drooling cunt,
making her gasp out loud before she clamped her legs
tightly round my waist.
“Fuck meeeeeeeeee!” she pleaded as I sucked on her
erect nipples and massaged her firm tits, “For fuck’s
sake shag the ass off me, and fill me with your cum,
Suzy!”
For the next five minutes that’s exactly what I did –
our pubes smashing into each other’s as I slammed my
rigid cock into her drooling cunt, with Paula writhing
around underneath me like a woman possessed and my
spongy knob-end continuously flicking up against her
cervix. Then I felt my cum rising and told her I was
about to come, and Paula clawed at my back with her
nails, repeatedly begging me to fuck her harder as she
humped her hips against my rigid cock. She must’ve
actually felt my cum spurting into her, for as soon as
I started to come, she put her feet on the carpet and
thrust her lower body upwards – pushing her sopping
cunt hard against my jerking cock as it spewed out my
thick and creamy cum and her orgasm hit her.
She gripped me tightly for a good thirty seconds or so
as she rode her orgasm to it’s end, then she slowly
relaxed and laid underneath me, with my cock gently
soaking deep inside her cum-filled cunt.
Still not finished with my fuck, I rolled us over and
told her to slide her finger over her cunt as she
pulled off me and then to slide up my body and squat
over me so’s her cunt was directly over my face. She
did as I’d told her, and upon my command, she removed
her fingers and started to squeeze my cum out of her
cunt.
I looked up at her suspender-framed face as she looked
back at me – my bubbly cum now spluttering and
slithering from between her inflamed cunt-lips before
it dropped with a splat into my open mouth.
“Jesus Christ!” she whispered, “You’re drinking your
own cum from my cunt!”
I didn’t answer her, but kept on lapping up whatever
cum and cunt-juices I could get.
She finally rolled over to one side and fell back
against the front of the settee to rest in a most
unladylike pose with her knees bent and splayed, so’s
her erect clitty and hairy cunt were totally exposed
with her cunt-lips gaping wide open – a trickle of my
cum slowly oozing from between them and starting to
form a milky pool on her carpet.
“Wow!” she gasped, and then grinned at me, “That was
some fuck, Suzy!”
“Wow, yourself, Paula!” I replied breathlessly, “At one
stage I actually thought you were trying to drag me
inside you.”
“Mmmm, I know.” she grinned, “I’m sure glad you decided
to come back. My cunt was itching for you as you left,
so I would’ve been in a right old state if you hadn’t.”
“Mmmm, I’m glad I did as well, Paula.” I replied
truthfully, then added, “I hope that we can do this
again?”
“Christ… you bet.” she grinned, “And there’s a chance
I might have a few surprises for you if you do. I’m not
promising, but we’ll see. Anyway, it was your fault for
telling me what you’d been up to earlier this evening.”
“No way!” I protested, “You asked me to – and you said
you’d tell me some of your secrets. So get us another
drink and we’ll settle back to hear what naughty little
things you have to confess.” She replenished our drinks
on very unsteady legs, before settling down beside me
again.
“Christ, where do I start?” she mused for a few
seconds, “Well. You might’ve already guessed that like
you, I’m bi? And that’s most likely why seeing you in
your sexy undies tonight, gave me such a tremendous
buzz. Now being bi in such a small hamlet as this,
could easily make me an outcast if some of the people
found out.
So, I’ve got to be careful. Now imagine how careful I’d
have to be if other bi women came round here, so’s we
could have some sexy girlie fun together. That would be
bad enough, and would get the tongues wagging. But
because of the sort of people we have living here –
upstanding people of the church and community, not to
mention the Chief Constable and his wife. Imagine
what’d happen if they found out about me?
Christ, they’d want to burn me at the stake. There is a
gay guy in the village – and it seems that it’s okay to
be a gay man, but not a gay or bi woman.
I could tell you now something else about some of the
people here, but I’ll not for the moment, as I’d have
to get their permission first – don’t ask why.
You probably noticed that I started getting really
excited when you told me about lifting the front of
your skirt and exposing your undies and cock to the
other drivers? Well that’s because I’m also like you,
I’m a blatant and brazen, exhibitionist.
So-much-so, the ex-Mr Cross couldn’t tolerate my
flashing, and finally left me.”
“I suspect there’s a lot more that you’re not telling
me, Paula!” I smiled, “But I can wait until you can!
Now, tell me about some of the flashing experiences
you’ve had!”
“Hell, where do I begin – there’ve been that many!” she
grinned.
She stopped and thought for a few moments before
resuming her tale…
“Hmmm…! Well, as you know, I don’t wear panties, and
because I’m a woman and normally wear skirts or a
dress, it’s far easier for me to ‘accidentally’ flash
to someone when I’m out and feeling especially horny!
I’d frequently let my knees fall open and flash at
women and guys when out for a meal with hubby – usually
with him having no idea I was having so much fun and
literally creaming myself as I flashed my cunt to a guy
sitting opposite us!
It gave me such a buzz, knowing that the guy was
getting a prolonged and clear look at my exposed hairy
cunt and skimpy undies with my unsuspecting husband
sitting right beside me! I also used to wear a loose
white cotton blouse with the top buttons undone and go
bra-less, so’s the waiter got an uninterrupted view of
my naked boobs as he poured my wine or dished out my
meal!
Hubby never cottoned-on that the waiter was always
refilling my glass every time I took one or two sips
from it – even when it didn’t need filling! And when I
was on my own in the car, I’d hitch my skirt right up,
and drive with my hairy cunt totally exposed to anyone
looking in through the windows! Sunbathing on the park
was another good venue for doing a bit of flashing! I’d
make sure I was wearing something short and skimpy
before lying down in front of a group of guys or
sometimes one with his wife or girlfriend.
Then, I’d either lie on my back and pretend to read a
book – all the time secretly watching the reactions of
my victim, or on my stomach so’s anyone behind me could
see my semi-exposed cunt beneath my short skirt! But I
think when I went shopping that I enjoyed myself most,
and that’s where I did some serious flashing!
It was the easiest thing in the world to leave the
changing-room curtain partly open as you tried on a
dress in a clothing store! Some actually had changing
rooms, but most only had an area curtained off for you
to get changed in – and that’s where you could see guys
looking in at you through the long mirror! Dropping a
dress or something on the floor was a good ploy,
because it meant you had to bend right over to pick it
up!
If it was a blouse, the guy got an excellent view of
your tits as you bent over and struggled for several
seconds to pick it up the right way up! And if it was a
skirt or a dress – they got a really good view of your
suspender-framed hairy gash as you struggled to pick
that up as well! I remember once that a guy was
blatantly watching me through the gap in the curtains
at one particular store, when I stood facing him
totally naked for over a minute.
I pretended to struggle at unbuttoning a dress I was
going to try on – the horny sod sliding his hand into
his pocket and actually wanking his stiffening cock as
he watched me! Squatting down at the racks in the shop
to retrieve an item of clothing you’d ‘accidentally’
dropped, was another good ploy!
I used to make sure there was a guy in front of me, and
then I’d drop an item and squat down with my knees wide
apart to retrieve it – staying like that for some time
and totally exposing my hairy cunt to him as I
‘examined’ the label or something!
Which leads me onto my favourite place to flash – the
supermarket! God, it’s a wonder I don’t get locked up,
with what I still get up to when I go in there!
With me wearing skirts and not panties, it’s the
easiest thing in the world for me to ‘accidentally’
expose my hairy cunt to a more than willing audience,
that isn’t going to blow the whistle on you for you
giving them a real good look up your skirt!
You’d be surprised just how many men suddenly become
interested in hairsprays or anti-perspirants when I
squat down to examine something on the bottom shelves!
The trick is to squat down slightly sideways! Facing
the shelves doesn’t let anyone see anything, so I
always make sure there’s a guy walking down that aisle
before I squat down and spread my knees, as I become
‘totally engrossed’ in whatever it says on a nearby can
of something! Once they’ve seen you, you usually find
they follow you around the store – keeping a safe
distance and sometimes passing you, only to ‘lay in
wait’ a little further along the aisle! They actually
think that with you coming up near them, they couldn’t
be accused of stalking you!
But all you do, is to squat down once more with your
basket behind you, to give you some cover, and take
hold of two cans of whatever. Then you look as though
you’re mentally trying to decide which product to buy –
all the time keeping your knees as wide apart as
possible! You can stay like this for a minute or two –
all the time with your hairy cunt totally exposed, and
on view to anyone you want! And the longer you stay
squatting down, the better it gets! Because you have
your knees splayed as wide as you can get them, your
cunt-lips eventually pull apart – giving the guy an
even better view of your hairy cunt than he got before!
You’d be surprised how you can look up at the guy
without him seeing you – mainly because his eyes are
fixed on something other than your eyes! And I’ve seen
many a guy trailing me down an aisle, with a massively
growing bulge in his pants!
And when I’m ‘on’ I feel really horny and especially
naughty! So I go out to the supermarket on purpose to
squat down exactly like I’ve just explained – knowing
that the little white string of my Tampax is plainly
visible to the guy! Now that really gives me an immense
buzz – allowing a perfect stranger to stare at,
something as personal as your Tampax string, dangling
from your bleeding cunt! Christ, it turns me on, doing
that when I’m having my period! I’ve never been able to
leave the store without having to go into the ladies
toilets to wank myself to an orgasm, anyway!
I remember teasing a guy on day by letting him see my
exposed cunt a few times, and then kneeling on one knee
whilst keeping them together so’s he couldn’t see my
cunt any more! The cheeky sod then sidled up alongside
me as I remained kneeling there, and pretended to be
interested in something on one of the upper shelves.
Well! It was the most natural thing in the world for me
to then let him look down my partly open blouse and get
a good look at my braless tits and erect nipples! And
after giving him a good, long look, I then moved down
the aisle slightly and squatted down again to let him
have another long look at my exposed cunt!
Oh, and I must tell you this before I forget! One day
near Christmas, I’d been giving this particularly good
looking guy a real good look at my hairy cunt for over
half an hour – and he’d been so turned on with what he
saw, he’d basically followed me all round the store!
But time was pressing on, and I eventually moved to the
overcrowded checkouts – with this guy coming up to
stand behind me in-line, as I waited to pay.
I must’ve turned him on that much, he blatantly pushed
his hard cock up against me, and then did it once more!
“Right, you horny bastard!” I thought to myself,
“You’ve asked for it, and boy, you’re gonna get it!” So
I cautiously reached back under cover of the crowds at
the tills – and unzipped his fly! I then pulled out his
rigid cock, pushed it under the hem of my short skirt,
and slid his knob-end along my hairy gash! I knew he
daren’t say anything about what I was doing – and
guessed he certainly didn’t want to either!
And with a bit of manipulation on my part – by me
standing on tip-toe and spreading my thighs slightly, I
felt his knob-end slowly slide into my cunt!
It was the easiest thing in the world for me to then
push back at him slightly – under cover of the masses
of people all wanting to get served – and then feel his
cock slide all the way inside my cunt!
With five people still in front of us, all waiting to
be served – and all with trolleys filled to overflowing
with Christmas stuff, I knew we had plenty of time to
enjoy ourselves with him slowly fucking me – right
there whilst we both stood at the crowded checkouts in
Tescos! We both imperceptibly moved back and forth –
his cock growing harder and harder! Then, I felt it
starting to jerk and throb, and I knew he’d just blown
his load, and spurted his cum deep inside me!
Recklessly, I pushed back hard onto his spurting cock
and repeatedly tightened and relaxed my cunt-muscles as
they gripped his throbbing shaft, then felt his hand
sliding under my skirt to caress my nylon-clad thighs!
And as he finally finished coming, I felt his cock
rapidly softening before it finally slipped out of my
cunt – leaving me standing there with his cum both
dripping out of my drooling cunt and onto the tiled
floor, and also running down my nylon-clad thighs to
soak into my stocking-tops!
As I emptied my trolley and paid for my goods – his cum
still oozed from my cunt, and without a backward glance
or a word being spoken between us, I went out of the
store to the car!
You’ve no idea how uncomfortable, and yet so satisfying
it felt as I loaded up the car!
The sticky cocktail of my cunt-juices, and his cum
rapidly growing icy cold as it ran down my legs, felt
horrible – but the knowledge of what we’d just done,
more than made up for it!”
“Fucking hell, Paula! I’m rock-hard and aching here,
with listening to that!” I finally gasped, “I don’t
suppose you’d like to try that with me, would you?”
“What, us fucking together at the tills in Tescos?” she
grinned, “If it was crowded enough I certainly would –
or somewhere else equally as naughty!”
“Great! And I’d really love to out with you sometime on
a flashing trip to the shops!” I grinned, “And perhaps
do a bit of flashing, myself!”
“Now that would give them something to think about!”
she giggled, “You squatting down with your knees apart,
and with a guy expecting to see a naked cunt – but
seeing a rigid, suspender-framed cock and a pair of
dangling bollocks instead! Oh boy!”
“I could try it on a woman first, and see how that
went!” I suggested.