Story of a Gay Crossdresser

“A little more.”

I scooted back closer to him, my knees barely on the edge of the bed.

“That’s it.”

He pushed his cock even deeper into me. His cock must have grown an inch since he started fucking me.

“Oh fuck,” I said. “You fill me up.”

“Good,” he said.

“I’m surprised you can take my whole cock so easily. You are really a faggot aren’t you?’

“I bet you wish your wife could see you now.”

“Oh yes,” I said.

“She needs to see how much I love your cock inside me.”

He then started fucking me again, then picked up the pace and the intensity, fucking me harder with every thrust. With my legs on the edge of the bed, I could only rock my hips back and forth slightly to meet his cock, but in this new position my ass was perfectly positioned to take his cock. He was thrusting into me hard and deep. With every stroke of his cock in my ass, a loud smack could be heard. Anyone in the next room or the hallway could hear the unmistakable sound of the bed creaking and his body smacking against my ass. The pressure of his cock inside my ass subsided and all I could feel was intense pleasure with every thrust of his cock. My ass was his hot wet pussy. I began moaning. With each thrust of his cock, my moan intensified.

“You need to be fucked don’t you?”

“Yes darling, I need to be fucked. I need your cock in me. Fuck me harder.”

Now he really started pounding me. The feeling was intense as loud smacks and the bed springs sounded like a jackhammer. The bed was moving now, thudding against the wall with every thrust of his cock inside me. I was taking it all, my ass and his cock were a perfect fucking machine. He was using me for his pleasure and I was loving every moment.

Breathing hard, he said “Where do you want me to cum?”

“Cum inside me. Breed me. Make me your whore.”

“Ok bitch here it comes.”

He let out a loud moan as he pushed in hard and held it. I felt his cum filling me.

“Ooooh baby yes, that feels so good.” I said.

He is breathing hard, his cock is still inside me as we relax for a moment, joined together in post-coital bliss, He gently strokes my back and my ass then pulls out.

“Ohh,” he says, “That was great. You have a great ass. Can I use your bathroom?”

I nod yes and he goes to wash up. When he returns, he gets dressed, picks up his keys and his wallet. I am standing in front of him freshly fucked.

“How long are you staying?” He asks.

“Just tonight,” I reply.

“When will you be back?”

“Next month,” I say.

“Let’s get together again.”

“OK.”

“Bye honey.” He kisses me softly but firmly on the lips

“Stay in touch.”

After he leaves I lie down on the bed and start stroking my cock. I reach down and feel my wet and sticky ass crack, then insert a finger into the gooey cum he left inside me. I can’t help moaning as the cum erupts from my cock, shooting several inches toward my chest staining my lingerie and leaving a puddle on my stomach. I rollover on my side, spoon into the pillows and fall asleep.

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