1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    to the door. I hesitated. I wasn't sure that I wanted to do this! A walk on the street was one thing, but talking to people up close in a bar was quite another! &#034Stop worrying!&#034 admonished Margo. &#034All the girls here are guys. Why not go in?&#034 She was right. That bar was probably even safer than the street. Why not indeed? Margo opened the door, and we went in. The scene inside was familiar. I had not been inside &#034The Gilded G****&#034 too often, but I knew it well enough. There were two bars. One near the front door where Edie, who looked more like a Beauty Queen than a Drag Queen, was barmaid, and a bar at the back where Emma held court. Emma was a biological woman of some forty years who looked and acted like the puppet &#034Madam&#034 from the comedy act of &#034Whalen and Madam.&#034 Indeed, Whalen had been a regular at another Gay Bar where Emma had once worked, and had based the character of his puppet on her! It was to this rear bar that Margo led me. All eyes seemed to be on me as I walked through the room. I had sometimes sat at one of those tables myself, and looked over the &#034girls&#034 as they walked by. Now it was my turn to be ogled by the men! I was the &#034New Girl In Town&#034 for the guys to lust over! I could FEEL all their eyes on me, and it felt GOOD!! I could feel my penis stiffen down between my legs even though it was tucked back into my crotch! I felt like the woman that I wanted to be at last! I was a sex object, and I liked ...
    it!! Margo and I sat at the bar, and ordered a drink. I was introduced to Emma, and received the first in a long string of compliments that I was to receive that night. I was starting to get used to being a girl. Just then a guy sat down on the stool next to me. Our eyes met, and I could see that he liked what he saw. &#034Hello,&#034 he said. &#034You're new here?&#034 I replied that I was. He smiled, and asked if I would like to dance. I hesitated for a moment, but an elbow in my ribs from Margo helped me make up my mind! We got up to go to the dance floor, and he asked my name. &#034Bobbi,&#034 I replied. &#034Bobbi, eh?&#034 he said. &#034It suits you. A pretty name for a beautiful girl! My name is Peter.&#034 He was the first person to call me beautiful. On the dance floor, Peter slipped his arms around me. The D.J. was playing a slow number, and Peter held me very close as we glided across the floor. It felt good to be in his arms, in a man's arms! It was not the first time that a man had held me. It was not the first time that I had danced with another man. Somehow, however, this was different. There was something about the way that he held me while we danced. Maybe it was the way that he looked at me. Maybe it was the way that his hand on my back moved slowly and gently trying to get just the slightest touch of the more intimate parts of my body. I only knew that it felt very good, and I did not want it to stop! I pressed closer to him, and felt his hard cock pressing ...
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