1. How Easy It Is.


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: thatfemininUrge, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    seeped out of my lips. I swallowed what I could, but most of it escaped my lips and ran over my chin and onto my shirt. He then rammed his cock till his cock was down my throat. He held my head as his cock pumped another load of his salty spunk down my throat. He held my head there as I continued to rub myself through my jeans. “Holy fuck, hon,” as I felt him thrust his hips to push all of his cock down my gullet. He held me there while his flexed inside my throat. I could taste the cum that seeped out of the head of his cock. I heard him take a deep breath as he began to withdraw his cock from my throat and mouth. He cock popped free of my lips, but I jutted my neck out and wrapped my lips around his cock, and sucked on it till it was as soft as I now was. “Damn baby you sure love sucking cock. I saw you rubbing yourself, It gets you off sucking cock doesn’t it baby.” I finally freed his cock from my mouth and said, “It did this time. It felt so gooood.” “I knew it when I heard you shriek with pleasure, just when I shot my first load in your mouth.” As his now limp cock dangled in front of me, I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth and gave it suck. “Damn hon, he like having cock in your mouth, don’t you?” “Uh huh,” I said as I wiped the cum off my face with fingers and then licked them clean. As I was doing this, he zipped up his pants and walked back into the bar. I knew that I would be the center of discussion. With him gone, I decided now was the time to leave. ...
    I got in my car, and while driving back to my house, I started to rub myself down there. My panties were soaked in my own orgasm. This was a mistake as it obviously made me horny. I realized that a fire of excitement at being perceived as being a woman was raging with in me. I needed gas, so I stopped at a 24 hour out of the place truck stop. As I filled my car with fuel, I had a few stares from the truckers that were leaving. The place was not that busy. I decided to go in and straighten myself out a bit, and because I did have to pee. That is one of the cools things about wearing a V-Sring. Not only does it give you a pussy, but also you have to sit to pee because of how it helps tuck and restrain you. As I said, the one I have incorporated the tip of you penis to form the nub of the clitoris. I parked my car, grabbed my purse and with hips swaying walked into the restaurant of the truck stop. There was only one trucker at the counter, with no attendant behind the counter. The man at the counter watched me come in and as I just passed him, he reached out and grabbed my arm, saying in a southern drawl, “Hey hon. What’s a perty thing like you doin here all by herself.” He was a burly looking guy. He had a bit of a gut. The sleeves of his button down blue shirt were cut off to reveal big tattooed biceps. He had a thick brown beard and mustache. His brown hair was hidden by a John Deer baseball cap. As his fixated on my large bosom, my mind still reeling with pleasurable moment ...
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