1. I AM A Slut (part 1)


    Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: tvk3983, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    They looked and felt very life like, right down to the hard, erect nipples that were plain to see beneath any blouse. Reaching into my closet I pulled out a white satin blouse and slipped it on, leaving the top two buttons open. A very tight, very short navy blue skirt came next. I loved wearing thigh high stockings with this skirt because the top of them was plainly visible and if I bent over, my creamy flesh was also visible. Now I added the accessories like rings, bracelets, earrings, a necklace and so forth. It was funny that most guys wouldn't even notice these items but they sure did help with the illusion of femininity. The final touch was my shoes. I just love wearing heels, especially the Come Fuck Me variety. The heel I chose were open toed strap on with five inch stiletto heels. While I waited for Sandy I checked my purse to make sure everything was in order. “How's it going, Sandy?” I called while looking through my purse. “Five minutes,” she called back from her bedroom. “Take your time,” I returned. Ten minutes later she walked into the living room where I was waiting and struck a pose as she asked, “How do I look?” “Like you're going out looking for some cock,” I giggled. Knowing Sandy the way I did I figured she wasn't wearing anything at all beneath her little short dress. “You've got room to talk? You look like a high dollar whore,” Sandy laughed. “Thanks, but I'm not a high dollar hooker. I'm a cheap slut!” I laughed and dialed for a cab. We always used ...
    cabs when we were going out to a bar. Better to be safe than land in jail, or worse. Besides, we always wound up in different places so it was always find your own way home or wait until the other could come pick you up. “Birds of a feather and all that,” Sandy laughed. Thirty minutes later we were walking out of our favorite diner after grabbing a bite to eat before a night of drinking and debauchery. Luckily it was less than a block from one of our favorite singles bars. As we walked down the street horns honked and heads turned and we gave them a good show of ass wiggling along the way. Once inside the bar, which was already starting to get a good crowd, we made our way to a booth and ordered a drink. This was the only drink we had to buy for ourselves all night. We were fairly well known in this bar, mainly because we were easy and had never turned down an offer for a hard cock. My favorite thing was sucking cock and more than one guy had blown his load down my throat in this very booth. After a while the music started and Sandy and I went out onto the dance floor and danced together, bumping and grinding together in an almost lewd display. As soon as we returned to our booth we were hit upon and danced with a couple of guys. Two songs later we were back in the booth with two men in tow. Fresh drinks were ordered and the conversations flowed before dancing to three or four more tunes. The man dancing with Sandy steered her to another booth where he was already sitting and ...
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