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I’ve been dressing since I was ten, always being careful to never be seen by anyone. The whole time I grew up I’d never had any girlie clothes of my own but I’d always worn my sister’s things, even used her makeup. I always made certain that she never ran out of makeup too quickly. When I knew I had the house to myself, I would dress up and pretend I was a girl. These sessions ended in a great masturbation with something usually deep in my tight little asshole, or boy pussy or ass pussy, as I’ve seen it called. At any rate, that was quite some time ago and now, I was living on my own with the freedom to purchase whatever I wanted. To be sure, the closets in my apartment were full, almost overflowing, with dresses, skirts and blouses. The floor of them was filled with shoes of all styles and colors. But still, I’d never ventured out except a few times late at night and only for a short period of time. Yes, I’d grown a bit bolder, finding a website where I could post pictures of myself in all my womanly glory and still remain somewhat anonymous. My masturbation adventures now included lifelike dildos, one that even squirted fake cum on demand and the photos I took of myself using these were also on the website. I really enjoyed that particular dildo and oftentimes practiced sucking it, pretending it was the real thing. I deep throated it on occasion then let it pump into my mouth. I had a very good job in a large department store and I could wear quite a variety of things beneath my clothes, like garter belts and stockings, panties or a bra if I was also wearing a vest to hide it. Well, you get the idea. This is something I did on a daily basis and, in fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d worn a pair of male underwear. My hair, which was longer than most men wear, was always kept back in a pony tail except when I dressed like a girl. The boss liked me, mainly because my performance was always professional an my sales were exemplary. He sometimes kidded me about my hair and general demeanor, but always in a friendly way. On the website I made many friends, mainly with girls like me, but they were usually many, many miles away güvenilir bahis from where I lived. Often in other countries. I liked seeing their pictures, sometimes with them servicing a real man. We exchanged ideas and talked quite a bit. They encouraged me to try and get out in public but I was afraid someone would recognize me or “read” me as a man in girl’s clothing. Time passed and I grew bolder, going out in daylight and filling my car at a convenience store, though it was always on the other side of town. With my confidence growing, I would sometimes do my grocery shopping while dressed up but always in a very, very large discount store that also offered clothing and makeup, even televisions and other household items. But even though I was now out in the real world, I felt lonely, having no real friends I could openly talk to about my secret identity. Then I met someone in my town who liked my pictures, all of them, and I was intrigued by his, though they were mostly of his dick. We talked online quite a bit and one thing lead to another. Before long, I agreed to meet him in a public place so we could talk face to face with me dressed up like a girl. That meeting would change my life forever. We agreed to meet on a Saturday so as soon as I got off work on Friday, I went home and soaked in hot bath, shaving everywhere that needed it. I was mostly hair free to begin with but I enjoyed shaving my legs and pubic area. I had a hard time sleeping that night, either out of anticipation or fear. Even my normal masturbation and dildo sucking didn’t help that much. Saturday morning, I was up early and spent more time than usual getting dressed. I was, however, ready to go before it was time, dressed up completely in the way he said he’d like to see me. I was dressed casually: mid thigh length gray skirt, pale blue blouse, very sheer white bikini panties. I had on black four inch heels, light beige stockings and garter belt. My blonde hair was combed out with a loose flip under style, worn with dangling earrings, watch, and bracelet. I think I must have checked my purse a thousand times before it was time to leave. When I arrived güvenilir bahis siteleri at the diner where we were supposed to meet, my stomach was filled with butterflies. I calmed myself as best I could and stepped out of my car. This was it, the moment of truth. Could I actually meet with someone even though we’d been talking for weeks? Taking a deep breath, I walked into the diner and looked around. I saw him sitting alone in a booth at the same time he saw me. He stood and motioned for me to come join him. Too late to run away now. “You’re more beautiful in person than any of your pictures,” he said with a warm smile as I moved next to him. He was easily eight or none inches taller than me and very good looking. “Thank you. You’re very kind,” I said and slid into the booth opposite him. We ordered iced tea and talked about nothing in particular for several minutes and I began to relax. The longer we talked the more comfortable I became and the more I liked him. Either he was a fantastic liar or he had no qualms about revealing his life to me. This was an entirely new and very thrilling experience to me. Then he asked something which brought me back to reality. “What do you think about bareback?” “I uh, I’ve never done that,” I confessed. “I mean, I’m disease free and I intend to stay that way.” “Exactly the way I feel about it,” he smiled. “But something I’d like to do is lick your sweet ass pussy.” “You would?” I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to do that. “Yes, I would. I’d like to eat your pussy, suck your clit, and then, fuck you really good. I want to cum in you, Dana. I want to fill you with cum and then watch it ooze out of you and make a video of the entire thing so you can post it on your site.” I had to admit that his idea sounded exciting and it made my virgin ass pussy tingle with excitement. “But would I get to suck your cock?” I asked hopefully. “Of course. There’s nothing so exciting as watching a girl sucking your cock.” “And where would this all take place?” “My house is available.” I swallowed hard. Everything seemed to be falling in place but was I ready to have sex with a man? “But you know, iddaa siteleri I’d like to get several pictures of you before we did anything. You know, some regular shots and then some that are a little more risque. Then we’ll move on up to some where you’re showing me your goodies and finally where my dick is in your mouth and pussy.” “That sounds like it could be fun,” I giggled. He pulled out his camera and took a facial picture of me laughing. Then stepping away from our booth he took a couple of more pictures, which were actually the first of me in a public venue. Motioning me to get out of the booth he took pictures of me. A couple I know had a good view of my garters and my upper thigh. We moved on outside and used his truck as a background. Here I did some posing for him and yes, I raised my skirt a few times, showing off my panties and the silhouette of my small dick. I enjoyed having my picture taken much more than doing it myself with a self timer. This was so much more exciting, or maybe it was the thought that before long I would be having my picture taken with his dick in me. This, of course, would be an added bonus to having sex with a man for the first time. “The camera loves you, Dana,” Robert declared and snapped off more shots. He wound up by taking a close up of my face while I smiled brightly for him. As apprehensive as I was when I arrived, that’s how excited I was now. And not only was he taking pictures but he planned on a video as well. “Would you care to follow me back to my house?” “Sure. I mean, I wouldn’t want to leave my car sitting here. Heaven only knows how long I’ll be gone,” I giggled. “Baby, I’m gonna fuck you nine ways to Sunday,” he laughed and walked me to my car. “Just remember, I’m a virgin.” “And I’m truly honored to be your first,” he said and patted my butt. Then he surprised me by giving me a kiss. A kiss with a lot of tongue involved. Looking up at Robert I smiled and said, “I want you.” “Then let’s get moving, babe,” he replied. The drive to his house didn’t take long, covering only three or four miles, but during the drive I began feeling doubts once again. One part of me was unsure about what was about to take place and yet another part wanted to feel his cock sliding in and out of me. As soon as we stepped into his house Robert took me in his arms and began kissing me deeply and I was kissing him back just as passionately.

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