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After my neighbor, Jack, caught me dressed and made me his girl, my mind was awash with conflicting thoughts and emotions. I had been dressing as an added thrill to masturbating for years, and had fantasized about being with a man, but always considered it just fantasy. I never thought of actually doing it, but now, it had gone from fantasy to reality in just a few hours.Not only had I actually sucked a man’s dick, and let him fuck me, but I had loved every minute of it and couldn’t get the thought of doing it again out of my mind. It seemed I was having something of an identity crisis. Was this the real me? Could I really be a cock craving sissy slut? Had my life until now been a lie? I never considered myself a real ladies man. I’d been with plenty of women over the years and loved sex with them, or thought I did at least, but sex with them had never given me the kind of thrill I felt when Jack bent me over the bed and entered my virgin hole. In my state of confusion, I turned to the internet for help. I searched out others like me. I read articles and studied forums looking for answers and advice. I settled on one particular site that seemed helpful and welcoming. Before long I’d met others there that I came to consider friends, though we’d only chatted online. Through their kind words and advice, I was able to accept this new version of myself. I also learned several new tricks to make myself more feminine in looks and mannerisms. True to his word, Jack returned the Sunday following our first encounter. I watched through the kitchen window as his wife pulled out of the driveway and left for church. Moments later, Jack emerged and hurried across the street to my door. He wasted no time, taking me in his arms and kissing me forcefully on the mouth. He carried me to the bedroom, tearing my lacy panties off before ravaging me. If there had been any doubts in my mind after our first encounter, there were certainly none after the second, I was definitely Jack’s girl now.From that point on, every Sunday his wife’s car would disappear down the street and Jack would hurry across the street to fuck his girl. And his girl couldn’t have been happier. For the next three months that is. Then Jack zipped up his pants one Sunday afternoon and announced that would be his last visit to my bed. He was worried that we were going to get caught. In a small town like ours it’s hard to keep secrets Escort ankara for long, and if this secret got out, things would go very bad for both of us. Jack just wasn’t willing to risk that any longer. I understood perfectly his reasons; he could lose his wife and friends, practically his whole life. Still, I couldn’t help feeling hurt and abandoned. Living in a small town as I do, my options for finding another lover were extremely limited. As a result, I spent more time than ever on the forum, chatting, role playing, and satisfying myself with a growing collection of toys. I dated women, occasionally, and even slept with a few, but I really needed a man to make me his girl again. Relief came quite suddenly and unexpectedly. On a Thursday afternoon, nearly a year after Jack had put an end to our Sunday afternoon playtime, some major problems cropped up with a project I had been putting together for more than a year, and I had to make an unexpected trip to Denver in order to find a solution. By the time I arrived in Denver, checked in to my hotel and grabbed something to eat, it was late and I was tired. I flopped on the bed with my laptop. After checking my e-mail, I logged into the forum to unwind before going to sleep. I checked into the chat room for a bit and was about to log out when Jerry logged in. Jerry and I chatted nearly every night. We worked in the same field and had a lot in common. Jerry was a nice guy and we chatted about everything including his desire to fuck a cross dresser. Our chats often got both of us hot and stroking ourselves to orgasm.As I greeted Jerry, a chill ran down my spine as he told me how tired he was because he had to take an unexpected trip to Denver and had only just checked into his hotel. I immediately knew this was no coincidence, and after a few more questions my suspicions were confirmed. I knew Jerry, he worked for one of the subcontractors on my project. We had never met in person, but we had been talking on the phone almost daily for more than a year. I was in panic and didn’t know what to do. Jerry knew all about me, I had told him things I had never told anyone, feeling protected by the anonymity of the internet. I didn’t know what to do. I needed time to think. I told Jerry, since he was so tired I’d let him get some sleep and logged off. I was exhausted, but couldn’t sleep. Jerry knew all my secrets Balgat escort and had seen pictures not only of me dressed as a woman, but pictures of me with a large dildo stuffed in my ass. Luckily my face had been obscured in all of the pictures. If he said anything to any of my coworkers, I was done.I started considering my options for employment after I was fired. Then I realized, I also knew Jerry’s secrets and had pictures of him as well, granted none of him wearing panties or riding a large dildo, but still damning enough. I felt a little better with that thought in mind. Besides, I figured out who he was, but revealed nothing for him to figure out who I was. The next morning I met Jerry face to face for the first time. He was taller than I expected with broad shoulders and muscular arms. He had a handsome face, but his best feature, by far, were his deep blue eyes. When he looked at me and smiled, I felt a strong urge to fall to my knees and worship the wonderful cock that I knew was hidden within his jeans. Throughout the day I struggled to focus on work as I recalled all of the naughty chats we had shared. Several times, I caught myself glancing at his crotch, remembering the pictures he had sent of his thick hard cock. By the end of the day, it had become clear that Jerry and I would have to return home for the weekend then return to Denver on Monday in order to figure out a fix for the problem. Luckily, we got along as well in person as we did in the chat rooms and on the phone and my fears from the previous night had turned to thoughts of revealing myself to Jerry and hoping we could do a few of the things we had chatted about.As we ate lunch together, I felt perfectly comfortable, as though I were with an old friend, not someone who I’d only met face to face just that morning. I almost confessed then and there, but I was unsure how he’d react. I imagined he’d be freaked out, just as I had been the previous night. By the time we got a cab and headed to the airport, I thought I had come up with a good plan and held off telling Jerry. We had a drink together at a bar in the terminal, then said goodbye and parted ways. On Saturday night, I logged into the chat room and set my plan in motion. After Jerry and I had chatted a bit, I typed: “If we had the opportunity, would you want to get together for real, or is this just internet fantasy Batıkent escort bayan for you?” I hit return and waited anxiously for his reply. It took a while for him to reply and I thought I had my answer, but then his reply popped on screen, “Yes, I would love to meet in person if we could. I’ve always just considered this online fantasy, but chatting with you has made me want to live out my fantasy more than ever.” Reading his reply sent a thrill through me, causing my cock to twitch in my panties. This was it, time to fill Jerry in on what I already knew and hope he was being truthful in his reply. If not, the next week was going to be extremely awkward, for both of us. My hands were shaking as I typed, “Jerry, we have already met in person, and we will both be in Denver together all this week.” I swallowed hard as I pressed the return key. This time Jerry took even longer to reply. I waited nervously, imagining all that was going through his head at that moment. I was starting to wonder if I had made a mistake when his reply finally came. “Holy shit! Shaun? How long have you known?” I explained how I’d discovered who he was on Thursday night and why I hadn’t said anything sooner. We spent most of the night discussing our coming week together and the various things we might do together. My panties were soaked by the time we logged off. I was so turned on as I searched through my outfits, choosing what I would wear for Jerry, I had to stop packing for a session with my favorite dildo, which I judged from the pictures was about the same size as Jerry’s cock. I arrived in Denver just before noon and dropped my bags at the hotel on my way to the project site. I could hardly concentrate on work as my mind was continually occupied with thoughts of the evening’s planned activities. Jerry would be arriving on a later flight and should be at the hotel by the time I got there. I left work a little early and raced back to the hotel to get ready. I was so excited to have a man in my bed again, I couldn’t shower and shave fast enough. The hard part was not rushing through the application of my make up. My skills had improved greatly with tips and advice gained on the forum, but I still needed to take my time to get it right. With hair and make up done, and wearing red stockings with a red G-string, garter belt, and matching bra, I stepped into my tight leather mini and red silk blouse, then texted Jerry my room number. Jerry must have sprinted to my door as his knock came even before I had stepped into my heels. I checked myself in the mirror before opening the door and inviting him in. A hungry smile covered Jerry’s face as he looked me over. “Damn you look good, Shauna.

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