Sissy Femboy Chrissy in Drag at the Club

Meanwhile I felt his right hand move behind me, caressing my entire exposed, bare back, down to my ass. There he lifted my dress up, which didn't have to go too far because of how short it was, and I felt his hand squeeze my exposed bare buttcheeks thanks to my thong, then he put a finger into my boypussy. Then another. One, two, three fingers in me...until I felt his entire hand penetrate my tight little hole, puncturing my sphincter and hurting for a few seconds. But then his entire hand was inside me, giving me that "full" feeling and hitting my p-spot and all the right nerve endings, and, as so many know here, when that happens it's like flipping on a switch or hitting a button and it makes your cock jump and get erect in seconds, it can even give you an orgasm. And that is what happened to me: my cock got hard quick and I felt some cum squirt out, making my panties sticky. I moaned, and when the guy heard that and felt my now hard cock, he chuckled, asking, "You like that, don't you?"
I couldn't answer verbally, but he knew by the joyful sounds I was making it was a "yes." He started fucking my ass with his fist, in and out, in and out, rhythmically. I must have cum hundreds of times, all the while he was laughing at me.

He moved his mouth down my neck to my chest where he moved part of my dress out of the way and started sucking on my right nipple. He was sucking very aggressively, it hurts, as if he thought I was a real woman and could give him some milk. Meanwhile his left hand had lifted up my right leg, and I could feel his huge, hard dick poke against my crotch, he was pinning me against the wall with his body and cock, pushing his cock into me as if he thought I had a pussy in the front for him to penetrate.

Just then my phone rang and vibrated. It was my date, "John Smith." "U ok?" it said. With all this going on I had lost track of how long I was in the bathroom. "Yes. stuck on the toilet," I lied back. "Ok. Just checking." "John" texted.
"That was my date," I explained to the guy holding me there. "I should go, he might come in to check on me."
"That's okay," the guy answered, "he can join us."