Slut indiscretion

I remember one of the ladies quite clearly because she was the kind of woman that I had dreamed about becoming. I would imagine myself in her shoes and feeling her feelings. She had impressed me because I loved her makeup. I secretly longed to wear lipstick, rouge and false eyelashes. I knew that the first chance I got I would indulge in creating a female image for myself, and I did. I made it no secret and I paid for it. On the other hand there was always those guys who came after me, not to brutalize, but to sympathize, as long as they could do it in the dark, and as long as I kept my mouth shut. The loved to meet me in secluded, dark areas late at night. That’s when they released that animal passion and unlease the freaky side of themselves. I love those types. They always fucked me hard and hungrily. They have so much energy and want to try so many different things before going back to their wives and girlfriends. That seems to be a triat of those men on the DL.
Smith was open and most people knew that he chased crossdressers and trannies like me. He liked taking me to his private second office out back to talk. He had more on his mind than talking. I went along eagerly anticipating what I know was about to happen. “See how quiet it is in here? Nobody can disturb us here.” He gave me a knowing smile, touched his crotch, and started explaining his intentions to me. “I know what you like. You enjoy gangbangs in large numbers. I heard that you can’t get enough.
There was an unconfirmed rumor that I was being gang raped, but I turned it into a gangbang because the five guys couldn’t keep up with me. They say that I can take cock endlessly. On that night that’s exactly what I did. I don’t admit it out loud. I let them keep wondering. On that night I just couldn’t get enough. I know I acted just like a little bitch and begged for more.
“I guess just one man alone couldn’t do much for you, Huh?” For some reason I was surprised to hear those words from his mouth, but at first, I said nothing. We sat on the small loveseat side by side and he scannned me up and down with a hungry look in his glassy eyes. “Don’t make no damn sense for somebody who supposed to be a boy to have such a shapely body.”