Crossdressers Nocturnal Desires
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex as Jules, dressed in a tight black dress that clung to their curves, bent over the edge of the table. The wig perched precariously on their head added an extra layer of vulnerability as they steadied themselves with trembling hands. Behind them, a man’s muscular frame pressed against their back, his cock deep inside Jules’ ass, thrusting with increasing urgency.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, each word punctuated by a hard push into Jules. Beside them, another man, with a mischievous grin, stroked Jules’ limp cock, coaxing it with gentle tugs. Jules moaned, their voice a mix of discomfort and pleasure, as the third man stepped closer, his hand moving rapidly over his own erection, preparing to climax.
“I’m gonna cum,” the man behind Jules announced, his pace quickening. Jules felt the surge of warmth as he filled their ass with his seed, the sensation both shocking and thrilling. As he pulled out, the man at Jules’ side moved away, leaving them momentarily exposed.
“Me too,” the third man breathed, his face contorted with strain as he aimed his pulsing cock at Jules’ face. With a final jerk, he erupted, ropes of cum splattering across Jules’ cheeks and lips, some even finding its way into their mouth. Jules shuddered, tasting the salty fluid, their body still twitching from the force of the orgy.
As the room began to clear, the men dressing quickly, Jules stood up, adjusting their dress and wiping the remnants of cum from their face. “Thanks, as always, guys,” Jules said with a tired smile, gathering their belongings. The replies were enthusiastic, affirming promises of another session next week.
Stepping out into the cool night air, Jules felt a rush of adrenaline. The streets were quiet, the moon casting long shadows as they walked briskly towards home. The thrill of being seen, of walking among others while dressed as they were, was intoxicating. Jules knew they weren’t fooling anyone, but the risk only heightened their excitement.
They were a few blocks from their destination when a shout broke the silence. “Oi!” Jules glanced across the street, spotting two rough-looking men at a bus stop. Ignoring the call, they quickened their pace, the sound of running footsteps soon echoing behind them. Panic set in as one of the men caught up, grabbing Jules by the arm.
“I don’t want any trouble,” Jules stammered, fear evident in their voice.
“Sorry,” the man muttered, surprising Jules with his apology. “I just… I want to fuck you.”
Confusion washed over Jules. “Why are you shouting things at me then?”
The man looked sheepish for a moment before admitting, “Because I’m in the closet, look at me.” His tone turned defensive, revealing his insecurity. “Typical lad, late 40s, right? Can’t let anyone know.”
Without waiting for a response, he steered Jules into a nearby alley, the darkness enveloping them. He wasted no time, lifting Jules’ skirt and yanking down their panties, exposing their flaccid cock. “Nice,” he commented, his voice gruff. Turning Jules against the wall, he unzipped his trousers, freeing his erect penis. Jules felt the cold brick against their back as the man entered them without warning, his bare cock pushing into their ass with brutal force.
Jules gasped, their cock twitching uselessly as the man pounded into them, each thrust harder than the last. “Yeah, take it,” the man grunted, his hands gripping Jules’ hips tightly. Minutes stretched into an eternity of pain and pleasure mixed, until finally, the man groaned, “I’m gonna cum,” and with a final, deep thrust, he released inside Jules.
Pulling out, he demanded, “Now, suck it clean,” his command leaving no room for refusal. Jules hesitated for a split second before complying, their lips wrapping around the still-warm member, cleaning him as instructed. The taste of their own essence mixed with his, a potent reminder of the encounter.
