I had a hot night last night.

I like seeing prostitutes. I like paying for it because it makes it so dirty. And last night was dirty.

I bought a Crossdresser. Not a Transexual. The difference being that a crossdresser is a male who likes to wear the trappings of being a female. He is sexually excited about the clothing, but he does not want to be a woman.

I stripped naked to display my body and my lovely cock for him... I flirted like a slut to get him hard and I lay on my back to display my sexy mangina anus for him... I had my legs in the air and my cock and balls lay helplessly across my belly... I was vulnerable... I began to feel both frightened and excited.

When he entered me and I felt his cock beginning to fill my mangina I was close to tears... I was biting my lip and trembling like a girl... I was so fearful that I would be unmanned... I held back, but it was very thrilling when I felt his body go tense as he began to gush his man seed inside me... My own cock began to spasm spontaneously and then, to my horror, my own seed flowed over the cleched muscles of my sexy man belly... Again I felt unmanned... I had lost control... He had ruled me...

Now, all I can think about is arranging another penetration of my rectum... At least for one sexual exposure a week I want to put my dominant male identity to one side and secretly become what I yearn for... I want to be someone's weak, tearful, pouting bitch... Who will make me his boy bitch?

M x