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one of my fantasies...
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It all started when I asked my wife for permission to attend a fancy dress party organized by my colleagues to celebrate the great moment of our company. I knew that she's always been jealous, in particular of one of the secretaries - cynthia - so i thought I would had problems. Instead, he quickly responded, "Of course you can, but on one condition".
"no problem, it's really important to me, thank you!"
"Well, the condition is that I will choose the costume you'll wear"
"Uh? ok, dear, if you want so..." thinking that maybe i would have to give up my darth vader dress.
So came the day of the party, and in the afternoon my dear wife made me a relaxing massage: I fell asleep almost immediately and I woke up after who knows how long with a strange feeling ... half asleep, I put a little to realize that I had completely shaved during sleep!
"Wha...?" "Shhh, dear, to be dressed as i want its necessary... now wear these or ull be late!" and, smiling, she throws on me some clothes. Omg... lace panties, padded bra, nylon stay-ups, leather black miniskirt, sleeveless red top and short white jacket..... damn. It cant be possible.... My wife is very familiar with my aversion towards gays, transvestites and so on, she cant do this to me! "Pls, no, u cannot ask me to dress like a woman!"
"A woman?!? How much women u see dressed so?? No, my dear, u will not dress like a woman, u will dress like a whore! or, of course, u ll remain at home..."
Damn,no choice, the party is too important. So, overwhelmed by humiliation, i start to wear the clothes while my wife laughs satisfied, as she put on my head a blonde wig and, looking at me with a critical eye and saying: "Well done, now u only need some make-up".
She varnishes my hands and feet nails with brilliant red polish, dressing me with a pair of her anklets and some toerings, and put make-up on my face. Then she helps me to wear the nylon stay-ups and kindly makes me wear a pair of incredible high-heeled shoes, which she probably bought on purpose.
My wife accompanies me to the door and greets me, smiling mischievously: "Have fun, whore!". The amazing thing is that passing in front of a mirror I can not help but notice that... damn, my legs, long and athletic, are enhanced by the high heels.... oh my god, I really look like a woman, and yet not bad at all!
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I take the car and start driving to the place of the party on the other side of the city, thinking how embarassing will be to show me to collagues, in particular to cynthia....... when i suddendly need to pee... maybe due to nervous strain, but i cannot resist, so i park the car right in front of the first bar that i see and enter there, searching for a toilet. The interior of the bar is dark and smoky, with a lot of customers many of whom turn to me when I enter, and i see the "toilet" symbol on a door at the bottom of the room. As I pass through the bar, I do not mind the strange fact that all the customers are men, but I realize that some of them look at me, admired, and chuckle to myself "if they only knew...ihih "
I dont mind neither that there isn't the "women" reserved toilet... i just piss and I wash my hands in a sink in the hall bath, when someone behind me gives me a strong slap on my ass saying "Look! What a beautiful slut we have here!"
I turn around quickly, seeing in front of me a huge black man who looks at me excited... I say promptly "Nooo, im not a wom...." But he interrupts me :"We know you're not a woman, otherwise you would not come dressed like this in a gay bar!"
I begin to retreat towards the exit of the hall bath, but i hit someone behind me, who grabs my arms and immobilizes them too quickly behind my back with a pair of handcuffs. I try to shout: "No! Im not ga...ghhhGHGHH!!!!" but someone else silence me forcing a ballgag in my open mouth. I dont even have time to realize what is happening thet the nigger comes up to me and hit my helpless stomach with a strong fist, making me bend... then he bends over, leaning his shoulder on my belly, and lifts me up without any effort, carrying me in the bar where I see that everyone is standing and begins to clap! The only thing I can do is moan and weakly debate my legs held down by his strong arms... He climbs a staircase behind the counter, and i can see that everyone is following - my god, 15-20 men! - and enters a large room with a double bed in the middle, on which he throws me unceremoniously. Suddendly some guys hold me, forcing me to lie on my stomach and spreading my legs, tying my ankles with tight rope. I see as in a dream someone take my car keys from my purse and i hear the nigger voice saying: "his car should be near the entrance, make it disappear in our garage so that no one will look here", then I feel that someone climbs on the bed and gets behind me, in the midst of my spreaded legs. My shoes are taken off and my miniskirt raised.... something sharp, metallic and cold passes under my panties and cuts them off.... then i feel a great weight on my back - someone who lies down on me - and something huge, hard and warm that starts to press on my (virgin) asshole! Instinctively I try to close my buttocks, but my legs are well tied and spread....
OMG, they are going to fu... ghhgGGHHHHHMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted on : Apr 26, 2014
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