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Decades ago, before there was the Internet, I was a secret crossdresser, recently divorced, and was desperate to know more. On a Saturday I went to this newsstand/bookstore’s adults-only back room. Once I was alone I looked at the magazines and rubbed my stiffening cock. I was so engrossed that I didn’t hear anyone come in and was surprised when a man slipped his arms around me, dropped one hand to my crotch, gently stroked my erection, and told me to come with him and he would show me his collection of crossdressing porn. I went with him and he drove us to his apartment. He made us stiff drinks, sat next to me on his couch so our thighs were touching, showed me magazines and photos, he stroked my cock, and I stroked his cock. My inhibitions were gone, so I let him put me into something more comfortable: a garter belt, stockings, heels, and a transparent nightie. He told me that I was gorgeous and very sexy as we kissed, petted, sucked one another’s cocks, and finally he took some Polaroid pics of me before we went to bed together. He popped my cherry, made love to me several times that night, fucked my pussy until I was drooling, and told me that I was to be his sexy little bitch and the pics would remain private. I stayed with him Sunday as he dressed me in various sexy things, took more pics of me, and had me suck his cock and he fucked me. That evening a friend of his joined us and the two of them fucked me, spit roasted me, and double penetrated me. Of course more pics were taken so my fate was sealed and there was no looking back.
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