This that go Bump in the Night

It was the ideal time. My wife was away for the weekend and a long weekend at that. So on the way home from work, I stocked up. Some pantyhose, lips gloss, stockings and fake nails. I raced home, turned off the phone and ran a warm bath. Soon I was soaking in the bath with candles and light music. As I shaved all my body hair off, I couldn't help but get aroused. Out of the bath, I got dressed for bed. First I put on my new stockings, making sure the seams were straight. Some satin nix and a satin nightie resting just above my pert bottom. I then applied my fake nails, painting each one in turn bright red. I put on my wig, and I went to bed with out make up so as not to smudge it, and fell into a deep sleep.

It was in the early hours when I was woken up with a start. There was a big crash; that bloody cat, I thought as I rushed downstairs. I burst into the front room to see what he had knocked over, but to my surprise, when I switched on the light I was confronted by a six foot man, about late 20's, broad shoulders, unshaven. The smash was him knocking over a vase as he tried to take the television.

"What are you doing?" I shouted.

"What am I doing? I am not the one dressed as a tart."

At that point I remembered I was dressed and without my wig or make up. There was no doubt that I was cross dressing.

"Do you like being a woman?" he asked as he laughed, taking my picture with his mobile phone.

Panic hit me, what was he going to do with the picture?

"Just take what you want and go, delete the picture and leave!" I pleaded.

"I will take what I want. How about I let you finish getting dressed first."

What could I do? If I didn't do as he asked then who would see the photos, how many people? My normal life would be over, so I agreed.

"Ok, I'll just go upstairs and get dressed."

"I'm gonna watch." came the reply.

So, I led him upstairs, and he sat on the edge of my bed watching me change. First he chose the brunette shoulder length wig, real clip-on earrings, and necklace to match. Gray eye shadow, blush and of course bright red lip stick. Lots of bright red lipstick. Next came the dress, he liked the nightie, but changed the French nix, for a pair of high cut lace knickers. I had to take off my stockings, and then put them back on for his enjoyment; the high slippers with fluffy pom pom. Being watched was starting to turn me on, and I was relaxing into the situation. I rose out of my seat and did a twirl.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Hmmm..." came the reply.

I looked over to see him sitting with his hand on a rock hard cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of it; about seven inches long, quite thick and with a purple head.

"Now, I'll take what I want! Come over here now!"

"We agreed I would dress! That was all. You will be taking the television?"

"Oh, I'll be taking the TV alright!" he said with a big grin.

"Come over here, I see you like it, so come over here, now!" I replied with my gaze firmly fixed on his hard cock. "I know you want it so come here, besides what will happen to these?" he showed me more photos on his phone. In my relaxed state, I hadn't noticed his taking pictures of me getting dressed. What the heck did I care, let him have his fun, delete the pictures and no one need know?

I strolled over to the bed trying to copy the walk I had seen models do. I was still looking at the cock, never moving my eyes from it.

"Kneel bitch!"

I dropped to the floor, so my head was level with his lap. I know what he wanted, but hearing him say it was turning me on.

"Blow me, blow me hard you slut!"

I took his rock hard cock and kissed his purple end, each time allowing more of it into my mouth. I licked the warm shaft, tracing the veins with my tongue.

"Hmmm, me thinks you like cock. Tell me, BEG!" he pulled back just out of reach and I felt a disappointment inside of me. "Beg you whore!"

Without any fuss I was begging, pleading for the return of this warm hard cock to my lips. "Please, oh please, let me taste your sweet cock in my mouth. You can fuck me after!"

Where did that come from? In desperation for cock I was offering my arse. I was offering up my virgin arse like a sex-crazed slut and I liked it. So did he; no sooner had the words left my mouth than his cock entered it; forced it! He pushed deep past my lips.

I felt I might gag as he pushed it in and his balls hang over my chin. I felt my own cock strain in my knickers, pushing the lace to one side. I went to touch it, but got a slap on the hand for my trouble.

"You love cock you little slut, but let's just worry about mine shall we?" he said, as he built up speed.

Mmmmm, nice the feeling of his cock forcing its way down my throat made my balls tighten. I felt his bell end swell and closed my eyes ready for his warm cum to hit my lips. But to my horror, he stopped and pulled right out, leaving my poor mouth feeling cold as it gaped open.

"Remember, you promised bitch! Sit on this!" he said, pulling himself back onto my bed, hand supporting his hard cock ready for me.

"But no, I can't, I have never, but no ..."

"But you promised," he said, shaking his phone at me.

"But ... but, I have no lube!"

To which he spat on his cock.

"You better cum here."

As much as I protested I couldn't help but wonder if the next step was going to be good, after all was my cock not now rock hard from sucking him, and not a touch from me? I protested some more for show, and crawled up the bed kissing the cock on the way by, hoping to add more spit.

"Look me in the eyes, you slut!"

I sat above his cock facing him and slowly reached behind me to pull my arse cheeks apart as I lowered myself down onto him. I just managed past his balls end and the pain hit me and I let out a cry.

"Fuck you bitch!"

Emotionless response as he pushed up to force all his cock in me. I now had tears running down my cheeks, which only seemed to spur him on, thrust after thrust, but as soon as it came the pain left, it was replaced with the warm feeling my mouth had felt earlier, and I began to meet his upward trusts pushing down then I heard cumming only to realise the words were coming out of my mouth.

"You whore!" came the reply as my hot cum sprayed his chest. This spurred him on as with in moments I felt his warm cum hitting the inside of my virgin arse.

"Clean me off!" he said pushing me off his lap and pulling my head forward.

I licked greedily at his cock, licking every inch clean, then lay spent on the side of the bed. Then my mystery man got up pulled up his trousers and left the room.

"I'll be back for the television tomorrow, be dressed!"