A Dream Come True - The Adult Theatre

The following is a work of fiction and contains crossdresser sex. Hope you enjoy. I welcome comments and feedback, but please note, I'm not a professional writer and I do it for fun and for my readers. My style may differ from others, but it's mine.

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A Dream Come True-the Adult Theater

We have a local adult theater/porn store in the nearest city to my rural home, about 45 minutes away. It's a typical, seedy place where people get up to no good in one of two adult theaters, one for 'straight' and one for 'alternative.' There is no admission charge for the store, which does carry a decent amount of reasonably priced adult toys and videos, but to access the theaters, there is a charge. It's $10 for your choice, but only one, or $15 gets you access to both of them.

The biggest advantage to this place is their indoor parking garage, directly attached to the building, so you can arrive already dressed or change in your car in the garage, then access the store and theaters without having to go outside and in through the main entrance, something that people like me really appreciate, especially during the day when everyone can see everything. There is a warehouse right next door with trucks waiting for a loading dock, and more trucks coming and going throughout the day. Thank you but I would like NOT to have to expose myself to everyone sitting around with nothing better to do than people watch.

My full-size pickup truck barely fits through the door to the indoor garage. I always try to park way at the end, in the corner, and have so far been lucky to get that spot. That way, there is only the wall next to my truck, and I can change at my vehicle before going in. Being that it was around lunchtime, I appreciated the privacy even more, though there was another huge advantage to being mid-day that would really work to my advantage...the theater would be full of horny men, either on their lunch break or simply because it's the busiest time of day for this 24-hour fuck-house.

The very first time I had come here, I had called ahead numerous times to ask the same question...'are you crossdresser friendly?' and was told every time that yes, they are very much so. Even though I had been given numerous reassurances, I still had to see for myself, do a little forward observation, and had gone inside before changing to just check it out. After I was satisfied, I had returned to my truck and changed, went back inside, and proceeded to waste my time even though the place was full of men. The only thing that happened was one guy jerked off on my leg, I was wearing a black dress, black pantyhose and boots, wig and makeup. I enjoyed that, but it fell way short of my intended goal that day. The next time I went there dressed, it was about 2:00 am and was deserted. I would have to try another time during the day, hopefully with better results than before.

I kept hearing from people that it is always hit or miss here, and to not give up. Hell, for $10 and the opportunity to be out in public fully dressed in womens clothes was worth it alone. So I decided I would keep trying. At least I got the recurring thrill of being out, being seen by others, maybe sucking a few cocks and being felt up by a bunch of hands, hoping it would lead to more, much more. That's why I did try again, and managed to hit the jackpot on one particular occasion.

Having nothing to do on a Tuesday, I packed a bag with everything I would need besides what I wore under my clothes, putting on as much as I could ahead of time to save time getting ready once arriving at the parking garage. After closely shaving my face, legs and chest, I had put on a matching black, lace-trimmed bra and panty set, putting my D-cup silicon breasts in the bag to put in the bra once I started the rest of my transformation after getting there. I put a pair of 4" black Mary Jane's in the bag, along with my wig, makeup bag, and some jewelry. It was about 11 am when I pulled out of my driveway and began the 45 minute trip to the theater.

Traffic was light on the drive, probably because most people don't take lunch this early, and for some it would be late. Lunchtime rush hour wasn't really a thing here. I arrived at 11:43 and carefully guided my pickup through the garage door opening, turning to the right to find my preferred spot in the back corner open. Good. I prefer to back in, and have my driver side along the back wall. I keep my stuff in the back seat of my crew-cab, and that's where I get dressed, though on this trip I only have to put on my shoes, wig and my makeup before heading in to see what I can get up to.

Once parked, I opened my back door and began removing my outer clothes, my 'man clothes' that I quietly despised being forced by society to wear everywhere I go out in public. I've heard it said before that were it actually acceptable for men to wear womens clothes in public, the 'novelty' would wear off, it wouldn't be the same, wouldn't be as exciting. I disagree with that. Perhaps that would be the case for the fetishists, the ones who do it just for a sexual thrill, afterwards feeling disgust, shame and guilt. I'll admit I get a huge sexual thrill from it myself, but when I am done with the sexual aspect of it, I still retain the powerful desire to remain dressed in the clothes that make me feel my best. If I could, I would wear a skirt, nylons and heels every single day of the week, no matter what the weather or temperature! You wouldn't catch me wearing pants in the winter, or shorts and bare legs in the summer.

Having placed my jeans and polo shirt on the back seat, I inserted my silicon breast forms into the black lace bra, then slid my feet into a beautiful pair of black velvet pumps with a 4" heel. These shoes had taken some time to break in, at first I was only able to wear them for five minutes before the pain got so bad I had to take them off. But with many weeks of daily practice and break-in time, they became one of my most comfortable pairs of shoes, sexy as hell, and had a block heel which made them much easier to walk in than a pair with a spike heel. They are a very popular style and look amazing with any outfit, and sliding my pantyhosed feet into them sent chills up and down my body. Damn did they look hot.

With that done I carefully climbed back into the driver's seat, dropped the sun visor and opened the vanity mirror. I had placed my makeup bag on the center console from the back seat, and began the process of applying my makeup. As always, my anxiety was very high...nerves, excitement, fear, anticipation, all the usual emotions I feel every time before entering the unknown, be it a meeting with a complete stranger for a hookup, or just walking into a public place like this, even though it's crossdresser friendly. I MAY be safe from harm, but I know that not everyone is OK with crossdressers. It's a risk worth taking, and the fact that it's the middle of the day makes it as safe as it could possibly be, except for having a friend or fellow CD along.

I know from having seen many ads on Doublelist that this is a great time of day to be here for what I'm looking for, and many ads say they are looking for a CD, just as many CD's advertise they will be there at such and such a time, though I saw no such ads today, nor did I place one. I just wanted to let it play out how it will and see if anything happens. Honestly, I was just thrilled to be out in public again. In a skirt.

There were eleven other cars in the garage when I arrived, more than the last couple times, and nobody had left and nobody new had arrived. I finished my makeup and put on my wig. Grabbing my purse with my money and my phone, I stepped out into the garage, locking my truck and placing the keys in the side pocket of the purse. The sound of my heels on the floor of the parking garage started giving me chills, it was a turn on usually invoked by a woman walking through a mall or the grocery store, always a head-turning sound, yet I am the cause of this wonderful sound, me. MY high heels. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack...

I had already put $15 in the other side pocket so I could quickly pay for both theaters. I figured if I didn't get lucky in one, I might at least be able to get some pussy, many women, at least the kind that frequent places like this, are OK with crossdressers and those living an alternative lifestyle. Or, maybe, some poor guy who was looking to get laid will see me and 'settle' for what I have to offer, which would be a win-win for both of us. Just before reaching the entry door, it opened and a black guy walked out, looked me over, said hello and kept walking, presumably toward his car. I looked back and caught him looking back at me. We stood there for a few seconds, neither one of us moving or saying anything. He was checking me out and almost seemed oblivious to the fact that I was looking at him the whole time, I was checking him checking me out.

I backed up a couple feet, allowing the heavy metal door to glide closed on its well-oiled tension mechanism, closing with a soft muffled 'thud', and I simply said hi. He took a few steps toward me and I to him, and since he hadn't said anything, I figured I would have to make the first move. He looked to be about 40, my height, that is with my heels on, otherwise he would tower over me by at least 4", nicely dressed and clean cut. And judging by the bulge in his pants, he was well hung and horny. He probably didn't get what he came here for, and this, I thought, was my chance. I would go back in, whatever happened out here, but I just couldn't pass up this chance, I had to at least try. I knew he was interested in me, but I didn't know how far he wanted to take it.

I asked him what he came for. Kind of a stupid question, but I had to break the ice. He told me he had come to see what was going on, if anything interested him, and he said he didn't see anything until he walked out the door and saw me. I was flattered. I simply said that I was parked in the corner over there, the big red truck, and started walking that way, hoping he would follow, hoping he wouldn't back out and get in his car and leave. If he did, I would simply go inside as I had originally intended. But to my delight, he followed me. We got to my truck, and I unlocked it and opened the back door, both for privacy and for something to sit and/or lean on, depending on what he wanted to do. I was already lubed up, so I was definitely wanting that, as that is what I really came for.

Without any words spoken, I sat on the sill of the back door, and he lowered his pants to around his knees, releasing a massive black cock, the size of which I had never had before, but always wanted to try! He moved forward and I leaned over enough to take half of it in my mouth. There's no way I could have taken it all. The girth itself was stretching my mouth wider than ever before, and I could only imagine what this would feel like inside my back end, I hoped I would find out, though I knew it would be painful. He was definitely clean, and shaven as well, which I appreciated, I hate getting hair in my mouth.

I slurped up and down on this small baseball bat, hoping to make it to home plate. My mouth was starting to get sore, and I let it slip out and told him I needed a minute to rest, that he was the biggest I had ever had, and I loved it. He told me that was OK, that if I was alright with it, he wanted to fuck me. Well, of course I was OK with it! This was a dream come true. I did ask him to take it slow, that I had also never had anything that large in my ass. I was scared and excited at the same time...and incredibly turned on! My own cock was hard as a rock. I lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties and hose, bent over my back seat, and waited for what I thought would feel like a train spreading my asshole open.

He stepped forward some more until his huge tool was resting vertically against my ass. He started rubbing it up and down my crack, spreading the lube that was on the outside, lubricating himself simultaneously. That alone felt wonderful, but I was dying for him to begin the main event...I just wanted him to get the initial penetration over with, as that would be the most painful part of this. Finally after a couple minutes of massaging between my cheeks, I felt him back away a bit, then I felt the hot, smooth, large tip of his cock slowly, very slowly, pressing against my sphincter. Slowly I could feel him advance, but the pain was unbelievable. I didn't know how much more I could take. I play with some larger toys to prepare me for something like this, but I guess I wasn't truly prepared...it hurt, and hurt a lot. But, not unbearable. Close. Very close. Just when I thought I would either pass out from the pain, or have to ask him to abort and withdraw, it popped in past the ring of resistance. He was inside me.

He could sense that it hurt, he kept asking if I was OK, and he held it there for a minute, giving me the opportunity to acclimate and adjust to the huge size of his manhood-monster. When the pain began to subside, I gave him the go-ahead to continue, asking only that he doesn't pull it out until he has unloaded in me, and preferably when it shrinks after losing his erection. He agreed, and pressed the rest of his 8" into me. It felt like a rolling pin, but by now it was beginning to feel good...more than good. It was starting to feel fucking amazing! He kept his pace nice and slow, pulling out halfway before once again burying it deep inside me.

A car pulled into the garage and parked in the corner directly across from me. I got freaked out and nervous, here I am, a CD, bent over the back seat of my truck, getting fucked by a huge black man and... My momentary lover told me to just relax, after all, what do people come here for? Of course, that made sense. What was I worried about. He continued pumping into me, as I looked out through my windshield from between the two front seats, being bent over the back seat. Another middle-aged man, he was white, was slowly walking toward the entry door, while watching what was going on half in, half out of my truck. He stopped and watched for another minute, then continued on his way into the porn shop, probably here to use one of the adult theaters, maybe I'd see him in there later.

As soon as the entry door closed with its signature muffled thud, my big black lover boy came inside me with no warning. I can usually tell when someone is about to lose it, but not with him, I had no idea he was ready to release. I had hoped he would last longer as my own cock was hard and ready to fill the front of my panties with my own load, but that was not to be. Still, I was in no way complaining, not at all. I had just endured the best fuck I had received in a long time, maybe the best one ever, except for the initial pain. And my God he must have been loaded, I could feel his monster pulse about 25 times, filling me with hot cum with every pulsation. He kept it inside me for a while, and I couldn't keep from touching myself, and as soon as I did, I emptied my own load into my waiting pantyhose.

After he had died down in size, he pulled it out, and I was rewarded with what felt like a gallon of hot cum, promptly filling my panties that were pulled just below my ass. He pulled his pants back up and thanked me, I thanked him, and we exchanged emails and agreed to keep in touch, as I definitely want him in me again, and soon. Yeah, it hurt, but man, it was like a drug addiction...I just needed more! He had left me and headed to his car, and I pulled up my panties, the large, thick puddle of his cum resting mostly in the ass of my underwear, with some spilling over into my pantyhose. When it made contact with my crotch, my entire body tingled all over, and again when I pulled up my pantyhose.

I stood there for a few minutes, taking a drink from my bottle of water, my mouth parched, both dizzy and euphoric about what had just happened. Right in public, for anyone to see, and someone did, in fact, see what we were doing. I honestly don't know which aspect was more exciting about the way I just got fucked...the aspect of being in public, or the aspect that we actually were SEEN, caught in the act, in public...I had sex in public and I was caught. Both aspects probably equaled each other. I pondered whether or not I should at least wipe away most of the cum that soaked my underwear, but I decided I wanted to feel it squish around as I walked inside, and nobody could say I wasn't already lubed up. If nobody else was interested, I had already considered this trip a complete success.

Being the whore that I am when I transform into a nearly-passable woman, I couldn't resist trying to get more dick for my ass, so I once again headed toward the entry door, this time making it inside without being interrupted by one of the most amazing fuckings ever. The cum in my panties, as expected, felt unbelievably amazing as I made my way to the service desk in the center of the store. This is where you pay for the theater you want to have access to. I decided I would still pay the $15 for both, though I just had a feeling I wouldn't need to use the other one. It's good to keep options open though. I gave the guy at the counter my money, and he gave me a green and pink ticket, telling me to hold up the pink one to access the 'straight' theater, and the green one for the 'alternative' theater.

I stuck the pink ticket in my purse, walked down the hall to the alternative door, held up my green ticket. The door to the theater buzzed and opened, and I stepped into a dark movie theater that was playing shemale porn on the screen at the bottom of the 20 or so rows of seats, separated into two sections by a center aisle. The door closed behind me and I stood there for a minute, allowing my eyes to adjust. I watched some of the movie, but it definitely wasn't MY cup of tea...why bother being a 'shemale' or a crossdresser if you're going to be completely naked? That doesn't do anything for me. Once my eyes adjusted to the pale light coming from the screen, I took a seat in the very back row.

I wasn't there for more than a minute before the guy who had pulled in and watched me getting fucked by the big black guy sat down beside me and put his hand on my leg. I made no attempt to resist, and opened my legs further to indicate that I was all his for the taking, whatever he wanted. Almost as soon as he had sat on my right, another guy sat on my left, pulled out his medium-sized cock, and began stroking it to its full size. Once hard, he stood up and I thought he was going to want a blowjob, but he instead knelt on the seat on his right knee, aimed his tool at my leg, encased in my sheer black pantyhose, and quickly rubbed it until an explosion of thick, white cum shot out from the tip, blasting the front of both my legs with his fluid. My ass was soaked from all the cum from earlier, and I know there will be a wet spot on the seat when I get up, and now my legs were covered in what had to be a two-week (or longer) load. Just a shame he wasted it, I would have loved that inside me.

He put his cock away, zipped up and left as quickly as he came. The other guy on my right told me he does that a lot, just comes here, gets turned on by something, usually a CD, and covers them in cum, and nobody can seem to stop him, though I don't know why anyone would want to. After telling me about the 'load-blow and go' guy, he pulled his own cock out and began to rub it into a hard-on. I asked if he was going to do the same thing, and he said he wanted to do a 'follow up' of what the black guy had done, but right here, in front of everyone. He led me out of the back row and down to the front row, where he turned me around facing the back of the theater and in full view of the 25 or so other patrons who were scattered amongst the seats.