Some men have told me my legs are my best feature. Other guys prefer my ass. It took a while for me to accept the fact that from the waist down, viewed from the rear, I'm quite womanly.
I've grown to enjoy the attention I receive from both gay and straight males when I dress provocatively. I identify as 'Bi' though that might not be the most accurate label. I enjoy sex with both men and women but not at the same time. I may go for months as a 'straight' heterosexual and then suddenly flip into my homosexual persona for a while.
With men, I'm a masochist sissy. I willingly, even eagerly, submit to any man's sexual desires. I crave hard and humiliating use. I'll eagerly submit to the most brutal and degrading sexual acts with any man, anytime, anywhere.
Every two weeks one of the publications I advertise in, the Swinger's Digest, arrives at the local porn video/book store. I 'dress for success as the saying goes, to pick up a copy. It's hard to wait but I know the real pervs, guys with serious psychological sexual issues show up late at night.
There are also a few horny and frustrated drunks. Men so unattractive they were rejected by any of the female bar sluts in the neighborhood. And there's the occasional scary drunk that even the local whores avoid. These are the men whose brutality excites me. The men I give my body to, unconditionally.
Bars close at 2:AM and that's when I head for one of the all-night bookstores. With any luck at all, I'll get my paper and a good time too.
I park the van in a dark parking lot about a block from the store. The street is brightly lit and my shiny, open crotch, pantyhose show off my big legs as I stilt up the street on platform 'fuck me' shoes. I've pulled up my mini skirt to the point where it barely conceals my small limp cock.
A couple of cars slow but don't stop and I enter the store. Jake, the gnarly old graveyard shift guy is behind the counter. He compliments me on my outfit and I simper and lean over the counter to give him a little kiss on the cheek. I reach down and fondle Jake's cock for a moment.
Jake's cock and I are old friends. Jake has my phone number and knows I'll come running anytime he calls. He's bent me over a stool behind the counter and fucked me a few times. He's also sold me to a few guys, looking for soft lips, a warm tongue, a deep throat, and a fuckable ass. Jake knows my secret...I don't say “no” to any man.
Jake tells me the new 'Digest' is in the magazine rack. I look around and see there are just a few men in the store. Well, 'nothing ventured, nothing gained,' I think to myself. I sway my hips as I strut back to the magazine rack. On the way, I pass the sex toy section. Knowing I'm watched, I stop and admire an enormous dildo for a moment.
At the magazine rack, I see the 'Digest' but ignore it for now. Keeping my legs straight, I bend down to look at the bottom shelf. That's where the gay men's magazines are lined up. I select one with a lurid cover photo of a nearly nude bodybuilder, flexing his huge bicep. His impossibly muscular legs with snakelike veins make me salivate. I imagine him squatting over me, lowering his rectum to my loving lips and tongue.
I straighten up and open the magazine. The photos of gay men sucking and fucking each other, with huge cocks are turning me on. I've been outwardly ignoring the men in the store but sneaking glances at them.
One guy, in particular, has my attention. He's been staring at me. He looks either drunk or crazy to me, maybe both. He's big and overweight and his stare is hostile. His cut-off sweatshirt is stained with perspiration. Cheap tattoos decorate his big arms. I shimmy my round ass in his direction and keep my eyes on the magazine.
My excitement mounts as I feel the old wood floor shake under his tread as he takes my bait and comes closer. I can smell his testosterone-scented body odor behind me. His breath reeks of alcohol and cigarettes and he's right behind me.
WHAP!!!
“OW,” I whimper.
He just slapped my ass hard. I wasn't expecting that but the sudden punishment excites me. I have no doubt this guy is as homophobic as they come. My exaggerated femininity has attracted him and he's angry and almost out of control.
I turn to him and dig my fingers into his arm. “I like big men,"I simper. My sharp fingernails stab his flesh.
“Fuck you," he grunts and slaps my hand away.
I grope his cock through his pants and am thrilled that it feels quite large. Before he can hit me again I whisper, “Meet me outside." I lick my lips suggestively and walk quickly away. Passing the counter, Jake mutters a warning to me. Something about the guy being crazy. I'm sure Jake would think I'm even crazier if he knew how much I wanted, needed actually, to submit to a brutal and painful encounter.
I go out the door and walk quickly to the side alley that leads to a parking area behind the store. The big bruiser lumbers behind me. There are some overflowing garbage cans in the dimly lit parking lot. The smell of rotting food competes with stale urine where bookstore customers have peed.
I decide the filthy space between the garbage cans is a fitting place for my debasement. I drop to my knees. My legs are slightly spread and my horny ass is up. My face is down in an odoriferous puddle.
My balls, hanging between my legs, prove to be an irresistible target. When his heavy shoe connects, the pain is so intense it leaves me breathless and unable to scream. I don't pass out and manage to maintain my position of submission. He kicks my balls again but not quite as hard and then walks around me, kicking me once in the ribs.
Gasping for breath, I turn my head to one side. Through my tears, I see a couple of men have followed us to witness my beating and whatever comes afterward. I hope the show turns them on.
My tormenter is standing in front of me unbuckling his leather belt. He drops his pants to reveal underpants that can't conceal his thick cock.
Before he can lower his gray undershorts I say “Please, let me do it," He grabs my hair and pulls my head up to face his cock. On my knees worshiping a man's cock and balls is where I like to be.
The only thing that would make it better is having my hands tied behind my back but that's not happening tonight. I put my hands behind me anyway, to deny myself the pleasure of caressing the object of my desire.
He grabs my head and smashes my face into his delightfully bulging underpants. My lips and tongue go to work automatically, kissing and licking his cotton-covered cock. I snag the waistband with my teeth and pull downward. I go slow to prolong my mounting excitement as his thick (and getting thicker) venous member is exposed. He slaps my face to speed me up.
His cock, finally exposed and hard is about eight inches long, with a circumference of about eight inches. An enormous mushroom head graces the end. I don't get much time to admire this impressive man meat. Holding my head he shoves his cock down my throat. I can't breathe and his grip is unrelenting. I swallow to increase his pleasure. He groans and releases my head for a moment. I gasp for air and eagerly suck him back into my throat. I really am a glutton for punishment.
He fucks my face hard and fast and cums deep in my throat. He must not have had any release for some time. He came so fast. I was able to pull back and get some of his thick jism in my mouth, where I can savor the taste.
He finally pulls out and slaps my face back and forth. He hoses my face with a stream of piss and I open my mouth to catch his delicious golden elixir. He's through with me and walks away.
I get to my feet and see my audience has grown. Three guys are looking hopefully at me now. My throat is sore and I'm not eager to make it feel worse. I turn and face a brick wall. I bend over, my hands on the wall, and spread my legs.
“ Fuck my sissy ass,” I whisper hoarsely and give my big butt what I hope is an enticing shake.
The three guys close in on me and one grabs my hips, They all have their cocks out and are stroking themselves. The three take turns fucking me. No more drama or pain but my inner masochist is quiet now. I know I'll sleep well and wake up smiling tomorrow.
Back in the store with my balls swelling and hose torn, I strut around, teasing Jake. Cum is leaking from my well-used boi-pussy. I feel it trickling down my thigh. I won't wipe it off until I get home. The glistening rivulets brand me as a bareback slut for anyone to see.
I check out the 'Male 4 Male' ads in the digest and find one I know I'll reply to. It reads, “Whipping Ass and Planting My Seed” There's a phone number and a photo of a big hairy guy in leather. He's holding a short whip.
Limping now, I have to get home. I want a hot shower and need to put ice on my swollen testicles. Thankfully there's little traffic and no one wants to pick me up while I walk to the van.
I'll fight the urge for a few days but I know it's a losing battle. I'll soon pick up the phone and offer my body to the leather-clad sadist in the ad.
