It was just at the start of spring, a lovely balmy evening as the days began to stretch. In the post that morning I'd received the cutest pair of panties from an admirer, deep turquoise lacy thong. So soft and gentle on my little boi bits, and they all fitted in.
I decided to go for a little walk, just to feel the air up my skirt. Somehow I'd taken a few unusual turns and found myself in a little bit of a run down part of town. I could see up ahead a pub with some rough types drinking outside, but it looked like I'd be fine if I stuck to the other side of the road. Not too well lit there.
Just as I passed a terrace of older houses someone stepped out of the shadows, "Got a light Dearie", she was woman in her mid-forties, bleach blonde and a little plump. What used to be called 'blousey'. She cupped my hands to light her cigarette, then held them a little as she looked me dead in the eye.
Out of the blue I felt her put a hand up my skirt and grab my sissy bits, firmly. I tried to pull away but she gave a squeeze and I wan immobilised. "I thought so, sissy, you grrls are always so obvious!" I was panicking a bit and looking around for an escape route. "Don't even think about it, one yell from me and that lot will be over here like a shot. How far do you think you'd get in those heels!"
She led my down some steps into her dingy basement bedsit, and locked the door behind me. It smelled of dirty dishes and tobacco smoke, and her unmade bed looked pretty dishevelled. There was nowhere else to sit, so she guided me over to it. She then told me how her ex had been a crossdresser, and she knew what grrls like me liked.
Lying me back on the bed she spread my legs and simply tore my love panties right off, so now I was fully exposed to her gaze. "Such a tiny sissy knoblette, no wonder you prefer to dress like a girl!" Kneeling between my thighs she produced a tub of lube and a vibrator, "I've got a treat for you pansy."
Dipping the vibe deep into the white cream she presented the tip to my little pussy and shoved it straight in, pumping it a few times before turning it on. I was nearly in tears at such gruff forced sex, but suddenly she found that spot. You grrls know what I'm talking about. Tingles ran through my body and I was soon arching my back, squirming on that cock and moaning like the whore I'd instantly become.
Even my pretty much useless thingie was coming to life, and I could feel waves of pleasure running through it. It was actually hard!!
All the time I was wriggling and writhing under ministrations she was letting her drool drip down on me, my belly and doodle were soaked in her spit. Of course she was adding to the excitement by verbally abusing me and letting me know she knew just what I was going through.
Suddenly I felt myself explode all over my tummy, and hot come was squirting all over me! She withdrew, and while I was still basking in afterglow she stripped off. Laying her big floppy tits into my groin she wiped up all the goo down there and then shoved her nipples in my mouth to clean her off.
"Now it's my turn sissy, you're going to be my vibrator!" She lay down beside me and turned me to face her, grabbing my surprisingly still hard cock she guided it to her clit. I had to endure a few minutes of her boozy breath in my face while she essentially road me to her own orgasm. It was noisy and vigorous, and accompanied by some very unladylike language. Then she just laughed and squeezed me close to her.....and fell asleep!
It was a little while before I slipped from her embrace and walked home, knickerless, through the dark and thankfully quiet streets. It was only the next day I found I'd texted to a strange number. Of course it was her, and she now had my contact details. I wonder if she'll be in touch again!x
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