A Night of Firsts:
A Night of Firsts: A Crossdressing Teen's Encounter with a Dominant Black Man
It was a humid summer night, and I was 18 years old, driving around in my beat-up old car. I was dressed in a tight red mini-dress, fishnet stockings, and sky-high heels. I had been cross-dressing for a couple of years now, and I loved the way it made me feel - sexy, confident, and a little bit dangerous.
At first, dressing up in private was enough for me. But as time went on, I found myself wanting more. I started going for drives, pulling into empty parking lots, and exposing myself to strange men. I got a thrill out of the risk, the possibility of getting caught. And, of course, I loved the feeling of power that came from bringing these men to their knees with just a flash of my bare legs.
I had sucked a few cocks here and there, but I had never let anyone inside me. I was still a virgin, and the idea of being penetrated was both terrifying and exhilarating.
That's why, when I ran out of cigarettes late one night, I found myself sashaying into a convenience store, my heart pounding in my chest. The clerk was a tall, imposing figure - at least 6'6" and 280 lbs. He had dark skin, a shaved head, and a thick beard. He eyed me up and down as I approached the counter, a look of bad intent in his eyes.
"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" he growled, his voice deep and gravelly.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I need a pack of cigarettes," I said, my voice trembling.
He slid the pack across the counter towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. "That'll be five bucks."
I fumbled in my purse for my wallet, my hands shaking. As I pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill, I looked up at him and made my offer. "I'll suck your cock for a pack of cigarettes," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Is that right?" he said, leaning forward on the counter.
I nodded, my heart racing. I was terrified, but I was also excited. I wanted this, needed it.
He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. "You better be ready to back that up, ***********," he growled, his breath hot on my face.
Before I knew what was happening, he had slapped me across the cheek, hard. I yelped in surprise, tears springing to my eyes.
"You think you can just offer yourself up like that and not have to face the consequences?" he sneered, grabbing my tiny cock and balls and squeezing them in his iron grip.
I whimpered, the pain shooting through my body like a bolt of lightning. "I'm sorry," I gasped, my voice barely audible.
He chuckled, his grip loosening slightly. "This is what you get for being a cock tease," he said, his voice low and menacing.
He pushed me down to my knees, my face level with his crotch. I could see the bulge in his pants, and I knew what I had to do.
I reached up and undid his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle. He watched me, his eyes dark and intense. When I finally managed to get his pants undone, his cock sprang free, long and thick and already half-hard.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his skin. I started to suck, gently at first, then harder as he moaned with pleasure.
He grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to take him deeper. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.
He started to thrust, his hips moving in time with my sucks. I could feel him getting harder, bigger, and I knew he was close.
"You better swallow every drop, ***********," he growled, his voice low and warning.
I nodded, my mouth full of cock. I could feel him tensing up, his thrusts getting harder and faster.
And then, with a loud grunt, he came, his hot cum filling my mouth and spilling down my chin. I swallowed, my throat working to take in every drop.
When he was finished, he pulled out of my mouth, his cock still dripping with cum. He looked down at me, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Good girl," he said, patting me on the head.
I got to my feet, my legs shaky. I reached for the pack of cigarettes, but he slapped my hand away.
"That was just the appetizer," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Now it's time for the main course."
He reached down and grabbed my tiny cock, his fingers encircling it completely. I gasped as he started to stroke, his grip firm and confident.
"I'm going to fuck you now, ***********," he said, his voice low and commanding. "And you're going to take it like the slut you are."
I nodded, my mind spinning. I was scared, but I was also excited. I wanted this, needed it.
He pushed me down onto the floor, my back against the cold tile. He grabbed my legs, spreading them wide apart.
"Please," I whimpered, my voice trembling.
He chuckled, his fingers tracing a line down my thigh. "Please what?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Please be gentle," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled again, his fingers finding my hole. "Oh, I'll be gentle, ***********," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But not in the way you're hoping."
He pushed his fingers inside me, hard, and I cried out in pain. He started to move them, in and out, his fingers slick with my juices.
"That's it, ***********," he growled, his fingers moving faster and harder. "You like that, don't you?"
I nodded, my mind spinning. It hurt, but it also felt good, too good. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
And then, with one final thrust, he pushed his fingers all the way inside me, his knuckles pressing against my hole. I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure.
He pulled his fingers out, his hand glistening with my juices. He reached down and grabbed his cock, positioning it at my entrance.
"Here we go, ***********," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
He pushed inside me, hard, and I screamed, the pain shooting through my body like a bolt of lightning. He started to move, his hips moving in time with my cries.
"Oh, fuck, yes," he grunted, his thrusts getting harder and faster. "You feel so good, ***********. So fucking tight."
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body shaking with pleasure. And then, with one final thrust, I came, my orgasm ripping through my body like a tidal wave.
He kept moving, his thrusts getting harder and faster until, with a loud grunt, he came, too, his hot cum filling me up and spilling out onto the floor.
He pulled out, his cock still dripping with cum. He looked down at me, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"You did good, ***********," he said, patting me on the head.
I got to my feet, my legs shaky. I reached for the pack of cigarettes again, and this time, he let me have them.
I walked out of the store, my body still shaking with pleasure. I knew I would never forget this night, this experience.
It was a night of firsts - my first time being fucked, my first time being dominated, my first time being treated like a slut.
And as I drove home, the pack of cigarettes clutched in my hand, I knew one thing for sure - I couldn't wait to do it again.
It was a humid summer night, and I was 18 years old, driving around in my beat-up old car. I was dressed in a tight red mini-dress, fishnet stockings, and sky-high heels. I had been cross-dressing for a couple of years now, and I loved the way it made me feel - sexy, confident, and a little bit dangerous.
At first, dressing up in private was enough for me. But as time went on, I found myself wanting more. I started going for drives, pulling into empty parking lots, and exposing myself to strange men. I got a thrill out of the risk, the possibility of getting caught. And, of course, I loved the feeling of power that came from bringing these men to their knees with just a flash of my bare legs.
I had sucked a few cocks here and there, but I had never let anyone inside me. I was still a virgin, and the idea of being penetrated was both terrifying and exhilarating.
That's why, when I ran out of cigarettes late one night, I found myself sashaying into a convenience store, my heart pounding in my chest. The clerk was a tall, imposing figure - at least 6'6" and 280 lbs. He had dark skin, a shaved head, and a thick beard. He eyed me up and down as I approached the counter, a look of bad intent in his eyes.
"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" he growled, his voice deep and gravelly.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I need a pack of cigarettes," I said, my voice trembling.
He slid the pack across the counter towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. "That'll be five bucks."
I fumbled in my purse for my wallet, my hands shaking. As I pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill, I looked up at him and made my offer. "I'll suck your cock for a pack of cigarettes," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Is that right?" he said, leaning forward on the counter.
I nodded, my heart racing. I was terrified, but I was also excited. I wanted this, needed it.
He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. "You better be ready to back that up, ***********," he growled, his breath hot on my face.
Before I knew what was happening, he had slapped me across the cheek, hard. I yelped in surprise, tears springing to my eyes.
"You think you can just offer yourself up like that and not have to face the consequences?" he sneered, grabbing my tiny cock and balls and squeezing them in his iron grip.
I whimpered, the pain shooting through my body like a bolt of lightning. "I'm sorry," I gasped, my voice barely audible.
He chuckled, his grip loosening slightly. "This is what you get for being a cock tease," he said, his voice low and menacing.
He pushed me down to my knees, my face level with his crotch. I could see the bulge in his pants, and I knew what I had to do.
I reached up and undid his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle. He watched me, his eyes dark and intense. When I finally managed to get his pants undone, his cock sprang free, long and thick and already half-hard.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his skin. I started to suck, gently at first, then harder as he moaned with pleasure.
He grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to take him deeper. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.
He started to thrust, his hips moving in time with my sucks. I could feel him getting harder, bigger, and I knew he was close.
"You better swallow every drop, ***********," he growled, his voice low and warning.
I nodded, my mouth full of cock. I could feel him tensing up, his thrusts getting harder and faster.
And then, with a loud grunt, he came, his hot cum filling my mouth and spilling down my chin. I swallowed, my throat working to take in every drop.
When he was finished, he pulled out of my mouth, his cock still dripping with cum. He looked down at me, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Good girl," he said, patting me on the head.
I got to my feet, my legs shaky. I reached for the pack of cigarettes, but he slapped my hand away.
"That was just the appetizer," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Now it's time for the main course."
He reached down and grabbed my tiny cock, his fingers encircling it completely. I gasped as he started to stroke, his grip firm and confident.
"I'm going to fuck you now, ***********," he said, his voice low and commanding. "And you're going to take it like the slut you are."
I nodded, my mind spinning. I was scared, but I was also excited. I wanted this, needed it.
He pushed me down onto the floor, my back against the cold tile. He grabbed my legs, spreading them wide apart.
"Please," I whimpered, my voice trembling.
He chuckled, his fingers tracing a line down my thigh. "Please what?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Please be gentle," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled again, his fingers finding my hole. "Oh, I'll be gentle, ***********," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But not in the way you're hoping."
He pushed his fingers inside me, hard, and I cried out in pain. He started to move them, in and out, his fingers slick with my juices.
"That's it, ***********," he growled, his fingers moving faster and harder. "You like that, don't you?"
I nodded, my mind spinning. It hurt, but it also felt good, too good. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
And then, with one final thrust, he pushed his fingers all the way inside me, his knuckles pressing against my hole. I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure.
He pulled his fingers out, his hand glistening with my juices. He reached down and grabbed his cock, positioning it at my entrance.
"Here we go, ***********," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
He pushed inside me, hard, and I screamed, the pain shooting through my body like a bolt of lightning. He started to move, his hips moving in time with my cries.
"Oh, fuck, yes," he grunted, his thrusts getting harder and faster. "You feel so good, ***********. So fucking tight."
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body shaking with pleasure. And then, with one final thrust, I came, my orgasm ripping through my body like a tidal wave.
He kept moving, his thrusts getting harder and faster until, with a loud grunt, he came, too, his hot cum filling me up and spilling out onto the floor.
He pulled out, his cock still dripping with cum. He looked down at me, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"You did good, ***********," he said, patting me on the head.
I got to my feet, my legs shaky. I reached for the pack of cigarettes again, and this time, he let me have them.
I walked out of the store, my body still shaking with pleasure. I knew I would never forget this night, this experience.
It was a night of firsts - my first time being fucked, my first time being dominated, my first time being treated like a slut.
And as I drove home, the pack of cigarettes clutched in my hand, I knew one thing for sure - I couldn't wait to do it again.
6 months ago