Gloryhole crossdressing slut

Early on, I kept my desires separated. Dressing up was only done at home and usually on the weekends. If I did go out, I would go to adult bookstores and enjoy sucking unknown cocks at the gloryhole booths. The booths were almost as filthy as the images on the screen, but hey, it’s practice, right? Finally I had gotten up the courage to let somebody see me and suck cock as a woman.
For safety reasons I decided to underdress and bring some makeup and a wig and breasts in a backpack. My satin panties and bra felt soothing under my fall clothes as I took the Ashland Ave. bus to the bookstore by the dive bar near Belmont. I had never been to this one, but the bar I felt was sure to bring in the drunk and horny. Inside I paid my fee and made a beeline to the booth. I shed my man and put on my woman by the light of the porn on the screen. My makeup looked good, the skirt fit great, the heels were stunning, and the wig made me look like a bimbo. It wasn’t long after that that there was a knock at my door. I was nervous, but this was the moment I was waiting for, my calling and purpose. I unlocked the door and let my suitor enter. He was an old, gray, drunk hillbilly. Oh well, I am a slut and this is what sluts do. He manhandled me, squeezing and rubbing me everywhere he wanted as the smell of stale beer filled the booth. He ripped open his pants and grabbed my hand, putting it by his crotch. He may have been drunk, but he was hung great and still not hard.
“You look real purty in that skirt, I’d like some of you I reckon.” Well, he was going to get exactly what he wanted. I remained silent, letting him have his way with me. He pushed me to my knees into the puddles of cum and grabbed his cock and my head. I opened my mouth knowing what he wanted and what was expected of me. I took him in as much as he would force, feeling him get hard across my tongue. The nervousness had left me and I was settled into my roll as his little slut with the pink lips. I took his cock with every thrust, swirling my lips around his hard shaft, offering no resistance to his will and his dick. As I ran my tongue across his head I could taste his pre cum and feel his head pulse. I knew what I was in store for and looked up at him with wide eyes, begging with my gaze for what I knew I was in store for. He placed both his hands on my head, that was my signal. I took his cock all the way in my mouth ad felt him spurt his load into me. There was so much cum I would be surprised if he was able to cum again in a month. I swallowed most of it, but had some dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. He zipped up his pants and thanked me as I was on my knees and left, leaving the booth door wide open for all to see what and who he did. I reached for the door for privacy, in a daze at what I had just done. It was a dream as well as an awakening. There would be no going back for me from this point on.