Date: Tue, 28 Nov 2023 16:51:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Shannon Christophe Subject: Video. Bill. The lady. A star. (Transgender/TV) Video. Bill. The lady. A star. "I wish there were ads on the page" said no one ever. Keep Nifty online and ad-free. Donate today! * * * I met Bill at the local Adult Video Arcade. I usually went there on weekends, but it was a rainy Tuesday evening and I was bored and horny, so I got dolled up and drove over. I paid the cover charge and stepped through the door leading to the back rooms. I turned right to go into the big theater. There were a few people there, but they'd already partnered up or were content to be alone, so I walked over to the small theater. Empty. There was a pretty hot scene on the screen, so I watched for a bit, rubbing my hard cock through my black pencil skirt. I turned to head into the video booth area and bumped into a man coming through the door. He'd have been a couple of inches taller than me if I wasn't in heels, about fifteen years older, with a ring of white hair surrounding his head, a matching mustache, and sharp blue eyes behind glasses. He wore a button-down shirt, suit pants, and dress loafers. Maybe he'd come from the office. I nodded an apology at him, and when I passed, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he had turned to follow me. I looked back at him and smiled, letting him know the attention was welcome. I led him to the single-occupant booths and stepped into one at the end of the row. One that I knew had a nice glory hole. I heard the door of the booth beside it open and close, and the lock clicked. I was already on my knees when a gorgeous cock slipped through the hole in the wall. It was about six inches long, not too thick, and cut. There was already a small drop of pre-cum hanging on the tip, and I stuck out my tongue and lapped it up. I heard a grunt from the other side, and he pushed up against the wall even further. I wrapped my whore-red lips around that beautiful shaft and started sliding back and forth, keeping a tight seal with my mouth and tickling the underside with my tongue. He started to match my rhythm, actively fucking my face now. I was anticipating getting a nice load from him when he suddenly pulled out. I heard the rustle of fabric and then the sound of his door unlocking. I was just starting to feel disappointed when there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see him standing there. "Follow me," he said. I did. There was a row of small private rooms which separated the two theater spaces. They could be accessed from either side, and he had me wait at the door to one of them. He went back to the desk to pay for a key, then opened the door for me to enter. When the doors were locked, he turned back to me and started unbuttoning the red satin blouse I was wearing. He threw the fabric aside to find the sexy black bra underneath. He groped my tits through the lacy fabric and pinched a nipple as I reached behind me to pull down the zipper on my skirt. It fell to the floor, revealing my matching panties, black garter belt, and lacy black stockings. "God damn you're a sexy lady," he said. He quickly unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, then pushed them and his boxers to his ankles. He sat down on the couch, slid out of his shoes, and kicked the clothing to the side. Then he leaned back and spread his legs. His hard cock sprang up from a thicket of gray and white pubic hair, and I got on my knees between his legs as he unbuttoned his shirt. His chest hair matched. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me onto that delicious cock, and I sucked and slurped along the whole length. I tightened my lips at intervals as his dick slipped in and out of my mouth, leaving lipstick rings. He moaned and grunted, enjoying the blowjob, and pre-cum was leaking all over. Once again, I was ready for a mouthful of hot spunk, and once again, he stopped before he came. He put his hand under my chin and lifted my face to meet his eyes. "Such a talented little cocksucking whore," he said. "You want to be my fuck toy?" "Yes, please, Daddy." I said. "Turn around, bitch." I spun around to face the back wall. He fished around in his pants pocket and came up with a lubed condom. He tore it open and quickly slid it over his hard-on, then kneeled behind me. His fingers curled inside the waistband of my nylon panties, and he slid them down. I lifted my knees so he could pull them off entirely, then leaned down to push my ass a little higher. I felt his hands on my hips, and I reached back to spread my cheeks for him. The tip of his cock nudged around my asshole as he lined up, then he started gently pushing. He took his time, slowly slipping deeper into my ass. I closed my eyes as his cock filled me up. God it felt good. He paused a moment when he was totally sheathed inside me, then pulled back just a little. I moaned. He came all the way in again, then pulled back a little further. It wasn't long before he was fucking me in earnest, and I reveled in being used by this dominant man. "Fuck me good, Daddy. Make me your slut." "Take that cock, bitch. Ride it!" I pushed back just as hard as he pushed forward, lost in the thrill of giving everything to this man. I heard his breath catch, and he slammed against my ass, his cock impaling me thoroughly. He grunted from deep in his chest, and I felt a river of hot cum flood my asshole. It turned me on so much, I came, too, without once touching my own rock-hard dick. Once he'd finished emptying his balls inside me, he pulled out and got back on the couch. He pulled off the condom and leaned back while I licked his cock clean. "Good girl," he said with a smile, and I damn near came again. We both started putting our clothes back on, and as I finished buttoning up my blouse, he handed me his phone. "Give me your number," he said, and I was happy to. He also handed me one of his business cards. Bill Ellis, it read. "My wife and I are having a little get together this weekend," he informed me. "A few friends coming over for dinner. I'd love for you to star as the entertainment." "Just text me the details," I said. "Good girl." Enjoy crossdressing and/or crossdressers? Me too! And I love hearing from readers. Did my story turn you on? Let me know. Better yet, show me! (That invitation is open to men, women, and gurls.) shannon.christophe@yahoo.com ;)