Archive-name: Changes/hoteltv.txt
Archive-author: Wendi Robertson
Archive-title: Hotel TV


At the seminar I met Raymond Dumont in the hotel lounge.  Our  conversation
touched on the subject of transvestites--men who enjoy dressing in  women's
clothing.  I couldn't get that thought out of my mind during the night.  It
had  been a long time since I had dressed.  I finally went to  sleep  after
masturbating  while fantasizing that I was dressed beautifully  in  women's
clothing and being screwed by my new friend Raymond Dumont.

The  next  day I went on a shopping spree for women's clothing.   I  rushed
back  to  my hotel room and hurriedly removed all my  delectable  items  of
women's clothing from their packages.  I then stripped off my male clothing
and proceeded to the immense joy of dressing.  I first put on my black size
42B  foundation, full bra.  I instantly had an erection as I  adjusted  the
bra.   I placed the supple silicon bra pads into my bra.  Then I put on  my
matching  black  waist  cincher with garters.  Then  I  sat,  my  throbbing
erection  jutting  out,  and  donned my sheer  nylon  stockings.   Oh,  the
stockings  felt  so  good clinging to my legs.  I  carefully  attached  the
garter  clips  to the stockings.  Then I stood and admired  myself  in  the
mirror.  I took my erection and placed it flat up against my tummy under my
waist  cincher.  Then I grabbed my beautiful black full panty  briefs  with
lace around the waist band and the thigh openings--the type of lacy garment
that says "I want to be screwed so very much!"  I placed my stockinged feet
through  the  panties and brought the delightful garment up  my  nylon-clad
legs until my buttocks and groin were encased in lace and frills.
  Next came my black full slip, also with much lace and frills.  Over my
head  came the slip until it was sexily clinging to my  now-feminine  body.
Then  I  sat  before the vanity and carefully applied makeup  to  my  face:
rouge, eye liner, and ruby red lipstick to my pouting lips.  I then  placed
my pretty pearl choker about my neck and the matching pearl bracelet on  my
right wrist.  I was really taking on the appearance of a sexy wench.
  I took my pretty red pumps out of their box and sat down in the  chair
to put them on.  Once on, I almost swooned at the sight of my feet in  such
sexy  hi heel shoes.  I then snapped into place on my left ankle  the  gold
anklet chain I had purchased.  Then out of the wig box came my blonde, page
boy wig.  I carefully placed it on my head and combed it out.  I now saw  a
totally sexy woman looking back at me from the mirror.  The image I saw was
me  dressed  in  women's clothing and wearing women's  makeup  and  a  sexy
woman's page boy wig.

My  penis  was really throbbing hard by this time.  I  felt  my  balls
through  the silk of my slip and silken panties.  I felt up my legs  to  my
nylon-clad  thighs and buttocks and I said out loud,  "Oh, I'm  so  pretty,
and I'm so horny.  I wish Raymond were here with me."
  From  behind the curtains I heard a voice,  "Darling, I am  here."   I
was  shocked.  Raymond came out from behind the curtain.  He was naked  and
had  an immense erection.  I was mortified and shocked, yet also  thrilled.
Emotional waves swept throughout my body, culminating in sexual feelings in
my groin and effeminate penis.  My voice trembled as I said,  "Oh  Raymond.
I'm  so embarrassed."  He replied,  "I KNEW you were a TV, baby."  I  tried
to run to the bathroom to lock myself in.  It was no use.  Raymond  grabbed
me as I attempted to flee, and he was much stronger than me.  He placed his
arms about my waist and pressed his groin against my slip and panty encased
buttocks.  I could feel his hot, rigid erection against my bum.  Still more
intense  emotional  waves once again swept throughout my body,  once  again
culminating as intense sexual feelings in my groin and effeminate penis.  I
thought  I  was  going to have a spontaneous orgasm.  The  feeling  of  his
powerful  erection pressing against my panty-clad bum was overwhelming!   I
trembled and said,

    "Oh,  Raymond.  This is suppose to be my secret."  His right  hand
reached under my slip and rested against my right knee.  He began to kiss the
back of  my neck as his hand felt up my leg and up my inner thigh.  He found
my throbbing  hard penis and placed his hand on it, saying,  "This proves  you
want to share your little secret with me, darling."
  With  this,  he forced me to the bed and pulled down the  covers.   He
made me get on my knees and bend over.  He placed a couple of pillows under
my tummy to prop me up.  He raised my slip and pulled my panties down until
they  were dangling over my right ankle.  I cried and said,  "What are  you
doing?"  He said, "I'm going to give you exactly what you want, you  sissy,
queer  bitch."  Then, he took some of my vanishing cream and applied it  to
my  anus  and  to his manly penis.  Desire overcame me, and  out  came  the
unbridled  truth,   "Oh, Raymond darling...I do want you so  to  screw  me.
Take  me, my dearest lover!"  He lustfully replied,  "that's more like  it,
my  sweet pussy."  With this I could feel his cockhead pressing against  my
anus.  He commanded, with much lust in his voice,  "Relax, my darling slut,
and  my  cock will enter you much easier."  I relaxed and  could  feel  his
rigid penis slowly fill my anus, until he was fully inside me.
    He was now still, but the filling presence of his rigid cock in my anus
was the  center of my thought and being.  The sexual feelings I now felt in
my groin and effeminate penis radiated to my anus and buttocks.  I felt  again
like  I  was going to spontaneously ejaculate.  I  began  to  involuntarily
squirm  a bit, which caused my rock-hard penis to become free of  my  waist
cincher.   I  whimpered,  "Oh  darling, screw me  and  jack  me  off."   My
masterful  male  lover began a heavenly slow in-and-out  thrusting  of  his
rigid  penis inside my sissy anus.  He reached around my thigh and  grabbed
my  very  rigid  dick.  he began to slowly stroke  me.   I  whimpered,  "Oh
darling.   Do  me, do me.  But, don't stroke my dickette too fast  or  I'll
come  too  quickly  in your masterful hand."  He began to screw  me  a  bit
faster,  and  lustfully  said,  "Oh fuck,  fuck,  Wendi...you  slut.   Your
fucking queer pussy is so tight and feels so fucking good.  I love to  fuck
a  queer  dressed in women's clothing!"  The words shot through me  like  a
bullet.   Yes,  I was a queer in women's clothing.   Raymond's  rigid  cock
thrusting  deep  inside my anus, coupled with his stroking  of  my  equally
rigid sissy dickette proved my queerness beyond and question.  I whimpered,
"Oh,  darling!   Yes, I'm queer.  I'm your pretend lady.  And, I  love  and
need your steely rigid cock, my masterful lover!"  My reply excited Raymond
so, that he became an animal sex machine and began to rapidly fuck me.  The
repeated sound of his groin slapping against my ass in combination with the
squeaking  bed  springs drove me into a frenzy.  I though my  dickette  was
about  to  explode in his pumping hand.  Then, I could feel his  cock  grow
even  larger inside my anus, and he began to give me those tell-tale  short
strokes.  I began to moan in a high-pitched, very sissy voice, and he cried
out,  Take it, babe.  Oh, fuck! Fuck! Take my fucking cum, you queer bitch-
bastard!"  My groin was flooded with "that" feeling.  I shot my sissy  load
through  his  pumping  hand onto the bedsheets as  I  felt  him  powerfully
ejaculate deep inside my sissy anus.

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