My name is Anthony, I am very petite, gay, girl-like, love dressing in female clothes and being dominated by big guys. I look so much like a girl I gave got off with guys in the past and they have only realised when their hand entered my knickers. I have been beaten up badly and sometimes almost left for dead after having my groin kicked in by a straight but horny builder.
I left home a year ago, I live in Southampton, work as a bank teller, and during the day to most people look like an efeminate male. I'm pretty much a loner however I do have a wonderful girlfriend who sometimes lends me her knickers and make-up. We play together and have even experimented with sex.
I would usually cruise the clubs in the gay area of Southampton, and on the night in question I had been to the Doves, a gay bar on Eastern Avenue. I had spent a lot of time tonight preparing myself, foundation cream, shaved myself, eye make-up, deep red glossy lipstick. I had small breast implants which really finished off the entire ensemble.
I sat drinking a cocktail and smoking a dunhill in the Doves when I was approached by a tall black guy, probably in his late twenties. We sat and chatted for a while, our legs brushing. he lit me another cigarette and sat with his hand caressing my leg.
I decided to come clean, so I got onto the subject of transvestites, he laughed and said he knew I was one and he was really turned on by them. We laughed together and he bought me another drink. The more he drunk, the more his personality changed, he started to say agressive thinks and occasionally would tweak my breast and once actually squeezed my cock. I didn't mind as I enjoyed being dominated.
My hand rested on his lap with my pinky resting on the bulge in his pants. He was getting quite horny and took my hand roughly, "C'mon sweetheart you need to sort me out" he said as he dragged me from the bar.
We stumbled out into the car park at the back of the club, me being dragged trying to keep up with him in my high heels.
He pushed me back into a doorway, my head hit the wall and I tried to push him back, he was way too big, I was pushed onto my knees, he unzipped his trousers, his large sweaty cock was thrust into my face, my mouth was forced open and he felt so large, it tasted strong and probably hand't been washed for a while. His other hand was holding my hair tight, I could always swallow a big cock so I didn't gag and simply decided to enjoy the experience rather than fight. I was just getting into it when he pulled me up, his big hand reached up my dress and into my knickers and found my cock, he was rough and pulled me about with my cock, I was hard and he seemed to like it, although I am petite I am well endowed, he tossed me off and i came quickly in his big hands. I was then thrown over a pile of crates in the doorway and he ripped my knickers off.
His finger found my ass hole and he roughly fingered it, I started to cry, my ass was so sore, he didnt stop, I felt the end of his cock push up against my anus, and he then thrust into me, I yelled but he put his hand over my mouth, he thrust deep and I begged him to cum, to get it over with. He went on for about 3 minutes which seemed forever, I could feel him coming and at the point of no return he spun me round and his cock was back in my mouth, both hands were now on the back of my head and he came into my mouth with so much ferocity that I almost fainted.
He laid back on the crate and breathed deeply. I stood up, my mouth full of his liquid, I swallowed what was left and we sat back together. I found my cigarettes and we sat and smoked together, I cried, he looked into my face and kissed me tenderly on the lips, "I love you" I said.