Real story dating from this Sunday, September 26.Such deflowering has happened to me several times in my libertine life, thanks to the femininity that is hidden in me. But this last meeting is so nice that it deserves a special story.It had been months since I had crossed-dress, having lost a little motivation, and practicing more and more activities with "pure juice" gays who don't like femininity, therefore hate transvestites ( unlike the old pictures of the mad cage).So I let myself grow the hair of the legs, and the goat, of course that I maintained carefully.Following a relationship problem, my fantasies of feminization and submission came back en masse. So I decided to have my swimsuit waxed again, and to wear girls' panties every day, as “serious” transvestites do, for the sake of softness, or to get used to it (I also have a another fantasy is to assume all of this in a gym locker room… but that will no doubt be the subject of a future story).So I quickly do a rough “mowing” for the legs and pubic area, and a very, very close shave for the face, a little makeup. I put on my fake breasts, cover it with a pretty mesh bodysuit not hiding much, and especially open at the crotch, and I cover my material with fishnet-type panties too ... sexy and the rest will confirm it to me.An hour and 55 km later, I arrive at Sunbeach, the Chambéry sauna. I am immediately quite surprised by the large attendance. Certainly at 4 p.m. a lot of guys are already leaving, but the impression of crowds in the small locker room has nothing to envy that of some Parisian saunas. Gay or straight? Presence of women or not? These are the questions I ask myself, because my outfit repels gays, and attracts straight people who are not already in the hunt for "organic women" (the term used by trans mtf for "people born biologically speaking women") .Very quickly looks "scan" me from top to bottom, and hands caress me ... I find myself in a cabin with a mature guy but with a good erection, and I leave the door open so that we can be seen well and other tails show up. First phase of moderately satisfactory fun: the guy gently buggers my arched butt, many guys rinse their eyes in front of the stage, but only those of the 4th age and poorly maintained dare to come and get sucked ... Another phase will follow with some blowjobs , but after an hour I still hadn't really enjoyed myself, feeling that the straight guys were still having a little trouble getting into the cabin with me. I had to approach them in a more discreet setting.I had finally chosen my outfit very well: the mesh-mesh material supports the hammam I enter very well ... with my heels, which means that I do not go unnoticed. The great interest of the "Sun" hammam is its very dark area. There, the men barely watch who sucks them, as long as it's done well ... I tell a guy in his early fifties, well done, shaved sex. Hmmm ... quickly my mouth seems welcoming enough for him to suggest that I go to the cabin. He follows me in the one I choose, the coolest (my outfit keeps me a little warm). Out of respect for the mattresses I take off my heels, stretch out on the bed and start to fondle my anal pussy. My partner is thrilled and hard band. I approach my mouth to his cock and take it delicately, without putting my hands."Um, you're a real bitch, and how good are you sucking!" » - Yeah I have a lot of experience… are you bi? straight?- Straight - I think I do a lot more things and often better than an organic woman - I don't doubt it!I continue like this for a while, and he offers to take me, which I accept immediately. Very large caliber, so a little difficult to enter, but my partner is perfectly listening.- Go smoothly, gently but firmly - Like this?- Yes… I feel quartered - Yet it's not the first time I imagine, that yo ...

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