Auto-Ride Made Me A Cross Dresser Whore - Part 1
I’m a male, and cross-dresses occasionally in private. After cross dressing I get hard and then get off rubbing my dick against bed. Sometimes I post my cross-dressing photos online and get excited by comments and chats. I fantasizes about being seduced/forced to cross-dress and made to serve like a whore by dominant stranger(s). I’m darkish brown, lean. Has little hair on my upper body. Thin. Have slender arms. Soft face. And thick lips. And finger thick but long. My butt is rather fine and have drawn good comments on online forums. My tummy is more or less and flat and my navel too had been praised. Some humiliating and double-meaning dialogs are in Hindi and rest in English. “300” I said. I was bargaining with a rickshaw driver over price. “Gaand mein loge hai kya, 300 mein wahan tak chodne keliye teri gaand bhi dena padega” “Ha kyun nahi tu pehle 300 mein chod de phir gaand le le” I was quite loud and people gathered around, the driver was taken aback. Everybody took my side and shouted at the driver. He agreed to take me. Somebody said I should give only 200 or so. But I said I’ll give him what I promised ie 300. People dispersed and we took off. I could see that the driver was still furious over what happened. Being close to midnight, road was deserted. In between he stopped by roadside and went out towards nearby bush which was well lit by streetlight. “Hey” “hey” I called out. Thujhe mera moot bhi chahiye kya? He glared at me. I sat back in silence. I was looking in his direction, he shamelessly flashed his cock at me and started peeing looking at me. What kind a person choose to pee in public that too under light, when a few meters away is pitch dark, I turned around. Then he made some phone calls and got back into the auto. We took a turn, I then thought it may be a shortcut. Few minutes passed, we came across a couple asking for lift. The driver stopped by. If he could get some extra money it may cool him down I thought. So didn’t object sharing auto with a strange couple. The lady was wearing a saree. I couldn’t see her face for it was night. Surprisingly she sat by my side and her partner next to her. Our legs were touching. I tried shying away but then she spread her legs and made herself more comfortable. Now I had noway but to be in constant contact with her legs. Suddenly the auto jerked and she put her strong hands on my thighs and held on strongly. But she didn’t lift them afterwards and kept them there and her fingers were making small movements around my thigh. Her actions together with her perfume was getting me hard. I didn’t want her to find that out. So tried to lift her hand and place it away. But she took hold of my hand and placed it over her belly button under the pallu. Now I was so horny and didn’t care her partner was sitting nearby, may be she is a whore and he is her pimp I thought. I started caressing her tummy, finger her navel…. In the mean time auto had gone into some direction I had no idea of, but hadn’t realize. My hand was going down her navel and when it was about to enter her petticoat she jerked and let out a painful moan expressing some distress. At once two manly hands gripped mine. Holy shit!What if he is really her husband or so. He shouted at me with a foul mouth, Auto came to halt. I was pulled out of the auto by her partner, he was so strong that I fell on to my knees at once, that’s when I realize we were in a small, probably very unused road away from main road. He held me like that holding my hair. It was paining, I couldn’t move. Auto driver and the lady came and stood by. He started abusing me for molesting his wife. I tried telling him she is the one who started everything but he was not willing to believe. She whispered something to him and he got more angry and started pulling me by my legs. Now the auto-driver intervened and said he can’t let anything violent happen and is going to call police. I begged not to do that as I knew I would be the one who will be defamed. “If not then he will beat you to death, and I may get into trouble” Auto-driver said. “Please, I’ll apologize, madam please forgive me it was my mistake I’ll treat all woman with respect from now on, please leave me alone”. “Ok we will leave you alone but you must be punished for what you have done and you must also apologize properly”. Said the man. “But this is not the right place, people may notice and you will get into more trouble, we will go to our place, punish you properly and leave you in two hour, get back”. I started to get up. “No, you have no right to stand tall in front of us, crawl inside”. I had no option but to comply as I was at their mercy. In some time we reached an isolated house in some shady area of the city. My knees were paining from standing inside auto on knees all the while, they hadn’t let me sit. The lady opened doors and went inside and switched on lights. I got a clear view of her back, nice ass I thought to myself, but couldn’t manage a look at her face. “Crawl inside”. “You may join as a witness if you want”, He told the driver “and we need to drop him back later” he added. I crawled into their house. “Tum jaise logon se kutte behethar hai. Tujhe kuta ki taraj jeena chahiye, aaj tu humara kutta ban ja”. I nodded, tears started forming in my eyes. “Ro raha hai sala, tu kuta hai ya kutiya, check karte hain. Chal apne kapde utaar. Kuta ko nanga rahna chahiye. chal Utaar”. Slap! Slap! my cheeks burned, the more time I take the more the pain will be. I removed my jeans and t-shirt, he asked me to hand them over along with my purse and phone. I was now sitting on my knees with just a brief on. But they were not satisfied they wanted me to remove that as well. After another moment of hesitation and hard slap he told me not to remove it myself and stay on all fours. I did.