Saher meets her beast
So here I am, covered in sheets. The sunlight was gazing behind the curtains. I woke up beside this beast. He was fast asleep, and I kept looking at him and what had happened last night. I searched for my inners and nighty. I don’t know why I wore that, but the silky lacy nighty fell warm on my naked body. I stood up and walked, but it hurt my virgin asshole where the beast had drilled me for the first time. I saw myself in the mirror, how girly I looked. Saher was the name he gave me. I said it loud while moving my fingers on my tits as I got lost in the events that happened last night. I was a 24-year boy interested in cross-dressing. One day I found this iss website where many boys like me used to upload Stories. This was there where I found my beast. His crossdresser girlfriend had uploaded a story. I replied to it, and thinking would take some tips about crossdressers. But on chatting, I found it was my crossdresser who had uploaded the experience of how he fucked his crossdresser girlfriend. I was afraid, but we kept chatting for 3 years without meeting. He wanted to meet me, but I was not ready. He waited for me patiently. During this year, I, too, grew. I started experimenting with girls’ clothes, but most of them were my mother’s. Beast didn’t like it and wanted me to wear sexy clothes. But for that, we had to meet. I used to edit my face and send it to him. He used to shag and cum on the pic and then send me those snaps. He talks about what he would do to me that would make me leak. With that, my masculinity used to leak too. So after 3 years of waiting, I asked him to meet. He told me to come to a place on the highway where there is a big ground. I was told to park my vehicle, and he will pick me up at 6 pm. The ride there was half an hour. But I felt goosebumps and butterflies in my stomach. The thought of being with him made me leak, but I was scared too. The fright of him being bad and making me do bad stuff was on my mind. I reached the place and was waiting. It was a busy road, and a car came and stopped near me. The guy inside didn’t speak. He made gestures with his eyes, telling me to come next to him as if he were calling a hooker. I felt insulted and naughty at the same time. I got in the car, and he zipped outside the area on the highway. He talked for 5 minutes. He said, “What are you waiting for, slutty? Get to work,” and he directed me to his dick. I bent over there while he drove. I started licking him over his pants. I was drooling over it. I unzipped his pants, licked his dirty underwear, and removed his tool. He said to get up as there were people nearby. His dick was out, and I sat, and we kept driving. We again reached an empty road. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pushed me to his crotch. I was making a gasping sound while sucking. But his strong grip was not allowing me to release myself. He kept pushing my mouth to his dick, and I kept sucking. We were driving on a riverside when two girls saw what I was doing from their car. They laughed at me, but I said, “Shut up, bitch. This beast is mine.” I gulped down all his cream with fun. He asked if I could stay out for the night, and I agreed. So he took me to a mall. First, he went to the ladies section. He took a nighty, an orange tube top, a red sari, a black t-shirt, and a skirt of my size. I was afraid that he would tell me to try it. My fear was right. He kept all of this in a bag and told me to go into the trial room, change it, and show me. I was scared. But I went to the men’s section, bought some t-shirts and went inside the men’s room. I removed all my clothes, including my inners and then wore the tube top. My small dick was not shaping up in it. I clicked some sexy photos and sent them to him. Then I tried on the saree and clicked the photos. I heard a knock on my door. I was scared, but the voice outside was his. He asked me to open the door. I was too scared that he might ask me to suck him there. I quickly changed clothes and came out. He got too angry. He held my hand and took me out. He bought all those and then took me to a makeup shop. I bought all the required makeup, and then we drove to Hyatt. It was my first time in an expensive hotel. He took me to his room. There was a massive room. As we went inside, he held the door for me. I was looking at the room when he pulled me and pinned me to the door. He held my hands high over my head with his one hand. Then he lifted my face with the other. I was struggling to get free when he kissed me. He bit my lips. I screamed, but still, he kept kissing me. When he left me, I gasped for breath with a bloody lip. He again pounced on me, and this time he bit my neck and shoulder. He hastily tore my top. I fell when he pulled my jeans, and I was nude in the room. Then he walked back and stood while I lay on the ground nude. “Come over here,” he pointed to his crotch. I walked on all four to his crotch. I gave him the best blowjob. As he was about to cum, he sprayed it all over my face and specs. I sat on my knees, breathing hard. He threw the bag over me and told me to get ready. I went inside the washroom and saw my cum covered face, and felt slutty. I licked everything, and then I started with my crossdresser expertise. I first took out every inch of hair from my body. Then I used scissors to make the black tees into a sleeveless blouse. Then I put on makeup and a red saree. I used to hair a pony for the haircut was not an issue. I used thick red lipstick bangles and came out. He was outside on the balcony when I walked out to him. He held me by my waist, pulled me near him, and stood there. There was a marriage party going on on the ground floor. We stood on the 2nd floor. People looked at us, but I think they didn’t identify me. I was getting aroused due to it. I said to him let’s go inside. He lifted me in his arms and took me in. He threw me onto the bed.