Life of the Party

 

Life of the Party

Yeah, she could a bitch at times.  Especially when she wasn’t the center of attention.  Which, these days, happened a lot more than it used to.  And she’s no one else to blame for that but herself.

I’m not sure what she saw in me when she first hit me up for a date.  She was sexy as hell and always the life of the party.  I was more the shy guy who hung out in the background.  Maybe that attracted her in that she figured she could overwhelm with her attentions.  She was right about that!  I loved it.  And was soon doing anything she asked just to keep her attention on me!

Shaving down so I was nice and smooth for her?  Sure thing!  Growing my hair out and letting her girlfriends at the salon style it?  You bet!  I was hesitant at first when she brought out her strap-on.  But, damn! Did she know how to use it!  She had me hooked and it was glorious!

I didn’t even bother questioning it when she said she wanted to play dress up games.  Sure, I was a guy but she was the one with the bigger dick and boy oh boy could she drive me to these eye rolling climaxes with it.  So, no, I didn’t argue when she had me dress like a girl - I was getting fucked like one anyway so why should that have been a problem!

The chastity cage was kinky occasional fun at first.  I didn’t much like it but couldn’t deny that the sex was more intense on the times she let me out of it.  That those times got longer and longer between them just made those orgasms that much deeper.  And I actually came to like that sort of low level horniness I stayed in with the cage being on.

Three ways with one of her girlfriends were always awesome.  They still were awesome when I was dressed up as a girl and they both whipped out their strap-ons!  They got even better though, when it was her, me and one of her boyfriends  I learned that a real cock is always better than a strap-on!

I was in “girl mode” all the time by that point so she didn’t have to do much persuading to get me on to the hormones.  “It’ll do wonders for your skin and your hair” she told me.  Well, I was routinely getting fucked silly by her, her girlfriends, and some of their boyfriends too. It had been ages since I last had my cock in her pussy so I didn’t really miss not getting a hardon once the girly juice had been pumped into me enough.

I liked the changes.  They did make me look girlier.  When one of her boyfriends - yeah, she has lots of other boyfriends.  She’s a slut! - suggested I was femme enough that I should try doing porn I thought it’d be fun.  It was.  It also started earning me some good cash.  That some guys were willing to offer me even more cash for “private performances” was a surprise.  A profitable surprise.  That’s what eventually paid for my tits.  And for the work on my face.
And now here I am.  It’s been a couple years.  But now I’m just as much the “party girl” as she ever was.  And I’m just as popular with the guys.  In no few times though, I’m even more popular!

Like right here tonight, for instance.  I think she looks great.  Yeah, she’s put on a little weight over these years but she’s still sexy as hell.  Not my fault if the guys here are paying more attention to me now.  She chose her outfit for tonight’s party, I chose mine.  Yeah, mine didn’t include a bra.  Hers did.  She’s wearing pants.  I’m not.  And I’m not wearing panties either.  

Her choices. My choices

That the guys like the fact that my titties pop out of my skimpy dress more easily than they can get at hers isn’t my fault.  And I really like the crowd at these parties.  Only a few of the guys don’t like what they find between my legs.  When their fingers wrap ‘round my little clitty instead of pushing into the snatch they expected most of ‘em will either laugh and slap me on that ass for being such a tease. I try and be apologetic about it and ask ‘em what I could do to make up for it?  Like a blow job or a quick fuck, perhaps?  The ones not into it just say no and move on.

The crowd here is like that.  The bouncers here at the club also make sure no one gets stupid about it either.

So, yeah, I’m lovin’ it now.  This stud behind me is getting my fires burning something fierce.  I like it when big hard men take to mauling me.  That’s why I got these titties in the first place!  And the combo of him groping my tits while rubbing my clitty between his fingers is turning me on even more.  And from the hardness in his jeans that he’s pressing into my butt, I think I’m turning him on to.

Now the only question is whether he’s gonna want me to take care of him in one of the bathroom stalls here at the party or it’ll be back at his place.  The night’s still young enough where I could manage both.  Or get plowed by him in one of those stalls now and still be up for finding some other stud to take me back to his place later.  Yeah, I’m a slut too!

So, yes, I’m enjoying being the life of the party now.  It’s not my fault I’m the center of attention here.  She made me this way.  And I love it!