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NASTY GIRL
Here Cums William
By Miss Piss (2007)
Have I freaked you out yet? If you’re still following my tale at this point, I assume that strange things turn you on. To some people, nothing is weirder than and as fascinating as a hermaphrodite. In reality, there’s nothing weird about me. I am all human. I don’t want you to think I’m cocky, but I feel that I’m one sexy ass woman and one hell of a good looking man. I have a dick, and a well-hung one at that. It’s as manly as it can get. My pussy is quite a beauty; my husband worships it like a goddess. The rest of my body, such as my arms, legs, butt, and abs, is tough and muscular. I make a living off of being a physical therapist and a fitness trainer for male body builders, so my physical exterior proudly represents that. My breasts are exquisitely feminine, soft, and supple, not at all big, round, and busty, but enough to make my darling hubby extremely happy. While growing up I’ve had long, wild and thick black hair that reached down to my waist, but in time I had a fear of boredom and some rebellion against the image of the typical feminine American beauty. To make things exciting and different, I always changed my hair. I’ve had it short, curled, straight, braided, spiked, bald, dyed pink, blue, and purple, mohawked, any type of style, you name it, and I’ve had it done. My hair at this current moment of my life was very punk and boyish. I shaved my head for the third time and my hair was just growing in, covering every bit of my baldness. It made me deliciously androgynous, which is exactly the type of style that my husband and I get off on. He thinks I look mighty fine, so I’ve kept my hair that way. It was perfect for the task I was going to follow: fully transforming myself into a drag king.
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“Baby, I’m home!”
Michael had just got back from work at around 6 PM. I was waiting for him in the kitchen, pretending that I was busy washing the dishes or preparing dinner.
“I’m in the kitchen dear.”
When he walked in, his facial expression suggested that he had pissed in his pants at the sight of me. I was wearing 6-inch shiny black heels, classy black stockings, a Victorian white bustier, and a skin tight vinyl black skirt with a sheer white thong holding up my fully aroused hard-on dick. I sat barely inside of the sink, my legs crossed. I wore a pair of glasses that made me look like a hot and sexy, nerdy librarian.
“Fuck…Dina…”
“Come here boy…” I smirked, putting my head up high a little with a naughty sparkle in my eye. “I’ve been waiting all day long for you to come home.”
He walked towards me, completely stunned and speechless.
“Dina…you look so fucking unbelievably sexy…”
I grabbed him by the waist of his pants and forced him towards me. His crotch smashed against mine. He grunted when he felt the hardness of my cock against him.
“Lift up your arms…”
“Yes ma’am…”
When he lifted up his arms, I saw his sweat patch. I sniffed it and moaned passionately. I even sucked some of the sweat out of the fabric.
“Mmm, I love your manly smell and even the taste. It’s perfect…”
I stepped down from my spot and crouched on the floor, spreading his legs wide open by stretching his feet outward. He gasped when I looked up at his crotch area and forced my entire face upward. His pants smelled so fucking musky. I put my entire mouth to where I felt his cock already growing hot and hard in his pants. I sucked on him. He smacked my face and viciously ran his fingers against my scalp.
“Fuck…you sexy cunt…” he quivered.
I went behind him in front of his ass. I rubbed it with my hands, smacking him good and hard. I sniffed the area of his butt crack. The odor was tantalizing. My hands reached to the front of his zipper; I unzipped him and immediately tore off his pants and his boxers. I surprised him by putting his boxers over his face so he can smell his own odor. He laughed, but didn’t hesitate. He kept his underwear there.
“Bend over!”
He obeyed immediately. I spread his ass cheeks and crammed my tongue against it. I wiggled and slivered it along his crack, collecting the beads of sweat, this time tasting his odor instead of just smelling it.
“Oh god you taste so good baby…”
He groaned like a horny ass dog. He pushed his ass more into my face, even rubbing his asshole against my nose. I spread his ass cheeks wider and forced my tongue into the quivering insides of his ass. In complete unison, I grabbed his cock and wanked it up and down in a slow and gradually faster motion while eating out his delicious bum.
“Oh fuck baby, I love it when you trombone me!”
I smacked his ass with my free hand so sharp that I left my mark behind. I tromboned him until he came at least twice. When the cum came oozing out of his dick hole, I cupped the palm of my hand under it. The warm, creamy white goo filled my palm up good. I stood up behind him, took the boxers off of his head, and put my cum-covered hand against his mouth.
“Eat it, drink it!” I hissed.
He was a bit startled, but as usual, my hubby never hesitated to do anything that I commanded him to do. He tasted, slurped, and swallowed his own cum for the first time.
“How do you like it?”
“Quite interesting…somewhat salty…”
“You fucking love it slut.”
I smacked his mouth, forcing him to taste any more cum that was left behind. When I stood up, I picked up his boxers and pants from the ground.
“Are you ready to dress up now?”
“Very soon…”
Before I could say anything more, Michael grabbed me, forced me back on top of the sink, and spread my legs so wide that I felt a zing of pain and pleasure all at once. He pulled my panties to the side and spread my pussy lips.
“Oh god baby, I love how your pussy never stretches too far out no matter how many times I’ve fucked it shitless…”
His cock increased to its full 7 ½ inches. Putting foreplay and anymore games aside, he rubbed the head of his member against my dick just for fun, and then immediately wedged it into my cunt hole. I screamed when he brutally forced 6 inches of himself inside of me. He pounded me with a vengeance, so strong, swift, and powerful. He kissed me madly while his hands crept and crawled along every inch of my stocking-wearing legs. I wrapped my arms around his strong body, groaning like a dying mad woman overwhelmed by the most passionate fuck storm she has ever experienced.
“I love you Dina!” he roared, effortlessly keeping up the speed and stamina. For twenty sweet minutes my man fucked my brains out. When I came, my semen shot straight at his face. A few seconds afterward a splash of my pee drowned his face as well. He passed out on me, panting rough and heavily. It wasn’t over. He couldn’t get enough. He pulled out of my pussy and forced his hard monster of a dick into my asshole. It was tough; my asshole is one stubborn thing. I nearly cried when he was trying to force it in with barely any lubricant to make insertion easier. He just didn’t care. I fucking loved that kind of rough and painful sex. He managed to cram it all in. He plunged his cock in and out of my asshole to the point where I felt it stretched beyond believe. When he pulled out, he quivered at how wide the gape was. He spat into it and fucked me rougher and harder. He came inside my ass; I could almost feel that creamy goodness splashing against my anal walls. At last, he was exhausted. He looked at me, love dazed.
“Oh Dina…I can’t wait to see you in drag…you’re going to attract a lot of women, you know that don’t you?”
“Ha! We’ll see.”
A few hours later, after we took a shower together, made a nice and light dinner, watched some television, and chilled outside in our backyard, he helped me get into his boxers, black pants, shoes, and blue shirt. We giggled when I first tried them on. Surprisingly, the whole attire fit so well. As for how I appeared, I looked like a slightly feminine and androgynous male. I brushed my hair in a simple manner. I still had the image of a punk-rock boy. I sprayed just a bit of cologne on my neck. Michael’s manly scent overpowered it. I was horny just by his smell. The crotch area of my pants revealed how aroused I was. My bulge was fucking humongous.
“That will surely get the girls going…” Michael chuckled. “You are even making me jealous.”
I was an inch longer than Michael. I found it cute that for the first time in our marriage he admitted that he was envious of how my cock was bigger and longer than his.
“Do I really look like a man baby?”
“Yes you do Dina. Seriously. You look like a very gorgeous, metro sexual man.”
“How about my voice?”
“Doesn’t really give away too much. Your voice has always been sort of deep.”
“What do you think I should call myself in my male form?”
“Something plain and simple.”
“Hm, how about William since I have a big willie.”
“Very cute!” Michael laughed. “Oh God Dina, I love your quirkiness.”
“Are you comfortable walking with me like this?”
“Well, it’s going to seem strange, but I think I will get used to it.”
“You better,” I winked. “Because I definitely might enjoy doing this more often.”
“Remember though, you’re still a woman to me, my wonderful gorgeous wife.”
He kissed me warm and aggressively, grabbing my ass.
“I must admit though, you sure do look good in my clothes.”
We both laughed. I never would have thought that we’d have this much of a good time with just the beginning of my transformation into the world of drag. I was even surprised at how manly I looked. It was a shock to me that the name William came quickly in my mind like a lightning bolt to a tree. Before I discovered that people like me can’t have children, I thought of naming my son William. I didn’t associate my drag name with my unborn child, but instead, I felt it as a powerful statement about my manhood down below my belt and my manhood within. All I could think about in my head was “Watch out ladies. Here cums William J. Howard.”
Trust me; I was more than ready to live up to my newfound name.
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