Tricked
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My girlfriend, Debbie dressed me up in a ridiculous Halloween costume so we could be in a couples costume contest. I'm all gussied up in an embarrassingly small Alice in Wonderland costume and she the white rabbit. And I mean GUSSIED, full makeup, ruffled panties, little ruffled white socks and black patent leather heels, along with a big bow on my neck. Once I was dressed, I was actually quite surprised at much I looked like a girl, a cute girl. I suppose I look so good in a dress because of my size. Like my girlfriend Debbie, I’m 5-foot 6, and 130 lbs., a very nice size for a girl but kind of petite for a guy. My blonde hair was cut in unisex shag, the slight eye shadow really show cased my sparkling blue eyes.
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Debbie dropped me off in front of the club and told me to go on in while she parked. I guess I looked better as a girl than I thought, because as soon as I walked in I had to start fending off some catcalls about the outfit and even a few roaming hands from the hem of my skirt as well. I'm inside, sitting at the bar waiting for 30-minutes, wondering where Debbie was and having guys make passes at me when the bartender came over and gave me a note and a grin:
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"Having fun honey? You're getting all the attention because you're in a gay nightclub and you look pretty cute. Hope you're having fun!
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This is your All Hollow’s Eve trick - now you just have to get home without being someone's treat! By the way, I have your wallet and keys and phone in the car still. I can't BELIEVE you fell for having no pockets on that outfit (I sewed them shut!)
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Good luck honey! I'm SURE you'll find a way back!"
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I hadn’t paid too much attention when I first came in. Suddenly I realized that for such a small bar it was quite busy, and that it was almost all men. There was a couple of women sitting together but they didn’t give me much notice. At first I was so stunned by the note that I just sat there like a dummy. Then I think, what the hell, now that I’m here I might as well make the most of things. Moments later the bartender returned with a beer, and a shots of tequila. Before I could ask, he said that the gentleman seated at the end of the bar wanted to buy me a drink. When I looked towards where the bartender was pointing, a tall good lucking guy, early 30s, about 6-foot 3, 210 lbs., piercing brown eyes, tanned skin, curly brown hair, mustache nodded to me. I thought what the heck, and lifted my beer towards him and told him “Thanks.” Not that he could actually hear me over the noise in the room.
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A few moments later I drank the shot and chased it with the beer, they seemed like they were rather large shots though I was thinking. Within a few moments the guy appeared beside me, obviously wanting to chitchat a little. “You’re not from around here?” he asked me, clearly intrigued by my Alice in Wonderland costume. Always into roll play, so as a lark, I used my little girl’s voice and replied, ”No, I’m from out of town.” Then with a little giggle, I added, “My name is Amber, what’s yours?” The guy’s name was Wesley, and to continue the roll play I batted my eyes and flirted like a real girl while we chatted. Two drinks later, I’m in Wes’s arms on dance floor, slow dancing. I must admit that it felt strange to be in a man’s arms and feel his erection rubbing against as he lead me around the dance floor.
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After we finished dancing, I had to find the toilet, after looking around a bit all I found was a set of stairs going up to the second level. When I asked, I was told the ‘little girl’s room’ was up stairs. When I reached the top of the stairs I noticed it was another quite dimly lit bar, and sure enough far at the end of the room I could see the women’s restroom. In this room it just somehow seemed natural to have to pull my panties down and sit on commode to pee.
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After relieving myself, and returning back out into the upper, dimly lit bar, I thought maybe it would be a good idea to sit down at this bar for a few minutes and let my head clear. I still had to figure out how to get home. Anyhow I took a seat at the far end of the bar, and it wasn’t two minutes before Wes was sitting down beside me again. We started chit chatting, and before I knew it I’d drank a couple of more beers and a couple of hours had passed. I’d been so busy drinking and chatting that I hadn’t really noticed the hour, nor the fact that the upper bar had mostly cleared out.
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After sitting there and not talking much for a couple of moments, Wes reached over and put a hand on my leg. Then without saying a word, he quickly moved it up to stroke my lace panties. I was instantly aroused by the move, but at the same time I was uneasy that the stroking continued. So there I sat with a ragging hard on straining my panties. Despite myself I was getting extremely horny. I decide that I was getting turned on enough, that the thought of maybe getting a blowjob might not be so bad even if it is a guy that did it.
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As Wes continued with the stroking, and rubbing my leg, I suddenly realized that Wes’s pants were unbuckled, and that he had his cock in his hand. I am thinking we’re going to jail for sure, and put up a little resistance with the explanation that we were in a public bar.
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Wes laughed and told me not to worry, that the bar was now actually closed, and that only private guests remained and most of them were all downstairs. According to him, this happens frequently here in the bar, and that there is nothing to worry, or be concerned about.
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A few minutes later Wes stood and let his pants dropped, exposing a massive hard cock that I thought must belong to horse. I’d never really seen another guy’s cock before, so I couldn’t help staring. It had a big purple head and looked so thick that I didn’t think my fingers would reach around it. Before I know it I was on my knees and Wes was holding his cock so near my face that I could feel its heat and see the blood coursing through its big veins. I could smell a musky aroma wafting off his balls as he placed his hand on the top of my head and started rubbing the head of his huge cock over my face. Trying to pull away, I’m thinking oh my god; he’s going to try to stick that big thing in my mouth. And sure enough without missing a beat, Wes put the head against my lips. Then as he grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock into my mouth, all I could think was that this was all-wrong. Wes wasn’t supposed to be sticking his cock into my mouth; I was supposed to be putting my cock in his. Still holding my head so that I couldn’t escape and to insure that I was in no position to argue, Wes started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. As Wes’s cock forcibly pumped in and out of my mouth, I realized that the cock in my mouth was not as uncomfortable or as repulsive as I’d expected. Actually I was getting hornier, and even though I was being gagged by the sudden impalement and depth of reach that the huge cock was reaching. In a very few strokes it was hitting the back of my throat.
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Now that it was in my mouth, I found that the taste was quite enjoyable. A few minutes pass, when Wes roughly grabbed my hair, and he shot his load down my throat, giving me no option but to swallow. With a chuckle, Wes pulled his cock still dripping cum out of my mouth and rubbed it against my lips, saying, “Damn Amber, you’re a pretty good cock sucker for a first timer.” I instantly felt an overwhelming anger at myself, for what I had just done, and allowed to be done to me, yet at the same time I was couldn’t help being a little proud of myself.
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I was still down on my knees, when Wes handed me drink to wash down the cum that I’d just swallowed. Looking up at him, I explain the trick that my girlfriend, Debbie had played on me, adding that I needed a ride home. Stroking my cheek, he assured me that when the party was over that he’d give me a ride home. As he talked, Wes move to the side and the bartender stepped in front of me with his cock in his hand. This time when the bartender shoved his large cock towards my mouth, I willingly opened my mouth and allowed him to shove it in. As soon as I felt the head scrape across my tongue; I closed my mouth and started sucking. With a loud groan the bartender started face fucking me harder and harder. Holding the back of my head to make sure that I wasn‘t going to resist, the bartender continued pounding his cock into my mouth. Within minutes the bartender started pushing harder and harder. Caught up in the excitement, I cocked my head a little to the side so that I could see his face as he shot his load of hot load of cum into my mouth. As his balls exploded, he snarled, “Swallow bitch, swallow,” so I swallowed.
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The next guy in line was a stocky bastard with his cock hanging out and a nasty leer on his face. He came across the room like a tank, pushing everyone else out of the way to get in front of me. I could tell that he was very proud of his cock, because when he got in front of me, he held it up to my face so that I could admire it. I can’t really say that I blamed him though, because it was about 8 or 9-inches long, very fat, and had a big reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. My knees go weak and I was glad that there were other people around the moment he gave me the a nasty sneer, and ordered me to, “Open your mouth, bitch!” His cock was so fat that I popped my jaw opening my mouth wide enough to get it in. I almost chocked before my saliva got his cock wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. Once it was sliding freely, he roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full, not even when Wes was fucking me.
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As he held my hair and pumped his huge cock in and out of my mouth, he snarled, “Suck my cock, you little lesbian bitch.” As I sucked, he moaned and alternately called me a dyke, and a carpet-muncher. Right before he got ready to cum, his cock swelled up so big that it almost split my jaws apart. His cum came out so hot that it almost scalded my tongue. His load was so big that cum oozed out of both corners of my mouth. He was an animal. He didn’t release my hair until I had not only swallowed his load of ‘cum’, but also until I’d licked his cock clean enough for him to put away.
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As to be expected, all the other guys had crowded around us so they could watch me suck the guy’s big cock. One guy actually stood there and discussed me with the bastard while I was sucking him off. To make sure that I swallowed it all, the second guy even held my head while the first guy cummed in my mouth. He was so excited that as soon as the bastard was finished, he moved in front of me and offered me his already hard cock. While I was sucking him off, two other guys got in line.
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As I was catching my breath, I turned my head and a young Hispanic guy was standing so close that the head of his cock was only about two or three inches from my face. I was so shocked that my mouth dropped open. Before I could close it, he grabbed my hair and feed me his cock. Once he had it was in my mouth, I had no choice but to suck it for him. Judging by the way he grabbed the sides of my head and started hunching, I think he liked my mouth. It wasn’t long until his balls burst, filling my mouth with his hot gooey cum. Naturally he didn't let go of my hair until I swallowed every last drop. Then he casually zipped his pants and moved away.
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Then there was a white guy standing right in front of me with his pants around his knees and his big cock hanging out. Without a word he pulled me forward and feed me his cock. As I closed my lips around it and started sucking, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and saw that everyone in the bar was crowding around so that they could watch me sucking cocks. Even as embarrassment reddened my face, I realized that I was a little turned on by the all the attention.
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When I finished off the white guy, I looked up and a black guy was taking his place. By now I knew what I was doing, so he didn’t have to feed me his cock. I grabbed it and feed it to myself.
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Before they let me up off my knees I’d sucked off six more guys. I had to laugh at the last two guys that I sucked off. They walked up stairs, took one look at what was going on, and got into line.
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True to his word, after we exchanged phone numbers, Wes gave me a ride home. I was still so excited that I sat close to him and played with his cock through his pants as he drove. As a reward for giving me a ride, as soon as we pulled into the apartment parking lot, I had him pull over into a darkened area and park. As soon as he stopped, I get down on my knees on the floorboard, opened his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Licking my lips, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around its girth. Then, I marveled at its heat and hardness as I felt it stiffening in my hand. When I started to stroke it, the feeling of his warm skin gliding back and forth in my hand was incredible. At the same time, Wes reached out and started stroking my cheeks and almost immediately our mouths met for a long, passionate kiss.
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When our mouths parted, I looked down at his now hard, fully erect cock, which must have been 9-inches. It was such an amazing sight, that without thinking, I did what came natural; I took Wes’s manhood into my mouth. It felt wonderful, licking his hard, thick shaft and his balls. Tonguing that large thing took some time, and deep-throating it was a challenge, but after a few seconds I was in full porno slut mode.
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He must have loved my technique because his moans started getting louder and louder, when I enthusiastically stared bobbing my head up and down, as I gently cupped his big hairy balls in my left hand. "Oh god. You are a great cocksucker. Nobody has ever did it like this," he moaned. That last comment made me even wilder with passion, so the pace of my mouth over his cock got even faster and I brought my hand up to pump the shaft.
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"Oh god, Amber, I am going to cum!" he groaned, just before clenching his hips and filling my mouth with the first blast of his hot seed. He tasted very good, so I rewarded him by swallowing his load. Swallowing his load excited him so much that he cummed again and again. I never realized that a guy could cum much. I tried my best to get as much as I could down my throat. What I couldn't fit into my belly oozed out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin.
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When I got out of Wes’s car and headed up to my apartment, I had a very smug look on my face and a belly full of cum. I couldn’t believe the turn that this evening had taken. Never in a million years would I have ever dreamed that I’d ever suck a cock and even worse that I’d like it. I think what I’d done was called ‘pulling a train.’ I’d always associated the term ‘pulling a train’ to a girl taking on several guys one right after another, and that it was usually meant as a derogator remark to show what a slut she was. Now that I’d ‘pulled a train’ I knew that it also applied to guys sucking other guy’s cocks. After all we could be just as big, if not bigger sluts than a girl.
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It was then that I realized that Wes and his buddies didn’t know that I was a guy. They thought that I was a lesbian named Amber. A lesbian with a girlfriend named Debbie. That certainly explained the names that the stocky bastard had been calling me. As I strutted my way into the apartment I realized that with all the sex that I’d had that evening, I’d never orgasmed.
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I got to the apartment just as Debbie was unlocking the front door. After leaving me at the gay bar, she’d went on to her party and was just getting home. Seeing me walk up in the Alice in Wonderland costume, she broke out laughing so hard I had to help her inside. Once Debbie calmed down, I told her some bullshit story about leaving the note on the bar and one of the guys reading. With in minutes everybody in the bar is having a big laugh at my expense. Since I was such a good sport about the whole thing, even danced with a couple of guys, everybody took turns buying me drinks. Then I told her that the first guy that had to leave was nice enough to give me a ride.
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Debbie thought I looked so cute in the skimpy little Alice skirt that she insisted that I wear it to bed. As we embrace Debbie slowly removed my clothes gently caressing me as each item removed revealed more of my bodies. As her hands begin to explore my body, our lips meet, our tongues touch then backed away. To my surprise, my breasts quivered tentatively and my nipples hardened as her tongue brushed over them. My member responds to her gently demanding fingers. We continue kissing and caressing each other, our hands dancing lightly across our warm body now warmed by our lust for each other. As our passions rise, we embrace, and in that meeting join each to the other. My body responded to hers, as she probed my secret places. Moving my legs, Debbie took my hard cock in her hand and began to stroke it with her left hand while her right hand caressed my balls. I look her directly in the eyes as I watched her licking her lips. I was even harder now as she pumped me faster and faster with her hands. I ask her to suck me so she obliged by immediately taking me into her mouth and pushing me deep in her throat.
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Then without warning Debbie began pumping her head up and down my hard cock, faster and faster. (As my cock pumped in and out Debbie’s mouth, I couldn’t help thinking about Wes’s cock pumping in and out of my mouth) My throbbing cock was moving in and out of her mouth so quickly that I was afraid I was going to cum to quickly. When a little bit of pre-cum seeped out of my pee hole Debbie made sure that she stuck her tongue out far enough that I could watch as she lick the tip of my cock.
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She giggled as she told me that it was okay if I wanted to explode in her mouth because she'll just continue to suck me until I'm ready to go again. Franticly I grabbed the sides of her head, cupping her hair around her ears and fucking her mouth as she moan. I could feel her moans vibrating against my cock and simply can't hold it any longer. With one last thrust; I bury my cock deep into Debbie’s mouth. As I screamed, my cum explode down her throat. Her hands now grasping my hips so that I can’t pull away, she sucks and sucks as she tries to make sure she got every last drop.
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Rolling over on her hands and knees, Debbie leaned forward, presenting me with a great view of her ass and the pouting pussy that my cock was so eager to enter. Applying a little spit to the head of my cock, I notched it between those newly shaven pussy lips and inserted the whole thing in one long stroke. Debbie groaned with pleasure as she felt the last couple of inches being pushed home. With a sigh, she pushed back and ground her hips against my belly in a slow, sensuous circle.
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(As her perfect butt rubbed against my crotch, Debbie moaned, “That cute little red number.”)
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Man, that pussy felt so great as she gripped my cock, using her interior vaginal muscles to work my more sensitive surfaces, that I didn’t realize what Debbie had said. After the evening that I’d had I was so horny I was afraid that I might cum right on the spot. Amazingly enough, though it felt great, I knew that I was going to last a long time, probably thanks to the terrific blowjob I'd just enjoyed. I settled down to a nice, easy stroke and prepared to go the distance. Debbie had other ideas.
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"C'mon damn you. Fuck me harder. My pussy's like a firecracker and its gonna blow any second!"
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Grabbing Debbie’s hips, I realized that she’d said something weird. “What do you mean, the cute little red number?” I asked as I increased my pace and began slamming my cock to the depths of Debbie’s soaking wet cunt as hard as I could. She helped by pushing back against my crotch as hard as she could as I stroked her marvelous velvety tunnel. We were both breathing in grunts as our bodies made squishing, slapping noises that filled the bedroom. With my fingers digging into her hips, I could feel my cock franticly sliding in and out of her tight, hot pussy. Debbie had one hand between her legs stroking her clit for all she was worth, occasionally reaching back to stroke my slick, wet pussy as I continued to plumb her depths. It felt good to have her reach between our supercharged bodies and stroke herself while I was stuffed up to the balls in her fantastic pussy, and judging from her verbal response she loved every minute of it. We were blind to everything around us, concentrated on our individual and combined pleasure, fucking for all we were worth. Debbie was cumming continuously; her contractions rippling up and down the length of my pistoning hardness.
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What a sight I was being treated to. Debbie's beautifully formed ass and her freshly shaved pussy split by my glistening cock. Even though I had cum already, I felt the beginnings of a second orgasm as a tingling sensation in my balls.
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The bedroom was filled with the sounds of sex, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as human existence, the moaning of our mutual pleasure, the gasping for breath as we labored to bring each other to higher and higher peaks of ecstasy. Each moment that our lovemaking lasted made me realize how much I enjoyed sharing physical pleasure with another human being. Suddenly, Debbie said, “That cute little red dress that I bought last week. You’ll look sensational in it. Of course, we’ll have to get you some heels and a purse to match.”
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Sensing that her orgasms had slowed for the moment, I slowed my pace somewhat, allowing us to both catch our breath for a bit. Confused by visions of Wes swirling around in my head, I stammered, “Red dress, shoes, purse, what the hell are you talking about?”
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“I’m talking about how cute you looked in a dress and how cute you’re going to look in my red dress, silly. You do want to look nice for your date with Wes don’t you?” When I tried to stammer a denial, Debbie cut in, “You forget that the bartender is a friend of mine and that I’ve already heard what really happened. Plus, I saw your little show out in the parking lot. You looked so cute with your head bobbing up and down in your new boyfriend’s lap.”
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As I stared at her in shock and confusion, Debbie said, “Oh don’t worry, the bartender didn’t blow your cover, Wes and his buddies still think that you’re a girl.” Then as she snuggled up against me, she said, “We’d better get some sleep. If we’re going have you ready by Friday we’ve going to have a busy day tomorrow.”
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“What the fu---?”
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“First we have to see how the dress fits you. Then it’s spending the day shopping. You’ll need lingerie…you know, panties and bra…shoes…I’m thinking high heels and a purse to match…we’ll have to get your ears pierce, otherwise you’ll lose too many ear rings…and we have even thought about make up murmured Debbie as she dozed off with dreams of shopping dancing in her head.
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Me, I cuddled Debbie’s head on my shoulder and thought about all the cute clothes that Debbie had in her closet and how I’d look in them. With a laugh, I thought about how interesting Wes and my date was going to be.
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The end…
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