I would often crossdress in my motel room to entertain myself and practice looking sexy. I could pass as a real woman from a distance but not so much ...p close. I'd been strutting around in a short a****l print dress and platform heels, admiring myself in the mirror and occasionally walking around outside my room in the motel parking lot. There was a convenience store/gas station next to the motel, and I kept walking over toward it, daring to be seen by people filling their tanks, etc. Late that. She didn't even have a coat. If she needed oneon the rare cool evenings that the city sometimes endured, she had to begone from one of the other girls - or find some other way to stay warm. Ifshe were seen anywhere near Tina's house looking the way she usually did,she'd be quickly arrested, she was sure.That night, she endured one of her most miserable stints on the street -which was saying something. Her only paying clients were a trio of well-dressed but very drunk men who picked her up in a. I swallowed hard and bit my lip as he stood, grabbing me by the upper arm and yanking me up toward him. I yelped and stumbled a little, my chest pressing against him as he caught me with ease. “Slow down there, Kitten. You don’t want to get hurt.” he muttered in my ear, a hint of malice in his voice. The thing is, that was wrong. I wanted him to hurt me. I had wanted that from the first time we spoke about fantasies and I told him how I wanted someone to belt me across the ass and thighs for. He holds his hard, thick cock with the other and, grinning down at me, guides it between my open lips. He pushes in slowly and I moan at the feel of it filling my mouth. He has both hands on my head, moving me back and forth, making me take the hard pole, making me suck his cock and making me whimper and moan like a whore. He has me captured and helpless and I take his cock deep in my mouth as he wishes. “Yeah,” he groans, “you know you want it, baby. Suck me. Suck my dick.” I almost wish my.