My legs wobbled and I had to grab a chair for support. I took a deep breath. It didn't help.My body temperature rose rapidly. Perspiration poured down...my face. My shirt began to get damp and stick to my body. All my fluids must have been used to produce the perspiration, because my mouth was so dry my tongue stuck to the roof.My heart rate increased to the point where it felt like it did when I was rushing toward the goal with a soccer ball just in front of my foot, trying to escape pursuing. Taking pictures of myself fantasizing about being a girl and what type of guys I would like and what I want them to do to me .After years of doing this I have worked out what really turns me on and off, this story is my fav fantasy .I'm very submissive when I dress up as a girl ,i want to be man handled ,to feel a mans smooth muscles ,the strength of a large black man .He would be over six foot tall very sexy and very dominant .He likes me wearing very sexy outfits ,platform heels basically. It was a summer Thursday, just before lunch. I was there hoping to land a big black cock that had come to the mall looking for a sale. The very thought had kept me moist during the long drive to reach here. As I walked into the mall and felt the eyes of every man looking at me and a few fingers point, I almost had a light orgasm; feeling my pussy lips wet right now…My dark oversized sunglasses allowed me to scope out the crowd. Pickings were few. I headed toward some shoe places; usually good. Dono me 2_2 peg lagaye aur fir mukta uske god me jake baith gyi aur smooch krne lagi.Wo bhi josh me aa gya aur top k upar se hi mukta k boobs ko dabaane laga. Mukta siskariyaan le rhi thi.Fir buddha ne uske top ko utarna chaha toh wo pichhe hoke khadi ho gyi. Aur boli k mai aapko apni jawaani ka ras tabhi pilaaungi jab aap mera promotion kra doge. Budhhe ko bas choot aur gaand se matlab reh gya tha wo bola jaan bahut upar tak pahunchi dunga bas meri baahon me aa jao. Mukta boli k bas 5 min ruki.