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Back in 2019 my flatmate moved out and a new guy came in. I was upfront with him about my crossdressing thing. He was OK with it. It didn’t involve him even if, after he moved in, he rolled his eyes when I went out in my femme identity as Sandy and I gave him the courtesy of not bringing men back to the flat. He was volubly heterosexual and I would often listen to the sounds that emanated from his room as he fucked the girls he met at weekends.

Then came Covid. Then came lockdown. We were locked in with each other. And he started to get antsy. He got up, strode around our lounge  as we watched television, then sat back down again. He got angry about stupid stuff  like when I didn’t put the butter away in the fridge. So I decided on a plan. I got dressed in my sluttiest outfit and put on my ‘sweet innocent’ make-up and strode, nervously, into the lounge while he was watching Eastenders.

“What the fuck?” he blurted out. “I can’t take it any more I said. “You need release. Let me give it to you”. “But I’m straight” he stammered. “Yes you are.”I replied. “But I’m not. Right now I’m a girl.” I said as I fell and I got to his knees in front of him. Feverishly I unfastened his pants and reached inside to find his cock. It was big and beautiful. I pulled down his pants and took it out. I licked it, adored it, kissed it and it got harder. “Oh God…this is…” he gasped as I took him in my mouth and sucked it, revelling in the sensations of it moving on my lips and tongue and in the effect my mouth was having on him. I listened to him panting and gasping as his torso began to tremble and his legs began to shake. Then he came in mouth. His cum was salty, thick and there was a lot of it. I swallowed lots but some seeped from my lips and down onto my thighs.

Over the next week he got used to me going around the flat as Sandy. Then, one day, he came into my room. “Look,” he said, “I really need to fuck. Do you…I mean…do you take it up the arse?” A thrill of joy ran through me and I hurried to my bedside table and waved a tube of lube at him and told him to strip. I don’t know if he knew what lube was but I think he got the idea when I slavered it over his cock and got on all fours on my bed, flipped up my skirt then slipped a lubed finger into my neglected arsehole.

“What do I do?” he asked. “See all those times you wanted anal from a girl?” I responded. “Do that.”. I felt his cock at t my ring, that familiar thrill of expectation and discomfort as he stretched it, then that joy as he pushed into my arse. Then he began to fuck me, as he’d fucked those girls he’s brought back. Rhythmically  teasing my anus as he probed deeper..deeper. Then he hit my prostate. I moaned like a girl and he took the hint. I collapsed forward on the bed and he started to fuck me harder, wrapping his arm around my throat as he lay on top of me pounding my tight arse.. Waves and waves of joy built in my stomach and I started to cry out like a sissy slut, “YESS OH GOD YESSSSS”. A wave of pure pleasure filled me and I heard him yell, “OH FUUCK” as he filled me with his hot thick cum.