The man on call made me a girl.

I've loved wearing women's clothes since a young age. As a child, I was really turned on by my sister's leggings or her swimsuits; later, it started with stockings and panties. By the age of 18, I already secretly had some of my own clothes—various dresses, roleplay costumes, a bit of lingerie. But the real fun began when I started living alone. I was 20, I rented my own apartment, and I slowly began to build up a pretty decent wardrobe. I have a lot of lingerie, outfits, sex toys, wigs, and other things that allow me to have fun. After work, I love to wash up and put on a silk pajama set or, for example, a bodysuit, and fuck myself in the ass really well. Preparing an outfit takes,

usually, a lot of time; I like to think through the details, put on makeup, and all that. Roleplay costumes from sex shops get boring, and I'm more turned on by wearing everyday clothes, like regular dresses, or pants, or something else, but all of it is only within the apartment. And I haven't tried a real dick; until that day, only sex toys had been in my ass. One day, after drinking quite a bit, I wanted to finally try a "live" cock, and the desire was so strong that I couldn't resist and decided to order a male prostitute. I went to a website and started choosing among those who didn't mind a girl with a dick. And there he was, a little over 30, really big, and it said his dick was 21 cm. We texted, and he said he'd arrive in about 30-40 minutes. I didn't have much time; I washed up, put on black lingerie, a tight skirt, fishnet stockings, and a short top. I had a wig on my head and light makeup. I felt sexy—by the way, I'm not tall and quite skinny—but I was very nervous; my heart was pounding like crazy. And then there was a knock at the door. I slowly walked over and opened it. He was just gigantic, and I froze, not knowing what to do. Awkwardly, I invited him in; he smirked and walked in. I sat in an armchair, and he stood opposite me, asking me something. I offered him a drink; he agreed, and when I walked past him, he firmly slapped my ass and squeezed it, which turned me on insanely. I brought the drinks, put them on the table, and sat back in the armchair, but he walked over, silently pulled out a huge cock, and ordered me to suck it. I hesitantly took it in my hand, and it pulsed hotly in it. While I was thinking about what to do, he just pressed it against my lips and started pushing it into my mouth. I had no choice but to try to open my mouth wider, and his massive cockhead started fucking my mouth; the head plunged into my throat, making me choke and gag. He held the back of my head firmly and just pulled me onto his huge dick; meanwhile, I was just moaning and trying to get as much air as possible. He pulled out his cock and started rubbing the wet head all over my face, smearing my makeup, while I tried to catch my breath. He asked me, "Well, do you like being a cocksucking whore?" Without thinking, I answered yes, still breathing heavily. "Then it's time to fuck you in the ass," he said and told me to get on the couch on all fours. I leaned on the backrest and arched my back, sticking my ass out. He lifted my skirt, put on a condom, moved my panties aside, and pressed the head against my anus. At first, he rubbed, and then I started to feel pressure, which turned into a hot pain. The pain grew; I groaned and grunted slightly from the pain, but he ordered me to endure it. With one hand, he held my waist, and with the other, he pushed his dick into me, and a moment later, I felt a sharp pain—his head plunged into me; I froze and cried out. He wrapped both hands around my waist and started rapidly pushing his dick into me. I held my breath and endured it, but inside, I loved it insanely; I felt the huge cock tearing my ass apart. He stroked my ass and called me a good whore, and then it burst out of me: "Fuck me like a real slut." And then it was like a switch flipped. He started increasing the speed, thrusting his cock into me with rough strokes, and each impact caused me intense pain, but the pleasure wouldn't let me stop it all. Then he pulled out his dick, laid me on the floor, and told me to lift my ass. My head and chest were on the floor, and my ass was facing up; the man slapped it hard several times and started fucking me again. At that moment, I was just groaning and moaning; my ass ached, but I begged him to continue. At the same time, I was jerking myself off and was already close to cumming. A moment later, my dick squeezed cum onto the floor. The guy greedily kept fucking me for another 5 minutes. I lay there exhausted and could barely think straight, only aware of the huge dick entering my ass. Then he abruptly pulled his dick out of me, turned me toward him, took off the condom, and shoved the bare head into my mouth. A moment later, I felt hot cum abundantly flooding my throat and tongue, starting to spill out and run down my lips and cheeks, dripping onto my clothes and legs. He pressed my head down several times; I felt the head sliding over my tongue and continuing to fill my mouth with hot cum. Then he pulled out his dick, and a string of cum stretched from it to my mouth. He smeared the cum all over my face, as if wiping his dick on it, then slapped my cheeks and lips several times with the massive head and said he had to go. He quickly got dressed, took the money, and left the apartment. I barely crawled to the door, locked it, went back to the couch, washed down the cum in my mouth with a couple of sips of beer, lay down on the couch, and instantly fell asleep.