With restrictions lifting in my area, I was anxious to get out and enjoy some live music. For background, I am a longtime bisexual male crossdresser who has no interest in transitioning but I enjoy going out as a woman and occasionally having fun with consenting, fully aware guys.
Last weekend I learned that a favorite cover band of mine was playing at a shady biker bar a couple of towns over so, of course, I made plans to go check them out. I put on the tightest jeans I own, a tight fitting top that makes my silicone breastplate pop, and a pair of high heel boots. I looked ?. Called my female friend and we headed out, arriving just around 10pm.
The bar was packed, mostly with rough and tolumble bikers and their lady friends. We made our way to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. The band was fantastic, or maybe we were just happy to see live music after all these months. More beers followed.
Suddenly a guy came up to me and started talking me up. He was in his early 40s and looked OK for a typical biker. We talked for a little bit and I made it clear to him that I was just there for the music, and that I was a crossdresser. He said that he knew I was from the start of the conversation – I don’t pretend to change my usual voice.
We hung out for the next hour while my companion was off dancing solo in front of the band. Biker dude was getting closer and closer to me as time went on, and it didn’t bother me one bit. At one point he asked me if I wanted to check out his bike. This was a pretty lame way of getting me to go outside with him for who knows what, but I bit. Sure, I said. We made our way through the crowd and out the door. Sure enough he had a big shiny cruiser parked in the lot. When we reached it, he kissed me hard, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth. So hot.
Next thing I knew, I instinctively got down on my knees and started unzipping his pants. We were standing on the edge of a lot about 25 feet from the door and, honestly, I couldnt care less who saw us. Apparently he didn’t give a shit, either.
I sucked his cock as if my life depended on it and, predictably, he shot his load within a minute. Game over. I swallowed it, got up, fixed my hair and smiled demurely. He was going through his post-nut guilt trip and got all nervous. He said, gotta go, and ran back into the bar.
I pulled my phone out of my purse and checked my messages. I had two texts from a hot guy who lived about ten minutes away, and I was feeling super horny. I texted the guy back and he replied immediately. Then I texted my friend inside and let her know that I had to leave.
I drove to the guy’s house, savoring the salty aftertaste of biker cum in my mouth, ready for whatever adventures awaited me that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o170yu/mm_crossdresser_survives_biker_bar_adventure