3 Straight Guys Bang the Cock-Bitch: A Cheap Motel Room, 3 Married Strays and a Cross Dressing Cock Slut

By Tosh Turner

He's young, cute, and sells his body. He's a girlie boy, a cross dresser, and far too hot for most guys to resist even when they finally discover the truth- even straight and married guys. But this night in his usual pick up bar the action is slow, he fails to score, and so decides to walk the streets hoping for a kerb crawling car to stop and offer him a quick back seat job.

The car slows down, the questions are asked, and the deal is done. They agree to go back to the 'Joes' motel, but when they enter the room there are two more guys inside, half asleep, and completely naked. Two rough looking construction workers, already hard and obviously more than ready to play. One young cock slut, three rampant road workers, a private room, and a night of hardcore gang sex.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Nov 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393172482

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3 Straight Guys Bang the Cock-Bitch

A Cheap Motel Room, 3 Married Strays and a Cross Dressing Cock Slut

I went to my favorite pick up bar in town, a bar that is always full of guys out on the pull with lots of money to splash around and most times I got one of them. I don’t mind if the punter is young or old or married, straight, gay, Bi or what, I just like to fuck and get paid for it. But hell fire, I’m only human and some nights when I never got a paid-for pick up I would just look for a guy to take back to my place for free; I’m always hard and horny, and always need cock.

Background rock music echoed around the four corners of the club and the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat filled the air. I looked around for any possible clients who might be game for the night but couldn’t see anyone who seemed to fit the bill. Of course, every hustler like me wants a ‘Joe’ who has a lot of money to throw around, and why not? Who wouldn’t prefer to have a client with cash rather than a free rider? This is my belief and I’m sticking with it. So here I am, almost 10pm, in one of the busiest bars in town and it’s time for me to get to work.

I like to dress the part. I’m a cross dresser, a cock-in-a-frock, but you wouldn’t know to look at me, not until it is too late to back out. Back in a hotel room, stripping off and flashing my stalk, I‘ve had guys back out, even run out, but most of them, if they ain’t guessed so far, enjoy the thrill of shagging with ‘something different’. As I say, I’m a good looker, a cutie, with smooth skin, dark eyes and pouting lips, and when I’ve got the make-up on and wearing the right type of slutty clothes, hardly anyone can resist me, married and straight or gay and Bi. Tonight, wearing a black tube top that revealed part of my false cleavage and a short black mini skirt that skin-wrapped my butt, I strolled seductively through the crowd of men who looked like they were on the lookout for action in bed, any form of sexual pleasure or deviation they want, I don’t mind as I cater for all tastes, and hopefully in exchange for a good amount of money.

There were just a few guys in the club that I picked out but each of them seemed to be looking at other girls, real girls; girls with real tits and pussies. While there are some guys who actually want a girlie boy like me, most in this bar seem to go for real pussy. I don’t care; I only need one Joe and that’s why I’m here, looking for the right kind of client, one who likes to walk on the wild side now and again, and someone who pays well.

I never give up easily even though some nights it looks bleak, and tonight seemed to be one of those nights, so after doing the rounds, eyeing up the potential ass-for-cash crowd, it looked like I’d drawn a blank. So I decided to just go out of the club and find action somewhere else. It was a hot summer night and there were plenty of walkers around, late night drifters with nothing to do other than look round, drop