He Wants More

Eight months ago I was involved in a fight. Two guys beat me up outside a bar I'd been in. Recognising one of them, when the police arrived I didn't want to press charges. Instead I said it was my fault for coming onto one of them. Which I actually didn't.
The reason I'd not wanted to go further with the police, was I knew one of the men. And in truth he'd not really got involved in the fight.
How I knew him, and he didn't know this at the time, is I'd been chatting to him on a gay hookup site, with me fully dressed as a female.

We'd even arranged for him to visit my place the following week for sex.
I knew he was married and also knew from pictures he'd sent me, he was well endowed.
Putting off our meeting for a few more days to recover, he eventually called by my home desperate to fuck a young cross dresser like me.

The sex was brutally rough, as he practically choked me with his large cock. Then having me kneel in front of him, he lifted the dress I had on, ripped off my knickers and thrust into my arsehole without regard for my comfort or needs.
In fact he was far more aggressive from a sexual point of view, fucking me so hard, than he was during the fight.
When he unloading up my arse, he had me lick and suck his cock and balls clean. And in doing so he became erect again.
I thought he was going to be just a forceful wanting to fuck me roughly again, but instead in a complete turn around, he lay on his back put his legs in the air and pretty much begged me to fuck him.

I'm usually the bottom during sex, yet I have fucked a couple of guys when dressed up, so propping him up a little using cushions, I entered his arsehole using lube and began fucking him.
As I got more into thrusting up his arse, he pulled me down and we began kissing. Usually dominant tops don't want to kiss, but he was completely different. And for nearly ten minutes I fucked him as we continued to kiss on and off.
When I was close to cumming, he wanted to swap positions, with me on my back and him inside of me.
So in a reversal, he began fucking me again, only it was with longer deeper thrusts as he kissed me again.
I came between us, only moments before he came for a second time, filling my arsehole.
And after pulling out, we lay together kissing and fondling one another. It was I have to say, one of the best fucks I've had, and it's only gotten better and better since.

He now knows that it was me during the fight, and believe me over the past eight months the fifty one year old has more than made up for it.
We usually fuck a couple of times a week, but some weeks he's around my place fucking me three or four times.

He's recently told me he'd love to move in together permanently, as his marriage is now a sham, but I'm not sure I want that kind of relationship just yet. However I love his long thick cock fucking me. So fir now at least I'm going to keep on dressing up for him and enjoying his beautiful cock.