Launderette

My washing machine broke down so I had to go to the launderette. Hang on at this point I should say I love crossdressing. It was late on a sunday afternoon when I started to fill the machine only to realize my lady clothes. For a second panic came over me then I realized I was the only one in. I started the machine when a tall well built man walked in and placed his weekly wash in the machine next to mine. We got talking when he said, 'Is that a suspender belt?' The button kept tapping the glass. 'Is it yours', he smirked. I nodded, I don't know why I just didn't say it was my wifes or some other believable explanation. He nudged me and asked if I enjoyed dressing like a girl. My gaze was at the floor and I again nodded. 'Would you wear them for me'. I shuck my head. 'Go on I bet you'd look beautiful'. 'I can't', I said quietly. 'I'd really like to see you in your pretty clothes princess'. 'Would you really', I replied. 'Yes'. He placed his hand on my chin raising my head. Looking into his eyes I blurted, 'You'll have to make me' and my eyes lowered to the floor in a submissive gesture. Other fantasies were now coming into play and I didn't resist as his hand stroked my thigh. The machines stopped and we emptied the contents into bags and he took me back to his place. He told me to go and dress for him in a commanding voice and as I turned I got my arse slapped. I went to the bathroom and changed. First the purple panties and bra with white frills, then the white lace suspender belt and stockings, finally the black leather skirt and white blouse. I brushed my shoulder length hair putting some curls in it. That was the best I could do I thought looking in the mirror. I walked into the lounge. 'Come here'. I complied sitting on his knee. 'Please treat me like a gurl'. His hand was under my skirt tormenting my gurl cock. ' Like your clit rubbed whore', he said. I bite my lip and nodded, I had never felt like a whore before. He led me to the bedroom and bent over the bed and he used my ass like a pussy. He liked doggy as he enjoyed spanking my pale bum. It wasn't long before I became a cum dump, his cum dump . He fucked me in numerous positions before he'd had enough. I didn't complain about the soreness or the welt marks on my flanks. Before he fell asleep he said, 'Let yourself out whore'. I gathered my belongings and obeyed.