County Fair

By Amie Doucet

Published on Dec 4, 2018

Transgender

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We took Raymond's Escalade up to the dance. Raymond played with Lissa up front. Willie and I kissed. He drew his lips up my neck, behind my ear, trying to learn my hot spots.

Once we parked, I thought about how much this weekend had changed for me: I thought I would be here as my white male self with a hot young girl on my arm. Now here I am as a horny bitch on the arm of this handsome black guy.

As we walked in, I got looked at by a lot of guys who shouldn't be snooping: a cowboy husband, scruffy, handsome, walking back to the lot with his wife and four kids looked like he wanted to fuck me.

A white guy in his seventies, the kind of polite guy who would hold the door for you with a smile, had a business-like look, one that looked like he knew just what he'd do with me. It wouldn't be polite.

Two 14-year-old boys both had to adjust the front of their pants while they were walking past. They were probably going to talk about fucking me when they jerked off together that night.

At the dance, I slid into the role of girlfriend. I danced with Willie, danced with Raymond, danced even a bit with Lissa. When Lissa and I danced, I could feel the eyes of the entire crowd on us.

As the music played and Lissa and I danced, one young man's eyes caught mine directly. He was a dark brown haired fella, super handsome, maybe mid-20s, with wide, honest brown eyes. I knew I knew him but couldn't place him.

After five minutes of trading eye contact, I figured it out: he was the mechanic who'd worked on my Bronco last week.

He looked different out of his coveralls. He had on a black cowboy hat and a bolo tie. He looked hot.

My eyes must have lit up when I figured out who he was. He approached me at that very moment.

"Mind if I cut in?" he asked Lissa.

"Have a ball," replied Lissa.

Scott, the mechanic, put his arm around my waist.

"I can't take my eyes off of you," he confessed. I bit my tongue.

"I know you've got a boyfriend and everything, but..."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"No?"

"Nope."

"Well, you've gotten me turned on from across the room."

"Really?" I asked with a hint of flirtation.

"You wanna find out?"

I looked up at him and nodded. Scott used his lead hand to pull mine down to his crotch. I felt his thick erection through his Levi's 501s.

"Oh my... you are turned on."

"I swear... I know you from somewhere."

"Maybe I just have one of those faces."

He looked closely at my face, a hint of perplexity on his face as he studied me.

I gave him another clue. "You work on my car."

Now he was really befuddled. I'm sure he had a perfect mental catalog of all the gorgeous women who come through his shop.

"I would think I would remember a woman as beautiful as you."

"You want one more hint?"

He nodded.

"Ford Bronco. '86."

He thought for just a second, then the revelation hit him. His grip loosened and his eyes went wide.

For a second, I wasn't sure what he was going to do. Walk away? Hit me?

He looked at me again, took the whole of me in. He pulled me closer, so close I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach.

"Oh yeah, I know who you are." He kissed where my shoulder meets my neck. I worried that Raymond and Willie might beat the shit out of this guy, or me for flirting with this guy, but when I looked at them, they were watching and laughing.

Scott the Mechanic had both hands on my waist now. He pulled me square up to him, spoke so closely I could feel his breath on my face. "You say you don't have a boyfriend? That mean you're free for tonight?"

"I'm not free for tonight, but..."

Scott was so turned on I felt I had to do something for him. And the truth was that I was turned on too.

"Meet me over behind those Port-a-Johns and I'll take care of you." I grabbed his hard-on through his jeans to get rid of any ambiguity. He squeezed me one more time, then let me go, a horny and sexy smile on his face.

I walked over to Willie.

"This guy... he wants me to get him off. That OK, Willie?"

"You gonna blow him?"

I nodded.

"I wanna see the smile on his face when he comes back in."


It wasn't exactly private behind the Port-a-Johns. But it was dark and just noisy enough to conceal any noise we might make.

I rested my hands on Scott's chest, my polished fingernails reminding us both of what roles we were playing, what was about to happen.

He had a couple of questions as we flirted a bit.

"So, you're a......"

He waited for me to fill in the gap, but I wanted to hear what he said first.

"...a tranny?"

"Nope, I'm not a tranny. That's not really a polite word. I'm more of a... a sissy. A crossdresser. A guy who dresses up like a girl to turn on other guys."

"You're a fag."

"I guess I am, yeah. A crossdressing fag."

I groped his chest, slid my hand down to his still-hard dick.

"That turn you on?"

"Suck my dick and find out, faggot."

He pressed on my shoulders. I was already willing to drop to my knees. I unzipped his jeans, pulled his schlong through the hole.

Jesus, he was a thick 7.5". I hadn't sucked one this big in ten years. Long, uncut, thick, and straight. And hard.

I plunged it into my mouth. This was no time for flirtation. This was one woman (or one sissy fag) trying to get one man to cum in her mouth.

"Oh Jesus..." he muttered as I worked his cock. I took some of what I've learned from Lissa--I slid my hand down the shaft to lengthen the stroke, then plunged his dick firmly all the way into my throat. The rest I knew by instinct, practice, and the desire to please a man that every true cocksucker has.

"Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum." Apparently it was working. I slid my mouth-pussy up and down his length in rhythm, determined not to stop until I was choking on his hot white seed.

"Fuck, baby, here it is." He was trying to give me warning in case I wanted to pull off. I was never planning to pull off. A good sissy faggot always swallows... or does whatever else her man wants her to do.

His cock throbbed till it was as hard as oak. Then it exploded in my mouth, spewing salty warmth all over my tongue and throat.

I kept working him and he kept spewing. Some cum dribbled out of my mouth onto my lips. I pumped his cock gently, sensually, as the last few spurts squirted onto my tongue.

He exhaled roughly as he started to come to again. He managed to open his eyes.

I looked up at him, licked my lips, opened my mouth to show him his load, then swallowed his cum.

"Jesus... holy fuck." He started to come back down to earth.

"That was the best goddamn blowjob I've ever gotten in my life."

I cleaned his cock once more with my mouth, smiled at the praise, and gently stuffed his sensitive cock back into his unzipped fly. I zipped him up, stood to look at him.

"You... you really know how to suck a cock."

I smiled, truly, weirdly proud to hear it.

"Tell you what: anytime you need work on your car, you bring it down to me and I'll take care of it for free. In exchange for regular service."

Not bad, I thought: free auto service. All I had to do was fall to my knees and blow this guy a few times a week.

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