Monday, 30 November 2015

Crossdressed like an Indian Housewife & Fucked Hard by a Delivery Boy


Hi friends, Rani here. I am a male however I love to wear female clothes whenever I am alone. I maintain my body in a very feminine way. I wax all my body hair and I daily apply body butter cream after having bath to keep my skin soft and smooth. I don’t have facial hair and in every 15 days, I undergo threading treatment for removal of any sign of facial hair. Due to my crossdressing habit, I have rented a flat in which I stay alone. I have all types of ladies clothes. Bras, panties, sarees, salwar kameez, tops, skirts and nighties.


I have even bought 3 types of hair wigs and two pairs of breast forms. For your information, breast forms are silicon breasts with silicon adhesive which I can attach to my chest. They look like real breasts.

I keep myself dressed whenever I am in flat. When dressed, no one can guess that I am a male; instead I look like a beautiful Indian lady. My height is 5’8 inches and figure of 36-32-36. Sometimes, out of curiosity I get dressed and go out of my flat to the nearby market or to the shopping mall and guess what, no one recognizes me as a crossdresser. Instead, men and boys stare at my body with lusty eyes. Some bad boys even tried to follow me on bikes.

This day after having bath, I wore my wig which had long black hair curled up from the ends. Then I opened my wardrobe and took out my 36 inch breast forms pair. I attached the breast forms on my chest. My breasts had black nipples. I hid my semi hard penis in between my thighs and wore a black panty. The panty was so soft and it covered my ass so well that I had already started feeling like a lady.

Then I took out a black color bra. I placed my breasts in the bra cups and hooked the bra from behind. I had formed a deep hot cleavage. Now I wondered what to wear for the day. I chose a blue satin saree. First of all, I took out a blue petticoat. I wore the petticoat and tied its knot just under my belly. On my god, the material of the petticoat touched and brushed on my thighs giving me goosebumps.

Then I took out a light blue coloured blouse which was made of satin cotton. I wore the blouse and it had hooks on the front. The blouse was tight on my breast and arms. It had a deep neck cut and back cut as well. I stood in front of the mirror. I was looking very pretty and hot. I had a good amount of cleavage exposed from my blouse to make any man go mad.

Then I started draping the blue saree around my petticoat and finally made a two fold pallu and pinned it on my blouse. I was looking very gorgeous. Now it was time to wear makeup and accessories. I sat near the dressing table. First of all I applied liquid foundation cream on my face and gave it a finishing touch by applying powder foundation all over it. Then I applied eyeliner on my eye lids and finally applied kajal near my eyebrows.

Then I applied dark pink colored lipstick on my lips. I took out a blue colored small bindi and applied it on my forehead. Then I took red sindoor in my fingers and applied sindoor on my maang. Makeup was done. I took two gold imitated earrings and wore them on my ears. Then took out a mangal sutra necklace and wore it around my neck.

Then I took out a pair of payals and wore them around my feet. All was done so I went to my wardrobe and took out ten blue colored glass bangles and wore five each around my wrists. Now when I stood near the mirror, I could see myself as a perfectly dressed Indian housewife.

It was 5 pm in the evening and was raining heavily. So I just stood in my balcony to enjoy the rain and the cold weather. While standing in the balcony, I saw a courier delivery boy standing below my apartment building getting all drenched in the rain. The security guard was not letting him in the building. Mischievous thoughts came to my mind and I shouted at the guard to let him in as I wanted to courier a document.

The guard used to think that I was the sister of the man staying at this flat :-p
So the security gave him directions to come to my flat. The courier boy came to my flat. He was 6 feet tall and had a well build body. By just looking at him, I went weak on my knees. He was completely drenched in the rain. I asked him to come inside the flat. He introduced himself as Abhi. I asked him to go to the washroom and dry himself.

He went inside the washroom and closed the door. He said from inside “ Madam, do you have any dry clothes? Any old clothes will do. All my clothes are drenched.”

I said “I don’t have any male clothes, why don’t you just wrap the towel and come out? When rain will stop, you can wear your clothes and then you can go.”
I gave him a large towel. He wore the towel and came out of the washroom. Oh my god, he was a very muscular man and was deep in color. He said “Thank you madam.”

I said “It is absolutely fine. Do you want some tea?”

He said “No, its okay. Just waiting for the rain to stop”

I made him sit on the sofa. The floor was wet due to his wet clothes. I took a dry cloth and started sweeping the floor. He was continuously staring at me and I was liking it. I stood up from the floor. I could see a bulge formed on the towel which he was wearing. I understood that his penis had become hard.

Now the rain had stopped and I asked him to leave before it starts raining again. Just when he stood up from the sofa, I pretended to fall as my leg slipped due to the wet floor. While balancing myself, I grabbed his towel which he was wearing and it came off from his body. He was completely nude with a long black 9 inch dick which was as hard as a rod now.

He grabbed me and helped me in balancing myself. I was acting like I was angry on him. I looked at his hard penis. He told “ I am really sorry maam, but now I cannot control.”

Just when he said this, he took his penis in his hand and started masturbating heavily. I grabbed his hand and stopped him.

I said “ How dare you!!!!!”

He said “ I am sorry”

Just then I took his penis in my hand. Oh god it was so warm and hard. I sat on the floor and started pressing his penis in my hand. Then I started licking his penis with my tongue. It was so tasty. He was moaning “Ohhhhh... it is the most wonderful feeling.. ahhhhhhh”

I took his penis in my mouth and started sucking his penis in and out of my mouth. HE was moaning heavily which made me more horny.
I stood up and hugged him. He took me in his arms and started kissing me on my lips. He sucked my lips and started pressing my breasts from over my blouse. I removed my pallu and I was just in blouse and petticoat. He dregged me to the bed and made me lie down. HE removed my panty from under my petticoat and was shocked to see my 8 inch hard penis.

He said “you bitch!!! You made me do this... But I cannot control now.. Even if you were a real bitch, I would have fucked you”

I said “ Go on Abhi.. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

He made me sit in doggy position. He came behind me and grabbed my ass. He kept his penis on my asshole and climbed over me. He unhooked my blouse and my bra. My fake breasts were exposed. HE started pushing his long rod inside my asshole and I was moaning with pleasure.

I said “ Come on Abhi, show me the animal inside you. Fuck me as ahard as you can”

By hearing this he became horny and started fucking me by taking his hard penis in and out of my asshole. He said “Ohhh Godd, Madam, by fucking you, it is the most wonderful feeling.. I never felt this horny while fucking my wife also. I will tear your ass and will fill your asshole with my sperms”

By saying this, he started fucking me like a dog. He was fucking me very hard and both of us were moaning in pleasure. Suddenly he spurted out all his sperms inside my asshole. Ohhhhh godddd, it was so warm that my penis started becoming rock hard too. I held my penis in my hand and started masturbating it so heavily that within 10 seconds, I took out a lot of sperms on the bed.


Both of us were exhausted. Abhi got dressed and took my number for further communication. He left and I slept covered with sweat and sperms on over my body. It was one of the best fucking session of my life.

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