Arabian Adventure
Keywords: Arabian, Adventure,
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Having lost both my parents shortly before finishing university and having no other family to speak of I decided to take a year off before starting work. I decided I would use this time to sort out their affairs, sell the house they owned and move to the city. I would get a place of my own while I looked for some casual work to keep me going for the year.
The house sold quickly and for much more than I expected meaning I could afford a nice apartment in a great part of the city and not have to worry about rent ever again. Before I knew it I was settling into my new apartment and in no rush to look for work I bummed around for a weeks.
When boredom finally set in I started looking for work on the internet. While I was procrastinating one, day surfing for porn instead of looking for work, I stumbled across a lady-boy porn site. I had never really had any interest in transsexual porn, considering myself to be too straight, but the pictures just amazed me. They just looked so feminine, I was shocked that I found myself being turned on by this sort of thing. But before long I had my pants down and was beating off like mad.
As soon as I had reached the moment of high enjoyment I found myself doing something equally as strange, I didn't leave the site. I stayed on that site and a few other similar ones all night, beating off more times over the course of the night than ever before. I was hooked.
Over the next few days I didn't even leave the house, I was glued to the computer. Soon I had joined half a dozen of the better sites, a few of the chat rooms and beaten off to countless orgasms.
Within a few weeks I was a frequent visitor to the chat rooms and even plucked up the courage to visit a nearby bar frequented by transsexuals.
It was early in the evening when I arrived at the bar and apart from the bartender there was only one other patron. I was a little disappointed that there were no 'ladies' present but assumed they would arrive later on in the night so I settled in at the bar. The other patron sitting opposite me at the bar was definitely not what I expected to find in this place, he was about 35, extremely well dressed and of middle eastern appearance. He also looked very athletic, about 6'3" and 250 lbs, he obviously spent a lot of time in the gym.
A few minutes after I got my drink the man came over and took the stool next to mine, introducing himself with a very slight accent, as Hassan. After a few minutes of idle banter Hassan had told me that he was Saudi Arabian and in the country on business. Not long after and he was talking like we were old friends, telling me that he had been fascinated by transsexuals since his youth and came to this bar when he was in town and by his familiarity with the barman I got the impression it was often. I was impressed by his frankness and was both excited and a little nervous to be having my first open discussion about my new passion.
By this time a few 'girls' had started to arrive. I was excited to just be in the same room as some of these girls, the effort most had gone too was amazing, their make up and outfits put most born women to shame. I was caught staring by almost all of the girls but they all seemed to enjoy the attention. When one stunningly beautiful girl entered wearing a super short school girl outfit black lace up knee high boots and her long blonde hair in pig tails I almost fell off my chair. Hassan saw the look of excitement on my face and quickly called the girl over.
"Karla meet Tom, he's new in town and this is first time here".
"Hey Tom, pleased to meet you" she whispered huskily as she kissed me on both cheeks. The erection in my pants was barely concealable.
"You look more pleased to meet her" Hassan said looking directly at my crotch.
"Um yeah" I mumbled as I sat down quickly.
"You are really new to this aren't you Tom?" he enquired.
"Yeah, is it that obvious?"
"Yes my friend. If you don't mind me asking, what excites you about these girls?"
For the first time since I had discovered my new fetish I was forced to really think about what it was specifically that excited me. After a few moments of deep thought I replied,
"I guess its two things, the fact that it is not 'normal' and the outfits they wear, why? What excites you Hassan?"
"For me Tom it is much different, I get excited by the fact that I am dominating another man. In my culture the women are very submissive, but the men are not. I get great satisfaction by possessing a man like he was my woman, it makes me feel very powerful and masculine" he stated.
I was a quite shocked by Hassan's statement and spent the rest of night thinking his explanation. I was introduced to most of the girls by Hassan, who it appeared new them all well. I didn't have to buy another drink all night as every time I offered Hassan refused, infact he was buying drinks for just about everyone in the bar. At around 2am I had had enough and needed to go home to let the experience sink in and masturbate furiously over thoughts of all the beautiful girls. When I told Hassan of my plan to go he insisted that I meet him at the bar tomorrow night at the same time saying he had a ball talking to me tonight. I promised I would as I to had had a great night too.
I arrived home thinking of Karla and nursing a massive erection which I quickly relieved before falling asleep. I awoke around 10 and quickly got on the net to surf my favourite tranny sites and whack off. Time flew and before I realised it was time to go and meet Hassan at the bar.
When I arrived, just like the night before, Hassan and the bar man were the only ones present. I sat down next to Hassan and ordered a drink. As soon as it was poured the barman disappeared out the back leaving Hassan and I alone at the bar. As soon as he was gone Hassan walked behind the bar, and with a mysterious grin, a pulled out a large package. It was wrapped in pink paper with a huge pink ribbon.
"I took the liberty of getting you a present, I'm fairly sure you will like it. I hope you don't mind" he explained.
"But why? It's not my birthday or anything and we only just met?" I asked.
"Just open it and see, please" he pleaded.
"Okay, okay"
The shocked look on my face must have told Hassan that he had guessed wrong. Inside the box was the exact outfit Karla had worn the night before, the boots, skirt, top and a matching set of lacy red underwear all neatly arranged inside the box.
"Um, yeah thanks Hassan, what is this for? I asked, a little embarrassed.
"I'm so sorry, I just thought from what you said last night that you were into dressing up. I'm sorry Tom I just assumed you were excited by the thought of dressing like a woman. I mean you have beautiful features and an amazing figure for it".
I was a little shocked that Hassan thought I wanted to be one of the girls, instead of fucking them. But I was also shocked that he thought I had the right features. I'm very slim for a man but I'm also 6'feet tall, which I assumed would be too tall.
We both sat there in silence for a few minutes, Hassan embarrassed, and me digesting the surprise. I spoke first.
"Well thank you for the present, it was a little surprising though. I take it as a compliment that you think I would look attractive in this but it's something I have never ever thought about"
"Tom" Hassan interrupted, "Again I'm sorry about misreading you, but I think you would be more than just attractive. I think you would be gorgeous in it. Even some of the girls last night thought you would look great in it".
"You mean everyone from last night thinks I'm a tranny?" I yelled quite angrily.
"No, they just think you want to be one, and they all think you would be amazing" he explained calmly.
"Look I'm going home. This is all just too much". With that I stood up and walked out.
At the door Hassan grabbed me, he was carrying my present.
"Look Tom, I'm so sorry. Just take this, it's yours and you may be able to give it someone else. Maybe it can make up for the embarrassment I caused you".
And with that he turned and walked back inside.
When I got home I put my present down on the coffee table and sat down on the lounge staring at it for god knows how long. I I had many things to think about. I'd never even thought about dressing up but the more I thought about it the more excited I became. I decided to sleep on it and see how I felt in the morning.
I awoke with 6 inch cock at full attention, it had been a restless night and I had decided that I would try the outfit on just to see what I looked like. I had to answer two very big questions which had kept me awake all night, could I be a gorgeous girl and how much I would be excited by wearing woman's clothes.
I opened the box and got out all the contents, aside from the garments there was a long light brown wig, very similar to my own hair colour, a set of C size silicon breast forms and a small make up kit. Hassan sure was thorough.
I decided I was going to try this properly so I headed to the shower and gave myself my first full body shave. I actually got much more into it than I had expected and shaved off all the hair below my neck, I was only going to do my legs. It felt great having the water running over my bare skin and I just couldn't stop. Once I was dry I headed into the bedroom to find some answers I already thought I knew.
I started with the underwear, it was the first time I had ever put a bra on, but it fitted fine and the forms filled out the cups well. Next came the red thong, as soon as I felt the lace slide between my cheeks my cock was at attention. It looked very out of place in the front of the thong and was a definite give away that I was enjoying this much more than I had expected to. The pleated skirt fitted snugly around my waist and the little white shirt I tied in a not exposing my bra, copying Karla. I then slid me feet into the long boots and laced them both up whilst my hard on strained at the lace.
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Keywords: Arabian, Adventure,