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  • Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/
    #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent

    Chrissy on the Hillcrest Bus

    The bus hissed as it opened its doors on University Avenue, right in the heart of Hillcrest, San Diego’s famous gay neighborhood. I climbed aboard, heart racing a little faster than usual. On the outside I was in my “boy clothes” — plain pants, a simple shirt — but underneath I was my secret self: Chrissy Marie Tunnell. Pink floral panties hugged my smooth hips, a matching bra cupped my chest, and tiny flashes of trans-colored jewelry — a ring, a dangling earring — shimmered in the afternoon light.

    I wasn’t fully comfortable living openly as a girl yet, but I loved leaving little clues for anyone observant enough to notice.

    As I walked down the aisle, I felt eyes on me. One man’s gaze dropped to where the pink waistband of my panties peeked above my pants. Another tilted his head just enough to catch the faint outline of my bra straps beneath the thin cotton of my shirt. My jewelry glinted when the bus jolted, and I knew they’d seen the colors.

    Their eyes followed me hungrily as I slid into a seat halfway down. Even the bus driver, watching through the mirror, licked his lips and adjusted in his chair.

    “Hey…” one man finally said, his voice a mix of awe and lust. “You’re Chrissy… the trans model, aren’t you?”

    My cheeks burned, but I gave a shy smile. “Yes.”

    A low whistle came from the back. “Damn. You should take those clothes off.”

    I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “I can’t here…”

    Then the driver’s voice, gravelly but warm, floated down the aisle: “It’s okay. I won’t say anything.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, daring me.

    A shiver ran through me. My body trembled with a mix of nerves and arousal as I stood up slowly, the bus swaying beneath my feet. I grabbed the metal pole for balance, slipped off my shirt one button at a time, and slid my pants down my thighs. Gasps and murmurs spread as I revealed my pink bra and panties, smooth legs, and the bulge already straining with need.

    “Goddamn…” someone whispered.

    I posed for them, turning so they could see the curve of my ass, bending just enough to make my cheeks round and full under the thin fabric. I arched my back, running my hands down my torso, teasing myself for their eyes. The air hummed with catcalls and whistles, every sound feeding my arousal.

    I felt powerful. Desired. Exposed.

    The driver adjusted his mirror again, his eyes glued to me. My **** twitched inside my panties, leaking, the wet spot spreading. A chorus of moans and encouragement filled the bus as I spread my legs, cupped myself through the silky fabric, and let them watch my face flush and my chest rise and fall with each deep breath.

    I was their show, their Chrissy, their secret ******* on wheels.

    Chrissy’s Bus Show – The Climax
    The bus swayed along the road, but I barely noticed. Every set of eyes was on me — hungry, wide, devouring. I stood in the aisle in nothing but my pink floral bra and panties, my smooth skin glistening under the fluorescent lights, my **** straining the damp satin.

    “Do it, Chrissy,” someone whispered, voice husky with need.

    “Yes… show us,” another begged.

    The encouragement hit me like waves of heat. I hooked my thumbs under the band of my panties, tugged them tight against my bulge, and let out a trembling gasp. My **** pulsed, the wet spot spreading. The riders groaned, some openly rubbing themselves as they watched.

    I spread my legs wider, arched my back, and cupped myself through the silky fabric. The friction was maddening. My hips bucked, the panties darkening with each spurt of precum.

    “God, look at you,” the bus driver moaned from the mirror, his knuckles white on the wheel.

    The passengers cheered me on, clapping, catcalling, shouting my name. “Chrissy! Chrissy!”

    I slid one hand up my chest, over my flat stomach, to my bra — tugging at the cups, making my nipples stand hard under the lace. My other hand rubbed furiously over the soaked bulge, grinding, stroking, teasing myself to the edge.

    The entire bus rocked with my moans. My thighs quivered, my lips parted, sweat dripping down my temples. I was lost in it, lost in them, lost in the rush of being seen.

    Then it hit.

    “Ahhh—!” My body seized, **** jerking uncontrollably as I came hard in my panties. Hot, sticky release poured out, soaking the pink fabric, running down my thighs. Gasps and cheers filled the air, some passengers clapping, others moaning with me as if they’d climaxed, too. (continued in comments below):


    -Chrissy
    Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent Chrissy on the Hillcrest Bus The bus hissed as it opened its doors on University Avenue, right in the heart of Hillcrest, San Diego’s famous gay neighborhood. I climbed aboard, heart racing a little faster than usual. On the outside I was in my “boy clothes” — plain pants, a simple shirt — but underneath I was my secret self: Chrissy Marie Tunnell. Pink floral panties hugged my smooth hips, a matching bra cupped my chest, and tiny flashes of trans-colored jewelry — a ring, a dangling earring — shimmered in the afternoon light. I wasn’t fully comfortable living openly as a girl yet, but I loved leaving little clues for anyone observant enough to notice. As I walked down the aisle, I felt eyes on me. One man’s gaze dropped to where the pink waistband of my panties peeked above my pants. Another tilted his head just enough to catch the faint outline of my bra straps beneath the thin cotton of my shirt. My jewelry glinted when the bus jolted, and I knew they’d seen the colors. Their eyes followed me hungrily as I slid into a seat halfway down. Even the bus driver, watching through the mirror, licked his lips and adjusted in his chair. “Hey…” one man finally said, his voice a mix of awe and lust. “You’re Chrissy… the trans model, aren’t you?” My cheeks burned, but I gave a shy smile. “Yes.” A low whistle came from the back. “Damn. You should take those clothes off.” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “I can’t here…” Then the driver’s voice, gravelly but warm, floated down the aisle: “It’s okay. I won’t say anything.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, daring me. A shiver ran through me. My body trembled with a mix of nerves and arousal as I stood up slowly, the bus swaying beneath my feet. I grabbed the metal pole for balance, slipped off my shirt one button at a time, and slid my pants down my thighs. Gasps and murmurs spread as I revealed my pink bra and panties, smooth legs, and the bulge already straining with need. “Goddamn…” someone whispered. I posed for them, turning so they could see the curve of my ass, bending just enough to make my cheeks round and full under the thin fabric. I arched my back, running my hands down my torso, teasing myself for their eyes. The air hummed with catcalls and whistles, every sound feeding my arousal. I felt powerful. Desired. Exposed. The driver adjusted his mirror again, his eyes glued to me. My cock twitched inside my panties, leaking, the wet spot spreading. A chorus of moans and encouragement filled the bus as I spread my legs, cupped myself through the silky fabric, and let them watch my face flush and my chest rise and fall with each deep breath. I was their show, their Chrissy, their secret goddess on wheels. Chrissy’s Bus Show – The Climax The bus swayed along the road, but I barely noticed. Every set of eyes was on me — hungry, wide, devouring. I stood in the aisle in nothing but my pink floral bra and panties, my smooth skin glistening under the fluorescent lights, my cock straining the damp satin. “Do it, Chrissy,” someone whispered, voice husky with need. “Yes… show us,” another begged. The encouragement hit me like waves of heat. I hooked my thumbs under the band of my panties, tugged them tight against my bulge, and let out a trembling gasp. My cock pulsed, the wet spot spreading. The riders groaned, some openly rubbing themselves as they watched. I spread my legs wider, arched my back, and cupped myself through the silky fabric. The friction was maddening. My hips bucked, the panties darkening with each spurt of precum. “God, look at you,” the bus driver moaned from the mirror, his knuckles white on the wheel. The passengers cheered me on, clapping, catcalling, shouting my name. “Chrissy! Chrissy!” I slid one hand up my chest, over my flat stomach, to my bra — tugging at the cups, making my nipples stand hard under the lace. My other hand rubbed furiously over the soaked bulge, grinding, stroking, teasing myself to the edge. The entire bus rocked with my moans. My thighs quivered, my lips parted, sweat dripping down my temples. I was lost in it, lost in them, lost in the rush of being seen. Then it hit. “Ahhh—!” My body seized, cock jerking uncontrollably as I came hard in my panties. Hot, sticky release poured out, soaking the pink fabric, running down my thighs. Gasps and cheers filled the air, some passengers clapping, others moaning with me as if they’d climaxed, too. (continued in comments below): -Chrissy
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  • Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/

    #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent

    The Meeting That Got Out of Hand
    I showed up to the office dressed in my “Supervisor” uniform — black polo shirt tucked neatly into black pants, shiny work shoes. On the outside, I looked like any middle manager headed into a boring meeting. But under it all, I wore my little secret: a lacy pink bra and panties. Just knowing they were against my skin made me shiver with anticipation.

    The room looked like an office conference space, complete with a long table, chairs, and quarterly reports scattered around. Five others were waiting — three men in polos like mine, and two women in skirts and blouses.

    I sat down and kept tugging at my shirt, worried my bra straps might show. That’s when one of the women leaned over and smirked.

    “Chris… is that lace I see under your collar?”

    My stomach flipped. I froze, heat rushing to my face. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me. The strap had slipped just enough to peek out.

    One of the men chuckled, leaning forward. “No way… are you wearing a bra under that uniform?”

    My hands fumbled at my collar, trying to hide it. “I… maybe.” My voice cracked.

    The woman reached over and tugged my shirt down just enough to reveal the delicate strap, then the curve of lace against my chest. Gasps, then laughter, but not cruel — hungry. Aroused.

    “Stand up,” another man said. “Show us.”

    I hesitated only a second before rising to my feet. Heart pounding, I pulled my polo up, exposing the pink bra stretched across my chest. The room went silent, then filled with low groans of approval.

    “****, Chrissy,” one of them whispered. “Turn around.”

    I obeyed, bending slightly. My waistband had slipped low enough that the lacy panties showed above my pants. Someone reached out, tugging them down just enough to expose the curve of my ass.

    The first touch made me gasp — a hand sliding over the silk, squeezing, then pulling my pants down around my thighs. Now I was standing in front of them in bra and panties, my **** already swelling against the lace.

    They closed in. A woman pressed her lips to mine, lipstick smearing as her tongue slid into my mouth. Hands roamed everywhere — groping my ass, tugging at my nipples through the bra, cupping my **** through the panties.

    “Get on the table,” the tall man ordered.

    I climbed onto the polished surface, lying back as they surrounded me. Someone yanked my panties aside, freeing my ****, already dripping. A hot mouth enveloped me, sucking hard, while another tongue flicked over my nipple, teeth grazing until I cried out.

    My legs were spread wide, panties shoved down, and I felt a slick finger pushing into my ass, stretching me open. I moaned around the **** one of the men slid between my lips, gagging as he held my head and thrust deep.

    It was a blur of sensation. One man fucking my throat, another pumping into my ass, their bodies grinding against me while the women took turns riding my face and jerking my ****. The table shook with every thrust, papers scattering like a storm.

    “Good little slut,” someone growled in my ear as they pounded into me from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the office. My **** spurted across my stomach, hot and sticky, but they didn’t stop. They used me until I was soaked with cum inside and out, my bra twisted, panties torn, lipstick smeared across my face.

    When it was finally over, I lay sprawled on the table, trembling, dripping, utterly used. The others buttoned their shirts, straightened their skirts, laughing softly as though the meeting had gone exactly as planned.

    I wiped the mess from my lips, my chest still heaving. “So…” I whispered, voice raw, “should I type up the minutes?”

    The room erupted in laughter — and I knew I’d just passed my first real office initiation.

    -Chrissy

    Good evening sweets! I'm off to work. But thought I'd leave you with a story. More: http://chrissyinsd.hotviber.com/ #crossdresser #sissy #sissyboy #crossdressers #sissies #shemale #ladyboy #femboy #femman #femboys #crossdressing #gurl #trans #transgirl #transwoman #transgender #tgirl #gay #lgbtq #nsfw #adultsonly #adultcontent The Meeting That Got Out of Hand I showed up to the office dressed in my “Supervisor” uniform — black polo shirt tucked neatly into black pants, shiny work shoes. On the outside, I looked like any middle manager headed into a boring meeting. But under it all, I wore my little secret: a lacy pink bra and panties. Just knowing they were against my skin made me shiver with anticipation. The room looked like an office conference space, complete with a long table, chairs, and quarterly reports scattered around. Five others were waiting — three men in polos like mine, and two women in skirts and blouses. I sat down and kept tugging at my shirt, worried my bra straps might show. That’s when one of the women leaned over and smirked. “Chris… is that lace I see under your collar?” My stomach flipped. I froze, heat rushing to my face. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me. The strap had slipped just enough to peek out. One of the men chuckled, leaning forward. “No way… are you wearing a bra under that uniform?” My hands fumbled at my collar, trying to hide it. “I… maybe.” My voice cracked. The woman reached over and tugged my shirt down just enough to reveal the delicate strap, then the curve of lace against my chest. Gasps, then laughter, but not cruel — hungry. Aroused. “Stand up,” another man said. “Show us.” I hesitated only a second before rising to my feet. Heart pounding, I pulled my polo up, exposing the pink bra stretched across my chest. The room went silent, then filled with low groans of approval. “Fuck, Chrissy,” one of them whispered. “Turn around.” I obeyed, bending slightly. My waistband had slipped low enough that the lacy panties showed above my pants. Someone reached out, tugging them down just enough to expose the curve of my ass. The first touch made me gasp — a hand sliding over the silk, squeezing, then pulling my pants down around my thighs. Now I was standing in front of them in bra and panties, my cock already swelling against the lace. They closed in. A woman pressed her lips to mine, lipstick smearing as her tongue slid into my mouth. Hands roamed everywhere — groping my ass, tugging at my nipples through the bra, cupping my cock through the panties. “Get on the table,” the tall man ordered. I climbed onto the polished surface, lying back as they surrounded me. Someone yanked my panties aside, freeing my cock, already dripping. A hot mouth enveloped me, sucking hard, while another tongue flicked over my nipple, teeth grazing until I cried out. My legs were spread wide, panties shoved down, and I felt a slick finger pushing into my ass, stretching me open. I moaned around the cock one of the men slid between my lips, gagging as he held my head and thrust deep. It was a blur of sensation. One man fucking my throat, another pumping into my ass, their bodies grinding against me while the women took turns riding my face and jerking my cock. The table shook with every thrust, papers scattering like a storm. “Good little slut,” someone growled in my ear as they pounded into me from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the office. My cock spurted across my stomach, hot and sticky, but they didn’t stop. They used me until I was soaked with cum inside and out, my bra twisted, panties torn, lipstick smeared across my face. When it was finally over, I lay sprawled on the table, trembling, dripping, utterly used. The others buttoned their shirts, straightened their skirts, laughing softly as though the meeting had gone exactly as planned. I wiped the mess from my lips, my chest still heaving. “So…” I whispered, voice raw, “should I type up the minutes?” The room erupted in laughter — and I knew I’d just passed my first real office initiation. -Chrissy
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  • I’ve been silent… but not idle. The throne has been polished, the rules refined. Now, The Donna seek a worthy submissive—obedient, devoted, and hungry to serve. If you feel the pull, step forward. If you hesitate, you’re not ready. Your DOMINA has returned. Subject yourself!
    I’ve been silent… but not idle. The throne has been polished, the rules refined. Now, The Donna seek a worthy submissive—obedient, devoted, and hungry to serve. If you feel the pull, step forward. If you hesitate, you’re not ready. Your DOMINA has returned. Subject yourself!
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  • Laying here at 4.30am and I'm hungry and horny. Sure I could go and find something to slip in my mouth.

    But what am I going to eat?
    Laying here at 4.30am and I'm hungry and horny. Sure I could go and find something to slip in my mouth. But what am I going to eat? 🤔
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  • Got lots of things to do but still have one thing that is always on my mind and this thing is...
    A big ass She-Meat banging me up into my CockHungry CuntAss and Spraying my sweet little Queen B-Hind full with sweet She-Seed so my own She-**** is dribbling also She-Seed...mmm
    Got lots of things to do but still have one thing that is always on my mind and this thing is... A big ass She-Meat banging me up into my CockHungry CuntAss and Spraying my sweet little Queen B-Hind full with sweet She-Seed so my own She-Cock is dribbling also She-Seed...mmm
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  • It's Feeding time, anybody hungry
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    I have photo sets available if you want them, just ask.... Uncensored of course.

    My Profile ( Below) UK GB Derby
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    UK GB Lingerie CD
    I love Smooth Shaven Slim CDs in Lingerie Stockings, Suspenders, Bodystockings, Crotchless Tights, Basques, Sheer Thongs and of course Stilettos. Particularly like the Tarty Slut look.
    Also love Fancy Dress and Cosplay outfits

    Got loads of Naughty pics available.
    Got 3 Groups
    --Fancy Dress / Cosplay
    --CD Stories
    --Polls
    All worth joining and good fun.

    Any really personal stuff, just ASK..

    Age 55
    Hight 5'5"
    Weight 9.5 Stone
    Length 6" max
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    Any of the Stuff below does not mean I won't talk with you or be friendly....

    (Pet CD Hates....)
    Hairy including Beards - See Selfish CD
    Non CDs - See Selfish CD
    Curious Men - See Selfish CD
    BDSM and Money Touts
    Ai & Fake Profiles,
    Fake Faces,
    Airbrushing

    (Photo Tips)
    Don't photo your Fat Ass or Belly.
    Don't Photo you Panties surrounded by Hairs.
    Don't Photo you Dirty Unwashed Ass.
    Have a Shave and a Wash
    Check the Dirty mess in the background of your photo.
    (((....Nobody especially me wants to see any of these...)))
    Wear Tights under your Stockings and Suspenders to hide any leg hairs.

    Don't ask me to be a Friend or for pics or personal stuff if you have a blank profile.

    Please send any Naughty Stories into the CD Stories Group or email them to smoothandveryjuicy@yahoo.co.uk
    ❤️ It's Feeding time, anybody hungry ❤️ _________________________ I have photo sets available if you want them, just ask.... Uncensored of course. My Profile ( Below) UK GB Derby Click on 'Read more' below UK GB Lingerie CD I love Smooth Shaven Slim CDs in Lingerie Stockings, Suspenders, Bodystockings, Crotchless Tights, Basques, Sheer Thongs and of course Stilettos. Particularly like the Tarty Slut look. Also love Fancy Dress and Cosplay outfits Got loads of Naughty pics available. Got 3 Groups --Fancy Dress / Cosplay --CD Stories --Polls All worth joining and good fun. Any really personal stuff, just ASK.. Age 55 Hight 5'5" Weight 9.5 Stone Length 6" max 😉 ________________________ Any of the Stuff below does not mean I won't talk with you or be friendly.... (Pet CD Hates....) Hairy including Beards - See Selfish CD Non CDs - See Selfish CD Curious Men - See Selfish CD BDSM and Money Touts Ai & Fake Profiles, Fake Faces, Airbrushing (Photo Tips) Don't photo your Fat Ass or Belly. Don't Photo you Panties surrounded by Hairs. Don't Photo you Dirty Unwashed Ass. Have a Shave and a Wash Check the Dirty mess in the background of your photo. (((....Nobody especially me wants to see any of these...))) Wear Tights under your Stockings and Suspenders to hide any leg hairs. Don't ask me to be a Friend or for pics or personal stuff if you have a blank profile. Please send any Naughty Stories into the CD Stories Group or email them to smoothandveryjuicy@yahoo.co.uk
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  • Can't wait to put some food in my mouth I'm so hungry
    Can't wait to put some food in my mouth I'm so hungry
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  • #hungry. I’m so hungry. Looking for local to fill me anyhow
    #hungry. I’m so hungry. Looking for local 🍆 to fill me anyhow 💦💦💦💦
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  • ready for this app to block all hungry ********** and let us wear these outfits as our everyday style. #dress #crossdress
    ready for this app to block all hungry mistresses and let us wear these outfits as our everyday style. #dress #crossdress
    had to rejoin..... im so upset that all my pics were deleted, the blocked people . and my friends too.
    i will start over again.
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