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Yes OfficerThis is a true story that occurred to me back in 1994. I had been crossdressing for about 4 years at the time and was very active in the tg community and the support of other girls just coming out and coming to grips with their identity, whether they be cd, tv or ts. I would attend twice monthly a support group for girls like us. And a bunch of us would always attend this bar that catered to girls like us after the meetings to socialize, talk and dance and for some of us hookup with a hot guy. It was actually called “The T Bar”, it was well known in the area as a tranny bar and would even attract straight men and couples for the drag show that they offered on the weekends. This is the spot where I met the guy for my first hook up as a girl. My wife at the time hated my dressing and was very unsupportive of me and my desires to go out as a girl, so I would always get a cheap motel room about 3 miles down the road from the bar to facilitate my dressing and I had a place to go should I hook up with someone, whether it be another girl or a hot guy, or even a married couple, which happened one time.So this one night I was partying with a group of other girls and did take a break when this one guy came up to me and talked awhile. He thought I was part of the drag show. I took that as a compliment, but didn’t feel I was as hot looking as the girls in the show. To make it brief, he and I went out to his car where I gave him a mind blowing blow job and then I went back in the club. It was getting late, I was pretty wasted drunk and the crowd began to thin out and decided it was time to kocaeli escort call it a night, head back to my motel room, sleep it off and head home in the morning. I fumbled with my keys to unlock my car and knew I shouldn’t even be driving, but the DUI laws back then were not as strict as they are now. So I pulled out of the parking lot, made a U turn and drove very carefully, trying not to attract the attention of any police cars knowing I would be safe at my room within 5 minutes. I came within site of my motel when it happened, my worst fear, being pulled over by the cops while in drag. I saw the red and blue lights in my mirror and I pulled over on the shoulder, fearing the worst. I reached into my purse to fetch my drivers license, which showed my picture as a man, as I waited for him. He came up to my door, I put the window down and he said, “ma’am, you were not staying within your lane, license and registration please”. I reached over to the glove compartment for my registration and as I did my skirt lifted on one side and my garter straps and stocking tops were clearly visible, I don’t know if he was checking me out or not. He looked at my license and then at me and asked, “Mr (my last name) have you been drinking tonight?” I told him, just a couple of drinks, but we both knew that was a lie. He asked where I was heading, and I pointed to the motel sign, which was visible from where we stopped, not even a quarter mile away. He told me to stay in the car as he ran my license. When he returned, he said “I should take you in for DUI Mr ?, but dressed like that you would be escort kocaeli put in the mens jail and you wouldn’t last the night before getting beat up or worse”. I pleaded with him, “Officer please, I am just going to the motel right there, I promise to be careful, if I lose my license I lose my job”. He stood there and thought a moment and asked what he should call me. I replied, “Lisa”. “ok Lisa, as he opened my door he said you’re drunk and I cant let you drive. I’m not supposed to do this, but I will drive you to your room”. I stumbled and staggered as I walked to the police car and got in the front seat. The cop got in my car and moved it to the parking lot of a closed convenience store and as he walked back to the police car he was carrying my purse and my keys. My skirt had ridden up again as I sat there beside him and he began to lecture me on the dangers of driving while drunk. I replied with “yes sir, thank you sir, I really appreciate this”. As he pulled into the motel lot, he talked into the radio and said he was clear and was going to lunch or taking a break or something like that. He pulled up and parked by the stairs, turned the car off and faced me, “Lisa, do you need help getting upstairs”. I said I thought I was ok. He said, “you thought you were ok to drive too”. He held onto me as I slowly made my way up the staircase, his arm around my waist. “I just want to be sure that you’re going to be ok before I leave”. I fumbled with the room key and finally handed it to him and asked him to do it. He walked me into the room with me and I don’t remember for sure since kocaeli escort bayan I was drunk, but I could swear that I felt his hand on my ass. I had to pee, so I walked into the bathroom, lifted my skirt high, my thong and ass clearly visible and stood there and took a long piss. “Lisa, why didn’t you hook up with anyone tonight?” I explained how I met one guy and we went out to his car to talk. “Just talk”, you didn’t give him a blow job”? I said that yes I did, rather sheepishly. “Lisa, if you weren’t so sexy and not dressed like this, I would’ve hauled you off to jail, I need to give you a breathalyzer test now” and as he said that he unzipped and pulled out a very nice 7 inch dick. I didn’t hesitate and wrapped my red glossy lips around it and began sucking on his cock, just as I had done numerous times before with other guys. “good girl Lisa” as he put his hands on my head. He reached down and slid his hand under my skirt and played with my clitty as I sucked him and before he left he sucked me too, but I didn’t cum. He fucked my mouth, which is a huge turn on for me and shot his load down my throat. He cleaned himself up and put his dick away and we talked a bit, he said how he always wanted a girl like me and I was lucky that he was horny that night, or I would’ve gone to jail. He said that his shift ended at 8 am and could he stop by for more fun, and then he would take me back to my car. He came back shortly after 8 when I was sobered up enough, he was in his street clothes and we played for a good 2 hours sucking each other and him fucking me doggy style. He patiently waited as I changed back to my male self and packed my bag and drove me back to my car. I gave him my email address, since cell phones weren’t a thing yet, and he promised to email me and wanted to hook up again, but I never heard from him again after that.

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