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Subject: {ASSM} Wolf in Wolf's Clothing by L.  Morningstar (MF caution)
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WOLF IN WOLF'S CLOTHING
by L. Morningstar
(MF caution)

Sticking out from the building, so it could be seen from far up
and down the street, was an orange sign with a white "O" on it.
Above the door, visible once I was standing in front of it,
another sign named the place "Bliss Bar."

It was not far from Castro Street in San Francisco; and it was
the sisterly equivalent of those nearby joints that catered to
those looking for the kind of brotherly love that is actually
much harder to get in Philadelphia. This was a lesbian pick up
joint, and although I am 100% male, I fully expected to find some
carnal entertainment there on that random Friday night.

Why was I so sure of my ability to convert those playing for the
other team?

Well, for one thing, this was not exactly my first time at bat
and my averages had been pretty good. This was, in no small part,
due to the fact that I don't like to play by the normal rules. In
fact, I don't even play the same game. The game I like to play
involves doing everything a man normally wants to do with a
woman, but without the woman ever knowing she has even been with
a man.

You might be thinking that this means that I was entering the bar
dressed as a woman. Well, not exactly. Convincing drag is pretty
hard to pull off.

I am not tall for a man, and my build is slight, my cheek bones
narrow, so I can certainly be a more convincing woman than the
average male. However, in close proximity my illusion is easily
penetrated by my intended target (almost exactly the opposite of
my goal). Something is off. They tend to notice right away that
something is wrong, and come to the correct conclusions rather
quickly.

But I have found a solution to this problem. Make it obvious that
something is wrong, but lead them to the wrong conclusion.

That's why I entered Bliss
Bar for the first (and last) time dressed like a man - but not
dressed the way you would see me on a normal weekday. I wore a
fedora on top of a head of greased back hair. My facial hair had
all been carefully removed an hour before and an obviously fake
mustache drawn on with grease paint. I wore a black 1950s style
zoot suit with an orange shirt. Tie matched the suit. Pocket
handkerchief matched the shirt, which also coincidentally matched
the walls of Bliss Bar.

When I do this, I need to go for a more extreme effect than just
a masculine dressing bull-dyke. I make myself look like a parody
of an old style gangster   which is to say   a parody of the
dangerously masculine. 

And I knew the effect was perfect as, walking into the bar, I
caught a few startled looks that turned into smiles as the
evaluation went from "small man in loud clothes" to "medium sized
woman in drag playing it extra old-school comically macho."

I am trying to be a fantasy for a certain type of lady. One that
I can often find in a place like Bliss Bar. And as I made my way
from the door towards the long bar on the left, I already had her
spotted. A short, very large breasted, long haired, brunette
sitting alone at the far end of the bar - tight sweater, short
skirt, high heels, lots of makeup but tastefully applied.

There are quite a few flavors of lesbian. The girl I am looking
for is as fem as they get, and likes her girlfriends to be butch.
I suspect that deep down she is not really even gay; she is just
afraid of men for some reason. Sometimes because of a bad early
sexual experience. Sometimes no experience; she just got started
first with girls and has learned from them that men are
inherently evil. (Admittedly what I do is pretty evil, but the
entire gender shouldn't be judged by my bad example.)

In any case, my parody of macho is attractive to this type. They
viscerally yearn for the masculine, even while they are
intellectually repulsed by it. My act allows them both to
fantasize about and ridicule maleness simultaneously. I could see
both the hunger and humor in this one, and I moved right in for
the kill   holding her eyes as I crossed the distance between
us.

"Hey babe! What's a girl like you doing in a nice place like
this? Can I buy you a drink? If I told you that you had a
beautiful body would you hold it against me? What's your name
little girl?"

She laughed and said her name was "Susan"

"Sexy Suzy! Suzy the Floozy! Your quite a doozy. You make me
woozy!", I riffed.

I always appreciate the irony of the fact that one can easily
seduce a woman who is turned off by macho bullshit by stepping up
the macho bullshit up to ridiculously comical levels.

"Barkeep! Another of the same for the lovely lady, and a manly
draft beer for myself!"

I should point out here that there is a trick I do with my voice
that is part of the costume. It takes a little practice, but I
can pitch my voice in such a way that it sounds, for all the
world, like a person with a higher pitched voice trying to
imitate a lower pitched voice. It requires a tightness to the
vocal cords like singing falsetto, but not quite. The first time
I tried it I sounded like a Muppet   but it improved quickly with
practice.

"That's quite a costume you've got there", she said.

"All the cool cats are wearing them.", I said. "I like what you
are wearing too. But I'd rather see what's underneath." I leered.
"You show me yours and I'll show you mine..." I grabbed my crotch
in a highly suggestive and masculine manor.

She laughed again and said "I'm not sure that you can have
anything down there that measures up to the rest of that
outfit."

"Oh, you'd be surprised", I said. "I have my favorite toy with me
tonight. I like to bring it with me wherever I go. And no one has
ever complained about how it 'measures up'."

My beer had arrived, and I picked it up.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I am going to give it
an airing in the john right now if you want to see it" and I
walked towards the restrooms without looking back to see if she
was behind me. I had no doubt she would follow. A woman who would
never go into a public restroom with a man is quite used to doing
it with another girl   it seems totally safe. And she was curious
to see if I really had a toy and how else I might be funny and
entertaining. She probably didn't even know that she was also
already a little bit turned on.

I went into the much less often used men's room and, when she
followed me in, a minute later, drink in hand, I had another key
part of my costume at the ready.

I had set down my drink and was standing in front of the
facilities with my suit pants open and a very high end flesh-tone
dildo sticking out through the fly. As the door closed behind
her, I turned so she could see the thing profile. It was quite a
bit longer and bigger around than the average real cock (but then
so am I) and as she looked at it I could see a look of doubt
cross her face   that is until I pulled it out of my pants and
handed it to her.

She laughed as she took it from me.

"That bulb on the back is full of warm water to simulate a man
coming inside you" I said. "and the skin almost feels real
doesn't it?"

"Oh. I wouldn't really know. I don't have a lot of
experience..."

Excellent! I though. A virgin?

I moved closer to her and said "We will just have to give you
some then."

With my left hand I took hold of the hand she was holding the
dildo with. With my right hand I reached under her skirt and
cupped her crotch.

"What a naughty girl you are, following a strange man into the
restroom. Who knows what he might do to you. He might even make
you put his thing in your mouth!"

I pushed the dildo towards her mouth while sliding my index
finger along her slit through her barely covering thong panties.

"Um...", she said, "maybe we should..."

"Shut up and suck", I forced the dildo towards her face and her
drink shattered on the floor as she grabbed each of my wrists
with each of her hands. But she did not push either of them away.
She just held them tightly as she parted her lips for the dildo.
"That's a good girl I said. Close your eyes and suck it."

I worked the tip of the dildo in and out of her mouth   giving
her instructions. "Now lick the tip." "Now try to swallow it
deep." "No teeth   its delicate and expensive." "That's a good
little cock sucker."

All the while I was massaging her pussy. I could feel her juices
penetrating the thin underwear and I pulled them aside for better
access, sliding a finger, then two, inside her.

She was really getting into it, and so was I. My real cock
quickly grew in my pants until it was as big and hard as the
dildo in her mouth, while she started to make cute little high
pitched humming noises on the fake cock. She released my wrists
and her hands massaged her large breasts.

She was getting close, and it was time for the real fun.

I wouldn't have tried this next part even a few months before,
but I had been getting bolder in this game recently.

"A real slut gets on her knees to suck cock", I said, pulling the
dildo out of her mouth and positioning it again directly in front
of my crotch. I stopped playing with her pussy and put my right
hand on her shoulder to apply some downward pressure.

As she easily yielded and started to sink to her knees, my hand
quickly darted down and snagged the bottom of her sweater  
lifting it up over her head. As she raised her arms to make it
easier for me to strip her with one free hand, my other hand
preformed a bit of prestidigitation. During the moments when her
face was completely covered by the sweater, I slid the dildo into
my jacket pocket and quickly fished my real flesh and blood cock
out of my pants, keeping my balls safely hidden inside.

When the sweater cleared her head the scene was the same. I was
holding a similar looking phallus with one hand wrapped around he
base, directly in front of my crotch, pointed right at her face.

She did not hesitate and slid her greedy lips back over the tip
of my cock   completely unaware that she was no longer sucking on
a dildo. I kept the extra skin pulled back tight to simulate a
smooth plastic surface, but I might not have even bothered. She
was way into it at this point and started playing with her pussy
with one hand while massaging one huge, bra clad, breast with the
other.

I continued to talk to her and instruct her. "Take it deep you
little slut!" "What a bad girl you are   sucking off a strange
man in the mens room!" I grabbed her beautiful dark hair with my
free hand and forced her head down a little farther until she
gagged a bit.

And all the while I marveled at the situation. Here was a
lipstick lesbian, who might never even have been with a man,
going down on me in the bathroom of a lesbian bar. She had no
idea that she had a real man's cock tonsil deep in her throat.
She thought it was all a nice safe lesbian fantasy.

Hell, she probably thought I was doing her a favor   making her
feel all tingly without having yet hinted at any reciprocation.
When I moaned slightly as she went deep again   this time on her
own initiative - and I gasped "Oh god yes, that's good", she was
thinking it was just part of an act for her benefit. I think I
even saw her smile - as best a woman can with a cock in her
throat.

Those gorgeous tits were bouncing nicely in the bra, but I really
had to see them, so I reached over her back and deftly undid the
clasp. And they were just as wonderful as I thought they would
be. The bra slid down off of those huge bouncing melons   just
the perfect firmness   the perfect ripeness. She stopped playing
with herself to remove the bra completely, but she never stopped
bobbing up and down on my hard rod.

"Pull your skirt up" I said, "I want to see that ho little ass."
"Lean Forward"

I was holding her hair again, and first I pulled her head forward
so she was forced to put her hands down on the bathroom floor,
then I pulled her head back until I got her into the perfect
position to view her in all her glory.

I watched her mouth slide up and down my shaft while, from my
viewpoint, I could see her breasts bouncing below fer face and
her ass, covered only by a thong pulled way over to one side,
bouncing above her face. She was perfectly framed.

After a few long moments of savoring the combination of this
gorgeous view and the delicious feeling of her soft wet mouth, I
looked over in the bathroom mirror at the side angle of that
gorgeous slut devouring my cock. I noticed with amusement that I
was still wearing my hat. Also that there was a little bit of
blood on the floor - one of her knees must have landed on the
broken glass from her drink but she hadn't even noticed. For some
reason that almost sent me over the edge. I started to lose it,
and that wouldn't do, so I pulled on her hair and said "Stand
up!" "Turn Around"

I pushed her head almost up to the mirror and then dragged it
back again while locking her into place against the counter with
my hips. I could see her tits almost, but not quite touching on
the counter-top and the expression on her face in the mirror. Her
mouth made a perfect "O" as I entered her and that "O" hung there
for a moment unpronounced until finally the sound made its way up
and out of her throat and it turned into an "Ohhh God its big."

I started moving in her, slowly at first, maintaining that
position   One hand entwined in her dark curls, the other wrapped
around the base of my cock   supposedly so it would not wander
away.

But that didn't last long.

Soon her tits were bouncing on the counter-top while her ass
jiggled as it bounced back against my hips. I could see the shock
wave from each of our collisions travel from the point of impact
out around the curve of her ass, disappear into her hips and
backbone, and reappear in the mirror's reflection of the  bounce
of those magnificent breasts. She really started to moan and I
could feel my own climax rising up inside. I reached into my fly
and freed my balls which allowed me to hold off for a bit. Then I
let go of her hair and moved both hands to her hips so I could
hold her firmly as I really started to pound into her.

She was too gone to notice that there was no way I could be
holding a fake cock in place in this position or to wonder about
the feeling of flying balls smacking into her clit. But that
didn't last long. It was only a moment before my balls began to
contract against my body. Without my hand in the way, I was
penetrating her far more deeply now. And soon she wasn't just
moaning but actually started screaming. Her breath was coming so
hard and fast as her body tensed in orgasm.

My hat fell off, down onto her back, off onto the floor, and then
I was coming too.

I buried myself deep and held her tight. My balls tightening
again and again as I sent spurt after spurt of warm jizz deep
inside her. Her pussy responded. Clenching and unclenching.
Pulling my seed deeper and deeper up into her unprotected womb.
She was probably thinking it was perfectly safe, warm water   if
she was thinking at all.

And then we were still. Me slumped over her. Our breathing still
fast but now slowing noticeably.

"Wow", she managed, "how could the real thing be better than
that!"

So! She was a virgin!

I slapped her ass once sharply, leaving a bright red hand print.
Then I slipped my rapidly deflating cock out of her pussy before
she noticed it shrinking, zipped up, repositioned her underwear
and pulled down her skirt. I retrieved my hat and my beer and
slipped out the door while she was retrieving her sweater and
bra.

The smattering of applause as I left the men's room told me that
she had been audible over the bar music. I took a quick bow,
replaced my hat on my head, quickly downed my drink and left it
empty on the bar along with a $50 bill.

I made my way to the door and as I walked away into the foggy
night, I chuckled, wondering when Susan would figure out that she
had lost her virginity that night.

Never?

Later that evening she noticed remnants of a suspicious fluid
that gravity would partially remove from her and that those
flimsy panties would not be able to completely absorb?

In a few weeks when she realized she had missed her period?

Out at the bar, horny and cruising, there was a pretty good
chance it had been just the right time of the month to get her
pregnant.

After all, her body knew what it really wanted   even if her
brain did not.



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