I have long considered myself straight as an arrow, but in recent years, I've found myself becoming more and more obsessed with the idea of being dominated by hot, strong men. I wrote this little fantasy a while ago after watching two young studs engage in a healthy game of basketball at a park. I could hardly believe how turned on just watching them made me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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I sit on a bench in a park, dressed as a girl. I'm wearing a tank top, a tight skirt, and stockings - clothes that hug my body. I didn't bother to wear panties. From a distance, I watch two young men play basketball, wearing nothing but shorts. Their bodies glisten from their sweat, highlighting their beautiful muscles. This is what I came here to see. I just watch, admiring them, enjoying the sensation of my cock throbbing. They occasionally glance at me, probably used to girls drooling over them. After what feels like hours of blissful staring, they drop the ball...they walk towards me. My heart skips a beat. I wasn't quite counting on this.

They sit on each side of me, panting, their bodies gleaming. I sit there and stare down, pretending to ignore them. The sounds of their breath, the smell of their sweat - it makes me shiver. I try meekly to fold my hands over my crotch, hiding the noticeable bulge in my skirt. The one to my right, a blond, speaks.

"I hope you don't mind, but we couldn't help but notice your beauty. It's hard to ignore pretty girls, you know." The one to my left, a dark haired man, places a hand on my shoulder and pulls me towards him. My heart beating faster, I look up at him, at a loss for words. I must be so obvious - I don't even have to say a word. "Oh, what a cutie." He kisses me on the cheek. It's clearer than ever what I want - my body shaking, I feel a little drool escape my lips, moaning lightly. He presses his lips against mine, his tongue invading my mouth, and my hyper sensitive body is overloaded with stunning speed - I nearly cum with such force that my entire body weakens, becoming even more vulnerable. He breaks our kiss just long enough to remove my tank top and brings me closer, pressing my body against his chest as he resumes his passionate assault. I feel his sweat, his muscles, his heartbeat. I pry my mouth from his to speak. "I...I want your cock in my mouth. Please...let me taste it...I want to be yours."

He smiles, nodding with approval as I slide off of him, pulling his shorts off on the way. I kneel before him, trembling in nigh-orgasmic glee when I see his cock, his glistening, massive, gorgeous cock. My need overtakes me and I moan hungrily, going into a frenzy of passion - I lick his shaft, suck and drool over his salty cockhead, pump it with my hands, rub my chest against it, take it all into my mouth and go down on it. His cock dripping with saliva and continually covered in more, he starts groaning, petting my head and shoulders absentmindedly. I feel his member throb in my mouth as my own erection fills with heat.

He cums in mouth. The hot taste filling my mouth sends me well over the edge. Pulling my mouth off, torrents splatter my face, marking his dominance. Without thinking, I quickly pull up my skirt and sit on his lap, his softening cock against my ass, and frantically rub my rock hard dick against his stomach. Holding his shoulders, I throw my head back and moan loudly, cumming all over his sexy abs and his strong chest. A second later, I realize what I've done...they know I'm just a guy now, a little faggot posing as a girl. My head races as I expect retaliation.

He pulls me against him and kisses me, deep. He pulls off. "You're one hell of a horny little thing, aren't you? I've always wanted a girlfriend like you." My heart leaps. I turn my attention to licking my cum off from his chest, savoring the salty taste, my dick hardening again with new found energy. I gasp when I feel two hands spread my soft ass cheeks apart. "Hey, didn't forget about me, did you?" Without so much as getting a chance to turn around, the blond lifts me up by inner thighs, up and over as he stands. Before I know how to respond, he lowers me down again, spreading my ass just enough to sink me onto his cock. I scream out - painfully at first, but then... blissfully.

He has me completely above the ground, absolutely helpless. I can feel that his cock is even bigger than the dark haired man's; it fills me up. He pumps vigorously, his athletic body still dripping with sweat. I cry and moan at his mercy. "You like this, huh? Wearing stockings, getting fucked...being a man's bitch? Hmm?" His pumping, so hard and fast, more than I've ever known, overwhelms me.

"Mm...I'm your bitch...I'm your fucking bitch...mmm, oh god, fuck me, please...cum inside me...I want to...I wanna be..."

I position my head to look back at his face. He meets me with a kiss. My body once again breaks out into shivers, my cock shooting streams of white hot cum, overheated. He finally stops pounding, and with his cock completely in my ass, his muscular form shaking, wave after wave of juicy cum shoots into my ass. It trickles out, adding to the sensation. His knees buckle, and we go down.

The three of us lie on our sides, our sweaty bodies cooled by the damp grass, and me sandwiched between the two. The feeling of their muscular forms still make me shiver. The dark haired man breaks our blissful silence. "So, uh...can we keep her?" The blond laughes. "Well...she's our bitch, afterall.