My hands shook as I nervously placed one hand under her calf to hold her leg, and with my other hand I slowly slid it up her grey skirt over her thigh.... My hand trembled as I uncomfortably felt for the rim of her tights."Oh for god's sake, I'll help you out." She sighed as she lifted her butt up a few inches from her plush comfy leather chair and pulled down her tights down to her thighs. I took over from her and pulled them down her long yet somewhat plumpish legs.To my surprise, her legs. I’d had a handful of experiences with guys before, but ever since I dressed up like a slut for the first time, I couldn’t stop thinking about meeting another crossdresser for some horny mutual fun. I had been faithful to my girlfriend, but after that halloween party where she dressed me like a slut, I realized that there was a whole side of me yet to explore that lay untapped. My partner knew I was bisexual, and was into me crossdressing occasionaly when we had sex, so I felt comfortable. Unlike the others she dyed her hair a bright red and, come snow or sleet, she always wore a dress. For a number of classes we worked together trying out our poor Spanish until we could both ask where the toilet was, or order a tortilla.At the end of the fourth class she met me at the door and asked if I'd like to go for a drink. I believe she sometimes flirted with me in class and I found this very flattering so going for a drink was a welcome idea. I joined her in her car and we drove a short. I did not just cum lightly, I started bucking hard like I was riding a wild bull and I had no control over my body or swaying tits.I reached out to the other two boys and had them kneel on either side of me. I grabbed them and started alternating between sucking on one, then the other.I looked at the guy between my legs. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Do not hold back. Cum in me.”To all four I said, “Tonight, in this room, for only you, I am your slut. I want your cocks and I want your cum. I am your.