I'm a male now in my 30s but my crossdressing started back in my mid teens, never thought much of it and would still consider myself to be pretty straight. But in my early 20s I got the urge to swallow a load I tried my own but it didn't satisfy the urge, this brings us to the start of my first dogging experience.

By this time I had a good collection of female clothing, makeup, heels and a pair of fake breasts. Until this point this had all been to just dress up in the house but that night I was feeling particularly frisky and decided I would try go dogging. I put on a red lace bodysuit, fishnets, thigh high socks, a very tight fitting black dress 5inch heeled boots then applied some foundation, mascara, fake eyelashes, eyeshadow and a red lip to finish it off and waited until it was dark out. Late in the evening about 11pm I left. My flat for the first time enfemme jumped in my car and drove to some local spots I had heard of.

I was nervous as hell driving through the streets what If someone saw me or recognised the car the thoughts faded as I got further from the main roads and became more focused on one thing. I arrived at the car park there was a few other cars with single guys I could see as I drove along. I caught the eye of most of them as I drove by being lit up but just the car headlights I looked especially feminine. As I parked I realised I had this new feeling it was a fear, this kept me in my car as people's internal lights went on and off and windows went up and down for the next couple of hours as I tried to muster the courage to make a move.

Eventually all the cars I could see had left so I though I'll get out and have a cigarette in the cool night before driving home failing at what I set out to do. While smoking a man who was slim clean shaven and looked to be in his mid thirties came strolling up to me, there was a moment of panic I'm not sure if was the nicotine that subsided it or the casual tone in the way the man said I looked pretty and asked what I was looking for? When I in a hushed slightly feminine tone offered him a blowjob.

He took no time unbuttoning his trousers as I dropped to my knees revealing what was about a 4inch fairly girthy cock. I gave the tip a kiss as I thought to my self this is it and wrapped my lips round the full thing apparently he wasn't done growing as before I knew it he was well intruly hitting the back of my throat. I felt a hand appear on the back of my head that was forcing me further down his now 6 or 7 inch cock filling my entire mouth and making me gag my eyes starting to tear up but his moans were so satisfying that I couldn't do anything but continue. By now he was face fucking me and time flew by I was in bliss before he suddenly pulled out and unloaded all over my face, I went back to suck his cock clean when he said ohh you want second and he wrapped his hand round my head and went back to fucking my mouth more rough than before. This lasted longer than the first time but I could feel him throbbing then suddenly my mouth was full with this man warm cum, he continued for another minute gently before stepping back and helping me to my feet as I swallow his load he asks how many men I've done this with, as I answered he was my first he was shocked claiming that it might have been the best blowjob he's ever had. I wiped the remaining cum from my face and licked my fingers clean as he wanderd back to his car.

I climbed back into my car and a look in the driver side mirror revieled my mascara tears had run all down my face my face eyelashes were hanging off plastered in cum and the previously neat red lipstick was messily around my mouth. I drove home without a care in the world feeling very satisfied. I wanderd back up my flats stairs knowing if anyone walked out I would be obvious what I've been up too then climbed into bed absolutely shattered. I woke the next morning to a very sore throat my voice croaky and swallowing was painful but it was all a reminder of what a night it had been.