Alone on the road, bought womens clothes, got forced at ABS

I'm in my early 20s, I have a girlfriend where I live. I am thin, short, and from the back have always been mistaken for a girl or woman. I keep my hair just above my shoulders to be honest my body is hairless except on my legs and my pubes, of course on my head also. My first lover, an older woman after she got me wanting sex all the damn time, actually would put me in some of her silk, or chiffon see-through nighties. She liked having a "woman with a cock". She also started making me call her mommy, and would spank me sometimes. That's when I stopped going back. Though I did go back on occasion when I got too horned up. I hadn't done anything like that since her, and my current girlfriend and I don't do anything like that.

I travel a lot for my job and about two months ago, gone for a couple of weeks in a small motel I went across town to a walmart. Using the self checkout I bought panties, stockings, garter, push up shelf bra, and one long lace nightgown, and another short, see-through one with ruffled panties. I also bought some dark red, almost brownish lipstick, foundation, blush, and eye makeup. Back in the safety of my room, I shaved my legs and put on my night things. I felt so pretty, so feminine in the undies, and stockings, I put on my clothes over them. I don't smoke but I wanted to smoke as a slutty woman. I bought some benson and hedges 120mm long. I really liked having them on under my outer clothes. It was no smoking in the rooms, I had to go outside. It was 2am the first time, I was made up, blow dried my hair and even put a hair band in it that I bought. I put on the long nightgown and moved outside of my room. No one was around. I stood outside, leaning against the rail feeling so sexy smoking my thin, womanly cigarette. It dawned on me then, that the older woman that taught me how to fuck, that dressed me in her night gowns smoked these same cigarettes. I went into my room after smoking two, and jacked off. For the first time I ate my own cum. I left some on my lips as I went out for my final cigarette. Two young teens were coming in from the parking lot, as they passed me the looked me over. I heard one tell the other "fuck man, she's hot". I felt so good.

The next day I went back to the store, bought a couple of bare midriff blouses, and a white mini skirt. I knew in a white mini with black croptop and bare midriff showing I'd be noticed. I went to the adult bookstore. I guess I should have realized not to go as a woman, alone. I was hit on openly in the product area, when I went in back, and into a booth there was a man at the neighboring gloryhole peeking at me as I pulled up my mini, my panties down and started jacking my cock to the movie. "let me in" I heard a whisper. "No, i can't" i answered. "Sure you can, come on I can do that for you" pointing at my cock. "stick it in the hole I'll suck it and get you harder". I did and he sucked and got me rock hard and pulled off. There was a knock at the door in my booth. I let him in. Before I did, I pulled up my panties, and pulled down my mini. He came in just as he had walked out in the hallway, his pants pulled down held up by his hand, and his 9 inch cock sticking ramrod straight. He didn't even lock the door, he just pushed in and turned me around. He lifted my skirt, yanked my panties down then squirted some lotion or oil on my butt and fucked me. He rammed it in, I was crying, begging, trying to scream when he smacked me in the head and told me to shut up. As he was ramming me my cock was in the gloryhole and I felt someones mouth on it. As I was getting raped in my booth another man was sucking my cock from the other booth. I hated it, because I was liking the sucking. The fucking pain stopped, sore but not outright pain. Unfortunately the rapist and I came at the same time. He pulled out, I head a zipper and air hitting my now opened up asshole. The guy in the other booth whispered "Thank you, that was good".

I staggered to the open door and hallway. There were at least 10 guys gathered in the hall. I guess they were all listening, some watching me get raped. One old bald, short guy licked his lips at me, and motioned with his mouth "you taste good". I pulled up my panties, tucked in my now soft cock, and pulled down my mini skirt. I was wobbling in the high heels I bought that afternoon as I painfully, and shamedly walked through the booths, to the main room and in the bright lights near the exit saw a man smiling at me. As I passed him he said "That was fun, call me later" and he handed me a slip with his phone and name on it. I couldn't believe I held it in my hand as he snickered as I limped passed him. In my car sitting down was another experience. On the way back to my motel I felt his cum leaking into my panties. I just hoped that it wasn't staining my skirt. I went to my room, took off my panties and in the bathroom bent over and saw my abused, raped ass, or should I call it a pussy now? I sat and got rid of his cum, as much as I could, there was still some coming out the next morning. On the paper there was blood. That was less the next morning and by the afternoon it was gone. I spent the whole day off wondering what happened, and blaming myself for being raped, I went where I shouldn't, dressed like I shouldn't and paid the price for it.

About 4pm I called my rapist. He took me to a restaurant, then back to my room and I sucked him off, and he fucked me twice that night and again the next morning before I got dressed into a nice housewifey flowered dress as he took me to breakfast. Now when I travel I crossdress all the time, look up trans friendly clubs and try to get laid.