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Some of us transvestites in private, indeed, most I believe (and if this is not so
I would like to be proven wrong) have with sex and with the practicality of things a relationship
that by definition embraces both the desire to be straight and to be homosexual.
However, we are always bizarre and our menage can only pass between the fetish and the climax, with a continuum of situations, practical and concrete that cross the most ordinary experiences and those at the limits of imagination.
Those who are like me know that our world is quite particular and only belonging to it is the right key to read. We are a niche, beautiful or ugly but extremely intimate in our understanding of what it means to be travesta. And the culmination of our boldness and sensuality we live it in the outdoor, in public and gang bang.
We don't mind, however, to bugger ourselves and enjoy in chat.
Sometimes it happens that by clicking on the PC shared by several colleagues and co-workers, you discover
without any suspicion that those who have preceded you and with whom you work closely together, are not as chaste and morose as they want you to believe, one of those who then, perhaps, judges sexual behavior different from the so-called "good sense of decency" with an attitude of intolerance and disgust.
What is her sin, if you can call it that? It is that of having been distracted and not having closed her personal access account. And then you find yourself on a messenger or on a porn WEB page.
An access to pages of a hidden "second life" similar to that of many, including your own.
You are like her and she is like you with the only difference that she is genetically and publicly
a woman, a secretary, who intimately confides and moves in the world of lesbianism,
who shares a passion for anal masturbation and who likes to strap on and fuck with
transvestite "men" sharing a rod between her lips and in her ass in a bisexual relationship.
And who would have thought that Antonella could have such tendencies.
With that chaste beligeranza appears of woman, recently grandmother (sexting among other things, just 52 years) and dodges any "avance" erotic or heavier and direct frecciatina launched by colleagues who would have wanted to take her to bed.
Who would have ever thought that she was a slut, a moralist and a respectable person.
Yet I found myself in front of an unequivocal web "chronology".
The Anto'?!
I was excited by what I was reading and at the same time by the fantasies that I could, perhaps, realize with her.
realize with her.
I liked that woman too, she was 5'6", petite, middle-aged.
Nothing fatal, not a Jessica Rabbit nor a secretary all sexy and sex.
Brown hair, sometimes straight, sometimes wavy, always elegant in her dress, whether she wore a casual dress or came to work with a more usual secretary's tailer.
In winter you would see her wearing jeans, a sweater and Hugs and the next day with a skirt and black knee-high boots. In summer with flip-flops and paradoxically 10 cm platform. Always perfumed, but never excessively so.
Then there was a colleague of mine who spent hours in the secretary's office, so much so that we called him the assistant secretary.
But that's another story.
That morning, one of the many, I was at his computer, his in the relative sense that is, I was at the secretary's PC and with a hard cock in my uniform pants, I was reading his pages when I heard his voice and that of the head nurse (another cool and unsuspected prima donna) come from the corridor next to the secretary.
I quickly closed all the pages until I found myself on the desktop, the one with the green hills and blue sky.
The "disconnect" dialog box opened and with a click I instinctively selected "no".
The two "comari" entered the room and continued to talk (I called them Adelina and Guendalina in reference to the two geese in The Aristocats and they knew it too) and as always they didn't care who was there.
On the other hand, that was a secretary's office and that was what it was for those who worked in that department.
However, Antonella, at a certain point fell silent, interrupting the chatter with my
delightful head nurse, Raffaella.
Her alarmed gaze turned abruptly to the computer monitor and then to mine.
With wide, questioning eyes she stared at me for a few moments.
He was wondering and asking me if I had seen everything! Mindful of the fact that perhaps
she had not properly closed her account, before walking away.
She seemed lost, lost in a world of worry about what might have happened.
I could feel her wheels in her brain turning, trying to figure out if I had
discovered her recondite perversions.
Anto approached, always in silence, looking now at the computer and now at my face trying to see if I knew what she was hiding. But damn I say ... but you must be really taken to have to feel the need to use a PC at work!
I got up from that workstation leaving her in front of the computer.
I still think back to when I calmly said to her, "It's all yours, all right? Anto'" referring to the PC.
I looked her intensely in the eyes, and I'm sure that my face had that smile
under the moustache of those who know and do not reveal themselves. Ironic and unequivocally saccharine.
She was all on hers, red in the face and ready with her little hands to search with the mouse
the last pages visited in that computer.
I ran a hand over her hair, as I often did without malice, just for a caress.
Even I, however, at that juncture, I could not pretend to do nothing so that while she was waiting
to open the documents recently visited I made her feel how hard I had become leaning for a moment on his shoulder.
Then I pulled away, looking intensely into her eyes, saying:
"you are always the most beautiful Anto'. today then with these high boots, then..."
And so saying I left the room, pretending to move away. I stayed near the door to listen.
I had the suspicion that those two, Adelina and Guendalina, were running away from each other and were having a ball.
And I wasn't wrong; on the other hand, with what I had just discovered on the computer, Anto' couldn't help but share something with that slut of a nurse.
The two of them were so caught up in the worry that they didn't even think of closing the door to the answering machine.
"I was talking on messenger with ... " whispered Anto.
"It's your fault that you made me come to the nurse's station, I didn't close".
"but what a bitch you are" Raffa replied.
"not if he didn't see!"
"but what? You think he's stupid? Of course he did, you know he's good with a PC.
"What do we do now?
What do we do? What do I do? I said to myself!
In front of those two, my every perversion exploded.
They were fucking each other and people found on the web. They fucked and lesbicavano, sometimes
each other and sometimes separately with friends contacted on the Internet.
And now that I knew I felt even more attracted to get into that filth of theirs
having for both of them separately a great foia since always. Imagine now that I had
found them accomplices and so pig.
The question was: what to do?
Well, that afternoon I sent a text message to Antonella.
The text was this: "We'll meet tomorrow at 5 o'clock at the Florian I'll book everything".
I signed the text message with my nickname, the one they normally call me by in the Department.
There and then I got no response. After two hours I received: "OK at 5 o'clock".
The "Florian" is a small 3-star hotel near the train station.
"Put on today's boots!" I write in the confirmation sms.
I make a reservation, I arrive first and I get naked in a pair of G.L. Mink 70 DEN collars.
(I own 2 pairs and I'm jealous since they are no longer on the market) and a Daino from 40 DEN above, both open to the crotch, I put my clogs with stiletto heel 8 cm size 40 open to the tip to see the fingers of the pideini (a 41, sick) wonderfully covered by "renforced toes" and wait.
All cool, sheathed in nylon that forces me and makes itself felt on me with its elatic, I eat a pill of Cialis,
so that I can make a good impression without preocuparmi to get hard and for how long.
I know that it may seem a story invented and created by an imagination
of those who would like to get their secretary, squeamish and apparently austere and with a golden pussy, who gives it only to the Director ... but that does not matter.
What matters is that while I'm all naked, tight in my pantyhose and wearing my high clogs in front of the mirror of that albego, while I'm touching up my make-up
under the brunette wig bought from the Chinese, with a hard cock on the sink coming out of those beautiful thighs sheathed in nylon that comes from the waist to the heels of the feet, my phone rings: "Hello, we're here! What number are you at?"
I hear the clicking of heels going up the stairs and then the sound of knocking on the door
One knock, knock! Just one, I open right away.... I had a craving...... and the Two Sluts are already inside.
They see me like this and both are speechless....
They look at each other and then at me all over, both of them, from the wig to the eye shadow to the lipstick then down from the waist to the thighs to the feet and to the tip of my hooves.
In a few moments I feel like I've been through a customs scanner.
They look at each other again, they don't know if they can believe it.....
I have a very hard cock between my thighs and even if they pretend to believe what they have in front of them
that rod so shiny in the chapel in no time at all disappears in the mouth of Anto who swallows 20 cm of his
20 cm of nerbo up to her throat, without thinking about it anymore.
The other one, the Guendalina, alias Raffa, makes a banal escape: "But Doctor....?
and then she shoves her tongue down my throat in a frenzy of voluptuousness.
Then all on the bed (a single is cheaper than a double, of course) while I'm fucking Raffaella, supine on the bed with the hard cock of Cialis planted in her pussy, Anto is fucking me all over, with his hard cock of PVC or latex (whatever, it doesn't matter) tightened with the straps at the waist, above us.
Then things are reversed, but it doesn't matter, because it's not so much what you do (always the same wonderful and unrenounceable things: blowjobs, ass-fucking, fucking, jizzing, cumming, etc. etc. ....), it's with whom you do it and in what circumstances and above all the consequences that result.
Antonella (I'm sorry I can't show you her little face here) was very excited.
She had come to the Florian in her best outfit: wool dress and black play boots, with 12 cm high heels. Black tights and wavy hair.
It was cold and even Raffaella, my head nurse, was wearing a heavy dress.
It's hard to tell how people and hotties trsform from wardrobe to everyday dresser.
Raffa, confidentially, dressed underneath normal broken clothing, a mesh bodystocking, fishnet .
She, too, had high heels and a make up that was beyond her position as Head Nurse and Nurse Coordinator.
I must say, very heavy make up.
I was doing the Secretary and Head Nurse of my hospital ward and they were doing my ass.
They were licking as they already knew how to do from experience. I would find myself being fucked, now by one now by the other, they would unbuckle their belts and pass it around .
They mounted me on top and sucked me continuously. They wanted me to pay...
They wanted me to pay for discovering their affair and for violating their privacy.
But thankfully it had happened...and I was glad I had been so intrusive. They are sure more than dime.
I'm sure from the way they were going at it with that tight cock on their belts as they took turns fucking my ass.
They were enjoying themselves and they were all soaking wet. One by one they would then go from my ass to theirs; fucking each other.
We rubbed our legs together and all three of us were left without shoes to play with our feet.
The Antonella with black tights and Raffa with her black bodystocking.
The two pigs didn't want to make me come... they were waiting and waiting... not to dump me too soon.
They pulled me almost until I cum and then they stopped.
On the contrary Raffa, maybe the most experienced and experienced one, as soon as she felt my first jolts she stopped and started to
slap my hard cock, to club it as if she wanted to stop the imminent orgasm with those slaps.
Antonella seemed sweeter and less playful. She had come at least twice by now and she would have liked to make me come.
But Raffa, no. She was not and never seemed to be satisfied.
She wasn't satisfied and above all she didn't want to end it there.
I didn't understand anything... nothing really. I could only feel my ass full and that nerdy phallus that went in and out tickling my prostate.
I do not know with what force and I do not know what stimulated me under that kind of torture of sodomization, slaps and squeezes of the cock to keep me from coming, I could say:
" I'm on medication.... Sister! .... Do you understand that if I cum ....... then I'll get hard again!!! "
The Antonella looked into the eyes of the Guendalina.... as if to tell her..... " I want it!!!!"
Raffaella at that point threw my whole cock in her mouth , swallowing it all the way to the balls.
She then began to move half an inch, up and down, moving side to side to move my cock from one side to the other of her throat....
I loved it...oh how I loved it.... I liked it so much that I began to jet my entire supply of cum down that throat.
I was cumming and she, Raffa , was swallowing.
Antonella was pissed off. Red in the face with her eyes out of her head while that old trioa of her friend swallowed me.
I grabbed Raffa by the hair and pulled her away.
"You go on Antonellina" I said to Adelina.
"You'll see that in a while it'll still be like before".
"You..." I said turning to Raffa "get naked, take off that net".
"I want you naked"
The afternoon soon passed in the evening and while the Raffa telephoned to his companion to tell him that he spent the evening with
the Anto, the Anteonella telephoned to her husband saying that she was spending the evening with the Raffaella.
The only regret of that day was that one that I did not succeed to sock the boots 37 of the Antonella.
P.S. But I have cum inside and Adelina has told me that it has not cleaned them from my sperm and that indeed it will never make it because it holds us
to put them like that.
I would like to be proven wrong) have with sex and with the practicality of things a relationship
that by definition embraces both the desire to be straight and to be homosexual.
However, we are always bizarre and our menage can only pass between the fetish and the climax, with a continuum of situations, practical and concrete that cross the most ordinary experiences and those at the limits of imagination.
Those who are like me know that our world is quite particular and only belonging to it is the right key to read. We are a niche, beautiful or ugly but extremely intimate in our understanding of what it means to be travesta. And the culmination of our boldness and sensuality we live it in the outdoor, in public and gang bang.
We don't mind, however, to bugger ourselves and enjoy in chat.
Sometimes it happens that by clicking on the PC shared by several colleagues and co-workers, you discover
without any suspicion that those who have preceded you and with whom you work closely together, are not as chaste and morose as they want you to believe, one of those who then, perhaps, judges sexual behavior different from the so-called "good sense of decency" with an attitude of intolerance and disgust.
What is her sin, if you can call it that? It is that of having been distracted and not having closed her personal access account. And then you find yourself on a messenger or on a porn WEB page.
An access to pages of a hidden "second life" similar to that of many, including your own.
You are like her and she is like you with the only difference that she is genetically and publicly
a woman, a secretary, who intimately confides and moves in the world of lesbianism,
who shares a passion for anal masturbation and who likes to strap on and fuck with
transvestite "men" sharing a rod between her lips and in her ass in a bisexual relationship.
And who would have thought that Antonella could have such tendencies.
With that chaste beligeranza appears of woman, recently grandmother (sexting among other things, just 52 years) and dodges any "avance" erotic or heavier and direct frecciatina launched by colleagues who would have wanted to take her to bed.
Who would have ever thought that she was a slut, a moralist and a respectable person.
Yet I found myself in front of an unequivocal web "chronology".
The Anto'?!
I was excited by what I was reading and at the same time by the fantasies that I could, perhaps, realize with her.
realize with her.
I liked that woman too, she was 5'6", petite, middle-aged.
Nothing fatal, not a Jessica Rabbit nor a secretary all sexy and sex.
Brown hair, sometimes straight, sometimes wavy, always elegant in her dress, whether she wore a casual dress or came to work with a more usual secretary's tailer.
In winter you would see her wearing jeans, a sweater and Hugs and the next day with a skirt and black knee-high boots. In summer with flip-flops and paradoxically 10 cm platform. Always perfumed, but never excessively so.
Then there was a colleague of mine who spent hours in the secretary's office, so much so that we called him the assistant secretary.
But that's another story.
That morning, one of the many, I was at his computer, his in the relative sense that is, I was at the secretary's PC and with a hard cock in my uniform pants, I was reading his pages when I heard his voice and that of the head nurse (another cool and unsuspected prima donna) come from the corridor next to the secretary.
I quickly closed all the pages until I found myself on the desktop, the one with the green hills and blue sky.
The "disconnect" dialog box opened and with a click I instinctively selected "no".
The two "comari" entered the room and continued to talk (I called them Adelina and Guendalina in reference to the two geese in The Aristocats and they knew it too) and as always they didn't care who was there.
On the other hand, that was a secretary's office and that was what it was for those who worked in that department.
However, Antonella, at a certain point fell silent, interrupting the chatter with my
delightful head nurse, Raffaella.
Her alarmed gaze turned abruptly to the computer monitor and then to mine.
With wide, questioning eyes she stared at me for a few moments.
He was wondering and asking me if I had seen everything! Mindful of the fact that perhaps
she had not properly closed her account, before walking away.
She seemed lost, lost in a world of worry about what might have happened.
I could feel her wheels in her brain turning, trying to figure out if I had
discovered her recondite perversions.
Anto approached, always in silence, looking now at the computer and now at my face trying to see if I knew what she was hiding. But damn I say ... but you must be really taken to have to feel the need to use a PC at work!
I got up from that workstation leaving her in front of the computer.
I still think back to when I calmly said to her, "It's all yours, all right? Anto'" referring to the PC.
I looked her intensely in the eyes, and I'm sure that my face had that smile
under the moustache of those who know and do not reveal themselves. Ironic and unequivocally saccharine.
She was all on hers, red in the face and ready with her little hands to search with the mouse
the last pages visited in that computer.
I ran a hand over her hair, as I often did without malice, just for a caress.
Even I, however, at that juncture, I could not pretend to do nothing so that while she was waiting
to open the documents recently visited I made her feel how hard I had become leaning for a moment on his shoulder.
Then I pulled away, looking intensely into her eyes, saying:
"you are always the most beautiful Anto'. today then with these high boots, then..."
And so saying I left the room, pretending to move away. I stayed near the door to listen.
I had the suspicion that those two, Adelina and Guendalina, were running away from each other and were having a ball.
And I wasn't wrong; on the other hand, with what I had just discovered on the computer, Anto' couldn't help but share something with that slut of a nurse.
The two of them were so caught up in the worry that they didn't even think of closing the door to the answering machine.
"I was talking on messenger with ... " whispered Anto.
"It's your fault that you made me come to the nurse's station, I didn't close".
"but what a bitch you are" Raffa replied.
"not if he didn't see!"
"but what? You think he's stupid? Of course he did, you know he's good with a PC.
"What do we do now?
What do we do? What do I do? I said to myself!
In front of those two, my every perversion exploded.
They were fucking each other and people found on the web. They fucked and lesbicavano, sometimes
each other and sometimes separately with friends contacted on the Internet.
And now that I knew I felt even more attracted to get into that filth of theirs
having for both of them separately a great foia since always. Imagine now that I had
found them accomplices and so pig.
The question was: what to do?
Well, that afternoon I sent a text message to Antonella.
The text was this: "We'll meet tomorrow at 5 o'clock at the Florian I'll book everything".
I signed the text message with my nickname, the one they normally call me by in the Department.
There and then I got no response. After two hours I received: "OK at 5 o'clock".
The "Florian" is a small 3-star hotel near the train station.
"Put on today's boots!" I write in the confirmation sms.
I make a reservation, I arrive first and I get naked in a pair of G.L. Mink 70 DEN collars.
(I own 2 pairs and I'm jealous since they are no longer on the market) and a Daino from 40 DEN above, both open to the crotch, I put my clogs with stiletto heel 8 cm size 40 open to the tip to see the fingers of the pideini (a 41, sick) wonderfully covered by "renforced toes" and wait.
All cool, sheathed in nylon that forces me and makes itself felt on me with its elatic, I eat a pill of Cialis,
so that I can make a good impression without preocuparmi to get hard and for how long.
I know that it may seem a story invented and created by an imagination
of those who would like to get their secretary, squeamish and apparently austere and with a golden pussy, who gives it only to the Director ... but that does not matter.
What matters is that while I'm all naked, tight in my pantyhose and wearing my high clogs in front of the mirror of that albego, while I'm touching up my make-up
under the brunette wig bought from the Chinese, with a hard cock on the sink coming out of those beautiful thighs sheathed in nylon that comes from the waist to the heels of the feet, my phone rings: "Hello, we're here! What number are you at?"
I hear the clicking of heels going up the stairs and then the sound of knocking on the door
One knock, knock! Just one, I open right away.... I had a craving...... and the Two Sluts are already inside.
They see me like this and both are speechless....
They look at each other and then at me all over, both of them, from the wig to the eye shadow to the lipstick then down from the waist to the thighs to the feet and to the tip of my hooves.
In a few moments I feel like I've been through a customs scanner.
They look at each other again, they don't know if they can believe it.....
I have a very hard cock between my thighs and even if they pretend to believe what they have in front of them
that rod so shiny in the chapel in no time at all disappears in the mouth of Anto who swallows 20 cm of his
20 cm of nerbo up to her throat, without thinking about it anymore.
The other one, the Guendalina, alias Raffa, makes a banal escape: "But Doctor....?
and then she shoves her tongue down my throat in a frenzy of voluptuousness.
Then all on the bed (a single is cheaper than a double, of course) while I'm fucking Raffaella, supine on the bed with the hard cock of Cialis planted in her pussy, Anto is fucking me all over, with his hard cock of PVC or latex (whatever, it doesn't matter) tightened with the straps at the waist, above us.
Then things are reversed, but it doesn't matter, because it's not so much what you do (always the same wonderful and unrenounceable things: blowjobs, ass-fucking, fucking, jizzing, cumming, etc. etc. ....), it's with whom you do it and in what circumstances and above all the consequences that result.
Antonella (I'm sorry I can't show you her little face here) was very excited.
She had come to the Florian in her best outfit: wool dress and black play boots, with 12 cm high heels. Black tights and wavy hair.
It was cold and even Raffaella, my head nurse, was wearing a heavy dress.
It's hard to tell how people and hotties trsform from wardrobe to everyday dresser.
Raffa, confidentially, dressed underneath normal broken clothing, a mesh bodystocking, fishnet .
She, too, had high heels and a make up that was beyond her position as Head Nurse and Nurse Coordinator.
I must say, very heavy make up.
I was doing the Secretary and Head Nurse of my hospital ward and they were doing my ass.
They were licking as they already knew how to do from experience. I would find myself being fucked, now by one now by the other, they would unbuckle their belts and pass it around .
They mounted me on top and sucked me continuously. They wanted me to pay...
They wanted me to pay for discovering their affair and for violating their privacy.
But thankfully it had happened...and I was glad I had been so intrusive. They are sure more than dime.
I'm sure from the way they were going at it with that tight cock on their belts as they took turns fucking my ass.
They were enjoying themselves and they were all soaking wet. One by one they would then go from my ass to theirs; fucking each other.
We rubbed our legs together and all three of us were left without shoes to play with our feet.
The Antonella with black tights and Raffa with her black bodystocking.
The two pigs didn't want to make me come... they were waiting and waiting... not to dump me too soon.
They pulled me almost until I cum and then they stopped.
On the contrary Raffa, maybe the most experienced and experienced one, as soon as she felt my first jolts she stopped and started to
slap my hard cock, to club it as if she wanted to stop the imminent orgasm with those slaps.
Antonella seemed sweeter and less playful. She had come at least twice by now and she would have liked to make me come.
But Raffa, no. She was not and never seemed to be satisfied.
She wasn't satisfied and above all she didn't want to end it there.
I didn't understand anything... nothing really. I could only feel my ass full and that nerdy phallus that went in and out tickling my prostate.
I do not know with what force and I do not know what stimulated me under that kind of torture of sodomization, slaps and squeezes of the cock to keep me from coming, I could say:
" I'm on medication.... Sister! .... Do you understand that if I cum ....... then I'll get hard again!!! "
The Antonella looked into the eyes of the Guendalina.... as if to tell her..... " I want it!!!!"
Raffaella at that point threw my whole cock in her mouth , swallowing it all the way to the balls.
She then began to move half an inch, up and down, moving side to side to move my cock from one side to the other of her throat....
I loved it...oh how I loved it.... I liked it so much that I began to jet my entire supply of cum down that throat.
I was cumming and she, Raffa , was swallowing.
Antonella was pissed off. Red in the face with her eyes out of her head while that old trioa of her friend swallowed me.
I grabbed Raffa by the hair and pulled her away.
"You go on Antonellina" I said to Adelina.
"You'll see that in a while it'll still be like before".
"You..." I said turning to Raffa "get naked, take off that net".
"I want you naked"
The afternoon soon passed in the evening and while the Raffa telephoned to his companion to tell him that he spent the evening with
the Anto, the Anteonella telephoned to her husband saying that she was spending the evening with the Raffaella.
The only regret of that day was that one that I did not succeed to sock the boots 37 of the Antonella.
P.S. But I have cum inside and Adelina has told me that it has not cleaned them from my sperm and that indeed it will never make it because it holds us
to put them like that.
