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Suddenly a thousand fears invaded me, but Sandra is very good at calming me down. She speaks in a persuasive tone, getting closer and closer: - "Don't worry... the fact that you are inexperienced doesn't mean that you won't be able to get pleasure from it" - she winks - "First I will make sure to make you a magnificent girl, making you wear feminine clothing and underwear" - she continued convincingly. We locked eyes and everything was so telling. I could feel his eyes on me: almost icy eyes scrutinizing me; they seemed to instantly understand everything about me and my perversions. The situation was getting really awkward, but I didn't feel like backing out and I knew that whatever she proposed I would have gone along with it. I was afraid I would look like a little boy if I didn't let her. In fact, I wanted to be initiated into that kind of pleasure; to know what it felt like to be on the other side. Her idea excited me, too, so I didn't fight it. I only wanted to enjoy and I was willing to do anything to satisfy my senses; my excitement had reached such a level that I was stripped of all will to resist.
Almost as if everything was already prepared, Sandra took some clothes from the closet, whispering: "Well, then I would say not to waste any more time, we can start...". I undressed as my excitement grew. The clothes chosen for that transgression, designed more to show than to hide, are already ready: the firm and well-proportioned ass (the result of many years of sports practice), slightly protruding backwards is framed by the black lace thong, the thighs sheathed by the net hold-ups with high embroidered flounce. Then: garter belts to match the briefs; a very short black skirt that just covers my ass and a semi-transparent blouse, under which stands out a black satin padded bra, which makes up for the lack of tits. There is no lack of high boots with stiletto heels that, in addition to further slender long legs and well turned, when I walk, make me sway even more highlighting a figure that does not leave indifferent. There are some strong words that can materialize the concept, but they are not enough to make the idea completely. When I'm done dressing, she turns me around a couple of times with a clinical eye, complimenting me on my feminine appearance.
I continue to have a strong sense of embarrassment. I'm not too comfortable dressed like that, on the contrary... Honestly, my reflection in the mirror makes me feel quite ridiculous. Sandra notices and almost smiles: what for her is a game, for me is still a fear, but in that look there is the promise of everything that can happen to me. I tell myself that I must be crazy, it still doesn't seem true to me to have done such a thing. For a moment I think I can still back out, but it's too late.
- "Sandra maybe it's better to leave it alone!
She has something magnetic about her that draws me in and overrides my will.
- "No, you want it too, I can feel it. Otherwise I wouldn't be trying to persuade you."
She doesn't care about my perplexity and satisfied with the results she has obtained, she asked me defiantly, - "Do you understand what I want from you; do you think you are capable of it?"
I try to argue an unlikely defense: - "Yes.... But I don't know if I'll be up to it" - but she shushes me: - "Don't think about it, then. There's always a first time, in everything. It'll just happen." - reiterating, if there was still a need, what my role is and what hers is.
I didn't know what he was getting at but I decided to play along; the only thing I wanted at that moment was to be the slave of that beautiful transex.
- "I will fulfill your request, but on one condition" - I exclaimed, with the strained and embarrassed voice of someone who has always wanted but never had the courage to act.
- "Which one?" - retorted Sandra surprised.
- "I would like you to christen me with a female name. I had thought of Brigitta, like the porn star" - I answered her, lowering my voice shyly.
- "That's fine with me. It suits your nature. From now on you will be Brigitta... my private little whore."
Those words definitely melt me: knowing that my body would be a source of pleasure for her excites me incredibly. It's a new feeling; a sense of connection with someone I had never felt until then.
At this point she invited me with authority to have an attitude more in keeping with the character assigned to me for that evening: to play a captive and submissive woman, at the complete mercy of her perversions. I thought I had already been initiated into the pleasures of sex, but now my friend was showing me how far behind I was on my journey.
Sandra begins to kiss me. At first I don't dare make any movement, but being conquered by passion I decide to respond, swirling my tongue in her mouth. She then places her lips on the back of my neck, nibbling on the most sensitive areas behind my neck...
Her hand begins to mischievously unbutton my blouse. With each button that comes off, I feel my heart skip a beat: in an instant it's completely open. He removes the bra, freeing my chest and goes to draw with his tongue some squiggles around the areolas: he takes them between his teeth, gently at first and then squeezing harder and harder until my nipples become big and hard.
He caresses my shoulders, goes down to the waist and encircles it; his fingers run over my pelvis and slowly slide down. He lifts the mini and caresses my ass, first slowly and gently from above the thong, then his gestures become more decisive: he sneaks into the briefs and enters to explore my body. I start to get aroused and open my thighs slightly, to allow her to penetrate me more easily. God, I love it!!! I love her hands groping me. They make me feel female and I love it so much to feel that way. I'm like in a trance, right now she could do anything to me I wouldn't have the strength to fight back. I'm no longer wondering what I decided to do or why, I'm just surrendering completely to the pleasure.
"You're getting warm" - he announces happily, while I'm getting more and more self-conscious. Noticing my resistance, he invites me to take courage. I listen to her voice that, calm but firm, says: - "Come on, play along and try to relax. Now be a good girl and take it in your mouth and lick me well. But be careful, you don't have to make me come because afterwards I want to put it in your ass..." - And his calm tone became more severe.
Continue......
Almost as if everything was already prepared, Sandra took some clothes from the closet, whispering: "Well, then I would say not to waste any more time, we can start...". I undressed as my excitement grew. The clothes chosen for that transgression, designed more to show than to hide, are already ready: the firm and well-proportioned ass (the result of many years of sports practice), slightly protruding backwards is framed by the black lace thong, the thighs sheathed by the net hold-ups with high embroidered flounce. Then: garter belts to match the briefs; a very short black skirt that just covers my ass and a semi-transparent blouse, under which stands out a black satin padded bra, which makes up for the lack of tits. There is no lack of high boots with stiletto heels that, in addition to further slender long legs and well turned, when I walk, make me sway even more highlighting a figure that does not leave indifferent. There are some strong words that can materialize the concept, but they are not enough to make the idea completely. When I'm done dressing, she turns me around a couple of times with a clinical eye, complimenting me on my feminine appearance.
I continue to have a strong sense of embarrassment. I'm not too comfortable dressed like that, on the contrary... Honestly, my reflection in the mirror makes me feel quite ridiculous. Sandra notices and almost smiles: what for her is a game, for me is still a fear, but in that look there is the promise of everything that can happen to me. I tell myself that I must be crazy, it still doesn't seem true to me to have done such a thing. For a moment I think I can still back out, but it's too late.
- "Sandra maybe it's better to leave it alone!
She has something magnetic about her that draws me in and overrides my will.
- "No, you want it too, I can feel it. Otherwise I wouldn't be trying to persuade you."
She doesn't care about my perplexity and satisfied with the results she has obtained, she asked me defiantly, - "Do you understand what I want from you; do you think you are capable of it?"
I try to argue an unlikely defense: - "Yes.... But I don't know if I'll be up to it" - but she shushes me: - "Don't think about it, then. There's always a first time, in everything. It'll just happen." - reiterating, if there was still a need, what my role is and what hers is.
I didn't know what he was getting at but I decided to play along; the only thing I wanted at that moment was to be the slave of that beautiful transex.
- "I will fulfill your request, but on one condition" - I exclaimed, with the strained and embarrassed voice of someone who has always wanted but never had the courage to act.
- "Which one?" - retorted Sandra surprised.
- "I would like you to christen me with a female name. I had thought of Brigitta, like the porn star" - I answered her, lowering my voice shyly.
- "That's fine with me. It suits your nature. From now on you will be Brigitta... my private little whore."
Those words definitely melt me: knowing that my body would be a source of pleasure for her excites me incredibly. It's a new feeling; a sense of connection with someone I had never felt until then.
At this point she invited me with authority to have an attitude more in keeping with the character assigned to me for that evening: to play a captive and submissive woman, at the complete mercy of her perversions. I thought I had already been initiated into the pleasures of sex, but now my friend was showing me how far behind I was on my journey.
Sandra begins to kiss me. At first I don't dare make any movement, but being conquered by passion I decide to respond, swirling my tongue in her mouth. She then places her lips on the back of my neck, nibbling on the most sensitive areas behind my neck...
Her hand begins to mischievously unbutton my blouse. With each button that comes off, I feel my heart skip a beat: in an instant it's completely open. He removes the bra, freeing my chest and goes to draw with his tongue some squiggles around the areolas: he takes them between his teeth, gently at first and then squeezing harder and harder until my nipples become big and hard.
He caresses my shoulders, goes down to the waist and encircles it; his fingers run over my pelvis and slowly slide down. He lifts the mini and caresses my ass, first slowly and gently from above the thong, then his gestures become more decisive: he sneaks into the briefs and enters to explore my body. I start to get aroused and open my thighs slightly, to allow her to penetrate me more easily. God, I love it!!! I love her hands groping me. They make me feel female and I love it so much to feel that way. I'm like in a trance, right now she could do anything to me I wouldn't have the strength to fight back. I'm no longer wondering what I decided to do or why, I'm just surrendering completely to the pleasure.
"You're getting warm" - he announces happily, while I'm getting more and more self-conscious. Noticing my resistance, he invites me to take courage. I listen to her voice that, calm but firm, says: - "Come on, play along and try to relax. Now be a good girl and take it in your mouth and lick me well. But be careful, you don't have to make me come because afterwards I want to put it in your ass..." - And his calm tone became more severe.
Continue......
