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Ghost writer. The following story was born from a collaboration with a woman met in chat. The story told is real while the characters and places are completely random.
Comments and reflections are welcome.
If someone would like to tell their story and does not have the desire or the idea to write it can contact me.
I follow the mouse cursor listlessly with my eyes; just a few more pieces of data to be entered into the masks of the company database and then a new weekend would begin.
"Hi Dany." My colleague's squeaky voice jolts me. "You're off at 6 tonight too?"
"Yes," I answer her moments after I've recovered.
"We're going for a drink at the corner bar, are you coming with us?" my colleague asks me, grabbing my purse and accompanying it with a polite smile.
"No," I reply, separately adding a slightly strained "thank you".
Samantha, my colleague, has been trying to be my Cupid for years, introducing me to friends or acquaintances who are still free.
Since I split up, this has become standard practice.
I know one who... How about that one who seems to miss only you.... If I were you I'd take him to bed right away and fuck him for hours....
Crude, one worse than the other; in 2 years only one of the 30 suitors could be considered a man.
But I'm not interested in another adventure, at least for now. The one I've been through is more than enough. For a while now I have reset my life, single, living in an apartment in the city center.
By now I've structured my existence into a micro world with no problems with schedules or feelings. As far as sex is concerned, I have indulged in a few little games, with which I have a lot of fun, and a friend who I haven't heard from in a while. She has decided that she is married and does not want to divorce her husband, so little time to devote to me.
"Whatever Dani, but that's too bad, I wanted to introduce you to a new friend of mine! He's a very nice guy, you know!"
"It'll be for next time, tonight I can't wait to get home and jump in the tub to take a nice bath" and I think to myself 'and relax without anyone bothering me'.
10 minutes later I'm already on the main road heading home. The old buildings run along the sides of me, illuminated by a sun low on the horizon, which gives them a soft rose color.
Home at last!
I put my bag on the chest and slip off my shoes at the entrance, then head straight for the bathroom. I can already taste that delicious warmth. I wait a few moments for the tub to fill with warm water and in the meantime I lean my personal computer near the edge.
I have to watch the latest episodes of my favorite TV show.
As the process of turning on the PC proceeds, slow as usual, I slip off my clothes. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm not a supermodel, there are a few points I'd like to change, but I must say that overall I'm pretty.
165 cm tall, size 44, brunette with curls and two fantastic brown eyes.
I head towards the tub and with the tip of my feet I feel the warmth of the water. A shiver runs through my skin. I quickly step over the edge and plunge into the warm liquid, it's relaxing and I feel like masturbating a little. The pleasant sensation makes my skin crawl and my nipples turgid, I watch them stand out from a second of breast. I lean back and let myself be carried away by that delight. The beep of Windows, which has just turned on, tells me that the computer is ready to play my favorite series. I reach my hand towards the keyboard while the other runs down my body giving me pleasant moans, when I realize that in the bottom right corner the email icon indicates that I have received a message.
I start the email app and a few moments later a reply to one of my ads appears.
"Hi dear, if you want I can host you at my place. I usually ask €100 for men, for women I do less. Call me, this is my number."
I quickly read the message and realize that my heart is beating fast.
I remain for a few moments with bated breath, not sure whether to call her or not. I feel at the crossroads of a difficult choice. Then I reach for the shelf, grab my cell phone and dial the number. The voice that answers me is strange, sexy, warm and low in tone.
"Hi, this is Daniela. I got your email." I tell her in a trembling voice.
She explains that she wanted to get the call to confirm that I was a woman because she has often found herself in difficult situations.
She tells me that she is available in about an hour, time to tidy herself and the apartment.
With a strange empty feeling in my stomach, I agree to meet her in front of her house and to do it in a public place. Entering a stranger's home doesn't give me confidence. At least in the car I can get out and run for help.
I know the area since my office is not too far away.
Often leaving the office in the late hours, I had noticed strange rounds of cars and prostitutes lurking at the intersections of some streets nearby.
Colleagues had described to me that there was a parking lot where prostitutes often worked.
During one of the evenings in which I had lingered most to work, I had diverted my routine route, towards that parking lot, just out of curiosity. Two prostitutes positioned at the entrance of the alleyway had beckoned me to approach, thinking that I was a man and was looking for fun. Luckily a white Golf, which had been driving around the area for a while, approached the two prostitutes, probably to set a price. I had remained at a distance to observe the situation with some embarrassment. Then, I was amazed when I saw one of the two raise her skirt and show, in full view, a large penis. The image of that woman with a penis had stuck in my mind. I've had sex with men and even women, but not with a tranny. I have to say I still don't know if I'm bi or heterosexual. Men I like yes but they don't give me any particular satisfaction, women are sexier, have a killer body, and make me reach orgasms, but they need a fake dick to fuck me. Trannies, those were really strange, a sweet physique, long hair, ample breasts, legs and buttocks without cellulite as well as firm but with the virility of a man between their legs. Since that evening I had a strange desire and after a while I convinced myself to put an ad on a dating site and try.
My mind was upside down, I was out of the tub, dried and dressed ready to go out, but I didn't realize I was doing it. The time had flown by quickly and already I found myself with the steering wheel in my hands retracing the road back to my office one more time. A few more crossroads, a couple of right turns, and here I am at the entrance to a sober and discreet building.
Stopping, under the streetlight, I see the silhouette of a woman in a long coat.
I blink my lights and she approaches.
I remain for a few moments fascinated by her sensuality and elegance.
Her oval face is surrounded by long black hair that sways with every step she takes. I realize my mouth is open as I watch her approach the car.
Her brown eyes watch me through the window while her intense rimmel and eye shadow give her a sense of ravenous femininity. I open the door quickly and let her in while looking around.
I'm afraid of being seen by someone and being judged. Funny, the first thing that comes to mind to say to her is, "Where are we going?"
She smiles in amusement, then in the same deep but sweet voice I had heard on the phone, she introduces herself and we begin a pleasant conversation of more and less as she points out the ways to get to a quiet place.
Her sweet and friendly manner puts me at ease and sometimes I look away from the road to observe her.
Glossy black boots up to just below the knee, I look at her long legs, perfectly shaved, tanned, tapered like a woman's and without cellulite.
I feel envy.
I see her putting her lipstick back on in front of the small mirror on the passenger's hood. She does it with grace and ease.
Then she asks me, "How come you sought out someone like me?"
I search my mind for the words to answer her, I open my lips to say a few things but deep down I feel myself missing my breath. Afraid to express my emotions.
"Okay, simple curiosity, to see what we look like?"
"Yes!" I answer in a trembling voice taking this excuse as a foothold.
That is, the curiosity is well-founded, but I know what trannies look like.
My thoughts fly over images of the videos I've seen over the past few weeks.
I feel a tingling in my lower abdomen as I slow down at the intersection and turn following the directions mechanically. I don't know where I am anymore, all I can feel is my heart beating faster.
One evening after work I had grabbed the PC and googled trannies under the category of videos and photos.
Perfect women with swollen and firm breasts had materialized on my monitor. I had watched the first images with a slight initial disgust but then the contrast between femininity and masculinity had intrigued me.
The large, turgid members that appeared between the longish legs were exciting.
I remember playing several videos of single or paired trannies. Men and or women enjoying the trans man's penis by sticking it in their mouths and leaving it wet with their saliva. Others, where they offered their other orifices to be taken by these perfect creatures. I watched as their breasts jerked as their pelvises pushed their cocks into the intimate flesh of the suitors. I stared at those videos as my hand explored my intimacy giving me intense pleasures and ever stronger cravings.
"Here now cross the bridge then turn right and enter the parking lot."
Wow now I realize where we are.
I slow down and head towards the passage that takes me to the underground parking of a shopping center. I go there often, the hour is late the parking lot is open anyway, there are not many cars parked there.
He gives me directions to a place that is less illuminated than the others. I turn off the engine and the lights so as not to arouse suspicion; I immediately feel a surge of heat in a mixture of desire and fear.
Here we go, I swallow loudly, then I turn to the tranny. She, without any fear, unbuttons her coat, showing off her little dark dress. She points her legs and raises her buttocks and quickly grabs the edge of her skirt, lifting it up to her belly button.
My face and my body stiffen, under the dress she has no underwear and I immediately see a penis that although not erect shows to have considerable size. I observe it very carefully even if the darkness that surrounds us is not optimal to see all the details.
"It's all yours, do what you want!".
The tranny says these few words to me with a sensual timbre of voice very slowly punctuating the words.
I swallow for the second time, but remain rigid and still where I am.
So it is she who reaches out her hand, grabs mine and slowly accompanies it to her intimacy.
I take courage as soon as the back of my hand rests on her skin, the tranny lets go of my hand and I grab his penis, lifting it from his testicles.
In an instant I see it swell, stretch and harden.
My eyes remain fixed on that member for a few moments, while with confident movement the tranny grabs the lever of his seat and reclines it backwards.
I also do the same thing replicating this action for no particular reason and we both find ourselves lying on top of the leather seats. For convenience I reach out with my left hand to grasp the penis that is now long and lying on her abdomen and the tip almost reaches below her navel.
I gently run my fingers along his midsection, massaging it and performing the same motion as rolling a loaf of fresh pasta. I watch his cock move gently, propelled by my fingers. Then I grasp it again raising it and gently holding it with my thumb on one side and my middle index fingers on the opposite side.
Slowly I push my fingers down and watch the foreskin widen to bring out the tip of the glans. I stop immediately and with my fingers go back, I don't feel like escaping it right away. Again, very slowly, I pull the skin down and in the half-light I watch the foreskin widen more and more. Half of the glans is now peeping out. I refer for the second time, I let go of my grip to get closer with my fingers to the end. Then with an unbelievable slowness, I move my fingers towards the testicles and I watch his skin stretch to let the biggest part of the chapel pass.
I watch it imperiously over that trunk; it is swollen so much that the skin so stretched is shiny. Gently I stroke it with my thumb. I hear a moan from the tranny.
I turn to her and only now realize that I have moved my head closer to hers. She is looking at me with those brown eyes and slightly open lips. I feel her breath mixed with moans caressing my neck. I sink into those eyes for a few moments, then watch her lips red and swollen like I've never seen in any other woman. I feel my breath break as her delicate hand brushes my hair away from my cheek, gently grazing my ear. His fingers slide slowly down my neck, then under my chin and up my cheek. He runs his index finger over my lips causing me to quiver. I almost impulsively slice her neck with my free hand and slowly approach her lips with mine. I brush them lightly, they're warm and soft, but I pull away immediately. I tense up and look into her eyes.
"Yes honey, please kiss me!" She tells me in a whispered voice and very softly. I feel my heart beat three deep strokes. Again my lips are on his. Our tongues stretch out crossing each other waltzing inside our mouths. I feel her warmth, I taste her, I close my eyes and lose myself in her.
I kiss her for a few minutes while my hand continues to hold his penis firmly at the base.
My fingers have wrapped around his testicles as my middle finger reaches toward the crease of his buttocks. She spreads her legs wide.
"God you kiss so good!"
I smile because this is the first time anyone has ever said that to me.
Now her hand is along my arm, almost as if to draw my attention to her hand. I lower my gaze, watching the tapered fingers of his hand go down my forearm. Again my eyes fall on that turgid escaped member.
"I'm very excited, My cock is so hard isn't it?"
I nod my head, cupping the base of the penis, noting the truth.
Now the tranny has her legs fully spread for what she can inside the car, a sign that she is made completely available to me. I feel like I could do anything on her.
My initial fear is abating as I observe the glans features is I notice how much her abdomen is widening and tightening due to her increasingly intense breathing.
"I'm all yours, do what you want with me."
A tremor runs down my spine, I feel the excitement rise. Now I don't know what to do anymore. I would like to rip her clothes off, squeeze her nipples, saw that hard cock, suck it, I would like to be fucked in the mouth in the pussy and in the ass. But even though I'm aroused the fear stops me.
I feel his hand go back to my shoulder and then down my side. He reaches down to my buttocks and starts stroking them from above my leggings. I feel every muscle stiffen.
"Mmmh what a nice firm ass!"
He touches it with his hand, gently, causing me to sigh and tickle.
His hand is always gentle, teasing but at the same time always respectful.
I realize this and slowly let myself be carried away. I know I can trust him. A man would surely have already taken advantage by sinking his fingers into me, she would never have done it without my permission.
Slowly I go back to taking care of her member.
It's lying along her belly again. I touch it gently causing her to moan again. I run my finger all along his torso, reaching up to his frenulum and then back down to his testicles. I hear her deep breathing. I bring the index finger of my hand to my tongue, moisten it with my saliva, and again I retrace the same path leaving a thin shiny line on her skin.
I do it again, I bring my finger back to my lips and again on her intimacy, but this time my finger, wet with my saliva, goes around the glans stopping in the middle of the small groove from which the pleasure of men comes out. Her hand continues to caress my buttocks, with extreme delicacy and kindness, sometimes going up my back causing me tremors of pleasure.
I feel all parts of my body aroused. I feel my face hot, I feel my dry lips, I feel my eager mouth; I feel my turgid nipples rubbing against the fabric that contains them, I feel my vagina moisten.
I release the hand that is still under the tranny's neck, slip it under the elastic bands of my pants and plunge it between my legs. My fingers immediately run fast over my clit is inside my intimates. I have my head resting on her shoulder as my hand goes in and out of her completely wet vagina, my eyes instead are on the swollen glans that is directed at me. My lust takes over, I am carried away by my arousal and quick movements I almost get down on my knees, I bring my head closer to his penis. I exchange hands again, the left one that was grabbing the tranny's cock, rests on my vagina, while the right one grabs the trunk of the cock on the base. It's super hard and by now my mouth is inches from its tip. I feel the sour scent of my pleasure rise from my hand and enter me, with the tip of my tongue I give a little tap to the frenulum. As soon as I touch it I feel a contraction to that fabulous penis stiff and hard for me. I try again to give a little tap with the tip of my tongue and again I feel the contraction accompanied by a sweet moan of the prostitute. I slide my tongue along the same path I had taken with my finger until I reach the testicles. The smooth and soft skin is delicious to lick and his scent, fused with mine, penetrates my brain removing even the last inhibitions I had. I play with my tongue with his testicles, grasping them between my lips, squeezing them a little, then with my tongue I run along the whole trunk of his cock again, and reach the glans again. I open my mouth, point it toward me, and slowly slide it in. I feel the tranny stiffen, her breathing become more labored, and I feel her move her pelvis imperceptibly toward me. My mouth is full of her cock. I feel the glans slide along my tongue and palate deeper and deeper. My nose almost reaches the skin of his groin. Then, very slowly, as I had moved closer I pull away. His penis comes completely out of my mouth, I watch it all wet with my saliva. I remove my dripping fingers from my vagina and run them over his member, watching as my fluid mixes with the saliva and his skin. Without waiting any longer I open my mouth again and begin to suck like a true slut that delicious flavored log of my pussy.
Now my movements are much more excited, I suck and suck the cock faster and faster, while my left hand is back between my thighs and shamelessly playing with my pussy. The tranny's hand still resting on my ass now goes up and grabs the elastic band of my underpants, pulls them down along with my briefs, leaving my lower back on display.
She starts caressing my buttocks again, in a circular way, but slowly I feel her fingers getting closer to my anus. But now I'm not afraid anymore. I squeeze the base of his penis a little harder, causing the glans to swell naturally. Her soft, supple, fragrant yet hard as marble skin makes me lose my sense of direction. I'm pumping her relentlessly. I feel his cock sliding inside my mouth back and forth as some of my saliva comes out of the edges of his mouth and drips down his length and testicles. His fingers are now between my buttock grooves as I feel his fingertip graze my anus.
I gasp, inhale sharply, and resume sucking cock.
Now his finger presses on my orifice, almost as if to penetrate it. I imagine his cock plunging into my ass like in the videos and an intense heat rises from my belly, I contract all the muscles of my body, I gasp and enjoy like never before. My fingers fill with wetness as my body stiffened from the orgasm, trying to recover. My heart races, my breathing is labored. Suddenly I lead into a feeling of perfect well-being. Slowly I feel my body relax, sinking into a sweet warmth. I find myself with my head resting on the legs of the tranny, my hand still wet and my fingers still inside my vagina. My right hand still grips the midsection of the tranny's very hard cock. She's looking at me with a smile, "you're such a slut," she tells me softly.
Her eyes are soft, an elegant smile is drawn on her lips. I could get back up, settle down and walk her home, but it would all be over.
My eyes rest again on that hard cock that was just now inside my mouth.
I can't leave her like this, slowly resuming my sawing as she gently strokes the back of my neck. "Yes. Come on like that!" I hear her say in a slightly trembling voice. Having seen me enjoy myself had really turned her on.
I speed up the movement of my hand, which by now has become very fast. I see her arch her back, I hear her panting more and more. Now I feel her trembling as she holds her breath. A muffled guttural scream invades the cockpit of the car; from the tip of his cock, I see his pleasure slowly flowing down his glans mixing with my saliva and reaching my hand still tight on that throbbing cock and slowly I feel it deflate.
We remain for a few minutes in silence listening to our breaths, still in our positions.
My heart is still in turmoil as I put the blinker on to pull over in front of the entrance to his apartment building, by now it's deep night, the streets are almost deserted since the neighborhood is a bit on the outskirts. I'm satisfied, happy, but at the same time a little saddened because it's already over. She puts the lipstick back in her purse used on the way home to reapply her lips. She opens the door and makes to get out.
"No wait! I have to pay you, how much is it?" I ask her impetuously breaking the silence that had formed between us.
"No love, tonight is on me!"
She smiles sweetly at me with both her eyes and her lips, I stare into her eyes and smile back.
'Next time I'll buy then' I think to myself, realizing that I would meet her another time.
I see her waddling away like a lady. She approaches a colleague, exchanges a few words and then heads home. I do the same, get into gear and head home. The city now has a different scent. Elegant, sweet and sensual. I feel it inside me, I feel it mine. The scent of the tranny.
Comments and reflections are welcome.
If someone would like to tell their story and does not have the desire or the idea to write it can contact me.
I follow the mouse cursor listlessly with my eyes; just a few more pieces of data to be entered into the masks of the company database and then a new weekend would begin.
"Hi Dany." My colleague's squeaky voice jolts me. "You're off at 6 tonight too?"
"Yes," I answer her moments after I've recovered.
"We're going for a drink at the corner bar, are you coming with us?" my colleague asks me, grabbing my purse and accompanying it with a polite smile.
"No," I reply, separately adding a slightly strained "thank you".
Samantha, my colleague, has been trying to be my Cupid for years, introducing me to friends or acquaintances who are still free.
Since I split up, this has become standard practice.
I know one who... How about that one who seems to miss only you.... If I were you I'd take him to bed right away and fuck him for hours....
Crude, one worse than the other; in 2 years only one of the 30 suitors could be considered a man.
But I'm not interested in another adventure, at least for now. The one I've been through is more than enough. For a while now I have reset my life, single, living in an apartment in the city center.
By now I've structured my existence into a micro world with no problems with schedules or feelings. As far as sex is concerned, I have indulged in a few little games, with which I have a lot of fun, and a friend who I haven't heard from in a while. She has decided that she is married and does not want to divorce her husband, so little time to devote to me.
"Whatever Dani, but that's too bad, I wanted to introduce you to a new friend of mine! He's a very nice guy, you know!"
"It'll be for next time, tonight I can't wait to get home and jump in the tub to take a nice bath" and I think to myself 'and relax without anyone bothering me'.
10 minutes later I'm already on the main road heading home. The old buildings run along the sides of me, illuminated by a sun low on the horizon, which gives them a soft rose color.
Home at last!
I put my bag on the chest and slip off my shoes at the entrance, then head straight for the bathroom. I can already taste that delicious warmth. I wait a few moments for the tub to fill with warm water and in the meantime I lean my personal computer near the edge.
I have to watch the latest episodes of my favorite TV show.
As the process of turning on the PC proceeds, slow as usual, I slip off my clothes. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm not a supermodel, there are a few points I'd like to change, but I must say that overall I'm pretty.
165 cm tall, size 44, brunette with curls and two fantastic brown eyes.
I head towards the tub and with the tip of my feet I feel the warmth of the water. A shiver runs through my skin. I quickly step over the edge and plunge into the warm liquid, it's relaxing and I feel like masturbating a little. The pleasant sensation makes my skin crawl and my nipples turgid, I watch them stand out from a second of breast. I lean back and let myself be carried away by that delight. The beep of Windows, which has just turned on, tells me that the computer is ready to play my favorite series. I reach my hand towards the keyboard while the other runs down my body giving me pleasant moans, when I realize that in the bottom right corner the email icon indicates that I have received a message.
I start the email app and a few moments later a reply to one of my ads appears.
"Hi dear, if you want I can host you at my place. I usually ask €100 for men, for women I do less. Call me, this is my number."
I quickly read the message and realize that my heart is beating fast.
I remain for a few moments with bated breath, not sure whether to call her or not. I feel at the crossroads of a difficult choice. Then I reach for the shelf, grab my cell phone and dial the number. The voice that answers me is strange, sexy, warm and low in tone.
"Hi, this is Daniela. I got your email." I tell her in a trembling voice.
She explains that she wanted to get the call to confirm that I was a woman because she has often found herself in difficult situations.
She tells me that she is available in about an hour, time to tidy herself and the apartment.
With a strange empty feeling in my stomach, I agree to meet her in front of her house and to do it in a public place. Entering a stranger's home doesn't give me confidence. At least in the car I can get out and run for help.
I know the area since my office is not too far away.
Often leaving the office in the late hours, I had noticed strange rounds of cars and prostitutes lurking at the intersections of some streets nearby.
Colleagues had described to me that there was a parking lot where prostitutes often worked.
During one of the evenings in which I had lingered most to work, I had diverted my routine route, towards that parking lot, just out of curiosity. Two prostitutes positioned at the entrance of the alleyway had beckoned me to approach, thinking that I was a man and was looking for fun. Luckily a white Golf, which had been driving around the area for a while, approached the two prostitutes, probably to set a price. I had remained at a distance to observe the situation with some embarrassment. Then, I was amazed when I saw one of the two raise her skirt and show, in full view, a large penis. The image of that woman with a penis had stuck in my mind. I've had sex with men and even women, but not with a tranny. I have to say I still don't know if I'm bi or heterosexual. Men I like yes but they don't give me any particular satisfaction, women are sexier, have a killer body, and make me reach orgasms, but they need a fake dick to fuck me. Trannies, those were really strange, a sweet physique, long hair, ample breasts, legs and buttocks without cellulite as well as firm but with the virility of a man between their legs. Since that evening I had a strange desire and after a while I convinced myself to put an ad on a dating site and try.
My mind was upside down, I was out of the tub, dried and dressed ready to go out, but I didn't realize I was doing it. The time had flown by quickly and already I found myself with the steering wheel in my hands retracing the road back to my office one more time. A few more crossroads, a couple of right turns, and here I am at the entrance to a sober and discreet building.
Stopping, under the streetlight, I see the silhouette of a woman in a long coat.
I blink my lights and she approaches.
I remain for a few moments fascinated by her sensuality and elegance.
Her oval face is surrounded by long black hair that sways with every step she takes. I realize my mouth is open as I watch her approach the car.
Her brown eyes watch me through the window while her intense rimmel and eye shadow give her a sense of ravenous femininity. I open the door quickly and let her in while looking around.
I'm afraid of being seen by someone and being judged. Funny, the first thing that comes to mind to say to her is, "Where are we going?"
She smiles in amusement, then in the same deep but sweet voice I had heard on the phone, she introduces herself and we begin a pleasant conversation of more and less as she points out the ways to get to a quiet place.
Her sweet and friendly manner puts me at ease and sometimes I look away from the road to observe her.
Glossy black boots up to just below the knee, I look at her long legs, perfectly shaved, tanned, tapered like a woman's and without cellulite.
I feel envy.
I see her putting her lipstick back on in front of the small mirror on the passenger's hood. She does it with grace and ease.
Then she asks me, "How come you sought out someone like me?"
I search my mind for the words to answer her, I open my lips to say a few things but deep down I feel myself missing my breath. Afraid to express my emotions.
"Okay, simple curiosity, to see what we look like?"
"Yes!" I answer in a trembling voice taking this excuse as a foothold.
That is, the curiosity is well-founded, but I know what trannies look like.
My thoughts fly over images of the videos I've seen over the past few weeks.
I feel a tingling in my lower abdomen as I slow down at the intersection and turn following the directions mechanically. I don't know where I am anymore, all I can feel is my heart beating faster.
One evening after work I had grabbed the PC and googled trannies under the category of videos and photos.
Perfect women with swollen and firm breasts had materialized on my monitor. I had watched the first images with a slight initial disgust but then the contrast between femininity and masculinity had intrigued me.
The large, turgid members that appeared between the longish legs were exciting.
I remember playing several videos of single or paired trannies. Men and or women enjoying the trans man's penis by sticking it in their mouths and leaving it wet with their saliva. Others, where they offered their other orifices to be taken by these perfect creatures. I watched as their breasts jerked as their pelvises pushed their cocks into the intimate flesh of the suitors. I stared at those videos as my hand explored my intimacy giving me intense pleasures and ever stronger cravings.
"Here now cross the bridge then turn right and enter the parking lot."
Wow now I realize where we are.
I slow down and head towards the passage that takes me to the underground parking of a shopping center. I go there often, the hour is late the parking lot is open anyway, there are not many cars parked there.
He gives me directions to a place that is less illuminated than the others. I turn off the engine and the lights so as not to arouse suspicion; I immediately feel a surge of heat in a mixture of desire and fear.
Here we go, I swallow loudly, then I turn to the tranny. She, without any fear, unbuttons her coat, showing off her little dark dress. She points her legs and raises her buttocks and quickly grabs the edge of her skirt, lifting it up to her belly button.
My face and my body stiffen, under the dress she has no underwear and I immediately see a penis that although not erect shows to have considerable size. I observe it very carefully even if the darkness that surrounds us is not optimal to see all the details.
"It's all yours, do what you want!".
The tranny says these few words to me with a sensual timbre of voice very slowly punctuating the words.
I swallow for the second time, but remain rigid and still where I am.
So it is she who reaches out her hand, grabs mine and slowly accompanies it to her intimacy.
I take courage as soon as the back of my hand rests on her skin, the tranny lets go of my hand and I grab his penis, lifting it from his testicles.
In an instant I see it swell, stretch and harden.
My eyes remain fixed on that member for a few moments, while with confident movement the tranny grabs the lever of his seat and reclines it backwards.
I also do the same thing replicating this action for no particular reason and we both find ourselves lying on top of the leather seats. For convenience I reach out with my left hand to grasp the penis that is now long and lying on her abdomen and the tip almost reaches below her navel.
I gently run my fingers along his midsection, massaging it and performing the same motion as rolling a loaf of fresh pasta. I watch his cock move gently, propelled by my fingers. Then I grasp it again raising it and gently holding it with my thumb on one side and my middle index fingers on the opposite side.
Slowly I push my fingers down and watch the foreskin widen to bring out the tip of the glans. I stop immediately and with my fingers go back, I don't feel like escaping it right away. Again, very slowly, I pull the skin down and in the half-light I watch the foreskin widen more and more. Half of the glans is now peeping out. I refer for the second time, I let go of my grip to get closer with my fingers to the end. Then with an unbelievable slowness, I move my fingers towards the testicles and I watch his skin stretch to let the biggest part of the chapel pass.
I watch it imperiously over that trunk; it is swollen so much that the skin so stretched is shiny. Gently I stroke it with my thumb. I hear a moan from the tranny.
I turn to her and only now realize that I have moved my head closer to hers. She is looking at me with those brown eyes and slightly open lips. I feel her breath mixed with moans caressing my neck. I sink into those eyes for a few moments, then watch her lips red and swollen like I've never seen in any other woman. I feel my breath break as her delicate hand brushes my hair away from my cheek, gently grazing my ear. His fingers slide slowly down my neck, then under my chin and up my cheek. He runs his index finger over my lips causing me to quiver. I almost impulsively slice her neck with my free hand and slowly approach her lips with mine. I brush them lightly, they're warm and soft, but I pull away immediately. I tense up and look into her eyes.
"Yes honey, please kiss me!" She tells me in a whispered voice and very softly. I feel my heart beat three deep strokes. Again my lips are on his. Our tongues stretch out crossing each other waltzing inside our mouths. I feel her warmth, I taste her, I close my eyes and lose myself in her.
I kiss her for a few minutes while my hand continues to hold his penis firmly at the base.
My fingers have wrapped around his testicles as my middle finger reaches toward the crease of his buttocks. She spreads her legs wide.
"God you kiss so good!"
I smile because this is the first time anyone has ever said that to me.
Now her hand is along my arm, almost as if to draw my attention to her hand. I lower my gaze, watching the tapered fingers of his hand go down my forearm. Again my eyes fall on that turgid escaped member.
"I'm very excited, My cock is so hard isn't it?"
I nod my head, cupping the base of the penis, noting the truth.
Now the tranny has her legs fully spread for what she can inside the car, a sign that she is made completely available to me. I feel like I could do anything on her.
My initial fear is abating as I observe the glans features is I notice how much her abdomen is widening and tightening due to her increasingly intense breathing.
"I'm all yours, do what you want with me."
A tremor runs down my spine, I feel the excitement rise. Now I don't know what to do anymore. I would like to rip her clothes off, squeeze her nipples, saw that hard cock, suck it, I would like to be fucked in the mouth in the pussy and in the ass. But even though I'm aroused the fear stops me.
I feel his hand go back to my shoulder and then down my side. He reaches down to my buttocks and starts stroking them from above my leggings. I feel every muscle stiffen.
"Mmmh what a nice firm ass!"
He touches it with his hand, gently, causing me to sigh and tickle.
His hand is always gentle, teasing but at the same time always respectful.
I realize this and slowly let myself be carried away. I know I can trust him. A man would surely have already taken advantage by sinking his fingers into me, she would never have done it without my permission.
Slowly I go back to taking care of her member.
It's lying along her belly again. I touch it gently causing her to moan again. I run my finger all along his torso, reaching up to his frenulum and then back down to his testicles. I hear her deep breathing. I bring the index finger of my hand to my tongue, moisten it with my saliva, and again I retrace the same path leaving a thin shiny line on her skin.
I do it again, I bring my finger back to my lips and again on her intimacy, but this time my finger, wet with my saliva, goes around the glans stopping in the middle of the small groove from which the pleasure of men comes out. Her hand continues to caress my buttocks, with extreme delicacy and kindness, sometimes going up my back causing me tremors of pleasure.
I feel all parts of my body aroused. I feel my face hot, I feel my dry lips, I feel my eager mouth; I feel my turgid nipples rubbing against the fabric that contains them, I feel my vagina moisten.
I release the hand that is still under the tranny's neck, slip it under the elastic bands of my pants and plunge it between my legs. My fingers immediately run fast over my clit is inside my intimates. I have my head resting on her shoulder as my hand goes in and out of her completely wet vagina, my eyes instead are on the swollen glans that is directed at me. My lust takes over, I am carried away by my arousal and quick movements I almost get down on my knees, I bring my head closer to his penis. I exchange hands again, the left one that was grabbing the tranny's cock, rests on my vagina, while the right one grabs the trunk of the cock on the base. It's super hard and by now my mouth is inches from its tip. I feel the sour scent of my pleasure rise from my hand and enter me, with the tip of my tongue I give a little tap to the frenulum. As soon as I touch it I feel a contraction to that fabulous penis stiff and hard for me. I try again to give a little tap with the tip of my tongue and again I feel the contraction accompanied by a sweet moan of the prostitute. I slide my tongue along the same path I had taken with my finger until I reach the testicles. The smooth and soft skin is delicious to lick and his scent, fused with mine, penetrates my brain removing even the last inhibitions I had. I play with my tongue with his testicles, grasping them between my lips, squeezing them a little, then with my tongue I run along the whole trunk of his cock again, and reach the glans again. I open my mouth, point it toward me, and slowly slide it in. I feel the tranny stiffen, her breathing become more labored, and I feel her move her pelvis imperceptibly toward me. My mouth is full of her cock. I feel the glans slide along my tongue and palate deeper and deeper. My nose almost reaches the skin of his groin. Then, very slowly, as I had moved closer I pull away. His penis comes completely out of my mouth, I watch it all wet with my saliva. I remove my dripping fingers from my vagina and run them over his member, watching as my fluid mixes with the saliva and his skin. Without waiting any longer I open my mouth again and begin to suck like a true slut that delicious flavored log of my pussy.
Now my movements are much more excited, I suck and suck the cock faster and faster, while my left hand is back between my thighs and shamelessly playing with my pussy. The tranny's hand still resting on my ass now goes up and grabs the elastic band of my underpants, pulls them down along with my briefs, leaving my lower back on display.
She starts caressing my buttocks again, in a circular way, but slowly I feel her fingers getting closer to my anus. But now I'm not afraid anymore. I squeeze the base of his penis a little harder, causing the glans to swell naturally. Her soft, supple, fragrant yet hard as marble skin makes me lose my sense of direction. I'm pumping her relentlessly. I feel his cock sliding inside my mouth back and forth as some of my saliva comes out of the edges of his mouth and drips down his length and testicles. His fingers are now between my buttock grooves as I feel his fingertip graze my anus.
I gasp, inhale sharply, and resume sucking cock.
Now his finger presses on my orifice, almost as if to penetrate it. I imagine his cock plunging into my ass like in the videos and an intense heat rises from my belly, I contract all the muscles of my body, I gasp and enjoy like never before. My fingers fill with wetness as my body stiffened from the orgasm, trying to recover. My heart races, my breathing is labored. Suddenly I lead into a feeling of perfect well-being. Slowly I feel my body relax, sinking into a sweet warmth. I find myself with my head resting on the legs of the tranny, my hand still wet and my fingers still inside my vagina. My right hand still grips the midsection of the tranny's very hard cock. She's looking at me with a smile, "you're such a slut," she tells me softly.
Her eyes are soft, an elegant smile is drawn on her lips. I could get back up, settle down and walk her home, but it would all be over.
My eyes rest again on that hard cock that was just now inside my mouth.
I can't leave her like this, slowly resuming my sawing as she gently strokes the back of my neck. "Yes. Come on like that!" I hear her say in a slightly trembling voice. Having seen me enjoy myself had really turned her on.
I speed up the movement of my hand, which by now has become very fast. I see her arch her back, I hear her panting more and more. Now I feel her trembling as she holds her breath. A muffled guttural scream invades the cockpit of the car; from the tip of his cock, I see his pleasure slowly flowing down his glans mixing with my saliva and reaching my hand still tight on that throbbing cock and slowly I feel it deflate.
We remain for a few minutes in silence listening to our breaths, still in our positions.
My heart is still in turmoil as I put the blinker on to pull over in front of the entrance to his apartment building, by now it's deep night, the streets are almost deserted since the neighborhood is a bit on the outskirts. I'm satisfied, happy, but at the same time a little saddened because it's already over. She puts the lipstick back in her purse used on the way home to reapply her lips. She opens the door and makes to get out.
"No wait! I have to pay you, how much is it?" I ask her impetuously breaking the silence that had formed between us.
"No love, tonight is on me!"
She smiles sweetly at me with both her eyes and her lips, I stare into her eyes and smile back.
'Next time I'll buy then' I think to myself, realizing that I would meet her another time.
I see her waddling away like a lady. She approaches a colleague, exchanges a few words and then heads home. I do the same, get into gear and head home. The city now has a different scent. Elegant, sweet and sensual. I feel it inside me, I feel it mine. The scent of the tranny.
