The girl's story
She worked in the office. Everyone knew she was trans. She pulled it off pretty well, though.
She always wore nice business suits with a skirt and black nylons. Her hair was red, curly, neat and styled professionally.
But, the management kept her back in her own office, in accounting. Most everyone stayed away.
I worked in the sales department and part of my job was transferring funds regularly. So, I was one of the few people who interacted with her. She was always sweet and polite. She always smiled and greeted me with a soft, but firm handshake. Her hands were nice, much like a woman's would be. Her face was smooth and pretty, actually.
I was nervous at first, but it's been many months now, and I don't really notice that she isn't a guy anymore.
I wasn't never really sure what sort of trans girl she was. Had she been taking hormones? Or had surgery? Or did she just decide to start dressing like a woman and took it from there? I didn't know how this really all works.
So, in my innocence, or ignorance, I asked. To my surprise, she was not offended. She was actually very helpful, explaining her story.
She had always thought of herself as a girl. She had been wearing girl's clothes as far back as she could remember.
She had had a relationship with a schoolmate when she was 17. Well, she admitted, she had been giving him 'head', as she put it, one whole semester.
Otherwise she has been alone through college and up to now. She has been on hormones for a few years. Those are designed to smooth out her features, and promote breast growth. So, she tells me. Her 'tits' are hers.
Back at my desk I feel a bit confused. She seems so nice, polite, and comfortable with herself. I like her.
A couple of days later, when I'm back in her office, she asks me what I thought about her story. She had been so honest with me before, I decided to return the favor. I said I appreciated her being kind, and honest. And I told her I liked her story. And, I liked her.
She smiled, and I think she even blushed a little. It really did feel like I was chatting with a real girl. Adding to that feeling, I noticed that today, her blouse was open in the front a little. The first two buttons were Un-buttoned.
An attire mistake, I figured. However, she never, as I remember, had made that sort of a mistake before. Always dressing very office appropriate. Clearly, under her white blouse, was showing a dark blue lace bra. The sort of thing a girl might buy at Victoria's Secret. Not the usual office wear. Her legs were crossed as she sat aside of her desk, in her office chair.
Her skirt was split up one side, showing the lacey top of one of her black thigh high stockings. A black high heel was loosely hanging seductively from her toes.
"I like you too, Bill. I was wondering if I can buy you a drink tonight." She said confidently.
A bit surprised, I replied. "OH, well, I do have a girlfriend."
"Hahahaha! Oh Billy. Not that sort of a drink."
But I think I saw her wink. We had just one drink at the bar. The next thing I know I'm in the front seat of my car, parked behind the restaurant
in a dark corner, my pants are down around my ankles, and my rock hard cock is deep in her warm, wet throat.
"Oh my God! Thank you, Billy." She says as she is sipping the last of the drink she brought out of the bar. I didn't know what to say. "You're welcome???"
She politely kissed me on the cheek and left my car. It was Friday so I wouldn't see her again until next week.
All I could think about how nice her perky tit felt in my hands, and how nice my cock felt in her warm, sucking mouth.
When I arrived at her office the following week, she was just as pleasant and professional as before. And not a bit flirty.
Blouse buttoned up to the top, sitting with her legs neatly hidden under her desk. I wondered if that was it. No more fun for me and my needy cock.
I decided right there I would have to make the next move. She is much too polite, and has tricky waters to navigate with her being trans in a big company. I shouldn't expect anything more, unless I offer it.
"Thanks for the drink last week. I really enjoyed it"
She smiled. "You didn't enjoy it as much as I did."
I shook my head. "Hmmm. I don't know about that. Maybe we could try another sometime."
"She stood up, reaching out to shake my hand. I was afraid this might be good-by. I reached for her hand. She took it gently,
rubbing her fingers softly in my palm. She quietly whispered. "If we do that again, I won't be able to stop."
I felt my cock twinge and press against my slacks. And then it happened. I opened my mouth and said it. The simple words that I'll either regret, or cherish. "How about I make you dinner, and a drink, at my place tonight?"
Dinner didn't get eaten. It was cold and soggy, still in the oven the next morning. We did have a few Old Fashions. She arrived
in a simple long coat and heels. As soon as I handed her the first drink, she opened her coat exposing a sexy lingerie outfit.
All white with pink accents. It was the whole deal. Corset, bralette, girdle with garter straps holding up white, back seam thigh highs. Her perky tits were trying to escape the tight, cute little bra. I couldn't wait to start squeezing them again.
I'd been dreaming of sucking her cute little pink nipples too. Everything was satin and lace. it felt to fucking good. Yes,
it was a fully trimmed out honeymoon lingerie outfit. She looked great in it too. She is athletic, fit, firm and smooth all over.
I got hard right away and never lost my hardness for hours. She took me into the bedroom, we rolled on the bed, kissing, fondling, groping and squeezing for a long time. I had her bra off, sucking her nipples and squeezing her perfect little C cup tits.
My hand never left her ass. What a round, tasty ass, I said to myself, over and over. I slipped my hand under her panties and squeezed.
Her warm smooth skin was too much for me to handle. Her warm wet lips kissing mine. My tongue rolling around inside her beautiful mouth. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around my hard cock. She was gently stroking it up and down. This was pretty fucking good.
I felt my cock start to leak. She slipped her hand behind me and pushed a slippery finger in my ass. I opened my eyes. She was staring right back at me. She pushed her finger in deeper. "Do that to me, Billy." She took my hand and slipped my middle finger into her mouth. She sucked it a bit, then pulled my hand down behind her. "Please do this for me." I gladly slipped my hand back under her slick satin panties, spread her cheeks a little bit, then slipped my finger right in. She shivered, then pressed her ass back against my hand. "Oh, fuck yes, my lover. Keep doing that!" She stroked my cock and fingered my ass just one more minute. I pushed
as deep as one long finger could inside hers. We could tell I wasn't going to last much longer. She rolled over on to her tummy, looked back at me over her shoulder and told me to fuck her like a whore.
"Fuck me like I'm your whore, Billy. Or you'll never see me again. Fuck me until I scream so loud we wake up the neighbors."
Well, I don't have neighbors, really. And I did want to see her again.
On top of her I slipped right in. I'd never fucked anyone in the ass before. It seemed pretty normal, actually. She had some lube already inside her. She said that was "Just in case she got lucky."
I started gentle, feeing the way. Ever time I would push in, I would feel her pushing back, hoping to get me in deeper. I got into a regular in and out. She was with me. I put one hand on the back of her neck and the other up under her, grabbing a breast. I located a nipple
and pinched it hard. It didn't take long.
I had been ready fore a while. I pushed deep and came inside her. Way up inside her. I grunted, breathing hard. She loved it.
Looking back at me, she asked me to call her my whore. She told me to order her to take it. I like the role play. I followed her suggestion.
She whispered to me, looking over her shoulder, deep in y eyes. "Tell me to take it like a whore, Billy. Tell me to shut up and take it."
Still deep in her ass, feeling my cock slipping and sliding around up inside there, I managed to speak.
"Take that you fucking bitch! Take it like a whore. Take it deep, take all of it, you bad little cock slut."
I finished with one last grunt and one last stream of goo up in her ass. It felt great! She let out a deep, girlish sigh.
Soon we both slipped into a warm, sweaty daze.
When I woke up, she was up and in the shower. I was just lying there, thinking of what we had just done. Is this all so wrong? I like her.
I love the sex.
After a few minutes, she called out to me. "Billy. I need something from you in here. Come in with me, my lover." I obeyed.
In the shower she was wet, soapy and very slippery. I stepped in not really sure what to expect. I was nervous, and excited.
I'd really not seen her cock. I still haven't. I assume she has one. And she does. But at this point, she was still wearing her
pretty little satin and lace panties. I soaped up he back and washed her tits for her. She took my half hard cock in her hands, soaping and washing it. 'This is fucking great!' I thought to myself.
"Wash my butt for me, would you?" She asked. She slipped the back of her wet panties down below her cheeks. The front still hiding whatever naughty tool she had in there. I ignored that and focused on her smooth, sweet butt. I gladly soaped her ass cheeks and
rubbed my soapy fingers all over it. Then between her cheeks, rubbing her tight little butt hole too. I'd been in there just a while ago, but it still seems like no man's land. Taboo. So I was enjoying the new adventure.
Without notice, she looked sternly at me, like I was doing something wrong. I moved my hand from between her cheeks. Had I messed up?
She simply said: "That's nice, Billy. But I'd like you to do that with your tongue."
Oh shit.
Can I say I'll take a rain check? I need to think about it? What the fuck?
She had sucked me off. Let me fuck her like a whore. She never hesitated, or complained, or asked me to stop. I guess I was committed.
"Well, of course, my dear." I slowly muttered.
She leaned forward against the shower wall. Her butt perched up, spreading her legs just a bit. Looking in my eyes, with a naughty smile on er lips, she continued. "I'd really love it if you'd do it nice and deep, sweetie."
I wasn't sure what just happened. I few moments ago she was MY whore. MY slut. My little cock slave. I did enjoy it. I did notice my cock was growing again, just thinking of sliding my tongue deep between her smooth, warm ass cheeks. I placed my hand on the round of her ass.
The other one up under her chest, pressing against her perky, soapy breast. I slowly moved behind her. Kneeling. The warm water spraying gently over my face. My hand slipped from her chest down to the back of her. I kissed her cheek. It tasted clean, wet and freshly washed.
Now both my hands were on a butt cheek. I slowly spread them. I heard her let out a muffled sigh. "Yes, baby. make me happy."
I looked between her cheeks and went in. Her tight hole was pink and small. My nose was up in the top of her crack. I pressed my hands against her cheeks, opening them wider. I formed a little point with my tongue and pushed it inside. I realized I loved the feeling of my
face buried in her ass, her warm, wet cheeks pressed against the sides of my face. I pushed my tongue in deeper.
"Oh fuck!" She gasped.
She loved it.
I was getting into it, too. I couldn't stop licking and kissing her sweet ass. I plunged in deep. My hands were running up and down her smooth, warm legs and kneading her round butt cheeks.
I licked, sucked and ate her ass. It was exciting, and erotic, and fun. Her hand was on the top of my head, grabbing my hair and pulling my face in deeper. I was hard as a rock. I didn't want it to end. And it didn't. For a long time. Then, somehow she knew when I was at my
most horny, erotic point, she twisted her body around, facing me, and there it was.
Her panties were pulled down in front. Her cock was erect, pointing right in my face. "It's a pretty nice one", I thought to myself.
It took just a split second. I was hard, horny and ready for about anything. Her hand was still on my head, gripping a handful of hair.
Without any hesitation, right at the same time, I looked up into her eyes and took it. Her cock slipped between my dripping wet lips.
I opened my mouth and let it slide in. For some crazy reason, I began to suck it. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She smiled.
"That makes me so happy, Billy."
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