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The following story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual themes and
descriptions. It includes Transgender themes and depictions of Bondage,
Domination and Submission. It is meant purely for entertainment and no
endorsement or condemnation of the subjects is implied or intended. IF
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The Business Trip Part II: Second Date
By Bootlover
The next day seemed to pass so slowly. The combination of fatigue from
getting in so late the night before, the general boredom induced by a
sales meeting and the kid at Christmas anticipatory excitement at
seeing Tanya again that night made the clock move in ultra slow motion.
Eventually the meetings ended and I made the requisite small talk
after. I avoided being trapped into any commitments for the evening. I
went back to my hotel, took a swim and then crashed. I was dead tired.
I awoke about 10:30 at night. I had purchased a gym bag at lunch and
now I packed it with all of my newly acquired leather clothes. I hopped
in the car and headed north. I arrived in San Fran about 11:15 and made
my way to the club. I paid, entered and went straight to the men's room
to change. Even though I had brought everything I wore the same outfit
as the night before. I didn't yet feel comfortable enough to wear the
skirt and thigh boots. After checking my bag I made a quick and
thorough tour but did not see Tanya. I did see some of the same people
from the night before. The two women from the bedroom scene the night
before were in the military scene tonight, only they were watching two
men. One man was dressed in army fatigues; the other was in nurse's
uniform. The nurse was taking the soldier's temperature, rectally. One
woman idly played with the barbell nipple of the tattooed woman as she
watched. Fewer of the alcoves were in use tonight and in general the
club seemed less crowded, but it was still early.
By the time I returned past the chain link area there was a woman in
doc martins, purple and green streaked hair and black lipstick and nail
polish standing there with a body builder in a T-shirt and jeans. I
watched for a moment as he stripped to a mall g-string type pouch and
put on a leather studded "X" that had a big metal ring at the center of
the X. the leather straps crossed over his shoulders and looked the
same in the back. She peeled off her jacket to reveal two gigantic
breasts that hung to her waist. She dropped her peasant skirt and stood
there in those clunky Doc Martin stomper boots and a pair of men's
boxer shorts underwear. I would have loved to spend some more time to
see what would happen here but I did not want to miss Tanya.
I moved back upstairs and took a seat near where we had first spoken
last night while the sissy licked my boots. Only then did I realize
that I had been sitting almost exactly where I had first seen her! I
had a good view of the door, as she must have last night. I sat a bit
nervously watching each new entrant to the club. It was now close to
12:30 and I was wondering if she would show. I was nervous that she
would stand me up and nervous that she would arrive. I felt the
conflict inside me. What was I doing here? What the hell was going on?
What did all this mean?
No answers came to these questions because I saw her. She came in the
front door wearing a gray cape that wrapped around her completely and
fell to about her knees. Her hair and face looked as beautiful as last
night and she carried a small light blue purse. She walked to the coat
check and unwrapped her cape. Underneath was a tight, form hugging
light blue dress. It was then that I noticed that she had on matching
platform sandals of the same color. Every bit of her appearance was
just as stunning as the night before. She had repainted her toenails a
deep red and they stood out beautifully in the straps of the platforms.
Her fingernails were French Tips and looked as if they had been
manicured only minutes ago. Her legs, if possible looked even better
than last night as smooth and as toned as any gymnast's or long
distance runner's. The dress clung to every curve of her hips, her bust
and her thighs. In every way she looked like the perfect sex partner.
She walked the fine line of looking sexy and tempting versus slutty or
trashy without crossing it. She smiled a huge smile as she saw me and
came right to me.
I started to rise but she held up her hand. "Don't get up yet, let's
stay here a bit." And she slid into the seat beside me. She crossed
those beautiful legs and put her hand on my thigh. "I'm so happy you're
here, Lover," she said as she lazily ran her fingers up and down my
thigh.
"Not anywhere near as happy as I am!" I chuckled back at her. "I was
afraid you wouldn't show."
"Never a doubt about it on my part, but I must admit I was afraid you
wouldn't show."
We laughed and chatted for a few more minutes about our anticipations
and trepidations.
"You look stunning," I told her.
She seemed to blush as she replied. "Thank you. I love this dress, it's
one of my favorite outfits and I wanted you to see me in it. I have two
pairs of heels that go with it and I choose these plats because I like
them better. You didn't seem to mind that I was taller than you last
night so I felt it was okay. You don't mind, do you?"
I hadn't thought much about it last night, but now that she had brought
it up these platform heels made her about 6' 7" and even though my boot
heels added a few inches to my height I was only about 6' 1" in them.
My height probably confirmed to any curious onlooker that I was male in
female clothes. Tanya's height must have absolutely been proof positive
from the start.
In many ways it should not be an issue. Unless models date basketball
players they are often taller than many of the men around them. But
there was something more to this. Tanya was very tall. Probably six two
or so in her bare feet she was especially noticeable in her 2"
platforms and 6" heels. I have always been intimidated to a degree by
tall women. I hadn't thought about our height differences the night
before since I was so focused on the experience of being with Tanya.
Now as we stood I was keenly aware of it. I would have to stand on
tiptoe and she would have to bend if we were to kiss. If her chest were
a shelf i could rest my chin on her boobs and her hip hit me in the
ribs as we walked. All the same I wrapped my arm around her waist and
we went down stairs.
Together we were drawn were drawn to the show of the plump woman in the
boxers and the Doc Martins and her body builder slave. As soft and
curvy as her body was, and it was plainly evident from the way her hips
ass and thighs filled out the boxers, from the roundness of her belly
and from the size of her pendulous breasts his body was tight and
sculpted. He clearly worked out regularly in the gym. Every muscle
group stood out, well defined and while not ripped he appeared to be
pumped. His body was smooth and tan and his hair was tightly cut. They
were a study in contrasts - strong and tight vs. soft and loose,
someone who clearly was very concerned about his appearance vs. someone
who appeared not to care about how she was perceived. Power vs.
deference, only in this case he had deferred his power to her.
We watched them together for some time as she tied him to a cross and
proceeded to work over his nips, clamping them with weights before
moving on to his cock and balls. She separated and tied the balls
making the hairless skin so tight over each of his tender eggs. She
worked his cock over finally putting a spiked collar (with the spikes
pointed inward against his flesh) around it just under the head and
then adding some weights to it. His face was very red but he never
cried out or spoke. She untied him and he immediately moved to all
fours. She administered a long, black, leather covered paddle to his
ass bringing the skin to a bright red through his tan. Finally, after a
very long of this abuse had passed she stepped in front of him. From a
bag she removed a harness with a very big black dildo attached to it.
She strapped the harness to her and without command the sub began to
fellate the phallus. She fucked his mouth, as expertly as any man would
use a glory hole. Several of our fellow observers in the audience were
now openly stoking their erections, in some case having pulled aside
restricting panties and in others having unzipped a fly.
The domme then spoke only one word. "Now." The sub immediately put his
forehead to the floor as she moved behind him. She lubed him a clear
gel from a tube and then very forcefully rammed the black dildo into
him. She had it buried in two thrusts. He grunted on both thrusts but
made no other sound. The weights from his nipples and cock swung back
and forth in unison with the flopping of her big mammaries. She began
to sweat; she was working so hard as she fucked him from behind. He
took all her thrusts in silent submission.
I was so engrossed in the scene that it took a while for me to realize
that Tanya was behind me, her boobs pressed into my back, her hot
breath on my ear as her hands played with my nipples and teased my
cock.
"Have you ever seen anything so hot?" she asked.
Clearly my companion was turned on by what she was watching. A pretty
interesting 2nd date I'd have to say! We hurried as fast ass we could
in our heels down to the end of the basement and found an open room.
We moved inside and Tanya looked and me and said, "Please don't take
off your leather, just ravage me. Take me and make me yours."
I needed no more urging. My hard on was raging from what I had just
witnessed and the raw sexual energy of that scene was now sending
sparks between Tanya and I. I began running my hands all over her body
and in the process unzipped her dress. Because it was a favorite of
hers I removed far more carefully than I would have liked, I wanted to
literally rip it off her, but I was in no way gentle in removing it and
throwing it onto the corner of the bench. My gloved hands roamed her
body but concentrated on her firm ass and beautiful breasts. I began to
suck on her little nipples, lightly biting them to arouse them more.
Her breath came in gasps each time my teeth touched a nip. She was
grinding against me trying to feel as much leather as possible. As
erotic and sensual as this was I remember thinking how much I would
have liked to feel her smooth, soft skin on mine. I pushed her face
down on the bench while reaching for lube and a condom. I unzipped my
pants and pulled out my hard cock. Much like the domme behind the chain
link fence I rapidly lubed her tight hole and placed my cock at the
opening.
Tanya turned to look back up at me. "Don't hold back," she said in a
voice that was heavy with sex.
I knew what she wanted. As if following the domme's instructions in
pushed my way into Tanya and was buried inside her in a few hard
strokes. She moaned breathily and raised her hips to meet my thrusts. I
lay on top of her and covered as much of her body with my leather clad
self. I heard her sigh gently. My cock was in heaven buried in her
tight pussy. I lay still just twitching my dick inside her. Partly to
savor the pleasure and partly so that I would not cum to quickly. But
wanton desire soon overtook me. I raised and began to fuck her in
earnest. Each stroke slapped my leather covered crotch and thighs
against her thighs and ass. I felt my orgasm building and held off as
long as I could but eventually the eruption of cum could not be
stopped. I buried one last thrust deep inside her and then let it
happen. In the last throes of my pleasure I again lay my body on top of
her, inhaling her perfume through her hair. She reached up and lightly
touched my face with her fingers as we floated in a post-coital lover's
embrace. I drifted to a place of serenity and I hoped she was there
too.
Returning to the present I noticed that several onlookers had witnessed
our fuck and I overheard one guy say, "Wish I was doing her."
Judging by the smile on her face, Tanya heard him too. We recomposed
ourselves and returned upstairs for a drink. I noticed the domme and
sub nearby, she seated and he standing beside her. I smiled and nodded
at her and she smiled back.
Tanya whispered to me "Thank you." and traced her fingernails over my
hand.
"Why do you keep thanking me?" I asked.
"It's a long story," she said "but tonight is the culmination of my
transformation. You were my first lover as Tanya."
Feeling immensely honored I said, "Tell me the long story."
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