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TRANNY TALES... MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR MY BOYFRIEND
Like most of us 'girls' I have been dressing secretly all my life.
Although it was only three years ago that I went into my passion a bit
more seriously. When I could afford a place of my own that offered me
the freedom and privacy I needed.
I completely shaved my body, becoming nice and smooth full time, and
expanded my female wardrobe. Building up from a couple of pairs of
knickers to several complete outfits including heels, with four
different real hair wigs.
Although I could look reasonably convincing I wasn't into the idea of
dressing 24/7. I had to work and lead a life as well. So I just dressed
on my days off when I had the time.
Now that I had the location and the accessories, the next step was
meeting other people that I could dress with, and more importantly men
that I could dress for. I went online onto several TV sites and began to
make friends.
I became very friendly with a couple of other t-girls and they soon
introduced me to the life-style that I had been dreaming about since I
was young. They took me to the TV and gay clubs in the near-by big city
and introduced me to several other t-girls and t-girl admirers.
I have to admit I enjoyed it all immensely and dated a couple of guys on
a semi regular basis. Which leads me up to the present, I had been
seeing this guy for about four or five weeks now.
We had met online and he lived local, so we had been able to hook-up
once a week or so. We usually go over to the city for the TV bars and
gay friendly restaurants, then head back to my place, where we spend the
rest of the evening together.
On our last date he informed me that it would be his birthday the
following week and that he would be honoured if I would spend it with
him. I immediately told him that I would be thrilled to spend more time
with him.
It was then that he told me just what he really desired for his
birthday, he told me all about his favourite sexual fantasy and how I
would be the perfect girl to help him enact it.
He wanted me to come to his office one evening, dressed in my sexiest
secretary look.
He told me that it had long been his fantasy to have a t-girl around the
office that would serve him in more ways than one!
It sounded absolutely thrilling and I knew immediately just which
clothes would fit the bill. It was a definite date, one that we could
arrange in detail over the next few days by SMS messages.
THE BIG NIGHT.
I was so looking forward to this evening, I spent the whole afternoon in
the bath soaking and shaving myself all over, making myself the perfect
little girl for his fantasy role-play. I was determined to play the part
to the hilt, to make his birthday treat one to remember for both of us.
When I had finished my make-up to the best of my ability I covered
myself in body spray and added a few dabs of perfume. Time to dress to
make his fantasy become real and I knew just what to wear to look the
part.
I had had several fantasies myself about this scenario, so I was looking
forward to a very horny encounter. I knew his outline for the meeting,
but not the exact details, he had told me it was to be a surprise!
First I put on the hot pink suspender belt and the matching bra, putting
in my false C-cup titties. Next I slipped on the black silk seamed
stockings and attached them to the garter-straps. They felt so cool and
sexy against my very smooth long legs.
I put on the hot pink sexy G-string and fitted my 'clitty' into it. My
pussy-lip / balls fit snugly into the stretchy, flimsy material. The
white, silk, short-sleeved blouse was next. I left the top two buttons
undone.
I had the perfect skirt and jacket to complete the sexy secretary /
office-girl look. The skirt was short, tight and black, with a thin
white pin-stripe through it. It was just long enough to cover my
stocking-tops, although it finished well short of my knee. Made of a
stretchy lycra-type which made it easier to walk in.
I put on my black four-inch heeled court shoes and a couple of pieces of
jewelry, nothing too flash for this role-play. Finally my real-hair
shoulder-length wavy blond wig and I was ready to go. I checked myself
in the mirror as I passed on the way out. I really did look like a hot
sexy office-girl on her way to work.
It was almost 7pm and completely dark at this time of year, so I had no
concerns about leaving the house dressed and driving about. I had done
it many times before by now. I had about a fifteen minute drive over to
his office and I wasn't expected until 7-30pm, time to have a joint to
relax in the car when I got there!
He had shown me where it was last time we had been out together. He had
made a point of driving passed it on our way home from the restaurant.
At the time I thought he was just trying to impress me with his job, he
was the owner of a medium sized construction business. Now I realise
that he had got an ulterior motive as well.
I got in my car and sent him a text to tell him I was on my way. He had
told me that there would be noone else around the complex and that I
would see his office as I parked my car, as it would be the only one
with the lights on.
Just as I started the engine I received a text back from him, it said:
HOPE YOU'RE DRESSED ALL SEXY AND UP FOR THIS SWEETHEART. NOW THIS IS HOW
I WANT IT TO GO DOWN. YOU WILL BE THE NEW GIRL IN THE OFFICE AND IT IS
THE FIRST TIME WE HAVE MET. YOU ARE KEEN TO MAKE A GOOD IMPRESSION ON
YOUR NEW BOSS. YOU WILL ALWAYS CALL ME SIR AND ALWAYS DO EXACTLY AS YOU
ARE TOLD. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
Mmmm this sounded fun, I texted him back:
YES SIR, ON MY WAY SIR.
Getting into character to be his actress in his fantasy come true, and
maybe mine too?
His reply soon came:
WHEN YOU GET HERE, KNOCK ON MY OFFICE DOOR AND WAIT UNTIL I TELL YOU TO
ENTER. FROM THEN ONWARDS WE MUST STAY IN OUR ROLES FOR MY FANTASY. IF
YOU DO JUST AS YOU ARE TOLD I WILL REWARD YOU .XXXX.
I pulled up outside his office building. It was a two story unit on an
industrial complex. There was only one light on in the entire area and
he must have seen my headlights, so he must know I was here, but hey
fuck it I thought, I am early, time for a joint!
He allowed ten minutes to compose myself, as he knew full well just what
I was doing before phoning me.
"Hello babe," he said. "Time's up, in you come, there's a good girl."
He hung up before I could say, "Yes Sir, on my way Sir."
I tottered over the car-park to the main doors. I took a last hit of
weed, flicked the roach away, and pushed the big glass door, it opened.
Walking into the corridor I could see the light from under the first
door and read the name plaque on it.
MR R JOHNSON
OWNER AND MANAGER
JOHNSON CONSTRUCTION LTD.
I straightened my skirt and blouse, took a deep breath, and knocked on
the door. This should prove interesting, I thought to myself. He let me
wait a full minute, or so it seemed, before he curtly replied, "Enter."
I opened the door and stepped inside. It was a good sized, tastefully
set out office. He was sat behind a large wooden desk, wearing a shirt
and tie. I fell into the role and said to him breathlessly and demure,
"Hello Sir, you sent for me?"
"Yes I did," he snapped. "You're new here, aren't you girl?" he added.
"Y-y-yes Sir," I replied all girly and submissive. I knew what he
required here and was more than happy to play along.
He continued, "What's your name and when did you start work here girl?"
"Samantha Sir, and I started work here today Sir," I replied as I closed
the door behind me. I was in his hands now, this was his fantasy and I
had promised to help him fulfil it.
"Well Samantha, I am happy to see that you read the dress code enclosed
with the job offer letter you were sent."
"Yes Sir, I made a good note of just what was required for me to wear
around the office," I answered.
"I like to see the girls around here in short skirts, tight tops and
high-heels with stockings on. And do you know why?" he quizzed.
"N-no Sir," I complied, knowing full well just why a guy would wanna see
a willing, horny hot little chick dressed like this.
"Because I am the boss around here and you are very lucky to have this
job, it pays three times more than any other you could get. You're
employed here because you're pretty and sexy, not because you are
clever, got it?"
"Y-yes Sir, I am here because I am pretty and sexy, not because I am
clever Sir, and I am lucky to have this job S-sir."
I stood by the door with my feet crossed at my ankles, holding a pad and
pen I had picked up from a desk outside, licking the top of the pen and
trying to look all sexy and submissive for him.
"And I like my little bimbos round here to look good, make the best of
their attributes and know their place."
Now I am not slow witted and I have played enough games with guys to be
able to pick up on just what they want and be able to act the part. I
have enacted role-plays with guys where I have dressed as a maid, a
hooker, a school-girl, etc.
I could see where he was heading. In his own little fantasy he wanted to
be the assertive, dominant boss, with ultimate control, and I was to be
his prey. I was to be his semi-reluctant, but ultimately compliant
little office girl on her first day, knowing she has to make a very good
impression with her new boss to keep this top job.
Even though we both know that eventually I will have to submit to his
advances, he wants me to act nervous, a little scared, as if I don't
really wanna do it, but know that I have to do exactly as I am told, or
face the sack!
My acceptance of my role in his fantasy is like an unspoken bond between
us across the room. I smile and slowly nod to him signalling my
submission. He smiles and slowly nods in return, accepting it.
He breaks the spell by saying, "Come here Samantha, let's see you walk
across my office in those sexy heels and that little skirt, darling."
I sashayed towards him, swinging my hips as I walked, eyes cast
downwards to the floor, as a good girl should.
He pointed to the tall shelving behind his desk and said, "Come around
here sweetheart, and get that file down off the top shelf."
I looked up at it, it was at least three metres high. There was a little
step-ladder by the side of his desk conveniently placed, so that I would
have to climb up it, whilst only a metre or so away from him.
My heels clicked on the wooden floor as I approached his desk. Putting
the pad and pen down on his desk I ascended the ladder. I had to climb
to the top step and stretch up to reach the file he had asked for.
"Mmmm nice," he whispered, "I'm pleased to see that you remembered that
all the girls here should always wear stockings and suspenders or hold-
ups, never bare-legged or tights."
I could feel his eyes gazing up my skirt as he spoke, it is such an
erotic feeling to be leered at by a man!
"Yes Sir, I'm a good little girl," I almost purred.
"I was told that I must wear stockings and be prepared to do anything
that the boss tells me to Sir," I added for effect, to show him that I
was loving his game, as much as he was.
I felt his hand gently glide up my calf. The shudder of excitement that
swept through my body made me a little shaky on the ladder. It was hard
enough to balance as it was in those heels.
He laughed as he said, "Come down you silly girl, before you hurt
yourself. Park your cute little bum on the edge of my desk, I have a
memo for you to take," he added, as he patted his desk next to him.
I did as I was told, pulling myself up and crossing my legs to protect
my modesty in my short skirt. The desk was quite high and my foot didn't
quite reach the floor. I sat upright, with my back straight and head up,
as I picked the pad and pen up ready for work.
He began by saying, "Ok Samantha, take this down."
"I, Samantha, am a very naughty little girl.
I am dressed all sexy to prick-tease my new boss.
And he is gonna make me pay for it.
Now repeat that back to me girl."
As I scribbled away I felt his hand on my knee, stroking upwards higher
and higher. My breathing became faster and shallower as he worked his
hand slowly upwards, letting out an involuntary moan as he reached my
stocking-tops.
I repeated back what I had wrote and he smiled at me.
"I love a girl in stockings," he whispered. "It shows that they are a
good girl and know how to dress to please a man."
He gave my thigh a squeeze and added, "And it shows that they know just
what their primary role around here is."
"I-I think I do Sir. I'm here to look pretty and sexy and be a bit of
bimbo eye-candy for you Sir," I responded.
"Oh, I will want far more than that from you, honey. I will want to do a
lot more than just look at you sweetheart."
His hand was gripping my leg tightly now and he began to ease my one
knee from the other.
"Open your legs darling, let's have a look up that little skirt."
He pulled my legs slowly apart and manoeuvred his chair between them,
gently placing my feet on the two armrests.
I sat up straight, still trying to look composed with the pen in my
hand. Even though my short tight stretchy skirt had rode right up my
thighs, exposing my stocking-tops, the lacy straps of the pink
suspender-belt and a good part of the bare, white, smooth skin between
them and my pink knickers.
With my knees bent, bent at a 90-degree as his chair was so close, he
was able to stare right up between my thighs to the very top!
"Oh you're flashing your pretty little panties at me, you naughty little
girl," he growled in a lecherous tone.
I tried to ignore him and fiddled with the pen and pad, as his hands
roamed up my legs from my ankles up the smooth silk to the soft flesh,
stopping just short of my panties. But it was impossible as his gentle
touch and assertive manner had made me all girly, sexy, submissive and
compliant to his every whim.
"Mmmm, you're gorgeous honey," he said in his deep husky voice. "You're
my pretty little piece of pussy now bitch, do you understand?"
"Y-y-yes S-sir," I dutifully replied, adding, "I am your pretty little
piece of pussy now Sir."
His finger-tips had reached the flimsy fabric covering my 'clitty', my
'pussy-lips' and my tight little love-hole now, and I let out another
moan of pleasure, almost begging him not to stop.
"Oh my, oh my, sweetheart, I wanna put my hand in your knickers and feel
what you've got for your new boss," he said, as he tickled my pussy-lips
bulging against the material.
"When a girl flashes her panties at a man it is a signal that she is
offering her snatch to him. Only a nasty little slut would do that, so
tell me what you are, if you wanna keep your job."
By now I was as horny as he was and gladly replied that I was indeed a
nasty little slut and that I would do anything my new boss demanded of
me to keep my job. I almost swooned and dropped my pad and pen as he
pulled my panties to one side and slid his finger down between my legs
and lightly stroked my 'pussy'.
He bent his head forward, kissing my thighs, letting his moist tongue
glide up to my crotch, licking my 'clitty', as he fingered my opening. I
felt his tongue dart down and lick this entrance to my most private
place
"Oh yes please Sir," I groaned. "I belong to you now Sir, I know my
place and exactly what is required of me Sir."
My opening was twitching with delight as he licked and probed it, I was
panting with the joy of receiving oral sex from a man when I was a
'woman'!
"Good girl," he said, as he looked up and unfastened my blouse to reveal
my hot pink lacy bra. He gave my falsies a good squeeze.
"Great tits too, sweetheart," he added with a smirk. "Time to show me
what else you can do."
He stood up and put his hands behind my back, sliding down to my bum.
Then he pulled me forward, so I slipped of the desk onto my feet and
said, "On your knees bitch, time for a bit of oral dictation." He
laughed at his own joke.
I sank to my knees, my skirt still hitched up and my blouse flapping
open. My head now at just the right height for my next duty. He
unfastened his trousers and his erect 8 inch penis jumped out standing
at attention before my hungry eyes.
This wasn't the first time that I had been on my knees like this, so I
knew exactly how to please a man. I loved the taste and smell of an
aroused man; it bought the best, the most feminine and the most
submissive side of me.
First of all I teased him, lightly flicking my tongue over his enlarged
glands, tickling his banjo-string with it. He groaned as his cock
twitched and slapped against my lips, eager for more of my girly
attention.
I licked him up and down, taking good care to service his balls, and
make them all wet with my saliva. I did the same to his shaft, as I
worked my way back up to his tip, covering that too in a thick coat of
my mouth juice.
"That's it girl," he said encouragingly, as his hands went around the
back of my head. "Suck Daddy's big hard cock, princess."
He pulled me onto him and I had no choice, other than to take him into
my mouth. I gagged as he hit my tonsils.
I felt my head being pulled gently back and forth, as I worked my man's
penis like a good little girl. He was slowly face-fucking me and I was
loving it. His strokes became faster and I could tell he was really
getting off on this.
After several minutes of my best attentions he could take no more. I
knew that he wouldn't wanna shoot into my mouth, that he would wanna
save himself to be able to take advantage of my other sex-hole. He
pulled away from me and slapped his cock against my cheeks.
"Fucking hell, that's good, you are a cock-sucking pro, there is
certainly a future for you here girl." He laughed as he threw a condom
down onto the floor beside me. "Now put this on me. An office girl
should perform all these tasks for me if she wants to keep her job."
I opened the packet and smoothly rolled the condom over his long
throbbing member. When I had done so he pulled me to my feet and spun me
round. So as I was facing the desk and he was behind me.
I felt his mouth nuzzle against my neck and his hands moved to my front,
one of them fondling my breasts, as the other encroached inside the
front of my panties.
"I want your cunt and I want it now sweetheart."
I was pushed face down over the desk and he tapped my ankles with his
foot.
"Open your legs princess, give me your sweet little honey-pot."
As I did so I felt his hands on my ass squeezing and rubbing it, making
me moan and groan with anticipation.
My bum cheeks were pulled apart and the thin strip of the G-sting
material was pulled away from my wanton and willing hole. He spat on my
stretched entrance and I could feel his saliva flow into me, it was
pushed in a little more be his finger-tip.
Next I felt the cool drip of lube being dropped onto the crack of my
buttocks, making me squirm with pleasure as it ran down and was massaged
into my pussy-hole. He had his finger completely up me now and it was
soon joined by a second, working me until I was stretched and ready.
I noticed the bottle of poppers he had thoughtfully left out for me and
took a huge hit as he withdrew his fingers, temporarily leaving me
feeling empty. I knew that that feeling wouldn't last for very long, I
could tell by his dirty comments that he was as horny as fuck for me
now.
"Oh yea baby, I am gonna fuck you like the nasty little slut that you
are girl. I am gonna stick my big hard cock right up your cute little
pussy, girl. You're gonna get my meat right up your hole, bitch. I am
gonna teach you your place around here."
The tip of his penis was now pushing against the outer rim of my love-
hole, getting into position to take me.
"Oh god Sir," I cried as I felt it enter me.
It hurt a bit, but I was used to it, the pain only added to my pleasure.
Being penetrated by a man is the ultimate tranny thrill for me, it is
the natural way a girl should be for her man. As much as I get a rush
from the actual dressing, it is the final and complete feeling of being
a woman sexually that compels me to do what I do!
His cock eased further and further into my well lubed snatch and he was
soon impaling me on his full 8 inches, moving his hips against me as he
used me. He gripped the waistband of my skirt and panties, holding the
suspender belt through the skirt, and rocked me back and forth upon him.
The rush of the poppers and the joint that I had smoked earlier sent me
into the girly submission required in order to be able to give yourself
to a man in this way. My legs went weak but I was supported by the desk
and held by his big strong hands on my hips.
I could feel the muscles in my body twitching as I approached my own
anal orgasm.
"Mmmm, oh yes please Sir," I moaned as he spanked my bottom quite hard
in between thrusts of his pelvis. "Fuck this little pussy Sir. Please
fuck me like the nasty little slut I am Sir." I was almost crying now.
"Oh fucking, yeah bitch, I' m nearly there honey," he said, as he
pounded me harder and harder. He abruptly stopped, ripping his cock from
me he said, "Get up."
He pulled me up and turned me around, pushing me back onto the desk. I
lay back and looked up at him as he stood between my legs, his pulsating
penis stretching the condom.
He moved closer, placing my ankles over his shoulders, and tugged my
panties down to my knees and entered me again. As he fucked me he took
my knickers completely off, so that he could open my legs wide and
complete his vinegar strokes!
It did not take long for his hard, deep, piston-like thrusting to bring
him to orgasm, me too for that matter. I was screaming with extasy as he
pulled out of me, tore off the condom and jerked his exploding cock all
over me.
His hot thick semen shot up to my face leaving a thick stream from my
nose all the way to my navel. He leaned forward as more of his man-cream
ejaculated from him. A thick wad landed in my open mouth, another on my
cheek, a third spurted onto my chest and bra. The last few fell onto my
tummy forming a thick hot pool.
I swallowed his rich creamy offering, like a good girl is supposed to!
And was rewarded with a slap on my bum, I was pulled head down and
ordered to.
"Lick my cock and balls clean girl."
I sucked at the tip and drained out his remaining juices as his penis
began to soften. I was then yanked away and he used my panties, that he
was still holding, to wipe his cock clean.
Then he pulled me up, so that I was sitting upright on the desk again,
skirt up, tits out, knickers off and covered in cum. I could feel it
running down my face, tits and stomach, gravity drawing it down my body.
I must have looked to him just what I actually was, that is a freshly
fucked bit of young pussy!
Obviously his little game wasn't finished yet, as staying in character,
he pulled me to my feet and frog-marched me to the door. He thrust me
out into the corridor, throwing my panties out after me.
"Pick em up slut," he growled, "and get back to work."
I stumbled down the corridor, trying to pull down my skirt and hold my
blouse together, tottering on my heels, my face flushed from the good
seeing to that I had just been given
"Hey!" he shouted after me. "Put your fucking knickers back on, you
silly little tart. I don't want you getting your hot sticky pussy-juice
all over my office chairs, do I?"
I leaned uneasily against the wall and slipped them over my heels and up
under my skirt.
"Now just imagine darling, if there was a room full of other girls out
there seeing you leave my office in that state. How embarrassing would
that be?" he asked me gently.
I tried to imagine it, four or five other young pretty girls dressed
similar to me, all looking at me struggling back into my panties,
clutching my blouse together covered in the bosses' semen.
"Don't worry Sammy," he laughed. "If that was the case then they would
have all spent many afternoons doing what you have just done."
With that our game was over and I went to the ladies room to tidy myself
up. He drove me back to my place in my car, he would take a taxi home
later. I took a shower and re-did my make-up as he sat downstairs with a
drink, watching some porn. Later that evening he presented me with a
diamond necklace as a thank you for making his fantasy come true.
THE END
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