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This Was My Thursday Afternoon free porn video
So, this actually happened yesterday.
I met him on line, on a site called Fetlife. And he's all top. And
I'm...not.
So you know right there that the story is headed for a kinky little
twist or two.
I'm an out, transgender woman. Most tell me I started at hot, but then
about a year or so ago, after allowing estrogen and spironolactone to
reshape my body and my mind (yes, it did) I decided that I needed a
little more up top. And with the help of a talented surgeon, one morning
last year my 38Bs became 38Ds, in just a matter of two hours. It would
have been worth it without the painkillers, but with them, the two weeks
of being unable to do much more than eat, drink and sleep was nothing
when compared with the new curves that attracted so much attention to my
upper body and the powerful effect that had on men and some women alike.
So, back to this guy.
After a few days of online conversation (very few, in fact) I decided
that liked his sense of humor and his choice of baseball team (Yankees,
not Mets). So I agreed to meet him, in a very public place in the mid
afternoon.
I had an early evening appointment, so it was set up as a meet and greet
more than anything else - a little introduction to see if in person the
sparks flew as much as they had in our online messages.
I dressed and did my makeup carefully for the occasion, not too
provocatively, but I was unmistakably someone who didn't mind letting
the world know that she was all woman, even if back when I was born a
doctor had lept to a mistakena assumption when glancing between my legs.
I wore a black dress with a knit mini, a few inches above the knee, but
with a scoop neck that displayed the curve of my 38Ds, molded by a push
up bra with a band of black lace at the top. The cleavage was enough to
turn heads, but not enough to be over the top slutty. My dark gray suede
boots were knee high.
Of course I was delayed. Call it what it was (a work thing) or call it
trans time, I was going to be a bit more than half an hour late. So I
messaged him, and he said he'd be waiting...and he asked what he should
order for me by way of a drink.
I arrived to find my Sex on the Beach being delivered and him sitting
across a two top table. The conversation was nice, the flirting not over
the top, and the exchange of what got each other hot was as free as only
two relative strangers could be, each knowing that the other was more
than a bit kinky.
What positions did I like, he asked. Did I like bondage? Spanking? He
liked reverse cowgirl. I favored positions in which it was plain that I
was not in control. I confessed that I love being double teamed, He
suggested that it be with him and a girl like me rather than two men or
a cis male/female couple. I thought that sounded delicious...
A half a drink later and a little flushed, I excused myself to go to the
ladies room - it was in the basement of the restaurant. And as I was
freshening my lipstick after washing my hands, I heard someone trying
the locked door - not uncommon in a restaurant with only two bathrooms,
both single use. But as I opened the door to leave, there he was, and of
course there wasn't any question but that he was coming in.
He pushed me against the wall and we started making out. As the kissing
got hotter his hands explored by body, first my breasts, freed from my
dress.
"You like that, don't you?" he demanded.
And there was only answer: "Yes, sir."
"You want more, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
He held my hands over my head with one hand, and, cutting off further
conversation, forced the other into my mouth.
I sucked greedily on his index finger, then his hand found its way up my
thighs, past my stocking tops and into my panties. None to gently he
penetrated me with one hand, the other massaging my limp clit through my
panties.
I found myself spun around, facing the wall, wondering how far he'd take
things, given that we were in the basement of a busy restaurant, and
that someone was certain to come down sooner or later, but hoping
against hope that his lust would overcome all else. Make no mistake, I
was flushed, ready and somewhere between powerless to stop him and
totally willing to give it up right then and there.
But he turned me back around and ordered me to feel his cock, and my
fingers found it instantly. It seemed to grow and stiffen as I massaged
it through his pants.
"May I taste it," I begged.
And he said yes.
I dropped slowly to my knees.
He wasn't huge, he wasn't fresh, but he was exactly what I needed right
at that moment. And, as he pushed into my mouth, once again I was
reminded that I'm just a slutty little cocksucking bitch, one who
belongs on her knees serving her superiors.
Which is where I'm sure I'll be when we see each other again, just a few
days from now. I can't wait.
Louise
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