She

Published on Mar 16, 1998

Transgender

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SHE by Chelsea Brown

She watches you from across the room. She is judging you just as you are judging her. Her eyes match yours, weighing your soul. Her gaze drops to your broad shoulders, muscular chest and flat waist. It drops further, to your crotch. She is measuring you. She wonders what you taste like. Her tongue brushes her upper teeth. She breathes in. Her lips make an 'o' as she imagines them encompassing your manhood.

You note her physical characteristics. The firm jutting breasts. The tall, lithe body, made taller by the impossibly high heels. The soft honey-blonde hair that falls to her shoulders. The long red nails that matches her moist lips. The long black lashes that curtain her eyes.

She walks over to you, takes your unfinished drink from your hand and downs it in one swallow. She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving yours. She hooks one arm into yours. She has you. Without one word having been spoken, she has you. Tonight, you will do anything she wants, and she will do everything you've ever dreamt of. She will be everything you've ever dreamt of.

You know what she is, and she knows that you know. To her, that is part of the enjoyment, part of the ecstasy, part of her control over you. In a voice too deep, too husky, she asks "Shall we go?"

In your car, she sits with her legs apart. Her smooth lap conceals her special charms. On the other hand, your excitement is very noticeable in your trousers. Her hand reaches across and rubs your crotch.

Once inside her house, she reaches behind her and unhooks her dress, which slides over her curves until it is laying in a heap on the floor. She kicks it aside. She is now wearing a black teddy, gray thigh-highs and those heels. She slides onto her knees, places her hands behind her back, licks her lips, and looks up at you, a soft smile upon her face. She wants you. She needs you. She can almost feel your shaft sliding down her throat. But she is going to make you work for it. She wants you to take the initiative.

Hurriedly, you unbuckle your trousers and open your zip. Your trousers fall down to your ankles. You yank down your pants, freeing your cock which springs upwards, free, unconfined, and proud. You reach forward and grab her neck, pulling her towards you, feeding your cock to her willing lips. Now she takes over. One hand grasps your root, the other gently squeezes your balls. She sucks on you, sliding up and down your shaft, making your cock slick and warm. Her teeth gently scrape your skin and her hand is jacking you off as she gives you the best blow job of your life. Just as you think you are about to come, she changes angle, removes her hand and moves forward. You feel your cock sliding down her neck and she is suddenly deep-throating you. Her nails dig into your thighs as she brings you towards a climax the likes of which you have never experienced before - and probably never will again. You feel yourself pass the point of no return and you grab her ears as your hot semen streams into her.

Finally, your shudders subside and you stagger backwards. She tilts her head back, to enjoy every last drop. Despite this, some cum dribbles from a corner of her mouth. She stands up quickly and moves towards you. She throws her arms round your shoulders and kisses you. You can taste yourself on her. She breaks off and says "Now it's my turn".

As she lays down, on her back, you notice that her teddy has a snap-crotch. She reaches down and unsnaps it, with one experienced hand. Underneath, she is wearing a black triangle of some firm material. You realize that it is a gaffe and stand, mesmerized by what you know is underneath it. She undoes a bow on each side and pulls it off, exposing her own dick. At first, it is small and flaccid but, after she has stroked it a few times, it grows into an impressive hard-on. You kneel between her legs and wrap your lips round it, You give your attention to sucking and stroking it for a few moments and are rewarded by her moans of pleasure.

When you look up, you see that she has pulled her teddy off her shoulders so that it is now a crumpled up piece of cloth around her tummy. She has also discarded her falsies and is now tweaking her own nipples between her fingers. You slide up her body - "her" body: you can't yet think of this delectable creature as a boy - you slide up her body and fasten your lips onto a nipple, at the same time stroking her cock. She caresses your neck, urging you on with moans and soft encouragements. You kiss her chest and up her neck. You clamp your lips round her "Adam's Apple" and suck on it wildly. She bucks in ecstasy from your touch. You look up at her red lips and long black eyelashes, her exquisitely made-up face, and the big earrings visible through her hair. On a whim, you move your hand up to her head and gently remove her wig, exposing her short boyish haircut. She lowers her eyes, demurely. "Now I really DO feel naked" (s)he says.

He takes the wig from you and places it on your head, holding the front in place and pulling the back down. He looks appraisingly at you. "You could be very pretty", he says. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" You nod, eagerly. "I wonder ..." he says "...if you have what it takes to be a real woman?"

You both know what will happen next. How it must come to a finale. He reaches over to get his purse and takes from it a condom and a tube of KY which he passes to you. You unwrap the condom and roll it onto his hard manhood, lubricating it with a dollop of jelly. You turn over onto your hands and knees and thrust your ass into the air. He kneels behind you and thrusts his 8 inches into you. You gasp from the pain but, once he is fully inside you, you relax. He fucks you, hard, and long. Finally, when you think you can't take any more, he comes and shudders to a stop. He collapses on top of you, kissing the back of your neck gently. "Oh yes, darling," he says, with a happy smile, "you DO have it!"

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