I accompanied a gay friend to an LGBT gild. I was n't trusted what to expect. I was curious about what I 'd see.

It was in use. My friend was chatting to another guy. 3 of us together by the bar. I was leaning against it. I heard some of what my friend and the guy he was with were saying. The repose of the fourth dimension I was people watching. Glancing around, checking out the wearing apparel, hair, footwear, faces.

As expected it was a amalgamate crowd. There were a lot of men, very few women and quite a few trans multitude. Some looked like men in char 's wearing apparel and make up. Some looked prettier with womanly features, soft makeup and courteous apparel.

I could see a trans lady near the bar. Maybe in her 20s. long directly dark hair. Maybe a wig. Nice nerve, pink lip rouge, eye lash telephone extension. Her whisker covering both sides of her boldness. She could enshroud behind that hair if she needed to. She wore a sleavless lightlessness dress, tights and black mellow cad. She had yearn knock nails.

She had breasts. bosom you would notice. The dress was close plenty to see the shape. She was very pretty.

I was about to contain out more people across the room when I noticed she was now walking towards me. Did I look for too long ? What would she say. Hopefully not much.

hello she said softly.

Hey I replied.

Not sure what else to say as I looked back at her for a second.

She asked me over for a drink.

I was n't sure what to say. How to react. How to say no. I just stood open mothed and silent.

I looked into her optic, her face between farseeing dark hair. I was looking at a young womanhood 's brass. My mind knew different but my optic saw woman.

Within a few bit we were sitting at a mesa with drinking. She had asked for Champagne cocktails.

We made pocket-size talk and I complemented her looks. It seemed the nice thing to do.

She had her hand on my berm as she looked at me. I wondered if anyone was watching us. I looked straight back at her not daring to take care anywhere else. I kept glancing at her long whiplash, pink lips and yearn nails.

She said I reminded her of who she used to be. She said I was similar to how she used to look. I am 6ft tall and very slight. I worked out so was toned but still very slim with thin weaponry. Its why I caught here eye she said.

In my mind she was half who she used to be and half a new woman. She was about the same stature as me, very slim, slim long legs, svelte implements of war, long pilus extensions, she still had a rooster and had breast implants.

She said as a trans someone she always wanted to look ripe. I agreed with her that everything she had on was very nice. I said her stockings and heels were hot. She had me touch her stockings just below the wearing apparel line. They felt overnice. Her hand was permanently on my leg as we spoke. 3 Champagne glasses later she had me saying how much I liked the look of heights heels, stockings, bird and dresses.

I was then invited back to see her full wardrobe and as she put it her many slutty hound. It was late and the nightspot was much vacuous and even the someone I came with was no where to be seen.

The small room in her flat was a walk in wardrobe. boxers full of scanty, stockings, tights. Many dresses on hangers. A dresser table with 3 mirrors covered in all kinds of make up of so many colours. The way had several total length mirrors. I can expend a lot of sentence in here she said.

Let me put something else on for you. A fashion show and she guided me onto the stool in straw man of the dresser. She removed her dress revealing her top one-half. A lacy black bra. She removed the bra so and I could see her chest. I liked how they looked. Very skillful indeed. Nice cupful. She removed her pants and out it came. Her big tool hanging there. My intragroup temperature rose as my center dashed between her breats, side, rear end and tool. She stood there in heels, stockings and aught else. It was a impress look. A tallish slim womanly flesh with cock hanging between her legs.

She changed her stockings for fishnet stockings slowly. I watched as she unrolled the old single off each leg then rolled the new twosome up her yearn legs. Her peter in wide purview every second. It was heavy than mine. She pulled her cad back on.

Then she held up another brace of fishnet stockings interchangeable to what she had on. These are for you she said holding them out to me. I tried to laugh it off saying I could n't but she was having none of it. See how they feel on you. I stood open mouthed staring at a pair of fish nets.

She undressed me and sat me back in the can. I was slightly ueasy to say the to the lowest degree when she pulled my gasp down. I sat there naked slightly covering my ego whilst looking up at her. She helped me into the pair of stockings. I looked down whilst she rolled them up from each ankle to my thighs. Then she pulled across a pair of in high spirits heels and slipped them on my infantry before standing me up.

She held my hand while I stood there looking down thinking I might loose remainder.

She enticed me to walk to the middle of room. Her left hand holding my right-hand hand as we moved. She said I should cross one leg in front of the other. I crossed each leg as we walked. she did the same. She stopped us in front of the full length mirror. I saw 2 solidifying of long slim pegleg in fishing net stockings and high school heels. Our high heels made our legs look soo long. Our shaft hung between our branch. Our top one-half bare. My torso exposed as well as her knocker. I had a semi. I tried to hide any facial expression that would intimate this. We turned and walked the duration of the room. Practicing how to walk in heel. We turned at the end of the room. This clock time do n't front down she said. I looked forward. A full distance mirror was oposite. We walked forward, holding hands, strutting. I could see our pelvis sway side to side as we moved forward. We watched ourselves as we got closer to the mirror. She was smilling as she watched me.

How about another drink she asked.

We sat side by side on the stool. She crossed her stage, so I did the same. She poured each of us a glass of champagne. She held the looking glass with her get out mitt and stroked my dorsum with her right paw. I held my glass with my correct hand and put my forget manus on her lower spinal column. Then then kissed me on the cheek before quoffing half the glass. I laughed watching her draught the Champagne. Our knees touching, our sides touching and she was stroking my lower binding. She gave me a top up and we each commented on how we looked. She said I looked pretty. No one had ever called me pretty before !

I thought this was all nice and was beaming. I touched her whilst we drunk bubbly. That bottle wo n't last longsighted. I felt the grain of both her and my fishnet. I touched her body and felt her breats. We were both aroused. There was no hiding it. A glimpse down and we could see the arousal. I was fealing at ease.

She suggested I pull out another pair of stockings or pantie from the bottom of the inning drawer for us to deepen into. She said I could pick out for both of us. Classy or slutty. It was to be my option.

I went down on to my genu going for the bottom draftsman. She stood up behind me and pushed down on my berm so I was on all fours and she pressed her prick against my freighter. I froze for a moment not knowing what she would do. Then she lent over me and started kissing my neck. She pulled my nous back and started kissing my mouth. I tasted champagne. She was pressing the length of her hardening cock against my cheeks. My mind was racing as I felt her length press against me. I was hardening also.

Her body leaning over above me. She had my point pulled back by my short hair and we were both kissing. I liked her glossa in my mouthpiece and she kissed me punishing. She then leant back and I could see us in the full length mirror. I was on all fours and she was kneeling up behind me with her turncock pressed against the centre of my cheeks.

I seen something in her script. It was a safety. She pulled away from me and her dick sprang upright fully erect. She put the condom on. Leaning her weight down through her arms on my waist, she pressed the tip against my anus.

She moved her deal from my waist to my hips and pulled me back towards her. Did I ask for this ? ! I was frozen as I felt the tip of prick push into me. I looked at the full length mirror. I could see her looking down with a look of concentration. she only had one thing in mind. She pulled my hip back hard and I 'm sure she was now inside me. I was now looking down towards the ground feeling very spooky. I dont think I 'll care this I thought. She yanked back on my hips again. Oh fuck I thought. My heart was pounding, my mouth wide open with no clue what to do. She pulled back again on my rose hip thrusting her self forward. I was n't for certain how to feel. It was n't sore but I would n't say it was prissy. My anus was stretched by her cock. I could n't see the penetration being on all quaternary and I coud n't judge how big she had got. It felt big enough.

She was gently rocking her hips back and forth. She ran the crown of her recollective nails over my hide. lightly scratching me. Rocking back and forth and scratching my skin. Her nails experience great.

However, I could feel my self wide open up. When she rocked forward my anus felt like it was being pushed in. When she pulled back it was like my anus was being pulled out. There was no lube. No sliding in and out. My anus seemed to go backwards and forwards with each stroke.

She then started to increase the stroke length. She was looking down at her prick entering my ass. She pushed slowly all the way in I let out a gasp. The tone was almost too much. I could feel her tool so deep in me. But I could n't say if it was 4 inch or 12 in, it was all too a great deal for me.

She held it all the way in for a few seconds pushing against my inside. I wanted her to take it out, but when she did I could only feel the ring of my anus being pulled out and I let out a grunt. It felt like she withdrew the wide length. I felt every mm as she pulled out only for her to tug all the way back in. And I gasped again. Oh my God I cant take this I thought. This is too much. Each time her putz was fully inserted she held it for a second before pulling back. The impression on my hole was acute and there was little stand-in at any point. And then she started pushing harder. I looked up at the mirror. The face on her expression told me all I needed to see. I 'm getting fucked ! If I said stop she would either not hear me or just dismiss me. I was getting fucked and she will decide when it 's done.

In the mirror I could see every column inch of her from the waist up, but I could feel every column inch of her from waist down.

She was thrusting hard. Her leg slapped into the back of my legs and my whole body was being pushed forward each sentence. I was on the verge of collapse. She then grabbed my hair's-breadth and pulled my head up. She was fucking me as hard. The opinion of my ass being buck apart and what was going on in my mind was too very much. I was completely lost. All I could do was take it until it was over and that flavor like a recollective way away. She was loving it. Grinding her cock inside my cockeyed ass was heaven for her. She was lost in the moment. Her breathing was heavy. The loud phone of her legs battering against mine. She was n't on her knees anymore either. she was squatting above me thrusting downwards. Her eyes were closed. This will only end one way. When she comes ! I just had to waitress and take all she could give. My own breath was heavy and I could n't control it. thigh slapping and large external respiration from both of us. If she comes then she will pull out which now means i want her to arrive. Something else my head had to treat with. My eyes were now closed as she kept fucking me. My heart might explode out my thorax it 's beating so fast. Then she pulled my hair really hard and I felt the really hot liquid through the condom. surprisingly hot.

I could sense it so trench inside me. She was all the way inside and holding it there.

I just looked back at her through the mirror. She breathed out one last time opening her eyes and she seen my font through the mirror. We looked straight at each other. You could only report how I looked in one way, like I 'd just been fucked. And she looked like she had just fucked someone. Me !

She let go my hair and my point dropped and my arms collapsed. My butt still sticking up with her inside me. My read/write head was down on the floor. After a minute She started to withdraw. My eyes sprang wide spread. Fucking hell ! ! ! She was withdrawing slowly but now she felt liberal than at any other time. I took deep breathing time in. She pulled out really slowly as her promontory now had to total out my anus. I let out a loud noise and clenched my fist as the bell end went through my ring and it popped out. That was me done ! Sweat poured from my forehead.

She stood up then tilt forward to help me up. Standing up was not easy. My ass was ore, my ramification were shaky and I was wearing heels. She held me up as we walked back to the stool. I could barely put a foot forward. I could only bring minor steps. We both sat on the stool. She pulled me into her and hugged me. I was leaning almost sideways towards her breast. Her blazonry stopped me from falling all the way forward. I was looking down. I could see her putz with the condom still on full of cum. She spread her legs slightly and slowly pulled the condom off with one hand. She rubbed the vertebral column of my head and forced my head down. Her prick went straight to the back of my throut. I had nothing left in me to to resist. I gagged when it hit the back of my throat and I sputtered when I could savour her Seman. Suck it bitch she shouted !