He came back from the bar with a pint for him and an orange and soda for me and introduced himself as Joe. I sweetly asked for a straw, and as he went to get one prepared myself for the statement I was going to make when he got back. As he returned, I told him I was sorry, but this had all been a mistake – I wasn’t the kind of girl he was interested in, and he should go back and watch the second half of the show – I was just going to finish my drink and go home. ‘What makes you think I’m not interested?’, he asked, ‘I came here tonight because I want to meet a trans girl, but not on the internet’. He lent in, and stuck his tongue in my mouth furiously, before groping my tits through my blouse. I was panting with excitement, and my erection returned with a vengeance in my thong as I shifted my hem, so it didn’t show through my skirt. He looked down as I moved and put his hand on my thigh. ‘Oh yes’, he said, ‘stockings – please come home with me and I’ll treat you like a goddess’.
Goddess? More like a slut goddess, actually! My mind was racing, but before I could answer he kissed me again, and I decided that getting fucked without having to whore myself out would make a pleasant change. ‘Is it far?’ I asked. ‘I live within walking distance’, he replied, ‘and there’s space for you to park your car’. We left the drinks, got my coat and went to my car. He wasn’t joking, he lived just down the bank in one of the flats on City Road. As we walked in, he pushed me against the wall and started kissing my neck. I took my coat off and he unbuttoned my blouse to kiss my shoulders. My thong was soaking as precum oozed freely out of my girldick. I stepped forward and nudged him towards the sofa. He put his hands on my hips, and I put my arms around his neck and kissed him while he pulled the waistband of my skirt down. I stepped out of the skirt as he stood in front of me, looking at my rampant erection and the sticky mess on my knickers and leg in wonder. ‘Two can play at that game’, I said, loosening his trousers and pulling them and his pants down to the knees. OMG – his cock was as pretty as the rest of him, long and thin, and I already knew I’d be sore in the morning! I invited him to sit down, and proceeded to stroke, kiss, lick, suck and generally worship his awesome cock! Eventually, he asked me to accompany him to the bedroom, but I said I needed to use the bathroom first, so he should get naked while he was waiting. I still had my strappy goth boots on, so I took them off and put them next to my folded blouse, skirt and coat – a tranny gurl always needs to know where her stuff is for a quick exit if things go wrong.
Once in the bathroom I went into my Kenneth Cole (namedropping – yes, I know!) bag, which I always take on meets. I hadn’t emptied it, so it had all my essentials in it – makeup, condoms, lube, sex toys, spare knickers and spare stockings. What I needed was to be widened to take that sexy dick, so I lubed my medium butt plug, which slid surprisingly easily into my eager hole. I put the string of the thong on top and pulled the knickers up to keep it in place – the feel of my soaked knickers against my erection made me close to orgasm, but I was hoping to last until Joe started pounding me. I reapplied perfume to my neck, corset, stockings and inside my soaking thong, At the last minute I remembered that Katie wanted a picture of us having sex, so detoured to get my phone before joining the boy in the bedroom.
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