My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Sex Stories

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience

... finger cutely. Then her eyes seem to be scanning the environment for something. “We play you in a game of pool. Two versus two. If we win, you leave us alone… forever. If you win, well, we’re yours.”

I swallow hard and shoot her daggers. What was she thinking? But the returning wink she sends me surprisingly eases my mind. It’s as though she has this powerful aura around her. It makes me feel safe, but also a little turned on. I can’t imagine ever being that confident.

They all laugh and grunt excitedly, making offensive glances toward us.

Disgusting.

“Heh, wouldn’t mind a little game before the show,” Mac chuckles shrewdly to his buddies and they laugh back, fist-bumping like a bunch of losers.

A heart-sinking thought occurs to me. I suck at pool.

The angelic girl makes her way toward the stack of pool cues, and as she brushes by me, I sneak in a whisper. “I’m terrible at pool.”

She carries on walking past me confidently, her stride filled with self-assurance. She lets her fingertips caress several cues before deciding on the one in the middle. She takes hold of the cue, gently touching it from bottom to top, before applying chalk to its tip with care. As she is doing all this, she boldly throws me another wink, this time tinged with arrogance.

She’s either really good or just crazy.

“Well?” she says, staring at the men expectantly. “Line them up.”

They look at her dumbfounded but abide by her order nonetheless, and they shuffle their ...

... potbellied bodies, gathering the balls as quickly as they can, placing them in the triangle.

“Good.”

They are almost mesmerized by her demands, surprised that she has the nerve to boss gruff-looking men like them around. They almost seem confused as to why they are listening to her, yet they still follow her instructions without a sound. And I can’t help but just stare in amazement. I admire her. I wonder how it feels to be…commanded by her. Dominated by her. My thoughts begin to manifest certain sensual scenarios, forcing me to give my head a shake. My heart flutters and goosebumps rise on the back of my neck.

“Wait…” Mac says rather hotly. “We break. Not you.”

“Fine by us,” she says and looks over to me as if I have some idea what she’s planning. “Right?”

I put on the bravest face possible, lower my shoulders and stick out my perky breasts, hoping it makes them appear larger. “Yeah,” I scoff. “Sure, whatever.” I fret I didn’t sound confident enough, but the look on the girl’s face says otherwise. She cocks her head with a smile, as though saying ‘I’m impressed.’

But her smile does other things to me than just give me a bit of confidence. It gives me vigor, warmth and stirs up all these confusing romantic feelings. I just didn’t know a girl could do this to me.

Asmackingsound cracks from the table. The white ball ricochets around as numerous coloured balls roll aimlessly along the ripped felt table. This table sure has seen better days. There are cigarette burns ...