My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Part 2 - Sex Stories

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Part 2

... gesture to the vent in the ceiling.

She appears somewhat perplexed as if unable to grasp how I took care of the guard and crawled through the vent. Then she glances to my right. “You knocked out one of his bodyguards! Is he dead?!”

“No, no. He’ll likely just wake up with a major headache.” I finish unbinding her hands and say, “Let’s go.”

But she remains in the chair, almost lifeless. Her long hair now dangles in front of her eyes. Something seems wrong and it worries me. She doesn’t want to come with me, does she?

“You…want to stay?” I say nervously.

“No. I hate it here. More than anything. But they will just find me. The things they have on me…cannot be erased. There’s no point in running.”

“But isn’t it worth a try? Even just for another night?”

She nods. “You’re right. Maybe there is some way to put an end to this.”

I think to myself for a moment. “Where do they have this info on you? Paperwork?”

“In a computer database, I think.”

“Is there any way to erase it? I don’t know much about computers, but could we just smash it?”

“I doubt it. Marko has servers across the country. If we delete one file, it will likely mean nothing. They are backed up everywhere.” She frowns, resting her chin on her limp hands.

“Damn…” I say.

Think! There has to be some way!”

“We could…kill him…” I joke, but I stare at her intensely with wide eyes, almost as if I’m serious.

Her eyes narrow and she looks disgusted at me.

“It’s just a joke!” I say, ...

... waving my hands innocently at her. “Let’s see… do you know what he does for a living?” I ask, the cog’s turning in my head.

“He’s got a lot of power, money and influence. A congressman maybe or a political figure. He doesn’t tell me anything. I only overhear whispers.”

I smile maniacally at her and she looks taken aback. “So you might say, he wouldn’t want his prestigious image ruined?”

She scoffs. “He would be crippled if that happened. But it would be impossible to dig up any dirt on him.”

“Then, we create some ‘dirt’. Do exactly what he’s been doing to you!” A feeling of revenge sweeps through my body.

Finally, she catches on, smiling back at me with those seductive eyes. “You want to…what…blackmail him?”

“I don’t know if that’s the right term…it sounds so evil. I’ll just call it, getting even.”

Her tongue runs seductively around her plump lips. “You sly vixen, you. And here I pegged you as an innocent girl.”

“I have been innocent my entire life, until tonight,” I laugh. “I guess, you bring it out of me.”

She beams at me. “I think it was always inside of you, begging to come out.” She finally stood and looked around the room curiously. “Ok, what now?”

I scan the room and devise a plan in a matter of seconds. Maybe it’s from all the TV I watch or the books I read. “Ok, here’s the plan.”

*

I cover every inch of Alicia’s body with oil; from head to toe (which was probably the most pleasurable experience in my life), starting from her neck to ...