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

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

... her shoulders, and down her curvy back. When I get to her waist, she removes her cock with one hand from her underwear, and I slide my hand up and down her shaft, making it glisten. I cover her ass, then her feat. My vagina is throbbing. It's wondering why I won’t let it come yet.

Alicia now radiates more than ever, her breasts and cock scantily clad in tight leather attire, as she readjusts her dick into her underwear. I stand back and admire her alluring pose. Her long legs are splayed out, her hands rest on her hips, chest pushed out self-assuredly, and her voluptuous ass sticks up, cradled by a skimpy black thong. The desire to have her inside of me right now is overwhelming. My body aches for her touch - the intensity of which is almost painful. I wonder how much longer I can restrain myself.

Despite the struggle, I manage to abide by our plan and position myself in the shadowy closet, with the door partially ajar as we agreed. It offers an excellent vantage point to capture some photos with my phone.

It was quiet here. The closet seemed to dampen the party music, or perhaps the music was turned down. Maybe the night is coming to an end and everyone has finally orgasmed and passed out. After all, it was nearing five in the morning. One can't help but wonder how much intimacy can one person indulge in a single night. Though I can’t quite blame them. If I had a night alone with Alicia, I’m not sure I could ever stop making love to her. I would spend every minute ...

... worshipping her like the goddess she is. Pleasuring her in ways she had never felt before. Sucking her dry, riding her like a well-oiled machine. Now my pussy quivers and I can feel drips of liquid trickling down the inside of my thighs.

I have to stop thinking about these things in public places.

Alicia nods at me from the middle of the room, standing beside the chair. She turns to the bedroom door and looks ready.

“Marko…” Alicia says in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. It makes my heart soar and my legs quiver for her. I don’t know if any human could resist her voice. “I’m ready for you…”

It was unclear whether her voice could surpass the noise produced by the music in the corridor. However, the sudden sound of a door cracking open and the rush of footsteps heading in our direction made it clear - her voice reached its intended destination. It was as if someone was anticipating her call.

The door swung open violently, revealing the familiar figure of the man I had previously noticed from my apartment window. He entered the room draped only in a black silk robe. This was the same man who had ruthlessly hurt my Alicia, the same man who had deprived her of leading a normal life. My fist tightened to the point where my knuckles turned white. And there he was, standing right before me.

And my blood doesn’t stop boiling there. I see a sinister, perverted smile smear on his face as he takes in the sight of her gorgeous body welcoming him into the room. As he ...