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

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

... She pulls her dick from her leather cradle and dangles it in front of his mouth. His tongue extends outward, resembling a red carpet unfurled for a king, desperate to taste it. However, he isn't able to move any closer. His neck elongates but falls short of reaching. And she refrains from granting him the additional inch he covets.

I snap more pictures.

This is the climax

“Come on,” he says desperately. “Give it to me.”

She wags her finger in front of his face like a dog who has just torn a brand-new leather couch. Then pulls her large cock away from his foul breath.

“You think that’s enough?” she asks and I assume she’s now talking to me.

“Should be,” I say, leaving the comfort of the darkened closet.

Utterly startled, Markos jumps in his seat, but due to the binds, couldn’t actually go anywhere. “Who the hell are you?! What the hell is this?” His head darts from Alicia to myself and back to Alicia.

“Oh, she’s a friend of mine.” Alicia winks at him, batting her long, seductive eyelashes.

As his perverted mind is still in the gutter, he beams. “Alright, one more girl won’t hurt, will it? Give me a show. Start sucking on her.”

I look to Alicia’s gorgeous naked body and I can’t help myself. It’s like I’m on a drug when I look at her. My fingers slide along her soft dick, and it immediately begins to grow.

“Oh yeah,” he says. “Rub it!”

I really shouldn’t but my hand acts on its own. Gripping her erect penis from the base, I glide my hand up to ...

... the tip and she moans. I repeat the motion, getting into a fast rhythm. Our skin smacks together forming stimulating, juicy noises.

“Now suck it! I demand it!”

I let go of her perfect cock, but not without catching a drip of pre-come leaking out of her tip with my fingers. “I think I’ll do that in my own time,” I say and Alicia doesn’t giggle, she just blushes. “Think he’s had enough?”

Alicia nods firmly and now shoots him a scary look. “I’m done being your ‘slave’.

His confused head rocks back and forth between Alicia and I, as though trying to understand a joke he doesn’t quite get.

“Baby, you’re never done being my slave. Now get to work,” he gestures to his sagging manhood which looks sadder with each passing second.

“With these pictures I’ve taken,” I say, holding my phone in front of his eyes, flipping through the criminally beautiful pictures. “You will never bother Alicia again.”

His jaw clenches and a few quiet moments pass by while we wait for a response. “What is this a joke?!” He begins laughing manically at us and now it’s as though we don’t get the joke. “Or are you guys actually serious?”

We both stare at him tapping our toes impatiently.

"Is this some kind of joke?" His laughter escalates into a maniacal outburst, making it seem as though the humor is lost on us. "Or are you being serious?"

We both look at him, tapping our feet in restless anticipation. He’s…quite scary. It looks like a vein is about to burst in his temple. Maybe ...