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


    Date: 7/29/2024, Categories: Trans, Author: CassieX 

    ... “I’m much taller than you. Stand on my shoulders, then pull me up.”

“GUARDS!” Markos shrieks once more, and I cringe. They must have heard him this time.

“Fine!” I say and I crawl up her oily back, my hands slipping on her beautiful skin. What a strange time to get turned on.

I somehow get atop her shoulders and pull my slim body up inside the vent. I turn around and look down at her, waving her into my grasp.

“Alicia…” Markos says rather quietly. “Don’t do this. We’ve known each other for so long. For it to end like this…”

A fury of pounding and banging rumbled from the door. They were here. The wooden door was visibly shaking.

“At the time, my feelings for you were confusing. My head wasn’t in the right place. You persuaded me. Used me. But now, my mind is as clear as ever. I know what I want. And it’s not you. It will never be you.”

“Sir! Are you in there!?” worried voices from beyond the door cry out.

“Yes! Get the Hell in here, you useless fools! Break down the goddamn door!”

“Alicia, come on!” I shout, my ...
    ... hands dangling out of the vent like a life-preserver buoy. “Grab my hands.”

She smiles at me and leaps toward me. I catch her hands in the air and begin pulling her up.

CRASH. The door comes off its hinges as four burly men invade the room. Despite their entry, they seem rather drowsy, almost in a stupor. It's possible they've had their fill of carnal pleasures for the night.

“Pull! Pull!” she yells, her feet dangling frantically in the air.

The largest guard takes the lead, rushing ahead to seize one of her legs from over his head. He's jerking her in different directions. However, a quick blow from Alicia's unheld leg to his nose sends him crying to the ground. “My nose! She broke my nose!” he yells, clutching his nose tightly as blood runs down his mouth.

Badass!

Grabbing her perky butt, I pull her the rest of the way up. We both sit for a second, catching our breaths.

“No time to waste, follow me!” I say, panting.

“Follow that God Damn vent!” Markos shouts in a blood-curdling scream.

“Get that shitting phone!”
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