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My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Part 2
Date: 7/29/2024, Categories: Trans, Author: CassieX
... illuminates in the corner penthouse. The once-darkened room is now easily visible. Three easily identified broad men clad in suits enter, propelling a tall girl ahead of them. “That’s her!” I shout aloud and my own voice somehow startles me. My hands press on the window once again and my nose smudges up against the glass like a chunky kid drooling behind a chocolate store window. In a careless manner, they fling her onto the couch, an act that triggers my fury. I clench my teeth as they gesture towards her as if she were a fugitive, articulating something to a man whose back is turned towards me, seated comfortably on a luxurious armchair. Judging by his lavish robe and the drink he holds, I deduce that he is the one manipulating her. Enslaving her. With that beautiful cocky smirk of hers, she says something to him, which causes the three men to look quite agitated. The man in the armchair gets up and slowly walks over to Alicia, gently brushing his hand along an assortment of extravagant artifacts placed around his home. This man…who is he? He looks rich. Well of course he is, if he owns a penthouse in New York City. He seems to be talking, using his hands hypnotically to emphasize his words. At last, he moves himself to Alicia's side, who doesn't acknowledge him. However, abruptly, he takes a quick step towards her, lowers his hand down her shirt to touch her breast, and initiates a forceful kiss on her lips. The sight unsettles my stomach and constricts ...
... my chest. Anger surges within me and I harshly hit my fist against the window. “Let go of her, you sicko!” I yell. But that pain is lifted when I see her immediately pull away and use the back of her hand to wipe the kiss from her lips. I just love how feisty she is. The man lifts his arm, intending to strike her. Yet Alicia remains unphased, merely gazing at him as if inviting the impending assault. Annoyed, he drops his hand and retreats into a different room. Subsequently, the blinds are drawn shut by the men in black suits. I bite my lip in anguish and take a deep breath. But my adrenaline isn’t allowing my body to relax. I need to do something. Should I call the police? My phone beeps and startles me. It’s a reminder of my meeting tomorrow. A news flash suddenly leaps into my head, informing me that the real world still exists. My presentation for tomorrow can’t be postponed, despite any urgent mission I believe I'm part of. Preparation is essential, and I need to streamline my thoughts. I was supposed to pick up supplies at my office for tomorrow, but I was… distracted, to say the least. Wait. My eyes shoot open. I may have just developed one of the most dangerous, unintelligent plans of my life. Maybe I could use those tools? I shake my head laughing maniacally at myself. This isn’t a movie. But…it might just work. I can’t think clearly. My pussy is throbbing, I need to come so I can focus. No. I won’t allow it. Not until I’m with her. I ...