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

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

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“I won’t! I swear,” I say.

“Just don’t cause any trouble. Come in.” He holds the door for me and I walk in. I can’t shake the feeling like I’m entering a place I should not be. Inside, a beautiful fountain greets me; its water trickling in my ear that would make anyone feel a sense of tranquility. The marble tile is so polished, I can see my black thong in the reflection of the floor. I really do look a bit slutty tonight. My pussy is still throbbing for her. Ever since she kissed me, the swelling in my labia has not diminished. I fear it will never relax until she thrusts her stunning dick deep inside me.

The security officers all stare me down as if I was a wanted criminal as we stride past their surveillance desk.

“Thank you again,” I whisper, veering off toward the door that’s labeled ‘stairs.’ With whatever strength I have left, I begin my ascension upward.

Feeling the burn in my legs, I cross the threshold of the twentieth floor. As I reach the twenty-first step, an intriguing sight greets me - a door, marked 'fire escape' hangs just above it. I force myself through the doorway, immediately spotting a rusty and narrow ladder leading to higher floors. The ladder's treacherous spiral around the building promises a daunting and unstable climb. Nevertheless, a smile of gratification tugs at my lips and my fist tightens. A realization hits me that I haven't really achieved anything noteworthy. After all, this was merely the simplest part.

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... upward journey begins, the ladder trembling beneath my feet with each ascending step. From the twenty-first floor, the people below are reduced to mere specks. My hands, as they slide along the railings, pick up the cold and dusty texture. I’m out of breath by the time I get to floor forty, the highest floor – the penthouse suites. However, the staircase only leads me to a door without a knob. Absolutely no entry. It's simply an exit door. Considering that it's a fire escape, I should've expected that.

Up here, the temperature has drastically dropped. The wind slices my exposed skin like sharp blades. My nipples are fully hard, protruding through my fitted shirt. Memories of Alicia fondling them send a shiver down to my lower body. This feeling only drives me further - making me stronger. The thought of potentially never seeing her again is unbearable. I have to keep going.

I look up at the roof, which is another twenty feet above. Opening my duffle bag, I rummage around for the grappling hook and harness. Upon finding them, I grip them tightly, realizing how stupid I look.

Do I think I’m in a movie or something? What is wrong with me? Are you really going to scale a forty-story building?

In an instant, I imagine my extended tongue caressing Alicia's sweaty body, tracing the curve of her navel, navigating the expanse of her voluptuous breasts, brushing over her enticing lips, and then all ideas of me feeling stupid, suddenly fade away.

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