A very special lady part 2 - Sex Stories

A very special lady part 2

... as we came, then she urged me on, and we used our fingers to scoop up the thick, juicy spray that we had splattered over each other. Her face glowed with pleasure, and she gave me a smile that made my heart melt. "Oh yes, so good, just what I needed" Chantel whispered, "Dennis, as you can probably figure out, being transgendered makes a healthy sex life very difficult, it's bad enough with the offhand comments people make, let alone meeting someone I'd really like to get to know better, and even hinting that I was somehow different shutting it down quickly. Yeah, sure, I can masturbate, but damn, I need the real thing, fantasy is fine to a point. Now I'm into an overdrive state, I'll be more than eager when we get home again. I want to make up for lost time! Think you'd like to help me make up that lost time?" she cooed, a teasing note in her voice. "Oh yeah baby, you are the sexiest lady I've ever had the pleasure of dating. When you want it, I'll be ready for it!" Her eyes glowed as she smiled at me. As I got dressed, she showed me her special panties, pulling them on, she carefully fit her cock and balls into the front pouch, which had a velcro at the top of the pouch, which attached to a small strip of velcro at the top of her panties. "Made special for me by a very understanding group of people, like me, so we can keep our secret," she said, with a sly smile. "Big enough for my cock to grow hard, and with the velcro fastener, keeping it securely against my body. Now, ...

... you go and wait in the living room, help yourself to a drink, could you make me a martini? I'll be there in two shakes of a lamb's tail." I retreated to the living room, smiling all the way. I got the gin and vermouth, and whipped up two dry martinis. Popping an olive in each, standing by the bar, I could hear the soft tread of her coming downstairs. I turned to look, and oh my god, what a vision. She was wearing a fire engine red dress, that was fastened at her right shoulder, covering it, then the dress slanted obliquely across her body, dipping below her left shoulder, leaving it bare. It fit snugly around her, she was going braless, and I could see her orange sized breasts pressed against her top, the stiff, perky nipples making their presence known, the dress hugged her waist, then the skirt billowed out, floating around her just above knee level. She was also wearing jet black stockings, and I could feel myself getting revved up again. She grinned at me, gave me a fashion model turn. "You like, sweetheart?" she purred. "Yeah, I like very much" I growled, huskily. Crossing the distance, I grabbed her, and our lips were quickly locked together, lips pressed urgently, tongues dueling madly in passion filled swirls. Her hand reached down, as I slipped my hands under her skirt, and as her fingers stroked and carressed my bulge, my hand found her pouch, and I stroked at the outline of her hard, straining cock, nestled securely in her pantie pouch. We broke the kiss, and Chantel ...