They’d been dating for over a month now. It had only been four meetings, but he already felt that feeling that arises when you know something is right, and your whole body tells you to pursue, despite your other convictions. They were meeting now, in 15 minutes, and he was nervous as he knew this night would end with sex. He wanted her, but the feeling was there that this wouldn’t be like all the other ones. She had a different demeanor, different style. Different scent.
They had wine as her lips glimmered at him, and he leaned over to kiss her. It was wet and it was arousing. They were full and scarlet, and full of lipstick. Within a moment, they were outside kissing, feeling up each other. They were tipsy, but she kept pushing his hand away from her skirt.
After the cab ride they were in his bed, and they were both amazingly horny. But she wouldn’t let him go down.
– What’s the matter?
– I haven’t been honest with you. Haven’t been honest with you at all, she laughed.
He leaned down to her panties as it begun to rise, swell, throb. His heart beat, because he knew.
He knew he was expected to stop, but a sexual extacy came over him that he couldn’t hold back. He went in, mouth open, gobbling, breathing, tasting.
He pulled it out, and it was thick, pale, delicious, yummy. He nibbled on the tip. She was close. Having a cock means you can’t hold forever. He tried to choke, as he had seen in movies. Moved up, sucked on the cockhead. It began moving and pulsating. She was close. They locked eyes as the most deepfelt cumshot erupted in his mouth, and the soft skin of her cock poked around his mouth. The cock slowly came to a halt as the last drops of cum drizzled over his tongue. He swallowed, looked to her beautiful eyes. He was in love.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/54tr7f/just_daydreaming_t
“I hope this doesn’t… Awaken… Anything in me”
Thanks for writing this, it’s sometimes hard to find trans erotica that doesn’t use the woman as a fetish <3