It seems there is a small and well-supported group of Trans folk in this subreddit. I love it, and all your warm comments and love for the trans folk here have inspired me to share a lot of my journey and stories. My first story to share with you lovely perverts is the first time I was completely and utterly man-handled and treated purely as a girl. I still get hot thinking about it.
But first, I’ll introduce myself- Hi guys! I’m Jenni, 23 mtf girl living on the coast. I was always the smallest kid in my class growing up, not breaking 5’ until I was 16+ and even then I peaked at a whopping 5’1. I started transitioning around 16 with the full support of my lovely family. I honestly believe that their support helped me really make quality decisions about my body rather than hiding it- but that’s totally not a sexy conversation. Anyways, by the time I hit Senior year I was living a full-fledged bisexual female. I then left to go to college near the beach and left my old life behind. At this point more people never know I wasn’t born a woman.
As far as looks, I’m a fitness junkie (#fitgirls). Like I said I’m 5’1, somewhere around 110lbs, tanned skin from being outside all the damn time, little tiny barely there A cups (never wanted implants), tiny waist and thanks to the latina in me, a tiny waist and big booty that looks epic in a pair of denim cut off’s. However, the thing I love most about myself is my long wavy blond hair down to the middle of my shoulder blade (beach hair don’t care!) Oh, and I totally keep a super fresh Mani-Pedi at all times lol.
Just as an FYI- like most stories some of the details are fuzzy so I’m just going to write like its a story.
So this took place Junior year of college. I was working at an Ulta cosmetics and it was late spring and everyone was excited for the end of the semester. It’s a great time because the weather is bright, the students are horny and the tourist hasn’t shown up yet. The night before I had matched with this guy on Tinder that I swear could have been a Hemsworth. He was a fucking stunner. Total Babe. Medium length blond surfer boy hair, broad shoulders, way tall (I don’t discriminate FYI! Short guys rock too), and fit to fuck… I mean fit AS fuck. I was ecstatic, but unfortunately almost as soon as we matched I passed out for the night. When I woke up I was heartbroken I had missed his intro text and we hadn’t had a chance to talk. I text him back on the way into work expecting to never hear from him- but lo and behold, fate had other plans.
So I should say up until this point, my dating life had been hit or miss. I messed around with a few guys and girls in HS but none of them wanted to be in a committed relationship with me because they didn’t want the rep I guess. My first couple of years of college though I decided I wanted to just experiment and take some time off. I dated a bit, but once my partners found out, they would treat me as a trans person, rather than just their partner. James was different.
The moment I got set up at my station I glanced down. The store was dead and my manager was out and there’s James… sending me a cute like “Hey Girl” Ryan Gosling meme. I squeed. My profile didn’t say anything about me being trans though so I kept my excitement in check. We flirted a bit back and forth but quickly he fished out the naughty side of me. By lunchtime he had sent me pictures of his glorious body and told me how he had always fantasized about being really rough with a very tiny girl, throwing them around and just taking them as his own. He mentioned something about wanting to fuck me like James Deen would (hence why Im calling him James) and instantly I was smitten. Id always dreamed of a guy doing that, but the couple guys I had been with up until that point had been too timid. Instantly I messaged him back “Lunch??? Cum and get me”. He was there picking me up within 15 minutes and we dipped out for what I thought would be my 30-minute break.
Once we met, I was in lust. I hopped into his Jeep and we didn’t talk much on the ride to the restaurant because of the wind. That said we just kept staring at one another. When we got there we walk into the little restaurant. I made sure to wiggle my butt a little extra when going inside as I was wearing a perfect set of black Alo Leggings, a cut black flowy top, and my Black sequin chucks and a leather collar with a ring in it. When we took a seat I drunk James in slowly, his chiseled body under his thin t-shirt and jeans. We started chatting about dating and school, turned out he was 29 and working in Tech sales… and then it slipped. He asked me if I was dating and I said “No sir”… his eyes lit on fire. I’ll never forget the intimidating look he gave me and he smiles broadly… but before he said anything I panicked and blurted out in a hushed tone “I need to fuck you”. I wanted to die. Seriously, what the fuck Jenni?
He sat back and laughed, but I was nerve-wracked. Finally, he broke the tension and said: “Yeah, the feeling is mutual.” I melted, my pussy drenched from the embarrassment and he shrugged “I’m not that hungry and my house is right around the corner. Wanna go over there instead?”
I looked up and meekly smiled, still nervous and nodded. As he got up though I reach up and touch his hand “Hey… wait. One more thing. I’m trans” I instantly held my breath waiting for his rejection.
“Sweet,” he said simply with a cute shrug and turned to leave. “Come on, let’s go,” he said walking out the door. When we got to the parking lot he opened my door for me and began telling me how he had been with a guy when he was younger and always was turned out by the idea of being with a trans girl. I giggled and the nerves settled again. Within 10 minutes we were at his little apartment and he leads me up to the door. The instant I walked into his apartment he pounced. I was scooped up, both of his hands on my ass lifting me by it and I let out a little eek. His mouth crashed into the min and he kissed me with wild wet ambition. I felt his cock pulsing to life under his jeans. I set me on the counter where we made out furiously. My lipstick was smeared on his lips and my hair was going wild from his hands combing through it. I felt my hips gyrating and my ankles locked behind his back. Finally, he broke the kiss and put a finger into the ring in my collar.
“So, is this just for looks, or do you belong to someone?” I blushed and bit my lip.
“Fashion only,” I said embarrassed at being a poser. I mean, I had always been on the wild submissive side, but I have never been dominated.
“Good.” he retorted.
My heart was pounding in my ears and I felt like I was going to explode. He tore my blouse up and over my head exposing my bare chest. He leaned in and sucked my nipple into his mouth biting his teeth onto one of my nipple rings and pulled gently as he looked back. I gasped “Please… please, more sir” I whimpered as he effortlessly controlled me. His hands slide down my arms and gripped my wrists as he bites the other nipple. I whined gently and rolled my head back. I heard him let out a guttural growl as he looked up at me and grinned.
“Yum, someone likes it rough huh?” He asked and I nobbed desperately as he stood up towering over me.
“Yessir… please, yes” I panted. “Slap me, spit on me, choke me, make me yours Sir” I slurred out as I looked up feeling pathetic in the most amazing way. I fluttered my eyes and felt my cock pushing against my panties… submission felt so exciting and natural. He turned and went into his bedroom stripping off his clothing, leaving me on the counter. When he came back he was wearing a pair of perfectly fitting boxer briefs and holding a rope. He told me a safe word before kissing me gently then asked if I was ready. I snarled a little kitten growl back and nodded. He laughed and then POP! My world shook as I felt his firm hand slap me on the cheek. I gasp and looked up POP! Again.
My clit pulsed to hard at this impact as I felt it oozing. James grabbed me by the throat, yanking me from the counter and wrapping me up in his arm where my back was pressed into his chest. He choked me and I felt his hot breath on my ear as he easily overpowered me. My feet dangled and I felt him sink his teeth into my neck. I cried out in lust, but no sound came out. He released and I fell to the floor gasping and panting on all fours.
SMACK! I squealed as his hand hit my ass, ringing out, the thin yoga pants the only thing cushioning the blow. He reached down and grabbed my hair dragging me as I crawled into his living room where he threw me to the floor. I looked up in desire and he pressed his foot into my chest. All I could say was “thank you, Sir.” He said nothing, just flipping me over with his foot. I grabbed his ankle and desperately wanting to taste him I licked his foot like a pathetic slut. His toes entered my mouth and he jerked my hips into the air so I was face down ass up. I desperately licked and sucked as his big toes as I felt him pulling my pants down and off and over my low tops. Then he roughly grabbed my arms, yanking them behind me. He began to knot and tie one of those amazing chest harnesses you see on Kink or shibari porn. It took longer than I wanted but I giggled the whole time. I asked him if he was a boy scout and teased. He played along but within about 5 minutes my upper body was immobilized. This is when things get really blurry.
Next thing I know I was on my knees and I look up to see this massive circumcised and shaved cock laying on my face. I tried my best to take him, but he teased me until finally, he forced his cock into my throat. I had deep throated before, but this was my first proper face fuck. It took a few tries, but he quickly slides in all the way into my throat. My eyes were bloodshot and tears were flowing. I gagged and could feel the spit, snot, and slime covering my chin. This is something completely mythical about being facefucked with your arms bound. I wanted to cum so bad, and I know my cock must have been oozing onto his floor. I also remember seeing my face eyelash hanging by my eyelid as I zoned in and out of subspace. I gagged and wretched but loved every moment. I felt him slap, choke and even spit in my mouth which I think I hungrily ate. I loved every second of it.
At some point, James yanked me to my feet, scooped me up and threw me onto his couch. He grabbed my ankles and next thing I know my chucks are by my ears as I feel his cock lining up with my ass. I remember this moment feeling like an eternity. I had fucked some good cocks before but nothing like his. He plunged into me slowly. I felt his head enter into my ass, but pause. He never touched my cock as he entered but his eyes pierced me. He glared into my soul as I nodded yes trying to beg, but my voice was raspy from the face fucking. Then he pushed in most, sliding into me. Do you know that feeling? The second opening in your ass… yeah, I was in heaven. I have no idea how long he fucked me. I had never had a hands free orgasm before but apparently, I can have multiples. Sometimes I squirted cum, sometimes I didn’t, but the entire time I leaked clear cum onto my hard abs.
Finally, after I was covered in sweat, spit, cum, snot, and everything else he pulled out and yanked me to my knees. I looked up knowingly and opened my mouth. He dumped his entire load into my mouth. I gagged, just from exhaustion, but kept it in my mouth. I laughed and I remember a big bubble of his cum forming on my mouth. I swallowed it like a good slut. From there, I collapsed and he untied me. I passed out and woke up 15 minutes later to his shower running and him getting out… “FUCK WORK!” I screamed as I grabbed my phone.
My coworker had texted me “I saw that guy you went to lunch with, bitch. I’m covering for you, but I better get some pics…” I laughed and snapped a self of my destroyed face before stealing one of James. Needless to say, she was jealous.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/buz849/the_first_time_i_was_manhandled
Great story