Cunt was awoken at a very early hour; she was sure of that much. She was also sure of how she woke up, namely the arrival of the manager who poured a bucket of water on her, before telling her to fuck off back to whatever whorehouse she came from. Why was she so mad at her? Not only did she give this location’s employees some much needed relief, she also gave this woman some of the best porn she could hope for. Was she one of those hypocrites who loves porn but hates sex workers? Well, this wasn’t the time to try to figure that out because the manager was looking for something to beat her with. Cunt pulled her wet clothes into their correct positions and tried her best to leave the store without slipping on the freshly mopped floors. She mostly got through without issue, but the real issue would be outside the store. Not only was it a particularly hot day, but the ground was unusually hot on her bare feet. Cunt rushed towards the nearest shade, so she could figure out what she would do with her day. Last night was very hot—different kind of hot—but the days are still very boring. It was as she sat that she realized that she was being watched. She looked behind her and saw a particularly creepy man watching her. What did he want? Well, the placement of his hand made that obvious. This was definitely something that she didn’t have to deal with in her pre-transition life, but it was a way of life now. She tried to ignore him, but he made it very difficult. With his hand still in his pants, the creepy man approached her acting casual, asking her for directions to a mumbled location. Before she could say she didn’t know, he reached out and grabbed her right breast.
“Fuck off,” she screamed instinctively, trying to get him off her. He was squeezing and the pain wasn’t exactly pleasurable. Meanwhile, people kept walking past as if nothing was happening. Well, most of them. Just as suddenly as he grabbed her, his hand went limp as a result of the bottle smashing him in the back of the head. As he fell, a beautiful woman became visible behind him. She looked professional: that was Cunt’s first thought. She was gorgeous and had a kind face, but she looked professional first and foremost in her formal clothing, a full suit which simply served to accentuate her curves, all topped with a short black pixie haircut and a pair of black hipster-style glasses.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” With that line alone, Cunt was pudding in her hands.
“Yeah, thanks for the help,” she responded, wondering in her head if she sounded sarcastic. “It’s been an odd couple of days.”
“Oh, I can tell,” the woman replied. “Listen, I’m heading to work, but I’ll be back in a couple hours. If you come with me and wait at the office, I can help you out after.”
Cunt immediately accepted this offer. She was tired of sleeping outdoors and was also really hoping to get into this woman’s pants. Was that inappropriate? Would it even be the right thing to do, trying to fuck someone who just took you off the street? Cunt decided that she would be appropriate with this woman and maybe just masturbate in her bathroom. She followed the woman to her place of work, doing her best to be appropriate while sitting in the lobby. The lobby workers kept eyeing her, but they also didn’t seem particularly put off by this filthy woman wearing barely anything. It seems like this woman might be a charitable one. After the workday ended, the professional woman walked towards Cunt, beckoning her with her finger. Cunt was suffering! She was so fucking hot and yet she couldn’t make a move. She realized that she had been walking three steps behind the woman the whole time. Without even realizing it, this woman was radiating a strong dominant aura and Cunt couldn’t just jump her bones.
The two women arrived at the professional woman’s home. She unlocked the door and led Cunt upstairs into her beautiful three-bedroom home. However, she seemed to be the only one here, one of the bedrooms an office and the other locked.
“The bathroom is that way,” the woman offered, “if you want a bath or anything.”
Cunt walked into the bathroom, took off her clothes and stepped into the tub. She turned on the tap and lay down as the gigantic tub filled up. Frankly, Cunt was less interested in being clean than she was in relaxing right now. As she began to doze off, she realized she was no longer alone. She looked up to see the professional woman, no longer in her suit. She was now wearing a silk bustiere that ran from her chest down to just below her ass, the silk making it easy to see a thong beneath it. The professional woman clearly knew exactly what she was doing, but it was also apparent that she was less than comfortable with the situation, seemingly concerned that she misread the situation.
“Oh, pardon me, I was just getting into my evening wear and…” she said unconvincingly. In an attempt to put her at ease and show her own willingness, Cunt nonchalantly asked if she wouldn’t mind giving her a scrub. The woman was more than happy to do so, grabbing a loofah and rubbing and touching her all over under the pretext of cleanliness. When she was done, Cunt stood up and the woman handed her a towel and led her into her bedroom. The woman lay Cunt down on her bed and kissed her deeply, her increasingly heavy breathing becoming more and more obvious. Cunt kissed her back, while her hand began to go lower, but the woman stopped her each time, pulling her hands up and pinning them down. It became obvious that, while she wasn’t great with the casual thing, she was fantastic with the domination thing. The woman’s hand travelled down Cunt’s body, fondling her breasts, tugging on her nipples, before landing on her constantly wet cunt. This excited her quite a bit, as she moved down Cunt’s body and began licking her cunt, her tongue moving up and down from the clit down, while her hand went in and out of her. This woman definitely knew what she was doing, as Cunt came again and again; obviously, it took someone with a vagina to know how to treat a vagina. As she felt the tightness around her finger and her bodily convulsions calm down, the woman realized that Cunt had orgasmed, so she began to stand up. Cunt was surprised by herself, but she couldn’t let her get up.
“Please, please, you’ve already helped me so much, please let me lick your pussy and make you come, even if only once,” she begged.
“Good girl,” the woman responded, standing in front of Cunt and pointing where she likes it. Cunt began to put her magic tongue to work and made the woman’s legs weak, making her cum like she had never cum before.
“Fuck me, you’re good,” she said, before coyly bringing up a suggestion. “My girlfriends are coming over tomorrow and, well, I didn’t bring you home without ulterior motives. We were gonna have a bondage scene and I promised I would provide a sexy girl. If you agree to be our toy tomorrow, I can give you a new set of clothes, a pair of shoes and a bit of money to hold you over until you get back on your feet. Would you be willing to be our toy?”
Without saying anything, Cunt simply stood up and gave the woman a small peck on the lips, followed by a nod that said everything it needed to.
“Do I need to get ready now?” Cunt asked.
“No, we’ll do that in the morning. Let’s just have some dinner so I can look at you a little while longer,” she replied. Cunt remained unclothed for the rest of the day, as they ate, as they cuddled in front of the television and as they went to bed. The woman ordered Cunt to lay down on her bed where she pulled a blanket over her. She then climbed under the blanket in her own sleepwear and spooned her tightly, as if this was a feeling that she had been starved of for a while. Cunt fell asleep being held close, hearing breathing on the back of her head, the most comfort she had felt in some time.
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