The girl next door (2 of 5)


I was returning from my evening jog and I was wearing an extremely pretty and delicate pale lavender tracksuit, which was nice and loose to hide my waxed body and girly underwear. By the time I got to my apartment block, my hair, which had been neatly pulled back for the run when I would be in full view of the public, was starting to come loose and there was a slight amount of perspiration on my face. (But I have to say that I looked very sexy with a little glow from the exertion of the exercise even if it wasn't the kind I really wanted just then. The kind of exercise I was in desperate need of that night was the kind you do on all fours or on my back with my legs in the air and the panting comes from pleasure not exercise.) Left loose my hair makes me look quite girly. In fact, I go to a local beauty salon with the latest edition of Vogue and have Jackie cut and style my hair to the latest fashion. Having beautiful hair is one of my fetishes as I think it makes or breaks a woman's sex appeal. But when I am in public, it is pulled back into a ponytail... very unisex.

As I approached the building I noticed there wasn't anyone in the foyer or the elevator. So I let my hair loose and slipped out of my track pants to cool off. I thought it would be OK even though I was wearing just these itsybitsy girly gym shorts with a very tiny, skin tight, pink lace thong beneath to hold my girlcock down between my legs. I think there was another reason I partially undressed however. Subconsciously, I guess I was feeling extremely horny and I think I knew that the moment I got in my door, I was heading to my bedroom and my beloved vibrator. I needed to cum..... really bad! I had been thinking about sex and cocks and cum all day and when I was jogging I kept seeing more and more men in their tight shorts with sweat streaming off their bare chests and I was desperate by the time I finished.

I got out of the lift and quickly walked to my door. As I was turning the door handle, I heard someone say, "Excuse me missy."

I froze. It was Mark. Oh God...... would I be able to behave myself? I desperately fancied him. I had been fantasizing about his hard body and the size and girth of his prick for months. But I didn't want him to see me like this, to discover my secret.... to be humiliated and mocked publicly. I mean, here I was. Hair all loose, half my butt sticking out of those white shorts, legs waxed. With a hint of lip gloss left on my lips. Two holes in each ear for my earrings. It wouldn't take long for him to figure me out now. I turned around embarrassed and blushing.

"Oh, hi Mark", I said weakly as I fumbled with my key.

There was a few seconds pause. I thought I'd hear something like, "Why are you dressed like that? You look so girlish. Are you queer?" or maybe even a snicker. But there was nothing. All he did was smile.

"Been jogging? That's healthy and good for the figure. Maybe I'll join you some weekend if that is OK with you."

I almost fainted. He was either too dumb to guess or he was being polite and if it was the latter then I was thanking him silently. What a darling sweet boy. I wanted to sink to my knees right there and show him my appreciation. He always looked the polite sort. Anyway, he went on his way and I went directly to my bedroom and stripped down to my matching pink bra and thong and reverently took out my favorite vibrator, got on my bed, lifted my legs, dipped my fingers into my lube jar, pulled the thin strip of lace aside and lubed my ass really well. MMMMMmmmmm, Ungh, It feels soooooooooooo goooooooooooooood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh God I needed and craved Mark's big thick cock going up me instead of this stupid plastic prick. I wanted to feel the throbbing heat and powerful thrusts of a horny, sexy stud-muffin male whose only thought was to fuck the shit out of his little tgirl whore and pump his thick, hot, sticky love juice into my waiting asspussy. I wanted to walk around my apartment in a negligee and high heel slippers and feel and smell the cum leaking out of my well used hole as it dripped down my legs and I longed to feel the inner peace of knowing that I could reduce a strong, powerful man into a rutting, mindless cock whose ONLY thought was to cum inside of me. Now that's the kind of power I wanted to hold over a man and that's the kind of debased, abusive, humiliating treatment I craved at the hands of a lover.

I didn't bump into him again until the following weekend in the basement when I was heading back down to pick up my laundry. I had been doing my nails.

"How's the jogging coming along, cutie-pie?"

I thought he was being sarcastic but then he quickly added, "I just wanted to tell you how nice you looked the other night with your hair left loose. Why do you tie it up? It makes you look so severe that way. You should leave it down all the time. And I have to say your exercise sure is working. I think you have a great figure. Very cute in fact. Running's good for everything, isn't it? Excellent for the skin and the heart and the legs and.... of course, the butt. It keeps you looking very nice."

Was he trying to tell me something, I wondered? But he had said it all so matter of factly and he was off so quickly, I thought it was just a compliment or something. But then a slight change occurred and we seemed to run into each other a little more often, almost as if he were timing his comings and goings to coincide with mine. The next time we met there were some more compliments. This time about the color of my hair which I had just had highlighted with some henna and a light blond streaking. Also he would usually say something very nice about the clothes I wore. And I even let myself begin to flirt with him. I'd smile and giggle or pretend I was mad at something or I'd ask him if I could do his laundry or come over and cook for him.

Once he even patted my butt as we got out of the lift. It was starting to feel like the beginning of something that up till now I only fantasized about: a love affair. To see if I couldn't help this thing move along a bit faster, I tried being a little more flirty. I'd slip out of my tracksuit on our floor with just a tiny pair of hotpants and ankle socks and a white exercise blouse on hoping he'd be there to see me or hoping I could "accidentally" bump into him with my big soft behind.

Once the old guy in the other apartment caught me like that. He had a puzzled look on his face. He'd never seen me like this but he seemed to like what he saw. I would stand in the hallway wondering if I should go to Mark's door to ask for something dressed like this. Then it happened. Another chance meeting. I was turning open the door and I felt someone behind me pinch my butt.

"Cute shorts and nice blouse" he said.

This was it. I was so thrilled. I had unbuttoned my blouse till the top of my lace bra showed and when I turned around to greet him I knew he was looking at it. And I was thrilled that he got a glazed look on his face. You know the way men get when they start thinking about sex and fucking? Yes, that look. It was so cute on my little Marky.

I thought I'd get emotional and all I wanted to do was fall into his arms and have him kiss me. But instead I just put on a coy smile. His hand was still on my waist and he was looking down at my bra and my smooth sexy legs.

"Oh, I've never invited you in for a drink. Do come in and join me. Please?" I asked.

He clearly didn't need a second invitation. He liked my apartment.

"Pretty" he said.

We stood there facing each other, his hands on my hips. I held on to his arm. Then he pulled me close and kissed me. Our lips met first then slowly he slipped his tongue in. I let my hand run through his hair. He slipped his fingers in under my shorts and squeezed my butt. We pulled apart a bit. I suggested we should freshen up and meet later. He thought for a while and said he preferred waiting there in my living room. So I rushed into the shower, feeling all giddy with excitement and my girlcock starting to get hard from sexual tension. I douched my behind to make sure that I was absolutely fresh. Then rushed to my room to put on my face, lube my ass and get dressed up for him. I wanted to impress him and make him fall under my sexual spell.

I took out my prettiest yellow lace thong and matching bra. I added some C cup breastforms, which I needed until I could save up for my implants. I wore a sexy soft cream colored crop-top and another pair of very girly black velour shorts with a wide patent leather belt and silver buttons down the front. I did my hair, letting it fall around my face, put on some nice floral perfume, a hint of pale pink lipstick, some eyeliner, lots of mascara, a pair of pearl drop earrings, a single strand pearl bracelet and anklet socks before slipping into a pair of black patent leather, open-toed 4" stilettos. I wanted to go all the way and make him lust after me and take me and give me his seed just the way I needed it: hot and hard and fast and rough. When I walked out of the bedroom to meet him he had removed his tie and coat and had made himself a drink. He took one look at me and froze.

Mark stood there speechless. I came up to him and asked him what he thought. He said he had never seen anything as sexy in his life. He was besotted with me and my look and my smell and the touch of my fingers on his skin gave him goose bumps. He then said something that was so typical of him and atypical of the average male: he liked what I was wearing. I just loved how he always paid attention to the details. I love dressing for a man who sees what I've done and appreciates my efforts to look sexy. We sat on the sofa, his hands on my downy soft thigh. We tried to make small talk but couldn't. So we started kissing again. Only this time I broke away and slowly slipped down and unzipped him. Boy, was he hard and ready. He must've been at least 8 inches long. Beautifully cut with a tiny little piece of skin on the underside of his glans that remained connected between the head and the shaft. I'd never seen anything like that before but he was nice and thick. Just right to fill up this horny little slut's hungry holes. I slipped it in my mouth. I bet he has had lots of blowjobs before, I thought, so I'd better make this good.

Soon his hand was guiding my head up and down. He liked it. I had passed muster. I was thrilled. He asked me if I had many boyfriends. I said I didn't, that I was too new to the area. He told me this was his first time with a girlyboy. And even though he was a bit shell shocked, he was loving it. After a while he whispered into my ear to ask if he could have anal sex.

I was ecstatic. Oooph, I was worried he'd never ask... or even know that it was a possibility.... though all you other trannies out there will know what I mean when I say that asking to butt-fuck a girl like me isn't necessary. But, wasn't he the sweetest, cutest thing to ask? So I turned around and slowly slid down my shorts to expose my flawless and perfectly heart-shaped butt and the flimsy little piece of wispy lace that split my big round cheeks. Mark was new to this I'm sure because he wanted to drive it straight in.

I mean, if you've had anal sex before you know it's the sort of thing that needs a lot of foreplay. Anyway, I rushed into my bedroom and came out with my strawberry flavored lube and I asked him if he wanted to take my panties off for me. He got on his knees in front of me and slowly lifted his hands to my hips, hooked his fingers under the elastic of my thong and gently pulled them down my legs till they lay in a heap around my ankles. I would have stepped out of them but I couldn't move as my big fat clitty was being held prisoner by Marky-poo's soft, wet, tenderly loving mouth. MMMMMmmmmm, I simply LOVE the feeling of getting blown by a beautiful man and this man was the most beautiful creature I'd ever had between my legs. I wanted to cum right then but I didn't. Instead, I gently pushed him away and quickly re-lubed my bum and then did his penis really well.

"Go slow" I said softly as I got on my hands and knees and offered him my lovehole.... and I hoped he would.

However after I guided his cut head to my pussy, I knew I was in for rough treatment when he thrust in quickly. I had to let out a gasp. Then I clamped my mouth shut even though it hurt. I think I bit my lip so hard I drew blood. And admit it girls, there are times when you want it rough, aren't there? Well I was ready to get it any way this gorgeous dollface wanted to give it to me.

Mark thrust in too fast but after resting a bit he began fucking me slowly. Only now and then there would be a wild buck which made me wince but on the whole it was exactly what this little slut needed and it was beginning to feel mmmm,mmmm good for me. I knew in a while an anal orgasm would build up. However Marky kept telling me that he was going to cum real soon. I was desperately begging him to slow down, to wait for me to catch up, to show me he loved me but in the end I didn't really care. I wanted this to be the best sex my new baby Marky had ever had so that he would keep coming back to me for more. Right as an orgasm was beginning to build up in my butt he couldn't hold back any longer and he came with an intensity I had never felt from any other man before. He kept cumming and cumming forever. My bowels were distended with the amount of cum he poured into me. Then he slumped over me and went limp.

I guess it being his first time with anyone besides a selfish, smelly cunt he was just lying there savoring the experience. It was a very peaceful, contented and satisfying time lying there on my stomach with his dead weight crushing me into my soft white rug. I felt whole and satiated and happy even if I hadn't cum and I was so happy and contented that his first time was as perfect as it can get. Next time would be better for me I guessed. And I would make damn sure there would be plenty of next times.

He lay there on the couch stroking my bum, asking if there was anything he could do to make me cum. I wanted to use my vibrator in front of him but thought I'd save it for another time. So I rolled over and told him that he could jack me till I came. As soon as I felt his strong but soft hands on my hard penis I knew this man would be my master and I would become his slave. I came within 15 stokes and he scooped all of my cream up and slowly rubbed it into my cock and balls and asscrack. Oh fuck!!!!!!! I was in love and in heaven.

Mark left a little later, saying he hoped he could drop in over the weekend. Little did he know that I was hoping he'd be at my door before then begging me to let him have another taste of me. After he left I used my vibrator. I just had to have a huge anal orgasm. There's nothing so satisfying to a true girlboy. It was so strong that my eyes got wet. I wondered whether Mark would really turn up at the weekend. Then, the next morning I saw a note on my door. It said he wanted to confirm our date for the weekend and asked if he could take me out.

..go to PART 3