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A Week In the Life...
‘Hi Frances it’s T, it’s been a long time,
would you care to join me and my
Trans-girlfriend in Heathrow, I’m staying
over at the Marriott hotel (Molton
Brown toiletries).’ ‘Hello T, indeed, it has
been a long time, a few years I reckon.
Sure, I could be with you at about
3.30pm.’
It was a chilly, melancholic afternoon in
London town, as I climbed into the car and headed westward,
a steady drizzle fell from a slate grey sky, it was the kind of day
I’d have been content to sit in the snug of an old country pub,
besides an open fi re, a long drink in one hand and a good
read in the other; call me a romantic.
C, opened the room door, ‘Come in come in, we’ve been
waiting for you, T has told me all about you.’ She was tall and
well built, dressed in stockings and a black baby-doll nightie,
looking slightly dishevelled with smudged pillar-box red lipstick.
T was sat upon the Queen-sized bed, propped up with a
stack of pillows.
About the dimly lit room was scattered various items of
lingerie, lube, wine bottles, water bottles and half-drunk
glasses; they’d been going at it since the morning and for C, a
little help from substances, to enhance the experience.
‘Well, I’d better undress and join you both in bed,’ I said. We
sat, the three of us between the sheets, as C barraged me
with questions as to my transition, what was it like to live as
a woman, and how exciting it must be to wake up every
morning (ehhh no, no more or less than anyone else).
After half-an-hour of Q&A, I suggested perhaps we should
get on with having some fun, as poor T was looking a little
left out. ‘I’d like to watch Frances fuck you,’ said T, ‘Well, I’d like
to watch Frances fuck you,’ said C. ‘That’s all fi ne with me, so
who shall we have fi rst,’ I replied; ‘Me fi rst,’ said C, ‘I’d love it if
you’d take me doggie.’
C, assumed the position and knelt up on the bed with her
bottom raised in the air. T lay across the bed as she took his
cock in her mouth, from behind, my cock slipped in easily
and without resistance, as she’d already been fucked before
I arrived and as requested, I fucked her as hard as I could
without falling off of my heels.
‘Right, I think it’s about time Frances fucked you,’ said C, as
she fell to her side letting T’s cock fall out of her mouth. After
swapping positions, I was presented with a new rear view
as it backed up onto my stiff cock. Whilst fucking T, I reached
around to grab a hold of his cock and wanked him off till he
shot his load over C’s willing face.
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Due to C’s enhancement consumption,
I wasn’t surprised that she was unable
to get hard, however, she wasn’t
particularly bothered, ‘Don’t you worry,
it’s all going on here inside my head,’ she
said. I went off for a shower, ‘Do you
mind if I wash you,’ she asked, ‘Not at all,’
I replied. So, I stood beneath the shower
arms outstretched, as she soaped me
up, down and in between, patting me dry with a huge soft
bath towel, I could get used to this I thought. Now all fresh
and clean, we had a group hug and kiss and agreed to meet
again soon, to enjoy another afternoon of decadence.
Whilst on my way back to the car, a chill wind blowing and
the rain still falling, the thought crossed my mind, I could keep
driving west down the M4 and fi nd that country pub, perhaps
even stay overnight, hmmm...’ Perhaps another time Frances,
perhaps another time,’ I told myself.
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Frances
Petite busty English blonde
Pre-Op Transsexual, with
a touch of class and style.
London/City/Docklands
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