ginger beard (part II)
fighting off the heavy Sydney morning rain i arrive at Sacha’s apartment. the door slowly opens as if on it’s own. he is hiding behind the door. it certainly builds suspense if not incredibly creepy. Sasha steps out, wig appears first around the edge of the door, then a leg then she extends her hand to invite me in. i follow her inside.
the few seconds i walked behind her, the light colour of the blonde wig swaying was a heavy contrast to his dark indian skin. as was the thin slip of a dress so transparent you could see his dark slutty knickers underneath and even darker skin underneath that. indeed he was short. a little dumpy. the first vision that popped into my mind was i was about to force rough sex upon the Oompaloompa from Tim Burton’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory dress in drag
doo ba dee do
i’ve got a little tranny for you…
i decide to play it calm at first. as always. if it’s a first-time client or they seem shy or inexperienced with the situation, wait until they are fully relaxed before jumping into any character. i dump my gear on the table and sit beside her on the sofa. it was tough to judge what was nerves and what was her playing the ‘coy lady’.
so i ease into the role myself. i lean back and throw an arm over the back of the couch. sitting tall in the seat and imposing myself in her space like it has always belonged to me. i breath in deep, and spread my thighs wide with an exhale that’s almost like a groan. “you’re a pretty little thing. where are those heels you were wearing earlier in the bar?”
“oh? you want me to put them back on?”
“fuck yeah. go put them on.” i quietly ordered. she giggled and stood up. bent over rather unglamourously to grab each shoe and stumble almost off-balance to slide each foot inside. Sasha started to bend down to tie up the straps. she stood up and was about to turn around. “don’t turn around. bend over and run your hand up the back of your leg.” she did. it was not the most graceful floor show, but it was setting the mood. ”now walk slowly across the room, turn and walk back.” i started rubbing my crotch as i watched her legs look so much longer in heels
before she notice i stood up and crept up behind her. grabbing her ass with one hand and wrapping my other arm to cup her ‘breast’. she stood there and welcomed it but i decided to go with her fantasy, “don’t get shy, baby.” and i squeezed her a bit, ”don’t fight me off.”
she wasn’t fighting me off at all, still i grabbed her by the throat and pushed her up against the wall. her blonde wig jumping about like Miss Piggy in an on-stage tantrum. i leaned in close. “listen you little cunt. don’t you tease every man in the bar like you did tonight, prancing around like a little slut. invite me back to your joint and change your mind.” i still had one hand around her throat. i wasn’t rough but she turned her face away feigning terror. i ran a hand down her side “you’ve been showing your arse off all night,” and then pushed my hand into her crotch ”so now i’m gonna take what’s mine, “ and slipped a finger between her thighs. ”this is what’s mine.” i leaned in and lightly rubbed my beard against her jaw. “i’m gonna slam my cock into your hole, girl. i’m gonna smash your little pussy into next week.”
Sasha lost it. with my finger rubbing her ‘clit’, my beard brushing her cheek, my words - she melted. she was moaning. i grind my cock up against her thigh and noticed i was rock hard. it was far too soon for the viagra to work. i was getting off on myself. i breathed heavily into her ear and fingered her. “mmmm feel that little clit. you’ve fucking like that don’t you baby?” i licked her ear. “no you don’t” my hand tightened around her throat, “you don’t like it. you fucking love it you filthy fucking slut!’
i had her pressed up against the wall for a while. i guess i got a little too rough because every now and then she had to readjust the wig that was sliding off her head. then a deep quiet whisper ”get into the fucking bedroom.” i walked behind her. my stride was longer. my hands had unconsciously curled into fists already. i was over-emphasising the slap of my boots on her wooded floors to make myself sound larger and more intimidating that i already was.
Sasha sat on the bed and watched me as i slowly stripped off. i sneered at her and then kicked off my boots. she reached for the straps on her heels. ”don’t you dare take them off,” i charged down on the bed and grabbed her ankles threw them in the air forcing her on her back, “i’m gonna fuck you in your slutty heels,” and i grind my crotch into her again. the dirty denim of my jeans scratching against her stockings. her moaning and whimpering started again and wouldn’t stop until we were done
i thought i was being far too attentive so i pushed her over, i lay down on my back then grabbed her by the jaw and pushed her face onto my cock. ”suck it.” in seconds she was jumping up and down on my dick. i added some force to the back of her head “yeah, suck my cock baby. get that meat right down in your throat. swallow it.” the wig was flying back and forth. i really felt like it was raping a muppet face with one hand and fingering her pussy with the other, though quite a distance apart, on her clit. i decided his little cock was Sacha’s clit and his ass was Sacha’s pussy.
there were mirrors on the cupboard doors so i flipped her over, forced myself on top her her and pulled her head back so she could watch herself and i pulled her knickers off to the side and slowly sink my cock into her ‘pussy’.
she loved it. so did i. on a sunday morning where a lot of people are at church i was ass-fucking some Miss Piggy Oompaloompa. having built up on the ‘roids for 3 weeks now, my body was huge and my beard was bushy as fuck. i just watched myself drive my full weight down and fuck the guts out of her. i lay down, one arm holding her in a headlock and rubbing my beard into the side of her face slamming my cock into her until i blew my load in her little pussy (well, inside the rubber inside her arse. i know trannies put a lot of effort into their appearance. i don’t want to ruin such a romantic evening by spewing my spunk all over her fancy he-she threads).
and like a true selfish aussie male. i collapsed on her. not moving. the hour was up anyway. i was having such a great time i had no problems dumping my load
“oh, that was so hot. can we keep going? how much for another hour?”
we spent the second hour with my fingering her pussy while she sucked and licked the salty sweat from my beard. i was hard again within minutes and fucked her from behind. holding one leg in the air, ankle jiggling about with the force of my ass fucking and weight of the high heel that i thought it would snap in two. she watched herself get herself off. Sasha loved it. when it was over, she tipped and i quickly got out of there before her family turned up to take her out for sunday lunch
i’m a tranny fucker. i’m a dirty filthy tranny fucker. and i fucking loved it!