Sexual stories of transsexuals

Sexual stories of transsexuals
I am a transsexual of fifty years, hormonal, not operated, with a nice natural 95B and quite generous forms.

My feminine credibility is never questioned, which is very comfortable, contrary to my age that no one wants to believe, and since I have long wavy hair, a pretty face, a mouth in heart and big blue eyes, it can be said that I have the chance to please very often gentlemen.

I love writing but my imagination, although overflowing, is limited to classical writings, without ever being able to find the ability to express themselves in eroticism.

Yet I am not a saint, but when it comes to writing would be just fantasies, I quickly shut up.

That is why, since I am very capable of telling real facts, I decided to realize some of these fantasies and desires, and then write them to share them, and this text will be the first on the list.

So I decided today, Sunday 24/09/2017, to follow a route to the bois de Boulogne starting from the porte Dauphine to go around the main lake, and jogging (a little), taking the paths of the woods.

I’m wearing a fluo pink thong, a black tiger pink mid-calf tight-fitting sports shorts and a grey lycra tank top without a bra.

I took a little white jog jacket in case if it’s cool and I’ll travel with an anthracite trench coat.

I put on sneakers more conducive to jogging and took a small black backpack to carry the necessary, transport tickets, identity, sunglasses, a small bottle of water and of course gel and covers.

It’s 7: 00 am, I recharge a little My such that I forgot to charge and I’m going.

Arriving porte Dauphine, I folded my trench coat and jacket into the bag and tied this one on my back.

I then took the forest trail to the left of the Suresnes road that leads to the lake by jogging lightly.

I had not made 100 meters that I heard several ” Pssst ! Pssst ! “coming from behind.

I slow down to finally start walking quietly.

I could hear footsteps approaching but not turning around, pretending not to have heard and slowing down the calls.

Arrived at my height from the left, I heard: “Hey nice your legging my beautiful, you have a beautiful ball in it “.

Only there I turned my head to him and could see him.

It was a rebeu in the 20/25 years, look of cité, in navy blue jogging, quite dark skin.

I smiled at him and thanked him for the compliment.

I had bifurcated to the farthest path on the road and the place was totally deserted and rather covered.

He then laughed that my legging was beautiful but too tight and that it was not good for sports.

So I asked him what he advised me to do and he told me that I’d better take it off a little “to make it all breathe”.

Playing the naive I asked him if he was sure and he acquiesced vividly.

Then I stopped and began to take off the leggings, but, balance obliges, he showed up to support and took the opportunity to feel my butt.

Now standing and in thong, he asked me if I was not better and I replied timidly that yes.

He then approached me and without a word lifted my tank top above my bare breasts, grabbed them firmly and began to suck one that he was holding, while his other hand came to meet my crotch.

Quickly, his fingers slipped into the thong and he removed my sex and my balls by kneading them.

He straightened and pressed firmly with his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to get on my knees.

He lowered his jogging and appeared a large, very dark, almost black tail with a dark brown, circumcised and very ribbed Acorn, which he immediately grabbed and applied to my mouth.

So I opened it and swallowed this thick and long cock by conscientiously licking the big cock.

He would whisper “come on sucks well slut, mmmm it’s good caresses my balls “and also” you’re a good travelo cock eater I caught you straight, a good big Arab whore “.

I was pumping hard and didn’t hear a jogger coming in from behind when he saw the stage.

He went on a short stride and I only saw him when he reached our level, which surprised me and made me make a slight move back, but the rebeu took my hair and pushed me back on his sex again.

The man stopped and slowly returned to his steps to watch the scene.

The rebeu then said to him: “here go get yourself pumped I’m going to break his ass” and he withdrew from my mouth to shift, while very quickly the other took his place and lowered his lycra sports leggings and his underpants.

I had not even had time to see his physique and so closely I could only see his cock unfolding by the excitement as he rubbed it on my face.

It was shorter but even thicker than that of the other, who was now busy behind me on his lap.

He lowered my thong and made me bend over the pelvis, and I heard that he opened a bonnet and put it on.

The jogger put his cock in my mouth and the rebeu spat on my ass to lubricate my hole.

He forced the entrance slowly but surely, snatching a few small moans from me, especially when it was all his big member that sank to the guard.

He held my hips firmly by pounding me brutally, hurling at his lucky accomplice that he had to bugger me without fail ” seeing how good my big ass was to fuck “.

I sucked with application despite the bouts of bouts that slammed my butt against his hips and he ended up squatting while moaning under cover, while he emptied in his condom at the bottom of my ass.

He retired, and in two steps three moves he left, not without having gratified me with a slap on the ass and a “thank you big bitch”.

I found myself alone sucking the stranger, who suddenly leaned on my head to bend over doggy style, face on the ground hyper arched, and left to stand behind me.

But while I was expecting the same treatment as before, I felt a firm hand grab my sex and my balls and pull them hard back and the man say, ” but you’re a big PD in fact you ! A faggot dressed as a Chick… I got sucked by a cocksucker ! ».

I was a little scared for a while because he was shooting me very hard on the balls, but he released and asked me if I had a hood because after all, at the point where he was, he was going to fuck me so as not to die an idiot.

I took one out of my bag and handed it to him from behind without turning back at his request.

He put it on, sodomized me mercilessly and without a word, spreading my anus with his very wide stake, making my head grumble in the fallen leaves.

He cumed in a deaf grunt and stood up telling me not to move.

So I stayed, so the arse arched and surely very dilated, legs spread the balls hanging, the breasts flattened on the wet floor.

Before leaving, he said, “Hold on PD, this is for cheating on me on the goods” and I felt endless streams of burning piss coming to spread on my ass, my crotch, my back and even my hair.

He regained himself and left.

I then got up a little sore, urine streaks dripping down my face by my impregnated ringworm, my little top and thong completely soaked in odorous pee.

I hesitated to return after this session, taking off the top to wear only the jacket and without panties under the legging, but I was very excited despite everything by this humiliation.

So I just put on the legging, hardly because I was wet, and kept the thong and top soaked before resuming my race.

Further on I came across a lot of walkers and joggers who for some seemed to observe me quite staring at the passage.

Arriving at the end of the lake, I took the road to go around the other shore, always by the woods, and on this side the forest was much denser and less frequented, with narrow paths that seemed to lead to even denser corners.

Tired of jogger, I walked quietly and by stopping I could understand why people sometimes looked at me insistently.

The tank top soaked in piss and sweat hid nothing from my bare breasts now molded to the extreme and the nipples very apparent.

My crotch moistened by the thong formed a halo and my hair was very wet.

All this could be taken for excessive sweating, but it was still quite noticeable.

Then I would fork through a narrow path and come across a funny makeshift hut made with branches and a kind of tarpaulin arranged like a roof, under which I could hear voices.

Taking care not to disturb a possible meeting that did not look at me, I tried to pass by without noise, but the cracks were inevitable and the face of a black man suddenly showed itself in my direction looking for its origin.

He says something I don’t understand and it’s four black people who came out of the cabin.

Immediately I greeted them and announced that I was just passing by without wanting to disturb them.

They looked at me and approached me saying No, that I was welcome among them and invited me to take a break to rest.

I politely refused, claiming that I was not tired but they girded me now, and one took my arm without brutality but firmly to entice me to follow them.