It was early morning. I had just spent the night with a guy who had invited me for a transvestite plan. We had spent the evening fucking, then we were asleep together. But he had to get up early for work, so at half past six, after giving him one last blowjob, I gathered my slutty outfit in a bag, got dressed in civilian clothes, and we said to each other at the - see him in front of his house. I was still poorly awake, my mouth mushy and still full of the bitter taste of his semen. A few steps away was a small bistro which had just opened and in which the first customers were sipping their coffee at the counter. I decided to join them before going home to rest.I was stirring the spoon in my mug, distractedly following the music video clip on the screen at the back of the bar when I heard someone apologize behind me. Turning around, I found myself born to born with a tall black guy asking if he could sit next to me. I answered yes, he pulled the chair over to sit in it, hesitating for a moment, looking at me from below, unable to speak. I was already expecting him to ask me for a little money or something like that when he got into the water: "Are you a girl or a guy? Because if you are a girl, I think you're super cute. " He immediately fell back into his awkward silence, while I was speechless, hesitating on how to answer his question. Quickly evaluating the relationship between the chance of being able to type a black guy, one of my biggest fantasies, and the likelihood that he would take it badly to learn that I was a tranny, associated with the frequentation of the place which seemed sufficient protection against any movement of anger, I launched myself: I could be a girl for him if he wanted to. Besides, he was lucky, I had everything I needed in my bag. He stopped me, in a more frank tone this time, asking me if I meant I was a… well one of those guys who dress as girls. I nodded. “What a queer you are! I felt a hint of disappointment in his voice and I could hear my fantasies of dark, thick limbs fly away… He recovered, adding that I still looked good. That he wasn't gay, but that it told him to try… that at worst, if it didn't work, we would stop there. I confirmed. I could be a girl for him if he wanted to. Besides, he was lucky, I had everything I needed in my bag. He stopped me, in a more frank tone this time, asking me if I meant I was a… well one of those guys who dress as girls. I nodded. “What a queer you are! I felt a hint of disappointment in his voice and I could hear my fantasies of dark, thick limbs fly away… He recovered, adding that I still looked good. That he wasn't gay, but that it told him to try… that at worst, if it didn't work, we would stop there. I confirmed. I could be a girl for him if he wanted to. Besides, he was lucky, I had everything I needed in my bag. He stopped me, in a more frank tone this time, asking me if I meant I was a… well one of those guys who dress as girls. I nodded. “What a queer you are! I felt a hint of disappointment in his voice and I could hear my fantasies of dark, thick limbs fly away… He recovered, adding that I still looked good. That he wasn't gay, but that it told him to try… that at worst, if it didn't work, we would stop there. I confirmed. wondering if I meant to say that I was a… well one of those guys who dress as girls. I nodded. “What a queer you are! I felt a hint of disappointment in his voice and I could hear my fantasies of dark, thick limbs fly away… He recovered, adding that I still looked good. That he wasn't gay, but that it told him to try… that at worst, if it didn't work, we would stop there. I confirmed. wondering if I meant to say that I was a… well one of those guys who dress as girls. I nodded. “What a queer you are! I felt a hint of disappointment in his voice and I could hear my fantasies of dark, thick limbs fly away… He recovered, adding that I still looked good. That he wasn't gay, but that it told him to try… that at worst, if it didn't work, we would stop there. I confirmed. Chance doing things right, he lived just above. He invited me to follow him, led me down a staircase as dark as it was narrow, before entering a small studio tastefully decorated and well maintained. Turning to me, he explained to me that he had come to settle in Paris to study design. It was then that I noticed that he towered over me with his head and shoulders. There was a curious discrepancy between his physique as a mover and the care he brought to his interior, the softness of his voice, the calmness of his gestures, which gave him a reassuring character. He pointed to the bathroom, telling me that he preferred not to see me change. After a quick shower and a good brushing of teeth to eliminate the smell of the last night, I put on my slutty outfit, stockings and garter belt, black lace thong and matching bra, heel, mini-skirt and blouse. translucent, then carefully applied makeup after making sure to remove all traces of skinny beard. When I returned to the common room, I hoped with all my heart to embody his female fantasy. And I hadn't too badly to manage, because he immediately got up from the sofa on which he was waiting for me, perusing a magazine to come and take me in his arms. As I had foreseen, I felt protected there, completely enveloped as in a cocoon. He leaned his lips towards mine and we exchanged a long kiss. With a quiet force, he imposed himself on me, his tongue came and went, searched my mouth while his hands slid on my hips then my buttocks, caressing them and massaging them with a firm and gentle gesture at the same time. Without really letting go, he guided me to the couch, sitting on it while I remained standing in front of him, fearing that he would be disturbed by the small bump that was born under my skirt his caresses as tender as manly. But he didn't care, sliding the fabric of my top over my skin to remove it from me, his fingers already annoying my nipples that pointed under the lace, soon joined by his mouth, whose nibbles and sucks me. drew small moans of pleasure. While his teeth and his tongue excited my little ends, he slipped his long muscular fingers under my skirt, grabbing my buttocks and spreading them to massage with the tips of his knuckles my little hole which, still open from the previous night, welcomed without barely their ends. I shuddered with pleasure, my whole body delivered to its desire, totally surrendered to its debonair power which I did not even try to resist. sliding the fabric of my top over my skin to remove it from me, his fingers already annoying my nipples that pointed under the lace, soon joined by his mouth, whose nibbles and sucks tore me small moans of pleasure. While his teeth and his tongue excited my little ends, he slipped his long muscular fingers under my skirt, grabbing my buttocks and spreading them to massage with the tips of his knuckles my little hole which, still open from the previous night, welcomed without barely their ends. I shuddered with pleasure, my whole body delivered to its desire, totally surrendered to its debonair power which I did not even try to resist. sliding the fabric of my top over my skin to remove it from me, his fingers already annoying my nipples that pointed under the lace, soon joined by his mouth, whose nibbles and sucks tore me small moans of pleasure. While his teeth and his tongue excited my little ends, he slipped his long muscular fingers under my skirt, grabbing my buttocks and spreading them to massage with the tips of his knuckles my little hole which, still open from the previous night, welcomed without barely their ends. I shuddered with pleasure, my whole body delivered to its desire, totally surrendered to its debonair power which I did not even try to resist. soon joined by his mouth, whose nibbling and sucking tore me small moans of pleasure. While his teeth and his tongue excited my little ends, he slipped his long muscular fingers under my skirt, grabbing my buttocks and spreading them to massage with the tips of his knuckles my little hole which, still open from the previous night, welcomed without barely their ends. I shuddered with pleasure, my whole body delivered to its desire, totally surrendered to its debonair power which I did not even try to resist. soon joined by his mouth, whose nibbling and sucking tore me small moans of pleasure. While his teeth and his tongue excited my little ends, he slipped his long muscular fingers under my skirt, grabbing my buttocks and spreading them to massage with the tips of his knuckles my little hole which, still open from the previous night, welcomed without barely their ends. I shuddered with pleasure, my whole body delivered to its desire, totally surrendered to its debonair power which I did not even try to resist. grabbing my buttocks and spreading them to massage with the tip of his knuckles my little hole which, still open the night before, easily accommodated their ends. I shuddered with pleasure, my whole body delivered to its desire, totally surrendered to its debonair power which I did not even try to resist. grabbing my buttocks and spreading them to massage with the tip of his knuckles my little hole which, still open the night before, easily accommodated their ends. I shuddered with pleasure, my whole body delivered to its desire, totally surrendered to its debonair power which I did not even try to resist. Also, when he got up, he didn't have a word to say for me to fall on my knees in front of him, my hands already feverishly untangling his belt, my mind a little anxious about what I was going to find. inside his pants. And I was not disappointed when, putting my lips on his pants, I guessed through the stretched canvas the massive shape of a cock of promising dimensions and that I felt harden under my kisses. I ended up freeing it entirely. She stood proudly in front of me, long, thick, dark, with a domineering arrogance to which there was no choice but to give in. I rounded my lips as I sucked it in gently, playing my tongue on the brake as the big swollen glans filled my mouth, already making saliva rise. I started to come and go and I had barely swallowed a third of the rod that already, I felt the tip banging against the back of my palate. His long thin fingers pressed against my neck invited me to move my lips a little faster along the taut rod which I tried to devour a little more with each back and forth. He laughed softly, telling me that I was too greedy. Stung to the quick, I insisted a little more, but the glans crashed into the back of my mouth, stubbornly refusing to pass my glottis. I felt a profuse drool running between my lips, trickling down to my chest. I relaxed my throat, swallowing every time he bumped into my palate, refusing to abdicate. After a long preparation work, my efforts were finally rewarded: almost dislocating my jaw, I managed to slide the oversized member down my throat, extracting a cry of surprise and pleasure that covered my suffocations. Tears in my eyes, I spat my tail in a flood of thick saliva, but with a firm hand, its owner was already inviting me to repeat my feat. Grumbling and gasping, tears rolling down my cheeks, I returned to the charge. His fingers held me tight, inviting me down further. Inch by inch, my lips slid along the dark skin, until I felt the sack of her purses against m ...

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