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BIG BEN By Miss Bee
I sense the outcome of today's meeting as soon as I open my door. He is huge. Massive broad shoulders, heavy arms and a torso that tapers to narrow hips. I estimate he is at least 6 ft 2 in and about 230 lbs. A snapshot of a bison flashes before my eyes. I feel crushed already.
The inevitability of this encounter seems confirmed when he returns my stare, his eyes roaming down my body from my blonde hair, cherry red lips, deep vee blouse, pleated mini, 15 denier legs to my silver courts and back again.
"Hooley shit! You look fucking hot!" He blurts.
"Thanks." I whisper and continue to cast my vision over him. He returns the stare and for several minutes we attempt to embarrass each other with blatant perving.
He breaks the stalemate first. "I'm Ben." He says
"I'm Miss Bee." I whisper without lifting my sight from the bulge I detect in the front of his jeans.
He appears to spot my interest. "I need to fuck you Miss Bee!"
I am stunned by his audacity to verbalize our thoughts but not really surprised. Physical attraction appears to be mutual here. His statement merely prompts me to lift my eyes to his face. When I find him grinning, the words leave my mouth as if coming from a distant source. "Er... do come in."
I hold my door open and the big ape of a creature steps past me into my house, pausing in my hall to remove his massive boots. Each boot makes a loud thump sound as it hits the floor. My mind races to recall that saying, 'Big feet, Big cock'. Of course I never believed that. Yet I feel a tingle of anticipation race through my body. Or is it merely fear that sends that shiver up my spine?
It feels like I am on autopilot as I turn and lead Ben into my sitting room.
He sits himself down on one settee and I make a desperate attempt to settle into a comfortable position on the other.
"Oh sorry," he says, "I think I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ben and I've come here today to fuck you like you wus a gurl!" He blurts.
There he goes again! The audacity of him to presume such conduct! I attempt to formulate a sensible protest but my brain seems to have lost all sense of intelligent reasoning. Whenever I look at him, I feel intimidated by his bulky presence and I quiver with need. The need to submit my delicate feminine features to whatever this giant of masculinity may request. And whenever he speaks, his direct approach reinforces his ascendancy. I feel crushed and compliant with whatever he may suggest.
"Hey babe, you're a fucking beautiful gurl! Great figure and bloody nice legs!" Ben says.
"Thanks," I whisper.
I see his eyes drop to my stocking clad legs.
"With legs that go all the way....Hey babe, what colour panties are you wearing?" He asks.
This time I am not shocked by his cheek, but I still refuse to answer.
"It looks like I am going to have to lift your skirt and have a look for myself!" He says.
My natural femininity triggers an auto response. My left hand reaches for the hem of my skirt and attempts to push it further down my thighs.
When Ben laughs, I merely tighten my grip on the hem of my skirt.
"Then after that I am going to pull your skimpy little panties down and fuck you!" He says.
My mind runs wild with images of me being stood against a wall and...and...
"Yes." I whisper.
"Hey darling, why don't you stand over there and give daddy a bit of a strip tease!" Ben says pointing to the centre of the room.
"No," I whisper.
Ben grins, then gets to his feet.
When he pauses, standing directly in front of me, I spot his tease for the intimidation that he intends, but I can't control the way my heart races nor the way my sex glands tingle with anticipation.
He grins then reaches his great big paws under me and lifts me bodily from the settee!
"Hey what you up to?" I squeal.
"Where's your bed?" He whispers, his head only inches from mine. The earthy aroma of his breath seems to justify his entitlement to plunder my delicate feminine body.
"This way!" I say and point to the right.
I seem to float as he carries me in his massive arms to my bed and sets me down very gently on the edge as if I am a delicate china doll.
I immediately become disappointed. Maybe he is a softie after all?
But when he brings his mouth to mine to kiss, his desperate need for sexual connection is very clear. My internal sex glands race into full alert now. When I feel his giant left hand on my stocking clad knee, my cock feels restricted by those delicate lace panels that only minutes ago I was admiring.
I am in awe of his masculinity, wanting to give him whatever he wants, yet panicked too. This man is going to fuck me. Force his hard cock through my tight sphincter and stretch my rectum to suit whatever his evil mind desires. I know it will hurt, so why does my whole body tingle in anticipation and need?
Yet when he slips to his knees on the floor in front of me to look up my skirt, my feminine instincts return to compel me to squeeze my knees together tightly.
But I am too late.
"Ar yes! A sexy strip of black gusset!" He says.
Two massive hands land upon each of my knees.
My cock appears to twitch as it fights to overcome the limited stretch of embroided lace.
He pauses now, looking up to my face, hoping to see his intimidation reflected in my eyes. I can't relax my role here now anyway. The feminine disposition that I was born with compels me to conceal my inner thighs and panties from male scrutiny at all times. I hold my legs together.
"No!" I squeal.
He laughs, then attempts his devilish exposure. Naturally I fight him all the way. Yet I can tell by the smirk on his face as he forces my legs wide open that he has interpreted my game plan correctly.
"Love your taste in lingerie darling." He says as my legs part.
When the hem of my skirt is forced up my parting legs, a shiver of embarrassment races up my spine and I reach a hand to cover my naked areas. But as always my efforts are too feeble and too late.
"Whorrrr, you sure know how to excite a man!" He exclaims as he stares at my inner thighs, stocking tops and pantie gusset at close range.
My feminine urges compel me to make one last effort to close my legs. I catch him by surprise for an instant, but then he grins as he tightens his grip upon my knees then opens my legs again. This time they go wider apart. Too wide. My feminine disposition is grossly offended yet my cock still attempts to stretch that non stretch lace.
"No!" I squeal.
Unperturbed, he shifts his head and shoulders forward into the chasm between my open legs now, enabling him to access my sexual appendages at will. I cringe with embarrassment yet acknowledge that my sex glands are pleading for contact.
When he kisses my knees, switching his mouth from side to side as he works up toward my crotch, my resistance weakens then crumbles. My stocking tops, suspender straps and bare inner thighs get a great deal of very welcome attention. When his warm mouth lands on my panties, kissing the massive bulge he has discovered in them, I squirm with pleasure.
"You bloody sexy woman." He whispers from between my open legs.
Suddenly, I feel my panties being pulled aside. My cock slips free, fully erect and demanding relief. I jump when his lips make their first contact the sensitive knob of my cock. His tongue tip licks delicately upon my knob for a few seconds, then I gasp as he plunges his mouth down and my shaft races to the back of his mouth, my knob trembling with delight as it absorbs the fine texture of his tongue. Suddenly I can't conceal my desire from him.
I reach a hand to touch his broad shoulders, eager to transmit a little of the passion for him that is building within my sex glands, within my transgendered disposition.
As my arousal increases, I become desperate to make contact with his bare skin, tugging blindly at his shirt and becoming frustrated when I find it still tucked into the waist band of his jeans.
Chuckling, he lifts his mouth off my cock long enough for me to peel his shirt away. This prompts an undressing frenzy and within a few moments, my skirt, blouse and panties have joined his shirt on the floor.
My cock stands alone and unsupported now from above the frame of black suspender that grip my stockings and proclaim my transgender status. Then his massive hands spread my legs again and his mouth envelops my cock, increasing my desire to submit to whatever he wants with each delicate lick and deep suck. What he is doing is wonderful but eventually my need to be taken and used as a gurl overrules personal pleasures.
"That's enough teasing!" I squeal.
My heart beats increase dramatically when Ben stands alongside the bed to remove his trousers. He knows what I want now but still can't resist tormenting me every step of the way. He smiles down at me as he begins a strip-tease, toying with the buckle of his trousers.
Ben is not only big, but is hairy too. And I do love hairy men. It says so in my DNA. Masses of black curls line his chest and even lead a delicious trail all the way down across his flat belly to the belt of his trousers. When he finally lowers his briefs, his cock pops out to stand erect from above his pelvis, looking powerful and to a woman in need, extremely beautiful. A luxurious growth of black hairs surround the base, almost concealing his tightly packed balls. Balls which offer a hint of the power within this man's body to fuck and inseminate his partners the way nature intended.
My mind recalls those wildlife films where they explain how nature ensures only the biggest and strongest males get to mate with the females, ensuring the best outcome for the species.
My usual insistence that new contacts wear a condom is under serious threat. To be held down and forced to accept a natural insemination by this mountain of masculinity appears compulsive
His cock is big, but not as long as I expected. Perhaps a true six inches but it's the bulk of the thing that catches my attention. Especially with that amazing big purple-pink knob which seems to add an extra inch to the circumference. He brings his beautiful weapon to my mouth.
"Here taste this you sexy gurl!" He demands.
I bob my head straight onto it, licking the knob very delicately with the tip of my tongue then sliding the whole shaft into my mouth.
"Good girl." Ben exclaims.
His taste is sweeter than I expected for such a big man.
I smell Ben now too. A sharp, slightly sweaty male scent that reminds me of men's changing rooms and weekend sleepovers. A sense ignored then but now being absorbed with eager breaths.
But then rather too quickly, Ben disturbs my endeavours. "I need to fuck you now!" He blurts.
He turns away and I see him reach for his bag. He holds up a condom pack and looks me in the eye.
His taste has corrupted me. "I need to be inseminated today!" I blurt.
Ben smiles and I watch with wide eyed excitement as he greases his bare cock with lubricant, deliberately flexing it so it bounces back up to prove his arousal. With a full coating of lubricant highlighting the shaft, his cock looks infinitely more beautiful than I had ever imagined any cock could.
Without saying a word, Ben lifts me, turning me around to lie my slender body face down across my bed with my knees on the floor.
I shiver with need when I feel his great massive hands grip my thighs and part them wide. I shiver with both fear and lust when I feel his wet, greasy fingers at my anus, testing and teasing my entrance in readiness for his blatant invasion. When his fingers are replaced by his much larger intruder, I shiver with apprehension.
"You're a fucking sexy looking gurl!" Ben whispers in my ear.
I cringe and attempt to flee into my bed as his cock stabs at my resisting sphincter. A harder thrust follows, then a real violent push that seems to bend my sphincter inwards but not pierce the centre hole. I bite my bottom lip to resist crying out, but then realize that the knob of Ben's cock is inside me. I feel something holding my entrance ajar. Ben pauses there for a moment, eager to let my body adjust to the large intrusion.
"Okay?" He asks.
"Yes okay." I whisper.
I lie still now, eager to register my exploitation as Ben forces his intention fully home. But I still gasp quietly to myself as he slides fully home inside me. Today the regular 'full' sensation is pronounced.
"Oooo! You big man!" I say.
"Shit babe, your arse feels fucking tight! You're a real sexy gurl Miss Bee!" Ben whispers.
My pleasure is harder to define. A strange blend of physical torture and mental ecstasy.
When Ben begins to pleasure himself by powering his hard weapon into me, my rectum is bent and stretched to accommodate his rigid shaft, creating a heated channel that seems to reach right in to stimulate my own cock. Meanwhile his hard pelvis smacks repeatedly into my soft arse cheeks, creating ripples that bounce up my back to my shoulders, proving that I am indeed at the mercy of this giant of a man. Yet submission as a female brings such joy that tears begin to form in my eyes.
"You are a bloody sexy bitch Miss Bee." Ben whispers in my left ear.
"You're a gorgeous big boy!" I say.
Ben has a tendency to pause frequently, leaving his cock lying motionless in my rectum to absorb my heat whilst he nibbles my ears and offers sexy whispers. My new lover does have a soft side after all.
These pauses give me an opportunity to reach over to my bedside cabinet, grab a squeeze of lubricant from the tube, reach my left hand to my erect cock and wank myself in rhythm with his thrusts. Ben recognizes my intent now, holding my hips rigidly as he fucks, increasing his expressions of gratitude and affection as time passes and his orgasm approaches.
"Darling, your arse feels so fucking good! You're a real darling!" he squeals.
When I feel his heavy arms reach across my back to grip my shoulders and hold me firm against his thrusts, my sense of being used becomes so emphatic that I shiver with excitement. I feel like a little doll at the hands and cock of a giant and await my natural insemination with my heart racing.
"Oooo you sexy fucking bitch! I going to seed you like you deserve soon!" Ben squeals.
"Oooo yes please! Flood my arse with your gorgeous juice!" I blurt.
When I sense his excitement reaching higher, I wank my cock vigorously eager to coordinate our reactions.
But when I feel him stiffen alarmingly, I cease my wanking to concentrate on a secret experience. Being privy to a man at his moment of highest pleasure is a highlight of every sex encounter for this part time gurl.
I am not disappointed. Ben grips my body hard and thrusts deep into me, smacking his strong pelvis against my bum with scant regard for my comfort. My sense of being used reaches it's peak and I shiver with anticipation.
"Hooley fuck! Oh Miss Bee! I gunna cum! Oh yes, I gunna cum up your gorgeous fucking arse!"
"Yes please!" I squeal.
When Ben's body convulses violently against mine, I squeal again: "Give it to me!"
I feel his cock twitch as his first shot of cum is fired into my rectum.
"Arrrrr fuck you beautiful girl!" He screams.
Ben shivers, then fires another shot.
"Yes! Yes!" I squeal, "Pump it into me darling!"
Further shivers, shakes and screams follow as his glands pay tribute to my femininity.
"I love you Bee! Oh fuck yes I do!" Ben squeals.
Being rewarded is so gratifying that my sex glands need no further stimulus. Merely holding my cock and pulling it forwards is sufficient to set my own world afire with pleasure.
A shiver begins deep within my pelvis.
"Ooooo fuck yes!" I yell as my orgasm grips and my cock fires rapid shots of cum onto the side of my bed.
"You sexy fucking girl!" Ben exclaims, when he feels my rectum pulse, grip then pulse around his shaft.
He bites my ear gently. "Shit I needed that!" He whispers.
"So did I!" I blurt.
He holds me close to him for many minutes as the last of his very welcome 'gift' drains away into the hot receptacle that I offered him. Sex as a transgender gurl can involve many such delights.
Later, when Ben disconnects his body from mine, common sense returns and I feel embarrassed and rather shy. Why do I let men do this to me? Once again, dressing up as a girl has led me into doing things I would never have imagined when I first pulled on a pair of girl's panties all those years ago.
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