Written and copyrighted by Marcia St.Denis, marciatv@hotmail.com May 2009. All rights reserved. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. This story was written as a short, email fantasy to a close friend in Kuala Lumpur. It is entirely fictitious and not based on any persons living or dead. This story is a bit different from my usual submissions in that it does not focus on the more sordid aspects of sexuality and our dependencies but rather on love and its profound effects. I consider ALL my writing to be a gift from my increasingly pervy, rather darkly twisted imagination and of course my generous heart, to you, the always horny and voracious connoisseur of trannie erotica. I am hopeful you will discover my world and how it has changed over time (getting more sordid over time, actually, with this exception.) And I hope that discovery is made with the same pleasure that I had while writing it down for you. I recognize how much you need and want new stories with satisfying plots and sharply defined characters to help you find the special bliss of release that pushed you to discover my writing in the first place. Although this story is short, I normally write in chapters: each one designed to bring you to a huge orgasm. I do this because I want you to return for future sessions of great masturbation and intense pleasure. Don't rush through my stories. Take your time and let yourself enjoy each chapter thoroughly. I assure you that each successive chapter will produce the same euphoria as the previous one - if you let it. And above all, please let me know if I have succeeded in making your endomorphins surge. I like knowing that I have brought you and your little guy the happiness you needed and were looking for and your feedback will bring me the kind of pleasure only a writer knows. Please feel free to send this story to any other FREE website you want to. However, my only request is that you attribute it to me and include this preamble. Kisses, Marcia
The Prelude
The J W Marriot is one of Kuala Lumpur's nicer hotels. Located in the Bukhit Bintang area of the Golden Triangle it is conveniently located for guests to move from upscale shopping malls to movie theatres to nightclubs. It is also a great place to watch people - of all kinds and of all sexual preferences.
Because Kuala Lumpur is one of Malaysia's most cosmopolitan cities and attracts many of the young people who feel they do not "fit" within the confines of rural Malaysia's strictly conformist Muslim code. It attracts the artists and performers, the writers and photographers, in fact it attracts all of the flamboyant and the creative segments of the country's culture and sub-cultures. It is therefore an overwhelming sensory cornucopia of exciting sights, smells, people and interests.
The hotel itself is always busy with guests, usually businessmen, from every continent and from all backgrounds with the widest of interests. Walking through the quiet hallways one's thoughts naturally turn to wondering what all those different guests might be doing behind their closed doors. Especially at night after a good meal, a night out, a few drinks and the chance to escort a darling and sexy exotic young thing back to their room.
Some men of course are with their wives but they are in the minority. Even fewer guests are with their families. By far the vast majority of the men are alone and men who are all alone in a S.E. Asian city invariably need and find companionship.
In one of the rooms on an upper floor facing the main street and the brand new Pavilion Shopping Mall, a good looking, mature businessman from the US with green eyes, salt and pepper dark hair, a body that is still slim and in good shape from working out, is standing with his arms around a thin, lithe and sensuous little Malaysian girl who can't be more than about 5' 6" tall in her heels, who has skin the color of dark caramel and eyes like liquid black diamonds. Her dark, honey-colored skin feels like the smoothest satin beneath his feverish fingers and hungry hands. Just touching its warm sensuous surface excites his imagination and makes him ache to feel and see more of her winsome body. Her stylishly cut, auburn-streaked hair falls down softly onto her shoulders and she gazes through long bangs when she opens her eyes between the breathless kisses she is receiving. And when she does, she gazes up and is once again shocked to see this man who has bedazzled her for the past four years.
She can't believe how his touch makes her feel or how once glance from his emerald eyes turns her knees to jelly, or how the smell of his skin sends shivers of lust down her spine. His presence overwhelms her senses and everything about him excites her to the core of her soul; the way he smiles and the feel of his rough beard at the end of the day; the way he looks at her with eyes of lust, love and hunger and that openly possessive male desire that only the sexiest and most aggressive men have; the way his arms take her and hold her close against his hairy chest and rampantly hard manhood still imprisoned in his elegant wool slacks. She swoons as his tongue forces its way past her lips and caresses her own sinfully hungry tongue.
They are both hopelessly, mindlessly, totally and passionately in love.
He only visits her about 3 times a year but between visits her reality has impressed itself so firmly onto his psyche that he never stops dreaming about the nights they've shared, the days they've spent together, the witty way she verbally plays with him, the look in her eyes, the need in her body, the gasps she utters as his burning hard maleness slowly penetrates her soft welcoming body to take possession of her - just exactly the way all, real men take possession of the women they adore: With feverish urgency and unquenchable need, without asking and in complete control.
Every girlie instinct in her ultra feminine, soft, submissive nature has waited for this moment and driven her actions all week long so that she has her man just where she needs him and wants him: In her arms, looking out at this incredible view, dressed in the latest sexy dress he bought for her earlier in the day and which is now molded to her hot little young and tight body.
She glories in the power she knows she wields over him with the only tools any woman needs: Her fabulous butt; her long and perfectly shaped legs with their fine, delicate ankles; her tapered, thin, ring- encrusted fingers ending in long varnished nails; her liquid black eyes as deep as pools; and her perfectly made up face. It is a face that makes her look as sultry and seductive as any temptress ever has. And with her neck and the curve of her arms and her wrists and the valley between her small but perfectly formed breasts sprayed with a perfume that he can't even identify but whose scent mingles with her body odor and exudes a natural hormonal need to be taken by a man and made love to, endlessly, hungrily, passionately, all night long until their bodies are completely spent, empty, drained of all fluids and they curl up spooned with her tiny butt pushed up tight against his warm, loving lap.
There they are, this self-confident, sexy, mature man standing and holding his exotic, loving sweetheart; his darling little girl. She is purring and cooing as his hands graze her body on their way down and over her buttocks to the back hem of her dress.
She looks at him and smiles and whispers, "Daddy, do it.... You know how much your little girl needs it baby...."
The lights have been turned off. The room is softly lit from just the lights of the city outside their window and from the warm glow that comes from the many softly burning candles this romantic and feminine woman has placed in different spots around the room and on either side of the huge king-size bed that dominates the room. It is a bed covered with a silken cream-colored comforter and a soft mountain of pillows. The candles fill the room with their seductive aromas and enhance the sexy mood that she has strived to create. She has spread soft pink and red rose petals across the bed and over the pillows.
The man, whose lips haven't left hers and whose large hands have by then lifted the back of her dress up and over her cute, tight, sexy ass has slowly moved his hands back down to slide over her perfectly round butt cheeks and is forcefully pulling her groin tight up against his own. His hunger and need have ignited her own and her hands have gone up behind his head and she has wrapped her fingers, with their long and softly painted nails, into his hair and is pulling his lips and mouth tighter against her own.
It is as if she wants to devour him completely and take him into her body through her mouth. She is softly sucking on his lips and biting them and running her hot tongue against them and then forcing and snaking it into his open mouth, urging him to do more to her, to kiss her harder, to bite and chew on her lips, to pull her body tighter to his, molding it against the hard angles of his chest, stomach and groin - to squeeze it up against his own, to take her, to ravage her the way she hungers and yearns to be ravaged by her man..... penetrated deeply and forcefully, fucked hard and repeatedly and with an urgency that nature can't be stop.
He bends down and taking her in his strong arms he lifts her up and carries her to their sensuously soft, lover's bed. This couple who are so much in love and who are so hungry for each other are locked in an embrace that would shock any of her family members if they saw her grinding her own pelvis back up against his. The lewdness of the act is more pornographic in its intensity and need than anything her mother or father could ever imagine coming from her. He is pushing her down into the softness of the bedclothes with all of his strength and she knows he is getting ready to mount her and take her and own her the way she so longs to be taken, mounted and owned.
The man has undone the back zipper of her dress and is slowly pulling it down off her shoulders and then off her arms and off her body until she is lying beneath him wearing only her lace top black stockings, her matching bra and lacey, see-through boy-short panties and 5" high, thin stiletto-heeled black and gold high shoes. Her subtly blond and red streaked dark brown hair covers her brow and drops down off one eye and is spread out against the whiteness of the bed cover. Her arms are outstretched on either side of her and she knows exactly what effect the sight of her musky brown, silky-smooth, hot, young, feminine body is having on her man. Here she is lying open and waiting to be ravaged by her older and more experienced lover.
She knows she is torturing him and smiles to herself at the thought that she is driving him crazy. She almost laughs just thinking about what his mind and body are going through as she silently teases him into a sexual frenzy. She knows it won't be long know before the aching emptiness of her pussy is filled with his throbbing and pulsing manhood. She knows that soon she will feel the ecstasy and mind- numbing thrill of being penetrated, slowly at first and then with increasing speed and urgency and depth and hardness by this hungry man and feeling the liquid love he deposits into her oozing its way back out.
She can barely contain herself as she contemplates what it will feel like as her body sends the signals she has been craving to her brain's cortex; signals that tell her to slow her heart beat down and enjoy every second of her slow rape because she is finally, after all these months, once again fulfilling her biological necessity: Which is to excite her man to his most feverish need and then to be taken and possessed by him.
She knows she needs to feel this submission and yet, paradoxically, she thrills at the thought that she can force this man to do anything she wants. She has spent the past 5 years of her life perfecting her looks so this man will give in to his desire for her and yet, she also knows that she has been waiting all that time to meet this special man who she is convinced will become her Master.
"Oh GOD.... I never thought I would want to be craved like a whore and yet... I do," she is thinking to herself.
"What am I doing? I don't recognize myself. I was raised to be a good, sweet, God-fearing person. Yet all I want to do is dress in a hot, enticing and sexy way and to make myself up and act like a common street walker, as provocatively as I can, just to seduce this man and make him mine, so that, perversely, I can give myself totally to him to rule me like a slave girl."
"Oh dear God... if he only knew how much I want and need him..."
She can't get over how strong this need to be possessed is that has taken hold of and is controlling her every action and thought, or just how much she knows she is going to enjoy this night. She has planned every minute of it in her mind for months and she is still feeling that it is all a bit unreal even though she knows it is finally happening: That she is finally being taken like the little bitch-girl she wants him to see her as..... by this love-starved, sex-crazed, gorgeous hunk of a man who has completely taken over her mind and heart and body.
The man sits up and looks down to take in the sight of this scantily clad, golden-skinned, sexy darling of a girl and can't believe just how erotic and desirable she looks in the new black lace lingerie he had taken her out to purchase when they went shopping for her dress and to lunch after his arrival. He smiles to himself as he remembers the look of mingled jealousy and wonder on the young shop-girl's face when it dawned on her that these expensive and beautiful things were going to be worn by the soft, slight, sweet, feminine thing standing up close to this very handsome older man. It felt to him as if that shop girl had looked at them and wondered at the injustice of the world: How could this delicate young thing have found the love of her life who would spoil and adorn her with sexy things and who came from half-way round the world just to be with his lover while she could only dream of such things happening to her dull life. Life seems so arbitray and so unfair the shop-girl must have realized.
The Main Act
The man was now on his knees between her wide-splayed, nylon-clad thighs. She lifted one leg and slowly lowered her calf onto his shoulder. Then she raised her other leg and lowered that calf onto his other shoulder. She gently rubbed the 5" spike of her gold metal stiletto heel against the rough unshaven whiskers of his cheek. She brought the black patent leather pointed toe of the fetish heel to his lips and slowly rubbed them back and forth and back and forth, making sure he could feel the slickness of the shiny patent leather and that he would smell the mixture of her perfumed toes and the heated leather.
"C'mon my hot and sexy sugar-daddy.... Your sweet little girl knows what her big baby boy needs..... Don't I daddy? Hmmmm??? Don't I???" the girl purred softly to her man.
"Babydoll, you know where it is.... Now don't you sweetie? You know what's waiting right here for you..... Hmmmm??? Your baby girl has what mommy doesn't have, right daddy? Yeah.... It's right here, right in front of your eyes daddy.... Oh God daddy, you know you need it.... You know you want it.... You know how to get it.... C'mon sweet sugar, mommy won't find out about us.... Mommy doesn't know where we are or what you need..... But your baby girl does, daddy... your baby knows exactly what you need and want and have to have...."
With these words she slowly moved the fingers of both hands to her thighs and he could hear the tell-tale scratching of her long, manicured, frosted gold painted nails as she lowered them with the most tantalizing little circles until they reached her bare thighs. Then she closed her heavily made-up eyes and began to moan as her fingernails traced their way down to the black lacey front panel of her panties.
Her fingers lowered down until they lay flat against her panty and the fingertips slid slowly down the Vee of her crotch to rest on the sensitive little purse of her sex while the palms of her hands came to rest against the most sensitive part of her being.
"Mmmmmm.... Oh God daddy.... I need your touch.... Daddy!!!! Please,,,,, touch me here daddy..... Kiss me daddy.... Take me baby"
With that she reached up and grabbed his hand only to bring it down to press against her hot and throbbing sex.
"Oh yeah, daddy, that's it huney.... That's what your little baby girl has needed for months... Why are you so mean to me??? Why do you stay away from me for so long when you know I am too hot to stay good???? You know what a hot and horny slut I am daddy.... You know how much I need a man.... A big, mature, horny, hot man with a huge cum-filled cock like you have babydoll.... Just like you sugar.... That's what your little girl needs.... And I know that's what daddy needs too.... You need what your baby girl has, don't you daddy??? Hmm??? Don't you need this daddy?"
Grinding her pelvis up against his trapped hand, the girl let out a mewling, guttural moan that stabbed the man to his core. Yes, he knew exactly what kind of a hot, horny, slutty but ultimately darling and loving and sweet bitch he had fallen in love with. What was he thinking staying away from her for so long? How could he NOT get back to her soft arms and long, silky legs and soft, tender, wet lips as soon as it was humanely possible?
"Here daddy... Don't you feel it baby?? Can't you feel how much your sugar needs you??? Huney, it's hiding right behind the silky soft front panel of my sexy little lacey boy-short panties.... Mmmmmm... yes... push down just like that daddy..... Oh God.... It feels soooooo good when you hold me like that..... Hehehehehehehe... Wasn't that little sales girls shocked daddy??? I loved the look in her eyes when I asked her to try the bra on for size..... Hahahahaha...."
The girl laughed softly as she felt her baby's fingers fold around her hot, hard, throbbing, tgirl cock...... "Mmmmm, yesssssssssss... daddy.... Feel that cock baby..... Feel how hot it is daddy.... Feel my balls sugar.... Yes... just like that.... Yeah.... Feel how bloated they are daddy??? Do you???? Can you feel just how much cum I have stored up in them for you babydoll?? Are you thinking about it daddy?? About how thick and slimey and gooey and sticky and viscous and steaming hot and slippery the cum that my little girls have been making just for you to feel spurting into your mouth so you can savor the taste and delight in the texture and slowly swallow down into your hungry tummy.... Are you daddy, baby?"
"I bet that shop girl wondered how much hotter I would look in this sexy lingerie than she would.... Didn't she daddy? Hahahahaha.... And I do look better and hotter and sexier than she ever could, don't I daddy?"
The man's eyes had glazed over with lust and longing for this vision of feminine beauty. His fingers and hands felt like they had minds of their own as they roamed all over her hard member and his fingers toyed with her super-sensitive glans and then moved up her taught, tight stomach to her soft, hormone-enlarged, dark brown-nippled tits that he had pushed up and over the top of her padded bra. He groaned out loud and lowered his mouth down to her and took first one and then the other tit into his mouth and closed his lips tightly over the jutting hardened nipple. First one and then the other.
The girl moaned and writhed beneath him, begging him to bite her harder and suck her deeper. She wanted to feel as if her tits were being swallowed whole all the down his throat... Oh god... She wanted this man to devour her.... To eat her.... To take her.... To use her.... To rape her.... To fuck her hard, over and over and over again until she creamed all over herself and all over him.... She wanted her lover to take her hot, throbbing member into his soft, wet, silky-smooth mouth, past his tight, milking lips and pump her with it until she erupted into him and he was forced to drink every last drop until she had no more cum left in her sweet soft, girlie-smooth, hairless ball- purse.... Until her ass had been impregnated by his seed and her hole was leaking his hot slimey, sticking, gooey, delicious man-cum after she had made him shoot it all out of his huge balls in long, liquid, ropey spurts.... Until her pussy was filled to overflowing with his seed; with his boiling white creamy spunk....
As the girl looked up at her lover through passion-hooded eyes, she was reminded again of her deepest needs that somehow he fulfilled. Five years earlier she had been a sweet, effeminate, submissive gay boy who had not yet even finished university. He had been excited and intrigued when received an email from a strange American businessman who had seen his picture on a personals website for people wanting to meet a lover. At the time, he hadn't even lost his virginity - though he had longed to get rid of it for years.... Had longed for a strong, horny, virile, heterosexual man to mount him and take him exactly the way a submissive bottom boy is supposed to be taken.... In his sweet and soft boy-pussy.... While he felt the muscled body of her man sweating and slippery in his arms and his nails felt his skin break as he dug them into his ass while humping him the way a man humps his bitch.... The way he needed and dreamed and longed to be humped and fucked.
But now, five years later she could no longer even imagine herself as a boy, leading a boring boy's life.... Not after she had been exposed to the thrilling power and excitement of what a soft, feminine, sexy tgirl could feel.... No. She recognized and admitted to herself that what that boy used to be was no-where near as exciting or as fulfilling or as sensuously thrilling as what she had allowed herself to become in the intervening time.
When the man first told the soft effeminate boy why he had contacted him, the boy was a bit surprised. Not because he hadn't wondered just how much fun it might be to turn into a fashionable, sexy, hot, seductive girl, but because he didn't have a clue that there were heterosexual men out there who hungered for and needed girlie boys..... Girls who looked and acted and seduced like women but who had that extra piece of hot, urgent, horny boyhood between their thighs.
And now that he had let himself enter this new world, he knew there was no way he could go back to being a boring boy.... He knew his destiny was to live out the rest of his life as the spoiled, gorgeous, pampered feminized partner to this amazingly virile man.
He had become She.... And she loved every minute of her transformation over the years.... Every piece of lingerie, every bottle of perfume, every hormone shot, every pill, every salon visit, every shopping trip, every pair of heels in his bulging closet, every diamond ring, every gold hoop earring, every tube of mascara and every session spent learning how to make herself up so she would look like the hottest fashion model imaginable. And she had to admit the truth of what he had told her that very first meeting when he had taken her virginity: That she would look MUCH hotter and sexier as a woman than she ever could as a boy. And she was thrilled at the feeling of seductive power she knew she had acquired.
She thrilled at knowing what the sight of her insistently hard and long, thin, perfectly shaped, smoothly bulbous throbbing piece of girlie-boy penis was doing to her lover as he gazed down at her and held it in his manly hand. She loved knowing that the combination of her exquisite hair and makeup, her tasteful and subtle jewelry, her expensive and classy choice of heels and dress, her sluttily feminine and peek-a-boo sexy lingerie, her gossamer thin, see-through nylon stockings sheathing her perfectly contoured legs and her heady, intoxicating perfume had done to her man.
One look at her after she emerged from doing her makeup and she knew she had him right where she wanted him: wrapped around her finger like a puppet.... Like a virile, sexy, manly puppet but still, just like having her own little puppet to play with and to perform for her... For her to toy with, to love and adore, to tease, to seduce and who she knew would bring her the pleasure her body craved and needed.
The man had slowly removed her panties and she was now lying spread-eagled out beneath him with the rampant hardness of her sex reaching nearly to her belly button. She smiled as she noticed the copious amount of pre-cum that had dripped down from the tip to puddle in her belly button hole. And as she watched her man bend over and slowly lick up every drop before sliding his lips down and over the soft, fleshy tip of her cock, she closed her eyes and savored the victory she had just enjoyed: Her man was now ALL hers.
His lips burned her, they were so hot.
"Oh Goooooood..... Yessssssss....." She moaned.
"Daddy.... Yes.... Do me.... Take me babydoll... Suck me huney.... Drink all my sweet girlieboy-juice down your throat.... Make me cum baby....."
But just as she felt her balls starting to move up into her body cavity as they got ready to pump out her slippery spunk.... Just as she felt the beginning of a massive and overwhelming orgasm starting to form in the pit of her stomach.... Her daddy had stopped sucking her and was moving up to kiss her hard, jutting nipples and then onwards up to kiss her bronze-tinted frosted lips.
"Mmmmmm.... Oh God.... Oh yes..... that feels so incredible daddy.... I love the way you suck and bite my nipples.... No one has ever made me feel so alive and so sexy.... Daddy... Baby.... You make me feel every cell of my body... Oh God, daddy, I love it.... More babydoll... More.... Unh... unh.... FUCK!!!!!!"
His thick, fat, big-headed monster of a cock had just slipped past her sphincter and she could feel every millimeter of his tool as it slipped slowly up into her rectal cavity. She arched her back and pressed her tits up against his hairy chest. She grabbed the hair at the back of his head and dug her nails into his scalp as she pulled his face down to hers and almost chewed his lips off of his face.
"Oh fuck.... Oh yessssss..... Oh GOD.... I need that baby.... Oh FUCK ME.... Daddy... FUCK MEEEEEEE...."
She was filled to the max. She could feel every inch of his burning, pulsing, thrusting manhood as it slid in and out of her lubed super- sensitive pussy. She had dreamt of feeling like this again ever since the last time he had fucked her.... And she could barely stand it.... She knew that she would be spewing her own slippery babyjuice all over her tummy within a few more strokes of his cock. No other man... no short, horn-trimming quickie with some uncaring, insensitive asshole.... no sordid, fevered, passion-satiating fuck with some anonymous male had ever or would ever make her feel so loved , so fulfilled, so needed, so completely powerfully and totally possessed as this man made her feel.
His cock was hitting her prostate exactly the way she had dreamt it would.... Over.... And over... and over.... On each thrust... in and out... in and out.... IN AND OUT...and she could feel herself slipping into that mind-numbed state of being where nothing else in the world mattered.... Nothing else was important... nothing else could prevent her from reaching her goal...
"Yes.... Huney... lover... I'm cumming daddy.... Oooooh... here it is daddy.... Unh...unh.... Unh.... Can you feel it babydoll? Can you??? Oh fuuuuuuuuuck...."
And as wave after wave after wave of passionate pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being, she felt his huge, pussy-filling member, thrust one last time up into her being and begin to pump out the millions and millions and millions of baby-making spermies. She slumped down and felt like she was melting into the sheets... Her mind had separated from her body and she smiled with a contentment and a love she only ever felt when she was in the arms of her man, after having been taken and possessed the way a woman only can be. Oh how she loved this man.
And what gave her the most pleasure of all, what made her smile and purr with happiness and soul-satisfying warmth was the knowledge that tomorrow they would be moving into their new home to live as man and wife for the rest of their lives.... For all eternity.... He was her man.... And she was his woman.... Husband and wife... As God ordained.