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"You've got to be bullshitting me!" I felt my blood boil, as Andrew Carnegie was, one of my favorite historical icons. Not only was he self made, coming from Scotland to the United States as a little boy, his foundation had partially paid for my college degree. The man was known for billions of dollars going to philanthropic endeavors, building libraries for all, along with helping people learn proper English. Yet Daphne smiled, actually smirked with a look of self righteous and ego that bothered me to the core. Yet she had challenged my assertions of the man, and I couldn't fathom it one bit. The wine we were drinking almost fermented my palate, although I have to admit, some despite the animosity of Daphne's logic, administration to her knowledge. Here I was at one of the best steakhouses in Georgetown, a ritzy part of DC, sitting across from a beautiful but feisty transgender woman. In the nations capital, no one batted an eye, although it was hard to tell that Daphne wasn't the traditional lady. Guys of every age and economic bracket's eyes, were all over here that evening. Men's wives glared at them, but they probably had to admit she was scorching. Of all the attributes that turn me on, intellect is the one, that makes me sizzle like none other. Although frustrated, I smiled finally, as a Google search made what she had told me real. Authentic as the Gucci belt logos that surrounded us, as we were in a booth, in the dimmed out dining room. A swanky, quiet place had just disturbed my inner peace, as Daphne shocked me with her knowledge of this famous and internationally known man. Sure it had been years since his death, but you could see and hear Carnegie at all sides of the globe. There were colleges, bridges, and other places named after him. Plus he helped the union during the civil war! Yet I had to take a deep breath. My Italian passion was thicker than water, and in every strand of the DNA, molecular DNA/RNA changes were happening. One could only see these with scientific equipment. Damn Daphne looked good explaining facts.
As she sat across the table from me, with her red hair and green eyes in that yellow short skirt, I had to smile looking back at life a bit. Now 35 with a successful mortgage firm, I had defied low expectations to bring in millions a year, and to have a number of people employed. At the beginning there were a lot of sleepless nights, but now in my Armani suit and red tie, I was living quite comfortably. My focus had been laser like, by both investing smartly in the stock market, and building a well heeled group of clients. I had early days of scraping pennies together, 18 hour work days, but now as the owner and CEO, had my own luxury box at the Capital Center. I was indeed lucky, although every dollar or accomplishment, was earned the honest way. My ethics were well respected in this competitive industry, and I was always honored to, help out in community projects when possible. Was some of this due to the philanthropist, who paid my college, or had I just not forgotten my humble roots in upstate New York?
Daphne was on point though. Andrew Carnegie had dubious connections with JP Morgan, who had helped him bring in Pinkerton men. These security or "thugs" was a better way to describe them, busted up many faces of striking railroad workers. Carnegie apparently showed no mercy, breaking up those fighting for higher wages and safety regulations. They weren't that big of a change either. Pinkerton's were vicious. These big men punched, kicked, and possibly even eliminated labor leaders. There was some conjecture on that, but as Daphne explained it, this was a distinctive possibility. For intimidation and toeing the line, it made sense for Carnegie to sanction this through another party. I shook a bit, thinking of this violence, and mused if we had changed so much in our progressive actions.
What really shocked me, was the Johnstown Flood. Yet evidence showed countless innocent people, in this town of Pennsylvania, did die or lose everything due to Andrew Carnegie's actions. Apparently he had a hunting and fishing club, and demanded the dam be "fixed" to his liking. This led to massive structural collapse, and water washing away people and dreams of unspeakable magnitudes. How to reconcile a man who gave away so much, yet showed no compassion or responsibility to people? It was a bitter pill to swallow, yet despite being disgusted, I was mesmerized more by what Daphne had taught me. Her bright red hair, freckles, and bosom had me feeling frisky. Those green eyes literally had me hypnotized by her presence, and we did hold hands at the restaurant. It felt good our fingers interlaced. My tall frame and her small manicured nails that were painted yellow and green to match her ensemble, drove me crazy to put it kindly. This plus her intellect made me desire her even more, and soon I had settled up the bill, and we had returned to my penthouse condo in Van Ness.
My driver Charlie was at the front door, and he opened up the car to us, as we sat on the leather seats together. As the Mercedes rolled smoothly down the less than pristine DC streets, Daphne and I kissed holding hands. Charlie had been my driver for years and had seen it all. This older man had grown up in the slums of the Bronx, and had been called everything terrible, along with having a dysfunctional family that made others look normal. Yet he never judged me, and he probably spotted Daphne's Adam's apple, despite everything else including her sensual perfume screaming out feminine. Charlie had seen me with other transgender women, and although he never brought it up, this married man and father of three seemed curious about them. He was exceedingly polite to my ladies, and they all had enjoyed his charm and quick wit.
Daphne and I wished Charlie a "nice evening," as we arrived back at the building. The doorman Andrew was on duty, and he greeted us with his cherubic smile and baritone voice. Finally after a ride on the elevator, I opened the door to my lair. This was on the twentieth floor, and was a spacious house, with a view of the national zoo and the rest of downtown DC. Years ago I had purchased it for $2 million, and Zillow now had it listed for $5 million. Another good investment. Daphne wanted to sit on the balcony, and "take in the sights." This was her favorite part of my house, as she had a thing for watching the sun disappear in the west. Holding hands on the couch, we drank more red wine together. Her smile was irresistible, as was that perfume that caught me into feeling loopy, as were those green eyes with those eyelashes that screamed beauty. She really was good looking, petite, and at only 5'6 perfectly sized for hugs and much more than that. We had been seeing each other for three months, and she was my favorite of all.
We finished that bottle of high end reserve together. She excused herself, and came back in wearing bright red lipstick, along with a mischievous look that told me "it was time." Like two finely tuned pianos we kissed, and I could taste the layer of lipstick, inhaling her perfume, as our tongues danced in perfect unison. On the living room sofa we made out, and I touched her soft legs, taking her high heeled shoes off. I loved the sound they made hitting the wooden floor, and our kissing was igniting my libido, making my cock and balls ready for some steamy action that had to be fed. Without hesitation I picked up Daphne, held her in my arms, kissing her. She looked so good, and that smile with those white pearls made me more of an animal. I liked how her hands felt on the back of my neck, as she tussled my hair.
In the king bed we continued kissing, and I didn't bother closing the blinds. If someone saw us from the building over, so be it as my mission was to absolutely deliver passion to this lovely lady with a twist. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, her feet going up and down my back. I took her yellow skirt and blouse off, and oh yes she was wearing a green bra with the same colored panties. As usual with the blood in my body changing from one brain to the other, she helped me get her bra off. Her 34 B breasts weren't huge, but they felt good in my hands. I caressed them while kissing her neck. Her high octave voice let out a purr, as my tongues went around her nipples. They were so sensitive. Also they were hardening, and I liked her washboard like stomach, which I kissed before reaching into her tight green panties.
That shaved cock was humble but beautiful. She had the nicest set of balls to, and the reddish white hue made me desire gobbling her up which I did with authority. Her sweet taste in my mouth. Seeing her rise up and down, that huffing and puffing of her labored breathing. The softness of her legs as I took her penis into my mouth, and used as much saliva as I could. Her eyes looked into mine, glowing as I knew I was hitting her love spot with the desired results. She smiled even more, as I sucked her toes and at the same time, fingered her rear end so as to prime the pump. She was one cute little thing, and I knew I was in trouble when I saw the hair band go on.
My toes curled as she went down on me ferociously. My green boxers went flying, and she had my eight inches up and down in her silky lips, making me lose track of time and place. Her slurping noises made me even hornier, and when she said "you like my sucking your cock," I about lost it. She had magical fingers and that tongue and mouth. Watching my precum on her made me even more heated. She was literally swallowing my penis like a Hoover vacuum, and I touched her breasts, which made her more determined to get me off. Yet I knew where I'd explode as did she, and while she may have not been a biological female, I was going to impregnate her with my thick trails of sperm that were stirring up in my testicles.
Soon I was inside her, from the side and behind her. I held her feet with vise like grip, along with stroking her silky smooth legs. Our hands also gripped each other, and our collective moans were extraordinarily loud. Oh yes we made passionate love, and soon she was on top of me. We kissed, and I felt her breasts and balls up. Oh yes she was so hard, as I felt her tighten up. Our clicking sounds in the bedroom, along with our moans of unspeakable pleasure were the only noise. The heat wasn't up but it was, as we sizzled connected in one mission of pleasing each other. I loved how her nails went through my chest hair, and I didn't wince when she left marks there as the intensity sprang up to new atmospheric conditions that were unprecedented.
The bed creaked slightly as I took her from behind. That succulent bootie was so nice as I gripped it, watching my penis disappear in that ass all the way. Pulling on her hair, spanking that rear end. Having my way with Daphne was truly amazing, and the rhythm we had was something unknown. My cock slathered in her, and she screamed, as I used all of my well developed hip and leg muscles to deliver my eight inches in all the way. Soon her back buckled, and I could feel the tension in her hair that I grabbed, as she climaxed all over the bed. Her hollers and waves of pleasure got to me. Oh yes there's physical mental and emotional intensity in sexual liaisons, but now my brain was overloaded by signals.
It was if I became a command module, who's lights were all lit up at one time. Going back and forth, seeing the bottom of her sexy feet, I couldn't hold much longer. Biting my gums, the sensation of blood coming out was felt, and soon that familiar taste. My eyes closed and I grabbed her hips with my vise grip hands, breeding her with gallons of my dna burrowing into her with tornado like force. Oh wow it was a whole body experience, as my balls emptied into her, and both of us shaking managed to kiss and hold each other. With cum all over the bed, the smell of our colognes, perfume, sweat, and hormones we fell asleep in each other's arms. Collapsing as this was the best way to be, as being with Daphne anywhere, was the greatest part of my manhood.