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MY DESTINY By Miss Bee
He uses his massive paws to grip my stocking clad legs and drag me across the bed on my back towards his waiting cock. The fuffy hem of my pink baby-doll is forced under my bum to gather as a clump around my waist, exposing my sex glands and confirming my T-gurl status. Lust encourages him to part my lifted legs, then pause to stare into the slot between my bum cheeks. I concentrate my vision upon the six inches of rigid masculinity that stands ready and waiting to fulfill my dream. The slight upward curve, the exposed veins, the pinky purple knob, the bead of precum in his slit hole confirm my status and ability to attract male attention.
Using great care, he places each of my stocking clad legs against the bare flesh of his chest. I look up to where my white stillettos point skywards, framing his grinning face. The excitement I see in his eyes convinces me that I need this more than he does.
I await my fate with heart pumping, mind racing and anal ring tingling. Manipulation of my emotions is what this man is good at. Claim, Use. Discard. The last part is not nice but I need the first parts too much to deny him the choices.
Today the stretch and burn when he claims possession is quite brutal. His cock appears to have no great reach but when he pauses to appreciate the heat that my rectum offers, the bulk of his shaft ensures that I feel possessed. Still not satisfied, he drags my slim frame against his hips more firmly, then holds me there in a vice like grip. The discomfort is exquisite.
My sphincter relays a gross expansion, my rectum a gross invasion, my mind a gross consummation. If domination was his need then he has certainly acheived it. The cheeky grin on his face confirms his accomplishment. He gazes down into my eyes, hoping to see his dominance reflected. I attempt to appear frightened but fear that my real passion is too raw to expose so I avert my vision upon his body. Broad shoulders, bulging muscles, curly black hairs, all prove his right to use my delicate hairless frame as his female. Such thoughts are fundamental to my feminine experience.
Annoyed by my apparent indifference, he begins to pleasure himself. Slowly at first as if he is scared of breaking his doll, but then building in intensity till I am truly being used. His fast acting piston creates friction which spreads a gorgeous warmth right through all the sensitive glands between my legs. Confirmation of my acceptance is exposed by my cock lifting to full rigidity and lurching in rhythm with each of his thrusts.
As his excitement builds, the physicality of his claim increases. I shift my vision to the tattoo of the serpent that encircles his right arm. Right now a serpent appears to be claiming possession of my very soul.
My sphincter seems to have relinquished it's natural function, allowing my vaginal substitute to accept the blatant intruder in almost total harmony. Almost.
I make a desperate attempt to neutralize my body's physical protests, concentrating my mind onto the fantasy of femininity. My brain interpretes every grunt, every blasphlemy, every hard thrust as confirmation of my role.
When he increases his speed, the fullness and heat within my rectum distorts my well practised feminine conservatism. "Oh yes baby, fuck me and fuck me hard!" I whisper to myself.
When he begins to squeal loudly, my heart rate rises dramatically. This is it. This is what I dream of when alone in my bed at night. Being used as a man's plaything is worth all the effort. Or is it?
My cock exposes my hidden passion now, straining skywards and bouncing free as if reaching for a tunnel of it's own.
I feel his body stiffen moments before his passionate call reaches my ears. "You fucking sexy bitch! You're making me cum!"
He grabs my hips, pulls me firmly against his and sinks his hard weapon into me even harder. Passion overcomes respectabilty and I verbalise my thoughts. "Oh yes baby, fuck me and squirt your hot cum into me!"
His grin warns that he appreciates my offer. He grips my hips harder and plungers into me as if possessed by rage. His cock becomes like a rod of hot steel. Yet now my rectum appears to clutch at the intruder. It's as if it is pleading for a rush of hot liquid to extinguish it's fire.
I hang tight to my dream and await my fate. Everything burns down there. When he begins grunting and squealing louder, I sense my wish approaching. His swearing becomes eratic along with his thrusting.
"Fuck! Fuck! You bitch...Ar... Fuck! Ar...You bitch! You fucking bitch! Ooooo!"
Each stroke of his cock seems to trigger a mini convulsion somewhere deep within my bottom. I attempt to encourage the real thing but once again I fail. But never mind because now he is worth watching. His face glows red, droplets of sweat gather on his furrowed brow.
I loose my patience. "Cum in me you big bastard!"
He screams something unintelligible, then grips my body without respect. His cock appears to have grown bigger. Harder, stronger, longer. I feel truly possessed.
I watch his face contort. His control falters. I see his eyes flash. I have him!
I feel his body jump and stagger against me. His eyes bulge as his glands begin the unstoppable convulsions.
"Yes!" I squeal.
"You fucking sexy bitch!"
He staggers, jumps, swears and shoots. Free of the tension, his eyes sparkle even better through his second and third convulsions. He shakes violently, staggers against me then pumps further shots of seed into the upper reaches of my rectum.
A beautiful warm sensation washes over me but it's not due to the hot cum which now lies within my body. I am a transvestite and this is my destiny!
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