Wow does Savannah Thorne get me off. 5'11, Brazilian with a athletic body and sensual brown eyes, perhaps my favorite Transgender adult movie star. What I wouldn't do to spend time with Savannah, but sadly this is reality, as this story is a work of fiction. Savannah somehow if you read this please know you light my fire, and hearing you whisper in Portuguese to me, would be a dream come true. Please help nifty if you can financially. Any donations help, as this is a LGBT site for everyone. Thank you and all the best. Terry "That's some hand cannon!" The range master hadn't seen many Glock 31's, as they hadn't been manufactured with love from Austria, for several years before being discontinued. The .357 sig caliber never caught on, and a lot of this was the price per round cost. One of the main law enforcement agencies who used it, were the Texas Rangers, and as we know "all is bigger in Texas." These narrowed down .357 magnum to auto pistol rounds were nasty, and it was my primary defense weapon on duty and off. Owning and operating my security company, I allowed my officers to use what they liked, provided they qualified for it through the proper state agencies. Most of my guys and gals liked 9mm or .45, but I was partial to the .357 sig and it's boom factor. The energy and penetration power alone were astounding, and when protecting clients or myself from threats, this was what I chose to go down with.
Another impressed range master, and two hundred rounds of practice ammo from my magazines. My accuracy was on the dial, and it always was zen like, to squeeze the trigger and put holes through the paper. As cliche as it may be, there's something about the scent of gunfire, and the sounds that make me content. Some went fishing, others played the guitar to relax. My method was just different, plus it kept me sharp between the ears, as so much with defensive tactics is muscle memory. Don't lose it, use it so you can keep you skill set at standards.
The past year had me more in the ownership role, and lately I had bogged down by payroll work. My clerk had left for another company, and while interviews for qualified candidates was coming up, I hope to find someone who would do an adequate job. It was peace of mind to know the books were balanced, my folks were getting paid, and the IRS was getting its share too. Thankfully I had enough understanding to get it done, but I smiled thinking of how nice it would be, to turn these responsibilities over to someone else. Also I had hired more employees, as business picked up after the pandemic. Employee background checks and interviews were time consuming. Upon returning to my office, I got another cup of coffee, and gave my German Shepherd Roxy another biscuit. She was now 8, and showing some grey, but my best friend and loyal completely. As I petted her, I grinned thinking of her pinning a former employee who broke in the office, until the sheriffs department got there last year. She definitely was great, and I decided to take her on a walk around town. Plus there was an ice cream store, that offered desserts for dogs along the way.
As Roxy and I did our usual sojourn, I witnessed a man grabbing a woman in front of the bank. He then smacked her in the face, and she fell to the sidewalk, with tears and a bloody lip. Incensed and knowing that the cameras were active, I said "Atacka." Russian for attack. Roxy moved in on this man who's face was red with rage, that soon became white as German Shepherd jaws disabled his arm from being used again. I asked a citizen to call 911, and put my foot on this jerk offs other hand. A couple of good samaritans attended to the lady, who kept just crying and repeating "my husband, my damn husband! With the scene in chaos right now, I obviously wanted to help her more, but I was trained to watch this knuckleheads hands that were thankfully owned by Roxy and me. Sure enough two squad cars and an ambulance showed up, as did witnesses.
The first officer, I knew that bald head well. That was Sergeant Green. Mike was a great guy, and I reminded him when he retired, that my company would be thrilled to have him. Twenty plus years of police work, 4 in the marines, and a shitty golfer made him my type of guy. Mike had Roxy and I get off the perpetrator, as EMTs worked on her facial wounds, and then this idiots hands, under the close observation of a third officer to arrive. Eventually this excuse of a human being was charged with assault and battery of his wife, who got some extra support from the Victim Services Unit. Mike thanked Roxy and me for a "job well done." He had to suppress a smile as he quietly said, "now I'll have to put you fuckers in the incident report." That of course meant most likely I'd be appearing at court as a witness, but that's what decent folks are willing to do. On my desk was the famous quote from Edmund Burke, "All that it takes for evil to prevail, is for good men to do nothing."
Back to our jaunt, Roxy and I stopped in for our ice creams. As usual Marcel the owner wanted to pet her, although a few months ago he saw her in a training session. He still couldn't believe this friendly dog could go from family teddy bear to machine with my "work mode" command. Yet Roxy did and it was nice to see respectful children asking permission to pet her. "Of course!" She always got their attention, and although some parents looked at her impressive size, most soon saw love of the highest order. They knew that their sacred little boys and girls were completely safe with her, and wow did she sometimes put up with a lot, but so gentle and understanding. It's a shame dogs are better than humans, with unconditional love and just real from the heart compassion.
Admittedly my years in the army military police had changed me. The same with combat. My blue eyes and receding brown hair, as well as scars from bullet strafing were permanent reminders. Sometimes my nightmares would cause me to wake up, or I'd start crying thinking of fallen soldiers I had been with in great times and war zones. Yet here I was just me Terry Green, a 6'3 business owner in a respectable profession, doing protective security and some investigations for business clients. It was an honor to be Rotary Club Member of the Year. I wasn't too much into accolades, but it was an honor to sponsor an underprivileged baseball team, along with create fishing day for youth to get involved in this sport. These made me feel good, as seeing kids smile, made up for the long hours and admittedly fortuitous earnings. I was a lucky man indeed.
A lot of my clients noticed, the pictures of my kids on the wall. I was the proud dad of a son and daughter, now in college, and both of them had bright futures. Sadly my ex wife divorced me during a deployment, but this wasn't uncommon. I was gone for long periods of time, and perhaps the youth events, were subconscious ways to make up for what I had missed at home. Due to having ordinance experience in the military had its advantages, but guess who was always sent around the world, with my service dogs for 16 hour days? Climates could be cold as hell to torrentially hot, with sand, jungles, or urban areas. Thankfully my kids understood, and even dealing with my ex wife had transformed a lot. We weren't really close married, more like associates, but now she, her second husband and I, would regularly have board game nights. Some would find this awkward, but it worked out well, especially when the young adults were back from their respective universities.
Due to hours worked, I didn't date much, and was most likely to experience sexual relief, by watching transgender porn. In my formative years I had sex with men and women, but always wanted a transgender gal to make love to with passion as the videos on porn sites made me extremely hard. For awhile saw a cross dresser, and did enjoy passionate sex. Jenny as she was known did too, as my strong build, blue eyes, masculine features and 8" of thick fun have what it takes to satisfy. Yet I mostly was into work, training my officers and myself, as security operations were my marriage and obsession. That was my comfort zone, and I had a class to teach this week, with all my employees for compliance reasons. The state always wanted these done, and as this was pepper spray and handcuffing techniques, the insurance company was for once helpful. Thanks to my compliance officer registration with the state, I didn't have to hire anyone, but teach my folks what to be doing. Uniform standards are important, and even more so, after some of the awful events of 2020 and 2021.
Class went well. My thirty employees were all sharp. I had no worries among my 23 men and seven women staff, and made it known that I appreciated their solid work by getting a good catered lunch for them. As most of them were veterans and police officers, they knocked out the requirements with ease. Yet this didn't mean we couldn't tweak a few things, and I had one of my veterans of the company, set up scenarios for them to go through. It was nice seeing everyone, and Roxy got a lot of extra TLC during breaks. After wishing all a good week, I went to my office, and noticed an email from a client that always paid handsomely. It was agent Thomas Devlin, who represented mostly adult film stars, but also some folks trying to catch breaks from Bollywood to Hollywood. Apparently one of his customers was in town next week, faced several threats, and was in need of my services. I replied to Dave "I'll call you tomorrow, to go over the arrangements." It was getting late, and Roxy and I walked back to our house. Only a mile away, I chose to go on foot daily, as it helped me keep in shape. Plus it was another way of watching my 6, as I never took the same route.
Waking up with Peet's coffee, and some cereal with fruit, I watched the news. Then checking my cellphone for messages and emails, I saw Thomas's one again. Although still waking up, I called him and it went to voicemail. As per tradition I left one, and noticed that my morning wood wasn't alleviating on it's own. The bulge in my boxer shorts was standing straight up, so I turned on the shower, jerking my hard penis that was shaved off. It took a little while, but finally my strong arms beat the sperm out of my low hanging balls. All of the evidence went down the shower drain. Yes I still was very male, and the shower afterwards plus beating my meat, helped me to regain my focus where it needed to be. As I put on my tactical pants, my phone rang. It was Thomas, so I answered with my company name and given name. He was as usual intense, probably from his cocaine habit, and told me an interesting offer. Thomas was willing to pay me $15,000 this week, to watch one of his clients around the clock. This had to be good, I mused as all of a sudden I heard "transgender porn star." That caught my attention more than the cash.
Calming down Thomas took effort, but apparently he wanted me, to protect a transgender film star that was represented by him. I wasn't familiar with the name Savannah Thorne, but I accepted the contact to begin tomorrow. Savannah was to stay at my house, had been under threat from an ex lover and a family member going the extortion route, and he had federal and local authorities investigating the matter. After receiving his fax and wired $15,000, Thomas and I made an appointment for 1 pm today to go over my clients protection. They and Thomas were responsible for everything else.
After the unique phone call, well it always was with Thomas, I did a Google search. According to this, Savannah Thorne was smoking hot. There were pictures, videos, and this 5'11 Brazilian vixen was very feminine. Looking at the photos I couldn't believe not a biological woman, but the videos confirmed nice tits and a good looking cock. She definitely was gorgeous, and I'd have to pinch myself, to maintain my professional demeanor for the week. Watching the videos got me hard, but I resisted the urge, and took Roxy for a walk and then lifted some weights.
Got the guest room next to my master bedroom set up. That was a cinch as I had a professional service do this. All in there was a CCTV system to me and devices, a concealed firearm with a passcode if I felt comfortable with the client, and a nightstand. The bed was just a twin, but it was cozy with the picture of John Paul Jones and the famous "Surrender " moment of history. I had always admired his bravery, and he was basically the founding father of the American navy. Both my brother and sister had served in this branch, giving rides to crayon eating marines to and from different ports. The lock was set to my passcode and also a retina scanner, that could be programmed for the protected or my baby blues.
After lunch Thomas came over. I got him a Heineken as well, although he definitely drank only top shelf lagers from Ireland. Definitely a snob with beer, wine, and cigars. Apparently my Rocky Patels weren't good enough for him, but that left more 5x50 robustos for me. Roxy as usual maintained a tight watch, from her dog bed that, looked liked it might need to be replaced. For whatever reason she bit into it during sleep. Guess dreams or nightmares. Yet I always wondered if Thomas irritated her, as she wasn't too interested in him being there.
The usual give and take briefing sessions. Apparently Savannah`a ex boyfriend was looking for her, after she had broken up with him. After punching his name in the computer, a little Hispanic guy popped up. Well dressed, 5'7 at most, and looked like he never did a hard days work in his life. While he did have a few minor felonies in the past for financial crimes, that didn't mean he couldn't get access to a firearm or knives. Criminals don't follow laws. There were some photos of text messages he sent Savannah, and some were fairly polite. Others threatened her with bodily harm, if she didn't return to him. Reading the comments and going through the thread matrix, nothing leaped out at me as concerning. Plus he was currently checked in to a city 300 miles west. He had never apparently been to my area, and I put his risk as "over emotional low."
The brother of Savannah was more concerning. He was sending her vicious emails from San Paulo, that threatened her parents with violence, unless she wired him significant amounts of money. He did have some gang associates, and this group ruled the villas there with an iron fist and worse. They literally did savage acts in the barrios, and I was familiar with some of them, as I had fought one on behalf of a client several years back. I was relieved when customs picked up what I did to him, and extradited him immediately back. Yet who knows, could him or other goons be in on her brothers plot? From what Thomas told me, the Brazilian authorities were looking for this brother for questioning and possible arrest. Knowing how their reputation was, they were probably being paid off by the gang, and chances are this asshole brother was in the clear. I was relieved to hear that mom and dad had been relocated temporarily, so that part of the matrix was handled. Savannah was to arrive at 1900 hours. With that I explained my rules for this week, which food suppliers were allowed, and that this client was to follow my instructions. This seemed to be straightforward, as Thomas said that Savannah would absolutely comply, and had a gentle demeanor. Easy clients made my money seem better, difficult ones led to antacids, so this should be a good week. I alerted my team leader that he was in charge of operations for the week, and to only call me for emergencies.
I hit the weights a bit more, closed the blinds, and got Roxy out for a quick jog. Showered, put on a polo with khakis, and checked my Glock 31. Loaded with one in the chamber and ready to go, and made sure my armory downstairs was amply stocked. The AR's were in the ready position, as were tasers, OC spray, and the 12 gauge that I absolutely loved. It would fire buckshot hard and fast. Good luck to anyone messing with that, or my Gerber knives that I carried. What was most dangerous was having black belts in five martial arts, and instincts that were honed in by experience. Also I had panic buttons to alert my team, and they knew that this, would be a real life or death emergency. Other devices and alarm systems were ready, so I looked at the television and waited.
Sure enough Savannah was on time, and did she look better in person, than any high resolution quality photographs or video. It wasn't my first rodeo of keeping my professional distance, but as we shook hands I noticed the warmth, and the smile from Savannah said it all. As a reader of faces, I put that thought out of my mind, and got her driver to secure her luggage and tiny Yorkie named Tessy. Great for Roxy and me. Roxy did come over, and had almost a smirk on her face when Tessy growled at her. Savannah was worried about her "beloved pooch," and I agreed to allow a dog walker from a company I knew, handle the outside activities. The guy in charge of walks was none other than a former Army ranger who was as gruff as could be expected, and I had to hide my laughter when I called him up. As usual Thomas forgot something, but his agency would be paying my rather grumpy sentinel who had to deal with Tessy.
Savannah sat with me at the dining room table, signing the various legalese forms for liability releases. The insurance company would need these, and damn her perfume was distracting me. Actually those brown sultry eyes, we're getting me fired up, and legs like Tina Turner has but far longer. She was wearing high heels so almost to my 6'3, and her black skirt and red top hid, what I knew to be some voluptuous breasts and a nice cock. One couldn't tell if they looked, as her hands were very lady like. Obviously Savannah took good care of herself, and went in for expensive manicures and the like. With her green eyelashes and bright red lipstick, this was going to be a difficult assignment. I quickly went back to tactical mode, despite her licking her lips, and tussling her long hair that went past shoulder length.
The first evening was uneventful, as Savannah was indeed a cinch as a client. No unreasonable requests like exact temperatures, certain types of filtered water, or anything else that celebrities had tried with me before. She had that thick Brazilian English that was sultry and seductive, but mostly we went over how my protection detail worked, and she was fine with staying secured in my house. It wasn't huge but it had a few surprises I told her about, while others were held back for confidentiality reasons. It's a compartmentalized world. She enjoyed the salmon and vegetables I cooked, and was happy with the red wine I had for us.
At first she seemed tentative. The first couple days she was, as quiet as the church mouse, but with time opened up to me. She told me what it was like growing up in San Paulo, and the abuse she used to endure for acting like a girl. I was respectful of course, but asked "when did you know you were female, despite being born biologically a male?" "Ever since I was little." Savannah was lucky to have despite the irresponsible scumbag brother, wonderful parents who supported all of her decisions. Her favorite aunt Paulina, had helped in the transformation process, with hormonal treatments and eventually plastic surgery. Also we discussed our love of soccer, and it was nice to meet someone as intelligent and interesting on falconry. Not too many of us were left, but growing up, and was into this passion.
Savannah had a lot of questions for me. Due to the nature of the job, I was vague on my answers. At first I thought she "bought them," but on the third day together she went off. It had been awhile since I had witnessed this display of emotion. Definitely something else. Savannah`s skin tone changed, and I was berated for not being open enough. For concealment. This was not expected, and while I wanted to be on a Caribbean beach somewhere, I started laughing as did Savannah. "You're right, I've been trying to stay professionally detached." That smile and eyes of her had worn me down, and now crumpled up to a degree, I felt her hand gently go up and down my face. Was this happening? Sure enough I sat there and it seemed to have a calming effect. Then I heard words that would instantly ignite me. "You have no wife or girlfriend, but I can tell you desire me." This was a gut punch, and Savannah had me reeling like a boxer, taken aback by a cataclysmic force. I was a man yes, but it was my job to keep her safe. That couldn't be possible by letting my guard down. I explained to her "I've got to go, as your protection is paramount." Seeing those lips pursed like that drove me batty, but vigilance was required. With Brazilian gangs looking for her and family, there's nothing that will stop them. Years ago I had dealt with them, and this was in the frontal lobe part of my brain. Maybe it was the reptilian part.
They had stabbed my sentries without being noticed. I was in Honduras, protecting a money laundering specialist, set to testify against them. He was asleep and my guys alarms went off, to show that instead of being vertical they were horizontal. Both at the same time, I knew to get my man in the locked vault room, and prepare for violence. Instincts kicked in as all of my lights on voice command went off, and I took a position at the 9 o clock spot from the door. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes were hours. All of a sudden there was crashing woof, and I dropped the guy knocking it down with two rounds center mass. My alarm for backup went off with my voice command, and another thug walked in. Noticing his comrade he knew he was fucked, and I guaranteed that with gunshots through his torso. Five minutes later I had more staff including Honduran federales. They were able to rescue one of my folks by airlifting him to a hospital, my other operator was pronounced dead. It fell upon me to tell his family. I felt horrible, and while I made sure his spouse and kids had all they needed financially and got psychological help, I was helpless and bitter. Johnny was a wonderful officer, man, and while my client was safe he was in a body bag. So unfair. I agonized and drank the pain. Never would I allow this to happen again.
Somehow I had a tenuous night of sleep. Tossing and turning, I awoke to the scent of coffee and breakfast foods. Savannah had brought me a meal in bed. No one had done that for me in years, and she certainly looked sweet in that red nightie. "I figured you'd be hungry." "Thank you." "You're welcome." She was bubbly and sweet. As I ate delicious egg omelettes and hash browns, I took a swig of the coffee. Full approval, and she said, "Terry I apologize if I pried you too much last night, just wanted to learn more about you." I thanked her for understanding, but at the same time decided to open up to Savannah. There was something pleasant and at the same time welcoming about her. One day I had caught her singing and dancing to pop music, and it was a happy moment, as I hadn't experienced too many of them. She was only 27, but very mature for her age.
As usual she watched movies, while I pumped iron in the fitness room. My phone pinged me. "Brazilians captured arrested, brother charged as well. Thomas" I smiled. As soon as I walked out of the room, Savannah jumped on me, and gave me a hug and said "Thomas just sent me the good news. Isn't this wonderful?" "Yes actually." Yet was there others out there, and until I got official word from the authorities, I was still skeptical. Yet a couple hours later my South American source came through. Arrests, in prison, off the street. Tomorrow Savannah's parents would be home, although they'd have two security personnel assigned to them for the to be determined time. I was elated, as for the next three days, I'd be vigilant but not walking the wire.
Food people brought dinner, and it was Savannah's desire to celebrate. We had vintage red wine, paired with delicious New York strips steaks and steamed vegetables. The tiramisu was delicious, and we actually had a very polite and whimsical conversation. She was able to extract more from me than anyone could, and I joked with her, that she must be a forensic psychologist for the CIA. Yet her smile and approachable nature were genuine, and she knew a lot about world affairs and history. Plus she looked so good with a orange top, a short black skirt, and that long hair that radiated electricity in the vicinity. She gave me some cheeses I had never heard of before in cubes, and these I agreed were very tasty. More red wine was had, and I didn't seem to realize we were on the couch.
She looked into my eyes, that warm touch on my face again, and we were kissing. Lips to lips the scent of them I'll never forget, and soon our tongues were wrapped up in a blanket of ecstasy. Her flowery perfume was so sensual, her orange fingernails wrapped with me, and soon I had her top off and was touching her firm perky tits. Oh yes I was rock hard, and I sucked her nipples, with those orange nails scratching my chest after my shirt got ripped off. All systems were go, as I took her dress off. Her soft and smooth pubic area in tight panties, she buckled as I pulled her cock out and played with her balls in the palms of my hands. Her feminine gasp and genitals in my fingers, oh yes this was so hot as I touched her smooth loins up and down. We kissed so aggressively, and soon she ripped my pants off, and her mouth took my sex in with both anticipation and lust.
Her mouth was a toaster on a pop tart melting experience. I couldn't believe the heat, the slobber, how my cock was hard like it hadn't been in years. Almost like she was singing to my member, the feeling of pleasure was all over my body. Pulling on her long hair, seeing her boobs and hard dick, and yet that silky smoothness. Her eyes screamed. I couldn't stop making eye contact with her, when my pupils weren't rolling to the back of my head. There are blowjobs and then are ones where your soul is sucked out, and Savannah was at that level. Slurping sounds, my balls in those luscious lips, oh yes my precum was going into that mouth. My dna on that tongue. Finally with my fingers digging into the sofa, I grabbed those feminine hands and took her to my bedroom.
Here on the plaid sheets we kissed, touched each other all over, and soon enough she took me in her mouth again. She was like a relentless Hoover, as never had I experienced a blowjob like this. On her side I touched her boobs, before moving down to that shaved cock and balls. Gently massaging them in my fingers I felt her body heat, and soon my fingers were in her ass. Oh yes she and I both were getting into it, and everything time, space, and matter stopped into a black hole of sexual symphonic eroticism. Every time my finger went further, I saw that sexy back quiver. When I grabbed that soft yet firm set of cheeks, she moaned with a sound of a rabid animal.
We were lost in a trance. Our lips sweat and soon cocks were rubbing together. Damn it felt so amazing, this closeness and also similarities. Yet her boobs on my hairy chest drove me crazier. All of this drive for both of us were good, and damn did I love being lost in her eyes, as the bed if it could speak would have quite the story. Her lithe features and eyes told me, that I was in for an experience of a lifetime, much like how a Concorde used to lift off at an unprecedented level at New York or London. Although feeling good, my balls were producing copious amounts of cum. It was like the factory turned on at once, and the end result was going to be inside Savannah.
Our hands interconnected. Our eyes together. Soon I saw her bend over, and in that sultry voice I heard "do me Terry, as I have to have you." I had to have her and that teacup sized ass was perfect. Round and so feminine, and that flowery scent filled my nostrils and brain with fuel for the bull unleashed in me. Sliding my penis against her hole she moaned, and soon I began inserting my eight inches of myself in. Seeing her look back and smile, my shaft was hard enough to cut a diamond. Mounting Savannah was an escape from reality, as her tight hot ass grabbed my penis like a sensual vise grip. It felt incredible. I was lost as I pounded away, watching my penis disappear and the sensation of sexual adrenaline all over.
We kissed as I had her ride me. Damn she had some nice calves, and I watched my dick slope up into her backside, and I played with her tits and cock. Shaved all over she was a woman in more ways than one, and our tongues reconnecting was thoroughly a rush. Hands together again, my large frame to her tiny size, both of us in full nudity and into each other. Her female watch, her necklace, all of this just made me more ravenous. Her feet had orange polish too, and I just remember a period of tranquility and heat that was like pounding away at a slice of Heaven.
Savannah touching my chest, and kissing my neck were truly remarkable. Also when she grabbed my balls i about lost it, mentally having to remind myself not yet. Soon I noticed her penis getting bigger. Bouncing on my abdominal muscles, white sperm flew out all over me as she howled so loudly and with gusto. Oh yes she was having an out of body like orgasm, and her arms and legs shook as the cum just flew out in even more droves. We kissed. She put her neck next to me and that perfume got my attention, and then she gently squeezed my nuts. The tension was like the Hoover Dam exploding, as my cum filled her tight hole that just grabbed my manhood, for what felt forever. My heart rate and sweat were unprecedented, and the kissing and her womanly moans were the most beautiful sound I had heard for so long.
We took a shower together, and fell asleep in each other's arms. For three days and nights we basically did each other non stop, only stopping to get food or Gatorade to restore ourselves. In so many years of doing what I did, this sexual experience was like an epiphany that just had to happen. As expected I was sad to see her go, but I had just been paid to get laid. We did exchange phone numbers, and promised to stay in touch, but I knew those lovely evenings were a mere diversion for both of us. Soon I'd be back at the range practicing, or going to another security conference in a major city. Yet thinking about it all, I smiled. "Paid to get laid" had a nice ring to it, and if out in California, I made a promise to hit her up for some romance and sexual liberation. Savannah will always have a special spot in my heart, and she was so sweet to even leave gourmet treats for Roxy. As we walked in the evening rain, it was I who was the lucky dog.