Walt Pt 02 A New Beginning

2005 24-25 yrs. Old

Ch. 1 - The first Date

I enjoyed being fucked hard, and occasionally, roughly. I even enjoyed mild 'discipline'. I could handle someone using a riding crop or belt on my ass for short periods. I was pretty freewheeling when it came to sex. I wanted it frequently. I experimented my new found gender freedom with as varied a group of sex partners as possible. I fell in love often. At least I thought it was love. But what I really wanted acceptance.

By the time my relationship with Silve and Miguel neared its end, I was looking for more. I just didn't know what!

Enter Walt.

I wanted Walt the first time I saw him. He was tall, rugged, and very good looking. And totally uninterested in me! He saw me as a spoiled teenager. He also knew I was Miguel's mistress. Miguel and Silve were secretly amused at my attempts to seduce Walt. Both were hoping I'd be suitably humbled, and more submissive, with his rejection. What neither expected was that I might succeed. Or that he would fall in love with me. With ME...of all people. Or that I would fall in love with him.

When Walt finally took me, it was rough! He had the biggest cock I'd ever taken: over eleven inches long, and over two inches thick, with a bulbous, baseball like head. He hadn't been with anyone since his wife left him several years earlier. I'd come onto him so hard, he couldn't help but take me. And take me he did. Hard. Very Hard. He was unleashing several years of pent up sexual frustration. At this point he didn't care that he was fucking a transsexual. He used me several times that first night.

He moved in with me while he was doing the work in Miguel's apartment. Once he grew comfortable with the idea I was just a different type of woman, he opened up to me. Our frantic sex became gentle lovemaking, with him considerate of my desires and feelings. He was interested in me as a person. He listened to me, laughed with me instead of at me. He was disappointed when our time together ended. And so was I.

Silve was no fool. She saw the burgeoning romance and did what she could to quash it. She and Miguel had other plans for me. Dark plans. She convinced Walt to brutally fuck me, hoping I would think he was just like all the others; using me, then discarding me.

I actually enjoyed him taking me that hard, but hated being left tied when he went away. I was more upset with him not calling!

I later found out he felt he had brutally raped me. He'd unleashed a side of him he never knew existed: a side he didn't like. He was afraid for me. He didn't understand the games I played with Silve. I had a hard time convincing him he hadn't hurt me: but he wasn't sure he wanted to be involved with me if that was how I wanted to play!

Neither of us were really sure we wanted to pick up where we left off. I was angry with both of us. He was ashamed of himself. I believed he was bothered at being attracted to a transsexual woman. Oh...I was a lot of fun...and great in bed. Even interesting! But someone who can share your life?? And being as immature as I was, I wouldn't see I was just as much a part of the problem.

But, sometimes, absence does make the heart grow fonder. And we were fond of each other. So much so, that we decided to pick up the pieces and start over. We started out like other couples, getting to know one another.

Walt took me to dinner a few times. Afterwards, he'd drop me back at my old apartment. A few times I stayed at his, though we weren't back sleeping together. We danced around the issue of my gender a little. He came to terms with it long before I really did. I was still having trouble accepting people could like me as I was!

Walt's opinion? I was his girlfriend. End of statement!!

Our first real date was burgers and a movie. He let me choose the movie. I remember it quite well: we went to a film festival and saw Forbidden Planet, an old Sci-Fi adventure. He did all the right things: popcorn, a soda, letting me pick our seats.

Part of the way into the movie, he put his arm around my shoulders. I smiled inwardly at what I thought was a clumsy attempt to cop a feel of my small breast. I guided his hand to it, but he quickly pulled away! I guided it again, and again he pulled away. I tried a third time and he pulled his arm off my shoulder.

What gives??? I thought guys copping a feel at a movie was normal. I decided to snuggle against him. Not long after that, he placed his arm on my shoulders. I gave him a few minutes, then pulled it between my breasts and held onto it. This time, he left it. I felt content.

Back at his place I kissed him and thanked him for the wonderful evening. I started to undress, but he stopped me. Now, I was really confused. He'd wined and dined me, so to speak, now it was time to spread my legs.

He sat on the sofa and I sat next to him. He was holding me as I reclined facing him.

"I can't remember the last time I saw the whole movie!" I said. "That was nice! Thank you!"

When he looked at me strangely, I explained, "I was usually giving head partway through the movie. That's what my dates seemed to expect!"

"Haven't you ever gone on a date, and just have fun? No strings attached?"

"But sex is fun!" I retorted. But I knew what he meant.

He was surprised I'd never gone out on just a date. Never had a great time with the girl or, later, boy. He was flabbergasted I'd never just spent an evening making out. Or just going for a walk! Or holding hands!

I'd gone out with Fred, my first boyfriend's roommate, a few times, but they weren't real dates. We were friends keeping in touch, occasionally having sex. My other so-called dates were just me turning tricks. Walt took me on my first real date! (And many, many more!) I was 25.

It was nice feeling like I didn't owe anyone sexual favors in return for a nice time out.

We made out on the couch for a couple of hours then went to our rooms. (We'd already started having sex again, but we didn't always sleep together.)

Sometime early the next morning, I found Walt drinking coffee on his sofa. I pulled off my sleep tee and crawled onto his lap. I took his face in my hands, kissing him and smiling.

"Walt, thank you for last night. It was nice not feeling I had to provide sex in return. But, when I do have a good time, I want to be fucked. It feels right to me."

I took his coffee and pulled him up.

"Take me to bed, please?" I asked.

He took me literally. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. I didn't recognize the symbolism in his act at the time, but I later came to understand this was one of the subtle ways he told me he loved me, and would always take care of me.

Walt was still dressed. I knelt before him and freed his cock from his pants. I have a small mouth and struggled taking his cock into it. But I tried, anyway. At first, I could barely take more than the head and maybe another inch into my mouth. Most the time, I held my lips snugly against skin and licked the head. I bobbed a few times then licked and kissed his shaft. When he came, my lips encircled his slit and I accepted his load into my mouth and swallowed it all.

I lay back on the bed as he finished undressing. I watched in anticipation as he lubed his cock. His cock looks large even in his big hands. I pulled my legs back to allow him greater ease in entering me. Walt prefers fucking me face to face. Another expression of his love and respect for me. Most of the men I fucked preferred doggy style, or taking me face down flat on the bed. (I actually preferred it face down. The sensations of a cock against my ass walls feels different.)

Since this was still early in our relationship, he still hurt a lot entering me. Walt watched for the signs of distress and slowed his thrusts, even stopping, so I could adjust to the pain. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled myself further onto his cock. As I relaxed, Walt slowly picked up the pace until he found his rhythm. He can fuck me thoroughly at this pace, and fuck for a long time. I pulled his face to mine and ran my tongue into his mouth. He kissed and nibbled my neck. (I have a persistent hickey on my neck, and am proud of it!)

I felt my cock stiffen between us. It rubbed against his stomach as he thrust into me. When I came, it startled him, but he soon resumed his pace. About five minutes later, he groaned as her thrust one last time and filled my ass.

He wanted to roll off, but I held him close. I clenched my ass and writhed beneath him. I felt him stiffening inside me. (Walt is amazed at how often I can coax his cock back to life!) We lay on our sides, my back to him as he fucked me again. He reached around me and played with my cock as he thrust into me. With my legs together, he can't go as deep, but my channel feels tighter. He soon came again.

He held me a few minutes, then I cleaned up and fixed breakfast. Our eyes never left each other's over the meal. My foot caressed his leg under the table. I could tell he was uncomfortable, but I enjoyed teasing him. My eyes told him I wasn't teasing, but was ready again.

"Aren't you tired??" he asked incredulously.

"Nope!" I replied. "You did all the work!"

Then I grinned wickedly. "I'll do all the work this time!"

As he lay back on the bed, I worked at taking as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. When he was hard, I used both hands to lube and play with his cock. I made all the suitable noises showing how awed I was with his size. I straddled him and guided his cock into my asshole. Since he'd already fucked me several times last night, and again this morning, entry wasn't nearly as painful, although my as walls were a little sore.

I rode him like a rocking horse, just shallow movements in my ass. I'd raise myself then slam myself back down on him. I had him grab my waist and help lift and pull me back. I leaned back and stroked my cock. I waited for him to come before I creamed into my hand. I licked it all up.

"Why do you do that?" he asked.

"Because I like the taste," I replied with a smile. "And I like the taste of yours. And...as long as you'll have me...as long as you want me...I will do my best to learn to take more of you into my mouth. To suck you so I can get more of your delicious come!"

Then, more quietly, and a little fearfully, "I'm yours. As long as you want me...Hopefully for a long, long time."

We ended up making out much of the day. That night, when he thought I was sleeping, he whispered that he loved me.

I loved him, too, but it would be many weeks before I had the courage to tell him.

Ch. 2 - Confessions and Regrets.

"I don't even know your name!"

I lay snuggled next to Walt. I was deliciously sore from his cock thoroughly plowing my ass. I was feeling wonderful, then, out of the blue, this question.

While we talked a lot, we still knew relatively little about each other. I knew he'd been married once, and that it ended badly for him. After ten years, he still felt the hurt. Several times he has told me I'm the best thing that has ever happened to him. I knew he had a daughter by an older woman when he was in high school, but he seldom saw her. She was also older than I by a handful of years. I knew about his parents and sister. I knew more about him than he knew of me.

All he knew was that I was the mistress of a very wealthy couple. And...my first name.

I was afraid, but if I wanted Walt to trust me, I would have to tell him everything. Before he asked. No matter how sordid or painful. I took a deep breath and took the leap.

"My full name is Angela Nikita Kutuzov."

"Angela Nikita Kutuzov...that's a lovely name," he commented. "But what's your real name?"

I hesitated. I hadn't told anyone the name my parents gave me. That part of my life was over.

"I was born Andrew Nikita Smith, 1990, to Brian and Anna Smith."

He looked bemused.

"I was named after both grandfathers. I took my mother's maiden name when I became Angela. I had it legally changed."

Walt asked if I had any pictures of me as Andrew. I got up and pulled out a box from under the bed. I handed him my last picture as Andrew. I was with a group of boys at a school function. Walt studied it a long time, then look at me before returning to the photograph. He lightly caressed my face, then returned to the photo.

"Don't tease me," I pleaded.

"I'm not, "he replied.

Walt got up and had me come to the mirror. I stood there, sheet wrapped around me, and looked at myself. He placed the picture next to my reflection. My hair was much longer, now, my face a little fuller, a little rounder, and very feminine. I could find me, but I could see how Walt couldn't. I wasn't smiling in the photo. I smile a lot for Walt.

He couldn't believe it when I told him. We spent the morning at the table looking through old family photos.

"Please, don't be offended, but you look better as a woman,' he said, then added. "You were a happy child, but in your teens, you never smile. You also started showing more feminine features."

I smiled sadly as he caressed my cheek. Although, I was happier, now, my recent past haunted me. I needed to come clean.

"Are you happy, now?" he asked. "With me?" he asked a little more tentatively.

"Very" I replied. "But I want us to stay happy together. I need to tell you everything. I want you to have no doubts about me."

Walt looked apprehensive, but waited until I'd cleared the table and returned with fresh coffee.

I told him of my first time, with Dave, and how he'd used me and sold me. Walt looked stunned as I relived all the experiences in the adult bookstore. The group sex, all the strangers. How I accepted "gifts" from the older married men I dated. About being "sold" to Jackie's clients.

About Miguel and Silve.

Walt darkened at this. He told me that he'd won my services for a night from Miguel in a poker game. He never collected.

Months later, I seduced him when he renovated Miguel's new apartment. Even then, he'd wondered if Miguel, or Silve, had set me up to seduce him. The weeks he spent with me convinced him I genuinely wanted him. He also told me Miguel had openly bragged about buying me from Jackie.

I was stunned at that revelation. I hadn't realized how little I'd really meant to Miguel. I was so ashamed, I wanted to run, but Walt took me in his arms and gently stroked my hair. Walt was very concerned about me, but I saw a fleeting thought cross his features.

"Walt, I have been tested every three months since I was twenty. Since I started working for Jackie. I've been extremely foolish, but also extremely lucky. And I will keep testing myself."

Walt tried to hide his relief. I pretended not to notice. I gave him a lot to think about, but I was about to hand him a whole lot more.

I brought my laptop to the table and called up a couple of porn sites. Walt had never expressed any interest in porn. I never found a single men's magazine in his place.

"Walt, there are videos of me on the web. I want you to...no...I need you to see what I was like...how far I was willing to go."

Walt stared silently at the movies of me with women and other transsexuals. He paled a little at the movies were I was used by two men at a time. He stared in horror at the videos of me being gang banged and the BDSM. He watched as men brutally fucked my ass and made me suck them clean. He saw men lined up to fuck me, stepping up whenever the one before them finished. He watched as men covered my face and body with their cum. He wept silently as men, and other trannies tied me and whipped me. He turned his face away when I asked if there were any more waiting, begging for more!

All made before I started working for Jackie. All filmed by Dave. Fortunately for me, he'd made a phony screen name for me.

I wept in shame as Walt sat silently. Walt stared at the floor. Every time he started to speak, his lips would move, but no words came out. Finally, he went to his room and sat on the bed, head in his hands, his body wracked by dry sobs. I knew, in my heart, I'd lost him and prepared to leave.

"It might be best if I moved back to my apartment", I said tearfully. I felt lower than I ever had. "You can send my things to me later."

As I reached the door I heard Walt pleading with me to stay. He looked as forlorn as I felt. I waited as he came to me and took me in his arms.

"Angela, I want you to stay. You can leave any time you want, but I hope you won't. I love you."

Walt had often whispered his love when he thought I couldn't hear him. He needed to express himself, but didn't want to put pressure on me. He didn't know it wasn't pressure: it was an anchor, a lifeline to a dying heart.

I turned and cried, "How can you live a whore? A dirty...cheap...whore?"

"I don't love a whore," he whispered. "I love a deeply troubled young woman. I love you!"

He added, "Maybe someday, you'll love me, too!"

I already did. I was too much a coward to tell him, though. It would be a little longer before I finally admitted my feelings to him out loud.

"Please, I need a little time to myself," I said as I walked out the door.

I walked around a couple of hours and ended up sitting on a bench by a pond, watching kids feeding the ducks. I must have sat there most the afternoon. Late in the day, Walt sat down next to me, not saying a word. Just having him sit quietly by my side gave me comfort.

As the sun set, I took his hand and asked, "May I come home?"

He smiled, and kissed me softly, taking my hand, and walking me back to the apartment.

As I lay next to him that night, I desperately needed to feel his cock in me. I wanted the pleasure of a very sore ass. But all he did was hold me close. I wanted his cock to know his love. Instead, he gave me what I needed.

"I don't care about your past. I don't care who you were. I don't care what you did! All I know is that I love you. The sweet loving woman you are now."

A few weeks later, I came home from classes to find a blown glass rose on the bar. The note read:

"As this rose will never fade, neither will my love for you."

That night I told Walt how much I loved him.

This would be the first of many such roses over our years together. I have one in every room of our house, and two in my office; an ever present reminder of how much Walt loves me.

We fuck whenever passion overtakes us. He rams that big cock up my ass whenever lust overwhelms us. When he spends the time sucking my small cock. When he spends an hour licking my ass, making sure I'm satisfied.

But love is best when we share with each other. All our hopes...all our dreams...all our fears. . When he holds me tight, kissing me deeply, as he slowly and steadily fucks me with that wonderfully large cock most the night

Although, I once told him I wanted other women and transsexuals, I only slept with one, Stephanie. Later, I would sleep with one other man, but only with Walt's permission. I no longer felt the need to sleep around. I no longer had to give my body to feel loved and cherished.

-Angela K