Warning: this story contains trans women scat. If you're not a fan, please move along.
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"I'm going to cook you your favourite meal *wink* come by around 8?" said the text I received from April earlier today.
I've been dating April for a few months now. Meeting her that one afternoon has truly transformed my life in more than one way. First of all, she was great! Super interesting, with passion and love for arts, galleries, theatre and music. She was well read and well spoken, had interesting opinions on important topics, could carry and contribute to any conversation. But also fun and knows how to have a laugh and just enjoy silly things in life. She's one of those people that you just want to hang out with, which I did, nearly every day for the past few months.
Secondly she was stunningly gorgeous - very feminine skinny looking trans girl with tiny, hormonal tits, straight hair just below the shoulders, medium-small dick, luscious full lips, inquisitive blue eyes, cute, firm ass and of course, gorgeous, always pampered feet. Feet was definitely my thing, and April has fully delivered on that front. Her size 10 feet had the perfect slender shape, where each one of her toes was just slightly smaller than the other. April took care of her feet. They were always well-scrubbed and the soles were super soft. Her toes have always had a beautiful pedicure, freshly and pristinely painted. I loved everything to do with April's feet - how she would often suck her own toes while I was fucking her, how she loved starting our games by rubbing her foot on my cock, how she would put her feet in my face when I was about to cum so that I would cum even harder. The sex was good. Not just good, it was amazing. April had no reservations, nothing was off limits. She loved to top and to bottom. She loved sensual romantic love-making sex, cheeky morning sex, and dirty, wild, insanely hot sex. In fact, dirty sex was by far her favourite. April was always pristinely clean on the outside, but dirty on the inside - figuratively and literally speaking. She loved getting dirty with me, so I knew exactly what to expect when she texted me about 'cooking my favourite meal', and I was very excited about it.
I rang the doorbell.
"It's open!" I heard April's voice from within the flat. I opened the door and let myself in. It was dark inside the flat, just some scented candles gave a little bit of light in the living room, with some dim lights coming from the bedroom.
"Hey love, where are you?" I got my shoes off, and dropped my blazer on the nearby chair.
"I'm in the bedroom, come here!"
The candles smelled nice. It was funny how her apartment always smelled great regardless of what depravities we ended up doing here. I walked slowly into the bedroom. April was on the bed, completely naked. She was sitting on her knees, with her feet tucked in under her cute, round butt. Her hands were behind her back, tied loosely with a silk rope. Between her butt cheeks, a small, shiny end of a butt plug.
"Honey," she said playfully. "I've been waiting for you all day today." April looked at me over her right shoulder, and smiled seeing me entering the room. "I've been preparing you a very special meal. It's been in my little tummy-oven for over two days now, and I think it's time for me to serve it. Are you hungry, dear? I hope you are hungry and that you will like my.. cooking".
Seeing April like that on the bed was making me instantly hard. I started unbuttoning my shirt while walking to the bed, behind April.
"I always like your cooking babe." I took off the shirt, and got onto the bed. "So you've been a good little housewife today?"
I reached out to April's hands, gently moved my fingers across her arm, and tightened the loose knot on the silk rope around the wrists. Then I reached my arms round her body, touching and slowly squeezing her tiny breasts.
"Yes honey, anything I can do to please you, my love," her voice was trembling a little.
I started kissing her neck while still playing with her tits. Slowly, I began moving down to her back, gently touching her perfect skin with my lips. With each kiss, I went lower and lower, until reaching her tiny waist. From there, I gently licked the top of her crack.
"So where is this glorious meal, honey?" I asked her jokingly.