sorry this is straight from my self-indulgent fantasies:))) TW transphobia, intoxication. everyone in this story is over 18 years old!
Still in a drunken stupor, I'm shoved violently onto an unfamiliar bed. Face-up, heart slamming against my ribcage. The man on top of me tightens his grip on my ass, slowly slipping a dirty finger between my cheeks. His shameless bulge digs into my stomach. Testing my obedience, he rubs his fingertip around my clenched hole.
"Aw, somebody's tense, aren't you?" he asks, clicking his tongue. "What is it--Is this hole off limits?"
"I--I don't know. Sir."
He laughs, somehow bewildered, and reaches back around my hip to rub my labia, his finger tracing frustrating wide circles. They're too loose, and my throbbing clit just wants him to make his circles a little bit tighter. To brush his finger across that sensitive spot.
Of course, this piece of shit doesn't give me the satisfaction. I almost roll my eyes.
"Look at yourself," he commands. Confused, I gaze up at him, lips moist but still slightly cracked. I look down to see a dark spot forming around my privates.
"You like feeling feminine," he guesses, reading my wide-eyed lust better than I could.
"Kind of," I confess, embarrassed by the relentless dripping of my hole, soaking my pants more with each passing second. I don't want him to know how much the sheer weight of his body on top of mine, his arrogant grin stirs up up my insides.
"Cute little tranny," reassures the disgusting stranger, sliding his finger deeper in my hole. I blush at the slur, but as much as I'm offended, it sends shivers down my spine. It's sick, but I want him to say it again--and he does, leaning over to whisper in my quivering ear.
"Wow, you're a submissive little tranny, too. My favorite, so pliable...You're one of those crossdressers, aren't you? It's such a shame; you make such a pretty girl."
He growls the word girl, extracting a whimper from my throat. I try to close my legs so he doesn't know how close I am to giving in.
When he unzips his slacks, his cock is smaller than I expected it to be--almost average, but thick enough to make me gulp, closing my flushed thighs. He notices and smirks, parting them again with a self-assured hand.
He rubs his hard cock on my pussy, the weight of it causing a red-hot pleasure to spread across my vagina.
"I have one request for you, baby. Can you do that for Daddy? I promise if you do, I won't put my thing inside you."
"Okay, sir." I'm almost disappointed, and I hate myself for wanting to scream at him, just take me already. This is what I get for getting wasted in an unfamiliar town anyway.
He whispers the request in my ear. Oh my God, I think. This guy is a disgusting freak.
He stretches out his leg, flat across the floor. Pulls up his pant leg--waiting for me. Blushing rigorously, I take off his sock. God, what could be more humiliating? His toenails are clipped as of he's been expecting someone to do this. At least I know it won't hurt. After a deep nervous breath, I part the lips of my vagina and position it over his foot. Then, I start to rub myself on his toes like he told me to. As my clit brushes his big toe, I can't help the unevenness of my breath.
I never thought something like this would feel so electric. So dirty but so addictive. I can't believe I'm letting my cunt be abused by yet another man, who must have been at least twice my age. Still moving my hips, I glance at him, anxious to see if I'm doing well.
