She Males come in many forms. Steroid driven males with blossoming breasts. Straight men in women’s clothing and makeup. Pre-op FTM’s willing to use all their bodily orifices for fulfillment.
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Antonia sat before the mirror at the dressing table carefully applying lipstick. First the nude base coat, then the deeper almost red fill, then a fine line of burgundy around the outside. She pressed her lips together to smooth any spots, smiled to check her teeth and beamed. A little gloss in the middle of both upper and lower lip and the preparations were complete. Antonia inspected herself critically in the mirror – the false lashes had been carefully applied, the eye liner smooth and flawless, perfectly powdered, she played about her golden locks with fingers long, slender and strong. The fingernails impeccably red.
Standing, she adjusted the tiny leather corset lifting her blossoming breasts – nipples barely covered – and caressed her own skin above the top line of leather. Antonia tottered across the floor to the full length mirror to look at herself. She was well-practiced in walking in the platform slingback sandals. The snug black leather shorts strained against her buttocks and the crack of her ass, and her cheeks peeked out from the hem as she bent and ran her hands up and down each leg inspecting for stubble … smooth as a baby’s bottom. Standing again she reached to the warm full crotch of her shorts and adjusted the cock and balls that were snugly filling them. There was a slightly noticeable bulge – a bulge just big enough to catch the eye of anyone looking for a bulge in this girls pants. And she smiled at her image in the mirror.
Tall and confident, Antonia entered the bar and took in the patrons with a sweeping glance. There was no hesitation in her step or demeanor as she stepped to the bar and ordered a slow screw up against the wall. Turning back toward the room she smiled at the cute blonde approaching her. As their bodies met in the warm dim light Antonia placed a hand on her neck and kneaded the blonde’s throat with her firm thumb and worked it over the trachea as the blonds eyes glazed and vocal cords meowled. Antonia threw back her head and laughed hard as she pushed the blonde away. Not tonight she thought – tonight I’m going to fuck me some ass – some man’s ass – real hard.
She stood, one foot up on the bar stool rung, knees splayed comfortably wide. The leather shorts were challenged to maintain their hold on Anthony’s package. Quick eyes continued to scan the room for possible conquests while quaffing down the drink.
There was a slightly nervous man in a corner booth watching Antonia and her movements, watching her splayed knees, watching her slightly bulging crotch. Watching her beautiful generous face and hands. He knew he was watching what he sought. He didn’t know if he would get it.
Antonia relaxed her stance, dropped her chin and gazed through the long lashes into the man’s eyes and held his gaze. She continued to hold it until the man covered his face with his hands as if to clear his vision and check his reality. When he looked back Antonia had turned and was laughing at a joke told by the barkeeper.
The man stilled himself, spoke harshly to the rising tide in his own pants and took a few deep breaths to steele himself. He rose, jammed his hands into his pockets, partly to cover the persistent erection and partly because it was a habit of his, and carefully strode toward her. Antonia felt his presence, turned her upper body toward him, smiled sweetly and drawled “Hi Baby”. The man melted with desire.
After a few drinks together, Antonia suggested they leave for somewhere more private. This was after they had slow danced to the throb of Steppenwolf’s Pusher droning into their minds while Antonia’s swelling cock strained and attempted escape from those tiny black leather shorts and pushed at the man’s nearly paralyzed groin.
Once in Antonia’s room she allowed the man to use the bathroom and when he came out she slid him to a chair and tied his ankles to its’ legs and his wrists behind him. She slow danced in front of him and pressed his swollen cock into the man’s face while he tried desperately to lick it. She turned and bent some to press her ass to his nose and with one finger slipped the escaping cock and balls from one side of the shorts. It was hard. The man gasped with pleasure to see the fulness of it.
His own rising cock was straining at his pants, wet now with the pre cum seeping from it; his breath short and ragged. “Please”, he begged, “take me”. Antonia laughed and ripped the man’s shirt open tracing her nails across his chest.
To be continued!
Hugz and thirty lashes!
