It was already quite late, around 1:30 a.m. I was free the next day, had already had a few drinks and spent hours behind Tgirl’s chat. I loved chatting with people and sometimes answering their exciting questions about me, sex chat, without them knowing me in real life. I never did any dating, but I was in a steady relationship and lived with my boyfriend, who was away for a week for work at the time.
I wasn’t even in exciting or whorish lingerie, but in the everyday clothes I was wearing to work (I’m also just trans during work). A pair of dark blue tight jeans, in which my fat buttocks showed off well, zebra striped sneakers and a black shirt with a gold shimmering image on it. I wore a red thong underneath, was well-made up and had a black long wig halfway down my back. My bra I had already removed.
By now, I was feeling pretty horny from the chatting, the alcohol, and especially the butt plug that I had been secretly wearing all day. I decided to take it out. Even at this late hour, messages kept coming in from people. So my description was pretty exciting: “Shot…drunk trans… Back from work. Which man is in the mood?” I’m 30 years old, chubby, Filipino, and just at the hotel, just in everyday clothes.
Who comes to smoke a cigarette at the gallery? Yes, indeed, the location was mentioned, and it was still somewhat exciting. They didn’t know the room number anyway, and I wasn’t dating. I didn’t notice that there was a boy on the chat, who apparently lived close by. He had read my profile before, and my submissiveness appealed to him. In a drunken state, I went to smoke on the balcony. He saw this as an easy prey. He came to the hotel and parked his car on the street side, from where he had a good view of the room.
This way he could see exactly when I would start smoking on the gallery again. I myself didn’t notice anything. He sent me a message via chat: “I’m in the neighborhood and would like to smoke with you!” I didn’t respond, but I was excited to see what would happen next. I stepped back into the gallery to smoke, not knowing I was being watched. I put on my sunglasses because of the bright light from the lamppost, which resulted in my not being able to see well in the dark.
He saw me walking on the gallery and walked toward the hotel, directly to the second floor where I was smoking. A hotel guest who must also be here, I thought as he walked by and greeted me. I turned around and said “Hai” back, and then I turned around again. I stumbled a few steps across the gallery, not knowing that he was secretly watching me from the end and playing with his cock in the meantime.
The alcohol was working, and I was too far from home. I always smoked two cigarettes in a row, and just halfway through the second one he walked back. I felt him stop behind me and turned around. “Do you have a cigarette for me?” he asked. He asked, and I said, “Yeah, I’ll just grab it inside.” I backed up to the walls as I walked to my room. In the doorway, he hissed. He slowly pressed me with my back against the frame so that I was standing with one foot in the room and the other foot out of the room. He came close to me and began to run his hands over my breasts, the most sensitive part of my body.
I was so far gone, I couldn’t stop him or ask anything. I started sighing and moaning. He pulled down my shirt and bra strap and bared my breasts, and started licking and sucking on them right away, while his hands went over my buttocks. I moaned out, looking away from him toward the floor. We were still standing in the doorway, fortunately it was late and no one was walking across the gallery. He came up with his head, straightened my face with his hand, and started kissing and tonguing me wildly. He pinched my nipples, and automatically my hands went toward his cock. I rubbed it over his pants and felt that it was very stiff. He was wearing sweatpants, so you could feel and see everything very well.
He pulled his cock out and I began to pull him off. He had a nice, normal-sized stiff cock and it was freshly shaved, took a few steps to the side so we were standing inside and closed the front door. We were now in the opening between the first and second doors. It was a space about 1 by 1 meter. He turned me around so I was facing the wall, got on his knees and lowered my tight jeans down to my knees. He spread my buttocks and began to lick me while playing with his cock. I let out a moan of delight from the sheer sensitivity.
He slid a finger in and started fingering me. I moaned, gasped, and became more aroused. I couldn’t take any more and suddenly I whispered, “Fuck me…” It just fluttered out in excitement. He came right behind me and rubbed his cock between my buttocks. He put his cock against my anus and pressed against it. I was so horny that I pulled my ass back myself and moaned it out… I squeezed the frame with my hands and gasped, as he began to fuck me from behind. His hands slid over my breasts and he squeezed them and started thrusting harder and deeper. I fell into a trance and let myself be taken. I didn’t even notice that he didn’t use a condom. He continued and I heard him moaning until he almost came. He pulled out his cock to squirt on my ass, but I turned around and sank through my knees. I opened my mouth and tongue out and he jerked off with his cock occasionally touching my tongue.
He squirted his seed all over my tongue and face, down to the last drop, while I obediently stayed with my tongue out. He put his cock in my mouth and I slowly sucked him completely clean. He removed his cock from my mouth and put his pants back up. He opened the door and walked out, while I remained sitting on the floor, recovering from what had happened to me. I absolutely love writing good stories! If you have any tips or comments for this or other stories, why you like or dislike them, send me a private message.
