Strange Love

I am thirty-three years old. I am a woman of average height with a quite ordinary, but toned figure. Long blonde hair, always neatly styled—it couldn't be otherwise. I have my own business. A chain of beauty salons and hairdressers that brings me a decent income, allowing me to take care of myself on a regular, and most importantly, free basis.

Let me tell you a bit about my figure. Breasts, size four and a half, perky, not saggy, which allowed me to not wear bras, although beautiful lingerie is my weakness. The shape of my body resembled an hourglass: a broad chest, as I already mentioned, a narrow waist, and wide hips. This elegance was complemented

by a flat tummy and long, straight legs.

Of course, my butt was a creation of God: round, like a nut, sticking out backwards. No matter what I wore, every curve, every cheek, was clearly outlined in any clothing. The dimples on the sides of my butt gave it a heart shape, making it very attractive to men.

Yes, I loved myself and my body, and therefore, besides cosmetic procedures, I regularly visited a fitness club with a personal trainer. Work was well-organized, which freed up a lot of my spare time. But my personal life left much to be desired. But let's take things in order.

Living alone, I sometimes treated myself to little celebrations. Visiting boutiques, buying another set of lingerie. And today, in the middle of the week, I went shopping, because yesterday I signed a contract for my girls to service a beauty pageant, which promised no small profit.

I decided to celebrate the profitable deal by visiting a lingerie boutique in the new shopping mall. It was a weekday, so the boutique was empty. Immediately shaking off the pesky salespeople, I started picking out lingerie. Taking several sets that caught my interest, I headed to the fitting room.

Drawing the curtain, I took off my jacket, then, unbuttoning my blouse, hung it on a hanger. Unhooking my bra, I sent it to the soft pouf. Standing topless in front of the mirror, wearing only a skirt, I admired my magnificent breasts. I massaged them a little, improving blood flow. My nipples instantly hardened, either from my caresses or from the coolness in the room. I smiled, looking at my charms.

Taking the new bra, I put it on, fastening the clasp on my back. I adjusted the straps, the cups, started turning around, looking at myself in the mirror. It fits perfectly. The cups lovingly support my breasts, and the lace pattern makes the bra itself look quite light and weightless. I took out the panties from this set, held them up to my waist, imagined how I would look in them—perfect!

The panties were like shorts, completely covered in a lace pattern. Only a large flower hid the most intimate part from prying eyes. I was definitely keeping this set. Setting the panties aside, I took off the bra and packed the set. I kneaded my tits again with light massage movements, taking out new lingerie.

If the previous set was white, now I took out an emerald one. The cups were small. Their edges barely covered the nipples, lifting the breasts, making them more appetizing for others. The panties were a tanga thong, with a wide strip on the butt. Again, pleased with the successful choice, I took off the bra and packed the lingerie in a bag.

Standing in front of the mirror, I kneaded my breasts again, preparing to try on the next set of lingerie. Suddenly, a girl burst into the fitting room. She just fell at my feet. Short, black hair, pale skin. Breasts, size two, with dark, protruding large bead-like nipples. A belly button piercing, an earring in the shape of a heart. Her panties were pulled down, and instead of a smoothly shaved vagina, there was a stiff, protruding cock.

Seeing the male genital organ, I was stunned. I couldn't wrap my head around having breasts and a penis in one body. I had only seen trans people in porn films, but like this, in person, up close, for the first time. Shock gradually gave way to arousal.

The girl's cock, even saying it sounds wild, was beautiful. About twenty centimeters long. About four centimeters in diameter, slightly curved upwards. The head was large, about five centimeters in diameter, and had a blunt shape. The shaft itself and the large balls were clean-shaven, as was the pubic area.

Looking at the girl's penis, I remembered my young lovers. One was a demobilized paratrooper from the army. A twenty-year-old giant, he was tall, broad-shouldered, but in the pants, the hero wasn't so great. He knew how to fuck, but he was selfish. After finishing himself, he would just go to the shower, or turn away and fall asleep. I was left unsatisfied. On top of that, the guy regularly mooched money off me, not planning to look for a job. The affair with him lasted six months.

My second lover appeared completely by chance. I was sitting alone in a restaurant, drinking. The wine went to my head, and my dissatisfaction showed. In short, I dragged the waiter into the bathroom and gave myself to him like a port whore. Needless to say, the stockings were completely ruined. I also left my panties in the restaurant bathroom. I must say, the boy's cock was just right, and he fucked me with all his heart.

That evening, I came several times. I can't say exactly how many. We left through the back entrance. Me, with disheveled hair, smeared makeup, no panties, and covered in his cum. He came nicely on my ass. For three days, we gave ourselves to sex without reserve. And then our romance began, lasting three months. The boy was good in bed, but he had no character. I needed a male in bed and a man in life, but he wasn't that option. Plus, he also spent my money, not wanting to earn it himself. I didn't really want to be a "mommy."

At some point, I even started thinking about changing my sexual orientation. Why not, a woman would understand another woman better, what she needs, and how to give pleasure. Also, a woman would understand another woman's feelings more subtly. But the very thought of me rubbing my pussy with another woman caused complete rejection in me. I still loved cocks. Strong, firm, sweet cocks. And now, looking at the trans girl's cock, I suddenly realized I was getting two in one. This was both a girl who would understand me, my soul, and she possessed a beautiful love rod, which I lacked.

The trans girl tried to get up, but I didn't want to let her go without punishment. Putting my foot on her chest, I looked intently into her eyes. Putting my index finger to my lips, I gestured for her to be quiet. The girl swallowed but fell silent, looking at me with a frightened gaze. I stood over her head, lifted my skirt above my knees, pulled my panties aside, and presented my wet vagina to the trans girl's lips.

The girl began licking the lubrication, which was flowing more and more abundantly from my pussy. Her tongue slid over my labia, touched the bead of my clitoris, and then sharply plunged into the depths of my vagina. Getting more and more aroused, I started rubbing my pussy against the girl's lips. My legs were trembling slightly from excitement. Every movement of her tongue deep inside my womb made my body tremble. My nipples hardened, my mouth tingled, and a slight chill ran down my back.

I was sinking deeper into pleasure, forgetting about everything in the world. The bell on the entrance door, announcing a new visitor, brought me back to reality. With difficulty, I forced myself to get up, pulled up my skirt and panties. The trans girl quickly got up and stared at me, pulling her panties up over her tool. Reading clear desire in her eyes to continue what we started, I whispered quietly to her:

-Go, get dressed, and wait for me at the entrance. Drawing the fitting room curtain, I glanced at her once more. Her cheeks, chin, neck, and even forehead were covered in my lubrication. The girl nodded in response and hurriedly went to get ready.

-"Wow! Didn't think I was that wet." I was surprised, automatically sliding my hand between my legs. The panties were soaked through. Getting dressed, I fixed my hair. Gathering the chosen items, I went to the cashier. Smiling sweetly, the girls packed everything into branded bags and wished me a good day.

Leaving the boutique, I found the trans girl standing opposite it. She was dressed in loose, sporty-style pants with a low waist, a short red top, and a denim bolero, light blue in color, like the pants. On her feet were light sandals without heels. The girl was a bit taller than me, with a slender build.

-Do you have free time? I asked the girl, heading along the corridor.

-I can spare a couple of hours. She replied. Her voice was soft, caressing. A slight shiver ran through me.

-Then follow me, we need to talk. I said in a commanding tone that brooked no refusal. She followed me. Going up a couple of floors, I entered a cafe and took a table in the corner of the hall. It was quite comfortable here to talk about any, even the most risqué topics. The trans girl sat opposite. Placing our order, we waited until the waitress left and started talking.

-What do you want to know? The trans girl started the conversation.

-First, why were you peeping on me? And, of course, about your rod, where's it from? I said calmly.

-I wasn't peeping, I just noticed by accident. You didn't close the curtain all the way. So, everything was perfectly visible. As you can see, my size isn't like yours, so I was just staring. And then I lost my head. I don't even know how I ended up in just my panties near your fitting room? I just got overwhelmed, and when I was about to explode, I couldn't hold back, and… well, you know the rest. She blurted out, taking a sip of coffee, clearly catching her breath.

-Okay! So, you liked my breasts? I whispered, looking into the girl's eyes. She blinked, confirming my assumption.

-What about your tool? Will you tell me? I asked playfully, smiling.

-Nothing special. I have hormone problems. As a child, I was a boy until my breasts started growing and my butt rounded out. We tried treatment. I took different drugs, and then I gave up. I decided, since I grew up like this, let it stay that way. After I stopped taking hormones, after a couple of years, my health problems decreased. Female hormones became dominant, but the dick remained. So, I have to wear only pants so as not to embarrass others.

-How did you communicate with your peers, and even now, how does communication go? I asked her.

-In childhood, it was tough, everyone teased and bullied me. My parents and I even had to move to another city so I could start a normal life. Although "normal" is a strong word. I had to brush off guys so they wouldn't pester me later, and some girls were scared at first, but then they communicated normally, but asked questions about it. Telling this, she shyly lowered her eyes, which made her even more attractive.

-And now, do you have a relationship? Looking into the girl's eyes, I asked.

-A relationship, are you kidding? All my girlfriends got married and cut off contact with me. They are convinced I would be a bad influence on their children. Idiots. She said the last word through clenched teeth, as if with anger.

-I'll ask directly! Would you like to have a relationship… with me? Hearing my words, she was taken aback.

-Why would you want that?! You're such a striking woman, men flock to you. Why would you want me? For fun, like a toy? To check a box, why? She answered angrily.

-Because! Men flock to me, you say? To hell with them, those men! You meet all sorts of assholes and moral freaks who only want your money and to fuck you a couple of times, "to check a box." And no one wants to understand you, doesn't even try. I've been three months without sex, but I don't want to sleep with just anyone, I'm tired of it. Either they're selfish, who'll come on you and go to the shower and sleep. Whether you came or not, they don't give a damn! I even thought about becoming a lesbian, but nature doesn't allow it. And then you burst into the fitting room, and something clicked in me. I spilled everything that had built up, that weighed heavily on my soul. She sat motionless, listening to my confession.

-Can we have some vodka? She asked, not taking her eyes off me. After a few shots, she continued.

-I thought someone was trying to trick me again. I'm not against… a relationship, with you. My name is Ksyusha. I'm a student. I'm twenty-one. Maybe we should get out of here? She suggested, clearly feeling awkward. I silently drank my coffee, calming my nerves.

-Shall we go to my place? I suggested to Ksenia. She nodded in agreement. Taking my phone, I called a car through the app. We started getting ready. Silently, without a word, she walked behind me like a shadow. I was on edge, tears welling up in my eyes from the nervous breakdown and because I had blurted out all my problems to Ksyusha.

We got into the taxi, in the back seat. I gave the driver the address and said nothing more. A lump rose in my throat. Ksyusha gently took my palm and started stroking it with her thumb. I wasn't mistaken about her. The girl sensed I was upset and tried to calm me down.

We arrived at the address, went up to the apartment. As soon as the front door slammed behind us, Ksyusha pounced on me. Pressing me against the wall with my back, she pressed her young body against me, covering my lips with a passionate kiss. The trans girl's lips were tender, sweet, and so desired that I simply melted, dissolving under the girl's passion.

My hips themselves began to part, as if inviting Ksenia to join. She pressed even closer, I felt a bulge in her groin pressing against my stomach. I parted my lips, letting the trans girl's impudent tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined, then I started sucking her tongue, tightly squeezing it with my lips.

Breaking the kiss, she looked into my eyes. A deep breath, and my jacket, followed by my blouse, went to the floor. Ksenia's lips burned my skin with passionate kisses. My neck, shoulders, the hollow between my breasts—nothing escaped her attention. Taking off her bolero, she began to caress my body with her tender hands. Her palms slid behind my back, freeing my tits from the confines of my bra, which immediately went to the floor.

Ksenia's admiring exclamation and wide-open eyes even made me a little embarrassed. No man had ever looked at my breasts the way she did. A current ran down my spine, and it became hot and wet in my lower abdomen. She fell upon my breasts, tenderly caressing them with her lips and tongue. I just melted and got wetter and wetter. The girl's tender hands squeezed my tits, massaging them, sending me to seventh heaven.

Enjoying the caresses, I didn't even notice how I was standing in my own hallway, wearing only stockings. Continuing to knead my melons, Ksenia, kissing and licking my body, descended lower and lower to my wet pussy. Hot breath burned my clitoris and labia. I couldn't hold back and, unexpectedly for myself, let out a drawn-out moan.

Ksenia clearly liked that. She breathed hot air on my pussy again. I moaned again, and my knees buckled. The trans girl's lips sank into my vagina, starting to suck it in, swallowing the flowing lubrication. Ksenia's hands continued to knead my tits, playing with my nipples. Closing my eyes in bliss, I remembered Ksenia's beautiful cock. Several minutes of sweet cunnilingus lasted an eternity. My heavenly fruit exuded nectar, flooding Ksenia's mouth.

Continuing to knead my breasts, she rose and kissed me. Her lips were covered in my nectar. It was indeed sweet. Kissing me, Ksenia shared it with me. Breaking the kiss, we smiled at each other. She finally took off her top, under which was her bare chest with protruding nipples.

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