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Crossdresser to Trans Escort Part 2
This is a continuation of my previous story ‘Crossdress swaps clothes and gets assfucked in pub’.
So after getting my asshole fucked by a horny French dude, barefoot in a park in the French town of Lille in the middle of the night, wearing only my sexy Ukrainian friend’s slutty little dress, I inevitably missed my bus to the airport and subsequently my flight home.
That turned out for the better. I decided to stay and with the encouragement of those around me, transition to living fully as a woman. As well as my French fuck buddy Stephane’s inspiring words, my Ukrainian friend Nastia fully supported my transition also. She agreed I could stay in her apartment for a while. I donated my male clothes to a second hand store and wore exclusively women’s clothes. At first I wore Nastia’s clothes, but after a few days we went shopping and I bought some beautiful dresses, skirts, bodysuits, sandals, heels and crop tops, as well as sexy lingerie. Her boyfriend Davide was of course a psychologist, so he was able to provide me with the necessary paperwork to begin hormone replacement therapy. We had a few counselling sessions but it quickly became clear that transitioning was my destiny. I spoke about how I always loved wearing girls’ clothes, how I was always jealous of girls for the sexy clothes they wore, and how every fantasy I ever masturbated about involved me being a woman, wearing sexy clothes and then getting my ass fucked hard, usually in a public place. The only option was to transition to become a woman. I then contacted my embassy and arranged to have my passport updated with a photo of my feminine self and a new female name. Sex: female it said on my passport now too. In order to support my transition, I got a job at a local restaurant as a waitress. My hair had grown down to between my neck and shoulders and I dyed it blonde. Every day I got up, showered, applied just the right amount of makeup, then pulled on my work clothes for the day. Usually I either wore a black dress or black pants and a white blouse, coupled with black ballet flats. Once June came along, so did the tourists and our restaurant was always busy, usually with horny male tourists who would compliment me on my looks and some even grabbed my ass while I was waiting their tables, discretely so their wives would not see. This all made me feel great about myself and I was sure I made the right choice. Thanks to hormones, my already chubby breasts had grown to güvenilir bahis şirketleri a B-cup, and sometimes I wore a bra with a little extra padding to enhance my cleavage, sometimes I went braless to feel the thrill of my boobs jiggling and bouncing every time I moved.
One day, just after midnight, the restaurant had closed and I was the last one there, cleaning and putting away the chairs. I was wearing my black jeans and white blouse. I was sweating after the busy day in the French sun and my feet were sore from waiting tables all day. The owner of the restaurant was there too, a handsome Frenchman in his late 30s. He had tanned skin and an excellent physique, which pierced through his tailored black shirt, muscles bulging as he counted the cash behind the counter. As I leaned over to pick up a fork which had fallen, my jeans ripped right on the ass crack, with a loud tearing noise. ‘Ooh, looks like you need some new pants’ the owner said. ‘Oh, sorry, this is so embarassing’ I replied, quickly turning around to hide my ripped pants. My ass cheeks had ballooned since I started talking hormones, and they barely fit my jeans now, no wonder they had ripped. ‘Do you want to earn a little extra money, buy some nice new clothes?’ he asked, waving a fat wad of cash playfully in his hand, arm muscles rippling. ‘Eh, sure’ I stuttered. ‘Alright, lock the door’ he ordered. ‘Okay’ I said, closing the door. When I turned around he was sitting on the table closest to me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him, then kissed me hard and passionately. ‘Mmmm’ he groaned, ‘I have been wanting to kiss you since the day you started’ he chirped. After kissing a bit more he grabbed my shirt collar and pulled down and out, ripping my shirt open. The buttons s**ttered across the restaurant floor. As I had been braless that day to give the horny customers a little more incentive to be generous with their tips, my chubby little breasts spilled out once the shirt was opened. ‘I love when you don’t wear a bra’ he said, grabbing my tits and then sucking on my nipple. I took my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. After a few more minutes of fondling my tits he slipped his hands slowly down my waist, then grabbed my ass, squeezing it tightly. Then he grabbed my pants where it had ripped and tore it open even more. ‘Well, we’re buying you new pants anyway’ he grinned as he proceeded to tear my pants apart until I was standing there wearing just my black lace thong canlı casino siteleri and flat shoes. ‘Wow’ he marvelled, spanking my ass while I turned around to tease him. I slipped my shoes off and allowed my bare feet the relief of the cold wooden floor after a long day at work. ‘I think I should tell you something first’ I began to say. He interrupted me as his hands cupped my crotch area. My tiny cock and balls were tucked up between my legs, perfectly concealed by my slutty black thong. ‘Oh don’t worry, I know what you are’ he said. ‘Smaller than I thought’ he said as he caressed my tiny cock through my thong. ‘I knew all along you were a little tranny whore’ he whispered in my ear as he pulled my thong down. It fell to my ankles and I kicked it aside, as my tiny cock and balls plopped out into the open. My tiny two inch dick hadn’t been hard in around six weeks, as the hormone replacement therapy had proceeded to drain my balls of testosterone. He stroked my tiny cock with his thumb and forefinger for a few minutes, while he caressed my breasts with his other hand, pinching my nipples and kissing my neck. Then he unzipped his pants and a massive 10-inch cock sprung out and stood to attention, beckoning me to take it in my mouth. I dropped to my knees on the cold floor and slowly welcomed it inside my mouth, until it tickled my tonsils. He grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my mouth hard and fast. I could barely breathe as he face-fucked me hard. After a few minutes he had worked up a sweat and slowly pulled his cock out, dripping in pre-cum and saliva. ‘On that table, bend over’ he ordered. I got up and bent over the table opposite us, preparing to take his massive cock in my tight asshole. I felt a seering pain as his giant rod pierced my tight anus ring, then the warm cylinder of flesh slowly made its way inside me. He started off slowly and thrusted gently in and out, leaving two or three inches inside each time. Then he spanked my ass cheek loudly and proceeded to up the tempo. He grabbed one of my legs and lifted it up, allowing for better leverage as he fucked my asshole hard and fast. My tiny cock swung hung limply between my legs, swinging patheticly against my stomach without an ounce of hardness or arousal. Not even a drip of pre-cum. ‘Oh baby, you fucking little whore’ he roared in a deep voice. ‘Hiring you was the best decision I ever made’ he boasted as he proceeded to fuck me, naked and barefoot bent over a table, while casino şirketleri he was still fully clothed, wearing his shirt and pants and black dress shoes. I gasped for air as the fucking intensified, my asshole screaming in pain at being penetrated by this monster cock. After a few more minutes he grabbed my waist hard and then I felt a warm surge of liquid shooting through my insides. ‘Ahhhhh’ he gasped in a deep voice, staying in for a few more trusts before slowly pulling out. I gasped as the cock left my aching asshole. I dropped to my knees to lick the remaining cum from his cock, tasting my slutty asshole in the process. I heard a loud dripping noise as the cum slowly dripped down my asshole onto the wooden floor. On my knees, fully naked and barefoot having just been fucked in a restaurant by a fully clothed man. My tiny pathetic cock disappeared between my legs after being on hormones. Living life as a woman. As a whore.
‘Good girl’ he said, caressing my face as he pulled his cock out and zipped up his pants. He kissed me on the cheek and then went to the bathroom. I got up and sat naked on the edge of the table, my legs crossed. When he returned he came over and handed me two €50 notes. ‘Let’s make this a regular thing’ he said, stroking my cheek and then running his hand slowly down my naked, exhausted body. ‘I cannot even see it’ he exclaimed. ‘It’s like you’re a natural girl with a little pussy to play with’ he marvelled. ‘You’re the best girl I ever had’ he finished. ‘See you tomorrow’ he said as he grabbed his jacket and strode out of the restaurant, leaving me naked and soaked in cum and sweat. I pulled on my blouse, most of the buttons had been torn off, but one or two were still there, allowing me to close it enough to barely conceal my titties, but still showing quite a lot of cleavage and my stomach. I carefully put on my lace thong, as my aching asshole was still burning after the hard fucking. With my pants completely torn and in tatters on the floor, I gathered up the loose pieces and put them in the bin. Then I slipped on my ballet shoes and walked out, wearing a barely-there blouse and a tiny lace thong. The night was warm so I didn’t mind, plus I loved being an exhibitionist. There were several horny tourists and party-goers on the streets as I was walking home, marvelling at how little I was wearing. Some shouted ‘Slut!’ ‘Whore!’ as I walked past, others spanked my ass cheeks, which were exposed by the tiny lace thong I was wearing. My tiny cock and balls were shrivelled up inside my thong, no one would see them. I eventually got home and crawled into bed, tossing aside my torn blouse and tiny thong, reflecting on the night’s events. I had got my asshole fucked. For cash. I was now a whore. A prostitute.
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