USED!! CORRUPTED!!!

• Posted by Ann Kay Zola April 1, 2011 #erotic  2,297 views
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  This Transgender person was USED!!! How a vulnerable childlike Transvestite was CORRUPTED!!! A TRUE story from the Mean Streets of Perth, Western Australia. 

  The other night a real girl picked me up in a club and seduced me, she was a 'swinger', bossy type, her come on line was more or less 'will you lick my pussy'. She made me take her back to my place where we had some great straight fun. Later she took me back up town to the Delta club in Northbridge. There trannies and women get in free, it has a swimming pool, a pool table, a Juke Box, a soft drinks bar, non-stop hard core video on several screens, and bedrooms out the back for fucking.

  People, some of them very beautiful and desirable, wandered about naked or nearly so and ready to play.

  But I was with Bossy Boots. I stayed dressed, in my silly dizzy girl hooker outfit. She took me into a room with this tall handsome bloke, they were soon both naked, the idea was for me to watch and join in if I wanted.

  I have to say now that I was in wanton long blonde hair, frilly very short shiny black pleaty skirt, black lacy see-through top and, not yet fully seen, black lacy-top stay-ups and black girdle-suspender belt.

  Seeing the Lover Boy and Bossy Boots get eargerly to it, I thought that perhaps, in a spirit of community, I should at least take off my skirt. I did it with a slow sliding motion and a sense of self parody, half smiling, a mock sensuous movement, deliberately designed to invoke insane lust for my pretty body.

  The man who was licking Bossy Boot's pussy, suddenly lost interest in her, and gawked at my not ungraceful legs, with a lovely smile on his face, bless him. It was so gratifying. However Ann Kay Zola did not triumph. Bossy Boots kicked me out, saying I was a 'distraction'.

  I had to wait outside playing old soul and Iggy Pop songs on the Juke box, still saucily with my skirt off, suspender belt straps delicately spanning the shimmering white skin of my upper thighs to the deliciously lacy stocking tops.

  I recounted my story to several near-naked men around, who thought it was very funny. Bossy Boots is well known.

  After she came out she said the man wanted to talk to me. She went off saying 'Go with it darling I'll meet you in Connections.'

  I told Loverboy I only wanted to be kissed and cuddled, he said OK and took me to his hotel. There, to the velvet voice of Dusty Springfield (wisely my handbag was equipped with a copy of Dusty in Memphis), he stroked my satin stockinged legs. He kissed me like an angel, made me excited, and sucked me skilfully without me even asking. oooooOOOOOOOOOOooooo!!!

  He told me Bossy Boots' supervisory approach had made it so he couldn’t come.

  So AKZ, out of saintly compassion, and also from dark decadent passion, brought him to a climax, mainly by hand. Then I wandered dizzily out into the city night, clicking clacking through the mean streets, still unsated, and back into the throbbing flashing Connections Club. There I went into an insane frenzy of abandoned dancing with the wild boys and girls of the night, until near dawn. END This story is true and copyright. xxx Ann Kay Zola