Chapter 1: Introduction
She'd faced all types of crowds by now, but Destiny still felt the knot in her stomach whenever she was confronted by the curious stares of strangers. She often wondered what people saw when they looked at her. A girl with flowing brown hair as soft as silk and piercing brown eyes that held secrets? Or a freak with an unnatural body?
"I'm sorry, what?" Destiny asked, snapping out of her thoughts. She frowned at the shaggy-haired guy in front of her, trying to remember what they were just talking about.
The rent, it was something about the rent. Destiny sighed and reached for her laptop, pulling up the Ad listed on Craigslist with a swift click. She glanced back at the guy, who was pausing dramatically before stepping forward, clutching a worn leather portfolio.
"I'm Mike," he said with a friendly smile, sticking out a fist as if they were meeting on the street, not in a small, cozy apartment. "Nice place you've got here." His voice was deep and soothing, perfect for radio commercials or smooth jazz records.
Destiny couldn't help but notice how his blue eyes twinkled when he looked at her, making her feel seen and appreciated in a way she didn't realize she craved. She hesitantly bumped her fist against his, trying to ignore the feeling of warmth spreading through her chest.
"Destiny," she said, managing to return his smile. She gestured towards the worn-out couch that had seen better days, trying to focus on anything other than the piercing stare of her new potential roommate.
"So, you're applying for the room?" she blurted out, hoping to dispel the tension building in her chest.
Mike sat down, looking around the apartment with a blatant curiosity that made Destiny squirm in her seat. She'd never been good at hiding the eccentricities of her life, not from her family nor her friends. But this was different. This was a stranger, someone who didn't know her past or her secrets.
"It's a pretty amazing space," Mike said, nodding towards the bookshelf.
"Transgender studies, huh? That's so awesome."
Destiny felt her heart sinking. She'd never expected people to ask about her books, not when there was always a lingering curiosity about her body. She was suddenly aware of her curves and her large penis, and she felt the need to shield herself.
"Oh, yeah. I'm a trans woman myself. I hope that's not an issue." She replied.
"That's great, I admire your courage. I've always had a deep admiration for trans women, they are absolutely incredible."
Destiny raised her eyebrows in surprise, but she couldn't deny the warm feeling that spread through her chest. No one had ever expressed admiration for her identity before, and she felt seen and appreciated in a way she never had before.
"Thank you," she said softly, looking down at her hands. "That means a lot to me."
Mike smiled warmly at her, his eyes shining with genuine admiration. "It's true," he said. "I've always been drawn to trans women. They're so strong, so resilient, and so beautiful.
There's a sense of power in their existence, in their strength to claim their identities and live their truths. They've inspired me, they've enlightened me, and they've shown me what real courage looks like. I'm fascinated by them, by their struggles and their triumphs. They're absolute queens, worthy of reverence and devotion.
Destiny gazed at Mike, feeling a strange connection to him. His words echoed her own thoughts, reflecting her feelings more accurately than anyone else ever had.
Destiny found herself opening up to him, telling him about her struggles and triumphs, her fears and dreams. It was as if a dam had burst, releasing a torrent of words that had long been kept bottled up inside her.
As the evening wore on, Destiny couldn't help but notice how natural it felt to be around Mike. His easy-going manner and genuine kindness put her at ease, and she found herself becoming more confident as they talked. She felt a spark of excitement as she began to see the potential benefits of having a submissive roommate.
It was strange, really, how Mike's admiration and appreciation of her identity seemed to awaken something inside of her. She felt a sense of power and control that she had never known before.
As they talked, Destiny found herself becoming more and more drawn to Mike's quiet strength and submissive nature. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him, the way her heart raced when he looked at her with those bright blue eyes.
Days turned into weeks, and before she knew it, Destiny and Mike had fallen into a comfortable routine.
He was always eager to help, whether it was cooking dinner or tidying up the apartment. Destiny couldn't deny that it was nice to have some support, especially after struggling to pay the rent on her own.
One day, as Destiny was getting ready for a night out, she heard a knock on her bedroom door. She groaned in frustration, knowing that Mike would probably need something.
"What is it, Mike?" she called out, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," Mike replied, his voice shaking slightly. "I just, um, I was wondering if I could help you get ready?"
Destiny froze, feeling a sudden pang of guilt. Here she had been, judging him for his admiration of trans women, completely oblivious to his submissive nature. She knew that she should be angry, but instead, she felt a strange sense of fascination.
"Of course," she finally replied, her voice softer than before.
She took a deep breath and opened the door, feeling the wave of nervousness crashing over her once again.
Mike's eyes were wide with excitement as he took in the sight of Destiny in front of him. She was dressed in a figure-hugging black dress, her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders like a river of gold.
"Wow, Destiny, you look stunning!" he exclaimed, unable to hide his admiration.
She felt a surge of pleasure, feeling validated and appreciated in a way she hadn't expected.
"Thank you, Mike," Destiny replied, smiling at him. "You look amazing too," she added, taking in his tight black jeans and simple white t-shirt.
Destiny took a step closer to Mike, feeling almost hypnotized by his gaze. She reached out and traced her fingers along his jawline, feeling the rough stubble under her fingertips.
"So, do you want to help me get ready or...?" Destiny said with a coy smile, looking up at him through her lashes.
Mike gulped, his heart racing in his chest. He'd fantasized about this moment for so long, ever since he first saw Destiny's Ad on Craigslist. He'd always been drawn to her, and he couldn't deny his desire any longer.
"Yes," he murmured, barely above a whisper.
Destiny's grip on him tightened, and she could feel his heart pounding against her hand. She leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiating off his body. She could smell him, a mix of soap, sweat, and something distinctly male. It was a heady scent, one that made her body feel weak with desire.
"Are you sure?" she breathed into his ear, feeling the slight tremble of his body in response.
He nodded, unable to utter a word. Destiny smiled and kissed him deeply, savoring the feeling of his lips on hers.
She felt a fire burning within her, a fire that only seemed to grow stronger the closer she came to him. She pulled away and whispered, "I think I'm ready."
Mike's breath hitched in his throat as he looked into her eyes. He wanted to do everything he could to make her happy, to make her feel wanted and desired. "Take off your dress, Destiny."
She hesitated for a moment, but then allowed him to unzip the dress and pull it off. Standing there in only her bra and panties, she felt vulnerable, but also powerful.
She watched as his gaze roamed over her body, taking in her every curve, and she reveled in the attention.
"Fuck, Destiny, you're gorgeous," he murmured, reaching out to touch her shoulder.
She shivered at his touch, feeling a spark of electricity running down her spine. Slowly, she removed her bra and let it fall to the ground, revealing her large breasts with nipples already hard.
He couldn't help but stare.
He'd seen trans bodies before, but none that were as beautiful as Destiny's. He reached out and gently touched her breasts, feeling their softness and their weight in his hands. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
Destiny gasped at the sensation, feeling a surge of pleasure run through her body. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to her. She let out a low moan as he continued to worship her breasts, feeling her cock getting hard with desire.
He was all hers, ready to do anything she wanted, and she felt powerful beyond measure.
Slowly, she began to undress the rest of her body, letting the fabric slip away from her slender waist and hips. She had always struggled with her confidence, but with Mike submitting to her every desire, she felt like she could conquer the world.
When she was completely naked, she looked down at her large, beautiful cock and felt a mix of pride and shame.
But seeing the way Mike was looking at her, she knew she had no reason to be ashamed.
"Oh, god, Destiny," he murmured, eyes wide as he stared at her cock. "I've never seen anything so beautiful."
She couldn't help but smile at that. She had always been self-conscious about her body, but Mike made her feel like a goddess. She took his hand in her own and slowly guided it towards her cock, feeling a shot of electricity as his fingers brushed against her shaft.
He was gentle, cautious in his movements, but she could see the hunger in his eyes. She knew that he wanted this just as much as she did. She watched as he wrapped his fist around her cock, feeling the warmth of his skin against her own as he began to stroke her slowly, deliberately. She moaned softly, feeling her thighs tremble with pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" she gasped, as he continued to jerk her off.
"Yes," he breathed, his gaze locked on hers.
"I love every inch of you, Destiny."
She couldn't hold back the smile that spread across her face. She had always been self-conscious about her body, but Mike made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, feeling his hands wrap around her waist as he pulled her closer.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, Destiny?" he asked, his eyes shining with desire.
She gasped at the dirty words that came out of his mouth.
"Fuck, yes, I want you to suck my cock, Mike." Destiny murmured, her heart racing with anticipation.
She stepped back and let him kneel down before her, his eyes filled with hunger and adoration. He watched as she slowly began to stroke her own cock, feeling a sense of excitement and power rush through her veins.
Mike couldn't take his eyes off Destiny's beautiful cock. It was thick and long, and he felt his own cock throb with desire as he watched her stroke it.
"Please, Destiny," he begged.
"Let me taste you."
She took a deep breath and looked down at him, feeling a surprising twinge of fear from his desperation. But she pushed it away and honored his submission, wanting to give him what he desired.
Slowly, she dropped to her knees in front of him, positioning his throbbing cock in front of her lips. She licked the head, feeling the sweet taste of precum and salty sweat, and hearing his low groan of approval.
She looked up at him, feeling the power in this moment as she controlled his pleasure. Destiny ran her tongue over the length of his cock, feeling him shudder with every lick and suck. She cupped his balls with her hand, feeling their weight and smoothness, and massaging them gently.
"Fuck, Destiny, that feels so good," Mike gasped, his voice filled with desperation and pleasure.
She could see his hips thrust forward involuntarily, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.
She wrapped her lips around the shaft and sucked hard, feeling him tremble with pleasure. She reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to her.
"Fuck, Destiny, you're going to make me cum," he groaned, his voice ragged with desire.
She wanted to hear more of his filthy words, to see how far she could push him. She stroked his cock faster, still holding it tightly in her mouth. She felt him twitch in her hand, and he let out a guttural moan as he came.
Destiny pulled back, allowing his cum to shoot out onto her face and chest. She opened her mouth to take in as much as she could, feeling the salty taste and texture on her tongue.
"Oh, fuck, Destiny, that was incredible," Mike panted, collapsing onto the ground next to her.
She smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had never felt so fucking powerful, so fucking sexy, as she did in that moment. She stood up, her entire body tingling with pleasure.
Destiny looked down at Mike, who was still sprawled on the floor, panting and catching his breath. Her chest was still sticky with his cum, and she felt so fucking alive.
"Thank you," she said softly, still looking at him with a lingering gaze. "I've never felt so fucking desired and appreciated."
He sat up, reaching out to wipe some of his cum off her chest with a trembling hand. "You deserve to feel that way. Every day."
She smiled and knelt down in front of him, taking his face in her hands.
The warmth of his flesh contrasted sharply with the cool marble of the bathtub tiles. With a fierce intensity painted across her features, she kissed him deeply. The taste of his wine-soaked lips sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands roamed his shoulders, muscles rippling beneath her touch. She wanted him with every fiber of her being.
destiny's fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the powerful muscles flexing as he gasped for air. she paused to caress his large pecs, feeling his heart pounding against his chest like a drum.
She tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and exposing his bare, muscular torso. She allowed her fingers to dance across his hard abs before making their way down to his belt buckle.
Destiny looked up at him, eyes full of desire, and smirked. "Shall we?"
He nodded eagerly, and she pulled the buckle apart, unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down to his ankles. His cock sprung free, already hard and erect.
"Bend over for me." She ordered, her hard cock ready for action.
He was happy to oblige, bending over and spreading his cheeks wide open for her. She could see his tight hole, wet and ready for her cock. She couldn't wait any longer, positioning her cock at his entrance and pushing forward with a grunt.
Destiny loved the feeling of being in control, feeling his tight hole enveloping her cock as she plowed deeper and harder. She gripped his hips, slamming into him with a swift motion, over and over again.
She loved the feeling of him, the slickness of his body and the way he opened up for her. His moans rang in her ears, adding to the heat between them.
Destiny reached around, grabbing onto his cock, feeling it twitch in her hand as she stroked him in time with her thrusts. He was close, she could tell from the trembling in his body and the quickening of his breath.
"Come for me, Mike," she growled, her voice low and commanding.
She felt him shaking under her grip, his ass clenching around her cock as he neared the edge. She plunged deeper, harder, their skin slapping together in a wild, primal rhythm.
"Fuck, Destiny!" he cried out, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the cold marble.
She released his cock and slapped his ass, a sharp crack echoing around the bathroom. She reached forward and gripped his hair, pulling his head back.
Her free hand slid down his back, tracing her nails lightly across his skin, leaving dark red marks that would exist as a reminder of this passionate moment.
"Who's boss here, little one?" she whispered, her voice dripping with sex appeal.
"You are, Destiny," Mike murmured, his voice trembling with anticipation.
She felt a rush of desire coursing through her, fueled by his submission. She leaned down and took a firm hold of his throat, pressing her lips against his. Their tongues met, battling for dominance, both desperate for control.
But it was always Destiny who took the lead, guiding the kiss to her will as she continued to thrust in and out of Mike. He whimpered below her, hands gripping the sides of the tub as she pinched his nipples with her free hand.
"You like that?" she whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "You like it when I fuck you hard like this?"
"Yes, God, yes," he moaned, his hips jerking forward in a helpless plea for more.