Josh is a 42 year old male with curly brown hair, a beard, and glasses who lives in a fancy apartment building downtown. He had seen Abby, a 20 year old blonde trans women, several times in the lobby. He loved her seductive walk and how she dressed. Each time he saw her she was in a short little mini skirt, fishnets, and high heels. Sometimes she had a crop top, and sometimes a form fitting corset. She did nothing to hid the bulge of her 9 inch cock under her skirts, she liked when guys stared and she had caught Josh several times. She had a thing for turning straight guys and lived to breed them. Abby had an idea of how to spice up her boring weekend. She knocked on Josh's door that night around 9. She was wearing a tiny pleated denim skirt, fishnets, a sexy lace corset, and knee high boots. When Josh answered his jaw ever so slightly. "I need your help she said" looking up at him with her big blue eyes. "What do you need from me" Josh asked. Strolling confidently into his apartment she turned and said "I need to be fucked raw and hard". Josh smiled and stepping up to her said "Thay I can do, just leave the skirt on". Josh had fantasies of being with a trans women but he never thought it would come true.

Chapter 3: Domination: Taking Ownership

Josh’s stomach dropped. Had she somehow seen him in the shower? The thought made his skin crawl. “No,” he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady. “I, uh… I get it waxed.” He hated how pathetic he sounded, like a guilty teenager caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His cheeks burned, the heat spreading down his neck and chest, as if she could see every inch of his shame.

Abby chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Waxed? Fancy. I guess you really were hoping for this, huh?” She trailed a finger down his spine, sending jolts of electricity through his body. Her touch was firm, deliberate, as if she were mapping him out, claiming him. He could feel the weight of her gaze on him, heavy and unrelenting.

He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for whatever was coming. “Just… just do it,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. He couldn’t stand the suspense any longer, the way his body betrayed him, trembling with anticipation. His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, as if they could anchor him to reality.

Abby leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “Patience, baby,” she whispered. “We’ve got all night.” She trailed a finger down his spine, sending jolts of electricity through his body. Her lips brushed against the shell of his ear, and he shuddered, a low moan escaping his throat. She was toying with him, and he hated how much he loved it.

He felt her shift behind him, the rustle of her corset and the soft slap of her thighs against the mattress. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for whatever was coming. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. He could feel her eyes on him, assessing him, stripping him bare with her gaze.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. He could feel her eyes on him, assessing him, stripping him bare with her gaze. Every second felt like an eternity, his breath coming in shallow gasps, his heart pounding in his chest.

He heard a tearing sound, followed by a faint crinkling. “Fishnets had to go,” she said, her voice casual, as if she were discussing the weather. “Wouldn’t want to rip them.” He could hear the smirk in her voice, the way she enjoyed his discomfort, his vulnerability. The sound of her movements, the rustle of fabric, sent another wave of heat through him.

Josh’s ass cheeks parted and he gasped as he felt the cold air on his exposed skin. His breath hitched, his body tensing as she spread him open, her fingers firm and unyielding. The sensation was overwhelming, his mind racing, his body betraying him with every touch.

He felt her fingers trace the outline of his ass, sending shivers down his spine. "Damn, I see your ass is hairless...did you shave for me, baby?" Her voice was low, teasing, and he could feel the heat of her breath against his skin. Her fingers lingered, exploring, as if she were savoring every moment.

"Waxed...I get it waxed," Josh said, his voice trembling. He hated how weak he sounded, how she had him right where she wanted him. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with anticipation, as her fingers continued their exploration.

"Good boy," Abby said, as she pulled his ass apart even more. Her voice was soft, almost tender, but there was a hardness to it, a command that sent a thrill through him. He could feel the heat of her body against his, her presence overwhelming, intoxicating.

He felt a cold, wet sensation as she spread lubricant across his hole, her fingers probing and teasing. He bit down on the pillow to stifle a groan, his body arching involuntarily as her fingers pressed against him. The sensation was electric, his mind blanking, his body responding to her every touch.

"Relax, baby, this is going to feel so good," Abby whispered in his ear. Her voice was low, soothing, but there was an edge to it, a promise of something more. He could feel her breath against his skin, her body pressing against his, as her fingers continued their work.

Josh closed his eyes and tried to relax, but his body was tense and rigid. He could feel Abby's presence behind him, her energy radiating off her like a heat wave. Every touch, every movement, sent waves of pleasure through him, his mind struggling to keep up.

He felt the tip of her cock press against his hole, a slow, deliberate pressure that made him gasp. "Ready?" Abby asked, her voice low and husky. Josh nodded, unable to speak, his heart pounding in his chest as he braced himself for the pain, the pleasure, the unknown. The pressure increased, and he let out a low moan, his body arching as she pushed inside.