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We didn't plan for it to happen.. I remember talking to you last night.. You were with a friend downtown, but you came at my call.. We met at the supermarket to be in the cafeteria.. We greeted each other with a smile and a kiss. We wanted to be in the cafeteria but it was already late and we left. You promised me wine, and you bought a bottle of wine at the supermarket. Then we looked for a place to drink.. I invited you to my apartment because we were gonna get screwed on the street.. It was genuinely not with any other intention.. In the living room we would stop to drink wine and kiss, while talking. These were getting louder and louder and we got carried away for a while.. You got up to turn off the light and we kept kissing.. You threw yourself on the furniture and attracted me to you.. You were lying on the furniture all along and I was on top of you.. You whispered to me that you wanted to feel me and while you kissed me you said "I'm yours" and smiling I answered you not to tempt me. You'd pull up my shirt, and you'd stroke my lower back and waist while you nibbled on my lips... You took off my shirt and I was in a bra.. You quickly untied it and my breasts were exposed. You got me up to access that area.. My desire grew as you licked my nipples and nibbled on them.. You made me moan and I listened to yours. You asked me to go to a room. Halfway down the hall you carried me, I put my legs around you and you kissed my neck. We started stripping desperate to surrender.

Your belt got really tricky, so I waited impatiently for you to untie it to take off your polo.. I could feel your skin warm, as my skin rubbed against your chest, and we hugged and kissed, pausing to finish undressing.. I was very desirous but I was also a little nervous and you made sure you wanted to give me pleasure. In the room I was ecstatic as we hugged, our bodies intertwined, gasping for pleasure.. I was surprised by the sweetness with which you touched me, the emphasis on kissing my lips, the delicacy of running through my body.. You penetrated me, I embraced you with my legs and I heard your moan of pleasure as you moved with impetus inside me. I also groaned in your ear as I felt the punches and your warm body wrapping me. We wanted each other, we gave ourselves, we made love. When we both finished, we realized you ended up inside.. I got desperate and we went out into the living room to talk.. I started crying and you felt guilty and you were moved too.. I reassured you, we took a deep breath and decided we'd make sure by taking a Post Day.

We had to talk about what happened.. After the pleasurable, being realistic was the next thing.. I asked you what we agreed on.. You said you wanted a relationship, and I just kept quiet.. After I woke up from the pill, neither short nor lazy you told me to do it one more time. I wanted to too, and when we finished talking we kissed again. Back in the room again. This time I want everything.. You lay in bed and I rode you. I caressed your chest and heard your sighs and moans. I masturbated your dick while I was bringing your hands to my breasts for you to touch and play with.. I finally got your dick inside me and I was ecstatic as I moved, and I asked you to slap me. You grabbed me by the waist and moved around to climax too.. I could tell by your face that I left you satisfied, in fact I joked that I tired you too much.. It was our first time, and more importantly the first time I made love, that I was made love.. It was sublime and pleasurable..

The days went by, Marta and I had hooked up and had a habit with each other.. We had sex every other night, and sometimes even in the morning. We used all kinds of dildos. I couldn't go through with it without getting ready to go to bed with her. And she was the same, we'd get pretty and we'd perfume and then we'd fuck like two vicious, unrestrained bitches.. It's like they've combined hunger with the desire to eat.. We would hang out and go on walks on the weekends; I no longer had any problem with how I dressed.. Marta recommended a styling site for us, so I started going and got a total laser haircut. I didn't have a lot of beard, so it wasn't hard. I also had my feet and my nails done, and I changed my hair every week.. But there was one thing that was starting to bother me, not having tits. If I was wearing certain clothes, I could wear a bra with shapes that simulated having a breast, but what I wanted to do was mark a cleavage.. Marta knew I was having a hard time with that, so we looked it up on the Internet and finally found something that could, for the time being, help.. We looked to find him in Madrid and did some digging. It was a kind of T-shirt with the breasts built in, and a little bit of a neck, made of silicone. But not the cheap ones you can find on AliExpress, but some of the good ones, which were worth ten times more, and they were short and long, which means they ended up just below the chest and some of them almost reached the navel..

We contacted the supplier and ordered one of each model, he did some tests on my skin-color cut and made sure no one would notice that what I could see was different from real skin. He was a good prankster.. It would take about a month to send me some fake boobs in a 36FF size, in a flaky shape, which is not like balloons, but like cutting a melon in half on the equator. I've always liked those. The funny thing is, after we ordered, we got a call from Dr.. Ramos to visit her, and there we went... My tests were fine and he was going to prescribe me the hormones, estradiol and the testosterone inhibitor, spironolactone; with the caveat that first and for a while I would have to take the spironolactone inhibitor and then give it estrogen. He harassed me with questions about whether I was sure and blah. (he has to).and he extended me the prescriptions with the treatment. He asked me if I was going to get implants, and I said yes, and that I didn't even mind, at one point, changing my sex with an operation and getting a real pussy... I looked at Martha and she looked at me. We left the office and as we got into the car Marta said to me. -”When you're ready, we could take a trip to Thailand and have surgery. If we both go together, we'll feel more accompanied. One first and then the other when the one being operated on is more or less restored. I know people who would arrange our trip and also recommend the best clinics.”. We didn't say anything the rest of the way, but I could feel the idea had been planted in us..

I liked that Marta fucked me, with her cock or with a strap dildo with vibration and liquid that simulated cumming.my ass could already handle any type of dildo, it was already dilated by habit.every night I received cock, and I hardly needed lubricant, although with it, what they put in me glided better.I also liked that in I fucked by mouth, To talk dirty to me and spank me and spit on me when we were in missionary posture. It was clear that I was the submissive of the relationship, although when it was my turn to fuck her the roles were reversed, but I didn't do it so convincingly, it was as if I fucked her out of obligation and condescension. I was a bit of a badass, but I liked that I was....I noticed when I was going to cum and stop, the motherfucker stopped.and I got on my livers... -"Do you want cock, slut?. Come on, ask for it! Ask me to give you cock!" ... And I was squirming trying to move so that my prostate would still feel the massage, but she was very skilled.very veteran and knew how to fuck a vicious novice like me.the fact is that when I begged her and cried to her.she started her movement again and made me moans that I didn't know I had... -"And now I'm going to make you cum, Baby, ask me to make you..." And I, bellowing like a bitch, screamed for it, until she "touched the key" and a stream of my cumshot came out of my cock. At that moment she pressed a button and a small dildo pump, she poured a jet of hot liquid inside my ass. The combination of the two sensations was very strong. on the one hand the physical and on the other the psychological one of noticing as if they were cumming at the same time as you... I liked to eat her cock and have her cum in my mouth, and then kiss her, but I also knew that she wanted to be fucked in the ass, she asked me with her eyes when she was very horny, then I would put on the straps and fuck her as hard as I could.

One night, after we fucked, while he was caressing me, he said... "Martina, I need a man, I want to fuck a man, a black man with a real dick, big, and a real semen. I wish you wouldn't be mad at me if I did. Believe me, I need it. That surprised me, I'm sure. As it seemed we were too, Martha had already covered her needs. But of course, I didn't know what it was like to be with a man and she did, so it made sense what she was saying... It took me a few moments to assimilate the novelty, and of course, she and I were just as we were, but we had never made any promises to each other or made vows of just you and you just me, like some couples do... I told you that. I didn't care, that I understood that I had that need, but that I couldn't go any further because I didn't know that feeling.. -”Look, do you know what we can do? Wait for your tits to arrive and when you've worn them for a couple of days that you've gotten used to, we're going to put on our slutty clothes and we're going to go to one of those places I told you, and give the feeling that we're "available" to be fucked. "But know that I'm happy with you and there are days when I can't wait for the night to come to get into bed with you, you've made me feel things that I haven't felt with anyone más.ni man or woman or sissy. I need you to treat me like a whore. We all need a man to treat us like a whore sometime.

” I listened to her carefully and, as always when she spoke to me, everything she said made sense, I mean, I didn't see that she was trying to tease me. What did I know about what it felt like when a black man fucked you in the ass with a very hard cock? I saw that on TV and I could get an idea of what it was, but what they showed in the film you had to experience to know to what extent if you have experienced it it makes you need it... That's why I couldn't be bothered by his request, even if I felt a little jealous, but the "bargaining chip" he offered me....to show me what it is and help me with my first man by going dressed as a whore to one of those places he told me about the day he put away his clothes....had a morbidity that was hard to ignore, So I smiled at her and said... -"You can do whatever you want, honey, I understand that you need that, but keep in mind that I may need it too later if what you propose goes well. And she turned to me and gave me a tongue kiss for a minute... -"I want you to eat my cock and swallow my milk to the last drop, And don't stop looking at me while you've made it so haces.me you know how to make me, so..." And I got to work... I was already looking forward to a phone call to tell me that my boobs were there... Tomorrow morning, I would go to the pharmacy to buy hormones, all by myself, in my heels, shaking my ass and proud to rule my life as I was doing.