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Added: Mar 31, 2012
Owner: puzziboi
Total Stories: 22

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Allen whipped his azure blue 1998 Mercedes-Benz SL500 convertible into a parking space in front of the office suites of the business park. He had been driving it solely, due to being completely paid for, ever since losing his job as an IT Manager with a community bank in early 2009. He searched high and low for a new job matching his qualifications, but he took a string of part-time jobs and project consultant work to supplement his military retirement benefits. He and his wife, Shelia, needed as much money as possible to pay for the house and their three children in college.

Allen sold his 2007 Chrysler 300 in an effort reallocate the money spent on payment to actual necessities. This also allowed his teacher wife to continue driving her 2008 Nissan Maxima SL. Four months ago, He had accepted a network administrator job at a small start-up that made educational software programs. The pay was decent, but because it was a new company it was around sixty percent of what he made at the bank. Still, this job enabled him to give up the stint as a night security guard.

He walked into the institutional style office and was greeted by the receptionist-slash-office manager, Kristina. She was friendly and the one of the co-owners daughter. Generally sweet and upbeat, she was a great asset to the LearnTech team. At twenty-seven years old, she had an incredible work ethic and excellent skills.

Hows it going today, the former Marine Corps captain inquired.
Pretty good, Allen, she replied. I placed some mail in your box, she informed him with a smile.
Thanks, the forty-two year old replied.
Im ordering lunch from Athenika Deli today. Would you like me to place one for you?
Yeah, Ill take a lamb gyro plate. Extra tzatziki sauce, he said pulling ten dollars from his brown leather wallet.

He walked into his office and began checking system functionalities. He worked on upgrading a server and was called on by a small private school in Arizona to help get them through LearnTechs firewall so their students could access the modules. He was thrilled when lunch arrived. Kristina hand-delivered the meal to his office.

Is anyone eating in the kitchen, Allen asked.
No, everyone was going to work at their desks.
Is Joann working the front desk for you now, he inquired referring to the aging billing clerk.
She is, Kristina smiled.
Join me, he offered pointing at a seat.

Kristina sat and the two began their lunch.

After a few minutes of silence, Kristina prodded, Any plans for the weekend?
Not really. Shelia and I might go see the kids.
Theyre all at the same college, right?
Yes maam. Winston-Salem State.
I went there for a while, she added.
What do you have going on?
Ill probably get my car washed and read a book, she laughed. Im a pretty boring soul.

A young woman like you should be out there enjoying life. I know four or five young bucks are chasing after you. No offense.
None taken, the caramel-skinned co-worker blushed. Not that many. Plus, most of them arent about anything. I prefer a man over forty. I feel like the vast majority of men arent really mature until then.
I guess I qualify as mature, he chuckled.
In a good way, yes, she consoled him.

They finished lunch and each went back to work. Most of the companys nine employees began trickling out of the office between 4:30 and 5:00. Allen was stuck on a conference call with a clients IT team on the West Coast about a new implementation. He glanced at his clock and saw that it was 5:29. He was ready for them to shut up. When the meeting concluded, it was right at 6:00. He ran to the restroom and noticed someone was in the kitchen. He peaked in and saw Kristina.

After relieving himself, he returned to see what she was doing.

Hey, lady!
Hi, Allen! Whats going on?
Just got off a call. Ready to go home.
Me too, she admitted. Im about to head out now, she sniffled.
Are you okay?
Yeah, just a lot going on.
Need to talk, he offered.
I dont wanna burden you with men problems.
Well, all men are assholes.

They both laughed. As they walked toward the front of the building, Kristina continued her muted lamentation. Do you really not mind listening, she wanted to know. Allen invited her into his office and the closed the door out of habit even though everyone else was gone.

Kristina began, I like to think Im a reasonably attractive young woman. And that Im intelligent and fun to be around. I just keep meeting men that want me as a side chick, but they dont say that up front. They start off saying theyre single or about to get a divorce. Then three months down the line, they have a girlfriend or theyre reconciling. I just want to be somebodys number one.

Like I said, all men are assholes, Allen philosophized. Dont give up. Maybe you need to look in different places. Hang out with a little older crowd of ladies when you go out in groups.
Thanks for the suggestions. Ill be okay. I just wanted to get that off my chest. I understand a lot of men like to be on the D.L. and thats a big part of it, she reasoned.
What does that have to do with you, Allen was puzzled.
Oh, gasped. I thought everyone here knew I was transgender.
Are you saying you used to be a man, he quizzed.
I wouldnt call what I was a man. But, yeah I wasnt born a girl.
You had me fooled, he replied slightly less perplexed, but still surprised. You look better than ninety percent of the women Ive seen, he reasoned.
Thanks, she blushed.

Allens stare locked onto her wide-set brilliant brown eyes. She glanced away. Be confident, Kristina. Hold eye contact with men, he advised her. She looked back at him- this time much longer. She studied the angular face of the milk chocolate man with broad should shoulders and a trim five-foot-nine-inch frame. Very good. This draws men into women. Just like its drawing me to you.

Kristina felt the pressure rising. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of white ruffled blouse exposing a hint of her black lace bra and small cleavage. She grabbed a pamphlet from Allens desk and began to fan. Allen stood and unbuckled his belt. He pulled down his khaki pants. His impressive eight-inch dick stuck out of the opening of his silk boxers. Kristina knew the deal. She would have a hot fling with this handsome older married man. It would go nowhere, but the immediate pleasure of the sexual release would help her escape her current woes.

Kristina reached for the jumping dick and caressed it gently. Her lips wrapped around the head and she worked her way down the shaft. Allen moaned, Damn that feels good. Kristina continued sucking and stroking his member. His sweet-tasting juices flowed into her mouth giving her the revelation that he ate plenty of fruits. She nursed on the love tool with relentless passion. Allen's knees buckled and he had to lean back on the desk to steady himself. Kristina maintained her oral efforts as she completely removed her blouse and bra. She rose and showed off her perky B-cup tits.

Allen kneaded one with each hand. Soft, he remarked. How did you get them?
Hormone injections, she informed him.

Allen moved him to pleasure the natural mammaries with his mouth. As he suckled them, Kristina played with his dick. I want to fuck you, he confessed.

I want you to fuck me too, she breathed.
I never fucked a transgender girl before. You gotta teach me, he pleaded.
Im a good teacher.

Kristina hike up her navy pencil skirt and slid down her bikini-cut panties. She spat on her hand and worked the lubrication into her hole. She bent over the desk. Allen moved behind. She positioned his dick at her opening. He pressed against it. There was strain. Eventually the head of his cock popped in. Kristina winced a tad. Allen felt accomplished. He wiggled his hips to work in his member inch by inch.

Oh my god, its so big, she cried out.
Be a good girl and take it, he ordered.
Yes sir.

The tightness of her anus far exceeded that of any pussy he had ever entered. The warmth was greater too. And, he could not believe that being inside her ass felt completely natural. He grabbed her waist and methodically hammered her hole.

Fuck my tranny pussy, baby.
Hell yeah. Give it to me!
Its your tranny pussy. Fuck it!

Allen pounded harder. His ball sack shriveled with anticipation of cumming. His body tightened. Then, his loins pulsated. A river of baby batter flooded the cave that was Kristinas tranny pussy. She yelled out, Oh yessss! Allen pulled out of her and plopped into a chair.

That was hot! Im almost one hundred percent certain tranny pussy is better than real pussy, he murmured. Kristina smiled with satisfaction. They tidied up and left the premises.

At home, Shelia fixed Allen a plate of grilled tilapia, steamed carrots, and cinnamon apples.

How was your day, she asked.
Long, but it ended on a high note, Allen smirked.
Good, she approved stuffing a carrot into her mouth.

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