Served up at the Party
This story deals with a ftm man and his mistress. I chose to use cunt, pussy, dick and cock to reference the transman's genitalia. While it is not a non-con story, there are elements of coercion or reluctance. If this terminology or subject matter upsets you, this story may not be for you. *** "So, are you a boy or a girl?" This party was boring. These questions were boring. The exec asking me was boring - fat, ugly, and old. I could see the way he was looking me up and down, and knew where this was going. I also could clearly see the wedding ring on his finger. "A little of both, I guess." He leered. I leaned on the snack table and crunched a celery stick. "Come on, sweetie. What's between those legs of yours?" "I don't really see how that's any of your -" A hand on my shoulder froze my words in mid air. "Sorry, Robert. It forgets it's place sometimes." A cold shiver ran down my spine. Her presence was commanding