Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/Ma, Consensual, TransGender, Fiction, Spanking, White Male, Oriental Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Larry is a young handsome editor living in Manila. He is half American and half Filipino and has a secret life as a "Ladyboy" who roams the bars and streets of the city looking for partners for her female persona. Larry feels trapped in her male body but when she is on the prowl, she comes alive with her kinky persona.

The sound of the heavy traffic from the street far below filtered into Larry Lindy's ears like some chaotic opera from hell. He opened just one eye to see if the American soldier he had taken home with him last night had left while he was still sleeping.

"Thank God!"

The hulking brute was not in evidence. The bathroom door was open and he could see the beast had taken a shower and used his only clean towel. Larry had a minor hangover but that was normal for a weekend night. His routine was to work his ass off in the publisher's office Monday thru Friday and then take up his feminine persona the entire weekend allowing the sex-starved tourists and military visitors to bombard his female form with whatever little fetish they harbored inside their dirty little minds. Depending on the level of drunkenness on the part of his escorts, they rarely fully aware of his physical sex and were only interested in what he could offer in the way of female companionship.

Larry's butt was sore from the terrible stretching the Sergeant had given his crotch-less pantyhose enclosed backside but it was a nice kind of ache. It was the kind of ache that made him remember being spanked first to his great delight and then taking the huge shaft deep inside the rose-scented pucker hole. It was a place that was dark and mysterious. It was a place where the sun doesn't shine.

He knew the big man had no idea that he had ass-fucked a physical male because he kept telling him things like,

"That's a good girl, Lucy. Bring that ass back to Daddy, baby. Oh, yeah, shake that booty, you sweet little thing. Daddy is going to fill you up to the brim."

Larry regretted the subterfuge but he knew that most of his clientele was basically straight and that they enjoyed the thought that they were getting sucked off or ass-fucking a pretty young girl who was a bit shy about showing her pussy. Larry prided himself in making the switch over to his feminine persona so realistic that even the bar-girls had no idea he was really a guy and not another available pick-up for the standard fee. In fact, a few of the bar-girls had made overtures to him in his female persona by touching his genetically enhanced boobs and sometimes even kissing him soulfully on the open lips. That sort of interaction confused him a bit because he was responding to the pretty bad girls in his conviction that he was really a girl in a man's body and not like a guy at all. He had no desire to fuck the girls, but he did like kissing them and if they allowed him, he would eat their pussy in the bathroom to their heart's content. The poor things never suspected a thing and were more than happy to accept him/her as a close female friend.

He had come to Manila as a dependent for his military parent and had stayed because he absolutely loved the lifestyle. The hordes of transient tourists and the military types gave him ample stock from which to pick and choose his bed partners for his female adventures each weekend. This was his third year in servicing the tourist trade and he was just turning twenty-one. It was fortunate that Larry was a short slender boy because the transition to a pretty pick-up girl was not difficult at all. He had taken the chemical enzymes to puff up his breasts and nipples so that he resembled a slender girl up top with perky boobs. Larry had chickened out on taking the final step of physical gender reassignment because he was afraid of medical complications but felt that his rear portal would satisfy almost every male desirous of stretching a tight "female" hole. His oral skills were excellent and he never had a complaint on that score.

It was lucky for Larry that his face was classically pretty and that his mixed blood had created facial features that would have easily won most beauty contests. It was one of the reasons why most males looking down into his eyes when he was on his knees felt they belonged to the prettiest girl they had ever seen. It was a great inducement for his clients to spill their seeds without holding back for action further south.

He was in a two for one routine on weekends. Larry considered it a successful evening on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays if he sucked two dicks and got a hot one up the ass in his darkened room. He believed that he was under the radar because he seldom did the same guy twice unless it was an accident or a coincidence of meeting an old client at another location. During the three years of weekend adventures he had only been found out a couple of dozen times when a sharp-eyed or inquisitive client discovered that "Lucy" had a cock.

Even though her partners were for the most part straight, most of them allowed him/her to give them anal pleasure provided she keep up the charade of being a pretty girl. Strangely, that was the most enjoyable interaction she had with males because it meant she was inside them just as they were inside her seeking the ultimate pleasure. A few of them even sucked her dick and the sensation was deeply satisfying especially when they swallowed her spunk just as she had swallowed theirs. For the most part, however, Larry/Lucy felt that she was really a girl and that the fact she had no pussy was not a disqualifying handicap for giving men pleasure.

Things were going along on an even keel until she met up with Angela at the "Texas" bar on the walking street. It was a slow evening and the girls were mostly watching the television and playing cards for money in the back of the establishment. She had eaten Angela's pussy a couple of months ago because the girl was a great kisser and she told Larry that she needed it "real bad". They hadn't repeated the activity but every time they met, they found a private secluded spot and Angela kissed him/her like there was no tomorrow making his hidden dick harder and sending little tingles into his tormented prostate like signals of hidden desire. Larry felt guilty about kissing an actual girl because of his commitment to being a "Ladyboy" but Angela's lips were like no other and he got lost inside her mouth like a silly schoolboy/girl looking for paradise.

All she got to do that night was the two prescribed blow-jobs in the alley with a taxi driver with extra cash and a government type with a huge belly that kept hitting her head as she labored diligently in front of him. Poor Angela had no customers at all and sobbed that she had no money to pay the hotel for her night's lodging.

Larry took pity on the poor girl and that was probably his first mistake.

The first thing that Angela wanted to do was to take a shower. That was a no-no from Larry's point of view because he was certain the fact he had a dick would be a big turn off for the female obsessed Angela. So he begged of on the basis that his hair-do was still newly set and that he wanted to keep it at least until the end of the weekend. He mollified her by taking a French bath and managing to keep his cock a secret. He was already in the big bed and with his dick safely tucked in out of the way hidden by lots of pubic hair.

The giggling Angela came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around her perfectly formed female body. She was a short girl, but had a pair of huge breasts that were at least a double "D" and her tiny waist was supported by a delicious heart-shaped ass that invited fingers, tongues and dicks to explore at their own risk.

Angela planted her happy bottom in a lovely spooning position in front of Larry's crotch and started to push back playfully like she was in bed with an amorous male. Larry knew that the girl was totally female focused so he/she played with her nipples until the pick-up girl whimpered out her surrender. Quickly, he reached around and started to massage her aroused clitoris with her knowing fingers and took her other hand and rimmed the horny girl's pucker hole with two fingers.

When she had Angela groaning non-stop, Larry/Lucy straddled her hips and keeping her cock out of the way she ground her crotch into the pretty girl's soft cheeks making her gasp with pleasure. It was obvious that Angela thought she was being massaged by her pretty girlfriend Lucy and that was bringing her to the edge of orgasm without need of any cock to pull the trigger.

Larry rode the shuddering girl trying his best to calm her down from the plateau of delight. The sheets were wet from Angela's female juices and somehow his betraying cock got involved by pressing into the girl's heated crack. It took a moment for Angela to realize that her "girlfriend" had male equipment and she looked over her shoulder with an accusing glance. He felt terrible about his devious deception but his cock was quite happy resting nonchalantly inside Angela's pretty bottom.

"Lucy, you are a man not a girl. Why do you pretend so at the bar and with me? I thought we were friends."

Larry was chastened and rushed to explain it was just that he was a female trapped inside a man's body and it was the only way he could actually live a lifestyle that suited his female persona.

Suddenly, Angela saw the benefit of having a female friend with a cock who could take care of her in ways that no man or no woman could ever achieve. Her "Lucy" was a treasure that could bring her pleasure with true kinky excitement. She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart with her beautifully decorated fingernails all done up in yellow and black. Her tender little brown eye stared up at Larry like a target on some shooting range waiting for the impact of the round bullet in the bull's eye. It was too much temptation for him to resist and he pressed his own bullet-head on the quivering star and defeated Angela's defecting sphincter with relative ease.

Once buried inside the pretty pick-up girl's bottom, Larry knew his cock was truly captured and that he was a prisoner of her tight channel. It was a novel experience for her/him and he/she was now totally confused as to whether she was enjoying Angela's tight rear door as a man or as a woman. Larry thought about all those muscular brutes that had ravished his own tight channel and realized that he was doing the same thing to this surrendered female underneath him. His emotions overcame his logic and he started to give it to her hard just the way he/she had taken it so many times.

The sounds of Angela uttering the dirty words so familiar on the walking street were foreign to him now because he was in total control of a female body. It was as if he had switched places with one of the tourists and was sampling the friendly flesh of a street girl purchased for a few dollars and a couple of drinks. Larry/Lucy didn't want to be a man but his cock was having such a good time that he rocked Angela's body with his vigorous demands.

He could hear her screaming in the distance. It was just at the moment that he/she spurted her/his load deep into her central core. His hot spunk hit her gut and she shuddered again in a fresh orgasm under her "girlfriends" deep penetration.

Angela looked over her shoulder with new respect for her best friend.

"I loved it, baby, I don't care if you are a boy or a girl, just keep doing me like that and we are a team forever."

That was when Ladyboy Larry found his "wife" and a permanent partner on the walking street of love and lust.

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