Chapter 2: The Return of my Tgirl Fuck Slut

A lot of time had passed since I last had Elise tied to my coffee table so I could roughly use all her holes but then that was the pattern. She would beg to visit, come over, be fully used and satiated, and then run back into hiding until her desires and fantasies got the better of her again.

She tried to deny it but was addicted to being a cross-dressing, cock sucking, gaping-holed slut. The fact was that I was always going to be her first port of call when the need rose in her again.

So why was I always the first port of call? Well, because I treated Elise well. Yes, I fuck and use her like the slut she is, but I always call her by the feminine pronouns she prefers. I never tried to make her use her penis, what she called her ‘boy clitty’, for anything other than what I’d use the clitoris on a cisgender girl. That is to say, only to add to her arousal and as stimulation to help her achieve orgasm. And I never expected her to fuck me with it. In other words, I treated her as the woman she wanted to be.

It started in the usual way, one word, ‘hi’, texted to my cell phone. Knowing how the game was to be played, I waited two days before replying with ‘Miss Elise’.

Elise immediately replied, ‘What are you up to?’

‘Working out when I’m going to have you,’ I replied.

There was a gap of a few minutes before Elise came back. ‘Am I that obvious?’ she asked.

‘Yes,’ I immediately texted back.

‘Oh’ came back.

‘Miss Elise, you know you have no need of pretence with me.’ I wrote. ‘You need to feel like a woman again. You need to be owned and dominated and made to feel like the submissive, sexy and desirable woman I know you to be, and you so want to be. So stop equivocating and give me some times you’re available.’

‘How does this Friday at about 7.30 pm sound? She typed.

‘Works for me as long as you come dressed up. Otherwise, I’ll leave you a key in the usual place, and you can come over earlier and get yourself all glammed up for me when I get home about 7 ish.’

‘Leave the key, please?’ She said. ‘I have new housemates, and I’d rather not have them know.’

I smiled in anticipation. ‘See you about 7 on Friday then’, I texted.

It was only early Monday, so I had five days of anticipation to fill in before our meeting on Friday. It had been too long between visits, and I was looking forward to seeing her again. Unfortunately, I was finding it hard to concentrate on work.

As I daydreamed and reminisced about some of her earlier visits, I’d often discover myself idly fiddling with myself. I found myself thinking of Elise’s willing mouth, holes, and talented hands. How her ass, her ‘boy cunt’ as she called it, was so tight and velvety around my cock. How she would greedily clench and unclench her sphincter as I pounded into her, milking me for all I was worth.

I called my cleaner to ensure I had fresh sheets on the bed. I asked her to open all the doors and windows for a couple of hours as she cleaned so my unit would be well-aired when Elise arrived Friday evening. I ordered some flowers to be delivered whilst the cleaner was in, along with a card saying they were for Elise.

Finally, it was Friday evening, and I was done with work. Taking a cab home, I rushed up the stairs to my unit. Unlocking the door, I ventured inside. The dimmers had been turned down, and a heady smell of incense and flowers permeated the room.

In a strong, firm voice, I said, ‘Elise, I’m home.’ Making sure she would be aware of my presence and not be frightened or startled at my arrival.

‘Won’t be a moment, Sir,’ she responded from my bedroom in a low husky voice.

The sound of her voice made my dick jump. I loved that voice! I made myself scotch rocks and sat on my couch in anticipation.

I had barely settled into my seat when Elise appeared. I was stunned! She had spent the months since I saw her last working on her make-up skills. Elise wore a long jet-black wig with a tousled locks look. Her make-up smoothed out her features and was cleverly applied to hide almost all signs of masculinity.

Bronzer highlighted her well-defined cheekbones, and contouring had thinned out her nose and rounded out her chin to add to the feminine look. Her eyelids were perfectly outlined and shaded to make her blue eyes sparkle and pop. Dark red lipstick emphasised her full cupid bow lips. A complete set of false dark red nails and a faint smell of musky perfume finished the look perfectly.

All I could say was, ‘Wow!’

As she walked further into the room, I saw she was wearing a full-length black silk nightie with a black silk shoulder wrap. She had her 18 double D breast forms crammed into a 16 C black bra which made her ‘tits’ sit high and proud on her chest.

As Elise moved, I could see she was wearing a tiny black G-string. Momentarily wondering where she had managed to tuck everything, I watched, fascinated, as Elise glided across the floor toward me in her strappy black 7-in heels.

Her sheer black stay-up stockings quietly whisked as she moved. As she came closer, I spread my legs apart, and Elise sank gracefully to her knees, looking up at me.

“Miss Elise, you look fantastic,” I truthfully told her. “Stunning, very feminine and very sexy!”

Elise lowered her eyes. “Thank you, Sir,” she said huskily.

Again my dick jumped at the sound of her voice. Then, noticing my dick jump, Elise’s tongue came out and touched her bottom lip as she stared hungrily at my groin.

I placed a hand behind her head and pulled her forward for a kiss. She was so obviously a woman that my other hand naturally found her breast, forgetting that they were only forms. I still moulded them against her as my tongue flicked over her lips and through her slightly parted teeth.

Sliding my hand down her rib cage and across her belly, I reached between her thighs and stroked across her panties.

‘Wow! That is some tuck job’, I thought when my hand failed to find any sign of her boy clitty.

Breaking the kiss, I leant back against the sofa. Elise immediately started working on my belt and trousers. Within seconds she had them down around my ankles. I lifted my ass off the couch as she insistently pulled and hawed at my boxers. My lovely 7-in. cock immediately jumped out, and Elise quickly gobbled it down with a sigh of contentment.

I moved back to watch her talented mouth work its magic on my now rock-hard cock. Holding the shaft by the base, Elise alternated between sliding her tongue along the underside of my dick and taking almost all of its length in her mouth and down her throat. It only took a few quick bobs before all of my length slid down her throat past her gag reflex.

Luxuriating in her attentions, I contented myself with holding her head as she eagerly slurped her way up and down my turgid pole. But I quickly realised that if I allowed her to keep up her ministrations, I would lose my load down her long thin neck.

Lifting her with my hands under her armpits, noticing as I did Elise had removed all signs of body hair, I lowered her into my lap. Then, kissing her passionately, I slid my hand along her stockinged thigh and forced her legs apart.

Salaciously raising her bottom Elise allowed me to pull her nightie up over her hips, exposing her panty-clad nether regions. Then, pulling the flimsy material back, I saw that she had tucked her balls into the canals they had initially descended from. Then she had duct-taped her shaft back and against the perineum leaving only the head exposed.