sorry this is straight from my self-indulgent fantasies:))) TW transphobia, intoxication. everyone in this story is over 18 years old!
Still in a drunken stupor, I'm shoved violently onto an unfamiliar bed. Face-up, heart slamming against my ribcage. The man on top of me tightens his grip on my ass, slowly slipping a dirty finger between my cheeks. His shameless bulge digs into my stomach. Testing my obedience, he rubs his fingertip around my clenched hole.
"Aw, somebody's tense, aren't you?" he asks, clicking his tongue. "What is it--Is this hole off limits?"
"I--I don't know. Sir."
He laughs, somehow bewildered, and reaches back around my hip to rub my labia, his finger tracing frustrating wide circles. They're too loose, and my throbbing clit just wants him to make his circles a little bit tighter. To brush his finger across that sensitive spot.
Of course, this piece of shit doesn't give me the satisfaction. I almost roll my eyes.
"Look at yourself," he commands. Confused, I gaze up at him, lips moist but still slightly cracked. I look down to see a dark spot forming around my privates.
"You like feeling feminine," he guesses, reading my wide-eyed lust better than I could.
"Kind of," I confess, embarrassed by the relentless dripping of my hole, soaking my pants more with each passing second. I don't want him to know how much the sheer weight of his body on top of mine, his arrogant grin stirs up up my insides.
"Cute little tranny," reassures the disgusting stranger, sliding his finger deeper in my hole. I blush at the slur, but as much as I'm offended, it sends shivers down my spine. It's sick, but I want him to say it again--and he does, leaning over to whisper in my quivering ear.
"Wow, you're a submissive little tranny, too. My favorite, so pliable...You're one of those crossdressers, aren't you? It's such a shame; you make such a pretty girl."
He growls the word girl, extracting a whimper from my throat. I try to close my legs so he doesn't know how close I am to giving in.