Date: Wed, 25 May 2022 19:44:25 -0400
From: duckdesert12345@gmail.com
Subject: The Girl Was a Boy and She Fucked Me!

The girl was a boy and she fucked me!
(A trans on top story)

Duckdesert12345@gmail.com
Jeff Fields

This work is one of fiction, though it's kind of based on something that
happened to me.  Names have been changed to protect the innocent, and the
guilty.  Heh

    The throbbing beat of the music pulsated through the entire club.  My
ears were just about aching.  They were using fog machines and the place
was sporadic in the ability to see clearly anywhere further than a few feet
around you.

    The dance floor was easy to find. It had a mob of sweating bodies
jumping and dancing to the music in the middle of the club, along with the
swirling lights and overhanging fog totally hiding the amount of people
actually there.

    I was in my usual corner, hiding away from people.  I was wearing my
black vinyl pants, and doc martens.  I had a mesh shirt on, and my hair was
pulled back, actually held back by goggles on my forehead my friend Jeremy
gave me for the night.  They looked cool, so I thought, what the fuck.

    This girl started walking back, and stopped herself. She saw me,
through the fog barely, and began to walk over. She had a long bobbed
haircut, had knee shiny leather boots on over her jeans, and had slung on
an old leather motorcycle jacket.  Her black t shirt looked old too.  She
had the attitude of Joan Jett. And she was beautiful, with black lipstick,
and nail polish.

    I instantly got nervous.  Oh my god... what should I do???  I looked
around for help, but I could see none around in the darkness and fog.  And
the music was full blast drowning out most sound.

    She kept walking...  until I was pressed up against the wall.  She
smiled, liking that I had done that instinctively.

    "What's your name, sweetie?"  She asked, leaning in.

    I was sweating, and sputtered out, "I'm gay.  You are a woman.  I'm
gay.  A bottom too only.  Too many female chromosomes. I um....  can't top.
Can't stay hard to top.  Viagra just makes my face red.  Sorry.  Wrong
person.  Hey, there's the dance floor."  I found myself saying in a rush,
in horror, revealing my worse secrets!!!  I blushed instantly, and tried to
go back further into the wall, but I couldn't.

    I was dying.

    She put both of her hands on the wall around me.  I was panicking.  She
leaned in close to me. Onto me.  I could smell her leather now.  She just
started to kiss me, deeply.  Her tongue went into my mouth, and I was
kissing a girl for the first time in my whole life!!!

     But suddenly, I felt something start to grow in the front of her
pants.  She took my hands, and held them up on the wall, still kissing me,
trapping me there.  My eyes bulged.  I was feeling a dick in her pants.  A
hard one.

     She leaned back, and looked deep into my eyes.  "Not all ladyboys are
bottoms.  I'm a very aggressive top.  And I love that you are a very
submissive bitch bottom."

     I tried to answer her.  "But... but... I really thought..."

    "Oh hon... you aren't meant to think... you are here for us for other
reasons."

     I blinked and blushed again, and felt myself being turned around.  I
felt her hands on my pants, undoing them.

     "But...  people will..."  I started glancing about...

     "Didn't I say you weren't here to think?"

     I felt my pants slide down, and she unzipped her jeans.  She leaned
close to my ear.

     "Nod your head if you want my cock in your ass, my little bitch."

     I nodded, dazed by it all. She wet it, and then I felt her cock slowly
going in. She hugged into me, pressing me into the wall, and fucked me to
the beats of the music with vigor and excitement.

     I just felt wildly pleased, and yet, humiliated, since this was a club
in NYC.  How was this happening?  Oh yeah, I hid in a corner in the
darkness, in the fog....

     She finished, pulled out, and slowly turned me around, and then pushed
me to my knees.

     "Suck if off now, my sweet bitch.  I want it clean."

     I couldn't believe it, but I did it.

     When she deemed it clean, she put it away, and zipped up her pants.
Then she gently tipped me over with one of her boots, and left me lying
there.  She laughed, and walked over to the bar, and picked up a napkin.
She pulled out a pen from her jacket and wrote something.

     She looked over, and noticed I was still laying there, staring at her.

     "Pick yourself up, and pull up your pants.  Come over here, and get my
phone number.  I expect you at my place Friday night.  We are going to
start having fun, sweet bitch."

      With that, she walked away laughing, and disappeared into the fog.  I
scrambled up, pulling up my pants.

      Weren't all ladyboys submissive bottoms too?  My mind was blown.

     With dread, I went over and pocketed the napkin.  But it was also with
excitement.

     Okay, that was kind of cool.

End of part one.