Glossy and horny

"Oh my god, baby, this is so fucking wonderful," she says as she walks through the table, her hair falling in a way that makes her lick her lips while staring at me with a mix of lust and joy. She is just sitting in the chair near the table, her stunning body making everyone drool. She is the kind of dream girl that everyone wants.


But there is a sort of dark secret that makes me think this is not the right choice to be with this woman.


You can look at her and think she is the dream girl come true. But the truth is, this girl used to be a man in his thirties with a lot of issues and worries, plenty of stuff that kept him on the verge of collapse. This is who she really is.


And you might think, "How can I believe you? She is a stunning woman; there's no fucking way in the world that she used to be a guy." Yet, the fact remains, considering your eyes see this stunning woman sitting near me, watching me with sultry eyes that denote nothing but pure lust and passion, making you think she is a dream come true.


But the thing is that I'm telling you the truth. Because I'm her friend, and I know everything about her former life. I was the friend of Michael, the name she used to go by in her former male life. That stunning body is nothing but the result of a complete transformation program she went through at a clinic that was experimenting with gender-changing processes.


The thing is that my former miserable male friend in his thirties, with a pudgy body and balding head, is now this stunning sexy woman that you can see right now in front of the camera. She is a dream come true now, and that's okay. But the history behind her transformation makes me think this is not the right choice, and I'm not interested in being with her.


Even as she is enticing me, always showing herself off and making me just grow my desire for her, I refuse to be with her just because of the single fact that she used to be a man. And this is absolutely insane.


"Baby... you know I've told you so many times this..." she says with a breathy and sultry tone as she sits near me. We are drinking something in this exclusive bar, delighting in the environment and the music. She turns her hand through mine, making me feel a bit of tingling. Her hand is so soft and delightful. I won't lie to you, she is really hot.


"And now what, Michelle," I reply to her, considering that this is her new name, Michelle, a more feminine, sultry, and beautiful name to fit her stunning, sexy body. She is just in such skimpy clothes that leave nothing to the imagination.


"And now what do you want? You have told me and tried this so many times, Michelle, but the thing is that this... this... you know," I reply to her in a way to not hurt her feelings, considering the lot she has suffered in her former life. The fact that she is now a stunning woman, living a life free from worries and complications, and is happy to live this current sexy life and enjoy it.


This is why I don't want to hurt her feelings and tell her that all of this is so insane.


"I know... I know... maybe you’re just hesitating because you know everything about me. In fact, we were friends back then when I was... oh my god, I don’t want to remind you of that," she says with a wrinkled look on her stunning face. The fact that she has to recall her former life fills her with disgust and concern. She would rather not think or remember anything about her past as a man. There was a lot of suffering and many hurtful jokes, along with the difficulties she struggled with back then when she was just a pudgy male with no purpose, suffering every single day.


"Okay, you don’t have to remember that; nobody is calling you at all," I reply, trying to make her feel a bit normal and relaxed. She sips her cocktail, shakes her head with a smile, and watches me once again.


"Thank you, baby. You always make me feel like the best woman in the world," she whispers to me, her eyes locked onto mine. The tension between us is growing, and in fact, I don’t think I can just sit here watching her without doing anything. Michelle is just a sexual woman in all her glory. She has discovered this whole new world of hedonism and wonderfulness, and she is just enjoying it to the max.


Living so much in a sexual world with a lot of partners has enhanced her sensuality, and the fact that her manipulative skills toward men is making her into a complete sexual dynamo. She can get whatever she wants in her hands, and she loves it.


Everyone but me.


"Please, Michelle, you don’t need to do this... I told you so many times," I say. Her lips press against mine, and she kisses me in such a deep and sudden way that it catches me off guard. Her luscious lips are nothing but stunning and beautiful. Her tongue plays with my own, and I can’t resist kissing her back in such a passionate way as my arousal builds to the point that I just can’t get enough of her.


She has caught me, and there’s nothing I can do to resist this.


"You can see how much of a hot girl I am, baby," she says, breaking the kiss and teasing me. Her sultry, feminine whisper is completely enticing, stirring my manhood inside my pants. It fills me with nothing but a compelling desire to be with her. I can’t believe how intoxicating her sensuality is.


This is completely insane. I’ve tried to avoid her for so long, but now, in this damned moment, I’m completely lost in her spell. I’m just captivated by her sensuality, leaving me utterly spellbound.


"You’re getting ready, aren’t you, baby?" She grins at me as she runs her hand down the length of my hard manhood resting down the table. I can’t help but let out a soft moan as the bar vibrates with music and the intoxicating aura of the moment surrounds us, creating an exhilarating intensity that leaves me feeling completely horny and unable to respond properly.


"Yeah," I reply, my voice barely a whisper, sending shivers of maddening lust through me as she gazes at me, savoring this moment.


"I can do something hot for you, baby," she grins, her hands caressing my manhood as she unzips my pants down the table, revealing my arousal.


"No, please, not here," I protest, but a shudder runs through my body as her stunning hands explore my manhood, drawing closer to me. The atmosphere of the bar and the pulsating music heighten the excitement.


"Why not, baby? Just let it happen. This is going to be such a fun and wonderful moment for us," she says, flashing me a playful grin as she kisses me on the lips. Her skilled hands slide down the table, stroking my manhood tenderly and expertly.


"You like this, don’t you?" she breaks the kiss, watching me with a grin as the sensations coursing through my body leave me speechless. I can only nod in response.


"Yeah... I know you're going to love this. This is how much I was enjoying this sexy body, giving so many studs this skillful work on their big hard cocks, making them completely lust after me," she grins as she moves at a fast pace, my body shuddering in the chair as she nears me, kissing me while her hand works its magic.


"Oh god," I moan, overwhelmed by her focus on my manhood, sensations flooding my entire body as she kisses me and whispers in my ear.


"This is going to be the beginning of the night, baby. Just enjoy this," Michelle grins at me, her hands caressing my manhood with reckless abandon. I can't help but let out a soft moan as the music and lights of the exclusive bar surround us, the atmosphere electrifying. I embrace this naughty yet wonderful moment with this sultry woman who used to be my male and miserable friend.


It seems that she is finally enjoying the life she was never able to experience back in her former reality as a male.


"Oh god... this feels amazing!" I can’t speak anything but just embrace the sensations this sultry woman is giving me.


"Hoyt?" She grins at me, kissing my neck, my lips, while her hands are busy down the table, working on my throbbing manhood. The sensations in my body are off the charts.


"Yeah..." I reply, nodding my head in response. She seems quite happy to see that, and even though she’s so immersed in this moment, I can tell she’s enjoying it.


"This is what I’ve always wanted for so long, baby. I wanted you to be mad about me," she says as she strokes my cock with increasing intensity. Her fingers move with a skilled rhythm, sending electric shivers through my spine. I squirm in my chair as she giggles in response, kissing my neck and sending even more electric tremors throughout my entire body.


"Just like this, Abby, I’m finally making you hard and mad about me. This is what I’ve always wanted," she says proudly as her skillful hands stroke my big manhood. She is finally enjoying the moment, and I can feel it completely consuming me. My hips are just trembling, and oh god, the sensations are off the charts. My mind can't process too much of this.


Her hand is completely wrapped around me, stroking with feral intensity, and then, at that moment, pure, raw desire takes over.


"Oh god!" I moan as I shudder and quiver in the chair. Her hand is gripping my cock, and suddenly, my dick spurts thick streams of seed, splattering in her hand and flowing, making my pants a sticky mess in the middle.


"Yeah, baby, just let it happen. Let it go; you have so much seed to release," she grins, kissing my neck as her hand keeps stroking. Her delicate fingers are coated with the sticky remnants from my release, and I can hardly believe I was able to spurt so much. I never realized it was possible to release this quantity of seed. I just can’t believe it.


"Yeah, so much cum stored in you, baby," she grins, enjoying this moment as her hands rub my softening manhood, coated with my seed. She starts rubbing delicately along my shaft, making me shudder in pleasure as I sit there, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. Her hand moves down the table, kissing my lips, and the moment feels completely exhilarating and intoxicating.


"Yeah, baby, this is what I've always wanted—to make you cum so hard about me." Michelle grinds against me, her hand slick with sticky seed, and she watches me with delight.


"So delicious," she says, licking her fingers coated with my release and making a noise of pure pleasure as she gazes at me with complete lust. There's a sense of pride in her eyes, knowing she made me feel like this. It's the best orgasm I've ever experienced.


"I love making people cum in public like this," she grins at me, smiling as she takes a drink of her cocktail, savoring this moment of lust and passion, licking her lips and relishing the taste of my seed.


"SO sticky... and delicious," she says with delight, winking at me as I recover from this maddening moment of lust.


"Wow... that... was... hot," I reply, still trying to catch my breath as I sink back into a haze of pleasure, all thanks to this stunning woman who used to be my male friend. This is completely insane. I just orgasmed so hard with my former male friend who is now a gorgeous woman. It's utterly wacky and outrageous.


But it’s too fucking hot at the same time.


"So, would you like to keep playing with your former male friend and enjoy this big set of tits?" she asks, a mischievous smile on her face as she creates a complete mess between my legs. She knows the answer.


"Yes..." I reply, my voice filled with a sense of defeat, yet a completely nasty lust grows within me as a result of this moment of joy.


"Perfect, you're gonna love the rest of the night, baby," she says as she stands from the table and heads toward the exit. I just have a little bit of a problem as I zip up my pants and realize that they are stained from the sticky mess of this wacky orgasm. In the bar, I’m trying to hide my mess, but the crowd and the entire environment make it easy to conceal it; everyone is enjoying their own way, so it’s not hard to do.


"Let's go, baby," she says, taking my hand with her sticky one from that mind-blowing orgasm I just experienced. I can’t believe this. My friendship with my former friend is over, and a new one is being born.