The truth is that neither men nor transsexuals had ever caught my attention. But maybe it was because the few I had come

The truth is that neither men nor transsexuals had ever caught my attention. But maybe it was because the few I had come across in my life were excessively and obviously masculine. More transvestites than transsexuals. I remember the first time I noticed one and it caught my attention. Maybe because I was about to run over her. I was taking a girl back to her house in my car, and I had to go through an area downtown where I had heard that there was a lot of prostitution. When I turned a corner in the center I had to brake suddenly to avoid hitting someone in front of me. It turns out that two people were fighting. I don't even remember the one I was running away from, maybe because the one who was leaning against my car with her eyes wide open had big tits completely exposed and I only had eyes for her. It took me a few moments to see that he also had a considerable member. I don't know if she always went like this to attract customers, or if, with the fuss, her top had gone down and her skirt had gone up. Nothing happened that night, I accompanied the girl to her house, and little else. But since then I was obsessed with that “girl” with huge breasts and a cock. Damn what tits. And damn what a dick. My head was in a monumental mess. A few weeks later, I went to the same area at night and looked for the same “woman.” The truth is that it took me several nights to find it, but I realized that in that part of the city there was an abundance of prostitution, and I discovered the streets where transsexuals used to be. Finally, one night when I passed through the area almost by chance, I saw her again. She was a little more “modest” than the last time I saw her, but she was still a truly explosive sight. Although I had things to do, I decided to tackle it. I asked him directly about the services he provided and the price and location. He told me that I could do a complete in-car in a nearby field. Accept. We arrived and moved to the back seats. We started kissing, which surprised me because almost no prostitute had ever agreed to kiss me in their lives. In fact, I was afraid that kissing her would feel a bit repulsive; after all, for me, she was not a 100% woman, but not only did I not feel anything bad, but I enjoyed the experience like never before. I walked over her body towards her breasts and caressed them, I covered them with my hands, which did not completely cover them, and I squeezed. I reached for her nipples and pinched them. They were obviously operated breasts, the first ones I had come across, but, despite being slightly different to the touch, they were impressive. I love big breasts. I didn't even have to say anything and he started giving me a tittyfuck. I had to stop because I didn't want to cum yet. We made out again and this time I wanted to explore his crotch. I ran my hands over her buttocks, down the back of her thighs, back up her insides, barely touching her crotch, then I put my hand through the top of her skirt and her underwear and began to explore. Barely any pubic hair, and when I thought I wasn't going to find “anything,” I stumbled upon her sex. It was a little limp, but as soon as I took it in my hand it began to harden. It was a somewhat strange experience, but very exciting, the only member I had touched to date was mine. I decided to see it, and I took everything away from it. The image of that terribly voluptuous and sensual body with that erect member was shocking, and yet, tremendously sexual. I couldn't resist the urge to grab that member and masturbate it, look for his balls and lick them. I continued licking all over the trunk until I reached the head and put as much as I could in my mouth. She moaned and pressed my head against her member, a little more each time. At one point he squeezed me so much that his sex went so deep that I couldn't even breathe. I took another step and asked him to fuck me. He asked me if it was my first time, and when I nodded he lay back on the seat. He put me on top of him and probed my anus with his fingers. I felt something cold, I guess he put some kind of lubricant on it, but I didn't even realize he had taken it out or anything. I didn't notice the moment either, but he put on a condom. He spent a while preparing my ass and masturbating me and finally told me to try it. I sat on his member, while she held it. On the first try it didn't go in, on the second the glans barely went in, and on the third, at least half of it went in. I have read a lot about pain in some stories, and yet, I did not feel any pain. For a few moments I felt very full underneath, then as if I had to enter the toilet, and, finally, a feeling of hunger that increased as I continued to fuck. Every time he put his cock deep in me, I squeezed with my ass, I felt better and better, and, almost before I knew it, I came. There she made a small mistake, or maybe she did it on purpose, I don't know, but I hadn't put a condom on and all my milk ended up on her belly, her breasts and, a few drops, on her face. He made an indignant face, which, for some reason, seemed a bit false to me... He told me, “Look how you've made me crazy, what now?” She continued insulting me a little more until she grabbed me by the back of my neck and brought my face to her breasts. He wanted me to lick him my own cum. Never, ever in my life had I tasted my milk or anyone else's. That disgusted me for just a moment, but I said to myself: “Well, look at everything you've done, are you really going to stop now?”, and I tried it. I can't describe the taste, slightly salty, but not as repulsive as I had always feared, I licked all of her tits, went down to her belly and then went up to her face, I didn't leave a trace, but when I finished he was hard as a stone again. I told her “I think I'm going to fuck you” and she accepted, she put a condom on me, and told me to penetrate her as I went, at first I went very slowly and carefully, but when I saw that it was going very well (of course, silly, she has experience out there!!) I started pumping hard. I just wanted to cum again, and, despite having just cummed, in a few minutes I came again. We rested for a few moments, got ready, and I returned her to the street where I found her. Before getting out of the car she suggested that if I had liked the experience as much as she thought, that I could call her and we could meet at her house and do more things and more comfortably. Of course I accepted, and called her a few days later, but that is another story, to be recorded another time.