A Tranny Whores Tale Chapter 2

By the time I pulled up near the house it was 4am. I was drunk, completely revved up and ready for some action. I emptied my pockets of everything except Elle's 'offering'. I took my last swig of vodka from the bottle and took one last deep breath. "He we go, again." I thought. Here I am 4 in the morning, in a complete trance, walking to meet my fate. I felt a mixed sense of fear and courage, shame and shamelessness. My pace quickened, I couldn't get there fast enough. My eyes roamed the neighborhood as I walked, wondering who was up, whose eyes are on me, and who knew where I was headed. Was she watching me from a window as I struggled to see the addresses on her neighbor's homes? Does she remember me? Seemed like a silly thought at first, "of course she remembers you" I thought. Then again, she has probably broken quite a few new hungry assholes since my initiation. I may very well be just another fresh boy she flipped into a tranny dick craving nut.

As soon as I reached the front door of her duplex, it quickly opened and there was Elle ready to greet me. She had dark blue designer jeans on with a boot cut, sexy stilettos, a cute, tight, turquoise blouse that accented her molasses C cup breast perfectly, matching earrings and bangle, with long jet black hair. She was delicious looking as ever. I'm not much for tons of makeup, but Elle apparently had mastered highlighting her features with discretion. She waved me inside and I quickly responded and darted inside.

"Hey baby" she greeted, while reaching for a hug.

I hug her like she was a long lost girlfriend, I hadn't seen in years. I thought to myself "maybe this will be different than last time". She asked me how I was and told me to strip. She was casual. I looked around the apartment. It was small, more like an efficiency. The place seemed to be made for frequent travelers. It wasn't a home, just a place to live. The entrance of her apartment lead directly into a small living room, that Elle kept dark.