I'm a female trans slut. Nothing gets me off faster than a man who takes control and makes me do nasty things.

I live as a woman 100% of the time. Unbeknownst to my co-workers, I even work as a woman. From my picture, you can see that I pass very well. In fact, some of my lady co-workers are jealous of my looks and how sexily I dress. I do tend to show them up often. I'm a cock teaser.

This was an ordinary Wednesday morning. I'd gotten dressed in my black dress with the slit up the front. It nearly went to my crotch. I wore a nice pair of black pantyhose adorned with a pretty design that traveled up my legs to my little confined secret.

Boarding the subway, a nice guy gave me his seat. I smiled and sat next to a fortyish man occupying the space to my left as I sat up against the rail in the last seat.

He looked me over and slid a little closer. I could feel his leg touching mine. Pressing myself up against the rail to gain a tiny bit of space between us, I saw that everyone on this train was making love to their phones. I don't think anyone noticed me or him. What has happened to this country?

Subtly, his hand found a resting place on my thigh. I politely removed it; however, it found its way back, except this time it was between my legs. Turning to admonish him and remove his hand again, he pressed his index finger to his lips, whispering, "Shhh..."

His piercing, brown eyes bore right through me. Trying to turn away from his gaze, he lightly touched my chin and turned my head back to be transfixed by his glare. Like a snake's prey, I was being hypnotized by his stare as they sparkled and bore deeply into my soul.

I couldn't turn away.

He laid his coat over my legs as those fingers stroked my inner thigh. They slowly crept up the slit in my dress. My gray matter unconsciously pried my legs apart, allowing him more access. It wasn't but a minute or so until his phalanges were nestled firmly at my legs’ intersection. He rubbed “my secret” confined in my tight pantyhose.

Once he realized what he was touching, a devious smile swept across his lips. His finger began swishing back and forth like a windshield wiper during a torrential downpour. That set me off as my clitty began leaking, making my panty hose slick with its discharge. I was on the verge of a sissygasm, committed to whatever came next.

Taking a firm hold of my arm, he looked at me, saying, "This is our stop."

"Yes, it is. I couldn’t agree more," I replied.

"Come with me."

Something told me that I had to obey this stranger.

We exited the train and headed to an office building. We entered, and the security guard greeted the man. Silently, we entered the elevator and exited on the thirteenth floor. With his hand on my elbow, we walked down the long hallway to an office that looked as if it was being remodeled.

Without speaking, he lightly placed his hands on my shoulders, guiding me to a kneeling position.

"Take it out!"

Somehow, he knew that I was a slut. My fingers felt like sausages trying to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Finally, they were around his ankles, and I held his now hardening, seven-inch cock. I pressed it against my cheek, feeling its warmth on my skin. I could smell his manly, musky scent.

"Suck it!"

My lipstick-coated lips parted as I took him in. His hand slipped behind my head, pushing me all the way down on his throbbing pole. I felt it hit the back of my throat. Grasping a handful of hair, he began to pump my head up and down on his cock. I was committed to pleasing this man and giving his cock the best blowjob of its life.

My fingers played with his nuts and squeezed them lightly. I wanted them to deliver as much cum as they held. I loved the way his cock filled my mouth like it was the missing piece of my soul. Bobbing up and down, I developed a smooth rhythm. He began thrusting giving me a foreshadowing of what was to cum.

The first blast flooded my oral cunt. I swallowed it down. Pulling out, he blasted two ropes over my face. It was thick and slowly oozed down to my chin.

"Suck me hard again!"

Slipping my mouth over him again, tasting his offering, it only took a minute or so to get him hard again. He dragged me to my feet, pulled up my dress, yanked my pantyhose down, and lay me on the desk. Draping my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, his cock found my opening. Like a wild animal in heat, he humped me like I was the last piece on earth. I moaned in acceptance of my fate. My clitty was leaking like a shingle-less, old roof.

He stiffened and emptied his scrotum's contents into me as he fell on top of me, panting.

Composing himself, so did I. He gave me a handful of Kleenex to clean my face. I straightened my hair and attire.

"Leave my cum inside you all morning."

"Yes, I'll carry it like the baby it could be."

Walking to the elevator, he pressed the down button. The doors opened. I stepped in.

As the doors began to close, he smiled and said, "I hope the rest of your day goes as well as mine has started."