An Appropriate Introduction
*
"Began to..."
They what? What do they do, Queen?
My fingers froze on the keyboard. What hadn't I done yet? "Mating press? No, not for a one shot. Maybe some bondage? No, I suck at writing bandage..." I sighed, taking another sip of my rapidly warming coffee. In my head, I'd written the hottest trans girl fuckfest the world had never seen, but while trying to put it in Word, it fizzled up like my nerves when a tall woman looked down at me.
Maybe a tall woman with nice strong arms to hold me against the wall while she pounded my cute little asshole-
"No, no, no. No time for that, Queenie. You're supposed to be writing to get other people off, not just you." I had a point. I did this because I loved hearing how wet or hard my stories made people feel. There really wasn't a more satisfying compliment than 'I came to the words you wrote'. It was what made sexting just as fun as the real thing for me; words were powerful stuff. At least, when I could write them anyway.
"Okay, let's take this from the top. How does Sherry fuck this cute little bottom named Kelly..."
Behind me, Sherry(or if we're being technical, my imaginary description of what I thought Sherry would look like; in this case, a tall, dark skinned goddess with a gorgeous smile and even more gorgeous girlcock) laughed to herself. "I assume I do it with my clitty."
"Yes, Sherry, you fuck her with your clitty. But I can't just write 'and then they fucked'. There's gotta be deets. Like maybe you held her wrist behind her back and held her face to the bed-"
"Queenie, baby, that's how 'you' like to be fucked. Doesn't mean that's how Kelly is gonna like it."
I waved her criticisms away, taking another sip of coffee before I continued. "That's Empress to you, and point still stands. I don't just want to write erotica, I want to write hot erotica, and it's always hotter when you can paint a sexy picture. Like, imagine the sweat dripping down her face as she's riding you, her breasts bouncing and her ass slapping against your thighs. She reaches down to grab your tits, squeezing them while she grinds into you-"
"Boooooooring, Queenie. Sometimes people just wanna fuck. And they just wanna read about people fucking. You're trying a little too hard to be the Stephanie King of smut."
"I'm sorry, are you forgetting I can backspace you out of existence?" I reminded her, looking over my shoulder. The way she sat on my bed, entirely naked, made it a little hard to keep focused.
"Ha! It's too late for that, baby." Her laugh was grating, but not enough to commit to deleting her forever. "You gave me a name, and you've given me a body that's making you hard in those cute little pajama pants." She smirked at me, licking her lips. Fuck, it turns me on when girls lick their lips.
I didn't think about what she was doing to my clitty, instead turning back to my computer. "I really have to stop letting you distract me. And for the record, I write for both crowds; the people who like multi-chapter erotic epics, and the people who just wanna read about girls with dicks sucking and fucking each other. I'm the best of both worlds."
"Aw, you're cute when you try to be confident like that. Even if you're trying to play it up a bit for your readers, Empress Submissive."
"Ugh."
I didn't bother responding for a few minutes, focusing on her and Kelly's story again. After a few minutes, Sherry asked me, "So, Empress Queenie, what makes your smut different? Other than this royal persona you insist on having."
"I'm glad I wrote that in a convoluted manner that encouraged you to ask, Sherry. None of my stories will ever have those gross slurs you always see when you try to watch trans girls fucking on PornHub; it's all fun and positivity here. I like to think of my work as a celebration of trans sex appeal from a trans perspective-"
"You know," Sherry interjected. "If you suck your own clitty any harder, you'll probably have to categorize this as 'Masturbation'."
I turned around and began to threaten her with my backspace key once more, but paused. Her hand was wrapped around her girlcock, slowly stroking from base to tip. I could feel mine pressing against my pajama pants again, and I turned back to the screen without a word. "Something wrong, Queenie?" She asked oh so innocently. "You love watching other girls touch themselves."
"I told you, this story needs to get done-"
She was behind me now, whispering in my ear. This close to me, I could smell the scent of fruit on her skin. "It's not the only thing that needs to get done, no?" Her seductive tone sent shivers down my spine, and her hands were so perfectly warm as they slid past my shoulders, cupping my tits and giving them a small squeeze. "Just for a moment, Queenie. Take out your clitty. I know you love quickies, too..." Even if she had been wrong, and I didn't love the thrill of fucking someone knowing we had to be quick about it, feeling her warm hands playing with my tits through my t-shirt just felt so rapturous, I couldn't have turned down the opportunity. I lifted my hips just enough to slide my pajamas and panties to the floor. With no more nerves or excuses, I wrapped my hands around my girldick, quietly gasping as I started to stroke it.
"Such a good girl, Queenie. But you're not really a good girl, are you?"
"I am a very good gi- Ah!" Sherry had sunk her teeth into my neck, nibbling at the flesh while she lifted up my shirt, just enough that her hands could paw at my cute t-girl titties.
"It's too bad, Queenie. Good girls get their tits played with. Do you know what happens to bad girls?" She let the question hang in the air for a moment as she left hickies on my neck. Just before I could answer, she told me: "Bad girls get a nice hard girlcock in their tight ass. They get held down and used like the fuck toys they are, until they get filled with cum and start all over again."
I was breathing faster now, picturing Sherry driving her hard girlcock into my ass over and over again. "No more imagining," She whispered, her voice low and commanding. "Bend over, Queenie."
She relaxed her hold on my tits so I could stand up, and I shivered in anticipation as I leaned forward over my desk. I couldn't stifle a whimper as she dragged a nail across my ass, then gave it a firm smack. "I forgot how much you loved that sound. Remember when you fucked your co-worker? She used to smack your ass just like this, didn't she?" Another smack made me wince, and then another.
"Fuck me," I was begging her, my nails gripping the edge of the desk. "Please." Sherry laughed, pushing the tip of her girlcock against my ass. I could hear her rubbing the lube onto her thick shaft as she asked, "I'm sorry, what was that? I just think you can beg a little better than that."
She smacked my ass a final time and it made me melt. "Fuck me! Fuck me and fill my ass with your cum before I lose my mind-"
I screamed when I felt the tip pop inside my ass, moaning in a satisfied daze as she finally pushed all the way in, mashing herself against me. "That's a good little slut, Queenie," Sherry's hands took hold of both of my hips as she railed me, the sound of her crotch hitting my ass filling the room over and over again. Her rhythm was hard and fast, and I would cry out a moan every time my ass swallowed her. Yeah, I was her slut, her cute little fucktoy that she could breed and throw away when she was done, and the thought made me wetter than I had ever been.
I was almost limp under the force of her thrusts, my eyes long rolled into the back of my head and my hand jerking myself off while she fucked my brains out. My toes were curled and my back was arched; Her praise was lined with thorny degradation and it was a struggle to not come as she spoke to me.
"I'm gonna cum in your ass, Queenie," Sherry warned me, gripping my ass with both hands now as she somehow went even faster, nearly fucking me right onto the floor. "Oh, fuck, fuck-" She growled as she forced herself into the hilt a final time. Long sticky ropes filled my ass, dripping out onto the floor. I was still stroking as she filled me like the good little cum slut I was, delirious as I shouted with her, "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm-"
*
"-coming!" I gasped, watching the cum shoot from my girlcock and onto my tummy. I'd been laying on my bed, legs spread with my clitty in my hand, and I couldn't resist covering myself in my own cum for a moment longer. I took several deep breaths as I came down from my orgasmic high, watching my chest rise and fall.
As soon as I cleaned up, I bounced over to my computer, and began to type:
'Sherry started with her neck, planting kisses along her body...'
rn"
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