The Transvestite Who Was Waiting for Me in Front of the Mirror

The room smelled of sweet perfume and something rawer, that scent desire leaves behind when it has been waiting too long. The old mirror, with its heavy gold frame, reflected every detail without mercy: Nadia’s slender body trembling faintly, the black bikini with pink flowers barely containing her hard nipples, the obvious bulge beneath the already-wet fabric between her thighs.

White stockings climbed up to her thigh. The platform shoes stretched her out, making her taller and more fragile at the same time. Her black, incredibly long hair fell like a curtain down her back, brushing against her ass. She stared at herself and bit her lip.

I had arrived fifteen minutes earlier than promised, on purpose. I wanted to find her like that, still getting ready, still believing she had time. I lingered in the hallway for a moment, listening to the brush of fabric against her skin, her ragged breathing on the other side of the door. I knew exactly what she was doing in there, alone.

I threw the door open. Without gentleness, without warning.

I flung my leather jacket to the floor and strode across the parquet. I found her with my eyes the instant I crossed the threshold, and she went still, like an animal that knows it has nowhere left to run.

—I told you to get ready… and look at you —I growled, my voice rougher than I expected—. Already dripping without me even touching you.

Nadia turned slowly, bracing one hand against the mirror so she wouldn’t lose her balance. Her legs were trembling.

—I was touching myself thinking about you —she whispered, her voice breaking, her eyes shining behind her thin glasses—. About how you were going to break me tonight.

—How many times? —I asked, not approaching yet, enjoying the distance.

—Twice. —She lowered her gaze—. But I didn’t let myself finish. Both times I stopped so I could save myself for you.

I felt something tighten in my chest, a mixture of power and hunger. The fact that she had held herself back, denied herself pleasure just to offer it all to me, set me on fire more than anything she could have said.

I crossed the room in three steps. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled it back hard, baring her neck. With the other, I yanked her panties down. The fabric gave way at the side with a sharp rip.

—Ah…! —she moaned, and I couldn’t tell whether it was pain or the beginning of pleasure.

Her cock sprang free, hard and dripping in long threads that reached the floor. Small, stiff, throbbing against her own belly.

—Look at this —I said, spitting directly onto the head—. All hard and tiny for me. I’m going to make you cry with pleasure, little slut.

I shoved her against the mirror. The cold glass touched her tits and made her gasp, fogging it with her breath. I dragged my jeans down angrily and my cock sprang out, thick, its tip shiny and dark.

—Spread your legs. Wider.

She obeyed. She parted her thighs until she felt the air between her buttocks. I spat twice into my hand, lubed myself quickly, and pressed the tip against her tight hole, without any further preamble.

—I’m not going slow today. You’re going to feel every inch.

And I pushed.

—Aaaah…! It’s so thick… you’re splitting me open…! —she screamed, her nails scraping the mirror and leaving screeching marks.

I entered halfway in a single thrust. Her body arched and her eyes rolled back for a second. I didn’t wait. I pulled almost all the way out and drove myself back in to the hilt, my balls striking her ass.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The sound was violent and dry, filling the whole room. Every thrust slammed her harder against the mirror, and the frame creaked, threatening to break loose from the wall.

—Tell me how much you like getting fucked in the ass —I demanded, tugging her hair harder.

—I love it…! I love being broken…! —she sobbed—. Harder… please… destroy me…!

Tears ran down her cheeks, dragging her mascara into two black lines. They weren’t tears of sorrow. They were caused by something overwhelming her, something even she didn’t fully understand.

I sped up. The blows turned savage, one after another without pause. My cock went all the way in and out, her hole open and red, swallowing me whole every time I sank back inside.

Suddenly I pulled out hard. Nadia let out a frustrated moan and arched her back, searching for me.

—No… don’t stop…

—Shut up —I said, and spun her around with a swat.

I lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing. I wrapped her legs around my waist and slammed her against the wall beside the mirror, now facing me. I plunged back inside with one deep thrust.

—Nnngh…! You’re killing me…! —she cried, digging her nails into my back through my shirt.

I fucked her in the air, holding her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks to get deeper. Every thrust made her small cock bounce against my abdomen and left my skin sticky.

—Look at how you’re dripping —I taunted, biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark—. You’re cumming without me touching you, aren’t you?

—Yes… yes… I’m going to come…! —she panted, her voice breaking—. Don’t stop…!

***

I dropped her to the floor and put her on all fours in front of the mirror. I seized her hair like reins and entered her from behind again, this time with all the strength I had been holding back.

Smack, smack, smack, smack.

Her ass trembled with every impact. Her cock dripped without stopping, forming a little puddle on the parquet beneath her. Seeing her like that, bent over, watching herself come undone in the reflection, drove me crazy.

—I’m going to fill you until it runs down your legs —I growled—. And then I’m going to make you lick it all up.

She could no longer form sentences. She only moaned incoherently, her head hanging down.

—Ah… ah… yes… fill me…! I want to feel it all inside me…! Aaaah…!

I drove myself to the hilt, stayed still for a second—that eternal second before the leap—and exploded.

—Take it… all of it…! —I roared, unloading inside her in hot, thick spurts.

The heat flooding her was what pushed her over the edge. Without touching herself, her cock began shooting against the mirror: white strands splattering the glass and slowly running down, leaving trails.

—I’m coming… I’m coming…! Aaaah…! —she shrieked, her whole body convulsing, her legs trembling so violently she nearly collapsed onto her knees.

I kept pumping slowly, squeezing every drop into her. When I pulled out, a thick thread began dripping down her thighs, mixing with what she herself had left on the floor.

She remained on all fours, panting, her ass red and swollen, her hole still open and throbbing in time with her breathing.

I knelt behind her. I spread her cheeks with my thumbs and put my tongue straight inside, licking up what I had just left there.

—God… you’re so filthy…! —she moaned, pushing her ass backward against my face instead of trying to get away.

I licked hard, sucking, making obscene noises that made her shudder. Then I stood, grabbed her by the hair, and forced her to turn toward me.

—Open your mouth.

She obeyed, tongue out, her glassy eyes fixed on mine. I spat into her mouth what was left of me in mine.

—Swallow it all, my little slut.

She closed her lips, swallowed with a long moan, and looked up at me, still trembling.

—Another round? —she asked hoarsely.

***

I smiled. I was already getting hard again without having gone soft completely.

—Against the window —I said—. I want the neighbors to see me fuck you until you can’t walk.

I lifted her again and carried her to the large window overlooking the street. Below, the lights in the apartments across the way were on, some windows without curtains. I pressed her face-first against the glass, her ass toward me, her hands spread against the pane.

—If anyone looks… let them look —I whispered in her ear—. I want them to know what you are.

I ran my hand over her belly, over her still-hard cock, and felt her whole body shudder from that single touch. Outside, on one of the balconies across the way, one light went out and another came on. I didn’t know whether anyone was watching us, and honestly, at that moment I didn’t much care. What mattered was her: the way her breath fogged the glass in increasingly rapid circles, the way the tendons in her neck stood out each time I drove into her.

Nadia trembled, but she didn’t pull away. She rested her forehead against the glass and spread her legs on her own, offering herself, looking outside as if seeking those strange eyes watching her.

I entered her again without warning. She screamed against the glass, and the cry was muffled by the fogged pane.

And that was how the night continued. Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, one hand in her hair and the other on her hip, both of us half-reflected in the window and the mirror at the back. At some point I stopped counting how many times she came, how many times I came, how many times I turned her around only to start again.

Dawn found us exhausted, sticky, sprawled on the floor of the room. The mirror, the window, the sheets, and both our bodies were covered with proof of how badly we had wanted each other. She curled up against my chest, still wearing her white stockings, and fell asleep before I could tell her I already wanted more.