The Transvestite Waiting for Me in Front of the Mirror

The room smelled of sweet perfume and something harsher, that scent desire leaves behind when it’s been waiting too long. The old mirror, with its heavy gilded frame, reflected every detail mercilessly: Nadia’s slender body barely trembling, the black bikini with pink flowers that barely contained her hard nipples, the obvious bulge beneath the fabric already wet in her crotch.

White stockings climbed up to her thighs. The platform shoes stretched her out, made her taller and more fragile at the same time. Her very long black hair fell down her back like a curtain, brushing her ass. She looked 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 thinking she had time. I stood for a moment in the hallway, listening to the rustle 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 flung the door open. No gentleness, no warning.

I tossed my leather jacket to the floor with one hand and strode in hard on the parquet. I found her with my eyes the moment I crossed the threshold, and she froze, like an animal that knows there’s no way out anymore.

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

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

—I was touching myself thinking about you —she whispered, her voice broken, her eyes shining behind the thin glasses—. About how you were going to wreck me today.

—How many times? —I asked, not moving closer yet, savoring the distance.

—Two. —She looked down—. But I didn’t let myself finish. Both times I stopped to save myself for you.

I felt something tighten in my chest, a mix of power and hunger. That she had held back, denied herself pleasure just to offer it to me whole, ignited me more than anything I could have said.

I crossed the room in three steps. I grabbed her hair with one hand and yanked her back hard until her neck was exposed. With the other I tore her panties down in one motion. The fabric split at the side with a dry rip.

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

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

—Look at this —I said, and spat directly on the glans—. All hard and tiny for me. I’m going to make you cry from pleasure, slut.

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

—Open your legs. More.

She obeyed. She spread her thighs until she could feel the air between her ass cheeks. I spat twice into my hand, lubed myself quickly, and pressed the tip against her tight hole, with no further preamble.

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

And I pushed.

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

I went in halfway in one thrust. Her body arched and her eyes rolled back for a second. I didn’t wait. I pulled back almost all the way and drove into her again to the hilt, my balls slapping her ass.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

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

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

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

Tears ran down her cheeks and dragged her mascara into two black streaks. They weren’t tears of sadness. They were from something that overflowed her and that she didn’t fully understand herself.

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

Suddenly I pulled out abruptly. 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 swipe of my hand.

I lifted her off the floor like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I slammed her against the wall, next to the mirror, now facing me. I drove back into her in one deep thrust.

—Nnngh…! You’re killing me…! —she shouted, digging her nails into my back through my T-shirt.

I was fucking her in the air, holding her by the ass with both hands, prying her cheeks apart to get deeper in. With every shove her small cock bounced against my abdomen and left my skin sticky.

—Look at how much you’re dripping —I mocked, biting her neck until it marked—. You’re coming without anyone even touching you, huh?

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

***

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

Plap, plap, plap, plap.

Her ass trembled with every impact. Her cock dripped nonstop and formed a little puddle on the parquet beneath her. Seeing her like that, bent over, watching herself fall apart in the reflection, drove me insane.

—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 couldn’t form sentences anymore. She only moaned, incoherent, her head hanging.

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

I buried myself to the hilt, held still for one 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 that flooded her pushed her to the edge. Without touching herself, her cock started shooting at the mirror: white threads that splattered the glass and trickled down slowly, leaving trails.

—I’m cumming… I’m cumming…! Aaaah…! —she shrieked, her whole body convulsing, her legs shaking so hard she almost dropped to her knees.

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

She stayed on all fours, panting, her ass red and swollen, the hole still open and pulsing 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.

—God…! You’re so filthy…! —she moaned, pushing her ass back against my face instead of pulling away.

I licked hard, sucking, making obscene sounds that made her shiver. Then I stood up, grabbed her hair, and forced her to turn toward me.

—Open your mouth.

She obeyed, tongue out, glassy eyes locked on mine. I spat into her mouth what I had left 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, her voice hoarse.

***

I smiled. I was already getting hard again, without having gone soft all the way.

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

I lifted her again and carried her to the big picture window facing the street. Down below, the lights in the apartments across the way were on, some windows without curtains. I pressed her face to the glass, ass toward me, 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 one touch. Outside, on one of the opposite balconies, a light went out and another came on. I didn’t know whether anyone was watching us and, honestly, at that moment I didn’t really care. What mattered to me was her: the way her breath fogged the glass in ever-faster circles, the way the tendons in her neck stood out every time I drove into her.

Nadia trembled, but she didn’t pull away. She pressed her forehead to the glass and opened her legs on her own, offering herself, staring out as if searching for those чужой eyes that might be watching her.

I went in again without warning. She screamed against the glass and the scream was swallowed by the fogged pane.

And that was how the night went on. Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, my hand in her hair and the other on her hip, the two of us reflected half-visible in the picture window and in 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 over just 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 in proof of how much we had wanted each other. She curled up against my chest, still wearing the white stockings, and fell asleep before I could tell her I already wanted more.