Women Of Dark Desires

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Tairrie’s black-varnished nail tapped her second glass of wine impatiently as she watched Katie arrive. The petite trans-girl hurriedly finger-combed her blonde hair and pulled her skimpy white dress as far down her thigh as it would go before entering the restaurant.Little brat is late. Her eyes narrowed when a waiter guided her date to her table, distance no longer hiding the flush in her cheeks nor the subtle smudge of her lipstick. Un-fucking-believable!“Hi!” Katie said brightly, sitting down and taking the offered menu. “Sorry I’m late.”“Are you?” The waiter hastily retreated with muttered excuses of giving them a moment to decide. “I already stick out here — mostly because Morticia Addams is my style icon, but that bitch over there keeps giving me dirty looks, so I think she’s clocked that I’m trans — and then you waltz in looking like a just-fucked whore.”Uncertainty flickered in the coral blue eyes meeting hers. “I—” She swallowed and looked down. “Sorry, Tairrie. Old habits die hard.”Tairrie sipped her wine, letting her stew, but relented. “Well, I suppose it was before our first date, so not technically cheating. One day, you’ll have to tell me how you do it without making your mascara run.”“Practice.”A cheeky smile tugged at the blonde’s lips — the first real smile Tairrie had seen from her since she first walked into her favourite bar two months ago.At first, she’d tried to ignore her. Her Mistress had tasked her with finding a promising sub, not just any slut who left with a different guy each night. Something about her dainty frame and the wide-eyed faux-innocence with which she scanned the room kept drawing Tairrie’s eye, though, and she began to understand that her choices were not random. They were brazzers intentionally dangerous. Consciously or not, Katie wanted to be hurt.Exactly what she and her Mistress needed. Once Tairrie set her mind to seduction, it became a matter of when, rather than if, the younger girl would succumb, and Valentine’s Day proved the perfect excuse to take the next step. Admiring her across the table, so close to being ensnared in her web, she had to try hard not to genuinely fall for her. Stick to the plan, she told herself, draining her wine to force her attention back to the present, and then stood up.“Choose. Anything. We’ll order when I return from the bathroom.”Katie sat staring at the menu, but soon raised voices came from where Tairrie had gone, and all eyes turned that way. She fidgeted for a moment, looking around, but she couldn’t pretend one of the voices wasn’t her companion, so she stood and picked her way through the tables in her stilettos.“Read the sign! Ladies. You can’t come in here, sir.” The primly dressed woman with grey-streaked bun that Tairrie had pointed out earlier blocked the way with arms folded.“I beg your pardon?” Tairrie kept her voice calm.“You heard me, sir.”“What’s the problem?” Katie asked, appearing at her side.“Your boyfriend is using the wrong toilet.”“Oh?” Katie’s tone was one of sweet curiosity. “Well, pull your knickers down.”“What?”“Go on. Prove you’ve got a cunt, if it’s so important.”“Um, ladies…” The restaurant manager interrupted, looking nervous. “Ladies, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”“Us?” Tairrie asked, furious.“Ha!” The toilet-blocker beamed in triumph. “At last, some sanity!”“You as well, madam. This is not the place for this, ah, discussion.”As the other cuckold porno woman turned her bile on him, Katie tugged at Tairrie’s sleeve.“Come on. I’m not really hungry anyway.”~oOo~Tairrie strode down the street, her full-length coat billowing out behind her, clenching and unclenching her fists while Katie struggled to keep up. Eventually, she grabbed her hand.“That bitch pissed me off, too, but I’ll break an ankle in these shoes if we don’t slow down.”“Sorry.” Tairrie slowed, letting out a sigh. “I just wanted to impress you with a romantic dinner, that’s all.”“Sweet.” Katie smiled. “But romantic isn’t really me right now. I didn’t really think it was you either, what with the all-black goth wardrobe.”“Why did you agree to come, then? Random men every night getting boring?”“Men are always boring. And untrustworthy. With you, I feel… I could surrender.”They walked in silence for a while longer until Katie remarked, “Your hand is freezing.”“Bad circulation. Curse of my genes. How is yours so warm? You don’t even have a jacket!”“Genes as well. I was born in Kyiv.”“Huh.” Tairrie looked around, finally paying attention to her surroundings, and smirked as she turned down a different road.“The street probably isn’t the best place to make a cute trans-girl like you surrender.” She steered them through an archway, “but this might be.”Katie looked around and raised her eyebrows.“A graveyard? Really not trying to shake the goth stereo—” She squealed as Tairrie shoved her onto the dirt of the path. “What was that for?” she asked the figure now standing above her, silhouetted against the half-moon, her breath pale puffs in the cold air.“You want to surrender, don’t you?”The blonde cocked czech porno her head. “Y-yes?”A hand shot out and grabbed her hair, making her gasp.“Show me what you do each night.”Tairrie unbuttoned her coat and gathered up the front of her skirt. Katie leaned forwards, kissing over her black leather boots until her lips reached cool white thigh-flesh, looking up at the shadow looming over her.“Good girl,” she murmured, and Katie felt a flutter in her belly. Nuzzling silk knickers, her lips found the bulge of flesh underneath, before she tugged the waistband down to free it from its prison. Tairrie groaned and pulled her into her crotch, smothering her nose in her curls as a hot tongue lapped at her hungrily. Looking down again, she yanked Katie’s head back and grinned at the look of greedy submission on her face.“You really like cock, don’t you?”“Yes,” came the reply. “But it’s so much better when not attached to a dick.”“You only suck like a devoted virgin, or do you want more?”“More. Make me your whore.”Katie opened her mouth wide, lips shielding her teeth, and braced as the grip on her hair tightened. Tempted though Tairrie was to thrust viciously the fuckhole before her, she knew the greater thrill came from doing it slowly — the longer the journey down, the longer delay before relief. Her glans pushed through soft lips into the warm cavern to the back of her throat, but she didn’t pause.This bitch really does know how to do this, she thought when Katie didn’t even flinch until her balls pressed against her chin. Holding her there, she felt the tunnel start to contract involuntarily around her length, and finally, she attempted to escape. With a cruel smile, Tairrie thrust deeper, feeling drool leak out over her balls, and then slowly withdrew just long enough to let her cough and splutter some air into her lungs before pulling her down again. She repeated this torture over and over, getting harder the more she saw the smaller girl struggle to maintain her calm.

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