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NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL 

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That balmy summer's evening he was driving the 1938 MGTA hard and feeling excited about the secrets beneath. Funny how those little secrets made all the difference even though no-one could tell just by looking and, really, it made no difference except that there was a sense of power and sensual smoothness against his skin as he moved. He noticed the engine running hot, that enormous engine too much for the cooling system which was the original, so he stopped for it to cool, alighted, raised the hood and added some water. With the flashlight checked the hoses, the oil, looked around the head, all fine, merely a matter of waiting so enjoying the warm evening he leaned on the sloping back of the car and listened to Mozart on the cassette. 

Suddenly he saw a woman approaching along the driveway 20ft away. She stopped at the end of it asked did he need he to call breakdown? 

"No, thanks, just letting my car cool off" he said. Hesitating a moment or two, she came closer and he realised she was beautiful and began to feel afraid. Beauty always affected him that way and there was more. That sense of power he felt tonight, because of the secrets beneath. Women were attracted to him, but he had never gained much satisfaction from them for his needs were....much as they were. He was passive and needed a woman who would act as men were supposed to act, who would take the lead, seduce him, get her hands in his pants, strip him, overwhelm and take him. Shly he looked down then looked back up. She had an unlit cigarette in her mouth and looked so sexy his hormones fired on all 6 and he asked if she'd like a light. 

"Sure" and came close, leaning toward him as he shielded the lighter and flicked it into flame and as he saw down her cleavage his mind raced with thoughts of having her. She walked around to the front of the car and asked if any hoses where broken and he told her he'd already checked. "It's an old MG, isn't it?" she said and he was surprised a woman recognised a car like that. "It's such a beauty. What engine have you?" 

A bit astonished he told her he had a secret underneath, a big 6 cylinder squeezed in there. 

"Show me" she said so he got the flashlight and opened one side, for those old MGs open either side, hinged along the midline of the vehicle, and as the flashlight beam crossed her encased her body he saw more clearly she was wearing only a very short, sexy mini-skirt and blouse and had long elegant legs. Uncharacteristically for him his mind raced even more on having her and he found himself energized chatting with her in the hot summer air, finding jokes he didn't realise he had, making her laugh. She had a beautiful deep melodious laugh and told him her name was Danielle and he told her his, Jason. 

"I always wanted a car like this." She leaned over the door to look inside and moonlight I made a sheen upon her beautiful stocking-covered legs as her mini-skirt rose so high he felt he had only to reach out and grasp her crotch. "Gorgeous" she said it was very nice and he replied he loved it, but he was referring to the sight she provided. Looking over her shoulder she gave a kind of Lauren Bacall cat smile showing she knew full well what he meant. 

"It's such a warm night, would you like a beer?" she said and turned toward the house. She'd been fingering her ear in a provocative pose and an earring dropped and as she bent over to find it he saw her stocking-covered legs and more, the tops of her stockings, the garter-belt straps holding them. Brazenly he stooped a little and confirmed she did have panties on. Was she merely enjoying teasing or did she intend this to go further, to sex action. Stepping up behind her as straightened up he wrapped his arms around her and found her firm tits. 

"Stop" she said, "I'm not THAT type of girl." 

She didn't pull either herself or his hands away and he said "Are you just teasing me?" and tried to pull her mini-skirt up and hump her panty-covered butt with his hard-on. At this she angrily pulled away. 

"I told you, I'm not THAT type of girl!" 

"I'm sorry" he said, realising he'd gone too far, most uncharacteristic of him. "It's the heat and I thought from all you're showing me you wanted to have some fun. I didn't mean any harm." 

"You got me all wrong, I really am not THAT type of girl" she said yet again like a record stuck in a groove. "I was just outside my house enjoying....enjoying the air. I saw you pull up and wondered if you needed help, that's all. I realise now that dressed like this, at night, I shouldn't have. Alright?" 

Now he was his usual self-effacing self apologising profusely and she said "Let's go into the house and get that beer I promised, then your engine will be cool and you can go on your way." To his confusion she took his arm and they strolled arm in arm through the silken warm night and the closeness and something indefinably arousing about her got him hot yet again to get inside her pants before the night was over. 

"You're quiet" she said, stopping on the threshold of her house suddenly. "You're a passive type of man, aren't you?" Her eyes met his penetratingly. 

His cock leapt inside his pants and he nodded, she strode on ahead into the house and he hastened to follow noticing lots of sexy lingerie laying around the livingroom and kitchen so that again he wondered why she kept saying by she was not THAT kind of a girl. She certainly looked in every way THAT kind of girl. Returning she thrust a can of beer into his hand and feeling awkward in the silence and the way she looked hard at him he mumbled "Man, that's cold!" She just smiled and started to open the door for him to leave but again dislodged the earring she'd been toying with, bent down to pick it up and again showed the tops of her stockings, garter-belt strap attached to them and this time almost her entire panty-covered butt, a mind-blowing sight. His mind said said GO, this girl is so hungry she can't stop herself behaving like this, you can have her. He slipped up behind as she straightened and squeezed her tits again. Again she rejected his advance, putting her hands upon his and removing his hands from her breasts. This time he resisted and firmly clamped one hand back upon her breast as his other tugged the mini-skirt up. 

"Please, Jason" she pleaded softly, "please, really, you can't, I'm not that type of girl." 

"You've teased me enough, now you're going to see the aggressive side of me!" He had her mini up, pulled her panties down, pulled his zipper down and took his hard cock out and began humping her bare ass. He'd never been so excited and dominant with a woman. She'd stopped resisting, was moaning and pushing her butt back against his cock. He had her, soon he'd have her nipples in his mouth and he'd be on top of her pushing his cock into her hot wet pussy. Now he slid both hands up under her blouse, under her bra and began to knead her lovely tits, and she finally said "OK, I'll give you what you want but first lets go into the bedroom," and with that broke his grip, pulled up her panties, pulled down her mini and led the way to the bedroom and turned to face him with a strange expression he couldn't make out. 

She stood there and let him strip her. First blouse, then lacy bra, breasts, perfectly shaped. Mini-skirt unfastened, he let it fall to the floor revealing a beautifully taut body in stockings, garter-belt and panties. She stood passively and feeling virile he stepped back, removed his shirt and was about to slip off his pants when he recalled his secret, the real secrets beneath. He was wearing ladies silk panties and stockings. Hell! When she saw those it would ruin everything, she'd just laugh or feel disgusted, certainly lose desire for him. 

"Well," she said. "Take them off." 

His old passivity came back. "I...I have a secret..." 

"No you don't." She put her hands out and began to open his belt. 

"I do" he insisted, putting his hands upon hers to stop her. 

"No you don't, you're wearing ladies panties and stockings. That's no secret." 

"W..what? How did you know?" he stammered. 

Laughing she told him "I saw the outline beneath your pants. I have an eye for such things. I have...personal experience. Now!" Firmly she opened his pants and pulled them down, kneeling to remove pull off his shoes and remove the pants from his feet. From a kneeling position she looked provocatively up into his face then at his silken-covered bulge. This was his dream. He'd always wanted it to be like this and here it was all happening backwards, but happening. She stood and nipped his nipple aggressively and he all but collapsed at the knees. Her hands upon his hips she turned him around and with one hand pulling at one of his nipples her other kneaded a buttock making gasps break from him. His positive male aggressiveness had entirely melted, his passivity more extreme than it had ever had chance to be before. As her hands peeled down his panties to just below his cheeks he moaned. 

"You're wet" Danielle said, sliding a forefinger into his crack, finding his hole and insinuating it gently then twirling it. No-one had ever done this to him except himself with dildos. He'd wanted and wanted, it had never happened before. Now she was propelling him forward toward the bed by pushing with her body while one finger pinched and pulled one nipple then the other hurting and arousing him deliciously and her other hand pumped inside his anus, a woman taking him for the first time. 

Face down upon the bed, panties about his thighs....she stripped them completely off, a hand on either ankle opened his thighs, open to her. Several swift slaps stung his cheeks. "Turn on your back." It came like an order and he obeyed. Danielle stood over him. Abruptly she stripped her panties off and threw them aside stood arms on hips. He stared, slightly puzzled that she wore what looked like a combination jockstrap-elastic bandage then swiftly she bent forward right down to her toes as she pulled that down and off and suddenly she sprang onto the bed, knees either side of him and pointing directly at his face was an enormous cock. 

"I told you" Danielle said, "I'm not THAT sort of girl. I'm THIS sort of girl." He was in bed with a transexual. "Hold my cock" she said and his passivity rushed in to fill the void left by his receding manhood and he took it, squeezed it. "I thought so," she said. "You've held cock before, and I don't mean your own." 

A pause. He realised she could have done almost anything with him there and then, he was so entranced, but confessing to him she had great difficulty finding satisfaction because of the particular nature of her desire to be woman and yet man, she cleverly, tactfully made him confess to her his previous experience with a male. 

Jason told how he'd gone through a phase of buying magazines and videos on bondage and spanking and fantasized and desired till he'd answered an advertisement in a contact magazine by a man that wanted him to be a slave for the night. They he turned out small but aggressive and dominant in manner and voice. They drove to his house in the country. In the den he said from now on to call him Master, told Jason to strip to his underwear. "As I stripped" Jason told Danielle, "I wondered if he'd really hurt me or even kill me. I was down to the my feminine pantyhose and bikini bottom and he came back and made me strip naked and lay on the table and then began to show me some of his tools, a dozen ranging from a wide belt to a large paddle. He used all in quick succession from a wide belt to a large paddle down through smaller till he reached the cane. He hit me with the cane 5 times, it really really stung. I begged for the larger paddle since it didn't bit the same. After 20 with the paddle he stopped and ran his hand over my red-hot ass sort of lovingly so I wondered for a while if he was going to shaft me." 

"Did you want him to?" Danielle asked archly. 

Shaking his head Jason denied that. "Nope. Anyway, then he massaged some cooling lotion into my burning ass and said 'There's one more thing I demand of you.' I was so glad the beating session was about I said 'Yes, anything, Master, but please don't beat me any more.' Laying down on his back on the bed he said in a stern voice, said "Jack me off and satisfy me!" With both of us on the bed naked... me with my burning ass and he with his hard-on, I thought to myself 'I am not going to do that! I couldn't jack off a man although I had thought about it. But then I felt a bit scared and thought I better obey so reaching for the lotion I poured some on my hand then clasped his hard-on and began an up and down motion. That was the very first time I had ever jacked off another man. I used the same technique on him as I would on myself, stroking the shaft up and down and squeezing the bottom at the downward stroke. Every ten strokes, I'd encase the tip end of his cock in my palm and rub the top of it. In a few minutes, he said 'Stroke and squeeze my cock harder... I'm about to cum!' Within seconds he began to squirt....three or four loads shot out up onto his chest. I continued to stroke his still hard-on and the tip end... his cum felt so HOT... " 

He paused, looking up at Danielle now sitting beside him on the bed then looking down at Danielle's cock. "I've excited you more." It was purple, veins swelling, and Jason stroked it up and down as he'd done that man's. Leaning forward Danielle clasped Jason's buttock and said "Ultimately you enjoyed bringing that man off." 

"It's true, it was very exciting...Ahh!" Jason couldn't stop the groan of ecstasy breaking from him at the way Danielle squeezed his cheek, scraped a finger nail across then rimmed his anus. Danielle didn't stop: massaging Jason's bottom in concentric circles, squeezing, kneading, probing with a forefinger shorn of nail, she touched him in ways no-one ever had yet which he realised he'd been waiting all his life for. Losing his grip upon the cock Jason found himself rising onto all fours, his ass reaching for Danielle's hand which seemed to become more and more elusive till it was just teasing. 

"What do you want?" Danielle asked coaxingly, withdrawing her hands completely. 

"Touch me, please" Jason moaned, panting. 

"No, what do you really want?" Danielle let just a forefinger tip play upon Jason's anus, then enter and withdraw, enter, twirl, withdraw entirely. "Tell me what you want, Jason." 

"I want to make love to you." 

"How exactly?" 

"I don't know" moaned Jason rotating his bottom, seeking, yearning. 

"I think you do." 

Jason's manhood spoke: "If we had a condom and some vaseline, I'd show you." 

Danielle spanked him, once, twice, thrice...Ten hard spanks which Jason accepted with cries of pain and submission. Danielle went to the bedside cabinet and withdrew lubricant and a small dildo, wet it, inserted it and began to gently work it to and fro and twirl it. Jason had never felt anything like this. Arousal was instant and more intense than with his cock. He was panting wildly then Danielle removed it completely leaving him writhing, frustrated. "Tell me what you want, Jason?" 

Jason knew what he must say. Reluctantly his mouth formed the words: "I want you to fuck me, Danielle." He felt her lean back then leaning forward with her hard cock, searching. With a couple of tries, her cock found its home and began teasing, massaging with the tip cock. Jason had to have it. Had to! And pushed back and her cock slid smoothly in with all the prior lubrication and distention. A great, wonderful feeling. What had he been missing all these years. No wonder those women had begged him for anal, carrying on so. The feeling got still better as Danielle began to fuck him in slow regular short strokes. Collapsing onto his chest, Jason reached back with both hands and found Danielle's hips and caressed them, squeezed the front of her thighs exciting her so much she thrust in deeply and violently and Jason hoped he'd taken it all, because he didn't think his ass could take any more, the cock was so big, enormous...But it got better, even though it hurt the pain was not bad and it excited him, he wanted more more. Within a couple of minutes he felt Danielle begin to fuck him harder and faster and I knew she was going to cum inside him soon. His own cock began to feel somehow light and seemed to expand as if it were all over his body and his balls tingled and he suddenly felt he was close to ejaculating. He'd been having a mind-numbing orgasm since almost Danielle started but he hadn't realised he could ejaculate without anything touching his cock. Faster and faster Danielle pumped, fucking like an animal and beginning to groan and growl loudly then and suddenly she slammed her cock deep into and that moment Jason shot off like a cannon, his ass jerking as semen spurted. The contractions of his ass were what Danielle needed and she heaved forward pushing Jason to the bed and stayed motionless lying atop except for rythmic involuntary jerking of his hips...Jason felt a mountains of cum fill him up, then Danielle then slowly started fucking again with long slow strokes until she was completely satisfied and spent. Recalling how women did it, Jason tightened his muscles a little and her cock slid out of his asshole. 

With a chuckle Danielle lifted herself off and taking Jason by the shoulder turned him to face her, reaching for his cock. "Ah, you came to, that's perfect." Hugging him tight she kissed him on the lips. "THAT'S the kind of woman I am, and no-one made me feel it like you." Stretching her body she pushed her nipple into his mouth, "Here's your reward, I know you're a breast baby", massaging the last cum out of his cock comfortingly with unerring instinct for knowing what pleased him.