My tormentor

Hello everyone, my name is Aizhan and I am a transsexual woman.

At night, I woke up from a sharp pain

My hole was tearing, a thick cock was penetrating me deeper and deeper, and strong male hands held my hips from behind, increasing the pace, fucking me hard. I couldn't scream and just whimpered quietly, enduring it until the man came.

The story a bit earlier: I was fucked by my mom's lover, Uncle Kolya

A criminal who had just gotten out of prison

On the very first day of meeting, Kolya, after looking me over intently, told me that I looked very much like a girl

And every day he touched my legs and hips, telling me how people like me get fucked in prison

I was very afraid

of him and never argued; mom loved him, and every night they fucked very loudly

Before Uncle Kolya appeared, I liked to caress myself, and while watching porn, I imagined myself in the place of porn actresses, but it never went beyond fantasies.

But every night, when mom fucked Uncle Kolya, I, behind the wall, also fucked myself and mentally wanted to be in mom's place.

At home, I wore short shorts and a long T-shirt, with hair down to my shoulders.

Uncle Kolya became more and more interested in me each day, giving small gifts like chocolates and occasionally touching my legs. In the first days, I would jump from his touch, but over time I got used to his caresses and, without even realizing it, began to flirt with him. The topic of our conversations always turned to intimacy.

I asked Uncle Kolya how he managed without sex.

To which Uncle Kolya calmly told

About how he fucked young guys

Who had violated the prison code.

I asked

— Uncle Kolya, how could you fuck guys?

Are you gay?

— It's a necessity.

— If I ended up in prison, would I get fucked too?

— You? With your looks, everyone would fuck you.

Our conversation didn't embarrass me at all; on the contrary, I got aroused. The very thought of being fucked by hot men excited me.

Uncle Kolya held my knee, stroking it, throughout our conversation. We were home alone.

And the chemistry between us grew stronger. Uncle Kolya pulled me to him and sat me on his lap.

I pressed against him and hugged his neck.

With his hands stroking my hips, Kolya began showering me with compliments.

— If you were in the same cell with me, I'd tear everyone's throats out. You'd be only mine.

I was already wet all over, my breathing quickened, and my hole itched with desire. I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Kolya returned my kiss, and we kissed very passionately. Kolya pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked.

Kolya lifted me up and turned me around, putting me on all fours. I leaned on the table. Kolya pulled down my shorts and panties, lubricated my hole with saliva, and pressed his cock into my hole.

I screamed; my hole couldn't take his cock. Kolya pressed harder, and the head of his cock entered me. Tears streamed from my eyes.

Kolya rhythmically thrust into me, penetrating deeper with each push.

I couldn't moan; I screamed from the pain.

I had dreamed of this for so long that I was even ready to endure the pain. I wanted to be a good slut for Kolya and, on the contrary, tried to arch my ass.

Kolya sped up the pace, fucking me hard.

I started getting used to the size of his cock, and the pain turned into pleasure. I was already moaning no worse than a porn actress and came.

Uncle Kolya didn't even notice that I came and kept pounding me.

And he came inside me, filling my hole with his seed.

As soon as I pulled up my shorts, the front door opened and mom came in.

I quickly ran into my room.

Mom didn't notice anything.

Uncle Kolya started fucking my mom less often.

Fucking me more and more often. He could come into my room late at night and fuck me however he wanted. I became his woman

and I became more experienced with each sexual encounter, satisfying all my man's fantasies.