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The story of Mirzhan. My life turned out such that my parents divorced when I was still little. My mom is a very beautiful woman; she raised me alone, put me in kindergarten by herself. But one day, I was taken to my grandparents in the village. I started first grade in the village. They were very kind to me, treated me very well. With each day, I became more like my mom. My second self awoke around 5th-7th grade. By that time, mom had already gotten married a second time.

I remember they came to visit us with her husband, I missed her and at night wanted to go to where she and her husband were sleeping. But I heard my mom's voice, her husband was on top of her, she was making sounds, it was a moan, I went in and watched

and my peepee got hard. Then I went to my room, couldn't sleep, my peepee didn't want to lie down. I learned to masturbate and understood what pleasure it was when I reached orgasm, my dick jerked strongly, pulsed, and then lay down. I started doing this constantly. But my fantasies were always different; I started imagining my classmates, other girls. The effect was small until one day I imagined that sex mom was having, and I came quickly. Since then, I constantly imagined it, and not in place of the one on top of her, but in her place. And for some reason, the thought came to me to dress like that. I rummaged in her closet among old things; there was a lot, including underwear too.

From that moment, my dressing in panties and bras began, wearing her shoes even though they were too big for me. I would take things to the garden; luckily, we had a big garden plot, and in the raspberry bushes, I would dress up and masturbate. That's when I understood that, for the most part, a girl lived inside me. I started wearing women's panties under my trousers, sometimes even to school like that, wanting to call myself by a feminine name. By the way, my name was a feminine one. No one called boys by such names; there were girls with names like that. I was a gentle and soft boy. My hairstyle was always a short back and sides, so at first glance, I looked more like a girl. Mom bought good brand-name clothes. So quietly, I finished school and entered university. I went to my mom's; she already had two children, my half-brother and little sister. I studied very well; in my first year, I won a competition from our university for a student exchange to a Russian university. Everyone was happy, and I left.

I arrived in Samara, we were settled in a dormitory, two people per room. I was placed with a Kazakh guy. His name was Erbol. He had an athletic build. To describe my body then: height 168 cm, weight 55 kg, shoe size 39. Erbol weighed 85 kg then, height 180 cm, shoe size 44. We became friends, went everywhere together. In my fantasies, he was my partner. He had experience with girls; he constantly talked about how he fucked them. I couldn't say anything. We had a shared shower; once we were bathing, and then I saw how big his dick was; I got very aroused. There was no one else in the shower then. I wet a washcloth and asked him to scrub my back. Suspecting nothing, he started rubbing my back; I started getting closer and closer to him. And his dick was swinging, dangling, and touching my butt. I pretended to slip and bent down, got on all fours so that he fell on me and his dick touched my butt clearly; we laughed.

He was thirsty, drank some mineral water, said he overdid it yesterday, asked if he had offended anyone? I said no, everything's fine. He stood up in his underwear, scratched his stomach, and started touching his dick, saying it hurt a little, as if he fucked someone yesterday, ha ha ha, probably in a dream. "Mirzhan, I've been having a hard-on lately, let's do something!" I got scared, wondering what he was hinting at, that he had dreamed about me at night. I answered, "Yeah, we should, everything will be fine soon." And I went to wash up. I took a deep breath and continued cleaning. I didn't notice him come into the room. I was bending over strongly, wiping the floor, so my butt was on full display, and I forgot that at night I had put on my secret panties. Oops! I straightened up and looked at him, "What happened?" "Wow, Mirzhan, don't do that again or I won't be able to take it, I almost thought some beauty was cleaning for us, I almost pounced. You're already here, but in vain, I should have." But I think if he thinks that, it means I arouse him; I think I need to act further. Meanwhile, time passed; I worked on myself, secretly bought lingerie, sometimes wore it under my clothes.

One day, running back from classes, I decided to change quickly, started taking off my jeans and fell. At that moment, Erbol came in and saw me on the floor in women's panties. "Mirzhan, what's wrong with you?" He helped me up but kept looking at my panties. "Wow, cool, what's this?" I was all red, didn't know where to hide. I put on my pants and ran off, said I was in a hurry and ran away. In the evening, I came back late, thought he was asleep, and started undressing. It turned out he wasn't asleep; he got up, came to me, took my face, turned it towards him, and kissed me, said he liked me very much. We melted into a long kiss; he took off my T-shirt and started caressing my breasts. I didn't even notice that from arousal, my nipples had hardened and swollen; he really liked that. My whole body was trembling, covered in goosebumps. I was all wet; I sat on my knees myself and took off his underwear. His big tool was already long ready for battle. I liked the smell; his legs were hairy. I started sucking his dick, didn't even notice how I swallowed it completely. The first load of cum, he filled my mouth with it.

I didn't understand myself how he came so quickly; I thought he came fast, but it turned out that wasn't all. His dick still wasn't about to go down; he turned me around, took off my jeans and panties. I understood he was going to have me fully now. I asked him to use lube, to which he agreed, but unfortunately, there was no cream or Vaseline; he just spit and massaged with his finger. After, he entered me with difficulty. I couldn't hold back and moaned a little; after twisting my nipples, he pulled his dick out and entered again, even deeper. I was breathing heavily, standing on my tiptoes, barely holding on. He started moving his hips; I noticed my butt either tore or started getting used to his huge dick. He understood that and started fucking me. I didn't know it could feel so good; I moaned like a real slut and came, but my dick wasn't like his afterward; it didn't stay hard but became very small.

About a month passed after the first sex, and I decided to find a job, started looking for various kinds of work. I'm a programmer by specialty and found a job at a private firm part-time. I went to work; I liked it because I wore tight jeans, and under the jeans, thong panties, lace, tops under sweaters. My salary grew from completing tasks. And I decided to rent an apartment for myself.

I rented a very cozy one-room apartment and moved there with my wardrobe. Erbol stayed in the dorm, but he sometimes visited me, well, accordingly, for the whole night, fucking as always. It so happened that at work, they quietly got used to me not being entirely traditional. At home, I wore a lot of makeup, plucked my eyebrows, and didn't even notice that my face looked more like a girl's than a guy's. Plus, Erbol was giving me his male hormones. I sometimes went out fully dressed as a woman, and no one suspected I was a boy.

Time passed; I worked at the firm. It was a construction firm, a small office, staff of only 10 people in the office, the rest were at sites. It so happened that I set up a server where you could see who went where. Among the women, there was a secretary, a young beautiful girl named Anya; accounting had 3 people, older women; managers and designers. The director, Arthur, was 40, and his driver, Volodya. I noticed that our director sometimes watched porn, and once I was surprised to find he was watching shemales, i.e., people like me. A crazy thought appeared in my head about how to get to know him. I had a profile, but he wasn't in my friends. I quickly found him and visited his page. After that, he came to mine and asked to add him as a friend. Then we chatted; he was married, had two children. I liked that he didn't lie and sent some of his photos.

He said he wanted to install an additional monitor; I started the installation, he walked around the office. I tried not to stand out; I had long hair, at work I tied it in a ponytail. But under the desk, the hair tie got caught and fell out; my hair came loose. I decided to quickly fix it; he looked at me and was surprised, "Alina, is that you?" I blushed and said yes. He lit a cigarette, "Wow, how did I not notice you before?" We sat and talked, then he asked me

to take off my pants; I carefully started taking them off; he went and locked the door. When he came back, he saw me in all my glory: a white blouse, hair loose, in pink lace panties, on my feet were white lace socks.

He looked around and said, "Hmm, you're good," and pulled down his pants; there was a medium-sized dick, already ready for battle. I understood I had to suck it, so I squatted down and started sucking him; he clearly liked it. After about 15 minutes, he came in my mouth, stood up, got dressed, and said I was very good. I got dressed, tied up my hair, and finished setting up the monitor. Then he said let's meet in the evening; I agreed. He gave me 300 bucks to prepare dinner and buy myself something I liked, to which I gladly agreed. I had to give him my address. In the evening, he came to my one-room apartment; it was very cozy, smelled nice, and had a lot of cosmetics; anyone who entered would think a girl lived there. I was waiting for him, did an enema, applied expensive gel after a shower so my body would be soft; I already applied baby cream every day. I put on a black lace set with a garter belt, also ash-colored stockings, a short black dress, put curlers in my hair to give it waves, reheated the ready-made dinner. The delivery guy brought it; he didn't even notice I was a guy.

So, Arthur came with champagne, entered, and gasped when he saw me. He hugged and kissed me; we went to the living room, where there was a table and a bed nearby. We sat, drank some champagne; I ate little, he ate salads and pizza. He stood up, lifted me, and led me to the bed; at the edge of the bed, he kissed me and lifted the edge of the dress, turned me around, and I leaned on the edge, got on all fours for him. He pulled down my panties; I gave him the lube I had already prepared; he applied it to my anus. He took off his pants and entered, then said, "Yeah, baby, you're not a virgin anymore." I looked at him and smiled; then he spanked my butt and started fucking me. I thought he would come quickly, but he didn't; he pulled out his dick and lay on the bed; I took off my dress and, in heels, climbed on top of him and sat on his dick. I really liked it; first, it wasn't as big as Erbol's, and second, he didn't come for a long time; I rode him like crazy. Then he wanted to change positions, put me on my back, hung my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me like a real bitch; I was moaning all over.

First, I came; my cum got on my stomach; then he came inside me. He lay on the bed and fell asleep; I went to the shower, washed everything off, put on my peignoir, and lay next to him; he was completely naked. When I lay down, he hugged me, kissed me, and fell asleep. Well, it's good he's not a giant like Erbol, I thought, and fell asleep. In the morning, he woke up and, without leaving the bed, had me in a sideways position. He got up and went to work. I barely got up and followed him to work. So, I ended up with two men: Erbol and Arthur; one was rich. Arthur gave me a lot of expensive lingerie and money, while Erbol sometimes came and fucked me brutally so my insatiable butt could calm down for a long time. I was just afraid they would meet; luckily, with Arthur, we mostly met in hotels or rented apartments. And Erbol came to me for at least a day or two and fucked me fully. I was afraid Arthur would find out; I didn't want to lose either one because I liked one for the pleasure he gave, and the other for the money and everything else.

I understood everything; he just wanted to stay. They made a bed for him in the guest room; he said I should come to him at night, to which I said I'd think about it. That after guests, we clean everything up, that my stepfather stays up late, and mom might notice. Then he said he would come to me at night. Around midnight, I went to his room; he wasn't asleep, took me and put me next to him, fucked me as always; I tried not to moan but was used to it, barely held back. Forgot to wear condoms; we stained the bedsheets. In the morning, I quickly went to him and changed the sheets, threw them in the wash. When mom found out I washed them, she was surprised, "Why?" Two days later, we went to the lake to relax together and also stopped by my grandparents'. There, naturally, they made beds for us in the living room since the guest room was for everyone, the living room. Then he had me there all three days. So my vacation passed, and we flew back to Russia. Upon arrival, he went to his family; we didn't meet for a week. But Erbol didn't get off me for a whole week. He basically turned me into a slut. I could barely walk to work.

He opened an additional office in another city; there he made me deputy; when he was there, I was his secretary. The staff was small, mostly men; a new construction base, only 4 people in the office. I had a private office; there I already went fully dressed as a woman; my dream came true. I had to move from that apartment; I had a personal three-room apartment, half furnished. To my taste, where Arthur often came; you could say it was our apartment. But sometimes I missed Erbol; just in case, I saved his number. I had my own small car, a new Mazda 6. So one day, Arthur went back to his city; I called Erbol, was sitting in a cafe in a business suit; he recognized me and came within half a day. We sat in a booth; he couldn't hold back, right there in the booth, he had me in 10 minutes; I was afraid someone would come.

And so one day, when my Arthur left again, I called him and asked if that offer was still valid. To which he said, "No problem, I'll arrange it." He came in his boss's SUV, said the boss was waiting at the sauna. On the way, he wanted to have me; I said it wasn't worth it. I just gave him a blowjob. He brought me to the sauna where three men were sitting: one of them was a tough guy, Goga, two Russians. I was dressed in expensive clothes and perfume; after all, a businesswoman. They ordered me to undress; I took off my outer clothes and remained in expensive lingerie. Goga ordered me to suck his big, sharp dick; I started sucking and was afraid of what they would do to me. Vanya and Slava laughed and drank vodka. Goga simply shoved his dick all the way down my throat. Then Vanya brought his dick over; I switched to him. At that time, Goga came from behind, took off my panties, and pushed into my butt. I wanted to say they should use lube; he spanked me and said, "Look what a nice hole," and without lube, just spit and entered; my eyes rolled back, I cried and moaned.

I lay there, couldn't move. Vanya came in, said I should get ready; I went to the steam room, but Slava was there; he had me in the steam room in a riding position. In the shower, Goga let me suck but didn't come. In the bedroom, Vanya had me again for an hour-long dose. When I looked at the clock, it was 5 AM. I thought I would die. My dick came about 5 times in a lying position. In the morning, the three of them had me again; we left the sauna at 7 AM. Erbol picked me up. He said they were very satisfied and paid well for the night; they paid 1500 thousand dollars;