Transvestite Natasha

I'll start by saying that I'm very aroused by cute men dressed as women. Where this came from and when it manifested, I don't think you, my readers, need to know. It's just that in reality, I couldn't make my desires come true.

I worked for a northern company and had acquaintances who also wanted to bring these fantasies to life. I am a tall, somewhat overweight man and far from young. My acquaintance, Stepanych, is similar to me but shorter. We also had a friend, Andrei, from the capital. So, we often visited the capital on business trips and knew that Andrei was seeing a transvestite. I, Ivanych, took the initiative

upon myself and wrote an email to our friend, explaining our desires, the date of our arrival, and asked him to arrange a cozy setting for us if possible.

A couple of days later, a letter came from Andrei, in which he wrote that he had a cute transvestite acquaintance named Natasha, only she doesn't look like a miniature Thumbelina, but more like a proper lady, not fat but not thin either, with a good butt and a working mouth.

After receiving the letter from Andrei, Stepanych and I were eager to see a photo if possible, but Andrei refused and said if you want, I can give you Natasha's Skype.

Soon, Stepanych and I were happily masturbating to Natasha, enjoying her appearance via webcam. "Well, would you look at that," Stepanych said— "a real beauty, and you can't even tell it's a man dressed up."

A week later, we were in the capital. Andrei picked us up from the airport and we rushed by car to his dacha. On the way, I asked about the transvestite Natasha, to which Andrei smiled and said: "She'll be at our disposal for 2 days, and right now she's at the dacha getting ready for our arrival."

Andrei then asked if we knew the difference between transvestites, transsexuals, and gays?

And Stepanych and I started throwing out our versions in a jumble.

Then we listened to Andrei.

"So," he continued, "transsexuals are of course the most desirable, with breasts and they don't resort to a 'look,' they always look feminine within the limits of their data; transvestites resort to a look, wear bright makeup, wigs, and prefer sex with elements of female fetish on themselves. Gays don't always perceive transvestites and transsexuals; they enjoy complete nudity and satisfaction with both their own and their partner's body in its male essence."

Here Stepanych interrupted: "Nooo, I don't want a man as such." Andrei laughed and said: "That's why we're going to have fun with the transvestite Natasha."

When we drove up to Andrei's dacha, I saw that lights were on in some of the house's windows, and the smell of evening dinner wafted outside.

We helped Andrei drive the car into the yard and, closing the gates, went into the house. In the house, we saw the transvestite Natasha near the stove. She was stirring something in a frying pan and, seeing us, smiled friendly. Stepanych blew her an air kiss and noted her irresistibility. I also couldn't restrain myself and blurted out: "You're just sexy, little Natasha."

Natasha asked: "Will you have dinner now? Or shower first?"

"I think shower in turns," said Andrei and showed where to go. The house wasn't big, and the shower stall was located very close, just around the corner, as they say.

I went to shower second after Stepanych. And while he was splashing in the shower, I talked with Andrei, watching the transvestite Natasha from behind. She was wearing black shoes, black stockings, a black blouse over which was a snow-white apron, which, when she moved, exposed her butt, and you could see lace panties and the straps of an erotic garter belt.

Then Natasha turned to us, said dinner was ready, and sat down next to us. I noticed her long nails and said: "What lovely manicure!" Natasha smiled broadly and replied, well, these aren't my own, just fake nails.

I ran my hand over her cheek, examining her face. She had a light, shoulder-length bob wig, the curls of which fell to her shoulders and visually softened her appearance, filling it with femininity.

Just think, the combination of women's clothing and makeup on her really transformed the transvestite Natasha into a cute lady. With an intent gaze, I examined the creature sitting before me and again stopped at the face itself.

The blush on her cheeks, brightly painted red lips with black liner began to immerse me in a world of fantasy, colorful pictures.

Andrei patted me on the shoulder and said: "Ivanych, stop staring! Go take a shower!"

I went into the shower stall, took off my clothes, and, spinning fantasies in my head, watched as my cock began to swell. From the shower stall, I could see that Stepanych had sat down next to Natasha, gesturing with his hands with a smart look, telling her something, most likely using his eloquence to seduce her.

And then it went like this: leaving the shower stall as quickly as possible, I joined Andrei and Stepanych, feeling her accessibility and uninhibitedness, and without embarrassment anymore, I stroked her stocking-clad legs and, reaching under the lace panties, felt a standing, quite sizable cock.

Natasha began to moan and, pulling my hand away, said: "You better have a bite after your journey, and then everything else." She got up from the table and, swaying her hips like a real woman, went into the room, closing the door behind her. Natasha left, but the trail of the persistent aroma of women's perfume lingered around us for a long time.

When we were left alone, the three of us opened a bottle of vodka and started a conversation about the upcoming evening.

Andrei told us about Natasha, what you can do with her, and what it's better not to ask of her. What upset me was that the transvestite Natasha does not take an active role with men. More precisely, she is passive in anal sex except for blowjobs. She doesn't swallow cum, fucks with a condom.

After Andrei finished telling us about her preferences, we were aroused to the limit.

Here Andrei added: "But I cum in Natasha however and wherever I want," and, putting a box of condoms on the table, he went to her.

Not even five minutes had passed, and from the room came the creaking of the bed and the very pleasant moan of Natasha's voice.

Without waiting for an invitation, Stepanych and I entered the room and also began to join in their coupling. The lady was on all fours, rhythmically moving her butt to meet Andrei's deep thrusts.

Natasha's breathing was intermittent, her cock swung between her legs, and her lips begged for attention.

Driving my cock into Natasha's throat, I felt the unimpeded penetration; my balls, touching her lips, left traces of lipstick on themselves. To explain what was happening, I'll say that my working organ for fertilization had a length of 16 cm and a diameter of 3 cm.

I think describing all the moments in colorful detail would be long and standard for all stories. So I'll stop at the main points.

The transvestite Natasha herself came in a wonderful way. Stepanych and I watched as she, without touching her cock with her hands, flowed from the deep penetrations of Andrei's cock into her butt. For me, seeing such a phenomenon was news. Natasha's cock lost its initial erection and was in the pubic area of the women's panties, hiding in the lace; only by the clinging fabric could you guess that it wasn't a female pussy there at all.

And everything else—the moans, emotions, movements—created a complete sensation of the presence of a woman.

Andrei, as he said, came in Natasha without a condom, and when pulling out his cock, you could see the cum flowing out of her ass.

I put on a condom as agreed on my erect organ and replaced Andrei. Slapping her thighs, groping her, and reaching Natasha's cock under the panties, I felt the sticky wetness of cum.

Meanwhile, Andrei sat in an armchair and said: "What's surprising? The girl came, but that's no reason to think about ending the evening."

I also came, with less tangible sensations due to the condom, into Natasha anally. After me was Stepanych, and after a short rest, everything repeated. Unlike Andrei, we contented ourselves with anal sex with a condom and came on Natasha's face and clothes. For Andrei himself, she was more accessible; he could fill her mouth with cum, pull out his cock, smearing the red lipstick on her lips, and plunge back in.

You couldn't say the evening was over. Natasha went to the shower, changed into other clothes, and went to the room.

I asked if I could go to her myself. Andrei answered: "If you feel like it, go in; she's tame and there won't be any problems even if she falls asleep."

Such friendly disposition only pleased me, and I myself went to Natasha several times. And closer to midnight, she even fucked me in the mouth, and I tasted her cum.

I know that Natasha became not indifferent to Stepanych, who was essentially closer to being passive, but he couldn't get any activity from Natasha. However, after anal sex with Andrei, she herself would take Stepanych to the room. As it turned out later, Natasha loves when someone licks her cum-filled ass. This attracted Stepanych, and they found common ground. Natasha herself didn't lick anyone and tried to discuss all taboos upfront.