Transfixed

My foot tapped in rhythm with the glacier's pace that had possessed the second of the clock above my professor's head.

My phone buzzed once. Twice. Then a third and fourth. I checked my pocket. Four texts from my girlfriend, Sara.

We had a fight this morning after she flipped the bedroom light on when she got dressed and I has the audacity to ask her to turn it back off, given that I was still asleep and had only gotten off work mere hours before.

13 hours later she was still attempting to reignite the issue.

I tucked my phone away only for another buzz, a longer vibration than when I got a text sounded off.

At first I thought she was calling me until it ended as quickly as it began. I looked again and saw a black square containing a golden theatre mask informing me that I had received a message.

I had forgotten all about my Grindr profile. When I was single, in times of lonliness I found that I was driven to drown myself in dick when tinder was slow or one of my lady friends had other plans or found a boyfriend. After my relationship began to fall apart, I found myself with that drive again.

I pressed on the notification. "Angel sent you a message".

I opened it. "Come over"

Before responding, I closed out and checked the profile. It was a trans girl. She wore hipster glasses. Long strands of auburn hair draped themselves over bronze shoulders, concealing bare breasts beneath. Ivory teeth sunk seductively into pink lips as unblinking hazel eyes stared back at me.

"What do you have in mind" I replied.

"I want a straight boy to suck me off."

She was a trans top. I'd never been with a trans girl, much less served as one's slut. Before my brain had a chance to overthink it, my dick pushed against the front of my jeans, brought to life at the mere thought.

Before I could respond, she sent an address.

"My class ends in an hour" I said.

"Get here in 20 minutes of I'll find someone else."

My belongings were in my bag before I finished reading the message. Without a word, I bolted from the classroom and spent the next 5 miles driving through backroads at freeway speeds until I found her apartment complex.

When I parked I checked again. "Unit 16D"

After a couple of wrong turns and asking for help at the front office, I navigated my way through the brick and wood maze until I found her unit on the first floor of a poolside building.

I knocked.

She answered the door in a plain white t-shirt, too short to cover her stomach, a pink thong from Victoria's Secret and a towel around her hair. What I noticed most was how much taller

than me she was. At 6 feet, she must have been at least 6' 3.

"Sorry, I just got back from the gym and wanted to shower before you got here" She dropped the towel and bent at the waist, shoving a near perfect ass in my face. She looked back and winked at me before taking me to her room and closinf the door behind us.

"Do you do this with a lot of straight boys?"

She ignored me and crawled onto the bed then faced me, legs spread, and dropped her panties, showing me an 8 inch snake that was already dripping a bit of it's venom.

"On your knees" she said, raising her feet up to rest on each of my shoulders as she forced my lower and lower until both my knees were firmly pressed against her white carpet floor.

Her fingers clutched the back of my head in an unbreakable grip as she forced my head forward, burying her shaft to the hilt as my eyes bulged from the sudden trauma.

My throat tightened, subconciouy unwilling to let her force her way in. She pulled back, slapped me hard across the face and held my chin in her hand.

"Fight me again and it gets worse."

I gave her a silent nod and opened wide.

"Good boy"

In the next moment, I couldn't breath. Her balls were pressed against my chin, my nose crushed to her pelvis as her hips thrusted deeper and deeper, forcing every last milimeter in between my hungering lips.

Tears welled in my eyes and streamed in twin rivers to meet at the corner of my mouth where a steady flow of precum and my own saliva fell down my chin like a waterfall. I had only ever seen this kind of abuse in porn, and as I suffered through it I felt my body and mind becoming addicted.

Her abuse was like heroin, able to get me hooked off of just the first taste of her and having me willing to do anything to feel her satisfaction. Every time she refused to let me up as she rained down insults telling me just how much of a slut and a toy I was, my cock pulsed and my body quivered with unhindered delight. Each violent push and pull of her waist and my neck tightened my balls and sent flanks of chills across my still clothed skin.

What turned me on even more than my newfound devotion to this trans goddess was her absolute apathy towards me. I was a toy, only lucky enough to be used by her now because I was the first person to reply to her order to kneel and submit at her feet. I imagined a legion of men with girlfriends and wives waiting for them at home, who loved, cherished and couldn't exist without them all keeping them waiting to kneel down and embrace a one sided passion. She loved only the pleasure I could give her in this moment and cared nothing more about me than a stranger she passed on the sidewalk, even as her most intimate bodyparts were thrust into my face.

She rose, keeping my lips locked in union with the base of her swelling shaft. Towering over me, she looked me in the eyes and offered a single, unignorable command

"make me cum bitch"

I bobbed my head up and down as each of my hands wrapped around any part of her cock that was left unenevloped by my lips. A tightening of her core and stifled moan soon erupted into convulsing, agony of her orgasm.

Wave after wave, rope after rope of the white hot load of her freshly drained balls coated my tongue, filling my mouth up with more than an ounce. I opened my tongue and closed my throat, showing off what she had given me, what I had earned from her before swallowing it down and savoring the salted sweet taste still coating my tongue.

"thank you" I said as I got back to my feet. She smirked and scoffed.

"You know where the door is"

I turned back to see her on grindr, looking for her next slave.