The Trans Ultra Collection Vol 3

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by Ursula Lovelace


  Nevertheless, I got down on my knees and began pulling down Gerald’s pants. I made sure the process was drawn out so I could extend his agony. A part of me wanted him to suffer for trying to hunt me down. He tossed his head back and closed his eyes as I stripped him.

  I felt a knot in my stomach as I took down his boxers. It wasn’t over what I was doing. Instead, it was concern over how much I was enjoying this. Until now, I never harbored an attraction towards another man. As Erika, it was easy to think of myself as a woman.

  Soon, I took out Gerald’s massive cock. It so long and thick that it made mine look like an uncooked hot dog. His shaft was intimidating to even look at it. I knew I had to swallow my pride before I could begin to swallow his prick.

  Gerald’s cock was as thick and firm as the rest of him. I began by opening my lips wide and placing them around the swollen head of his shaft. He tasted meaty and salty. Once I got used to having him inside my mouth, I eased myself into taking more of his prick.

  He so big that I felt like my jaw would get dislocated. Bit by bit, I took more of Gerald inside my mouth. The man’s scent was musty like a flagrant cologne. It overpowered my senses as I swallowed his shaft.

  The man groaned as I began sucking him. Gerald thrust his pelvis forward and sent more of his massive tool into the depths of my mouth. Soon, it was touching the back of my throat.

  Gerald’s hands held my cheeks as he fucked my face. I felt trapped between his hands. Escape was not even an option. It was a battle to even focus on what I was doing.

  Suddenly, he stopped thrusting into me. In the next moment, I felt a powerful stream of hot come erupt from Gerald’s prick. The sticky substance found its way down my throat. When he finished unleashing his payload, he pulled out his cock. I watched as droplets of semen fell onto the floor.

  To my surprise, I had swallowed his load down to the last drop. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying this. Even if I wanted to leave, it was too late. Fucking Gerald was my ticket out of here. I just needed to endure him for an hour before I could catch some sunrays in the Bahamas. Besides, I didn’t know how far I could run away from a horny mobster while wearing high heels.

  My body was a swirl of different emotions. I was terrified of what Gerald would do if he found out the truth. At the same time, I was thrilled about this sexual encounter. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins. My erection was painfully stiff in my panties. The alcohol in my body only complicated matters.

  I caught my reflection in a nearby mirror. My lipstick was smeared with warm cum dripping from my chin. Thankfully, most of my makeup was still intact. Even Gerald would be hard-pressed to identify me as Edward Anderson.

  After kneeling for so long, my legs were starting to hurt. My high heels dug into my feet. Even my stockings were becoming a bit frayed. The pain and humiliation was strangely arousing to me. My cock struggled to break free of my panties.

  None of that mattered now. I had to endure this in order to get my money and become free. I had turned the tables on the house. This time, they were the ones getting robbed blind.

  Chapter 5

  Recovering from his orgasm, Gerald picked me up and placed me on the couch. The man was so big and strong that he made me feel like a rag doll.

  I was just as disorientated as he was. The lights in the room seemed to blind me. Whether it was the alcohol or the decadence of the scene, my vision was becoming blurry. I was willing to let Gerald take the initiative. However, I needed to make sure he didn’t discover the cock I had hidden in my panties.

  Gerald began by cupping my bare buttocks. I needed to react quickly before he found the extra tool I had. I pulled down my panties to expose my rosebud and tucked my prick between my thighs. “Fuck my ass, Gerald!”

  He didn’t seem to notice my sleight of hand. My balls were hidden from his view. In fact, Gerald looked like he was going to pounce my ass. I was thankful for the fact that his lust had given him tunnel vision. After all, the man had said I was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. I was starting to believe that it was the truth rather than a lame pickup line.

  Gerald’s cock was harder than ever. The fact he had just came in my mouth hadn’t caused it to grow limp. His shaft was slick with my saliva and his cum. It looked like a heat seeking missile aimed directly at my ass.

  Looking over my shoulders, I saw him enter past the tight opening of my rosebud. My ass immediately clamped down on the bulbous head of his cock like a noose. Pain flared in my body before becoming replaced by raw pleasure. I didn’t know whether it was the tension of the situation or my lust but I was getting harder than I had ever been before.

  Erika had stopped being a disguise for me to wear. She felt like her own person. While Edward ran at the first sign of trouble, Erika wasn’t afraid to face her enemies and take advantage of them. She had the beauty and charms to pull it off. More importantly, she was a woman who loved getting fucked in the ass.

  I grunted when Gerald thrust deeper into me. “Oh… that’s it… fuck me!”

  He reached out to grab my clothed breasts. The gel molds were soft and warm from my body heat. They probably felt like the real thing to an untrained hand.

  Both of us were getting hard from this wonton fucking session. I had never seen my prick get so stiff. Gerald’s cock felt absolutely colossal inside of me. I was afraid he would tear me apart but he somehow managed to stay in me.

  Together, we fell into a steady rhythm. It was machinelike in how he pumped in and out of me. I felt his prick pulsate with vitality deep within my ass.

  Gerald broke out into a series of frenetic thrusts. With his hands on my hips, I bounced sideways on the couch. My cock had created a noticeable bump in my panties. I felt like I could go off at any moment. I resisted the urge to come since it could give away who I was.

  I didn’t know where the act ended and my real reaction began. I had arranged this sexual encounter to get enough money to leave this country. I wasn’t supposed to like getting reamed in the ass by a guy out to kill me. Instead, I was moaning like I was actually enjoying this. Perhaps, I really did like being a woman and getting fucked by a man.

  I didn’t know what kind of demon Gerald was because he didn’t show any signs of slowing down. It was practically mating season with the way he was pumping into me. I loved how his shaft would stretch me wide before exiting out of me. Then, the process would repeat itself.

  My virgin asshole gripped his thick shaft as he buried it to the hilt. A strange bolt of pleasure crackled through my body like a current of electricity. Gerald ground his pelvis against me. I felt his long prick slide in and out of me like clockwork.

  I heard the expensive couch beneath us rock to our movements. Gerald was fucking me like some crazed animal. His movements were quick and powerful like that of a jungle cat.

  My cock was getting harder and harder. I resisted the urge to touch myself. My moans echoed in the four walls of the room as he ploughed me.

  I wasn’t the only one nearing an orgasm. I felt Gerald’s cock grow stiff in my rear. I felt his grip tighten upon my body as his thrusts grew wilder.

  I couldn’t believe how my ass could take so many powerful thrusts from Gerald. The rest of my body wasn’t as resilient. My elbows and knees buckled underneath me. I fell onto the couch but that didn’t stop him from fucking me senseless.

  Dipping into a reserve of energy, Gerald broke out into a series of short pumping motions. My body lied flat on the couch and accepted his powerful thrusts. I knew the end was at hand.

  I could feel the telltale signs of my impending climax. The two of us were groaning enough to strain our voices. It felt like my skin was on fire. Beads of sweat poured down me like some torrential downpour.

  The man grunted loudly as he finally came inside of me. His shaft swelled as spurted his load deep inside my ass. I felt his hairy balls slam against my ass as his cock throbbed. Wave after wave of hot come coated my insides.

  That made two of us.

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nbsp; Down below, I felt my cock deposit a heavy load of semen inside my panties. It sent ripples of erotic pleasure throughout my body. Every pore felt like it was filled with bliss.

  I sensed the spray of warm cum against the guest of my panties. Some it started trickling down my thighs but Gerald was too busy coming to notice. With a grunt, he finished his climax and fell on top of me.

  Gerald murmured as he pulled out of me. “So beautiful…”

  His erection was coated with his seed. We were too exhausted to do more than lie together for a moment. I was even more spent than he was. I just had my ass fucked for the first time in my life. Stranger still, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

  He had the look of a man who had gone to heaven and back. I couldn’t help but giggle. “Did I earn my money?”

  He laughed and spanked my backside. “This ass is worth its weight in gold. I’ll get you your payment.”

  As I got dressed and cleaned up, Gerald got up to acquire my payment. A part of me was scared that he would return to kill me. These mobsters had a reputation taking what they wanted by force.

  Thankfully, he was a man of his word. Gerald returned with the full amount in stacks of cash. “Fifty thousand as we agreed.”

  I run a finger through the crisp bills. I never imagined I would ever receive this much money outside of a casino. “Thanks…”

  “Keep me in mind, Erika,” he said, beaming at me. I guessed that he wanted me to be his girlfriend or something. It was no wonder he was willing to pay me so much money. These charms of mine were quite powerful. “I’ve enjoyed my time with you. There’s plenty more money to follow if you’re interested.”

  The poor guy didn’t know he had been hoodwinked. “I’ll be in touch.”

  With money in hand, I booked a private flight to The Bahamas. It allowed me to bypass customs and anyone else who wanted to check for an actual passport. The complimentary champagne didn’t hurt either.

  In fact, I had treated myself to a first class flight. I had super soft seats with plenty of legroom. The menu had everything from steaks to lobster. I figured I deserved it after surviving such a harrowing week. I emptied quite a few champagne flutes.

  Still wearing my disguise, I attracted quite a bit of attention from the male passengers. They bought me drinks and chocolates from the menu. I couldn’t help but flirt a little with them over a nice bottle of expensive wine. I was tempted to try for the Mile High Club with them but the risk was too great. Regardless, I was here to start a new life in The Bahamas.

  After living in a messy and dense city, catching some sun in the beach was a nice change of environment. Sure, these islands had their bad parts but the nice places were especially great. I loved the sight of crystal clear blue water up to the horizon. When I got off the plane, I inhaled the aroma of the sea. There also were quite a few business opportunities for an accountant such as myself.

  These islands tended to attract rich businessmen. They loved to cheat on their taxes just as much as the little guys. It was why places like The Bahamas and The Cayman Islands were known to be tax shelters. As part of the British Commonwealth, it attracted English speaking travelers who were here for both business and pleasure. I knew I could find a steady gig here.

  Soon, I was making as much here as I would with a lucky streak at a casino. It sure beat being a straight and narrow accountant. Back in Las Vegas, the work was hell and the pay was poor. I should’ve gone into this type of business a long time ago instead of wasting my money at the poker table.

  I also used my new found wealth to forge some identification. I couldn’t use my old identity as Edward or else the mob would track me down. At the same time, I didn’t want to be the same guy with a new name.

  I wanted to be a woman for good.

  There was no going back to being Edward. I loved being Erika. She was beautiful, confident, and a million other things I wasn’t as a man. It didn’t hurt that being the object of a man’s affection was a nice boost to my ego.

  Being Erika helped boost my ‘tax advice’ business as well. The rich and well to do loved to get tax help from a lovely woman. Over time, I made enough money from a few clients that I never had to work much. I could spend the rest of my days dressing up nice in nice clothing and meeting handsome men.

  Edward Anderson might have disappeared for good but Erika was here to stay!

  Chapter 1

  “Sorry, we’ve got a full lineup of mechanics, Simon,” he said, sounding almost apologetic over the phone. “We’ll keep you in mind if we need another set of hands on deck. I’m sure you’ll land on your feet sooner or later.”

  I sighed. “Thanks…”

  Getting rejected never got easier with practice. By now, I had plenty of practice getting told there were no openings. Nonetheless, I scratched that garage off the list. I’d just have to move onto the next one. Unfortunately, the list had been reduced down to a handful of names.

  Small and mid-sized automobile repair shops tended to be family owned. The owners typically hired close relatives first and everyone else second. You needed to be good friends with the other mechanics at the shop to get your foot through the door and land a job.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t have anyone who could put in a good word for me around these parts. A month ago, I had gotten tired of the city life and moved over to a quiet town to work as a mechanic. I even had a job lined up for me at a national tire service company.

  It would’ve been a dream job if the garage where I was supposed to work hadn’t closed down. It was a belt tightening year for the corporation which meant smaller service garages were downsized or shut down entirely. This meant I had moved all the way to a new apartment with no job to support me. A part of me wished I had stayed in the city.

  As bad as it was, I still had my skills as an auto mechanic. I could find a steady job as long as I kept looking. America was a car country. Sooner or later, your car would break down or at least need servicing. You couldn’t go live your life without a mechanic on speed dial.

  This was a necessary job that couldn’t be outsourced half way across the world to someone in another country. People like me could diagnose a problem in your car and have it fixed as soon as possible. Of course, we charged an appropriate fee for services rendered. Believe me, it was much better than driving on anyway with an engine that was on its last life.

  Of course, an annual checkup never hurt a car. I would be ankle deep in axle grease trying to check for problems. Most people tended to worry more about a car’s coat of paint than what was inside the hood.

  It was a dirty job like being a plumber. You came home smelling of grease with oil stains on your pants. It was a dangerous job as well. You were working with very heavy equipment that could crush a man if it wasn’t handled correctly. A week didn’t do by where I didn’t see some careless rookie get burnt or shocked. Nonetheless, someone had to do it.

  I wasn’t too bad with smart cars either. Most modern cars had a bunch of high-tech gadgets, such touchscreens and heated chairs. That meant more things could break. It was standard for mechanics like me to be well-versed in these fancy, computer-powered cars. I just wanted to go out and test my skills.

  I hated being unemployed and collecting checks from the government. It made me feel like some loser. I was a fully certified mechanic who had worked at a number of well-reputed businesses. I had taken countless training programs and certification classes. I could fix anything from a broken transmission to an off balance axle.

  I just loved working with hands on with cars. Each car was like a puzzle that needed to be solved. Every day would be a brand new problem begging me to fix it. Being stuck in my apartment without work was making me stir-crazy.

  There were some job openings for automobile technical support. You sat in some room and helped someone who was having trouble with their car over the phone. You used phone camera photos and videos to get an idea of what was wrong. However, I wasn’t interested in some glorified call center tech support job.
I wanted to be down in the trenches and work with my hands.

  It didn’t help that this town as a bit boring. Sure, a city could be noisy and messy but it was jam-packed with stuff to do. This place was a full car ride from any worthwhile place.

  It was a small, tight knit town. Everyone knew just about everyone else. There wasn’t a mega-mall where you could get all your shopping done. Instead, you visited a half dozen different mom and pop shops. To its credit, it was hard to get lost around these parts.

  I just needed to find a job before my benefits expired. My unemployment check paid for the rent and other expenses. Nonetheless, I was living like a hermit and making each cent count.

 

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