Angie wasn't one to shed crocodile tears, as she never used tears as a weapon. In fact except for a very few times I never saw her cry. Each time I did see her cry it was for a real reason. Angie tried to wipe the tears away as she said. "I'm sorry you saw that, but no matter what you saw you are my only lover. What you saw me doing had nothing to do with love. In fact I get disgusted with myself every time I give into the craving." I had no idea what she was saying so I asked. "What craving is that Angie? You crave a big cock to fuck you with. Why did you ask me to marry you Angie when you had your other lover in the wings the whole time?" Next Previous Part: 1 2 3 4 5 ? Click here for a bio and to find more submissions by Scribler. ? Send instant anonymous feedback to the author. ? Tell a friend about this story, click here. ? Report problems with this story, click here. ? Share this story with others. CloseSocial WebLink del.icio.us Furl Yahoo! My Web Google Bookmarks BlinkList ma.gnolia Windows Live Digg Netscape StumbleUpon Technorati Newsvine reddit Tailrank Link to This Story Use the address below to place a link to this story: http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=290466 Or copy and paste this source code anywhere you like it (your blog etc.) Literotica: Transsexuals & Crossdressers: Jackie Pt. 04 Home|Stories|Webcams|Forum|Adult Store All contents c Copyright 1998-2009. Literotica is a trademark. No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written permission. Tricked Into Tranny Sex STRAIGHT MEN ARE FOOLED BY VERY SEXY TRANSSEXUALS FREE PREVIEW trannysurprise.com XXX Transsexual Movies TRANSGENDER EROTIC ADULT MOVIES 20,000+ PAY PER MINUTE TITLES SEARCHABLE CATEGORIES www.literoticavod.com index : Transsexuals & Crossdressers : Jackie Pt. 04 Jackie Pt. 04 by Scriblerc Angie stood and came over to me. She took the glass from my hand and said. "Please Jack don't call him my lover. I don't feel any love for him what so ever. Whether you want to believe it or not you are my true love, my one and only." She then swallowed the contents of the glass. I wanted to laugh but I held it back and said. "I don't see how you could lie to me like this. I saw you on your knees for him. You came when he pushed his cock into you. You told me you couldn't orgasm from intercourse. At least you couldn't with me but I guess I don't measure up to him." Angie sat at the small table and poured herself another glass full of scotch before saying. "Actually I told you I couldn't orgasm through intercourse unless it was done a certain way. I don't think you're that insensitive to my feelings. Size has very little to do with it." Before I could say anything Angie took a deep swallow of the scotch before continuing, "When I was seventeen Dan and I dated for almost a year. By the way the man you saw me with is Dan. Anyway he treated me like crap the entire time we went out. We never made love we only fucked. I was nothing more than his sperm receptacle for that entire year. He never cared if I had an orgasm or even if I was ready for him. He even fucked me during my period. After he was done using me he made me clean off his cock with my mouth." Angie refilled her glass a third time before continuing. "I never learned to enjoy the sex we were having but I did learn to have an orgasm during it. I know that sound pretty sick doesn't it. That's what I meant when I told you I couldn't have an orgasm though intercourse. I can't do it unless I'm treated like a two bit whore. Dan knows this and he loves the fact I want it that way. Even role playing doesn't do it for me. I have to really think you don't care for me at all." "If you hate it so badly why do you keep going back to him?" I asked. The tears started flowing again and this time there seemed to be no end in sight. "I really don't know," She told me through her sobs. "I've tried but I keep going back. It's like I crave the abuse. I want to be humiliated. You wouldn't believe the things he's made me do for him. "The first time I went back to him he made me beg him in front of all his buddies in a bar. I had to beg him to fuck me like a whore. He took me into the men's bathroom and made me get on my knees and suck his cock. Then I had to hold onto a urinal while he took me from behind. He made me pierce my nipples for him and I can't ever take them out. He's invited his buddies over to have a turn at me, even strangers off the street." Angie took another glass full of scotch before continuing. "I've gone to doctors and none of them are any help. Even the drugs they gave me only made me want the abuse more. Now I'm going to loose you over him." Angie started crying harder and her words came out as gibberish. I really felt sorry for her and I took her in my arms and let her cry on my shoulder. She cried for a good half hour before she finally cried herself out. When she could speak again she said. "I'm sorry I put you through this. I really wished I could stop these craving I have, but I can't. I could understand why you want to leave me." By this point my anger had faded completely and I felt only love for the woman in my arms. "I don't want to leave you I never did. I was giving you your freedom to be with him." Angie smiled for what seemed like the first time in hours. She gave me a brief kiss on the lips before saying. "You are the sweetest man I've ever known. You do understand I don't want to be with him. I could never take his abuse on a daily basis again. You were the best thing that has ever happen to me and now I've lost you." She burst into tears once more, which took another ten minutes before they subsided. As I rocked her in my arms I thought about what this meant. I came to the concussion that she couldn't control her cravings for the abuse he heap on her. This was definitely a sickness, as no one would want that sort of abuse on purpose. Seeing it was a sickness I really couldn't fault her on it. I mean you don't leave your loved ones when they get cancer do you? Once Angie was cried out she stood and said. "I guess I should leave and let you get on with your life." When she turned she staggered and fell into my arms. We laughed before I said. "I think I should take you home you're in no condition to drive." Angie kissed my cheek and said. "You are a sweet man, don't let any one tell you any different. But I really shouldn't bother you any longer." "It's not a bother love I was going that way anyway." I told her as I helped her back to her feet. Angie looked surprised and said. "Does that mean you coming back to me?" "It does if you'll have me." I told her as I started getting dressed. "What about Dan I can't promise I won't go to him again. I've tried and I always go back." She asked desperately. "We'll work that out together. If you have to see him again I'll understand I just don't want to know about it." I told her. I saw her shoulders slump before she said. "That may not be an option honey. He told me the other day it was time for you to know what a slut your wife really was. I'm sure he'll want you at our next encounter. That's the way he is, he keeps looking for knew ways to humiliate me." That was something I hadn't expected, but I quickly said. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." We left for home a short time later. We made love that night like we hadn't seen each other in a month. As I licked her pussy I couldn't get the image of Dan cock thrusting into her out of my head. For some reason it made me lick her pussy even harder. It took three weeks before I could see the edginess in Angie. I was sure she was trying to suppress the urge but she was loosing the battle. We had talked about this earlier and we had agreed I would be told when she had to make the call. There would be no more clandestine meetings. When Angie could stand it no longer she came to me in the study I had turned into a work station and said, "Honey I have to call I really tried but I have to. I'm sorry if this hurts you." "Okay love, go ahead and call him." I told her as I pointed to the phone on my work station. Angie's head turned from the phone to me several times before she asked. "You want me to call from here. You want to hear what I have to say to him." "I told you love no more secrets. If this is part of you life I want to be part of it too." Angie swallowed a few times before she picked up the phone and made the call. "Mister Dan this is your slut Angie calling." I heard her say over the phone as she looked over at me. "My cunt is burning to be filled by a real man that knows how to treat a slut like me." Angie's face turned a brilliant shade red as she said this. Angie listened for a minute or two before saying. "This slut isn't sure her husband can be there, sir." Even though Angie held he receiver tight to her ear I could heard the man on the other end yelling at her. A moment later she said. "Yes Mister Dan I will tell my husband you demand his presents at your next meeting with your slut. Thank you for your time sir." She told him as she hung up the phone. Angie had been quite humiliated having to make the call in front of me, but I needed to know where this was going. I didn't do this for my enjoyment I was kind of hoping that having it out in the open would some how help her over come this. After she hung up the phone she said to me. "He will be here tomorrow at seven. He wants you here so he can show you what kind of slut you married. I'm sure I won't be the only one he will be humiliating tomorrow. I hope he isn't too hard on you." Tears started forming in her eyes. I took Angie into my arms and kissed away her tears. I made love to Angie that night as gentle as I could. I wanted her to know I loved her regardless of anything else. The following day I was nervous like never before. I spent most of the day cleaning the house, as I couldn't sit for very long. When Angie arrived from the office at five we kissed for several minutes before she went up to take a shower. At six thirty she came down completely naked with the exception of makeup which she had put on real heavy. When I asked about her nakedness and she shrugged her shoulders and said as a blush came over her. "When I'm at home this is how he wants me to answer the door. If I meet his somewhere else I stay fully clothed except for my panties. Those I have to remove or he'll rip them off me." I took Angie into my arms until the doorbell sounded.