Blossoming Shemale

Upset some people? Who? Upsetting behaviour? What behaviour? Using women, womanising? Sure I can't deny that, but why did that get me here? Abusing power? That felt like a stretch. Sure, maybe, but surely nowhere near as bad as half the people in positions like mine. Making them stay quiet? That was mob talk; I'd never done anything like that. I'd made sure some of my secretaries left with large severance packages, I'd paid off another, is that what they meant? What was going on? What should I say? I should say something.

"I'm... sorry? I'm really, really, sorry." It had gotten me off as a kid when my dad wasn't happy a lot of times.

But it only made her laugh, again it was strange, a girly titter, but with something else there. "You have no idea. And you have no idea how truly sorry you're going to be." She paused as if waiting for something. I wondered what was going to happen to me. I still didn't really know anything.

Up until this point, I'd been scared, with no real idea what was happening to me. My first clue was about to bloom before me.

My eyes were finally adjusting. On my bed sat a form, large, if I had to guess, I'd say maybe six and a half feet tall, and built. Her face was silhouetted in the light, so I still couldn't see that. She was facing away from me looking down at me over her shoulder. She looked naked. Her waist narrowed and her skin, to my eyes, was flawless. She must have realised I could see now, "Well hello there cutie. It's time we got started. I have to tell you, I'm really going to enjoy this."

She stood up and turned to face me. Hanging between her legs was a cock. She was a shemale, a transsexual, a dickgirl.

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I have a high sex drive, but not much luck with women when I'm not manipulating my secretaries. I'm not completely inept, but I certainly don't score with enough women to satisfy my desires. So I watch porn. My absolute fetish is big tits and I have bookmarks and gigabytes of porn covering my obsession with huge breasts.