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My Landlady’s Secret

by Mark Randall


Part 1


When I moved into the house, I never expected what happened in a million years. It did happen and I have no regrets about it either.

First let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Mark and I’m 25 years old. I do various jobs here and there and just started to study computers at a college and I have learned a lot. I knew that I needed to conserve my funds and look for another place to live since work was slow and I needed to pay for my tuition, I needed to find a cheaper place to live. After a lot of thought, I decided to rent a room temporarily.

After a lot of searching I found the perfect place. The room was larger was than all the other ones that I had seen so far and the price was in my price range. The woman who lived in the house was name Beverly. She was a very attractive woman with long black hair and hazel eyes and she had a very nice set of legs on her too. She was a manger of a lingerie shop and she needed someone to rent a room from her to help pay the bills.

I had a coffee with her and she took a liking to me and we agreed on a month-to-month lease plan. I learned that I would be the only tenant that would be renting from her. She explained that she was only looking for a single tenant and I was what she was searching for. An agreement was made and I moved in the next week. I would soon learn that there was more to her than met the eye.


One night before I moved into Beverly’s house I was surfing the Internet and I came across a few adult sites. One of them was about Transsexuals. Curious I decided to take a look. The models that I seen in there was stunning and very attractive. I couldn’t believe that I was getting excited over it. I never would have believed that it would turn me on, but it did. That was what sparked my interest.

The next night after I moved into Beverly’s house, she invited me to have a social drink with her in the living room and chat. We chatted for quite a while about many different things. I kept sneaking glances at her legs and how stunning they were. If she noticed, she didn’t seem to mind at all. Then she asked me how open minded I was. I said that I was pretty open-minded.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked.

"Sure." I replied.

"I’m not really a woman. I’m a transvestite."

I couldn’t believe my ears at all. This gorgeous creature that sat across form me on an easy chair and I was on the couch wasn’t a woman but man. If she hadn’t of told me then I would have never have known the difference.

"Does that bother you?" she then asked.

"No not at all." I replied honestly. I felt myself starting to blush a bit.

"Good. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable."

"I’m not."

I asked her about her situation, what it was about. She explained that she was happy the way that she was and she took hormones and had breasts implanted. I then asked if she had changed her sex parts and she said that she didn’t. She explained that she was one who loved the combination of being a woman with a cock. I asked her if she was straight or gay and she said that she was bisexual.

"What do you think of transvestites?"


"You can tell me anything."

"I then told her about how I was surfing on the net and what I seen in the Transvestite section. She smiled and nodded and asked if it excited me and I told her that it did. She then asked if I have ever thought about being with a transvestite. I was honest with her again and said yes I have.

The hour grew late and she said that she had to go to work tomorrow and we said our goodnights. In my room I had thought about her and I was still amazed that she was a transvestite. I very beautiful transvestite. The more I thought about it the more excited I got and I masturbated.

The next night, which was a Friday night, Beverly asked if I had any big plans for that night and I said that I didn’t. She then suggested that we could rent a movie and have a few drinks and I agreed. She rented a comedy and we both laughed and sat on the couch as the movie played on. I was feeling a bit tipsy after all the wine she poured into my glass.

She wore a white blouse and a black skirt. She also wore a pair of black nylons. The sight of her made me hard instantly.

After the movie was done she then asked me a question.

"Do you find me attractive Mark?"

"Yes." I replied, "very much."

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Well, I work a lot and I don’t really have to much of a social life I’m afraid. I do get lonely and I get horny and I find you very attractive. So I was wondering if you would object if you would help me out with my needs."

I couldn’t believe what I just heard. This magnificent woman was giving me a chance to make some of my fantasies come true. How could I resist such an offer?

I agreed and asked what she wanted me to do? She smiled and she said that we would take things a step at a time and she wanted to seal the deal with a kiss. We kissed long and passionately. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and I didn’t want it to end. She then drew back and said that she wanted to do something she loved to do. She wanted to suck me off until I came.

Before I could answer she started to unzip my jeans and take them off. She saw that I was very hard and she smiled at me. She then bent down and took me cock in her mouth. She gave me the best blow I had ever had in my life. She knew how to work her lips and tongue. I looked down and I saw that she was playing with herself under her skirt that she wore that night. Within moments I came in her mouth and she sucked faster and harder as I did. Soon she came herself letting out a moan of pleasure.

We then kissed and looked into each other’s eyes. We both knew that this was just the beginning of a long road of pleasure and lust.




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