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The merits of good costume design [komically x midnite_run]

"You don't have to worry about being able to fit into my cockslot," She said with a grin, "You'll just have to lube up and be gentle for the first few minutes. My ass is really stretchy now. It looks tight, but with enough lube, I could probably get someone's entire hand in me. Not that I'd want to. Fisting is not an interest of mine. No way, no how."

A smile spread across Avery's face when Lucy kissed her again. She could tell the woman was holding back because they were in public. To be fair, if she was a more confident person, she'd have to as well. Plus, she'd also dress a lot more slutty too. There were plenty of outfits sitting in her closet that would be fun to wear out if she wasn't scared of the exposure. Her favorite one was a pink tube top and a pair of really tight jeans. With a bit of encouragement, she'd wear it out in a heartbeat, just to show off her curvy waist and her flat belly.

"I'm a super lightweight." She said, as if it wasn't obvious by how petite she was. Only 5'5", she weighed around 105 pounds, as she stored very little fat on her body, other than in the few zones that mattered. "If you have orange juice, I'll take a screwdriver." She's said to the waitress, who nodded and walked off towards the bar.
 
"Nah, fistin' aint my thing either. Nice party trick, I guess, but my junk does pretty much the same thing and I still get off too," Lucy joked as the waitress took their orders and walked away; it was easy to see she had overheard parts of Lucy and Avery's conversation, looking both interested and mortified all at once. She momentarily locks eyes with Lucy and the woman winks playfully, sticking her tongue out. She blushes and rushes back off to the kitchen. "I think she was into us. We could've taken her along, let her watch."

"Okay, so. Think this is a better time than now to ask, but, you want me to be your domme, yeah?" Lucy leans foward, chin placed in both of her hands. The angle exposes the cleavage of her chest, providing a good look into the deep plunge of her neckline. She looks Avery directly in her eyes, reaches out to tuck a loose strand of ginger hair behind the girl's ear. "I can provide, but I just need to give you fair warning. I can be....rough. Not abusive. I've had enough of that shit in my life, but, I'm also a hard partier."

Lucy takes a bit of boldness and leans forward to kiss Avery directly on the lips; not the hot and heavy making out that would precede a good fuck, but the kind you'd see from affectionate lovers. "Need to know if you're not gonna back out the minute I pull out a collar. Save ourselves some pain figuring out what goes where."
 
"I hadn't had an illusions about that," Avery said, "I want a rough domme. I want you to make me your toy, to use me for whatever pleasures you have. I don't have a lot of limits, and I enjoy being essentially forced to do something for someone else's pleasure. As long as I know that your methods aren't mean spirited, I'll enjoy them."

After the kiss, Avery giggled softly. "I want to make a request if you don't mind. I have a lot of outfits that only get worn for work. I'd love to wear them out, but I'm too scared to ever do that. If you could give me that push and chose my outfit every morning or something... I would love that. Uh... so what kind of things are you into?" She asked, feeling her little willy solidify.
 
Lucy grins at Avery's requests; she was exactly the kind of girl that one only came across with luck. A perfect subby for a perfect domme, match-made in heaven. "I can do all of that and more, mi princesa. I'll help doll you up good and we can show you off. Let everyone see that perfect ass of yours," Lucy replied with a sultry chuckle, licking her lips seductively.

When Avery asks about her own kinks, Lucy puts a finger on her chin, deep in thought. "Shit, more than I can count. Off top, I like giving a good facefuck. I like getting my ass eaten and doing the same. Collaring, giving facials, fucking around in public. Honestly, though, my favorite?" Lucy says with a smile, running one thumb across Avery's plush bottom lip. "Bending over a good subby and fucking her brains out. Grab her by her hair and pounding that ass-pussy 'til she's leaking and cumming all over. How's that one sound to you, baby?"
 
"It sounds divine." Avery said with a soft moan, "I'd love to get my butt rammed. But... I'd like you to be gentle our first time. I've... I've never had sex as a bottom. A few times I've sucked some dick... and a few times I tried to have sex with women. It uh... never worked all that well with my little thing. I never had trouble getting to that point but... well... you know. They say it's less about the size and more how you use it, but I don't really have either." She blushed a bit, before the drinks came to the table.

"I also... was thinking..." She murmured with a blush, "That maybe if you came over to my place we could film you and I... banging? It would do awesome on my channel. A lot of guys have been asking for me to get fucked on camera and more would like to see a sexy woman like you be the one doing the humping."
 
Lucy thanks the waitress for her drink and takes a sip; the burn of alcohol is relaxing and she can feel her shoulder slim abit. "You ain't gotta worry about any of that. When you're with me, the only thing that dick needs to do is cum for me." She can feel herself, hardening in her leggins; if she stood up, the monstrous bulge would be painfully obvious. Part of her wanted to stand up, just to show it off.

"Someone wants to be a movie star," Lucy jokes, taking another long sip of her drink before getting up from her side of the table. She slides in next to Avery, their thighs pressing next to each other. They're intimately close now and Lucy leans in to kiss and nibble at Avery's ear playfully. "Guess you getting stuffed by a hung bitch like me sells, huh? Or do you just want everyone to watch you get fucked?" She whispers, keeping her voice just low enough to not attract attention. Her hand slides under the table and into Avery's skirt, looking for the tell-tale bulge. Her fingertips run across the girl's cock, jet-black nails pressing the tip.

"You want everyone to watch you to get used like a toy. We'll get a collar for you when we do it. Little tag saying 'For Lucy's Use'. Would you like that, pet?"
 
Avery bit her lip as Lucy's fingers touched her minuscule girlcock, fighting back the urge to get under the table and start sucking off Lucy again. "I... I want my viewers to see my buttpussy get bred by your big dick. And... watch as your big balls pump my intestines full of your cum. I... I want you to collar me... m-mistress." Avery could hardly believe it. All these things Lucy was saying to her were a dream come true, and more. With a little bit of coaxing, she could probably get all sorts of domination out of the woman, to fulfill all her wildest desires. She had to get Lucy all to herself though. Avery was selfish, and didn't want to be hurt by this obvious player.

"Uh... I do have one stipulation of my own." Avery said, "If you want me, whom will do just about any depraved thing that you might ask of me to get yourself off... I have to be the only one. I need to know that our relationship is monogamous. I... I don't like to share, and I think you're a godsend but... it'll break my heart if I knew you were having sex with other people. So in return for being the perfect little subby pet... you have to swear that I'll be your one and only. Or I'm walking now."
 
Lucy sees the sexual intension in Avery and keeps egging her on. Leaning in to lick and breath into her ear, kisses alongside her chin and neck. Occasionally, she looks over to see if they're drawing any attention. Most of the guests are absorbed in their own food or conversations. What a sight it would be for them to turn around for a few seconds and find Lucy bearing down on this much smaller girl. Her fingers rub the tip of her girlcock, pressing the pad of her thumb against the head. "Collar you, I will, mi princesa." To punctuate her statement, she sucks and bites on the collarbone of Avery's neck, making sure to leave some hickeys, badges of her conquest.

The woman raises her eyebrows at Avery's demand; for someone as timid as her, it was a surprising show of firmness, even in that soft voice. It's not an unreasonable request. Lucy was known to have her fingers in every pot she could, a list of booty calls miles long. Best to settle this now. She makes a show of considering, humming to herself. ".......Fine. You'll be my one and only. But.....," Lucy cups Avery's chin, looking her in the eyes with a gaze of pure lust. "Know what that means. You'll be my perfect cock-sleeve. Anytime my nuts are full, I expect you to drain them. If I want to creampie that pussy, I expect you to beg for it. You can do all the camshows, take all the requests you want, no skin off my back. But, you will always be mine. Are we clear, pet?"
 
"Deal," Avery said, grinning widely at her, "You'll never have to go a night without draining yourself. I'm always horny, so... just anytime you need to use me, I'll be ready." She leaned in to Lucy's ear and whispered, "Even in public. Just don't get me arrested."

The waitress came around again to take their food orders, and tried her best to hide the fact that she was watching them with great interest. "I'll have the cheese lasagna. No salad." Avery said. Once the waitress took their orders, she left to watch them from the kitchen again.

"I had to take a train to get into town. If... it you want to come over to my place, I had an idea." She said softly, "I... I sit on your lap, on the train. And you hide your cock in my butt."
 
When the waitress arrived, Lucy put on her best smile, handing over her menu. "I'll take shrimp pasta, please," Lucy said sweetly, keeping the waitress oblivious to her hand under the table, working at Avery's cock. There was a temptation to pull Avery into the bathroom and fuck here there, but patience was it's own reward. Lucy goes to caress Avery's thighs instead, enjoy the pillowy softness of them.

Lucy looks almost shocked at Avery's suggestion; not out of any judgement, but in hpw delightfully sinful of an idea. Her cock is rock-hard in her leggings now and she can feel a bead pre-cum dewing at the tip. She bites her lip and leans in to kiss Avery again, this time, with more passion and tongue. "That sounds fantastic, pet. There'll be nothing to stop me coming inside of you, you know. Nasty girl getting bred on a train full of strangers. Cum running down your leg."

She grabs Avery's hand and leads to her crotch, letting her feel the monstrous girlcock that throbbed with need. "You feel that, right? That's how much I wanna empty these balls inside you." Lucy looks out the corner of her and sees the waitress staring at them from the kitchen door's window. She winks and returns to Avery, licking her ear.
 
“That’s the idea.” Avery said with a grin, “You fill me up, then I put my plug back in until we get to my house. You know, the train is plenty bouncy on its own. We wouldn’t even really have to move that much. The train will do most of it for us.” She gasped when her hand was grabbed, though when Lucy’s target was found, she grinned widely. Her hand clasped around the length Andy she’s began to stroke Lucy’s rod through her leggings, not caring if the waitress was watching.

“I have a feeling that we’re going to be up all night,” Avery said, “Good thing I can go to ‘work’ whenever I please.” Avery’s face shrunk a little, as she suddenly realized something. How was she going to explain Lucy to her family. None of them knew she was trans, and furthermore, none of them knew she was a fan of dick. That was a bridge to cross when they got there. Her family was somewhat disconnected, as they lived upstate, and didn’t come to visit her often. And when they did, it was usually for lunch, never at her apartment.
 
"That sounds like no fuckin' fun, babe," Lucy replies, biting her lip as Avery works at her cock. "Rather do the bumping myself." It only grew harder and she knew it would be near impossible to hide as she stood up; the idea of everyone seeing how hard she was for Avery was a small pleasure in of itself. She kisses at Avery's neck, trailing along her collar bone, teasing the fair skin. She leaves hickeys in whichever spot she can find, a chain of markings. Her hand works at the subby's cock, hands moving deftly. The tips of Lucy's fingers jerk her off, the thumb rubbing against her head. Occasionally, she starts to stoke her faster, as if she wants her to cum right there and then under the table, but she stops just short. Leaves it throbbing needily in her grip, cruelly teasing it.

"I should make you cum right here," Lucy whispers in her ear, breath hot on her ear. The woman kisses and nibbles at her ear, voice breathy and husky. "But that ain't no fun. Rather get you all worked up." Her smile is smug and wicked, a teasing glint in her eyes. It's more enjoyable to leave Avery horny and needy while Lucy enjoyed her food, but she notices something that catches her attention; a flash of displeasure. Lucy vaguely wonders if she had somehow hurt the young woman. She stops for a few seconds and looks at Avery, a small frown of worry on her features.

"Babe, you okay? I know we're gettin' hot and heavy, but you look a bit flustered," Lucy asks, pulling away and slowing her ministrations with Avery's parts, though she didn't stop the idle teasing of her head. While she knew part of her job as a domme was to feed all of Avery's fantasies, she also needed to be a rock for the younger trans woman. Give her the support and experience she lacked in her transition and the space to confide in.
 
Avery let out a sigh. She was in fantasy land too long, and now it had to come back down to Earth. The reality of her situation was more grave than she’d like it to be. “I’m not exactly... out.” She said softly, “At least... with my family and friends. My voice is the hardest part. I practiced my... my female voice for so long, it’s just my real voice now. So I have to struggle to talk like a ‘man’ around my family.” She did air quotes around the word man. “And I can’t wear anything that makes me comfortable, other than a pair of panties. I half to stick to loose fit jeans and... and baggy t-shirts. They always knew I had like a... a birth defect or something that caused me to produce more estrogen than normal, and less testosterone. But they figured I’d get fed up with looking like a girl naked that I’d go to the doctor’s and get hormone blockers.”

Avery sighed again, “Thats halfway true, but I want to block testosterone not estrogen.” She chuckled a bit, sighing once more, “There’s only one person from my home life that knows, and that’s because she’s really smart. My friend Emily is actually going to school to my a psychiatrist, and she’s picked up on my gender dysphoria really quick, and asked me about it in private. It’s... it’s hard, because I don’t know what my parents will say. Not just to the fact that I make porn for a decent living, but the fact that I do it as a ‘trap’, and a trans woman.”

“Lucy... I... I know it got a little real so... maybe can we hold off on the sex a bit? At least until we get home? I’m... I’m kinda not in the mood anymore.”
 
Avery's story is a story Lucy's heard and it never gets less hard to hear. She pulls her hand away and listens to Avery, leaning back in her chair. She's not entirely sure what the solution would be here; it seemed like Avery wanted nothing less than to live the way she wanted. It was obvious having to hide this part of her was eating her apart on the inside. It was a feeling Lucy knew all too well and she does a poor job of hiding the annoyance and anger on her face that someone else had to go through something like what she did.

"I get it. Can't pretend I know exactly what you're feeling, but I been there," Lucy starts, staring at her drink, idly swirling the slowly melting ice in the glass. "I was a lot bigger than I am now, before hormones Played sports, made papa proud, but I hated it. Not the sports, just...hated being a man. Doing it for him. I spent years working up the courage to tell him and when I did...well...." She pauses and takes a deep breath before continuing. "He got a bit....rough, if you catch my drift. Left the week I graduated and moved here.......," Lucy says before stopping; there was more, but she didn't feel comfortable talking about it. Not yet.

"Anyways, listen, don't worry 'bout the fucking," Lucy says with a light chuckle, taking Avery's hand. She brings it to her lips and kisses it softly. "All the time in the world for that. Hell, we could just chill, you know. Curl up and watch some stupid bullshit on Netflix. I'm on the second season of Riverdale and it's getting so wild." Lucy smiles and holds onto her hand as the waitress arrives with their food. She looks at them in confusion, the two having shifted from horny rabbits to a melancholy couple, before leaving them in peace..

"Fuckin' is nice, but I enjoy your company, too.," Lucy says as she digs in. "Ya got a cute laugh."
 
"Thank you, Lucy." Avery said, resting her head on the taller woman's shoulder and hugging her a bit, "I appreciate that you know when to treat me like a human and when to treat me like a toy. But I... I want to have sex. Later tonight, but I do want to." She smiled when the waitress came around with the food, releasing Lucy of her grip. "I think I already said it but.... well, I've never had anyone else put something in my rear. So I'm excited for the experience. Just... my train of thought went from hoping you'd be long term, then remembering I'd have to introduce you to my family at some point, then I'd have to explain how we met, and well... I'm not keen on lying to my Mom and Pop. I was raised to not lie, at least to them. It bites into my soul to participate in a lie by omission that I'm dysphoric. I know.... I know that they'll probably accept me and even help my transition, but... well, I guess I never had the courage to find out for sure. I always worry about the possibility. They're pretty liberal, you know, pretty okay with the LGBT stuff but... I don't know what they'd say if they found out I'm not just B but T too."

She began to work on her food, scooting over a bit to give Lucy a bit of space. "Maybe you could help me come out to them. Eventually. Eventually. I want to make sure that I have a game plan. My mom is a lawyer and my dad is a math professor, so they're the kind of people that like to have a plan of action. If I come out, and they do accept me, they'll want to start trying to force me into one of their plans, if I don't have my own. So... you know. Sorry to uh... just start including you in things. I'm getting ahead of myself. I think we should focus on our own relationship before I worry about this crap."
 
Lucy pretends to be fake shocked when Avery thanks her, putting a hand to her mouth as if she heard something absolutely scandalous. "Why, I would never! I'm a pervert, not a damn monster. Sometimes your girl needs to get fucked. Sometimes she needs a hug and an open ear," Lucy replies with a chuckle as she chews on a stray piece of shrimp, her eyebrows raised in approval. The food was actually pretty good, despite Lucy's reservations. She was usually really picky about her food, being a chef herself, but she wasn't above admitting when she was wrong.

"Oh, is that it? You want me to meet Mom and Dad, now?" Lucy leans back and wiggles her eyebrows playfully, poking Avery in the shoulder. "I see how it is. Seduced me in a bathroom and now you're trying to wife me up." Despite her teasing, Lucy had zero qualms with the speed in which this was going. While Lucy was known for being a player, it wasn't due to a fear of commitment. She simply never really saw or met anyone she felt like committing to. Most of her relationships were flings and one night stands that ended amicably. The occasional bad break up, but sometimes you just couldn't help that.

"I don't mind it. I'm an easy girl to please. You're hot, I'm hot. We get along and you make me laugh. That's all I need to want you," Lucy replies as she slurps another noodle, albeit rather loudly, prompting an offended stare from a couple nearby. She smiles sheepishly, waving at them before they turn away. The woman remembers just how hungry she was and soon she's cleaned most of the plate, barely stopping to take a break. Though the HRT has slimmed her down, not nearly as bulky as she used to be, she's still a large woman and still needs to a proportionally large meal. "We can take it as fast as you want or slow as you want, innuendo fully intended." Lucy grins cheekily, wiping her mouth as she finishes the rest of the meal.
 
"I love your confidence, Lucy." Avery said with a sloght swoon. "You aren't just sexy and oblivious to it, you know you are, and you're proud of it. Meanwhile, I need my new girlfriend and a dozen thousand regulars on my camshow to tell me I don't look like a dude to even get me thinking that way. I mean, I don't need a stand full of horny dudes to tell me my ass is fantastic, but you can only get so much confidence from one single part of you."

Avery didn't really eat much, before she felt full. Or at least until she felt like eating more eoulf cause her to gain weight. She had a little bit of fat on her, but she still had her figure. If she lost that, she couod easily lose her revunue stream. Once they were finished, the waitress brought the check around.

"Oh yeah," Avery said wity a grin, "My apartment has this sort of awkward 'no condom' policy, so I guess you'll just have to fuck me raw and give me a fat creampie."
 
Lucy finishes her food and pushes the plate away, hiding a small burp behind her hand. "Well, that's what I'm here to help with," Lucy replies with a gentle smile, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "Besides, you got a lot going for you besides our ass, fantastic as it is. You've got the cutest fuckin' freckles." To puncuate her point, she pokes playfully at Avery's face, as if drawing imaginary lines between each freckle.

As the waitress comes to collect their checks, Lucy decides to foot the bill and leave a hefty tip; considering all that the waitress had to see between the two of them, Lucy figures she's proved herself worthy of a big payday. Lucy turns to Avery at her comment, grinning slyly. "Sounds like my kind of policy. Though, I don't just hand out creampies for free," Lucy says, leaning in to whisper in Avery's ear. "You're gonna have to be a good girl and earn it if you want me to fill that pussy up." Lucy slides out of the booth and rolls her shoulders, getting a good stretch. The bulge of her half-hard cock obvious in her leggings. One couple stops mid-conversation at the length, imposing even in half it's form. Lucy smiles and waves, giving the wife in the couple a wink.

"Well, let's get moving, yeah?" Lucy says as she turns to Avery. "The night is young and you got a long night ahead of you, girl."
 
Avery giggled when her freckles were poked. "Well, that is what I'm going for. Some people like super dominant, buff as fuck, big-dicked, top trans ladies. And some like cutie bottom traps with smooth, squishy butts. I just happen to be going for the latter." She beamed widely. Avery had some body issues, but she knew she was at least passable. For someone not even on hormone meds, she thought that was pretty good.

Once they left the restaurant, Avery took Lucy's hand to lead her to her train station. "You know, you could've at least let me split the bill with you." She said, knowing full well that Lucy was exactly the type to not let that happen, or at least she had a pretty good feeling about that. Avery had an idea to get her back though. Once they got to the station, Avery ran straight to the automatic ticket machines and purchased one for each of them, sticking her tongue out at Lucy when she came back to hand her the ticket.

"I was thinking," She said as they found two seats, "As my new top... not only will you be offered the chance to guest star on my show... but I was thinking of giving you like... everything for free. My nudie album, my porn snap, ad-free viewing... hmmm..." She grinned, "You're gonna get sent a lot of nudes by the way. You might not think it, but I love taking pictures of myself."
 
"Hey, call me, old-fashioned," Lucy replies as she holds open the door for Avery. The walk to the train station was a short one, enough that they could chatter idly and Lucy could admire Avery's features. Occasionally, she'd get ahead of Lucy and the trans woman would take a moment to appreciate the sway of her wide hips, the bubble butt that's barely obscured by the flow of her dress. Lucy bites her lip, thanking what few gods she gave the time of day for blessing her for this little hottie. Lucy could use a break from all the sloppy hook ups and one night stand; there's no harm in a steady thing, especially when it's some who is equal parts naughty and as earnest as Avery.

Lucy sticks her tongue back out at Avery, fighting back a stupid giggle. Sexy as she was, there's a petulant energy to Avery that she finds amusing, hiding that as subby as she was, she was also more than capable of dishing some sass out. She likes a little fire in her partners.

As they load onto the train and take two empty seats, Lucy looks around, surprised to see the car was practically empty save for an old man sleeping in a corner seat the top of the car. "So, I'm a fuckin VIP now, huh? I'm gonna have to return the favor at some point." Lucy puts an chiseled arm around Lucy, almost possessively, holding her against her body. Part of it was indeed that, the other being that Lucy was a naturally affectionate person, preferring to shower her partners in love and physical contact. "All this teasing, though? Getting me all heated up, mi princesa." She wonders if Avery really knows what she's in for; all of the teasing has her arousal on over drive.

"You really trying to get me to stuff you good and fucking proper, tonite hm?"

She watches the led sign above them as it rattles off each stop, eagerly awaiting for Avery to signal when's their stop. She's barely able to contain herself; thoughts of bending her over and fucking her in the middle of this train car grow more appealing by the second.
 
"Was that not the plan?" Avery teased, putting her hand on Lucy's thigh. She gave the thigh a playful squeeze before sitting up. "We're almost to my stop."

After another somewhat long walk, Avery finally led Lucy to a fairly nice looking apartment building. It was 10 stories, and in a nice neighborhood. It had a modern design to it, displaying that it was fairly new as well. Avery took Lucy's hand and led her to the elevator, bringing her up to the sixth floor, then a good ways down the hall to her place, room 625. She unlocked it quickly and led Lucy inside.

It was a two story apartment, with a studio-like living room/kitchen area with a spiral staircase up to a balcony that had two doors. The downstairs was not indicative of Avery's porn career, with a good deal of nerd culture paraphernalia around, as well as a number of gaming consoles on her entertainment system. "Come on. Let me show you where the magic happens. Then..." She just grinned.

Up the stairs, Avery opened the first door to reveal a fairly plain bedroom with a large window looking out over town. There was a small TV, an open closet full of outfits, a couple wardrobes and drawers also full of clothing. "This is where I sleep. I got a two bedroom apartment because I could convert the second room into my recording studio."

She led Lucy then into the second room, which was another bedroom, complete with a queen sized bed in the center, with a very expensive-looking PC setup against the wall at its foot. She had three monitors, at least four different cameras on tripods, a nice webcam, several bottles of lube, and a few glass cups on and around her desk. There was a large book case against the opposite wall, with literally hundreds of dildos and other sex toys on its shelves, all of different shapes and sizes. Beside that, she had a pile of packages, all addressed to her PO box. The room itself was lit like a strip club, with a neon pink light serving as the room's main light source. It also smelled like sex, sweat, and air freshener in that room.

"I had to move here from my old place because some creepy guy used the window I had in the background of my old studio to figure out where I lived. That's what I get for recording where I actually sleep. Now I record here, where there are no windows. Now... since you're my guest... which room do you want to fuck in first?"
 
They arrive at Avery's apartment and Lucy is beyond impressed. She heard there was really good money in cam work, but she never expected it to pay this well. It's a two-story apartment; it wasn't necessarily super chic, but it was definitely a better sight than Lucy's comparatively modest studio apartment in a not so fantastic neighborhhood. Following behind her, Lucy couldn't help but chuckle at the various nerdy paraphenalia. As much as Lucy didn't actively talk about, she was likely just as nerdy. Her sight falls upon the numerous gaming consoles and her eyes light up, like a child in a candy store. "Oho! This is the real fruits of your labor, huh?" Lucy says as she squats down, looking through the library of games. "Good taste. Took you for more an Elder Scrolls bitch than a Final Fantasy, but hey."

Avery speaks up and leads them into her '"recording studio"; the trans woman's interest is peaked at the idea that she had a whole room specifically for doing videos. They walked up the spiral staircase and this room had a totally different energy. It has the lingering scent of sex, heady and thick. Lucy sniffs and smiles widely; it's a smell she's entirely used to at this point. She can pick up notes of air fresher and she chuckles in response; there was nothing more relatable than emptying a whole can of spray into a room to hide the smell of anal. Behind them, a wall of dildos that seemed more like a musuem than a collection. There's various cameras around the room and a gigantic bed in the middle.

"Well, ain't you a fuckin star. I feel like I should be askin' for your autograph," Lucy jokes, peering at a particularly veiny and large dildo, jet black. It was fairly obvious Avery liked her dicks big and veiny, a butt-slut to the end.

Lucy quirks an eyebrow at Avery's question, a predatory grin spreading across her features. Leaving the dildo collection be, Lucy shrugs off her coat, throwing it to the side. She flops down onto the bed and looks at Avery through half-lidded eyes. Her legs are spread, the monstrous outline of her cock obvious, snaking down her thigh. The hem of her crop top rides up, exposing the flat and toned stomach, the swell of her sizeable breasts tending the shirt. "Why not here? We gonna be makin' a film here eventually. Let's call this a rehearsal." Her voice has dropped back into a sultry purr, the words spilling off her tongue.

"Since you've been such a good girl since we left the restaurant," Lucy begins, licking her glossed lips. "You deserve a treat. Come to mami and take out your present. Now." Her finger makes a slow 'come hither' motion.
 
"Fine by me," Avery shrugged, getting on the bed to begin working Lucy. With her tongue out of her lips in concentration, she tugged Lucy's bottoms down to her ankles, and then just took her shoes and bottom off, tossing them to the side. "Won't be needing these anymore, tonight." She got off the bed and went over to a chest of drawers, where a large selection of lubes sat atop. With a finger on her chin, she browsed the selection.

"Hmm..." She mumbled, "Cum lube? No... that's for squirting dildos... can't just have regular lube. Flavored? But what flavor? Aha!" She selected a pink bottle with strawberries on it and brought it over. Quickly, she got naked, throwing her clothes on top of Lucy's. Then with a smirk, she finally removed her buttplug, turning around to set it on her desk. She spread her cheeks open so Lucy could have her first good look at the hole she was promised. It was very tight, but quite elastic. Avery had been careful not to totally ruin her hole, and was very lucky that her genetics had left her the perfect recipient of anal sex. A nice, sensitive prostate, and a passage fit for massaging cocks.

Avery got back on the bed and opened the bottle of lube, squirting a good amount onto Lucy's massive cock. It smelled of strawberries, and was a translucent pink color. With a deft hand, Avery began to quickly work the shaft so that it had an even coat of lube, a well practiced maneuver. "I can't wait to start filming content with you. It'll be so popular! Obviously there'll be kickback to you if you want it. You know, a lot of my fans have been clamoring for me to get fucked on camera, but I have such a high standard of quality that I couldn't just go to some person's house and get dicked down. And I didn't just want to invite just anyone here. You can only get so far with dildos without the believability of POV vids getting kinda... meh. I've done plenty but it's hard for my fans to identify with a silicone cock." The entire time she spoke, she stroked Lucy's cock with both her hands, working the lube into her. "I can't wait to get fucked."
 
Lucy is surprised by the sheer excitement of Avery, letting out a small laugh as she practically rips Lucy's clothes off, tossing them haphazardly to the side. Her lower body is totally exposed, the thick length of her cock, laying lazily on her thigh. She watches Avery prep with an amused stare, as she inspects her arsenal; there's a lewd eappl in the way her rather demure appearance is in direct conflict with her lust. The small transgirl has a dearth of experience when it comes to anal and it shows.

"Strawberry's not bad. Though, might go to waste, since I'm planning to spend a lot of time in that pussy," Lucy replies, maintaning eye contact as Avery drops to her knees, lubing up her cock thoroughly. The woman lets out a sharp hiss followed by a long moan as she feels small hands work her cock expertly, smearing the rod with the scented lube, her nose filling with the mellow scent of strawberries. In Avery's hands, Lucy's cock slowly hardens; it shifts from sizeable, but mostly flaccid, into a stiff and throbbing monster. Veins throb intimidatingly and the wide blunt head begins to leak sticky pre-cum.

"Baby, I'm listening, but fuck," Lucy groans out, her cock jumping when Avery's fingers brush across her sensitive head. "Hard to think when you're working magic down there. Don't worry though. You're getting plenty fucked, tonight." Her hand reaches up thread her fingers through Avery's hair, gripping it lightly. Her other hand grips the base of her cock and pulls it from Avery's hands. Lucy grins as she slaps the length against the smaller girl's cheek, smearing it with the pink lube. The wet and heavy smack of her cock ring out in the room, a satisfying rhythm. The domme slips into her role easily, her dark eyes narrowing at the much smaller girl.

"You forgot your manners, though, pet. A good girl learns how to ask properly. What do you want?" Her eyes look down at Avery with an intense lust, rubbing the length of girlcock across er face.
 
Avery wiped the lube that had been slapped onto her face and sat up. At first she was confused, but then her mouth curved into a slight smile "I keep forgetting that your dick is like... actually attached to a person. I'm used to being able to get whatever I want right away, since the dicks I take are usually made of silicone and can't complain either way." Grinning wider, she moved on the bed to be next to Lucy, getting on all fours. She then lowered her chest and her arms so that her butt was hiked high in the air while she was submissively bent over in such a lewd and inviting position. In truth, Avery didn't know exactly how to carry this forward all that well. As she said, she was used to her plastic and silicone cocks and just penetrating herself in any position that was requested or was comfortable for her. Sure she had watched plenty of porn, but that was no substitute for actual experience.

Which meant that she needed a little training in the art of actual sex. "Please fuck me, Mistress. My hole is practically begging for your cock."
 
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