The Devirginization of Alhena Adams

I sat on the stoop outside my apartment waiting for his car to pull up.  I was dressed in my little sister's pink shorts and a white tanktop tied into a knot in front.  My hair was just below my ears, and what I could get into pigtails was in them.

I was so nervous.  It was my first time with a man.

He pulled up in his Bronco.  He was a big boy.

I guided him around the building to the vacant apartment below my own I had scouted out the night before.

This was the place where I would get my anal cherry popped.

We went in the glass sliding door and
i let him the bathroom and closed the door behind us and turned on the light such that nobody looking in the windows would see light leaking into the apartment. 

I turned around and bent over at the waist keeping my knees straight and lower the shorts down sensually, letting the wedgie get caught between my ass cheeks until it snapped out with a pop.

I stood up and turned around to smile at him and gauge his reaction to my little show thus far betweem slinking down to my knees and crawling towards his throbbing bulge on all fours and put my teeth on it over his pants and give it a little nibble. 

It stayed on knees and rubbed his hardon through his pants before undoing his belt from the front like I had been doing it all my life.

I pulled down his pants and boxers and was presented with what is to this day the thickest dick I've ever seen in person.

The first skin of mine to touch his manhood was my lips planting a sweet pop kiss on the very tip of his dick.

I had just kissed a dick for the first time.

I had an intuitive feel for cock worship, and my second kiss was more of a make out, taking the first 3/4 of his raging cockhead between my just moistened lips and spread the tiny hole of his penis with my tounge.

It was on.  I was hooked. 

I was born to worship cock and in that moment i knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt. 

I wrapped a hand around his cock and began stroking him while doing my now signature cock sucking move where I start with my head cocked the left and rotate it to be cocked to the right while i go down as I rotate my hand in the opposite direction, aand reverse the process on the upstroke.

He came a thick, globby load that got stuck midway down my esophagus but cleared my spit lubed throat like it was a slip and slide.  I tried to swallow down spit to get unstuck but it would't budge.

His dick wouldn't go down either.  I looked up at him while still stroking it and asked him if wanted to fuck me now.

He nodded and I hopped up on the bathroom counter in my now signature fucktoy position with my ankles locked behind my head and rubbed spit on my hole while he slipped a condom on.

He lined his fat cock up with the lips of my hole and started shoving it in.

I had practiced with the sawed off rubber coated handle of a shovel that was twice as long and slightly less thick than he was, so aside from his girth I know I could take it.

He stretch my hole as he worked his cock into me until I felt his balls resting on my ass and I reached a hand down around the side of my legs and cup his balls in such a way that he got a sensual, gentle tug when he pulled out.

I wanted it balls deep as long as possible.  He blew his load into the condom still inside me and when he pulled it out my ass sucked the condom right off his cock and i had to pull it out of me and admired the fat load that was resting at the bottom of it before flushing it down the toilet.

He was already pulling his pants up by the time I turned around.

He bolted, leaving his cum in my throat, the ghost of his cock in my ass, and myself: deflowered.

The Rise of Alhena Adams

But I never lost the entreprenurial spirit.  Only my motivations changed.  I no longer wanted to attain super wealth in order to buy and sell my ancient enemies.  I had unlocked the mercy and empathy thay had always existed deep within me.  I suffered, I starved, I prostituted.  It connected me to the human history of meekness.  I began dreaming of helping those who suffered as I was suffering, knowing my salvation was right around the corner.

The rest you can guess.  My venture capital company for social good, TCombinator, is moving at 700 miles per hour.  My conservative estimates puts us over a million within a year.  12 cofounders have joined my team, all gifted people.  We are the company to watch in the world.

So why am I transgender?  I just am.   It does not define me.  It is an asterisk on who I am.  A happens to be.  More important are my actions and my motive, both of which were made noble via my transition.  I became an agent of light in the world when I let the light in, and it took embracing my true inner self to make that possible.

The Birth of Alhena Adams

For the first time in my existence, my motive was life instead of revenge.  I'd found the missing piece of my soul.  When my mother found out, she made my father choose between her and my 13 year younger sister on me.  Either I went or she went.  I got kicked out and they stopped paying for my schooling.  If I wanted to walk the path of a woman, it would be alone.  But there was no turning back.  I lost my software job when my appearance became to feminine for the comfort of my employers having me in a client facing consulting position.  I turned to porn. 

The Salvation of Alhena Adams

He is smart too.  I'd call him jenny or stephanie and talk over him.  By varying the amounts of money I requested with each call, I was able to convey my address and the situation.  He called the cops and I was saved, but all my ribs were broken, and my face was unrecognizable.  I couldn't continue my work there.  My confidence was shaken.  I landed in Virginia within hours and laid in bed for 3 months healing.  When I emerged, the evil was magnified.  I had been robbed, and would get what I had back at any cost.  My mother was finally proud of my masculine attitude.  I told my father about the huge dragon like shadow my soul casted behind me.  He talked me down.  He reasoned with me.  He taught me to be good again.  But without the evil, I was powerless.  It was during this time dealing with having lost my source of power that I discovered /b/ and their love for bailey jay before she ever did porn.  Something clicked.  I realized not only could I pull it off, but the very thought of doing so made me feel something I had never felt before: happiness. 

The Trial of Alhena Adams

I had gotten my foot in the door to the party scene working for an established promoter and quickly became the face of the company.  I was attractive, intelligent, confident, and fearless.  I had destiny on my side.  Things got big fast.  People thought my boss was my lackey.  We began to outcompete the other companies.  I`m the reason why the dolphins had a 1 win season.  Their wide reciever core were too busy partying with the models and bottles my talent and promotions companies provided.  We were the hot ticket.  We pissed people off.  I took a body gaurd.  Things continued to skyrocket.  I began shopping a movie starring me called Hotel Aura: The Making of a Conglomerate.  I told my boss I was through working for him.  I was on my own now, willing only to work with him if he came under my umbrella.  He didn't like that.  That night, he and my bodygaurd attacked me.  They beat me mercilessly, tied me up, cut me with razor blades, and extorted me for money.  I had 24 hours to come up with 10 grand from my contacts or I was dead.  They discussed how to dispose of me.  They gave me a phone and listened to my conversations like a hawk.  But I was a smart girl.  Every other call was to my father. 

The Temptation of Alhena Adams

I got sad.  And evil entered my heart.  As I came of age, I turned to conquest to assuage the misunderstood anguish in my heart.  I let the devil in deep inside to make me strong enough to ignore my feelings.  I was hell bound to extract my revenge on my tormentors by gaining the power to buy and sell them like pawns.  I had no empathy for anyone.  The poor and starving?  Too bad for them.  I relished in the suffering of innocent strangers who had done nothing to me.  My utter lack of mercy became my source of power.  I joined the rat race that men play where success and a trophy life and wife were the primary measure of greatness.  I would have risen to be a dark king of the world.  My parents moved to another state, leaving me alone to lead my life by my own terrible devices.  I was finding great success in every endeavor I undertook.  I began a talent agency to tap the beatiful people who came to depend on my night club promotions company as their golden ticket to the creme de la creme party scene in south beach florida.

The Genesis of Alhena Adams

My first memory is watching my teen female cousins apply makeup to their little sister who was my age.  I felt left out when they didn't do me next.  My first dream that I remember was of myself grown up as a woman.  I was naked getting into the tub, and I had no genitalia, no penis or vagina, just flat like a barbie doll.  I didn't find out boys and girls had different equipment down there for another 8 years.  In kindergarten that cousin came to live with us and I would steal her girlie school items: stickers, heart shaped erasers, pencils with pretty designs, etc.  She snitched on me and I told my first lie.  My mother was distant and avoidant, but when she did parent, it was to beat me when I behaved in a feminine way.  A boy pushed me off the slide and I started crying.  She spanked me for letting him.  Throughout my life she shamed me for my instinctual behavior and when I was old enough she indoctrinated me with a single pervasive thought: better dead than gay.  I was always daddies little girl.  In the transition from age 12 to 13, all of a sudden it became wrong to sit on his lap and bask in the tenderness only he provided in my life.  I was cognitively aware I had a boy's body, but I felt extreme anxiety for reasons I couldn't understand.  School had been and had continued to be excrutiating.  I was a sissy, and everyone saw it and used it against me way before I accepted it.  I didn't know what was wrong with me...

The Story Of My First Hardcore With Lucky

Lucky and I met working the front line together at mcdonalds.  Yup, there was a brief period of time wherein richmondites could buy their mcdoubles from a transgender pornstar.  It was my 2nd day. 

My nametag said Allie, short for Allison Eponine Mobley, my real name.  I had been living full time for a year.  It was a great test of passability seeing so many faces everyday.  

He invited me to drink together sometime.  I accepted.  When we got off work, I offered him a ride home.  During the ride I told him I was a pornstar and that shemaleyum was looking for a guy to shoot with me.

He volunteered.

We ended up fucking in the upstairs bathroom at his parents house within 10 minutes of clocking out.

We had the water running and didn't hear his grandparents get home.

But they heard us.

His grandfather pushed open thr door and demanded to see my face.
Lucky for lucky, I pass just as well dripping wet as I do dry. 

He was just about to get it inside me too, after blowing his first load down my throat as I crouched between his legs, bathed in the shower water that cascaded down his body onto me. 

I got dressed and rushed out of the house to his grandfather's angry bark to come here young lady.

So the reason why it's my favorite is because it is 100 percent real from the moment his cock touched my lips.  It was like the camera was not even there.  You can hear me say things to that effect throughtout the scene.

"I missed this cock baby."  I did.
"Take it, it's yours." I meant it.  I liked him.
"Fuck it like it's the last time." I was worried it might be.

Luckily for lucky and I, it was far from it.

And having the memory of the first time we made love backed up on film and for display for the world is why my first hc with lucky is my favorite scene.