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The plastic surgeon known as Ernest Menville kept a secret that he held near and dear to his heart. He never let anyone in on his past, or how he grew up as a child. He had only let his fiancée in, Helen Sharp. The thing is, Ernest was not always a man. He was a girl growing up. He was trans, a self discovery that was shocking to him. He transitioned like it was nothing, completely masking the female anatomy below and getting constant surgeries alongside injecting testosterone into his body.
Well, there he is; staring at a mirror grabbing onto his skin as he sighed. He stares for a while, his hands running down his waists. Helen caught on not long after, looking up from the book she was writing.
“Hel… What gives it away? Be honest.” Ernest let out, his voice cracking. “What gives it away that I’m not a real man.”
Helen glanced at her financée, she raised an eyebrow almost immediately after that statement. She didn’t know what he meant at first. The confusion was prominent.
“What are you talking about, honey?” She asked, placing down the pen. She gets up from her seat now, walking towards the other. “You’re handsome, my love.” She places her hand on Ernest’s shoulder, rubbing softly as she tries to comfort him.
“I don’t know, Hel.. I just don’t feel comfortable in my body. I don’t feel like a real man…!” Ernest’s complaining was suddenly cut off by Helen;
“Ernie, I think you’re the most handsome, beautiful, attractive man ever. I don’t take you for what you think is your image internally, I take you because you’re the most handsome man that I have ever met.” Helen runs her hands softly down her lovers’ sides, squeezing and tugging at specific places on his body.
Helen first grabs at his chest, her fingers sliding to cup his pecs, they were underlined with a simple scar. “I think this makes you look really masculine,” Helen continues to run her hands down Ernest’s body, including her nails this time around. “Look at your abs, this is definitely man enough!” She continues, pressing her lips in the crook of the other's neck.
Ernest whines at the praise, a smile coming up on his face as he feels his body twitch from the sharpness of the authors’ nails. He opens his mouth, giving out a quiet moan in response.
“…You think so?” Ernest mumbles, a blush covering his face completely. He’s afraid to admit he’s embarrassed. Why would he think such a thing about himself? Even if he’s come so far in his transition.
“Oh I know so baby.” Her voice was a little hoarse — that was from all of the cigarettes she smoked when she was stressed. It was a terrible habit she was trying to get herself out of, and same went for Ernest’s crippling alcoholic addiction. — “You’re so beautiful. I’m lucky to have you as my soon-to-be husband.” Helen was sincere. Even through all her toughness and flaws, she still found ways around loving Ernest.
“My God Hel, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn't met you.” The words slip out truthfully. Ernest felt like he was the luckiest man on earth. He was blessed with his beautiful, gorgeous fianceé who always stood by him during his surgeries or his checkups or even helped him out during times when his dysphoria stopped him, affecting his thoughts for a short while.
“Ernie..” She glances at the mirror, seeing her hands continue to move up and down his body. “What if I said I liked what’s down below?” She reaches to the fly of his pants, slowly moving her fingers in a specific lewd motion.
Ernest gulps, the blood immediately rushing to different parts — his face blew red the most while his cunt ached slightly.
“Hel— I—” He was cut off by Helen, whose fingers were suddenly undoing the button of his pants. “Uhh…” He couldn’t find the right words to say.
“Yes, my dear?” Helen gets extremely close to her lovers’ ear, nibbling softly as she picks at the zipper. The zipper comes down, revealing a small, wet spot forming and his little dick poking at the cloth of his underwear.
“I…” He gulps, “Oh fuck me, just do it!” He whines, feeling Helen’s fingers inch closer by the second to his small erection. “You’re teasing me, I know it! You want me to admit that I want you!” He shouts, closing his eyes in embarrassment.
“Oh? I thought you’d never ask me to do so, Ernie baby…” Her voice deepened, the touching became more erratic as her pointer and her thumb softly pinched through the fabric at his clit.
Ernest opens his mouth in retaliation, only to be met with the attention at his aching erection. A moan slips out in return, as he would take a deep breath in. “Hel..” he finally lets out, his hand resting on top of hers now.
“Yes?” Helen continues to pinch and tug her fingers at the others clit, her tongue sticking out to lick his neck now. She preps a couple of small kisses from his jawline to his collarbone, the red lipstick softly smudging on his tan skin.
“Oh,” Ernest lets out, his body twitching at the sensations. “Helen..!” He let out, his hand grabbing at hers.
“Do you like that? Hm…?” Helen smiles, kissing Ernest’s neck again. “You like when mommy toys with your little cock?”
Ernest could feel everything go straight to his clit, attempting to move his hips forwards into the friction. He yelps, letting the words drive him insane.
“Why don’t we get a bit more comfortable?” The friction stops, hearing the plastic surgeon whine out in response.
“Fuck— okay, yes, sure.” Ernest rambles, letting go of the authors’ hand now. “Do you — Do you want me to take off my boxers?” He mumbles, seeing how Helen walks towards the bed.
“Sure, whatever. You got it, baby.” Helen says, awaiting the others' arrival.
Ernest strips off his boxers, exposing his body to the audience of one. He was trimmed down below, the most notable thing was his cute little erection. He hurried over to the bed, laying immediately after arriving.
Helen smiles at the plastic surgeon, seeing how he laid in bed quietly, waiting for the next instructions to come along. She ran her hands on his thighs, rubbing softly as she approached the erection again.
“Oh Helen… I need you now..!” Ernest whines louder, tugging as grasping at her white button-down shirt that she kept ironed from the wrinkles. “Please,” he gulps again, biting his tongue.
“Cmon, don’t be afraid to say it now!” Helen teased, her finger softly rubbing against the tip.
“Oh.. ugh,” Ernest groaned out in frustration; “Mommy please… I want you..!” His hips moved on autopilot, that was before the author stopped using her fingers.
“Fine, since my good boy asked and complied so well with me, I’ll give him what he wants.” Helen would get up from the bed, retrieving something from the closet.
She comes back not too long after, a long beautiful strap-on Ernest had picked out a while back while their relationship was still early on. Helen strips off her pants, then goes along her panties. She slips the harness on, her clit resting beautifully on a strap. She groans, getting on her knees in front of her lover.
“But, just please let mommy prep that amazing hole of yours…” The author would spread the surgeon's lips, getting a glimpse of how wet he was. The folds were swollen, just making it all perfect to see up close. She takes in the vision, lining up perfectly so her mouth can rest softly on the cock.
“Fuck…” Ernest groaned out, feeling how Helen’s breath fanned against the erection.
“Just breathe, baby. Okay?”
Ernest nods at the request.
Helen’s mouth connects immediately with Ernest’s clit, sucking lightly as she would hum. The surgeon's back arches with each individual hum, ripping the rawest and purest noises from him. The vibrations sent chills down his spine and a sensation that made his body jolt in reaction.
Her lipstick starts to stain even more meanwhile Ernest’s legs twitch vigorously under the touch of her tongue.
Helen continues of course, enjoying the noises Ernest was making in response to all the pleasure that was building up inside him. Her mouth suddenly disconnects, now using her tongue to lick stripes onto his folds and his tip.
Ernest pulls in a deep breath, glancing down to see the sight below. He’s met with the authors’ emerald eyes. He dares not to touch her head or interrupt her act. He keeps his hands close to his chest, just softly running his own hands around his body.
Her mouth suddenly connects again, softly sucking as she feels Ernest twitching and fluttering into her mouth.
Ernest could feel the familiar heat rising from below, a knot twisting in his stomach. His legs start to pull Helen in more, needing to have that sweet satisfaction of release.
“Oh, Fuck— Helen— I—” Words could barely describe the feeling Ernest had. He was about to come all in her mouth, and there was no denying it. “I’m gonna come!” He announced, he gritted his teeth, awaiting for that sweet little moment.
Suddenly, the pressure stopped. Helen wasn’t latched onto the erection anymore, she was a little farther away from his clit, but just enough space so her breath could fan on it.
Ernest mewls louder than ever, his mouth dropping into a silent moan.
“Hel… Can you please continue?” He frowns, the pleasure wasn’t as grand as when she had her mouth placed there instead.
“Ernie, you treated yourself badly earlier. You know that right?” Helen says, her tone sounded worrisome. As much as she’s enjoying the moment with Ernest, she just couldn’t help but still feel some anger for the way he treated himself.
“Yes, Hel.. I understand that…” He sighs, “I just can’t control my thoughts, y’know?” Ernest is still frowning, he wishes to change his ways sometimes.
“We need to talk after we do this, okay?” Helen gets up, leaning over him now so that she could come face to face with him. She presses a soft kiss against his lips, as the strap pokes against him. “I love you, baby..” She lets out, kissing his chin again as her other hand grabs at the dildo below.
“I love you too.. I’m sorry…” He truthfully lets out, his mind is still in all the other wrong and incorrect places. He’s not only focused on the lust and sexual part of this whole thing, he also feels the deep connection he and Helen are having. He loves the raw emotions, but he can’t express that when a strap is poking at his pussy.
Good lord, he can’t even think properly.
Helen holds his hand, just softly grasping it as the other one worked the dildo inside of him. Ernest shakes, not out of pleasure but out of fear and love. He loves Helen dearly, he wishes to be held and comforted by her all the time.
“Okay, are you ready? I’m gonna push in… just take a deep breath in, it’ll go in three… two.. one.” Helen's voice guided Ernest, even down to the final second. A soft push that went forward, fitted the phallic inside the other immediately. He was wet. He craved Helen, he wanted this.
Helen moves her hand, as both of her arms now wrap around Ernest’s chest. Ernest moans loudly in return, his mind becoming this whole big fuzz as his body follows after. His blood rushes as his body twitches everywhere.
“Oh.. Hmm, Helen…!” He desperately calls out for her, reaching his arms to swing them around her neck now. Their eyes connect — the emerald eyes that reminded Ernest of everything precious and valuable — beautifu, that’s what Helen was to him.
“Ernie… I love you so much… I’m so lucky to have you…” Helen groans, her clit desperately rubbing against one of the straps of the harness. Her juices spill slightly onto her thighs. “You’re so handsome, breathtaking — fuck, you’re the best. You’re so good for me.” Helen moves her hips in the typical motion, reaching up to kiss Ernest on his lips. The lipstick smudges again as they become sloppier while the thrusts do as well.
Their moans fill the air as the wetness of Ernest’s hole and the sound of the strap on become more prominent and louder. Helen is practically snapping her hips against Ernest, hearing the bed creak with each individual thrust.
Ernest starts to ramble out of embarrassment, licking at the lipstick on his mouth now. “I think I’m gonna come again…!” He lets out, his pussy fluttering completely on the phallic. “Oh please Hel, please come with me! I don’t wanna do this alone!” His head spins with pleasure, and his vision blurs with tears.
“Awh, baby…” Helen would move his hair slightly from his sweaty forehead, seeing how his body jolted with each thrust. “You’re doing so good…” She groans, feeling something build up inside of her.
“Fuckfuckfuck…” Ernest lets out under his breath, “Oh please I’m your good boy! I’m so good for you!” He started to thrust his hips on autopilot now, needing to chase his orgasm. His arms still managed to still be wrapped around her as his legs spread wider allowing Helen to thrust deeper. A couple of tears slipped down his face in happiness.
“Ernie, I think I’m gonna— Ugh!” Helen would hug the other, her hips moving faster as she was at the brink of an orgasm. The same of course could be said for Ernest.
Helen suddenly went in for another kiss, her hips stuttering to a sudden stop as she came. Ernest shouts out random curses, before being stopped by Helen. He clenched around the dildo, his fluids shooting out as he came as well.
They sat there for a moment, embracing one another. Their bodies pressed against each other started to radiate some heat that was comforting for both parties. They came down from both of their highs, panting and sweaty as they did.
“Oh you’re delicious, that was so sexy." Helen looks down, before slowly moving her hips back to remove the dildo. Ernest groans, his body giving up just from moving his body slightly. “Now, we need to talk about you being harsh and talking down on yourself.”
“What the hell? We just had sex and now you want to get all angsty!” Ernest chuckles afterwards, but he found the statement so unhappy but the timing was everything.
At the end of the day, he did love Helen for being so nice, caring and understanding.