A lovely revenge called Brigitte!

In the weeks following my affair with the exuberant Ivone (<unk>Stopping the hurts<unk>), I cultivated an uncontrollable desire to take revenge on Rebecca; it was not a revenge to harm her, but rather a way to show her that her presence was not missed and that the fact that she had exchanged me for Gustavo had not depressed me ..., but, for the sake of the truth, her absence hurt very much inside me.
I've been trying to figure out a way to make Rebecca jealous or even sorry for abandoning me, and no matter how much I thought nothing would happen, until one day I decided that the best thing to do in that direction would be to get involved with another transvestite who was younger and prettier than she was... somethin' a little less creative, but who would serve my purpose.
However, I did not know anyone who could help me ... until ... one day ...
A friend of my daughter called and asked if I knew of any vacancies for internships in my sector. I remembered that <unk>alegria<unk> of my employees, a very nice intern, had completed her internship and thus there was a vacancy. I told Leticia (friend of my daughter) that there was a vacancy; she was very happy and said that she would refer a friend ..., however, a sentence at the end of the dialogue left me puzzled; <unk>Look, uncle, it doesn't matter if Brigitte looks half ..., different, because even so she is very nice and also very competent<unk>.
"What did she mean by 'different'?" I thought. Anyway, I decided that the best thing to do was to wait...
The next morning I was surprised by the appearance of a most beautiful mermaid; it was a girl, with a slender and sinuous body, well-twisted legs, and an angelic face, illustrated by succulent lips and beautiful blond hair. She wore a skirt of high waist and very fair, which highlighted her prominent and perfect butt in the whole. She also wore a red blouse with handles that emphasized her generous, firm and rolling breasts, swinging as she walked with a delicate girdle, making it clear that they were free, light and loose inside the blouse.
She walked resolutely, with attitude, proving herself to be a girl with verve; she came close to my table and introduced herself: "Hi, uncle, I'm Brigitte ..., I think Leticia talked about me and about the internship vacancy! " That kindness was Brigitte! It took me a few seconds to regain control of the situation, because Brigitte was overwhelmingly beautiful and desirable.
I invited her to sit down for a little chat, and I found out that although she appeared to be between fifteen and sixteen years old, Brigitte was twenty-five years old (amazing!) and in her last year of college. As our conversation progressed through the professional environment, my mind wandered through the dark zone of a libido aroused by the beauty of that little girl with the air of a very sensual woman.
After some time, I introduced the rest of the team to her, and asked one of the co-workers to indicate her workplace and what her tasks were; Brigitte thanked me with a beautifully lit smile and accompanied my colleague to her work area. As she walked away, I was still thinking about the meaning of the adjective <unk>different<unk> used by Leticia in our telephone conversation ..., but something told me that I would soon discover its meaning.
At lunchtime, I invited Brigitte to go out with me, and she readily accepted. As we walked down the street, I could feel the gluttonous glances that passersby directed at my young companion, and for a moment, I felt proud to enjoy such a beautiful and attractive company. We went to a fine dining restaurant that I usually frequent, and once again, thousands of eyes flashed with spurious interest at my sweet young companion.
During lunch we talked amenities, nothing more compromising; Brigitte told me that she was looking for a job, but that for now the internship would serve her very well.
I also learned that Brigitte had come from out of state and lived alone in an apartment that had belonged to her father, since he and her mother were separated. As I listened to that youthful little voice tell a little of her meagre life experience, I kept imagining how delicious it would be to fuck her; even though she was thin, Brigitte was a sinuous girl and her anatomical attributes were, moreover, attractive and exciting, forcing any mortal to imagine her naked, full of desire, waiting for you.
When I asked her about her love life, her little green eyes became sad and lost their brightness, while at the same time she lowered her head; realizing that she had touched on a delicate subject, I apologized and said that she was not obliged to answer me.
- No, it's all right uncle <unk> she replied with a hoarse voice <unk> It's just that I've never had anyone, you know...
Brigitte did not go on, and I understood that this made her very uncomfortable; I disengaged, changing the subject and trying to make her feel a little more at ease. After lunch, we returned to the office and I left Brigitte distracted with her affairs. Towards the end of the afternoon, a buzzing in the corridor, and some comments from "coach", intrigued me. I went to the cup for a coffee and found a lively group making witty comments and laughing in vain.
I poured myself an espresso and stood there enjoying the group until, suddenly, they noticed my presence and became completely mute. I called Gabriel, one of my collaborators, and asked him what was going on. He hesitated and even tried to talk me out of it, but my incisive posture and my threatening tone eventually caused him to stick his tongue out.
- You know what it is, boss? - He started hesitantly. - It's that person you hired for the internship...
I intercepted Brigitte, what's wrong with her?
- Well... - he went on even more fearfully. - It's that she's him!
"What do you mean?" I exclaimed in perplexity.
"Brigitte's a pain in the ass".
For a few moments, I was stunned, confused and didn't know what to say; Brigitte was a <unk>trans<unk>? <unk>Impossible!<unk>, I thought ..., I tried to pull myself together and left the glass without saying a word. I spent the rest of the afternoon ruminating on that comment made by Gabriel while looking towards Brigitte's work desk. I couldn't believe that statement was true. At that exact moment, my phone vibrated ..., it was a message from Rebecca. It was actually a photo of her wearing an extremely sensual outfit that said: <unk>I still think of you!<unk>. Furious, I threw the camera on the table, not realizing that there was someone next to me.
"Our uncle!" said Brigitte with a smile on her lips. "What a beautiful woman! Is she your wife?"
- No <unk> I answered quietly <unk> But it's someone I loved ..., very ...
I'm sorry about that, can I help you in any way?
And suddenly, a flash exploded in my mind ... it seemed that fate was conspiring in my favor. I realized that this was an opportunity to clarify a question and, at the same time, to get a way to get revenge on Rebecca. I looked at Brigitte and made a face of a stray dog, asking if she wanted to be my confidant.
"Of course I want to, Uncle", she replied cheerfully.
So I invited her out for a cup of coffee.
Brigitte was thinking for a moment, and then she hit me, saying that her studies could wait. I finished some chores, then took Brigitte by the arm and we left the office together under the evil looks and cursing thoughts of everyone.
In my car, my date and I drove to a nearby mall and drove her to a coffee shop, where we ordered drinks and something to eat. Calmly, I told Brigitte about my involvement with Rebecca, only to eventually tell her that Rebecca was a "trans". Brigitte rolled her eyes when I told her this "detail"; for a few minutes, I thought she would explode in anger, assuming that I had discovered her "secret" and was using me to steal something from her.
However, her reaction was diametrically opposite: she smiled at me, while her eyes became dizzy, leaving me stunned and without action. It was darkly silent, tense and frightening minutes ..., until finally Brigitte decided to speak.
"But did you really love this girl?" she asked in a small voice.
"I love you", I replied with a sigh. "And I don't know if I still love you, but I want to and I must forget you".
"Even if she's different?" she asked again with a certain curiosity.
- Different! - I exclaimed - There is no such thing as "different" ..., she is a woman ..., feels and acts as such, and that's all that matters ..., that's all.
"I think you need to know something about me", she said in an embarrassed tone.
"What is it?" I asked carefully in my tone of voice so as not to betray myself.
- I'm like Rebecca <unk> she said hesitantly.
-Like Rebecca! <unk> Redargui <unk> What do you mean, you are...
"Yes", she answered, still hesitating.
Immediately, I took her hand and touched her chin, forcing her to face me; I smiled tenderly and went on to say: "No, you are not like Rebecca ..., you are much more beautiful and sweet than she ..., and never let anyone deny that ..., especially yourself!"
Brigitte couldn't bear my words and burst into a small cry which I immediately tried to console by taking into my arms. We stayed like that for a while, until she raised her face and looked at me; it was a sweet, tender and naive look that took me completely. Almost in an inaudible whisper, she asked us to get out of there; I asked her where she wanted to go ..., and the answer was surprising.
"Let's go to my apartment", she said softly. "That is, if you don't mind".
I'll only care if you keep calling me "sir".
We laughed at my words and headed out to Brigitte's apartment, a simple but cozy little place in an old, renovated building in the center of town, still with pantograph door lifts and the smell of water-washed carpets. The interior was intimate and well-used: a small kitchen, a bedroom with a double bed and built-in wardrobe and a tiny room where Brigitte had worked miracles, distributing inside a comfortable sofa, a rack for TV and other electronics, a brown leather armchair, a center table, and a huge mirror whose position gave the impression of the environment being larger than it really was.
Brigitte was really creative. We sat on the couch and I lent my ears to her to tell her story which, according to her, did not have many secrets or intriguing adventures. She discovered her reverse sexuality early on, but always hid this inclination from everyone, which only came to reveal itself in an inopportune passion for someone very close who ended up leaking the news to everyone.
It was a huge shock; her mother abandoned her, her brothers didn't want to see her anymore and her friends (if they existed at all) became strangers who ran away from her like someone fleeing from the plague. Only her father stood by her and supported her, especially when she decided to take on this her true sexuality; the rest ..., well the rest is the life she has today, with very few friends, no boyfriend or confidant and the hope of better days.
When Brigitte finished, I could not hide the sadness that took over me; I was puzzled, confused and revolted to know that someone could be so humiliated and still be able to fight for what she believes to be happiness. She didn't finish telling me, she just crouched in my arms and asked me to hug her tightly ..., the little one wanted to feel welcomed, protected ..., wanted and loved.
What happened next was something so naturally delicious that I beg permission to narrate it gently. It didn't take long, and we were kissing tenderly. I held that small, firm body between my arms and felt an indescribable heat. Brigitte, at first, seemed insecure and hesitant, but before long she was corresponding as if we had known each other for a long time.
I hurriedly tried to undress her, for I wanted to see her naked. It was a heavenly sight. Brigitte was small and slender, but her breasts stood out without exaggeration, as did her little bundle turned into a gymnastics suit. Her roll was something so simple that I wanted to laugh; it was not big, but it was hard with a swollen and red head.
When she saw me staring at her scroll, Brigitte became puzzled and her face took on a characteristic redness. I grabbed her chin and smiled at her kindly. I made her lie down on the couch and I positioned myself between her legs delighting in that small but intriguingly firm scroll.
I sucked and licked Brigitte's hard member until she, between groans and sighs, ejaculated on my face; it was a warm, slimy but very small-volume mockery. Brigitte looked at me, smiled and thanked me while the tears kept rolling down her angelic face. I pulled her to me, and made her sit on my lap, feeling my roll rub her warm, firm skin.
"You know I'm a virgin, don't you?" she asked sharply.
- Yes, I know. I responded with affection.
-So, please <unk> she asked with a pleading tone <unk> be kind to me, yes ..., I want this to be unforgettable ...
- I promise it will be unforgettable <unk> completed <unk> for you as well as for me.
I bent down until my lips met her nipples, stiff and hard as ripe berries, and I began to suck them with anguish; Brigitte groaned as she stroked my thinning hair, praising my way of treating her. My hands strolled across her rolling bundle whose firmness was impressive. And that's when we realized that I was still dressed.
Brigitte jumped up and asked me to undress, which I acquiesced to immediately; while I undressed, she confessed that her erotic fantasy was to be a submissive slave of an older man, almost a pet ..., I replied with a safe tone, that this could be easily arranged. Brigitte got rid of my boxer shorts, letting my erection emerge uncontaminated and pulsating.
"Oh", she exclaimed, "what a load of crap".
Before I could say or do anything, Brigitte mouthed my roll, sucking and licking vigorously. Her angel-like mouth swallowed and spit out the bong with impressive mastery. I was in full ecstasy with that little sensual girl woman making my dick her tastiest treat. Her little hands gently squeezed my balls, and whenever I felt a chill run down my spine, she squeezed the base of the roll, holding back any eventuality of an unwanted orgasm at that moment.
It was a long time before Brigitte had satisfied her hunger for the roll; I took her in my arms and again placed her on my lap, leaving her little ass up; I stroked her buttocks and began to explore, shamelessly, the valley between them, looking for her most precious dowry. As soon as I found it, I began a massage around the armpits, pressing it carefully.
I soaked my index finger with saliva and rolled that untouched little saddle again; Brigitte moaned and rolled her ass, saying that she was loving my daring exploration. For a moment I was worried about the damage I could do to that virgin little ass and thought it would be good to look for something to minimize the suffering of my initiate. I left her on the couch, curled up like a cat in the heat, and went to the kitchen.
I returned from there with a jar of margarine in my hands under the curious gaze of my partner. I made her lie on all fours on the sofa and after licking her little saddle with a good finger of margarine, I did the same with my stick, leaving it well oiled and ready for combat. I took my position and held Brigitte by the hips, pointing the roller in the direction of her little saddle. The first strokes were a little uncomfortable and without any success.
Brigitte, however, pulled her butt even further and spread her legs, urging me to go on with my attempt. When at last the glans tore at my partner's anus, she let out a shrill and painful scream, thrusting her face into the sofa seat, seeking to suffocate the pain I was thrusting into her little body.
I held my position, not moving forward or backward, just hoping that she would endure that painful moment and allow me to continue with my attack. After a few minutes, Brigitte shook her ass, looked over her shoulder, and smiled at me.
-All right, my beautiful <unk> she comforted me with the voice insecure and hesitant <unk> Go ahead ..., fuck me very nice that I want ...
I took a deep breath and began to advance, introducing the roll slowly, inch by inch, under the sighs, interrupted breaths, murmurs and brief lamentations of my little partner. The following minutes seemed like centuries of ordinary torture; for my part, as I deflowered that virgin anus, feeling pressured by the effort required, I contained my desire that Brigitte not suffer too much. She, in turn, repressed suffering that was forced upon her by an anal penetration that, even with all the care, certainly caused more pain than pleasure at that moment.
I stopped my invasion when my balls brushed against my partner's firm, rolling buttocks, and for a moment I stood still, letting both my roll and her cousin get used to this new situation.
-Oh, please! <unk> babbled Brigitte <unk> move that lovely roll inside of me ..., move, my macho ..., my owner ..., move ...
Immediately, I began to stock that ass in delicate, mind-blowing shapes with long, vigorous movements, letting my partner feel the full force of the roll in her bowels. As I intensified the movements, I leaned forward and took in my hand the small roll, which was already hard, and began to masturbate it with movements synchronized with my penetration.
We remained enthroned in this sexual idyll forgetting everything else; there was nothing else, no one else, just a couple delighting in each other. Brigitte was a girl of a unique sensuality and her girlish manner captivated and dominated me without any shame.
After hours, my physical exertion began to take its toll... shivering ran down my spine and small spasms suggested that I was about to give in to pleasure, until a stronger shiver made it clear that orgasm was imminent.
-Oh, my precious! <unk> I said in a low voice in the midst of a gasping and insecure breath <unk> I can't take it anymore ..., I think I'm going to enjoy ...
"Enjoy, my master", she pleaded in an uncertain voice and a weak tone. "Enjoy inside me, fill me with this hot and tasty fuck, fill the hole of your little whore".
That expression "pleasure, my lord" caused a stir inside me and the orgasm exploded in a wave of sperm being pumped into Brigitte's delicate body; I ejaculated in an almost animalistic way, screaming and moaning as my body was emptied, allowing a wave of pleasure to take over my whole being. At the same time, Brigitte also ejaculated, thanks to my skillful and dedicated handling. Finally, we were exhausted and without vigor ..., we ended up falling asleep in each other's embrace.
It was early in the morning when I woke up; I was with little Brigitte in my arms who was snoring softly with a short and gentle breath. I looked at her and thought: "How did we get here? What did I do to this girl? Nurturing a sexuality by acting as if I were a profiteer was something that made me uncomfortable ..., and sad.
Suddenly, Brigitte opened her sparkling blue eyes and stared at me with a beautiful smile. I smiled at her and tried to apologize, I wanted to tell her that I had no intention of hurting her; she put her index finger on my lips and prevented me from saying anything.
-Thank you very much <unk> she whispered in the sweetest voice in the world <unk> Now I feel whole, complete ..., and you did it for me ..., even if you don't want me ..., you still think about Rebecca, know that I am yours forever!
You may think it's awkward, but I also wanted to cry when I heard those sweet words; I looked for Brigitte's lips and we kissed passionately. We fell asleep again, tied together like newlyweds. In the morning, we had coffee together and before we left, I told her two things that I considered very important for our relationship to work.
-Look, little <unk> I started <unk> I'll talk to a friend and you will pursue the internship in another sector...
"Why?" she exclaimed in fear. "Have I done something wrong?"
-No, my love <unk> reassure her immediately <unk> It's that from now on we're a couple and we can't mix work with feelings ..., it won't be good for either of us. On the other hand ..., know that by saying that you'll be mine forever, you won me over in a very sweet way ...
Brigitte didn't let me finish what I had to say; she jumped on top of me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me tenderly. And I held her tightly in my arms and tasted that kiss like one tasting the nectar of the Roman gods. We went to work, embraced like a couple whose relationship was much older than it seemed.
That night, Brigitte and I had a good time, exploring our bodies and our unfathomable little secrets. It seemed that Rebecca had finally fallen into oblivion.
(End of the first part)