Escape to Germany

Before I begin this story, I'd like to tell you something about myself. I'm a young (20) crossdresser of Asian and Hispanic heritage. Slim, petite, with white porcelain skin most people immediately notice, and I'm actually quite pretty for someone with a penis.
I'm from a family that is quite well-off. Trips to different countries, got everything I wanted, a personal maid and a chauffeur -- pretty much a comfortable life. Someone was always there to serve me and I haven't worked for anything my entire life. I got used to telling people what to do. Which is probably why I got into BDSM.

I went on a trip to Berlin alone a few years back. During a trip out to shop, I stopped to look at a display outside a boutique for a while. As I was about to walk away, I turned to my left and realized there was a tall guy (I'm 5'4" and he was around 6'4") standing next to me. I said "Oh, excuse me." and was waiting for him to move because I knew I wouldn't. He didn't. I looked up and my bl**d quickly rose to both of my heads. What I saw a gorgeous man with ginger hair, a stubble beard that suited his chiseled face, and eyes that would melt anyone who stared at them for too long.

"Hi." He said, smiling.

Long story short, we talked and got to know each other a little more. His name is Thorsten and, apparently, he's one of the many German men who loves shemales. I told him where I was staying and said he may come over that night. I obviously liked what I saw and I needed to see more.


That night, I hear a knock on the door as I got out of the shower. I threw a short silk robe on and went to see who it was. It was Thorsten. He was wearing a jacket over a white shirt, and some regular jeans. I told him to come in and sit on the bed. He obeyed. While preparing some drinks, I saw him looking at my body. I looked down and realized that the robe stuck to my wet body and showed the outline of my semi-erect cock. His hand reached out and before he can touch it, my hand went straight to his cheek. I landed a slap that made his face red quickly. He was stunned for a while and looked at me with eyes that ask why I just did that. Before he could say anything else, I planted a kiss on his lips, slid my tongue in, but backed away before he could respond. I slapped him again.