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I knew I was going to be in town for two days, so I posted an ad on craigslist looking for some company. I got several of the usual lame replies, and a few that seemed promising. I chatted with a few guys for a bit, and finally found one who was willing to meet me at a local cruise park.
I pulled up, wearing my favorite Naughty Kitty t-shirt over a bra and my medium breast forms, a denim mini skirt, 7″ heels, and my blonde wig. A few minutes after I parked, a guy walked up to my window.
“Kayla?” he asked.
“It’s me,” I replied.
We talked for a minute, then he got into my car. With my console we weren’t able to do much, so I suggested we move to his truck.
Once we were in his truck I rubbed on his leg for a few minutes until he unzipped his pants. I began to suck on his penis. It was an average size, but clean and pleasant, so I was enjoying myself, and judging by his moaning and wiggling around, so was he!
After a few minutes he suddenly jumped and shouted! I almost hit my head on the steering wheel, and when I looked up there was a black man standing just outside of the driver’s window, who had apparently been watching us for some time!
My partner quickly lost his erection as he rolled down the window and made a bit of small talk before the other guy moved away. I started to go back down, but he was no longer in the mood so I got out and he left.
I straightened my clothes and walked around the parking area for a few minutes. This park is arranged mostly in a long curve, with a makeshift turn-around at the end, so everyone there can see me as I walk. (That really turns me on, knowing that all of these strange men can see me as I act out my slutty fantasies!) I walked all the way to the farthest end of the park and then turned and walked back. Two cars passed slowly as I walked, but neither stopped, so I kept on walking to my car. I passed close to the other few cars there, but nobody seemed interested in me, so I left the park and drove around for a bit. I passed through two other cruise areas nearby, but both were completely empty, so after about 20 minutes I ended up back at the same park.
By this time I had also received another email from someone who wanted to meet me. I told him where to find me, then drove and parked.
There were a few more vehicles this time around, so I drove the length of the park, making sure that everyone could see into the car. Then I parked and again got out and walked around for a bit.
I walked up to a nice big truck. he put down the driver’s window as I approached, so I stopped. he started talking to me, and began to rub his hand on my bottom and legs. I rested my hand on the door of the truck, and he took my hand and placed it on his average-sized cock. After we rubbed each other for a few minutes, he invited me into his truck. I naturally accepted.
I leaned over to accept my second cock of the night, and he wasted no time in putting his hand on my back, then my neck and head, encouraging me to work harder. I was happy to comply! He got really hard a few times, and I thought he was about to come, but he never did, and after almost fifteen minutes (I saw the clock on his dash board), he decided to leave, so I stepped out, hoping to find another customer.
I walked slowly back toward my car, and as I passed the picnic pavilion I saw a cigarette light up. I turned and walked into the darkness and saw two men talking. They both stopped and looked at me, and I recognized one as the voyeur from earlier. He smiled at me, and the other looked a bit uncomfortable and walked away.
Once the voyeur and I were alone, he sat on the picnic table with his back to the road. As I walked closer he unzipped his pants. before I was within arm’s reach I could smell his unwashed crotch! I walked slowly past him, allowing him to slide a quick hand under my skirt, and then moved away. I cannot stand an unwashed man!
As I got back to my car I saw a guy standing behind his truck. I walked toward him slowly, and circled his vehicle. He didn’t move away or react, so I moved closer to him, turning my back and wiggling my skirt. He made a comment about my outfit, so I asked if he’s like to see one of the others. He did, so I walked back to my car, reached into the back seat, and pulled out another outfit.
It was my tiniest black skirt, and a black tank top that just covers my breast forms and makes them look so hot! When I change with my back to someone, I can remove the bra and everything and it looks like they are real. i did that and returned to him. he rubbed on my tummy and told me how sexy I was, then he slid his hand around and cupped my butt cheek, running his finger along my crack.
I let him feel me up for a minute, then he ran his hand up my back, to my shoulder, and gently pushed down. I caught his hint and dropped to my knees in front of him. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and in a few seconds he slid himself into my mouth. I stayed still as he slowly moved in and out, then he began to move quicker as he realized that I enjoyed letting him be in total control.
He hit the back of my throat, then quickly pulled back and stopped moving for a minute. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his shaft, then took him all the way into my mouth and throat. He seemed to figure out that I enjoyed it deep, and he then resumed pumping himself into my face.
I experimented with giving him a hummer, but it didn’t seem to make a difference for him, so I stopped the noise and knelt there like an obedient little slut. I tried a few times to take his hands and place them on the back of my head, but each time he pulled his hands away from mine. He finally pulled out of my mouth and shot his load onto the pavement before I could stop him, then he said an awkward thanks and drove away.
As nobody else in the park looked interesting, I drove around again for a while, then headed back. My other email person hadn’t shown, or so I thought, so I parked, got out, and began to change once again, this time into my gray sports bra and my CHEER shorts. I walked to the picnic table again and did some cheerleader type stretches, then walked around the walking trail ending up back at my car.
I changed once more, enjoying the feel of the cool air on my naked and shaved body as I removed my shorts and put on a long button-down shirt that was’t quite long enough to cover my white cotton panties. As I looked up I noticed a black man standing there in some sort of fire suit, watching me closely.
He complimented my outfit and my sexy body, and as I sat in the driver’s seat to throw my other clothes into the back seat, he moved closer, unzipped his suit and exposed his penis. he just stood there stroking it for a minute, then asked me if I wanted to touch it. I held my hand out and he placed his penis on it and started moving back and forth. My fingers naturally curled around it and I let him fuck my hand for a little while.
He took a step forward and was now standing between my legs. He moved his penis to my mouth and I took him in. I pleasured him for a short time until a small truck pulled in to the park. My partner quickly hid his penis as the truck drove in and passed right next to us. He waited for a minute until the truck had passed, then pulled his penis back out for me to continue. We played together for a few minutes and then as the truck returned he seemed to get nervous and walked away.
The truck ended up parking only a few feet from my car, and the driver just sat there. I check my email and had no new mails, so I got out and walked around the new truck. As I walked up, the driver rolled his window down and put his arm on the door. I stopped in front of his window, and when I looked down I saw a nice large dick (I’d guess 9 inches long, and having a decent girth). Everyone else tonight had been pretty average (in the 5 – 6″ range), so this was looking like it would be a treat!
I rested my hand on the door of the truck, and he asked me “You want this dick?”
I smiled and didn’t say anything, so he took my hand and placed it on his dick. I began rubbing it slowly, and he made a few sounds that let me know that I was doing a good job. He reached out and began rubbing my legs and bottom. At this point I noticed that we were being watched by two guys in another truck not too far away. This made me even hornier, so I pulled my hand out and walked around to his passenger door. He opened it up and i smiled at the watchers, removed my button down shirt (leaving me only in a sports bra and panties) then laid down across his truck seat with my bottom hanging out of the truck and took my new friend into my mouth. I worked on his large penis for several minutes. More than once he told me “Oh, yeah, baby. Deep throat that big black cock,” as I went as far down as I could.
After several more minutes I needed to shift positions, so I took the opportunity to change clothes as well. “I’ll be right back, sweetie,” I told him as I wiggled myself out of the truck.
I stood up , smiled at the two voyeurs, then reached into my car for my schoolgirl outfit. It has a cute little plaid skirt, and a button down blouse I found at a thrift store. i turned my back to my new friend, who was already standing behind me, removed my sports bra, and replaced it with a lacy white bra. Then I slid my skirt up my legs and pulled the blouse on and buttoned it up.
“Oh, a sexy school girl,” he said.
“Do you like to take advantage of your little white school girl?” I asked him.
He smiled and pulled his penis out, so i knelt between my car and his truck and got back to work, doing my best Jenna Haze impression as I sucked and stroked his large tool. After another few minutes he moved over and leaned on the side of his truck.
“Do you fuck?” he asked.
“No, not tonight,” I replied.
“Oh, okay,” he said, then he felt me up one more good time, got in his truck and drove away.
As I was now completely wound up, I walked past the two guys who had been watching, but they didn’t acknowledge me, so after passing the picnic table, I turned around and walked back to my car again.
My first customer of the night had returned during my walk, so I walked back up to his truck. We talked for a minute, and when I offered to get back in his truck, he declined. Shortly after, he drove away. Soon the few remaining vehicles drove off, leaving me by myself, so I headed back to my hotel, where I wandered the halls in a bikini, wig and heels, then crawled into bed for a short nap before work the next morning.
His strong hands were squeezing my hips tightly as he was pumping his hard rod into me. The cool night air was kissing the beads of sweat on my exposed cheeks. I could feel a familiar pinching sensation in my slender thighs from the black lace panties that had been pulled down to my knees. I barely know the man behind me. It isn’t even like he was my first tonight. However, the sense of being filled with his hard dick repeatedly invading my thoroughly abused ass hole is better than the emptiness I had been feeling in its absence. This man, who has been a coworker of my father’s for longer than I have been alive, is now ruthlessly driving his cock into me. He is needlessly trying to be sexy, calling me a slut, asking if I love how his cock feels, and demanding that I beg him for his load.
I would have let him fuck me regardless of whether or not I found him attractive. It has been at least two weeks since I last heard from Jake. It would seem that he wasn’t ready for a public relationship, which had been what I was craving for as long as I can remember. It was with that simple disagreement that Jake would move on leaving me all alone. Since then, I have been bouncing from one cock to another. It was only when I was dressed up as Alex, that I felt alive. Yet, tonight at least, it was as if I was chasing the high I felt that first night with Jake.
The man I have come to know as Mr. Dodson was furiously pumping me in our backyard while my dad was on a beer run. Part of me would hope that my mom came outside only to bear witness to the slut she had raised. My parents were okay with me dressing and even going out to meet men, however, the rule was that I couldn’t dress up with company over. I was also sure that they would not approve of me letting their married friends cum in my ass. I had already been fucked by two different men before I got home to see Mr. Dodson eyeing me while my Dad was searching for his keys. Within seconds of him leaving, Mr. Dodson would come over and try to chat casually. I wondered if he could feel the other men’s semen in my dirty hole as he was plunging in and out of me.
It was just as I heard my dad’s car pulling up to the other side of the house that Mr. Dodson shot two ropes of cum on my ass. I had already asked him to cum inside me for fear of him staining my clothes. He, evidently felt that I wasn’t worth the courtesy as he ejaculated all over my new top and skirt. I was able to slip into the basement unseen before my dad could return to his sweaty disgusting friend.
After months of resisting my feminine slutty side, I finally gave in one day when I agreed to meet a thug black meth dealer to PNP. I knew what that meant and craved it. I shaved my entire body smoothly, douched out my ass, and packed my “sex bag” with my analyze, lube, poppers, black thick butt plug, and a few different sexy outfits. I also packed a long-length black wig. Underneath my sweats, I had dressed in the sluttiest possible outfit. Black fishnet stockings, red lace G-string, black tight see-through mini skirt, black bra, and a see-through black half-shirt.
We went to pick up the dealer first, then headed to a cheap hourly motel in the hood. $28 for two hours.
As soon as we got inside, the dealer told me he had to go get weed but wanted to shower first. He handed me an 8ball of really strong meth to get the party started. He jumped in the shower as I made a couple of lines to sniff. I snorted it up and everything seemed to slow down as the powerful wave of pure animal of sexual loss swept over me. I vaguely remember him coming out and pushing me to my knees to deep throat his hard cock and telling me to poke my booty up high so he could booty bump me. He grabbed my asscheeks and spread them apart, then spit on my hole. He pushed a huge rock in my ass, all the way to his knuckle. Waves of lust rolled over my body as he moved me to the bed. I remember getting on my belly and poking my ass up high. I reached back with both hands and spread my asscheeks wide open. I took some of my drool from my wet mouth and used the spit to wet my hole.
Tony stood in front of me and I nursed his hard cock with my mouth. When he was rock hard, he moved behind me and took a picture of my wet hole. “You gonna get a lot of Nigga cock in your white pussyhole tonight, bitch,” I vaguely heard him say as he pressed the engorged head of his black cock against my tight shit hole.
Then he put a little bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to sniff it deeply. As soon as I did, he forcefully pressed it down hard. All 12” of thick cock pressed down through my sphincter muscle and into my guts. It didn’t take long for him to speed up the violent pounding as he rode his cock harder and harder into my violated anal cavity. I was grunting and moaning as he pumped the entire length of his cock into my rectum. I pushed it in as hard as he could. I could feel it throbbing as his Nutt went deep into my ass. As soon as he was done, Tony pulled his huge cock out and slapped my face with it.
I lay there still holding my asscheeks apart and got so turned on. My hole was totally open and dripping Nutt. I fingered my hole to keep it open.
I saw him staring at my violated hole. “Yo bitch, you owe me $100 for the stuff.” I said, “I don’t have any money right now to pay for it.” He laughed and said, “until you pay me back, that fine white ass in mine. I’ll pump your hole full of nuts, bitch. And you’ll take care of people until I tell you to stop. You understand?” I nodded my head. He told me to wait in the room while he went to buy some weed.
I was still super horny when I heard a knock on the door. I thought it was Tony. It was the motel clerk instead telling me the time was up. They only took cash and I only had $10 left. What made things worse was my cell wasn’t charged. I quickly showered and got dressed. I took all the remaining meth with me.
I planned to wait 15 minutes for Tony, then go to a Starbucks to recharge. Two hours later and I still hadn’t found a place with a charger. That meant a long walk home through a pretty bad part of town.
I started walking still feeling that sexy feeling in my ass and tingling from the T. I was still wearing my slutty outfit with my jacket over it. As I walked, I noticed a guy walking up on me. When he caught up, we started to talk. He said I looked hot. I thanked him. As soon as he asked me if I liked to party, I got immediately horny just thinking about the hot sex I had earlier and the lust burning inside me for more.
I told him I was really horny and asked him if he had any T. He told me he only had cracked and that we could go to his tent to smoke it. I said ok and felt his hand on my asscheek as we walked. He slowly rubbed his finger against my still open and wet hole. “Feels like you already got some dick, bitch. You ready for some real Nigga cock?” I came a little when he said that. My hole was throbbing.
As we walked along the dark street, we passed by tents with mostly homeless black men living in them. They silently watched us walk and I could only imagine what they were thinking. We passed by an RV that had a tough-looking big black guy standing in front. “Where did you find your sexy little white girl,” he said as he looked me up and down. I looked at his crotch and saw his hand stroking his huge semi-hard cock through his pants. LeRoy said, “she’s a sissy. I’m just going to party with her in my tent. Can I get $40 of rock?” The drug dealer handed him a little bag and told LeRoy to pay up. LeRoy looked at me and I told him I didn’t have any money. The dealer looked at me with a very hard stare. “Turn around bitch. I want to see your sexy booty. I unzipped my jacket so he could see what I was wearing, then slowly turned around and grabbed my smooth asscheeks with my hands. He said, “spread that ass for me, baby.” I did and he pulled the panty string to the side and took a picture of my bootyhole, still slightly open and wet from before. He looked at us and said I could pay him later. In my meth and sexual fog, I didn’t really know what that meant other than the fact that we got the drug I so desperately needed to keep my raging sexual energy going. LeRoy knew what that meant and I noticed how he wasn’t as nice to me and sounded more like a thug.
When we got to the tent, I quickly took off my jacket and pulled out my lube and poppers. LeRoy packed the crack pipe with rock and took a big hit and put it in my mouth and I breathed deep. There was an immediate reaction and I felt super horny. Things got intense fast. LeRoy pushed me to my knees and jammed his cock down my throat. It was huge and my mouth barely fit around it. He roughly facefucked me, only stopping to hit the pipe and popper me up. He slapped my face, then flipped me over onto my belly. “Poke that booty up slut and take this Nigger dick!” I screamed out as he roughly forced his entire hard thick cock into me with one stroke. It started to feel really good so I was talking super dirty, begging him to give me his cock. To sodomize me. To make me his sissy bitch. To pimp me out to niggers all night long.
He flooded my rectum with his nutt then had me suck him clean. He laid back in the tent and I deep-throated him in between taking more hits on the pipe. I heard someone just outside the tent and heard LeRoy say “$20”. A $20 bill landed inside the tent and I realized what was about to happen. I started to say no, but LeRoy just gave me another hit on the pipe and held my head still as some guy rubbed lube on my hole then plunged his cock inside me.
I could start to taste this slippery fluid, his pre-cum as it hit my tongue, it was warm and felt like it was foaming up in my mouth. I loved that taste and loved that I was exciting him this much. The feel of him sliding over my lips and on my tongue was wonderful, I could have done this all day for him.
He stopped and took his cock out of my mouth; I hoped that I had not done something wrong because I needed to continue. I looked up to see his face and noticed that he was smiling. “You are doing great he said but I want to try another position, kneel in front of me here.” As I kneeled he stepped out of his pants and took off his shirt, he was now naked. This man had a nice body, very strong and well kept for his age. He had great strong legs and a nice ass also. He turned around and bent in front of me and told me to lick that back of his legs but to reach between his legs and keep stroking his cock.
I licked his legs and ran my tongue from the back of his knees to his thighs while I stroked his cock. He loved this and moaned loudly while I continued. He turned his head and said, “this is so hot, but now I need your lips on my ass” I was so hot at this point that I thought I would puncture my pants! I started to kiss and lick his tight ass and he said “deeper”. He reached back and pulled his cheeks apart for me, I could now see his bum and thought here we go! I put my face in and attached my lips to his ass, he groaned and said “oh yea, suck my ass for me”. I still had his cock in hand and kept stroking slowly, my hand was now covered with his precum and it made pumping easier.
I slowly put my tongue on his ass and licked in small circles dipping my tongue inside every time around. I loved how nasty this was. I licked up and down until he stepped back and turned back around.
“You are so good you could make money doing that.” he joked.
He told me that he wanted to ride my face and that I should try not to gag on his shaft. I couldn’t wait to get his cock in my mouth again, and I didn’t need to wait long. He held my head and starts fucking my mouth slowly and deeply, on some of the strokes his balls would hit my chin, which really excited me.
“Oh you’re a great cock sucker he said, take me, deep honey, hold my ass while I drill your throat.” My lips were stretched to the max and I loved it, his cock was sliding deep but I didn’t gag at all. I could taste his fluid-leaking non-stop into my mouth; it made him so slippery that it helped him go deeper. “Use your tongue on me, honey, wrap it around my cock, suck that cum out of me, blow me, baby, blow me he said.”
And blow him I did, I sucked his cock as hard as I could, but softly. I wanted his load and I wanted it soon, I also waited all night for this to happen and now I will get my reward.
He started to pump faster and breathe harder; I knew my time had come. “Suck me, baby, suck me, I’m Cumming, I’m Cumming.” It hit me with force and quick spurts, I held his hips while he shot into my mouth, I was surprised how warm his cum was and how it ticked on the way down my throat. I was in love, not with him but with sucking cock.
He pulled his now deflating cock out of my mouth and wiped it on my face, “let me just paint you a bit he said,” I smiled. He fell back into the soft chair and his spent cock was lying on his leg.
I couldn’t resist the urge to lean over and rest my hands on his thighs and I looked at him and asked, “can I suck you clean?”
“Yeah man, suck my cock clean for me,” he said.
One last time I needed to taste him and relish his size.
Anyway – I was so horny and wanting to taste and swallow as many loads of cum as I could. walking around the house all dressed up and nowhere to go I logged on to a hook-up site. I replied to 3 posts and continued to scroll through the rest. WOW within a few minutes I got a response. A married bi guy was going to the store and wanted a hookup. He liked my reply and the photos I sent him so we made arrangements to meet.
An hour later in a shopping center parking lot, I got in his car. He looked OMG you’re gorgeous and rested his hand on my black stocking-covered leg. I smiled reached over and rubbed his cock as his hand slide under my skirt and snapped one of my garter straps.
He started to drive and I leaned over and took his hard cock out and went down on him. We never made it out of the parking lot he parked between 2 trucks. I continued to suck as he pulled up my skirt and slide his hand inside my frilly red panties. He started to play with my little clitlet as I pressed my lips to his groin and bobbed my head up and down. Within 3 minutes he unloaded a gush of sticky cum deep in my mouth and I swallowed and swallowed as he flowed. MMMM YUMMMY.
I pulled off him licking my lips and smiled at him. He was jerking my clitlet his hand covered the entire little limp thing. I said no problem hon no need to continue if you are satisfied. once back to my car, I bent down kissed his limp cock smiled at him. Hope to see you again I said as I exited.
Before I left the parking lot I checked my messages. One was from a guy to who I replied to his post. A trucker who was broke down at a near-by truck stop looking for a Girl like me. So I messaged him and we made arrangements to hook up later last evening (those rarely turn out).
I took a long way home driving down the highway with my skirt hiked up showing my stocking tops and garter straps flashing anyone who wanted a peek. Once home I reviewed my messages and there was another from the 3rd guy I replied to his post. It was interesting but I already committed to the tucker.
I did some housework all the time so fucking horny just wanting to flow my Girly cum and could not wait till 6:00 came so I could meet the trucker.
I freshened up changed into a black pleated dress, long blond wig, black lace panties, white stockings, and 6 strap garter-belt, White petticoat, and black heels, and drove to the meet.
I smiled as I saw him there and pulled up to chat. He was just as he described in his post. A tall black man in his 40’s well built and gay. He said his truck had broken down and could not be fixed until today. I drove next to his rig and we got in it. Ok, the same old story He grabbed my head pulled it down, and rammed his black cock in my mouth, and mouth fucked me. 10 min later I was swallowing his cum and licking his cock. That’s it another fucking disappointment in my park. At least he could have done was taken me in the sleeper cab and fucked me.
I got out limp and frustrated and drove to the parking area. This was a truck stop I only was out a few times so I thought I would make the best of it and hopefully meet some new truckers.
Watching the trucks pull in and the guys going into the store I waited for a half-hour till the rain let up a little. as the tucks filled the parking lot I opened the car door swung my leg out rising my dress showing a little leg shot (hanging out the bait LOL )
Got a few catcalls and whistles and “hey Babes” until one guy approved me. “what you looking for: he said “just to suck as many cocks and get fucked as I can” I replied. “You are a slut aren’t you,” he said “YUP” and took my hand walking me across the parking lot to the back of the restroom area. It was still raining lightly as he leaned against the wall under the overhang and took out his cock. I reached for it as I went to my knees in the wet muddy area (the white stockings were not a good idea but looked cute) and took it in my mouth sucking licking swallowing it. Of course, he held my head and fucked my mouth until he came. pumping his cum in my mouth as I slurped it with the rain dripping from my hair.
He pulled out as he did another guy (did not know he was there) held my head and pushed his hard cock in my mouth before I was finished swallowing the previous load.
the rain got harder running down off the roof of the building pouring down on me as sucked his cock. As I licked his cock clean after he came I looked around and saw 2 other guys stroking their cocks.
My makeup smeared, my hair straight, dress soaked, white stocking a muddy mess heels laying in the mud off my feet as the soaking wet rain pored down and ran off the roof.
One of the guys (a Latino) said in broken English “I’m going to fuck you” he pulled me up from the muddy ground spun me around sideways under the overhang. he lifted my dress and petticoat pulled down my panties as he bent me over held my hips and started to fuck me (his cock felt so good inside me that’s all I wanted all day was to get fucked). I pushed back humping him as he humped me.
The other guy stood in front of me lifted my head and pressed his black cock to my lips. I opened my mouth to take it and have always held my head and rammed it in. He fucked my mouth for I was too involved his humping that hard cock that was fucking me felt so good.
they both came about the same time and it felt so nice flowing deep inside my sissy hole.
They pulled out and walked away.
I even flowed as he fucked me which was my goal. I was a soaking wet mess. picked up my heels out of the mud and rain to the car. Lucky I always carry a few towels with me. I dried off the best I could take off my wet dress, petticoat, and stockings that I left on the ground next to the car. There was a sweater in the back seat I was going to take to the dry cleaners so I slipped it on and drove home
So all in all that I got what I went out to do satisfied for another week or so.
Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap….
My head is spinning and my whole body is tingling. My heart is racing, and I feel the long phallic object moving in and out of my ass with vigor. My little clit is swinging back and forth between my legs, as I am on all fours on a hotel bed. I am filled with excitement and ecstasy as I am lost in the throes of being thoroughly fucked.
Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap….
I look up to the full-length mirror that is across from the bed. A large muscular and handsome black man is kneeling behind me with his hands gripping onto my waist, as his hips keep slapping my white ass cheeks. His chiseled and sexy body glistens with sweat as he is looking down at his cock moving in and out of my white asshole. My modest breasts are swinging tightly from my chest in the same rhythm as my small half swollen clitty. My long dark brown hair drapes over my right shoulder as I am panting and moaning with the repetitive thrusts that are being worked upon my body.
Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap….
I feel the long thick black cock of this sexy stud working inside of me. His strokes rub my insides and are constantly poking at my prostate. I feel the stretching of both pain and pleasure in my neglected ass. My toes are trying to curl up into my feet as I feel them shaking with pure pleasure.
Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap….
I look back to the black man that is behind me. He is fucking me like it is his purpose in life. His light brown eyes and his nice trimmed short black hair. The square cut jaw that just begs to be touched while your lips are pressed against his big soft lips. How have I not realized how sexy and handsome this man is? Why is he interested in a transwoman like me?
Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap…. Thwap….
My green eyes scan the room and the mirror trying to recall how I got here and what has happened. Was it all the weed that I had smoked? Was it the empty bottle of champagne that is sitting next to the hotel TV? Was it the success of our meetings the last couple days?
I do not know, and frankly, I don’t really care. I just know that this is the best I have felt in a long time.
I feel happy.
I feel good.
I feel full.
I feel like I am about to explode.
One Week Ago
Knock Knock Knock. “Brenda….”
I look up from my computer screen to see my boss, a six-foot-tall middle aged white male with salt and pepper hair, looking at me. Mr. Jones is an attractive man in his own right. Not in the best shape as he has developed a dad bod over the last few years. His wife is at home with their two kids. He is a nice guy and has really treated me well being the only trans person in company history.
“Yes sir.” I responded with a smile. I am not sure how long he has been standing there as I have been so wrapped up in a few of the marketing projects that I have been delegated.
“I am going to send Tyronne with you to San Francisco next week.”
I feel my stomach jump into my throat and I am filled with frustration at the news. Tyronne, or Ty as he likes everyone to call him, is the big shot at the firm. He is your prototypical jock that is looking for praise and to always show up the people that he is ‘competing’ against. I say competing because he thinks that everything is a competition. Who was the one that got this deal. How much more was that contract than yours. Hey, I am better than you kind of attitude. We have never gotten along.
“Why is that? I can make the pitch to Sephora on my own. I really don’t need him with me.” I respond.
Let’s hope that I can talk my way out of this. I don’t know if I could go on a trip with that guy. Listen to him talk about himself the whole time. He is such a pig-headed jerk.
“He is going to make a pitch to the Golden State Warriors the day before your pitch to Sephora. I know the two don’t have anything to do with one another, but I would like for you to work together. We could really use those two deals. It will do great things for the company and I want my two-best people on it.” Mr. Jones says with a big smile.
I smile back at him. “Okay sir. I will do my best.”
“I know you will. The two of you won’t let me down.” Mr. Jones says before patting the frame of my office door and continuing down the hallway.
Great. Just what I needed. Not only do I have to try and land the biggest deal of my career, but I have to land two of them with a guy that I just can’t stand.
Very few people in the office knew I was a transwoman. I transitioned into a girl at a young age of 16 in a Hurst Texas. I realized that I was not like other boys. I was more sensitive and not as rough. I preferred the more ‘girly’ things in life, like playing with dolls and pretend house. I wanted to play with the girls and do girly things when I was a child. My parents always noticed that I was different too.
My family was supportive and helped be through a lot growing up and trying to fit in. It became more evident that I was not comfortable as a boy when I was caught wearing my older sisters clothes. Instead of getting mad, my parents took me to a few doctors. I went through a lot of phycological and physical analysis before I even hit puberty. I was suffering from a severe case of gender dysphoria. The best course of action was to start me on Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT), and to change schools with the goal of changing my sex.
The rest of my life, going through puberty, high school, and college was filled with ups and downs. Life was a lot more bearable than my prepubescent youth was. I felt like myself and was able to fit in with the other kids around me. I was able to get a degree in Marketing from Texas Tech University and get a job in Marketing as a solid career.
Just looking at me you couldn’t tell that I once identified as a boy. I looked, talked, and acted like a woman. The only way you could tell that I was not a girl by birth was my little penis between my legs. I got good at tucking it between my legs and panties. It helped that it never got very big due to the hormones that I took as a teenager. My hair grew into a beautiful Dark Brown chestnut mane. My features became soft and womanly. Even my breast sprouted into a good size C cup by the time I made it to college. I became a very attractive woman, and I loved my body. Maybe one day I would finish transitioning, but I am scared that my parts won’t work afterwards or that I would miss my penis.
I thought back to when I first met Tyronne Jackson. He came on strong and tried to hit on me. He was new at the company and had started a year after I did. He was cocky and full of energy. At the time I was dealing with the stress of my father passing away and I wasn’t dealing with life very well. He asked me out a number of times and I refused. He eventually gave up.
That is when his attitude toward me became more abrasive. He started to call me names behind my back. It started a back-and-forth war that was put to an end by Mr. Jones about 6 months ago. I had to admit that I did some things that I wasn’t proud of, but I was not going to let him treat me with disrespect. Needless to say, things between us have always been difficult. It felt like we were fire and ice. Black and white. Just to opposites that could never seem to really stand the other or co-exist in the same realm at the same time. Every time we would step into the same room together, you could feel the tension in the room, like walking into a bathroom after someone just took the hottest shower that they could. Just thinking about him made my skin crawl and feel icky.
I got back to work on getting my presentation for Sephora ready.
Ty showed up at my office later that afternoon knocking at my door. I looked up at him and saw that he wasn’t very happy. He must have gotten the same news that I had. He was wearing a nice light gray pair of slacks with a black button-down shirt and no tie.
“So….. I heard that we will be working together.” Ty avoided eye contact and was talking as if this is just something he wanted to just get over with.
“I guess so. How do you want to do this?” I said being short with him. I don’t really want to speak to him, and I want to do as little as possible.
“Let’s just meet in the conference room in an hour and we can talk about a game plan.” Ty said. I nodded and he turned and left.
It was Friday around 2 pm and our flights to San Francisco were on Wednesday. We didn’t have much time to really get on the same page. There was a big hurdle in front of us with not a lot of time to get ready.
An hour later we met in the conference room. I got there first and had a folder with some artwork ready to show off and a legal pad. I was making notes waiting for Ty to show up. Eventually he does and with nothing in his hands. He walks in and sits in the chair closest to the door. He puts one hand on the conference table and leans back in the chair all casual like.
“Look. So, this is what we are going to do. You are going to work on your presentation, and I am going to work on mine. You don’t get in my way and I won’t get in yours. We will go to San Fran together. We will go to each other’s meetings, but we won’t be involved. Cool? Cool…..” Ty says to me and then turns to get out of his chair.
I am sitting there offended and annoyed. “No……..” It just comes out of my mouth. What gives him the right to dictate how this is going to work. He just can’t come in here and tell me what to do. We were asked to work on these sales pitches together. There is too much on the line to just work on this alone and fail to get either of these clients.
Ty turns and looks at me with a sense of anger and frustration. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean no…. We are going to work on this together. We are both going to put in our work and get both of these clients. I can’t do it all by myself and Mr Jones is expecting us both to pull this thing out. As much as I hate the idea of working with you, I hate the idea of losing these clients and disappointing Mr. Jones more. If you don’t like it, you can just take it to him.”
Ty lets out a big sigh. “Fine, but don’t think this gives you the right to tell me how to make my pitch. It is my play and I will take it all the way for a touchdown. You just stand on the sidelines and be a good cheerleader.”
“That is another thing. I am not just some push over ‘cheerleader’ here. I do just as much as you do and I deserve just as much respect.” I snap back at him.
“No you don’t. You’re just some bitch that has gotten good at sucking the right dick.”
That was the last straw. Soon we get into an all-out screaming match with one another. Both of us are calling each other names and pulling up all the past shit that we have done to one another. People have started to gather in the halls, and it takes about 10 minutes before someone calls Mr. Jones stops us.
“That is enough, you two.” Ty and I go quiet. You can hear about a half a dozen people in the hallway talking. Both Ty and I are still fuming, but we stay quiet for Mr. Jones.
“I have had enough of your constant fighting and bickering. I was hoping that both of you would have worked this out a long time ago, but it looks like I was wrong. I am going to make this very simple. You both need to work together and get these clients. I want the Warriors and Sephora as our two top clients by next week. If we are missing even one of them, you both can consider yourselves fired……… Am I clear.”
Like two puppies that just got kicked by their owner, Ty and me both nod and look down at the ground.
“Good. Now I want to see you both in here tomorrow so you can work together on your pitches.”
Ty looks like he is about to say something about coming in on a Saturday but is cut off by Mr. Jones.
“I don’t care what you have going on. This is your priority. Now go home. Cool off and I want to see you both in here at 8 am.”
I nod my head in agreeance and Ty does the same, but more reluctantly.
“Now get out of here.” Mr. Jones says as Ty is the first to storm out. I gather my things and I am not too far behind.
I headed home after getting things cleaned up at my desk. No one stopped me to talk about what just happened. It was all just too soon. I got in my car and drove to my lonely two-bedroom apartment in Fort-worth. The events of the day have left me stressed and in need of a good drink.
I pulled out a bottle of my favorite red wine and a glass. I clicked on the TV for some background noise. The TV glowed to life with reruns of doctor pimple popper playing. It was one of my guilty pleasures, watching gross stuff getting cut open and popped on TV. I poured myself a glass and started to sip on it. I quickly began to think of how to make the awful situation better.
After a whole empty bottle of wine and two hours’ worth of bursting cysts, I started to feel lonely.
My love life wasn’t always lonely. I have had a few boyfriends here and there, but many of them couldn’t handle being in a relationship with a trans woman. Some of them wanted a natural born woman that could give them kids, or they just dated me because it was fun and worth a try. None of them really took it too seriously. Others when they found out what I was got furious and aggressive. They all thought that I was trying to trick them and called me harsh words like “Fag” and “Tranny bitch”. Very few good guys would ever give me a chance and if they did, they were real creeps. Most of the guys I dated were white. It was just the guys that found me attractive and gave me a chance.
I never really dated any other races much. A Hispanic once, but never a black guy. It just never came to my mind or was really attracted to one. In the area where I grew up there weren’t many black guys around. I didn’t really meet or talk to many till I got to college and moved to Dallas. Then I still didn’t find them attractive at all. My dad was white, and I was always attracted to men that looked and acted like him. I really don’t think that he would have ever approved of me dating anyone other than a white guy, but he never told me that directly.
It had been so long since I had felt the warm embrace of a man next to me, and I was beginning to forget what it felt like. I was beginning to forget what it was like to kiss a man and have him kiss me back. I just wanted to be loved and to love in return.
The wine was really starting to take effect and left me feeling horny. In times like this all I really had was Henry. That is what I called my dildo. He was a pink 7-inch doc Johnson dildo with a suction cup. He would always be there for me. The sad part was, is that I was starting to think that he is the only lover that I would ever have in my life.
I get up from my spot on the couch and put my empty glass in the sink and throw away the bottle. I pull a bottle of Jim Beam out of the cupboard and take a big swig right out of the bottle. I feel the burn of the Bourbon roll down my throat and fill me with warmth. My loins burn for some attention as I am growing hornier by the second. I put the cap back on the bottle and walk to my bedroom for some playtime.
I have always been the type of girl that has enjoyed porn and reading sexy literature online. It is something that helps me get off when I am alone. I love watching solo guys jerking and showing off their sexy bodies. I love to watch them get blown by good looking girls as I imagine that it is me between their legs with their cock in my mouth. While I am riding my dildo or using it on myself, I like to watch other transgirls getting fucked. Tonight, I needed to feel a cock in my pussy and I needed it badly.
I open up my laptop and go to some of my favorite porn sites. As I am looking through all the content, I am slowly removing all the work clothes from the day. I get down to my bra and panties as I feel my loins continue to set ablaze by my excitement. My little clitty girl cock is trying to get hard as it is tucked into my gaff underwear. As I am looking through all the porn, I start rubbing at my little clit over my panties. My nipples grow harder and harder as my excitement is building. I pull my bra off and toss it onto the floor with all the rest of my discarded clothing. I start to alternate between pinching and rolling my nipples between my fingers and hand rubbing at my girl cock with my left.
I move through all the clips and movies online and spend a good hour doing so. I am getting so worked up as I feel the alcohol still affecting my body as I had not eaten since lunch. Finally, I find something that gets me really hot. Something that would be worthy of me riding my dildo to. It starts with a tgirl porn star named Channel Santini and she is lounging around her bedroom in her underwear. She looks so good and you can hardly tell that she is a trans girl. Outside her sliding glass bedroom door is a sexy brunette white guy that is taking care of the lawn. He catches her in her underwear, and she invites him in. He learns of her little secret in her panties and doesn’t care. They start to play with each other and get one another hard.
I set my computer to the side and stripped off my panties. Between my legs I am completely smooth. I make it a point to go get waxed every so often. Everything from my eyebrows down is completely hair free and that is the way I like it. It makes me feel like the girl that I am. My cock doesn’t really get fully hard anymore. Yes it swells and feels really sensitive, but it never really gets hard enough to penetrate during sex due to the hormones and hormone blockers that I take. I start to rub and play with my cock. I feel the tingling sensations of the stimulation start to fill my body. My hands continue to explore my little cock, that is about 3 inches long at maximum, and my little itty-bitty balls.
My whole-body tingles with pleasure as I touch myself. Soon my fingers find my little asshole and I feel the growing ache of needing to be filled. I reach over to my bedside table and remove Henry and the lube. I climb off my bed and kneel down on the side of it with my chest resting on the edge. The screen of the porno movie is still at a perfect viewing angle. I squirt some lube into my right hand and apply it liberally to my needy anus. My small dainty manicured fingers push the lube into my hole. I start with one, then eventually move up to three fingers as I stretch out my hole for my pink boy Henry.
At this point in the movie, Channel is on all fours and the guy is getting ready to press his cock into her ass. This is perfect timing, because I am now starting to lube Henry up and press him inside of my ass pussy. I feel the rim of the head of the realistic dong pop through my anus with ease. Soon the whole thing is shoved deep in my ass, as I am moving it in and out with my hand. My mouth is open, and I am starting to moan and pant as I am giving pleasure to myself. I feel my little clit oozing precum down the inside of my thigh. The little girl cock as hard as it will ever get, but that doesn’t stop me. I just keep moving Henry in and out of my hungry hole. The veiny and thick cock rubbing at my anus and poking at my prostate feels amazing. So much better than the stimulation that I was giving my little clit not too long ago. As my right hand would get tired, I would switch off to the other hand and keep going. The scene on my laptop is continuing to unfold. Watching this sexy man take this girl is getting me both jealous and excited. I am putting myself in Channel’s shoes and wish it was me that was being taken by this sexy man. The scene changes to Channel riding on top of this guy. That is when I decide to change my position as well.
The colors of nature have always inspired me. The changing of the seasons. The trees dropping leaves. The earth getting ready to settle down for the long winter. The chilly weather and snuggling under the covers at night for warmth and comfort. Drinking my hot coffee every morning , saying my morning prayers and greeting the day. Working on letting go of yesterday’s issues , and petting my dog Callie. Enjoying the silence.. This is my morning ritual. I enter quietly into the day.
I find inspiration in a variety of people and things. I would have to say that the person who has most greatly inspired me has been my 97 years old grandmother. She always had a smile on her face no matter how hard she worked and she loved everyone. She was well respected and always gave more than she received. I try to live like she did, as much as I can.
What Do I Most Love About Myself?
In the Ace of Wands, a hand holding a sprouting wand extends out from a cloud, as if to offer a new opportunity or idea with the potential to grow. The rich, verdant landscape is further confirmation of this growth capability. In the distance on the left sits a castle, representing the promise of opportunities to come, and hills and mountains line the horizon. Their rolling peaks remind us that there will always be challenges along the way, but they are surmountable with enough effort.
As an Ace, this Wands card brings you pure potential – this time in the spiritual, energetic realm. Ideas are flowing to you, motivating and inspiring you to pursue a new path. You are open to receiving new opportunities that align with your Higher Self. A whole world of possibility is available to you.
The Ace of Wands encourages you to follow your heart and live your passion. If you feel a strong pull towards a new project or path, but are questioning whether it will work, then this card gives you a gentle nudge to pursue your passion. You can always start out small, treating the project or idea as an experiment or trial. Then, if it feels good, keep doing it; and if it doesn’t, make adjustments and try again. Let your energy, dedication and motivation be your guides.
If you have been looking for a sign about whether this is the right project, then the Ace of Wands is a clear YES! The sprouting wand and the fertile landscape in the background are all positive indications that this idea has the potential to turn into something fulfilling and energising. Use your creative energy and passion to take the first steps. Even if you prefer to plan out everything before you begin down a particular path, the Ace of Wands wants you to listen to your instincts and follow your gut. If it seems like a good idea, it probably is. So, start with a few fundamentals to get things rolling, and then continue to grow and develop your ideas through more complex activities later on. The important thing is that you act now rather than spending more time planning or researching.
Keep in mind, however, that the Aces represent potential but not guaranteed results. The Ace of Wands (or any Ace) is a seed that has yet to grow into something more substantial or sustainable. The opportunity on offer shows great promise, but it will be up to you to maximise it for the long term. See this card as the spark needed to fuel a massive fire, but remember that the flash itself is not enough to keep the flames burning.
The Ace of Wands may appear when you have an opportunity to grow on a personal or spiritual level. You may be interested in taking a class or investing in a course so you can follow your creative spirit. For example, you might enrol in a photography class, a Tarot course, or a self-improvement program. Trust that this experience will open you up to even more possibilities.
I have seen many fabulous women drugged into the depths of deprivation and despair by the wrong brother. Please don’t add yourself to that number you are better than that…you are more than that and if any time you get a notion I miss him…I love him…I don’t know…get a degree…get a dog…do something but don’t you feed that need you to have for this trifling individual over there. He is not worth your time not worth your attention and if you ever get confused lost, sorry or sad…we get tapered to this and remind ourselves every morning, every night, every evening until you decide this is not where you need to be.