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When I walked into the
bar, I didn't notice her at first.
I sat in a booth in a dark corner and ordered a drink
from the waitress.
The waitress returned with my drink, and when I went to
pay her for it, she said it had already been taken care
of by the blonde at the end of the bar. I looked, and
there was Sandy, sitting on a stool at the end of the
bar. God, she was gorgeous! Wearing a white blouse,
short black skirt, and black fishnet stockings, she sat
with her legs crossed, and I
could see far up her skirt. She was, without a doubt,
the best looking woman in the place.
Sandy smiled at me, and, as she walked over to my table,
I couldn't help but notice her nipples, erect against
the soft white silk of her low cut blouse, and the slow
swaying of her
breasts. She stood in front of me and asked if she could
sit with me. "Sure", I said, and she slid into the booth
with me.
She told me that she was a receptionist in the hotel,
and that she had just gotten off work a few minutes
before. She said I looked like the kind of man she'd
like to spend some
time with, as she traced patterns on the inside of my
thigh with her long nails. As she stroked my leg, her
firm, warm breast pressed against my arm with urgency.
Sandy looked me in the eyes, and said she had a room
upstairs and she'd like to take me there. She stood,
took me by the hand, and led me out of the bar to the
elevator. Arm in
arm, the warmth of her body and the scent of her perfume
were really getting to me! My cock was straining against
the front of my pants, my balls tight and full.
After we got into the elevator, our arms went around
each other, and we kissed a long, wet, deep kiss.
Sandy's tongue probed gently into my mouth and dueled
with mine. Her mouth tasted of the strawberry daquiri
she had been drinking earlier. We lingered over the
kiss, and Sandy was nibbling and pulling on my lower lip
and thrusting her hips against my
hard tool when we arrived at her floor and the door
opened. If that door hadn't opened just then, we
probably would have fucked right there in the elevator,
but a hotel room service
waiter entered the elevator, so we got out.
We walked down the hall to Sandy's room, and she opened
the door. I sat on the couch, and Sandy went to the bar
to mix us some drinks. When she returned, we started
kissing again. My hands traced the outline of her
nipples through the thin silk of the blouse, and I could
feel the lace of her flimsy bra. She leaned back,
unbuttoned the blouse, arched her
shoulders, and slid it off.
Her tits were clearly visible through the black lace of
the bra, and overflowed the top. About 1/2 of the areola
of her breasts was exposed. I cupped her breasts, and
could feel their warmth and weight. She shivered when my
thumbs began caressing her taught nipples, and her hand
went to my crotch. Sandy firmly massaged my aching cock,
and opened my zipper. She reached inside, and freed my
aching penis.
Sandy asked me to lay back on the couch and I did. She
took off her bra and leaned over me, brushing my eyes
with her soft tits, and then unbuckled my pants and slid
them and my briefs down over my legs. After she got my
pants off, she straddled my chest with her lovely ass
near my face, still clad in the black skirt and
stockings.
She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, her
lips gently sliding up and down the shaft. As she did
this, her crotch gradually moved down to my face, heavy
with perfume and musk. My eyes were closed, and I felt
something smooth, warm, and wet sliding across my face
and lips. I opened my eyes, and there, swinging slowly
back and forth, was a big COCK!
At first I was a bit shocked, to say the least! I had
heard stories of the shemales in San Francisco, but had
never dreamed I would meet one, and that she would be
such a beautiful woman! I was so overcome with passion
from the actions of her mouth and tongue on my cock that
I decided to just let it happen.
I reached up and touched a cock other than my own for
the first time. Funny, it felt much like mine, but was
much warmer! I could see that Sandy had shaved her
entire crotch, and her sack hung below her large dick.
She was uncircumcised, and the head of her cock was
swelling up out of the foreskin, purple and moist. I
brushed it back and forth across my lips and could taste
the slightly
salty taste of the drop of pre-cum hanging from the
hole. It was delicious, and I found myself wanting more,
so I slipped it into my mouth.
As we both suckled, our hips were undulating. I could
feel her breasts pressed against my stomach. Sandy had
the best of both worlds to offer me. Suddenly, she
released me, stood up, and peeled her skirt off. "I want
to have your cock up my hot asshole", she murmured as
she reached for the jar of love oil on the coffee table.
She applied the love oil to her asshole, and her now
hard cock swung back and forth as she approached me.
She got on her hands and knees on the couch and reached
behind herself to guide my hot cock into that waiting
cavern. Her ass was slippery with the scented love oil,
and I held her
hips as my cock head slid past the gripping muscles of
her hole. Sandy let out a contented sigh as the eight
inches of my thick cock entered her.
I leaned forward and cradled her swaying breasts in my
hands as I began slowly thrusting my turgid manhood back
and forth, my balls slapping against Sandy's as I buried
it to the
hilt. We continued our movements, and one of my hands
moved down to encircle her rigid cock. I pulled the
foreskin back and forth across her cock head, and
massaged the shaft and head with some of the love oil.
Sandy arched back, so her back was against my chest,
both of us on our knees. She turned her head, and we
were once again locked in our tongue dueling. I began to
feel like I was going to cum, and could feel Sandy's
cock twitching in my hand.
The hot cum exploded from my balls and coursed up
through my cock, headed for its new home in Sandy's ass.
At the same time, Sandy started to come. I cupped my
hand over her dickhead as the thick white come began
spurting out. As it did, I massaged it over her head,
shaft, and balls. She was so slippery, and so warm, and
the weight of her cock and balls felt good in my hand.
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