Your Favorite Shemale fantasy

[a9127]

I first saw her while shopping at the local Kroger’s off Washington Street (Bad part of town in Indianapolis. Nothing but prostitutes, robberies, murders, and drug deals). Daangerous but good place to go if you wanna get laid. Or busted... About 3 AM. It was in the vegetable isle. The only things in my cart were a bottle of Jack and a carton of Marlboros.

She had a shaved head and was covered with tattoos. Her tits were practically hanging out of her tank top and I could see the outline of her huge cock through her very tight cutoff jeans. I said “Hi.”

She shot back “get the fuck outta my way dickhead!”

Dejectedly I moved on. I have to admit I’ve never had too much luck with women. At 5’2” and over 300 lbs with a micropenis, it’s difficult, especially at my age.

Seeing that something had fallen out of her cart. I picked it up off the dirty floor, it was a cucumber, “hey you dropped something.”

“Keep it asshole, you look like you could use it more than me” she said.

After checking out, I thought “well guess it’s back home to jack off to t-girl porn again.” Unless I can pick up someone on the way home. I did drive my brown ’75 Pinto after all. You never know.

(To be continued…)

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[a9127]

Continued from above...

We go throught the checkout line. Out in the parking lot, my new friend says “Hey aren’t you the guy from TLB? I thought you lived around Indianapolis. I’ve always enjoyed your posts. I guess you really are 5’2" and fat after all. Actually I think that’s hot. Anyone can be tall and muscular. And I like older guys lots more. I’m 48. You must be at least 60. You look so much older than that picture on your WordPress site. And what a car! I’ve always loved Ford Pintos. By the way why do you have that ZR-1 in your avatar?

“It’s just to impress others. I figured that if the beautiful t-girls who visit the site thought I really drove a car like that they might want to go out with me” I say somewhat embarrassed. “And I never played football either in fact I was kicked off my pee wee team for smoking weed when I was 7.”

"Well I like it. And brown too. With rust. Sharp. They don’t make’ em like that anymore. I like the Purdue Boilermakers logo on the window. Did you go there?"

"No. A fifth grade dropout couldn't get into a school like that. Much less play football as small as I was. I was a groundskeeper and used to paint the white lines on the field before games. I got fired after the cheerleaders complained that I was staring at them."

"That's too bad. Stupid bitches. You know you’re sort of cute. Maybe you could stop by my place later for a drink?"

“OK. My name’s Andy.”

“I’m Rhonda. Nice to meet you.”

We load up the Pinto with her groceries and head over to her apartment. Stepping over all the drug addicts and drunks passed out in the hallway we are confronted by two teenagers with knives. Rhonda pulls out a .357 Magnum revolver and says “Go ahead make my day, fuckface.” The kids take off running.

When we get inside Rhonda pours us each a drink. Jack Daniels on the rocks. We sit down on her sofa and watch gay porn together. Pretty soon we are both hard. She unzips my pants. “Christ, you weren’t kidding it really IS small. But its so cute and hard too.” She begins to suck it then she pushes me back onto the couch and sits on my face. Her cock is huge! At least as big as Angeles Cid’s. She says “I don’t know if you could fuck anyone with that cute lil cock but I bet you can suck?”

Ramming her huge cock down my throat I gag at first then begin to suck. I’ve never sucked a cock before. I kind of like it. Rhonda begins to moan, her large body pinning me to the couch. It doesn’t take long before she cums all over my face.

Sitting up she says “Why don’t you jack off for me baby? I love for guys to beat off over me. I feel like such a slut. You like sluts don’t you?”

She sits on the couch with her legs spread and plays with her tits and cock while I rub my little cock until I shoot my load. She giggles and says “That was awesome Andy.”

It’s been fun but I tell her I better be getting home. “Where’s that?” “Oh, I live over on Warman Avenue.”

She says “Your profile says Zionsville. That’s where all the rich people live.”

“No that was just bullshit as well. I rent a duplex. About $550/mo. My welfare check barely covers it. Maybe you can come and visit me sometime?”

As I climb into my Pinto, Rhonda says “See you around little guy.”

On the way home I think about asking her to move in with me.

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[a9127]

It’s 2 AM when this incredibly beautiful girl walks into the gym. Usually I’m alone and like it that way but I can’t help noticing her. She is wearing tight black and yellow workout shorts despite it being January.

Figuring she doesn’t want to be bothered I go about my business as she heads over to one of the dressing rooms. A few minutes later she comes out. To my amazement she walks over to the free weight and machine area where I am and smiles at me.

I’m not sure what to do so I just say “Hi.”

“Hi” she says. “Is it OK if I use some of this stuff? Maybe I could work in with you?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Noticing my old college football t-shirt she asks “What position did you play?"

“Mostly middle linebacker and sometimes defensive end.”

“I was a safety. I played for one of your rivals. Sorry…” she giggles.

She is 6’2” and very muscular. I would guess she might be about 180 lbs. Maybe even 200. But not an ounce of fat. She has broad shoulders, powerful arms, long muscular legs. Her face is very beautiful. Her hazel eyes especially.

It’s kind of hard not to notice her large breasts and hard nipples under her tight tank top either. I don’t want to stare, but she already knows I think she’s hot. Her hair is a bright orange and yellow fade, cut in kind of a “shag” style that falls softly over her eyes.

There are five 45 lb. plates on either side of the bar. With a standard 7 foot Olympic bar that’s 495 pounds. Very few people can lift that much. Even large trained athletes.

“How much do you want?” I ask.

“This is OK” she says. “Let's see if I can still do it.”

She looks very strong but I don’t know. Carefully, she positions herself on the bench and arches her back keeping her butt on the bench. She obviously knows what she’s doing. Since I always work out alone at night, I use a “Hammer Strength” machine for bench presses and squats. It’s not an “official” lift but it gets the job done. And if anything goes wrong, there are pins to stop the weight from killing you.

As she pushes, her muscles stand out and the bar starts to rise. Slowly she presses it to arm’s length.

Letting it fall back onto the supports with a bang she gets up. “How was that?”

“Fucking awesome!” Really I’ve never seen anything like it.

“I’m sure you can a lot do more than me but that’s not bad for a girl is it? By the way, my name’s Rylee.”

“Andy. Nice to meet you.”

I had already finished my benches for the night so I let her do her sets. She uses less weight for reps but she’s still very strong. We spend the rest of the workout getting to know each other.

She’s stronger than anyone I’ve ever worked out with except for a few of my former college teammates. All much bigger at over 300 lbs. I’m surprised at how easy going and friendly she is.

Especially since she could probably beat the shit out of anyone I know.

Our conversation soon turns to sharing more personal information, and we laugh and joke around a lot. It’s obvious that there is chemistry and we are very attracted to each other. This workout is quickly turning into a “first date.”

I learn that she was born in 1992 which makes her 10 years younger than me. And it’s pretty clear that this is going somewhere. During a break, she says:

“You are not like most guys I’ve known, Andy. I feel like I can be myself around you. And I can tell you aren’t intimidated by a strong woman. That means a lot. I hope that at least we can be friends.”

Then a pause as she looks me in the eyes and smiles “If not more...”

Gradually we have made our way over to the other side of the gym where the cardio stuff is. Rylee notices an adductor machine sitting nearby and makes a joke about it. She asks me if I have ever used one.

“No. I always did stretching and other stuff like lunges.”

Laughing she says “Yeah. Me too. They seem more like fucking machines. I bet no one uses them for what they were intended.” Then looking across at me, she adds “I wonder what WE could do with one?”

Sitting down in the chair, Rylee puts her legs on either side of the pads and selects the entire stack of 300 lbs. Releasing the pin, she lets the machine spread her thighs far apart then she pulls them together again—almost like the weight was nothing.

Looking at me she sighs and raises her arms above her head then grabs the support. I can tell she’s looking over at the wall where they keep all the rubber “resistance bands.”

Giggling, she gives me that “look” again. I know she can see my hard-on through my long black basketball shorts. And I can see the outline of her own very large cock through her super tight shorts as well.

Getting a few of the bands, I tie her wrists over her head then tie her thighs and ankles to the machine. She is breathing very hard now and moans softly as she lets the machine spread her legs even farther. I gently pull down the waistband of her shorts and take out her cock and balls. Her cock is one of the biggest I’ve ever seen. Much bigger than mine. Very hard, it’s dripping pre-cum. I lightly stroke it and play with the head.

Rylee closes her eyes and leans back. “Fuck, Andy. That feels sooooo good…"

"You know what I’m thinking? I’m a spy that you caught trying to steal classified information. I’ve been trained to endure physical pain by the CIA but you are the one person who knows my weakness. I cannot stand prolonged cock teasing and edging. Eventually I will break and submit just so that you will let me cum. Sometimes it takes hours.”

These machines are set up so that it’s possible to kneel in front of someone using one. I bet we’re not the first couple that has ever used one for sex. Really, I’ve never seen anyone actually on one in the gym. Ever. They are too “embarrassing” for many people and have even become an Internet Meme.

But Rylee and I seem to be making good use of it.

Lightly stroking her throbbing cock, I say “We will continue with the torture until you submit. I’m afraid you are in for a long night young lady unless you cooperate.”

Giggling, Rylee says, “Do your worst. I’ll never tell you anything!”

For the next two or three hours I fiendishly torment Rylee using everything I know. Sucking her cock, licking the shaft, “polishing” the head, playing with her pee hole, gently squeezing her balls, teasing her nipples, tickling her ribs, everything.

Everything that is, except letting her cum. Which she desperately needs. She tries several times to thrust her cock into my hand but seeing that she’s about to cum, I stop. She will get no relief.

Gently brushing her hair out of her face, I look into Rylee’s eyes. There is a familiar feeling. I remember the first time I felt that way for a girl many years ago. There is a pause, then we kiss for the first time. It’s awesome. Deep and passionate. I’m falling in love with her. And we only just met.

Kneeling behind Rylee, I kiss her neck and gently massage her hard nipples. She throws her head back as I continue to slowly stroke her cock. All she says is “Oh Goddd…”

Her cock is now very red and extremely sensitive. Although hard to imagine I think it’s gotten even bigger. I ask “Are you ready to tell me what you know Rylee? Or shall we continue?”

“Yes. Anything. Please, Andy. Just let me cum.”

Suddenly the door opens. Shit! We never thought in the middle of the night we’d have a visitor. He is a small elderly man. Rylee turns her head around and looks at him. Neither one of us says anything. Or knows what to do.

All he can see is a really big guy playing games with his gorgeous muscular girlfriend tied to one of the weight machines. I don’t know if he noticed she also had a cock but all he says is “Sorry kids…” and leaves quickly. We both laugh. Then turning back to Rylee I say, “Where were we?”

“You were gonna let me cum Andy.”

“Oh. OK. No problem.”

With that, I begin to suck her beautiful cock harder and faster. Sliding my mouth up and down the shaft with regular strokes. Rylee’s body tenses, her eyes close, her breathing becomes shallow and regular, and as her back arches, she literally explodes into my mouth.

Her cum gets all over everything making a mess. I try to swallow as much as I can. Her screams are louder than anything I’ve ever heard during sex.

Good thing the streaming music they play is turned all the way up. When it’s over her body falls back against the chair and goes limp. I untie her, and she holds me tightly.

When she recovers, she says “It’s your turn baby. We’ll clean this up later.”

We go over to the TRX room where they have rubber mats. And more privacy. Lying on her back, Rylee says “That was wonderful Andy. Now I wanna fuck your brains out. My gym bag is over there.”

I get it and find a bottle of lubricant inside. She pulls her legs up. Gently I enter her. Her ass is very tight. She gasps and says “Jesus” when I am all the way in. As we fuck she starts to get hard again. I’m amazed. After cumming like that I don’t think I could get hard again for at least another day…

I want Rylee so badly.

After all the “foreplay” I am taking it very slow so I don’t cum too soon. But Rylee is already nearing her second orgasm and I can tell I am getting close. Her body stiffens again as I shoot my load deep inside her. Again and again. It seems to last forever. She claws at my back and pulls me close to her as she cums for the second time. Afterwards, we kiss as we lay there next to each other.

Laughing I say “So what are you doing Saturday?”

“Ummm… anything you want Andy. Maybe we could do something crazy like dinner and a movie? Oh, and I’d like you to meet my Mom and Dad.”

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[a9127]

Part I

“Do you really mean that?”

It’s been a few years since I last wrote about Kirsten. You might recall that we met late one night at the gym in Zionsville where we both workout. She is tall, about 6’ with long blonde hair, blue eyes, a 7” cock, and a slender but muscular body. If I had to compare her to anyone, I’d say she looks a lot like Aubrey Kate. Kirsten had played sports in High School (football and basketball) and as It turned out, we both graduated from the same University in Indiana where I played football.

We both love wild sex and Kirsten especially loves to be tied up or “act out’ elaborate bondage fantasies. Since we have a well equipped “dungeon” in our basement--along with all our workout equipment--it’s pretty easy to set up a “scene.”

Probably the craziest thing we ever did, until now, was to have sex on the back of my Harley after leaving ila’s and Princess Shawn’s party. Sex on a motorcycle is not usually dangerous (have done it many times ) but at 3:00 AM at 90 mph on the Interstate it can be. I almost fell off after cumming. Fortunately, Kirsten is very strong and grabbed my arm and kept me from falling off.

I did say “until now.”

Many times Kirsten has talked about what it would be like to not have a cock. She loves to have me fuck her more than anything else and while she enjoys getting a blowjob or letting me play with her cock she has hinted that she wouldn’t mind it if she didn’t have one.

“Yes, Andy. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. We are both smart and know people with medical backgrounds. I bet we could work it into a scene. That would be like the ultimate orgasm. Fuck!!! I’m SO turned on by the idea! What do you think?”

“It sounds really dangerous Kirsten. What if we screwed it up? You could bleed to death. Then I’d be arrested for murder... I can see it now: Zionsville Man Kills Girlfriend During Kinky Sex.”

Giggling, Kirsten says “Andy, you’re so silly as always. I guess that’s one reason I love you. No Andy, we would check it out totally and make sure we did it right. I’ve been reading lots about this. There was even a story on the Internet about two gay lovers that did something like that.”

“Are you sure that story was real? I mean, the risks are way too high. Sorry...”

Pissed, Kirsten goes into our bedroom, slams the door, and locks it. I guess nothing’s happening tonight.


Part II

Fast forward to a few weeks later. I knew this was very important to Kirsten. But too risky. To be honest, I wasn’t totally convinced she really wanted to be castrated. Part of me suspected it was a fantasy. Although I gathered there was a genuine desire on her part to lose her penis eventually. During that time I talked to a Doctor friend of mind. He warned me against it but did give me some ideas for doing it safely. He also suggested many things to read.

Always a good student, I did my homework...

It took a while but I modified one of our racks downstairs so that it would accommodate Kirsten’s cock and balls in sort of a “vise like” contraption. We could begin the scene with some sort of “torture” scenario—which she loves. The rack would be padded and her ass would be raised so that it would be easy to fuck her. Sort of like a “torture chair rack type of thing.” Her legs would be spread wide and strapped into place. Her body, especially her hips, would be tightly secured so there was no movement. Her arms and wrists would be restrained with leather cuffs.

Not that different from our usual fun and games.

What would be different however this time would be the “quick release” bright orange handles positioned where Kirsten could grab them and pull at the right instant. When she did, heavy weights would drop and a thin wire wrapped around the base of her cock would tighten cutting her cock off quickly. I tested it several times to make sure it worked, using thick sausages, cucumbers, zucchini, etc.

It worked.

At the moment of her choosing, Kirsten would grab the handles and pull down. It would be her decision alone and there was no going back. I made sure that my own cock and balls would be out of harm’s way even if I was fucking her at that instant. I loved playing with her cock and sucking it. I would miss that part of her. But this was the woman I loved more than anything. Above all I wanted her to be happy.

We had prepared all the medical supplies that we would need in advance and discussed this at length. Including her recuperation. We would have our phones ready to dial 911 just in case. And we let our friends know we were planning “something really crazy” but we didn’t tell them what.

She came down to look at the device. “Jesus, Andy. That shit is real! Wow. God, I’m so turned on.” She reached out and touched the wires then felt the pull handles. We went back upstirs to our bedroom. That night I would suck her beautiful cock for what might be the last time. Maybe the “drama” had something to do with it. But whatever, it was some of the best sex we’ve ever had. We fell asleep snuggled up together.

She was ready. I’m not sure I was.


Part III

The next morning she was up and around very early. She was dressed in a short, dirty, torn, shirt. It looked sort of like something a medieval prisoner might wear. Her long blonde hair was messy. Her makeup was smeared. I could tell she hadn’t taken a shower like she usually does. Still, she looked fucking hot.

As she always does...

“Andy, I’m your filthy slut. I have been accused of having sex with over 20,000 guys and been sentenced to be tortured on the rack, whipped, then castrated. You are the “sexy executioner” who’s job it is to carry out my sentence. But not before you fuck me several times.”

(Where DOES she get these ideas anyway? )

Of course as my “prisoner” she will be required to wear chains all day. Her cock will be kept in chastity but I will be allowed to tease it mercilessly, feel her tits, fuck her, or require her to suck my cock at anytime. Then, at midnight, she will be led to the dungeon where her sentence will be carried out. Of course she loves this kind of stuff. It’s usually her that comes up with these ideas anyway.

The clock above our fireplace strikes midnight. I lead her downstairs. She climbs up on to the rack and I strap her in. Her cock is now straining against its cage. I can tell she wants to cum. I wonder how long we’ll actually have?

Soon she is restrained and her hard cock, now free of its steel prison, is dripping pre cum. I can’t help teasing and sucking it. She moans and says “God Andy, that feels sooooo good. Christ. Don’t stop baby...” She’s now in total control of the levers that will release the weights, pulling the wire taught, and slicing off her cock. It could be anytime.

Kirsten cumms in my mouth for what might be the last time. She still hasn’t pulled the levers yet. She is so turned on she starts to get hard again right away. She looks me in the eyes. I’ve never seen her so intense. This time she says “Fuck me baby... Like you never have before.” I can’t begin to describe the feelings I have for this woman. There’s no need for words. We know fully well how we feel about each other.

Slowly, I fuck her as she writhes and moans. Her breasts rise and fall. Her cock is hard as a rock and strains against the wire wrapped tightly around the base. It looks even bigger than 7” it’s head is throbbing. I notice her hands gripping the levers. Her body is straining against the black leather straps binding her to the rack. She is covered in oil and sweat. Every muscle in her beautiful body stands out.

We continue like this for several more minutes. I lose track of time. And her “predicament” as well. I cum deep inside her, maybe harder than ever. She cums again. Shooting a huge load. I hear a “click” then the sound of the weights falling.

She screams, then passes out. My own orgasm was so intense, that I black out for a second.

Looking up I see her lying back against the bench. The weights have dropped to the floor. Her hands have let go of the levers. She is silent.

And she still has her cock.

Waking up, she starts to laugh. “Fuck Andy. That was really something. Shit... I think we outdid ourselves this time. Damn. I’m glad you knew what you were doing!”

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[Boner]

Wow! I was on the edge of my seat! Edging...

[leftcoastguy]

here's my favorite

[a9127]

This is a story I first read long ago. Originally dating to 1997. Surprised the site is still around... Lots of stuff from the late 90's through mid 2000's.

From a “gay” archive but I always used to imagine the characters as pretty young femboys, with long blond hair, blue eyes, slim, fit, muscular bodies, hairless, large cocks, etc... Around my age... In this case perhaps a little older.

You get the idea.

http://www.malespank.com/mmsa/xxx/spank/st316.html

[a9127]

Was searching the Internet today for stuff about this site and found this. I had forgotten all about it. '75 Pinto...

Originally Posted by a9127

I first saw her while shopping at the local Kroger’s off Washington Street (Bad part of town in Indianapolis. Nothing but prostitutes, robberies, murders, and drug deals). Daangerous but good place to go if you wanna get laid. Or busted... About 3 AM. It was in the vegetable isle. The only things in my cart were a bottle of Jack and a carton of Marlboros.

She had a shaved head and was covered with tattoos. Her tits were practically hanging out of her tank top and I could see the outline of her huge cock through her very tight cutoff jeans. I said “Hi.”

She shot back “get the fuck outta my way dickhead!”

Dejectedly I moved on. I have to admit I’ve never had too much luck with women. At 5’2” and over 300 lbs with a micropenis, it’s difficult, especially at my age.

Seeing that something had fallen out of her cart. I picked it up off the dirty floor, it was a cucumber, “hey you dropped something.”

“Keep it asshole, you look like you could use it more than me” she said.

After checking out, I thought “well guess it’s back home to jack off to t-girl porn again.” Unless I can pick up someone on the way home. I did drive my brown ’75 Pinto after all. You never know.

(To be continued…)

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[a9127]

OMG!!! Another one. Does Dove Cameron know about this?

Originally Posted by a9127

At 81 I’m still in amazing shape. Retired from teaching, I still am active with my company. I workout 5x a week and take all kinds of vitamins and supplements. I can still bench press over 300 lbs. I own a Harley and ride it every day. I also take about 10 Viagra a day…

My girlfriend is 29. We met downtown where she works as a bartender at one of the gay clubs. She moved in with me not long after we met. Our sex life is awesome. Her cock is bigger than mine but it doesn’t matter. I love to have her sit on top of me while I suck her off. She likes wild and crazy sex including bondage. She says I know how to treat a woman better than anyone her own age.

For my 82nd birthday, she is going to buy me a new Harley and have her girlfriends over and let me fuck all of them. Whenever we go out, people say “Your Granddaughter is so beautiful.” We just laugh it off. Once she said to another couple “Thanks. He’s actually my boyfriend.” Shoulda seen the look on their faces.