Your Favorite Shemale fantasy

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Already having asked her to marry me (“A Long Weekend”), in this story, Kirsten and I go for a “ride” on my motorcycle…

Last Saturday I went into the garage and found Kirsten sitting on my Harley. “Oh. Hi Andy. Sorry. I was just checking it out. I can’t believe how massive it is. I haven’t ridden anything like this before and I was just wondering what it felt like.” “Have you ever been on a motorcycle?” I ask.

“Just a little dirt bike when I was maybe 10. Nothing like this.”

“No problem Kirsten, if you want, we can go for a ride later.”

Giggling you say “Sure. Anytime with you baby… Oh, you mean on the bike?”

“Well, first we’ll have to make a trip to the Harley dealership and get you a helmet and something to wear. Then we can go riding around here. This is one thing I’m not going to be silly about. I’ve had two friends who were killed. Cars and trucks aren’t forgiving. Neither is asphalt. We’ll have to get you some boots and you can’t wear shorts. I don’t want anything happening to those legs.”

“OK. Whatever you say Andy.”

Much later that day we come back with all your stuff. We’ll worry about paying for it later—that’s what credit cards are for. “Kirsten, the first thing is learning how to sit on the bike properly. And I want to make sure you know what everything does.”

“OK. Great. I’ll be right back!” When you return I’m stunned. I don’t remember you looking quite like this in the store when you were trying on different outfits. Your black leather pants are so tight and your jacket is unzipped down to your waist. Your boots make you about 6’2” so your legs look even longer than usual. You must have spent the last hour working on your hair and makeup. Somehow I think this first “lesson” is going to be more fun than I thought…

“I wanted to look good for you, Andy.”

“You always look good Kirsten.” We spend the next few minutes with you sitting behind me as I explain all the controls and what to watch out for. I also make sure you know where to put your feet and that you remember to hold on to me tightly.

“Like this?” you giggle as you lean your head against me and “accidentally” let one hand slip down to my crotch running it over my growing hard on. “Kirsten, I’m serious. You could fall off and get killed if you do something like that when we’re on the highway!”

“Sorry Andy, I’ll be sooooo serious from now on” you say frowning. Then “I think I’ve got it. Hey! Why don’t you let ME sit up front and you show me again how everything works!” After switching positions, I ask if you remember anything about your dirt bike. “A little. I learned how to shift and brake.” “Well this thing weighs over 700 pounds. But basically it works the same way.”

Before I can finish the “lesson” you begin flirting with me again. Your ass looks fantastic in leather and you know it. “I want to take YOU for a ride, Andy. I love having your arms tight around me. All I can think about now is your cock inside me.” You lean your head way back and we kiss. I reach inside your unzipped jacket and feel your breasts. Your nipples are hard and the leather jacket makes you hot and sweaty. As we continue kissing I gently stroke your hard cock through your leather pants as you rub your sexy ass up against me.

“I’ve got an idea. Let me get off for a sec…” You climb off and remove your boots and leather pants. But not your jacket. Putting your boots back on, you climb on the bike and holding the handlebars, bend over, straddling the bike with your long legs spread very wide. You turn your head around and we kiss passionately as I lean over and run my hands all over your gorgeous body and ass and up and down your thighs. I tease your nipples and kiss you on the neck. When our mouths meet again you playfully bite me on the lip. “You know how I like it baby…” you say in a husky voice. Fucking you very hard from behind, reaching around I stroke your cock. Naturally we make lots of noise. “Ohhhhh…. Fuck yesss… God…” For a moment I wonder if the neighbors can hear us but I don’t really care. When we cum I shoot my load inside of you and you shoot yours all over the gas tank and seat.

After we recover you look back at me with a naughty smile and say “Sorry I messed up your ‘riding lesson’ Andy. I guess I’ve been a bad girl…” “Kirsten, you really are amazing. I love you.” “I love you too Andy.” Then you add “You know I’m looking forward to taking a motorcycle trip with you. I’d love to meet your family in Michigan. Until then I want to park that thing in our bedroom. That was fucking awesome. Let’s do it again!”

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[franalexes]

For those that may not know about the above post,
A "Harley" as a secondary tool, is a very expensive vibrator. ( not my choice of use.)
But, it works.

[Pollux]

"A Ride on my Harley"

That's really a good story Andy!

And thanks for the extra info Fran.

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Originally Posted by Pollux

That's really a good story Andy!

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.

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“I’m sorry I messed up your ‘motorcycle lesson.’ I guess I was a ‘bad girl’ after all. You might have to tie me to the bed and spank me.” You say, giggling. “Seriously I really do want to go riding with you, Andy.”

“That’s OK Kirsten, I think you know enough now that we could take the bike out for a ride. Just remember to hold on tight. I’ll take care of the rest…”

“I like the sound of that. I’ll be right back sweetie...”

Coming downstairs you look incredible in your tight black leather pants, boots, and jacket. I remember being literally stunned by your beauty the first time I saw you at the gym that night. With your long straight strawberry-blonde hair, blue eyes, beautiful face, and standing 6’2” in your boots, you look awesome. If Harley-Davidson had any sense they’d use you in an ad campaign to attract women riders.

“You will need to wear this too baby” I say giving you your helmet. “Indiana doesn’t have a ‘helmet law’ but I do--for you.”

"Where are we going anyway?”

“Well I thought we could ride around Zionsville for a while. The speed limit is 45 and maybe we could go through some of the old neighborhoods. If everything goes well, we could get on I-65 and head up to West Lafayette. I’m sure you remember THAT place.”

“We could go see our old dorm! Too bad I’m seven years behind you. Wouldn’t that have been awesome if we had been ‘roommates’? Also I never realized you played on the team that went to the Rose Bowl. Sorry, but I found some of your stuff in the garage.”

“No problem. You told me you played football too.”

“Yes. In high-school I was pretty good. Tall and fast. My Dad always wanted a ‘son.’ He got me instead… I really tried to be a ‘guy.’ My parents never understood it. That I was a girl inside I mean. They just thought it was some kind of phase. They took me to different doctors and one time my Dad said he was ashamed of me and that I should ‘grow up.’ My life as a teen was miserable. After I graduated from college and got a job I basically said ‘fuck you’ and I’ve been on my own ever since.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that Kirsten. You know how much I love you. I just can’t believe that your parents treated you like that. You are such a beautiful, intelligent, amazing, wonderful person. Anyone in their right mind should be proud to have a son--or daughter--like you.”

“I know you feel that way Andy. And I think my parents understand who I am a little better now. We’ve had lots of talks. But there’s still a lot of hard feelings. By the way, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, baby.”

“When I was looking through your ‘stuff’ in that box I found an old picture of you with a friend. You guys looked like you might have been 11 or 12. You were both so cute! Who was she?”

“Her name was Stephanie. That picture was taken in August 1992. We went to King’s Island with my family. At that time, I still knew her as ‘Stephen.’ We were really good friends. My parents thought we were gay. She had a lot easier time with her family than it sounds like you had with yours. You wouldn’t believe some of the conversations I had with my Mom and Dad! But basically they were totally accepting of us. We dated through high-school.”

“I know you told me you had been married before but Stephanie was your first girlfriend wasn’t she? That explains a lot Andy. I hope you don’t mind that I saw that picture. I think it’s really sweet.”

“No. I’m glad we’ve shared this. I love you Kirsten.” With that, I start the bike. In the garage even with the door open it is louder than anything you have ever heard. I can tell you are a little taken back by it but I can see the excitement in your eyes. I have a feeling this is going to be a great day. “Get on baby, you’re about to become a ‘motorcycle slut’” I say laughing. “You are such a butthole sometimes Andy but I love you…” you say climbing on and putting your arms around me.

Heading out of the driveway we just go around the subdivision. Maybe doing about 20 or 30. You are doing a good job of paying attention and not letting go. After a few minutes I decide we can head out into traffic so we turn onto Oak street. The speed limit is 45 and then 35 in downtown Zionsville. We turn around and head all the way back past where we live to the shopping center. Stopping, I ask you if you think you are ready for the Interstate.

“Fuck yeah! I love this!”

We merge onto I-65 and instantly encounter a bunch of trucks headed to Chicago. You tighten your grip on me and I can tell you are a little nervous. I quickly get us out of the ‘traffic jam’ and soon we are cruising along at 70. There’s not a lot of traffic at this hour so you have time to relax and enjoy the ride. The trip to Lafayette is less than an hour and soon we are back in familiar territory. We stop at “Triple XXX” for lunch then head onto campus. Over lunch, you say “I’d like to see Ross-Ade stadium if we can. I wish I’d seen you play. You think they will let us in?”

“Yeah, probably. I still know some people around here.”

Since the dorms haven’t opened up for students yet everything is locked. And most of the campus is about like I remembered it. It’s fun to see a lot of the old places but what makes it special is sharing it with you, Kirsten. I’m thinking about where we could go to fool around. This campus always struck me as designed by engineers for engineers and there were never any really good places to “make out.” It would be awesome if we could get into the dorm and “borrow” one of the rooms. We then head to the football stadium and after talking with security, I manage to get him to let us in. We go out onto the field. It’s the first time I’ve been down here in many years. A lot of old memories come back. It’s weird to see it so empty.

You walk up beside me and hold my hand. “Wow. I’ve never seen it from down here. What are you thinking about Andy?”

“Doing it on the 50-yard line.”

“Silly… there’s people around! But I like the way you’re thinking. Keep saying stuff like that.”

“If we had been in the same graduating class this is where I would have proposed to you Kirsten.”

“That’s really sweet Andy, but I liked you way you did propose to me lots better.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too baby. You know I’m not very subtle. I wanna fuck your brains out Andy. Where do you think we can go?”

“I don’t know Kirsten. Maybe we can stop some place or wait ‘till we get home. Think you can stand it?”

“No. But you’re really in for it when we get back… Andy, I want you to know it was special coming here with you. I didn’t really have a boyfriend back then. All I did was study. I meant what I said earlier, I wish we could have been roommates. Then we could have had sex all the time.”

Soon we are back on I-65 and headed home. I can feel your hard cock and even though I told you to be careful you are grinding your hips against me. Of course I also have a hard on. God I want you so bad. There’s only one thing to do. Seeing a sign for a rest stop and picnic area. I pull over and realize that it’s deserted plus there is a woods nearby. You know exactly what I’m thinking.

Getting off the bike we both remove our helmets and without saying anything start kissing and feeling each other up. The sensation of our hard cocks touching through our leather pants is amazing. I remove your jacket. Kneeling in front of you I suck your beautiful cock as you say “God that feels wonderful Andy. Don’t stop…” I can tell you are getting close as your body tenses and you cum. It tastes great and I swallow all of it. Then you say “Just lie back baby” as you go to work on me. It doesn’t take long and soon I explode into your mouth. For a long time, we just lay there on the grass. It is really a great feeling. I just want to spend forever with you Kirsten. We talk about our future plans and what a beautiful day it’s been. It’s just nice being together.

Soon we both start to get hard again and you give me that “look.” I know what THAT means. A few feet away there are two trees. I noticed you checking them out earlier. Getting a coil of rope out of one of the saddle bags I cut four lengths and tie you spread eagled between the trees. You moan softly as I play with your now very hard nipples and cock. The afternoon sun is hot and your magnificent body is covered in sweat. We kiss and you say “I told you I was a bad girl. You know what you have to do, baby…” So standing behind you I spank your ass with my hand. I’m not sure about this at first but I can tell you are SO turned on. Of course I’m careful not to really hurt you. “Christ, Kirsten you are such a slut!” “Fuck Andy, that feels so good. God, I would be YOUR slut anytime…” It doesn’t look like anyone is around so there is no reason to hurry. I take my time slowly teasing your cock, playing with your nipples, and spanking you.

Keeling behind you I kiss your long legs all the way from your feet up to your ass. I also take this opportunity to slowly stroke your cock which now is rock hard. Breathlessly you say “Fuck me now, Andy.” Inserting my finger, I massage your prostate. Then just when it seems you can’t take anymore I enter you and we both come very quickly. Our orgasms are brief but intense. I am so spent I just kneel there with my arms around you and my head resting against your ass. You go limp in your bonds. If someone was to come along now I’m not sure what we would do.

Getting up I walk around and cut all of the ropes holding you. Putting your arms around my neck you kiss me like you never have before. It’s like you are going to take my face off. When we finally come up for air you say “God, I love you so much Andy. I’m so glad I met you.”

“When we get back home, wanna go for three?” I say. “Sure, baby. I was thinking more like four or five…” We get dressed and back on the bike and all the way home you hold on to me tightly. I can feel your cock getting hard again and I know that tonight will be special too.

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“So you would prefer to be ‘cut’” the beautiful nurse said as I sat on the examining table.

“Yes. I think it would look better” I say.

“Really, that’s a matter of preference” she said. “I actually like both. Let me examine you. I need you to take off your pants…”

A little embarrassed, I remove both my pants and underwear for her. “Joe Boxer? What are you, like 12? Do you have a Justin Bieber poster in your room also?”

“My girlfriend bought them for me” I say sheepishly (actually I lied, I’ve never had a girlfriend and I really did go to see Justin Bieber last year…).

“Let me see what we have to work with” she says calmly. “Not much… but I’ll see what I can do… You know that we require ‘payment in advance’?”

“Well I just lost my job so you will have to send me a bill.”

“Maybe we can work something out. You know you’re sort of cute…” she says. “Have you ever seen a real cock before?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean a ‘real’ cock not that little ‘thingy’ you have. Come here.”

A little nervous I walk over to her. With her heels she is well over 6’ and towers over me. Up close she is even more beautiful. I can feel my ‘thingy’ starting to get hard.

“Aww…. that’s so cute. You like me! Unfortunately, I hate to say it but I don’t believe you have a ‘girlfriend’ in fact I don’t think you have ever had sex. Your little weiner couldn’t penetrate a donut hole honey. But I think there’s still something we could do…”

“What?”

“Get down on your knees baby.”

I do what she says. Lifting up her dress, she pulls down her panties revealing what is probably the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. The only place I’ve ever seen anything like it is on the Internet while watching porn. And it’s not even fully hard yet!

“I want you to suck it.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can tell you want to. Look at how hard you have gotten just in the last couple of minutes.”

“But I’m not gay.”

“Listen sweetie, liking a girl like me doesn’t make you ‘gay.’” Smiling at me she says “Take a really good look. I’ll bet you have beat off to women who look just like me on the Internet. Does it really matter if I have a cock or a pussy?”

She had a point there. Tall and blonde, with huge tits, beautiful face, long legs, great ass. She looked just like my fantasy “dream girl.”

“OK. But how do I do it?”

“Well, you’ve sucked other things haven’t you? Just go for it. I’ll tell you how you are doing. By the way I really do think you are a cute guy.”

With that I begin to suck her hardening cock. Awkwardly at first. Then better as I go.

“That’s pretty good for a beginner sweetie… and it feels great.” Giggling you say “You’re a natural. Just keep it up…”

You are really hard now and I can tell your body has grown more tense. You are making moaning sounds just like the ones I have heard from people in porn movies. Your cock has also begun to emit “precum.” I have noticed this myself when masturbating. It makes me realize that you are truly enjoying this and I realize that I am too.

After a few minutes you stiffen and brace yourself against the examining table. As you cry out “Oh… Shit… Fucking God…” you shoot your load into my mouth. I gag at first but recover and swallow most of your cum. Holding my head gently you say “That was fantastic baby.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before. I have to say I liked it. A lot. So does that take care of my ‘payment’?”

“Yes. But if I could give you some advice. I’m not sure you really want to be circumcised. Many guys aren’t and some studies have shown that there is more ‘sensitivity’ if you’re not. You saw that I was ‘uncut.’ If you decide later you do want the procedure, I’ll perform it. For now, why don’t you let me return the favor? Just lie down on the table sweetie. I’ll do the rest…”

“Whatever you say nurse!”

Laying down on the table I am so excited. I have never been harder and my own “precum” has been flowing for quite some time. What can I say? You are totally an “expert” at this and you start by licking my little shaft and gently teasing the head of my cock with your tongue. It almost feels like “electricity” running down my cock. When you explore my pee hole with your tongue, I almost jump off the table.

“Maybe I’ll have to use the ‘patient restraints’ if you can’t keep still” you giggle. “Try holding on to the sides of the table.”

I do as you say and then you start sucking my cock. Slowly at first then gradually faster. I can feel the tension building and the feeling in my groin. It’s like when I jack off but much more intense. She’s right, I’ve never been with anyone before. Suddenly, I feel the contractions as I cum into her mouth. Unlike her, I just let out a little “Unnnggghhh…” The wave of pleasure is unlike anything I’ve felt before and I lie there totally relaxed.

Looking down at me she says “Hope you liked that baby. I don’t do that with just any patient.”

“It was awesome baby... I mean nurse!”

“My name’s Rebecca, but you can call me ‘Becky.’ As I said, if you really want to go through with circumcision I will perform the procedure but I think you are doing fine as you are. Here’s my card in case you have any questions later or need to schedule another ‘appointment’ with me.”

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As we sit in the living room on the couch, I tell Kirsten about my dream. She says “Well I do like the part where I’m tied to the rack and you are tormenting my cock. But I don’t like pain, and I know in reality you’d never hurt me no matter what. It’s OK baby, let’s go back to bed. Tomorrow we can start planning our trip to Michigan.”

Then she asks “By the way Andy, did you drink that entire fucking bottle of NyQuill before you went to bed?”

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Before we can leave for Michigan, I’ve got to get my grading done. Kirsten has been off all week and I have finals to grade. We’ve spent a lot of that time planning our trip. I have been busy at my desk since dinner, not even watching the Colts-Jets game. Suddenly Kirsten comes up behind me leans over and puts her arms around me and says “Well Dr. Andy how is the grading coming? Would I have to sleep with the professor to get an ‘A’ in your class?”

Totally engrossed in what I’m doing I keep working and offhandedly remark “No sweetie, you were a 4.0 student at Purdue.”

“That’s not what I mean baby, I mean would I have to sleep with YOU to get an ‘A’?” she whispers very suggestively into my ear as she kisses my neck and runs her hands down to my crotch stroking my cock through my pants.

Turning around, I see she is dressed in a very short jean miniskirt and tight tank top that hides practically nothing. She is also wearing 6” stiletto heels. I forget all about my grading as she sits on my lap, her thighs on either side. Her hard cock presses up against me as she kisses me very aggressively. I kiss her back just as hard. “You know I bet all those sluts in your class would like to fuck their teacher but I can do stuff that will blow your mind baby… I’m a bigger slut than all of them” she says giggling.

Kneeling on the floor she begins to suck my now very hard cock. “You know I would do anything to get an ‘A’ Dr. Andy. Shit, I’d fuck you anytime baby. You are so fucking hot…”

Sliding down together onto the rug in my office. Kirsten lays on her back while I suck her beautiful cock. Then she pulls her legs up and says “That feels so awesome, you must be a good teacher. You know I want you so badly Andy.”

Entering her, we fuck, fast and hard. Our orgasms are quick and powerful. I cum deep inside of her then collapse on top of her as she holds me tightly. “So do I get an ‘A’ Professor?”

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Our trip to Michigan this Christmas was wonderful. Kirsten got to see where I grew up in Troy, and finally meet my family. Of course we took the ’69 Chevelle out on a date. Naturally I let her drive. Mostly so I could play with the driver’s cock. At first I thought I would get slapped but she just giggled and said “You’re something else, Andy. What am I going to do with you baby?” We found a private place not too far from where Stephanie and I used to go to make out. We both came like three times until we decided we better head back before the cops showed up as we were not too far from a construction site. It was very cold so we kept the engine running and amazingly the 47 year old heater worked great!

My aunt and uncle put us up in their basement rec room and we spent Christmas eve making love in front of the fireplace. By our standards it was pretty tame although I did tie Kirsten to a chair and sucked her off very slowly. I had to gag her as she was making so much noise we were afraid we would wake up everyone. Lying together in front of the fire, we talked again about where we want to get married and Kirsten decided that Indiana would be OK. That’s where all our friends live and where our life is now. We will have a reception at our house in Zionsville this summer then ride our Harley’s up to Northern Michigan and stay at the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island.

Kirsten also took my entire family out to dinner at the Somerset Collection Mall and then we went Christmas shopping. On the way home we went to a tree farm and bought a live tree for my aunt and uncle. We had driven my 4x4 since the weather was bad so bringing it home was no problem. We also got all new ornaments and lights and Kirsten made her own special brand of “spiked” egg nog.

As 2016 draws to a close, I realize how fortunate I am to have met such a wonderful girl. We both agreed that we have a great life together. This is only the beginning.

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