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You pick yourself back up off the bed, wobbling unsteadily on your changed feet. You look at yourself in the mirror: a tall, leggy blonde with perfect D-cup breasts... and a 7-inch penis, rapidly becoming flaccid once more. "So I'm a... a..." You search for the word. "...a shemale?" You don't quite know what to make of it; part of you wishes the transformation had gone further, giving you a vagina to play with, but you feel happy with your new form nonetheless. You think of all the fun you could have with your new body... all the men, and women, you could meet... and fuck... and smile. Your cock begins to rise once more. Maybe this won't be so bad after all!
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All during dinner, my mind was trying to build up enough courage to invite her on a weekend trip. Finally, as we finished dinner, I said, Misha, Our family has a cabin near Lake Tahoe and I would like to invite you up there coming weekend. Suddenly, a pained look crossed her face. She reached over and placed her hand on mine, and said. I like you very much, you are a lot of fun to be with but I feel I must tell you something about me. I looked at her hand and then her pained face. You know Misha that I like you and will try to understand if you don't want to get serious with me. No, no, she said, it's not that, it's um, well I am a transsexual. For a moment, I stared at her trying to process what she said. I had never known a transsexual although I had a pretty good idea what the term meant. As the shock wore off, I said, Misha you are a very nice person, I like you and I hope you will come with me to the cabin. If you want to just be friends, that's okay. You are fine just the way you are. The pain left her face and a lovely smile flowed over her. She leaned over the table and kissed me on the lips. Thank you, she said. We left early Saturday morning and arrived at the cabin that evening. It was chilly so I started a fire in the fireplace. I then opened a bottle of Pinot Noir, sliced some cheese and made a plate of crackers and cheese. Misha was sitting on the couch facing the fire as I brought in the wine and snacks. I sat down beside her as she looked up at me and smiled. I thought to myself, god she is so beautiful. We lifted our glasses of wine and toasted as the firelight glinted through the ruby red wine. I turned and looked into those deep blue eyes and could see the flames flickering in them. I slowly moved to her and gently kissed her lips. I felt them soften as she accepted. I felt an upwelling of love as we embraced and continued kissing. I love you, I said. She looked into my eyes with tears in hers and said you are a good man and I am beginning love you too. She then placed her head on my shoulder as I held her in my arms. She looked up at me and we both smiled, this is bliss, I thought. We continued to sip our wine and watch the flickering flames. I felt very antsy about pursuing her sexually and apparently she sensed my anxiety. It's been a long day and I need some sleep, are you Okay with that? She said. I felt some relief; I needed more time to sort out my emotions. The next morning, I made coffee and brought it to the bedroom. She was sitting up in bed and I got into bed next to her and we sipped our coffee. As we finished our coffee she moved her hand across my thigh to between my legs. I immediately got an erection as she looked at me to see my reaction. I kissed her and reached over between her legs and felt her cock beginning to swell. It wasn't long before we were both fully erect. Her hand wrapped around my cock was the most blissful feeling I had ever experienced. We both sat there with our eyes closed feeling the erotic pleasure in our turgid cocks. This is wonderful, I said. Yes I love it, I enjoy the sensual bliss residing in my tranny cock. It's as though my female side and male side have combined to double the pleasure. She said, this may be difficult for you, but let's not go further for now, Okay? I agreed, but my cock really wanted to continue exploring her sexuality. ![]() ![]()
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We showered, had a quick breakfast and went out for a walk. As we went down the path the weather was brisk and bright and I felt great. We were chatting away when she gave me a bump that almost knocked me off the trail. I bumped her back and she pushed me down and ran away laughing. I got up and pursued her. I was surprised how fast she was but I was gaining on her. As she looked back at me she tripped on a stick and fell down and I was on her in an instant. I tried to kiss her but she grabbed my arms and started to roll me over. I was amazed at her strength and I struggled to hold her down. I managed to hold her arms over her head and look down at her flushed face. As I looked into her eyes, I felt her relax slightly and she smiled. "You won't get away with this next time" she said. Physically subduing her was an amazing turn on and I began kissing her with increasing passion. She responded with equal passion and we melted into each other. We gradually came out of the meltdown and slowly stood up. I brushed the leaves off her back and gave her butt a squeeze. "Watch it buster, those puppies are for special occasions", she said. We both laughed and headed for the cabin. She started running and we raced back to the cabin neck and neck. At the last moment, she put in a burst of energy and beat me by a hair. We gasped for air and fell down on the couch. Once I caught my breath, I grabbed her and started tickling her. She squealed and tried to get away but I was able to hold her. She said, stop it!, stop it!, If you don't stop it, I will get and erection. "Ah, ha, then I will never stop. I tickled her some more. "If you don't watch it, I will take you when you least expect it", she said. I felt a tingle in the loins when she said that. I was still on top of her looking into her eyes and she whispered in my ear, "would you like to suck me?. The rush of excitement was almost unbearable. I was shaking as I clumsily tried to unbutton her jeans. She helped me get them unbuttoned and I pulled them down her lovely legs. I could see a nice bulge in her panties and knelt down and kissed it. I then pulled down her panties and proceeded to passionately love her tranny cock. She squirmed and moaned as I stroked it and sucked it and licked it and kissed it. I loved it, I could feel the throbbing urgent sex in there getting ready to reward me with her love juices. Suddenly all of her sexual tension was released filling me with her love. Her thighs grasped my head as the last of her orgasmic contractions throbbed between my lips. This is heaven, I thought. ![]()
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I rolled over and she immediately went on me and worked my cock into an erotic frenzy with her tongue. Stroking and sucking to the point of orgasm and then pausing and again working it up. Over and over she did it until I pleaded with her to finish me off I couldn't take any more. When it happened, it was like Mt. Vesuvius erupting. I had never cum like that before. We just sat there on the couch for a long time holding each other and not saying anything. This was a special moment for me and I believed it was for Misha. We pulled ourselves together, showered and decided to go out for dinner. The village was not far away so we decided to walk. I held her hand as we strolled down the country road. It was late afternoon and the tree shadows were stretching across the meadow. The village had a good restaurant since this is a popular ski area in the winter. I made reservations so our table was ready. As we walked to the table, I watched the men and some women notice her. Her stunning beauty and the way she walked caught their attention. It pleased me that she was mine and that they had no idea she was transsexual. It is so delightful to go to a nice restaurant with beautiful women. I slid my foot over to hers and she slipped off her shoe and began rubbing my leg. We ordered steamed clams in garlic sauce as an appetizer and fresh caught salmon for dinner. I loved watching her eat, the movement of her sensual lips was very erotic as she savored the succulent salmon, licking her lips with each bite. We had a nice bottle of Chardonnay with dinner, but passed on the desserts as we were both stuffed. It was dark as we returned to the cabin. Fortunately, we had flashlights to see our way. We entered the cabin and I proceeded to start a fire in the fireplace. We got into our nightclothes and with a blanket over our legs got comfortable on the couch in front of the fire. I put my arm around her and she cuddled up to me. I thought about how delightful the morning was when we sat in bed holding each other's cocks and feeling the erotic bliss emanating from them. She said, you know, I really enjoyed this morning. There are times when just some moderate sexual pleasure is desirable. Going at it all night can be great but it's like burning a candle at both ends. I am glad you enjoy the sensitive blissful aspect of erotic pleasure. I said, you know I was just thinking the same thing. I hugged her and gently cradled one of her lovely breasts. She sighed and kissed me. She said, would you like to kiss them? I love you and I love your beautiful breasts. I unbuttoned her night clothes and revealing her petite lovelies. Leaning over I kissed the nipple of each one. The flickering fire light danced across her breasts like it was delighting in her erotic loveliness. I continued to love her breasts and kiss her lips but somehow we managed to avoid further sexual involvement. The incredible session that afternoon was more than enough. ![]()
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The next morning she returned from taking a shower. She had on my bathrobe and her hair was still damp. The fire was blazing as she stood in front of it to warm up. I offered to dry her hair and she sat down on the couch facing the fire. I sat beside her and began to gently caress her long damp hair. She seemed to enjoy the attention. As her hair dried somewhat, I took a brush and brushed out the tangles. The firelight glistened on her lovely red tresses as she turned, said "thank you" and then gave me a sweet kiss. We sat there with coffee and she began to tell me about her life. "By the time I was three, I knew I was different from other boys. One day I was over at a neighbor's house playing with a little girl. She was into her mother's cosmetics and was putting on lipstick. She was doing a poor job so I offered to help her cover her lips." Then she offered to do me and I agreed. A little while later some boys came in and laughed at me and went and told my mother. She was very embarrassed and dragged me home crying and told me never to do that again. About a year later I was playing with some other girls (we had a lot of girls in our neighborhood). We were hanging out in a backyard shed. I noticed an older girl whispering to the other girls. She then came over to me and said "we want to see your pee pee. I hesitated but they were very friendly so I let the older girl unbutton my pants and take out my little cock. Before I knew it she was down on me sucking it while the other girls watched and giggled. I didn't really feel anything much but I liked the attention. Then I heard my mother calling me, I got up and quickly tried to get my pants buttoned up. My mother noticed and wanted to know what I was doing. I knew my mom shouldn't know what the girls were doing so I said I had to pee. She told me to never pee in public. Well, I think that's enough about me for now" she said. We held hands and I imagined she had a lot more to tell about her transformation. ![]() ![]() ![]()
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Second Floor; Housewares, Ladies Lingerie
Part 1 - "How much longer can I take this shit?" I thought as I walked into yet another department store. "How much?" I was looking for a birthday gift for my god daughter, a 19 year-old college student. The last time I saw Dana she was...what? Five? Six? Hell, I couldn't remember her name half the damn time. But I felt sorry for her dad; Steve and I grew up together and he and his wife Cindy, Dana's mother, were now divorcing after 22 years of wedded bliss. He had started calling a lot, looking for reassurances and comfort. I endured the conversations as best I could. I tried to be a good friend. But one afternoon, he began crying on the phone; sobbing that he didn't have enough money to get Dana something decent before 'she left him too...' Jesus Christ, I thought. I was a sucker for a crying dude. Besides, he was under the impression I had sent her cards for her birthdays and holidays all these years. Where he got that impression from I don't know; all I knew was it was wrong. I hadn't sent the kid anything, ever. But what the hell, right? Steve had saved my sorry ass enough times in the past. What goes around, comes around, I guess. I kept moving, past the cosmetics counter, past the ladies shoes and through the women's clothes; racks filled with sour faced little old ladies swishing through the hangers with pissed off old men holding purses standing behind them. I stopped in the center of the store, by the escalators, and stood looking at the store directory. "What do kids want for birthdays nowadays?" I muttered under my breath. I honestly didn't know. I'm 45 and single. I looked up the humming, moving stairs. Canned lights shone down; clear shelves lined with towels stood on one side of the landing above. Plates and bowls were stacked on identical shelves on the opposite side. I smiled. "Shit, that's it! 'Housewares' or whatever they call it" I thought. "Every college kid needs that stuff." I raced up the escalator and stepped off at the top, excusing myself past the mom and stroller that had slipped on in front of me. I stared in bewilderment at the array of towels and linens on one side; a confusing myriad of colors and textures. I turned away. Plates would be easier. But across the store, something caught my eye. Lingerie. Panties. Bras. Corsets. Pantyhose. I confess. I'm a sucker for lingerie. I love looking at it; I love women wearing it, and I love to just touch it. Hell, I've even been known to slip on a pair of panties and pantyhose myself. Well, when no one else was around, of course. Once, I stole a pair of panties from Cindy when she and Steve were visiting, a year or so before Dana was born. Cindy was a hottie; full and big natural breasts and legs up to her freakin' neck. Her eyes were a piercing green and when she walked, her ass. My god, her ass. I must have jerked off into her panties a hundred times. Finally, I tossed them. But damn, they felt good. I love lingerie. I love lingerie stores, or lingerie departments in stores. I especially love it when there's a gorgeous girl working the floor. And today there was; a tall and sexy good looking brunette. "Damn man, finally got me a hot chick" I thought, "not some damn wrinkled fat granny like it usually is." I strolled into the department and drifted among the rows of racks holding the soft and silky panties and bras, letting the sensuous fabrics brush against my arms and hands and fingertips. The girl at the counter glanced up at me and smiled. "Hello sir" she called. Are you looking for anything specific? A gift for your wife?" Her voice was sexy and raspy; deeper than I expected, yet feminine. Very feminine. "No, not really" I said smiling back. "Something for my god daughter, actually." I froze in my tracks, aware of what I had just said. The girl looked startled. "No..." I stammered. "Not for her here, just in general." I felt my skin flushing. "That sounded horrible, didn't it?" I was close enough now to see the young ladies name tag. Paula. "I promise I'm not a pervert, Paula." Fuck. Quit while you're ahead for once. Paula laughed and smiled. "Oh no sir, of course not." She lowered her gaze. "There are lots of men who like to come in and..." she paused. "Look." She finished folding the teddy she had been working with on the counter top and pushed it aside. "I've never had a gentleman tell me he's shopping in my department for their 'god daughter' though. That's a first." I smiled. At least she thinks I'm a 'gentleman'. "I suppose it would be, or 'hope' it would be, right?" Paula gazed at me for a moment, and reached for a pile of panties on one side of the counter. She lifted a pair of white lacey boy shorts and started to fold. "Well" she said, "I'll be right here if you need anything, or want me to show you something." I looked her up and down once more. She was dressed in a white linen skirt with open toed red pumps; she wore neutral colored pantyhose or stockings, her supple tan legs beautiful and long. She was tall, a full head taller than me. She must have been 5'8"; maybe 5'9". She wore a red tank top with a red bra underneath. The top would gap as she folded the panties on the counter, allowing me a peek of the cups. Her breasts were small, no larger than a B cup I was certain. Lovely. Her hair was a thick mane of brown silkiness, that would fall in cascades on her shoulders and at times, over her face, yet her brilliant blue eyes would sparkle through. Her make-up was subtle yet perfect; her lipstick a muted and soft red. I guessed she was in her late 20's; maybe her early 30's. She smiled once again. Fuck yeah I want to her to show me something. "Great" I said. "Thanks." I turned to resume my stroll among the panties; soft and satiny panties. Lacey, sheer sorts of things were some of my favorites. They were all around me. I glanced back at Paula. "I should get over here to visit here more often" I thought. There was a slight tug on my left hip, and a rush of fabric was suddenly against my back. The rack of panties to my left fell to the floor with a metallic clang. A pair of neon pink thongs with the words "Love me Tender" silk screened on the front hung from cell phone holster; their hanger still clinging to one thin strap. Paula was at my side in an instant. "Are you ok?" she asked, touching my arm with her hand. Her fingers were long and elegant, with bright red polish on the nails; her touch soft and reassuring. "Yeah" I said blushing, I'm fine." I looked at the rack of underwear, now splayed across the floor in front of me. In front of me and Paula. "What happened?" she asked. I held up the neon pink "Love me Tender" panties, the hanger still dangling. "These caught on my cell phone case when I walked past" I said. "Sorry. I'll pick these up." Paula laughed and took the panties from my fingers. "No, don't worry about it. I'll take care of them. I just started here two days ago; this'll be a good way to get familiar with the stock." She squatted down, her skirt billowing slightly. I dropped down to help. I looked at her across the fallen rack. She was a lady, one knee on the floor, her skirt held close around her with a fist clutching panties while she pick up others with her free hand. "So you're new here?" I asked. "Yes" she smiled, "Just off the train you could say. I moved up from the tiny little town where I grew up." "And what town would that be?" I asked. She leaned over to one side, reaching for a cluster of hangers and panties. He skirt fell open enough for me to see her long and lean pantyhose encased thighs, nearly all the way to her crotch. Nearly. "You've never heard of it, I'm sure. It's a tiny place. 'Sylvania." She was right, I'd never heard of it. "Oh yeah, I know the town. Near...not too far from..." She laughed. "I knew you wouldn't know it. Nobody ever does. It's way south. Not close to anything. That's why I came here." She reached out close to my knee and picked up two pairs of blue lacy thongs. The neck of her shirt fell open, allowing a full view of her red bra. I also noticed deep tan lines from her bathing suit top. "How long have you been in town?" I asked. She shrugged, and then laughed. "Week or two. Long enough to be getting bored." We stood up, me bringing the rack. "Sorry" I said again. "Honest accident, I promise." She lowered her gaze and smiled. "Oh, I know. Don't keep apologizing. It's alright." She turned to start hanging the panties on the now upright rack. "Besides, I enjoyed chatting with you...." She looked at me inquisitively. "Oh...shit. I'm sorry. Greg. Greg Eliot." She reached out her hand and I extended mine. "I'm pleased to meet you Greg Eliot. I'm Paula; Paula Bridges." I raised her hand to my lips and kissed it softly; she smiled broadly. "The pleasure's all mine" I said. "Mmm...a charmer, I see." I held her hand tightly for another moment, then released it. "Look" I began, "I feel I've wrecked your day. Can I buy you dinner tonight? It's the least I could do for being such a pain when there's so much you have to do." I nodded toward the pile of panties on the counter. She looked startled for a moment. I suddenly worried I had been too forward. Her face softened and she smiled again. "Yes, I'd like that. I haven't met anyone here and it has been boring, so yes. Thank you. That would be very nice. I leave the store at seven." "Great" I said. "Where should I call for you?" "Oh...here, if you wouldn't mind. My apartments a mess; boxes everywhere and stuff. Is that alright?" "Sure" I said. "I'll meet you back here at seven." An old lady walked up to the counter with a rainbow of granny panties. I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Sexy!" She laughed and playfully swatted my shoulder. "See you tonight Greg. I'm looking forward to it" Paula said and moved to the counter.
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Second Floor; Housewares, Lady's Lingerie
Part 2 - I returned to the lingerie department at seven. As we walked through the mall parking garage to my car, Paula hooked her arm in mine and pulled me close. “Thank you for being so nice. It’s been tough for me to meet people and I really appreciate your offer for dinner. Thank you.” I patted her hand. “The pleasure’s all mine” I said, thinking “damn well better be.” After our quiet, if not subtly romantic dinner and a bottle of wine, we went for a stroll in Riverside Park, chatting and enjoying the cool night air. When the inevitable pause in the conversation came, I asked if she wanted to go dancing. “I know a great club, if you like swing dancing.” I looked her up and down, gauging her height again. “Some of the moves may be a bit tricky” I added. Paula laughed and took my hand in hers. “I’m having a great time with just you. She squeezed it gently and pecked me on the cheek. “I don’t think I want to share.” “You have an incredibly sexy voice” I said. She stopped and turned me to her. “Really?” she asked. “You don’t think it’s too deep….too masculine?” “Oh god no. It’s so sexy and…sensuous. I love it. It’s a turn on to be honest.” She locked her eyes with mine and leaned forward, kissing my lips softly, the silky paste of her lipstick clinging between us. She embraced me and pulled me close, her firm breasts pressing into my chest. “Thank you” she whispered to me. “Sometimes guys I meet aren’t so…well…nice. Nice to me” I pulled back, looking at her. “I’m sorry” she said, smoothing her lipstick on my lips with her thumb. “My lipstick is all over you.” She sighed. “You’re just being so sweet, and…well…I’ll tell you later, ok?” “Crap,” I thought. “Baggage. They always come with fucking piles of baggage.” I looked into her shimmering pools of blue. “Yeah, sure, that’s fine. I’m fine. How could anyone not be nice to you?” She looked down and then back up. I worried something was wrong. But she had initiated the kiss. This could be going somewhere. She smiled but didn’t say anything. “The kiss was hot” I said. “You could do that again if you like.” She pulled me to her. “I like” she said. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, our lips touching softly, then more firmly, our tongues meeting, touching, mingling, gently at first, then with aggression, twisting and writhing together. Our embrace was tight and conforming, our bodies trying to mold into one another with building passion. I felt heat stirring in my crotch; that familiar stiffness of flesh against fabric, straining, pushing. As the kiss faded, we smiled and laughed softly. Paula sighed heavily and said, almost as a whisper, “it’s been a long time since anyone kissed me like that. A long time.” I caught my breath. A hoarse “yeah” was all I could manage. We laughed. It was now or never. “Should we go back to my place?” I asked, pulling her to me, planting soft kisses and licks on her neck. She groaned softly and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me deeply once again. “Well, we’ll be arrested if we keep this up here” she laughed sexily. “But I know of a place a little more interesting” she said seductively, “if you’d like a little adventure.” I raised my eyebrows. “C’mon” she said, pulling me by my hand. “I’ll drive.” She parked my car. I just stared. “What the fuck, Paula” I said. “This is the mall.” She threw her head back laughing, her brunette mane throwing sparks in the amber lights of the parking deck. She put a hand on my thigh. “Yeah babe, it is. Exciting huh?” I looked at her. “I don’t know….where? Here? In the car? C’mon Paula, we’re not sixteen!” She smiled. “No not here. In the store. In my department.” She laughed excitedly. “What?” I gasped. “How? The store’s gonna close in 5 minutes. We’ll get caught.” “No babe, we won’t.” She leaned in and kissed me, then moved to my ear, tonguing it softly. “The managers are all having a meeting upstairs” she whispered in deep, rasping tones. “My manager told me about it. The alarms will be off. She asked me if I wanted to go to be introduced, but I didn’t want to.” She ran her hand along my thigh to my knee and then back up, stopping halfway. “I’m glad I told her no.” “What about security, the video cameras?” I asked. She clapped her hands and bounced in the seat excitedly, like a child about to get ice cream. “They’re turned off after closing!” she exclaimed, laughing loudly. “What? Turned off? Holy shit.” She opened her door. “Yeah, turned off, except for the entrances and the jewelry counters. Let’s go!” “Jesus freakin’ Christ” I thought. “What in fuck’s name am I doing?” But I got out and ran along with her. Very quickly we were in the lingerie department again. The store was quiet; a ghost town. I was stunned that we saw no one coming in, aside from the ancient mall cop that opened the door for us, letting us inside when he recognized Paula. She opened a drawer under the cash register and took out a set of keys. She glanced around and took my hand, moving us down a narrow corridor. My eyes went to her ass. “Dressing rooms” she muttered. “Cool” I thought. “I’ve never done it in a dressing room before.” “Good idea” I said. She fumbled with the keys and unlocked one of the doors, pulling me inside. She softly closed the door with a click and turned the lock. I took her hand and spun her into me. She came to a stop, her hands on my shoulders, our lips meeting and tongues twisting in rhythm. My hands went to her ass. My god, it was wonderful. Soft and round; so supple. I couldn’t wait to see it. “I need to go to the ladies” she whispered to me. “Be right back, ok?” “Yeah, ok babe. Don’t be too long.” She winked at me, closing the door behind her. I sat on the bench thinking. It had been a long time since I picked up a chick. A long time. College days. I was nervous, a little bit, I realized as I caught myself popping my knuckles. The minutes drug by; Paula seemed to be taking her sweet fucking time. Then the door swung open so quickly I jumped, startled. Paula stepped into the small room. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, my hands back on her ass. She moaned and pressed into me harder. I moved my hands from her ass and slipped them under her shirt and onto her back; onto her skin so soft and feverishly hot. I moved them around to her sides and onto her stomach, caressing her hard and firm belly, and slowly slid her red tank top up and over her head as we released our mouths from the kiss. She shook her magnificent hair out around her shoulders and smiled shyly as she reached out for the buttons on my shirt. I tossed her shirt on the bench. I reached around her back to unhook her bra and found nothing but band. “Oh. Front hook” she said softly. Reaching down, she released her charges from their cups. Her beautiful breasts sprang forth, smaller than I imagined but perfect nonetheless, crowned with nipples thick and brown. Her areolas were slightly puffy and large, their brown spongy skin a perfect match to her nipples. Gorgeous and suckable. Her tan lines were a marked contrast and very sexy. I cupped her soft and warm breasts, one with each hand and teased my tongue across the eraser like nipples, watching and feeling as they grew harder and more puckered with each passing lick. Paula moaned softly and pushed my shirt from my shoulders and pulled me to her, pressing her burning nipples wet with my spit into my chest. Her tongue pushed into my mouth once again, mine rising to meet her in a heated dance filled with desire. Her mouth was so warm and wet, so hot. My cock was rapidly swelling. I trembled as she kissed my shoulders and then my chest, slowly moving down my stomach, and lingering at my naval, probing it gently with her sweet and slippery tongue. I longed for her to touch me, to put her hand on my crotch and feel my heat. She slowly stood up, kissing her way back up to my shoulders, then my neck, then my mouth. Our tongues probed and darted, sharing my taste between us. Her hand dropped to my crotch, her long fingers finding my cock pressed hard against my jeans. She squeezed it gently. “Mmmm” she moaned. “I know what you want me to do” she whispered in her deep, sultry voice. “Oh yeah” I panted and swallowed hard. “What’s that?” She laughed huskily and put her face against mine, our lips touching as she spoke. “You want me to give you head. You want me to suck your cock.” She squeezed my cock head through my jeans as she said ‘cock’. I jerked involuntarily. “Uhhh…well yeah. I mean, the thought had crossed my mind” I stammered. She reached down further and cupped my balls through the fabric. “All you have to do is ask” she said, her lips still moving against mine, adding the words “nicely. Like a gentleman.” I swallowed hard again; my cock was feeling nearly raw from the friction against the fabric of my clothing. “Will you suck my cock Paula? Please?” She locked her sapphire blue eyes on mine. “My pleasure. I thought you’d never ask” she said kissing me down my torso once again, all the while undoing my belt and zipper.
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