From straight to femme bottom

[Transgender Stories]

I always thought I was straight. Never had any doubt, never felt attracted
to someone who wasn't a girl. Now, don't get me wrong: I wasn't a
womanizer. I guess I would say that even if I was clumsy with women, I
still managed to have my share of fun over the years. Besides (I think this
is funny) I was rather omophobic, even though I didn't want to admit that:
I wasn't at ease with gay people, that's all. Not that I knew lots of
homosexual, anyway. Well, not before this story begun...

It all started when I moved away from home to study. I already graduated
from college, still I wanted to get a PHD so I got the chance to go and
study somewhere away from my hometown. I had to find a room in a students'
flat or something like that, something I thought I would get done in just a
few days while staying at a cheap hotel I booked before leaving. Anyway, my
forecasts were not exactly right, `cause I ended up struggling to find a
place. After an entire week spent visiting apartments I was exhausted, I
needed to get done with that as soon as possible. Right then I found a nice
ad, for a room in an apartment downtown at a reasonable price. I called
right away. They told me to come visit whenever I wanted, someone would be
there. I got there immediately, and a tall guy in his mid twenties showed
me around. I liked what I saw: a very nice place with enough space and
nothing suspect. I asked him when I could get in. He said: "I have to be
honest, there may be a problem". I felt like drowning: I shoul've expected
something. "Tell me" "We're all gay, and if you're not it may not be
comfortable to have us and our friends around 24/7". I said to myself it
wouldn't be so bad, it was a chance to finally get rid of my homophobic
tendencies. To be honest, anyway, it was more the desire not to be
considered a fascist or something like that by anybody. I mean: saying
"Sorry, I think I would not be at ease" would more or less sound like "I'm
not gonna live with faggots". I told him: "Well, I'm not gay, but that's
fine. I'm cool with that". He was really happy about it, and told me I
could move in immediately, He would help me fetch my stuff. While we were
bringing back my stuff from the hotel he basically told me there were two
reasons he was happy someone straight moved in: the first one was they had
a hard time finding someone for the room `cause everybody said "No, thanks"
as soon as they heard they were gay. The second one was he wasn't
comfortable with the fact their flat was some kind of gay ghetto. I didn't
know just nodded and said "I know, I get your point".

That evening I got to know all my roommates, but this has nothing to do
with the story so I'll cut it short: I noticed right away I wasn't really
comfortable living with them, but I tried not to show it. I stayed home as
little as possible. They gave lots of parties, and always invited me, but I
never stayed. I had no problems answering when they asked me why: I wanted
to get to know girls when I went out, so I wasn't really appealed by their
parties. They understood, and in the end I would say we all got along fine:
I talked a lot with them and we were actually good friends.

Towards June I had a lot to do to get ready for my examinations, so I
started to go out less and less. They threw a party the saturday night
before one of my final examinations, which was monday. I had to study, so I
stayed home. They asked me if the music would be a problem, I said It
wouldn't annoy me but I appreciated the fact that they worried about it.
Later on they came to see how I was doing, and I said I was almost done and
would get some sleep in a matter of minutes. They offered me to drink
something with them before going to sleep, as it wasn't even midnight. I
accepted.

I guess it was half past midnight when I got out of my room and went out in
the lounge. I joined my roommates who got me acquainted with a lot of
people whose names I forgot on the spot. A few minutes later I abandoned
them to get a spot next to the table where the booze was. I wanted to get a
little drunk before going to bed, as I was nervous for the examination and
it would calm me down.

Right then a black guy (the only one at the party) approached me and
started to talk to me. He said his name was Joseph and he was from South
Africa. He was just 5'7'', but I can't find a better word to describe him
than huge. Because he was huge: he was a bodybuilder or something like
that. He was dressed in tight jeans and t-shirt, that looked like they were
going to burst. We began talking and he was really funny. His humour was
basically made of contemptious jokes about homosexuals and he kept making
fun of everybody who was there. I was puzzled, but I guessed he was the
only straight guy there so when he saw someone like him he thought he
finally could quit the politically correct behaviour he had been forced to
up to then. I was fine with that: I always thought the best humour has to
be somehow offensive, that is to say politically uncorrect by definition.
We sat down on a sofa and got on talking, drinking and smoking pot. A lot
of pot. He offered me some when I said I was nervous for the examination,
and I didn't turn it down. He kept rolling joints and filling my glass, and
I got really high. I was so sleepy I couldn't keep my eyes open, so I told
him I was sorry but I would go to my bedroom to sleep. He nodded and told
me we would meet the next time.

When I got up, I actually couldn't stand. I dropped back on the sofa and
laughed at my poor attempt to walk away. Joseph laughed as well, and told
me he would help me. I accepted and he helped me get to my feet. I thought
he would just give me some sustain, but he picked me up in his arms. I
heard some serious laughing around, as he was holding me just like the
broom does with the bride, but I didn't care as I was literally fainting
from all the smoking and drinking. On the way to my bedroom I began to feel
really strange: there I was feeling his rock hard biceps holding me. I felt
helpless, vulnerable...Feminine. I reassured me thinking anybody would feel
feminine in his arms. It was nice. Then it hit me as he laid me down on my
bed: I was attracted to him. But he was straight.

I told him thanks and hoped he would get away right then: I had to
masturbate and I would do it thinking about him, and that was already
shocking for my inner self to realize, but at least I could keep it to
myself. He said I could not sleep dressed, I told him I was too tired to
change. He told me not to worry, he would think about it (was he really
straight?). He removed my shoes and socks quickly, then my trousers. I was
really drunk, so I didn't have an hard on to be ashamed of. Next went my
t-shirt, and removing that he brushed my nipples, which caused me to sigh.
I guess that was the point of no return. He want back to my nipples,
caressing them and pinching them, as I stirred and moaned (he's not
straight...Not in the usual sense of the word, at least). When he kissed me
I yelded softly, it was so nice. His tongue was long and big, I was in
heaven. The kiss lasted long, and as soon as it ended he whispered: "You're
a beautiful girl. But you should dress like one...And shave. You see, I'm
not a fag...". I was really confused: I'm not feminine, at all. I'm tall
and well built, have short hair, not so hairy but definitely masculine.
Still I melted, that was exactly what I wanted to hear. I said: "Well, I
don't have anything feminine to wear..." "Don't worry". He drew lacy white
panties and bra from his pockets. I guess that wasn't the first time he did
that trick to someone... He dressed me up while I touched his pecs and abs,
his arms and his ass...Wow! I told him to strip for me...I saw his ebony
body get out of the t-shirt and trousers: it was amazing. He loooked like a
semi-God or something, 230 lbs of pure muscles. I squirmed watching him and
touching my nipples under the bra. Then he lowered his briefs and I got
worried: he was too big. At least 9 inches, and thick as a soda can. I told
him I was virgin, I couldn't take it. Once again he said: "Don't worry.
I'll get you anesthetized real good...". He took papers and pot from his
trousers and sat down on the bed with his back to the wall. While he rolled
another joint h

Get acquainted with your new best friend". I laid on my stomach between his
legs and tasted cock for the first time...It was weird, but I liked it. I
could take really little of it: 5 inches, six at most. Still I sucked like
a baby and moved my tongue to make him happy. I liked playing with his
enormous balls, two big black eggs sweaty and smelly. I loved the smell.
And the taste. I went on for a very long time I guess, sucking dick and
inhaling smoke. I was almost unconscious when he said "Ready?". I didn't
answer properly, but he knew my intentions and put me on my knees with my
back to him. He pulled down the panty just enough and he began opening my
hole while licking my neck and pulling my nipples, occasionally kissing me
(which I really longed for). He stretched me softly for a long time with
his fingers, then he told me to put my hands down and be good.

He began pushing, but it was too big. I thought he would never be able to
get his head in without killing me during the process. He began to fondle
my breasts to distract me. Then he pinched me. Then he pulled. He got in
pushing while he pulled my nipples. I still don't know if that was the most
painful or the most pleasurable moment in my entire life. Once he lodged
the head inside me, it all went by itself: slowly, but quite easily. Once
he was all the way inside me I felt it in my stomach. He stayed there while
pinching my butt and kissing me to get me adjusted. "You alright honey?"
How sweet! I purred and nodded smiling. He began a slow movement which
liked right from the start. He stopped from time to time to kiss me long
and wet. Later he raised the tempo and really drove it home. The beast
inside him got the best of him and he started pounding me roughly, while
slapping my ass and telling me bitch and slut. It hurt, but I liked it
anyway... I wanted my experience as a woman to be complete. It was long
before he flooded my insides with his hot semen. I dropped on the bed, with
him above me. He got out and told me to stay down there or I would make a
mess spilling his cum. He went in front of me and offered me his cock to
clean, which I did readily. Once he thought it was ok he took it away, much
to my discontent... He dressed up and pinched my butt before leaving, while
I drifted to sleep...

The morning after I woke up not remembering much, but it all came back to
me when I sat upand cum began dripping from my asshole...I licked what I
could and hoped he would be back soon. But before he came I would shave and
buy some sexy lingerie and make-up!

[Transgender Stories]

Subject: straight to femme bottom part 2 TG

The cum leaking out of my asshole felt amazingly sexy. Still, I felt so
ashamed: the morning after brought with it an immense struggle of feelings,
one I would have never thought I would live: I had had sex with another
man. And not only did I do that, but I also enjoyed it big time. When I
thought about it I felt strong (I mean really strong) shivers down my
spine. Shivers my former self tried to make me read as pure disgust, but my
new womanly me knew better: I was thrilled. Confusion had never been
greatest in my entire life: the smell of sex made me horny, and I felt that
was wrong; I remembered distinctly how I acted just a few hours before, a
complete sissy, and I felt so humiliated. But that humiliation triggered a
new kind of excitement, something so compelling that I wouldn't have been
able to fight back anyway. I had to be sincere with myself: what happened
had nothing to do with being high, drunk or what. No apologies. Not that I
needed some: I just loved every single moment of having sex with Joseph,
and looked forward for more. Much more...The thought of that moved my hand
to my sore bottom, so open and slick with man juice: I scooped up some and
brought it to my nose, inhaling the strong aroma of Joseph's manliness and
my femininity. Wow...I didn't even realize it and I was lapping my
fingers. I think my taste was corrupted by the whole situation, but I
really liked it: it tasted like Joseph's cock. I scooped up more, and
more, from my panties, asshole and legs, `till I was left with nothing
more than a sticky wetness I couldn't scoop up. My first breakfast as a
sissy...

Then I hit the shower, and cleaned myself good: I would have kept the smell
of sex a bit more, but now I had to act like a lady for my new
prince. Where would he be now? When would he come back for more? I was sure
he would come back, but when? I put my panties back on and dressed myself
in a t-shirt and sweat pants, and went in the living room. My flatmates
were all there, and said hello, looking at me nonchalantly. How respectful
not discussing what happened and taunting me...But I wanted them to! So I
said: "Wow! I really enjoyed the party yesterday night...". They said
thanks, told me they were glad and all, but didn't want to know anything
more about me. There was some strange tension in the air, I had the stark
impression that I had done something wrong...David, the one I knew first
when I came to visit the flat, and besides the one I was more friends with,
went into the kitchen. So did I. I needed something: "David, I have a
favour to ask you" "Sure, tell me" "Would you help me shave, please?"
"You mean the whole body?" "Yes" "Ok, go in the bathroom and undress,
I'll get what we need". I was afraid I would have been excited by the
process, but it was more or less like going to the doctor: no sexual
feelings involved. All the while we talked, and I got to know something
that made me feel really used (still, I liked it: confusion was just too
much too handle that morning): Joseph was someone who none of their friends
actually liked as a person, a mean guy who went to their parties and took
advantage of boys making them his bitches, then came back whenever he felt
like having sex being every time more brutal and violent. Why did they let
him go to their parties? Well, no bottom wouldn't like to have his cock
inside him, and some tops too. So he was welcome by most people. Not by my
flatmates, though: the guys in the living room were pissed off because now
he would have access to our flat any time he wanted, and here's why the
situation was so awkward... How bad. But I didn't care. Joseph, besides,
wasn't homosexual a

h whoever, but liked girls the most. Well, it seemed like no romance was
ahead for me. Still, I longed for him. David warned me against him, he told
me to pay attention and look for somebody else, and not to get
sentimentally involved. He was right, I thought, but still I couldn't
change my feelings. When I was completely shaved I got back to my room to
sleep, and wait for him.

I put on the bra and went below the sheets, smelling Joseph's strong odour
all over the place. I was so horny...

Whenever the doll bell rang I hoped it was him, but to no avail. I stayed
in my room all day long, oblivious to anything else: the examination I had
the following morning was something of my past life. The night came, and I
was really sad. I fell asleep absorbed in my melancholy, and woke up to the
alarm clock I had set to remind me of the examination. I dressed (normally)
and had (normal) breakfast, then went out to catch the bus and go to
school. Waiting for the bus I saw him come up the street. He waved at me
and smiled, and I felt so full of life. I told him I was going to school,
he told me he had come to visit me and would have spent the morning with
me. But he would come back another day, if I had obligations. I didn't
even have to think about it: "No, it doesn't matter. I'm not prepared,
anyway...Let's go back to my place". We walked side by side to the block
of flats where I lived and went into the elevator. He was sweet and loving,
kissed me tenderly and caressed my face, hugged me..."I've come back as
soon as possible, I missed you". I squirmed in his arms, kissed him and
told him I did, too. We went straight to the bedroom, and I told him I had
a surprise for him. He said he had, too. I told him I would go first, took
off my shirt and showed him my freshly shaven body..."Yes, girl: now you
really look the best" he said before kissing me and brushing my
nipples. "What's your surprise?" I giggled to him. I felt like a
teenager girlfriend, and that was just my place. "It's a present...A set
of lingerie" "Oh, thanks!". He pulled light blue panties and bra out of
his pockets, followed by stockings and a necklace. "It's gorgeous...May I
put it on now?" "Sure". I did some reverse strip for him, slightly
dancing to some R'n'B that was coming from the room next to mine. When I
was ready he got me in his arms and kissed me. He was so gentle I thought
David said bullshit the day before, or (way much better!) he would be
different for me... "I'm not ready yet, Joseph...Need some lip gloss. May I
borrow some?" I said with a nau

hty grin as I made him sit down on my bed. Then I pulled down his pants and
briefs and went to work. I sucked and moved my tongue, and tried to bob my
head up and down as much as I could. Which was just 4 or 5 inches, not even
half his marvellous cock. "I'm sorry Joseph...I'm gonna learn to do this
better, I promise!" "You're doing great honey, don't worry". He had
called me honey! I tried to get more of his cock down my throat, and I got
some. He was caressing my head, shoulders and tits all the while. I took it
out of my mouth and smeared it across my lips, then I pointed to them and
said: "Do they shine?" "Yes, sweety, they do". He pulled me up by my
armpits and sit me on his lap, kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe and
tongued my ear saying "Are you ready for my big love?" "Yes I do Joseph,
make me yours!". He put me down on my right side, pulled down my panties
and straddled my right leg. "It's wet from your saliva, it should go in
easily" He said while he took off his t-shirt revealing his iron torso I
greedily caressed. "I'm wet too, my prince...Do me!". He looked at me
amused pulled up my left leg and caressed it. "I love your legs...Now that
they're shaven they're just like J Lo's. Only bigger...And I love it."
He pointed his dickhead at my entrance, which was gaping open with
anticipation. He teased me with short jabs and went to my nipples below the
bra. Just what I wanted. "Ready?" I nodded. He pushed in while he
clenched my nipples: even open as I was, it hurt so much. I wasn't stoned,
besides. "Want me to stop, honey?" He read the pain on my face. I shook
my head. He pushed in with all his power at once pulling me apart. I moaned
in pain and shut my eyes. He slapped my ass "Are you ok?" "Yes...Do
me!". I looked in his eyes, I could admire him in the sunlight as it was
morning. He began with slow strokes, long dicking me while caressed my
body. He kept going for long, while I walked in heaven and felt pure
bliss. I had an erection and he said "Your small clit's all stiff,
look!". It's 6 inches...Small in compari

onna make you cum, look" He pushed his dick on his left, hitting my
prostate. The sensation was too much: I cummed in no time, spurting on the
sheets. "Your pussy juices are so exciting...And your pussy clenched around
me made me too hot" He began to pump harder. Really hard. Spanking my ass
and increasing the tempo. Now it really hurt, but I owed it to him. He went
on for ages, I was afraid he would fuck up my rectum or worse. But I liked
it in some strange way, especially if I looked at him "Do me harder my
king, do me!" He pulled it out at once sensing he was gonna cum, and
presented it to my mouth. I sucked on it and stroked it and then came the
flood. He grabbed it and used it as a hose, filling my mouth first, my face
and neck later and finishing off on my breasts. I tasted his cum, warm from
his body, so much better than the morning after our first fuck. I swallowed
slowly, then began to spread it on my nipples pinching them through the
slick coat. "Wow Joseph, that was amazing!" "Sure honey...Let's get some
sleep" "Ok" He lied down behind me and put his cock back in my
rear. "To get used to it, Joseph?" "To get used to it, exactly". Then
he caressed my ass and legs and told me I was his personal J Lo, and many
other sweet things that led me to a blissful sleep in his arms.

[Transgender Stories]

Subject: straight to femme bottom part 3

I opened part 2 saying how good felt waking up with my asshole full of cum,
but now I was experiencing the most vivid pleasure and the sweetest
awakening all at once: Joseph woke me up pumping his cock in my asshole. It
was really, really hot... I was on my right side, half-asleep, feeling the
heat of his pole turning me into his personal morning donut. My chest was
sticky with his dry cum from when he had cum how much? One hour before? It
didn't matter: it was a timeless situation. I felt his left hand roam from
my butt to my leg, to my breast, to my tummy. I just relaxed on his right
bicep, while he brushed my nipples with his right hand. I moaned to let him
know I was awake, he said: "Uh, my yummy chubby girl, I love your body..."
"Thank you, Joseph...I guess this is my breakfast in bed!" "You can bet it
is, take it!". I felt just right having him entertain himself on my asleep
body before I woke up, as long as I could savour at least the end of the
ride. He didn't sound so pleased, anyway: he groaned like something was
wrong, which worried me: "Shit, you're too tight. I'm not gonna enjoy my
ride if you don't loosen up. Shit! I've turned you into a girl, but your
body doesn't respond the right way... Fuck!". I didn't know how to feel:
afraid, offended, excited... How? I mumbled some excuse: "I'm sorry Joseph,
I promise I will be as loose as you like it soon, don't be mad at me!". He
kind of laughed, but angrily: "This is not what I like...You don't have an
asshole to go with your juicy ass. That feels bad. It's like fucking a
fag. You're just a submissive fag, not a woman... Shit!". He kept pumping
away, I felt like crying: I wanted to be what he liked, and I wanted him to
like me...And I didn't want him to treat me like that: I was his girl!
Suddenly he stopped. "Ok, let's see if I can do something to save you or if
I have to throw you away". I answered meekly, whining: "No! Please, no!
I'll do..." "Shut up, bitch!". I was in hell, but saw a way out. That felt
confusing, and impossible: from heaven to hell in seconds and witho

e: would he do tat something to save me? I hoped he succeeded, no matter
what it was. He lifted me up on all fours without drawing his cock from me,
and put my head down on the pillow pushing me towards my hands, as my ass
was lifted up unnaturally. "I'm gonna ream your ass good now, and it's
gonna hurt like hell. I'm talking about me, not you, I don't care about you
now. As I'm sacrificing for you, don't complain, right?" I moaned a yes in
the pillow, prepared to the worst and relaxed. He made fun of me, then:
"Try to imagine shoving your clit in the rear of a cat, and you'll get what
I'm feeling..." I never had sex with a cat, sure, but felt so inferior and
shameful as though he had caught me do that dressed in panties and bra.

"Ok, let's go!". And he actually went. In (completely in) and out
(completely out) all the while, with all his weight, with all his power. I
was sure I would not be able to walk anymore, he was breaking me, making me
a useless bed companion for when he felt like doing it hard and hurt
somebody. He grunted satisfied, as he was actually enjoying tearing me
apart. I was feeling my ass on fire, especially my ring. He began to spank
me hard on my asscheeks, which I didn't even feel. I was living it like a
sequence of bursts of pain to my sphincter and nothing else. The pain
echoed in my body not allowing me to feel the pleasure I knew hid in the
moments his cock slid past my sphincter into my rear and back till it came
out, when another surge of pain hit me. I was like "Ouch!" even when he was
outside, when I could feel the fresh air for a fraction of second. I wasn't
enjoying it, at all. But I wanted to, I could actually guess the marvellous
taste I longed for in between his furious thrusts. Then he gave me the key
to enjoy it, when he leaned onto me and whispered to the back of my head:
"Take it whitey, be the good slave mother nature wanted you to be!". His
rhythmic spanking was no longer an unknown sound, no longer...

I was transported in a quiet night in the Africa I had never seen, in the
middle of a circle celebrating a tribal feast: the drums of the spanking,
the fire warming me, and me as the banquet where the dominant specimen of a
sort of all male amazon tribe was exercising his ius primae nocti... Wow! I
immediately felt exposed and could overturn the sensation in my rear:
pleasure first, pain in the background. I lifted my head and began to moan
audibly. "Yes, do me harder...Do me!". Joseph actually slowed
down. Surprised? Maybe. "Oh, sure, that's what I was talking about: wide
open and willing to spread even more... Now relax and let's enjoy it
together" "You can be sure I will...". He began to go faster and faster,
but wasn't even close to cumming. I was. I did, as my asshole clenched him
holding him in for a few seconds. Pure lust, something that made me shiver
and go crazy. He immediately went back to that complete in and out movement
I just got to appreciate, not allowing me to chill down after my
orgasm. "You're great...I'm all yours!" "Yes, honey...You see..." He began
to talk to me through his thrusts, continuously interrupting himself. I
will omit the suspension points for easier reading (that's very kid of
me...add me to your contacts in windows messenger! Seems like a good
deal. Now!). "You see, this was all in your head. I knew you could relax
and stretch like this. Like a cunt, not an asshole... By the way, you have
to begin to use a douche bag, to clean down there. You have to. I like
female cunt, not asshole. This right here, right now...This is a class A
pussy. A work of art, my work of art. I turned a male asshole into a female
cunt in the span of 3 days, I'm really someone. But I know it can't stay
like that 24/7, you'll still need to use that as a asshole. Obviously when
I'm not around. That's why you will use a douche bag: like that, you will
be able to concentrate its being an asshole in a very small amount of time,
which will make you available almost any time. Besides, you don't have much
choice...There is no way you

re gonna hold back shit from now on!". He laughed. I knew that meant
permanent damages to my asshole, but didn't care: it was worth it. It was!
I said: "Yes, I will use it...But I want you to stretch me even more, so I
can experience womanhood at its fullest... Will you?". I don't know why I
said that. Maybe someone was taking over, a new me. He said: "Ok, but it's
gonna hurt" "Do it, I'll enjoy it".

He pulled out till the head was right at the ring, where it most hurt, then
stopped. I reached back for his hands with my hands, and he held me
tight. He then began to push up, down left or right, without going in or
out. It was slow and sensual, and I was determined not to feel pain. I got
to the conclusion that pain was a poison you can get used to, and if you
don't sense it you can isolate the most impressive pleasures in the world,
which come out of the mist of the dull lack of pain you finally reach to
reward you (maybe I was running too fast, with Joseph...). I wanted to show
him how much I loved his abuse, so I moaned like a porn star "Oh, Joseph,
yes! Wow...Oh! Ah!". I spontaneously assumed a girly tone with him, and
knew that they would hear me from outside. His head-to-rim job lasted very
long, until I finally felt almost comfortable. Right then I got up on my
knees and turned my head to him, smiling languidly. I impaled myself to
kiss him, still holding his hands. We kissed for a long time, our tongues
the center of the world. When we stopped I whispered to him: "I'm all
yours, whatever you want to do to me. Doesn't matter, you turned me into a
woman, freed my real me...Do me however you want, I won't
complain. Just..." "What?" he said before kissing me for another 2 minutes
at least. "Just...Once in a while, when I beg you, make sweet love to me,
please... I like it rough, dirty and all, but I want to feel like I'm your
girlfriend as well, please! So..." "Ok, girlie. I want it, too" "So...Now?"
"Now" he said kissing me and began to move slightly in my rear, still
holding hands. I began to wiggle my ass in a sexy dance, as he went in
circles inside me. Wow, how easy...I brought his hands to my nipples, and
he began to brush `em while I still gripped his hands. We were entering a
state of bliss beyond pleasure, my ass moving at the rhythm he dictated
with his love stick, when he broke the kiss to tell me something. "Your
nipples...They're so soft and puffy... They're the first thing I noticed in
you. So girly..." I was squirmi

s he was, too, as I felt my softness pierced by something even harder and
bigger. "I saw them through your t-shirt, and knew it. Nobody with such
nipples and breast can be but a female...A woman...My sweet J-Lo...". Right
then he pinched both my nipples really hard, sending waves of pleasure
through my body. I kissed him and he screwed my prostate just a few
seconds, taking me past the edge and having my clit spit untouched once
more. My ass muscles clenched him and triggered his wet hot orgasm, lava
splashing my happy insides. I leant into him almost fainting. He put me
down on my stomach and extracted his cock from me. It felt strange and
cold, the air entering my gaping open hole, the absence of what had been
inside me for...How long? The air was fine, as it was burning, but... My
thoughts were interrupted by him: "Sweetheart, gotta go now" he said as he
presented me his cock. "Don't!" I uttered before sucking him clean and, in
my intentions, more. But he pushed me off his dick and dressed. I admired
him and told him "When will you come back?" "As soon as possible, don't
worry". He sat beside me and fondled my ass while he kissed me goodbye. On
the door he said: "Remember to wash your pussy honey" "I will my lion!" He
dropped a folded paper on the table: "And here are some numbers of friends
of mine you should visit. They will help you with clothes and stuff and,
besides, they have to know my girlfriend, right?" "Right!" "Bye" "Bye!". I
closed my eyes and felt so happy: he wanted me to know his friends! And
maybe all my flatmates said about him wouldn't be true. Not with me, his
girlfriend...