5 comments/ 99639 views/ 25 favorites A Tranny Whores Tale By: KinkStevens Ok, so I love tgirls. Absolutely adore them. I've had many experiences at this point, but want to share one. I looked around in the local paper and found this one TS escort. It was early morning (about 5am) and I went to see her. Even though I have had experiences, I get enthralled with nerves and excitement every time. It's almost paralyzing. So I go into her apartment and she walks me to the living room. As usual I'm listening for someone hiding in other rooms and trying to convince myself to do it. She was stunning. About 5'8" 150 or so, dark brown, what looked like c ups, long jet black hair, a seductive look, feminine and smooth skin. We exchanged the usual pleasantries as she hinted towards her offering ($$$). I stalled, completely a nervous wreck. I love when I'm like that. It usually means I'm so in need of a tgirl I'm completely losing it. I told her that I was very nervous and just wasn't sure. She was really cool and didn't rush to kick me out as many probably would. I stayed for about ten minutes, before I got up and said "I'm too nervous". She chuckled at me almost as if I were a Lil boy. The embarrassment charged me. But I still gathered my self and left. I told her I would call again, if I got the nerve and left. A few days later, I was drinking a Lil in the house late night. I went through my usual ritual of calling and text messaging all the ladies I knew, looking for a Lil company. No one was available so I click on a Lil internet porn. Of course it charged me and that mixed with the alcohol charged me and began thinking of all the pretty t girls. I looked at a some t girl porn and then began going through my phone looking for my patient t girl friend (we'll call her Elle). I called her and she was kind enough to chat with me a bit. I told her how nervous I was that night and we chuckled. She asked me some of my interest and suggested we get together that night. She happened to be only about ten minutes away and suggested I pick her up and go to her "brothers' apartment. Being a Lil more courageous I said sure, took one last large swig of the potion and was on my way. I reached to the intersection she informed me of and she was there waiting. She was with 2 other t girls. She said bye to her girls and walked towards my car. She was dressed like a whore and I loved it. She had a tight yellow tee shirt on with one of those cute jackets that stop at the rib cage and a very tight pair of, what almost looked like boys shirts or very short spandex biker shorts. The shorts were yellow also and she had knee high black boots with heels. As she walked to the car I became more and more pumped. I though to myself "wow, I'm going to fuck her good". She got in, said hello and we began to drive. She gave directions as I went. We talked casually about our last meeting and discussed more of my interest. I told her I really wanted to suck her and fuck her. We reached our destination. I parked and she immediately got out and began walking towards the apartment building. I jumped out to follow. She walked ahead of me as I attempted to catch up. I watched her whore ass as it jiggled in front of me. I looked around the neighborhood I was in and wondered if anyone was up and watching me as I followed this t girl hooker into the pits of lust. "Was there anyone, who knew who she was and was taking enjoyment in seeing me walk towards my fate? Are they calling me a cocksucker or fagot as they watched me walk down the street?" The thought turn me on. We climbed the three flights of stairs, walked pass a number of apartment doors and again I thought about any tenants who might be up listening to Elle's high heel clicks up the steps or through the hallway, being all to familiar of the sound at this hour. Maybe there was someone who was thinking "There goes that whore fagging out another man whore" I loved it. Maybe a friend or a friend of a friend also lived in the building. After all I wasn't in a totally unfamiliar neighborhood. The thought of being recognized made my heart pump so fast; I had to take deep breaths as we approached her door. She knocked on the door. I guess her brother was there. The door opened and she said she'd be right back. I waited in the hall hoping no one would come out and see me. After 2 minutes or so she came out and following her was an apparently open gay guy. He stopped and looked at me with a look that suggested "hurry up and finish cocksucker" as he walked down the hallway away from us two. Perhaps he was sleep and upset to be disturbed. Either way, the fact he saw me and the look he gave was humiliating. I didn't want anyone to see me, but he did. The danger encouraged me. Elle and I walked into the apartment and it was relatively dark. I could make out the layout, but couldn't tell you the colors in the room. At this point something changed. Having done this before I pulled out Elle "offering", raised it up for her to see and walked to the table next to the TV and placed it down. All she said was "take your clothes off. I stripped to my undershirt and boxers and she said "take off everything. Socks too." I did as I was told. She casually walked to the kitchen and back, still full clothed and stood and the living room entrance and stared at me. I immediately walked to her and boldly wrapped my hands and arms around her in total desperation for her touch. I kissed her neck and felt her curves. At this point the alcohol is in full effect, I was pretty drunk. I said to her "I want to suck it and I want to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you right?" I thought her answer would be a confident yes because we talked about it a lil on the phone and on the way. I told her how I went to see another girl who said we would fuck and when I got there she refused. So I thought it was a sure thing. She said "no, I'm going to fuck you". This startled and excited me. I didn't plan on doing that. I only received anal once prior (great story, remind me to tell you about it) and she was somewhat small, it didn't last long, and I wouldn't let her do very much. I said to her playfully and aggressively "no, I'm fucking you" as I grab one of her supple breast hard and pulled her closer. She responded with her own aggression and repeated the phrase "no, I'm going to Fuck YOU". Then pushed me a bit, grabbed my arm and turned me around. Now, I am stronger than her, that I was sure of, but her aggression caused me to respond passively and I turned as she attempted to control my body. With my back to her, completely naked, she put her arm around my waist and grabbed my cock. Then she patted my ass lightly and chuckled. She squeezed my nipple and wrapped her hand around my throat. Never letting go of my cock, she spun me around to face her. Still fully dressed and clamping my stiff dick, she approached my left ear and said "get on your knees and suck this dick". I got down immediately, although still concerned about fucking her. She stepped back and pulled her tight little shorts off. I don't know how she did it, but she had a sweet 7 " or so chocolate bar stuff in there. It sprang lose. She reached into a vase nearby and got a few condoms. I remained on my knees. She put it on, threw the others on the couch and stepped back towards me. She held the crown of my head and simply said "open". Oooo, I was so fucking ashamed for being sub pig for this girl, but I opened and started sucking. She kept telling me to look up at her when I sucked her dick. I paused and said to her in mid suck "you going to let me fuck you?" I had lost masculine/dominant hand ten minutes ago and knew it. She pulled it out of my wet mouth occasionally and slapped me with it. She began calling me names. "You bitch", "dick hungry faggot" and more. She suddenly stopped fucking my mouth and told me to get on the floor. By this time I was hers for anything. I crawled to the center of the living room and laid on my back. She grabbed some lube from the same vase and parked herself on the floor right at my base. Without any words she lifted my legs and greased my hole. It felt like I was 2 years old again, getting my diaper changed. I had never been in that position before. I was nervous, drunk and overwhelmed with lust in my blood. She lathered me up and just entered me with reckless abandonment. It hurt. She put my legs on her shoulders and tried to drill a hole to China. I tried desperately to clamp my ass closed. I pushed with my hands at her hips to attempt to slow her momentum. I thought about how stretched out my asshole would be. "What if my ass retains a huge gape?!! What am I to do if the next woman I'm with sees or feels how open my ass is?! That can't happen!" It added to the experience. I bitched, I moaned and I staggered her thrust in attempts to minimize the damage and pain. I did not give my ass away, it was being taken from me. It didn't belong to me at that time. She began to get frustrated because I wouldn't allow her to tee off on my born again virgin ass. She said "Come on now, give me that fucking ass, you can fucking take it...open that ass up for me!" She then, jumped up and sat on one of the two couches and told me to come to her. I did what I was told. She straddled my hips and had me ride her. An inch or two slid into me, but I still resisted much more. She pumped upwards and got up to about four inches in me. I moaned and howled. I almost did not recognize my own voice. This still did not satisfy her! She pushed me off of her like the many times I have, while ravaging a willing female subject. I fell back a bit and stumbled. I couldn't look her in the eye being so humiliated. She went to the other couch and sat down and again told me to come. I did what I was told. She told me to go back to the other couch. I started walking back and she said "no, fucking crawl over there and then crawl back". I did what I was told. When I got back she grabbed me by the back of the neck and said "You don't wanna take this dick, bitch? You know you love being my faggot. Don't you? Huh? Don't you, you little fucking whore?" I didn't answer, but she shook my head up and down like I was I voluntarily nodding in agreement. It was humiliating. Her dick stood straight up inches from my face. She put another condom on and pushed her cock into my esophagus. I sucked. I loved it. She began rubbing my face gently seemingly admiring and caressing my facial features. I have been on the opposing end of this exchange many times. There's nothing like a pretty, soft skinned female sweetly numbing on my cock. I usually feel and massage a woman's face while receiving a good dick suck. I guess Elle was showing the same sentiment to me as I savored her shemale cock. I felt soft, almost loved and appreciated the way she touched my face, and then she slapped the shit out of me, SLAP! It was hard but not bruise causing. It completely woke me up. It drove me crazy. When she noticed I enjoyed it she did it again and then again. Each time she did it off beat and tried to catch me by surprise. Elle even put in a few combos Slap! Slap! I sucked and moaned and craved it all she cursed me, and then complimented me. Caressed me, and then stung me. I think I lost my mind with pleasure. She suddenly stopped, withdrew her rod from my mouth and pushed me off of her. I stayed on my knees, she got up. Elle bent down and lifted me by the hips, another exchange I recall seeing from the other end. I was on the couch on my knees, forearms on top of the head rest, ass spread wide. She treated me like the whores you see in porn by playing and spreading my ass. Elle slapped it and chuckled. She was enjoying herself. She crouched over and sucked my balls and managed to pull my dick from behind and suck it. She grabbed the lube and got my ready. She kept sucking and violated my asshole with two fingers. The feeling had me convinced I would follow this bitch wherever she goes, if that's what she wanted. Elle stopped and laid on the floor next to the couch. I got up immediately and got on the floor too. She grabbed me by the hips and placed me on top of her again. She did it casually, like she had been packing my asshole every morning for years and expected it. By now I was a cock craving nut. I no longer held back. I sat on that dick and let it push my insides aside and get to the hilt. I hurt soo good. I didn't care about my gaping ass anymore, I wanted to be fucked. I began bouncing, increasing my frequency with each reinsertion. I got into it. Elle noticed and smile and said with a belittling tone "OO, look at you. Are you riding dick? You taking dick faggot? You are going to be my Friday pussy. You like that, sweetie?" I began responding "Yes I want you to have this ass. Yes. Take my hole. Stick it up in me..." Our sweat was building. Then she stopped again, to my disappointment. Again she pushed me off of her like I didn't matter and stood back up, asked me if I wanted some milk. I knew what that meant. She snapped her fingers and pointed towards the couch. I got back on the couch on my knees. She pushed into my ass with a even stiffer cock than before. All this drove me mad. I pushed my ass muscles outward to accommodate Elle's' sweet milk muscle. I wanted it all the way in now. I released sounds out of my mouth I couldn't duplicate today (unless she was here). I growled, I moaned, I yelled and encouraged her to penetrate and savagely interrogate my hot hole. We continued in this position for about five minutes when her pace increased and Elle started breathing even heavier than previously. She pumped and pumped and the sound of her soft skin slapping up against the back of my thighs balls and ass was resounding. She began moaning, mouth open wide "Ughhh, ughhh, ughhh, I'm cumming in your ass boy, Oooo, yeah I'm going coat you asshole." Then her hardest stroke ever, she slammed into my ass one last time and stayed there as she began shooting hot fresh cum into my ass. I went quiet, face tight with pleasure and pain. I wanted to pay attention to her cock as it pulsated from shooting streams of nectar. I listened to her moan. I felt her dick jolt with each shot. I could feel the warmth in my ass. It was something. I took the moment in. I felt how her hands felt on my hips and back. I took in the sub position I was in with a big live wire rod up my ass. I just stayed there. She eventually pulled out. I still remained in the same position, overwhelmed. She chuckled and asked "You ok?" I nodded yes. She reached around at my cock. I was hyper sensitive. She lubed me up and started jerking me from behind. I got into a rhythm. She stopped and told me to put on my boxers. I did it and got back in position on my knees. She jerked me a minute or two from behind and whispered in my ear "I don't want you to ever forget this so I'm going to give you a souvenir" The feeling of her voice vibrating my ear drum, the nights' humiliation and her gooey hand jerking my dick inside of my draws caused me to flood my boxers (boxer briefs). The stream of nut seamed endless. It was all over her hand, my cock and balls, and the front of boxers. She casually removed her hand and went to the bathroom to clean herself. She came right out and said "That's your souvenir...now take it home" and she handed me my shirt and smiled at me kindly. I thought to myself what a fucking mess, but just got dressed to complete the experience. Fully dressed I could feel my own cum flowing down my crotch and trickling to my ass, but my sick ass like that thought too. I told her "ok I'm leaving" very nonchalantly and started to the door. She sat down on the couch and grabbed my wrist when I started walking pass her and brought me close. She gave me one more slap, but softer, toying with the thought of earlier smacks. She then gave me a peck kiss and hugged me around my shoulders and neck warmly. It concluded, I left the apartment. As I walked down the stairs I see the gay guy at the lobby area. He looked at me, knowing to some extent, what had happened. The humiliation made me want more of it. He gave me a final glare as I left the building, with dry mouth, stretch hole, raw cheek, cum souvenir and all. That's it. A Tranny Whores Tale: Bambi Banga Unlike my other stories, this is not a true story all by itself, but it is a combination of true events put into one tale. Please comment. Kink ***** I sat at work struggling to keep my raging hard on at bay. I woke up horned up enough to fuck a whole in a sponge. My balls ached. I was beaming with animalistic lust. I stumbled through the work day in a sexual fog. The women at my job were objects as far as I was concerned today. When any woman entered my office to discuss business matters I starred in their eyes and fought mightily not to glance over their feminine form. I was able to complete my work day, but it was extremely difficult. I sat in the restroom several times to watch porn on my phone. Gangbangs and transsexuals were the orders of the day. I watched a 15 minute clip of a Brazilian tranny gangbang. She was a tan complexioned cutie, thin, and with a heavy cock. The men in the scene all had dark skin and anaconda-like cocks with hefty balls. The scene unfolded before me. They used the pretty shemale in almost every way imaginable. Two dicks in her mouth with one in her oiled ass, double anal with her shaft leaked fluid on one of the studs' abdomen and more. It ended with all three studs jizzing on her face, neck, and tits simultaneously. I was enthralled by it all. When it hit 5 o'clock I stopped by a local pub near the business district. I had devious plans to involve myself in the most lustful situation I could discover. I picked up a local alternative newspaper to pass the time as I drank myself to oblivion. I enjoy being toasty prior to my escapades. I read through the indie film reviews and restaurant critiques until I reached the back of the publication. There were the usual chat line numbers, straight & gay escort services, and my favorite, the transsexual escort section. Most of the pics and ads I grew accustomed to seeing; apparently the same 'workers' ran the same ads for months on in. Then, I came across a large picture ad. It read "Bambi Banga. Yes, it works. 5'8" 150lbs, 36C-24-37, 8 inches of shear ecstasy. Always ready to play. Call me at 818-xxx-xxxx." I was mesmerized by the photo. Bambi was a honey colored sex creature with firm breast that hung just right. She was wearing playboy bunny ears, no top, and stripper style wide fishnet stockings. The nipples on her C-cups we shielded by stickers with tassels hanging from them. Her 'faggot maker' was poking in between the stockings and was warped out for censoring purposes. My cock was protruding in my pants. A couple was sitting next me enjoying the after-work evening. The girl was closest to me. She turned and looked over her shoulder and saw the ads I was reading. She looked at me a bit stunned, looked at the ad, and looked at me again. She seemed both disgusted and amused. She spoke in her company's ear, apparently telling him what I was doing. They both laughed and I heard the gentlemen say "No way!" He peaked over her shoulder and laughed again. I didn't care. The liquor and my need for an encounter was so great that I wasn't bothered by who witnessed me in my search for the perfect 'chick with a dick.' I stood up to leave. I dropped a $50 on the bar counter and gathered myself. By this time the couple situated next to me were exchanging small kisses and stroking each others fingers. As I walked, I leaned in, invading their space, and said "Don't knock it until you try it." As I was finishing my statement, the guy tried pushing me away with his free arm. He was offended and wanted me, in no way, to challenge his heterosexuality. The brunt of the force missed me, but I got his drift. I looked at the girl and coyly said "You never know, he might have already." She turned to investigate his reaction as I kept walking. I laughed last and left the bar. In my car, I was a few notches above tipsy. With no hesitation I called the number on Bambi's ad. I told her a few of my likes. She gave me her location and instructed to meet her there. The location wasn't far from where I was. I was familiar with the area. I got there in five minutes. As usual, I parked away from the building and out of sight of anyone who might be gazing out of the window of my destination. I kept a flask of vodka in my glove compartment. I love vodka. As I reached for the glove handle I saw a feminine figure out of the corner of my eye about 50 feet away. I have an uncanny ability to spot trannies. I never understood how anyone claimed they were tricked by a transsexual woman. It was Bambi. She was crossing the street in a hurry. The succulent combination of her God given male-like athleticism and her convincing feminine demeanor, style, and sexual draw had me captivated. She was wearing a really tight black mini dress. It rose up her toned thigh and hugged her perfect ass as she walked. She had black and what looked like 4 or 5" ankle strap heels on. She took very short, brisk steps. She wore a simple white tee shirt that was undersized and the collar cut down the middle to expose what I was hoping to be soft stunning breast. Her hair was blonde and long. Seeing that flash of pure sexuality pass my eyes made my heart race. It was starting again. I trembled with anticipation of the debauchery to come. I managed to get a hold of the flask out of the glove compartment and took a quick swig. I felt warm, hot even. It was both the spirits and my blood that began boiling with untamed lust. I drank again. My nipples stiffening at the thought of my next adventure. My dick felt like a NASA shuttle preparing for departure. I was ready. I performed my ritual of emptying my pockets and stepped out of the car. I walked calmly, but it was a total farce. I was shaking with nervous energy on the inside. My entire body was sensitive. I was driven to see the meaty pipe on this bitch. I had plans to push it into my hungry mouth until it either poked a rib or gagged me uncontrollably. I wanted to drink the whore's milk straight from the utter. I reached my location. There was a gate that closed off an exposed brick corridor of sorts. I called Bambi and informed her I was outside. In no time she arrived at the gate, punched in the code on the keypad and welcomed me in. I finally saw her in person and up close. She was a doll. She smelled like a scented lotion with a touch of cucumber. My cock twitched. Her fragrance rushed into my nostrils. My one eyed friend was already drooling with pre-nut. She greeted me with eagerness. She came within inches of me as soon as I step through the gated threshold. She wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me in towards her 5'7" frame. Her right hand explored my chest and quickly worked its way to my waist. She took hold of my rod. She gripped it firmly through my pants. She was taking ownership of it for the night. My erection pleased her and heart went into my throat. Bambi let out "Ooh, my. We got to get you upstairs." She took me by the wrist and led me through the brick corridor, which led to an outside open space. There were several apartment doors. I remembering wondering "which one of these doors leads to this sexy bitch's place?" She led me to the door directly opposite of the corridor. She took her first step up the stairs, her mini skirt rose and flashed her right thigh. She had a well done tattoo of a lace garter belt wrapped around her right leg. The tattoo added to her appeal. As she climbed the remaining steps up to her apartment I googled over her apple ass jiggling in front of me. I wanted to peel her skirt up to her hips right on the stairway and tongue her anal rose bud, but I held on long enough to make to her place. It was a partially carpeted comfortable space. The rest of the apartment had dark oak floors. The lights were dim, which made the bright light from the staircase intrude from under her apartment door. I stood in the center of the main/living room. I placed my usual donation on a wall shelf. Bambi went over to it and ensured the amount was enough. She counted it, looked up and smiled at me. Then she came to me from behind and pressed her warm body against my back. Then she stepped around and in front of me and begin unbuttoning my shirt. She stared in my eyes as she undressed me. There was silence in the room. She pulled off my woven and threw it on the sofa. She pulled my undershirt up over my head and dropped it by her side. She was catering to me. I was in a strange place mentally. I was accustomed to being used by transsexual women and that's what I thought I came for. But this felt like a date that was concluding in sensual love making. Bambi stepped back behind me. She moved her soft hands down the length of my arms, then up my abdomen and paused at my chest. She used the index finger on each hand and circled around each of my nipples. I shook. She removed her hands briefly and I heard her mouth part followed by light sucking. Her hands and index fingers returned to my nipples wet from her juicy mouth. She teased me, barely touching them, but I could feel the moist coolness of her spit between my nipples and her fingers. My back arched involuntarily. My eyes rolled and I gave a light moan. I reached for my belt buckle as quickly as I could while entranced in the moment. I managed to unfasten myself and let my slacks drop to the beige carpet. I inched my under trousers down so my cock could breathe and my bare ass was pressed against the soft fabric of her skirt. Bambi pinched my nipples softly and I responded in harmony. She pinched them tighter and my subtle moans increased in volume. One hand disappeared briefly from my view and I was left with only her right thumb and index finger pinching, twisting, and turning my nipple. It was getting intense. My dick stood at full attention and jolted straight out from my pelvis. Pre-cum dripping and all. I was on an alcohol and hormonal induced cloud. My body was yearning to be satisfied. I wanted to take control of the moment, turn around, throw Bambi against the closest wall and pleasure the bronze goddess with all I could muster. Just as the thought built up in my mind, things suddenly change. I felt a meaty slap between my upper thighs in the voided area just below the run between my sphincter and my balls. It was the thickest faggot pleaser I've ever had the pleasure of contacting. Her prick felt abnormally wide. The shock drove me to an uncontrollable place in my horny little head. Bambi began easing in and out of my thighs with her stiff prick. Every forward poke lifted my stones and jabbed my own cock. She took me by the arms, around my elbows, and butterflied them behind my back. "That's a big dick" I said shallowly under my breath. She didn't said a word. The dry push between my legs suddenly stopped and her hand swiftly struck across my ass cheek like I was a street walker that came up short after servicing a Jon. She began turning me to face her. When we were eye to eye she smiled and rubbed the top of my skull for a few moments. I was sure where this was leading. The pressure on the top of my head increased and I took my first look at Bambi's spectacular tool. It was perfectly straight, had great girth, veiny, and made me hungry for throat yogurt. I began my descent with my legs straight; leaning forward. I opened my steamy mouth to engulf the mammoth and quickly felt the sting of an open hand slap across my face. Bambi simply said, "I didn't say a word about sucking dick. Did I? I was stunned and held my bruised self-respect gingerly. "Spit on it." She said without raising the decibel of her voice. "Hurry up." She continued. I tried to produce the most watery saliva I could conjure and let it ooze out of my mouth. Bambi pointed her cock upwards to allow my spit to run down the length of her tool. Once the beads made their way to the base of the cock, Bambi switched her focus back to me. She licked her two middle fingers and slapped me again across my already sore cheek and said "Turn back around." Bambi chuckled as I followed orders. She knew she had total control of the situation. Before I was fully turned she forced me to complete my 'about face' and returned her wet hard-on back between my thighs. Bambi grabbed my arms in the same spot and recommenced pumping my inner thighs. Every stroke made my anal canal wince. It felt like my prostate was pulsating. Bambi kept pushing my dick out of its normal position with every forward thrust between legs. "Ankles together" Bambi instructed. She pulled me making me arch my back, to my discomfort. She picked up the pace and every half second the mushroom head of her pipe peaked out the front of me then ducked back leaving trails of my own spit and her gooeyness. She was thick enough to compress my nerve endings. It felt like she was up against my two femur bones. My inner thighs produced a frothy substance from the friction and sex liquid from my mouth and Bambi's fat dick. Bambi didn't utter a sound as she forced me to give her a thigh job. She wrapped her arms under my pits grappling both shoulders and began spewing streams of warm nut without warning. She kept pumping and the cum shot on my balls and ricocheted off my own stiffy a few times, but mostly got caught between my thigh walls and ran down my legs, past the back of my knee caps and finally reached my Achilles heel. My dick was stone solid. My lower half was battered with shemale semen and I was dying for more. I thought to myself "use me the fuck up." Bambi released me. I took four or five baby steps to the table near the sofa. My pants were around my calf muscles so every step caused the sex juices to smear on the inside of each pant leg. I was a nasty horny mess. I shifted my weight and placed my hands on the table to support myself. I heard Bambi walk into her bedroom, but I didn't turn around. I spent a few moments accepting the fact there was sloppy goop on my thighs and legs and smeared on my pants. I could hear her fumbling in the bedroom. I heard the sound of hard plastic cracking and bending. Then I could hear her high heels clicking on the hardwood as she made her way back towards me. I could measure her distance and feel her presence. Bambi was about a foot behind me. With her 'fuck me' pumps she was nearly as tall as I am. I felt her lean in over my body, press her voluptuous breasts against my shoulder blades and gently blow on me ear. "Did you enjoy?" She asked. "Yes. Very much." I responded. "Very good" she quipped. "I have a surprise for you." "What might that..." I began to say. "Shhhhh." Bambi subtly interrupted. She kissed my cheek as if to comfort me and reached her arm over my shoulder and gently coiled around my neck. She nibbled my left lobe and began flicking it with her tongue. Her arm completed the circuit around my neck and shoulder. She pulled me upright and straightened my posture while licking my ear and biting at it. I could feel the pressure of her toned arms tightening around my neck. Her bicep made its way to the front of my Adam's apple and was flexed, keeping me in place. I closed my eyes and put my mind on every nerve ending throughout my body taking in the joys of her sweet yet abrasive affection. I anticipated what was next. Her grip around me became extremely tight and I experienced a new sensation. I felt a cool fluid followed by a piercing push against my puckered asshole. I naturally reacted with a jolt and forwarded my hips away from the sensation, but Bambi gripped me as hard as she could and began smiling. She was forcing something inside my ripe hole. I winced at the piercing. The probe felt cool but the pain it produced began to sizzle. I wondered what she was pushing inside my ass. I knew from her position and the shape of the anal intruder that it wasn't her cock. "I'm plugging you up. Have you ever had your ass plugged up before?" Bambi inquired. "Never." I struggled to say with the choke she had me in. The plug poked me and started to stretch my hole as the base of it approached my entrance. I deserved the hurt. The feeling and thought of Bambi putting an anal plug in me made me submit even more. My masculine mind frame was melting and making way for the fullness of being a toy for this sexy shemale bitch's amusement. The plug pushed towards my large intestines and poked my prostate. I bucked wantonly as Bambi choked me and kept pushing the ass cone inside of my faggot body. It was agonizing punishment and pleasure. My asshole snapped after being stretched to its limits. I took in the widest part of the plug and my entranced closed around the smaller section of it, sealing the training tool up my rectum. All that was visible was the wide base. With an open palm Bambi pounded the flat base forcing the plug to agitate my ass more and my dick to pulse. She struck again and it felt like the point of the cone popped out a vertebrae. All I could do was shout. My cock was hard and parallel to the floor. I was burning for more sexual torment. Bambi reached for the plug yet again, but this time, instead of slapping it further into my canal, she turned the flat base clockwise and made my elastic-like sphincter twist in the same direction. I felt my ass ripping. "Ahhh!" I screeched "Yeesss. That's it. Feel that shit." She said as she continued to twist. She released me and stood still behind me for a moment. I was panting hard and heavy. Again, she walked off into the shadows of the house. I leaned back on the table. I swiped the pre-cum from my knob licked from my fingers. It was tangy and cool from exposure to the breeze in the room. Bambi returned. I didn't hear the clicks of her heels, but the ashy sounds of bare feet scrapping across the hardwood. She moved slowly. Then, I heard a thump. She placed something behind me. It sounded like a box or something. Bambi placed her hands around my neck and pulled me downwards. She wanted me to sit. I obeyed. The object was lower than I expected. As I sat the butt plug pushed deeper inside my gut just as she had wanted. Bambi pulled at my arm, signaling me to spin to face her. She was naked. Her 36c cups proudly pronounced from her chest. Her succulent nipples were a darker tone than the rest of her body. They were perky and perfect. I glanced over the rest of her body. Bambi's abs were tight and it was clear she worked at keeping her heavenly frame in great shape. She had the cutest belly button with a faint trail of hair that led my eyes down to her gorgeous dick. I couldn't get over how massively thick it was. Her tool was veiny, and had bulbous head that shined like it was shellacked in the dimly lit room. She placed her right leg on the box-like seat I was sitting on and caressed the crown of my skull with her left hand. She was grooming my hair with her hand until I realized my next order of business. I wrapped my left arm around her thigh and clenched her meaty womanhood with my right hand. I squeezed her pipe at the base and watched the front four inches swell and leak from the tip. It was soft at the touch, but firm as steel, hot and trickling pre-cum. I was in awe of her chiseled 'wang.' I leaned in and open my mouth to suck. I miscalculated just how fat her cock was. I thought I opened my salivating mouth wide enough to devour it, but I could hardly get my dick sucking lips over the head. I opened wider, placed my hand on the small of Bambi's back, and pushed her in closer. "Too much dick for you, huh?" Bambi asked. I nodded to indicate "yes." She pushed her hips forward and palmed the back of my head. Her fingers were spread wide. I opened my jaw as far as I could. I squinted tightly as if the morning sun interrupted my sleep. My eye ducts filled with liquid and ran the surface of my cheek. I gagged like no other. She kept the pressure on the back of my head. I loved the feeling of being force fed the monster of a dick Bambi had, but I knew I couldn't take it all. My entire airway was blocked. I coughed with the spit having nowhere to go but back down my throat. Bambi was focused on making me suck all of her cock in lieu of my struggles. She clamped my bottom jaw as she continued applying force to the back of my head with her other hand. Her own jaw was clenched tight and she spoke through her teeth. A Tranny Whores Tale: Bambi Banga "I'm going to train your motherfucking throat" she said. "You going eat every fucking inch." She snarled at me. Every time my throat spasmed my sphincter clenched around the plug that was jammed up my ass. I was overwhelmed. I pulled my head back, trying to break free from the crazy bitch's clutch. I wanted her dick out of my mouth. It was too much. 'Slap!!' 'Slap!' "Uh uh!" She corrected me as she swiftly stung. My face with two vicious slaps. "Suck and stop fucking fighting!" She ordered. "It's almost there." She said as a perverse form of encouragement. I gave up. I placed my arms down and kept my eyes closed. I let her suffocate me with dick and abuse. My stomach churned full of spit and vodka. I was light headed. Bambi was more than half way in my throat. It felt like her shaft could reach my collar bone through my windpipe. She thrusted in and out. My esophagus and trachea were bruised and sore. Large amounts of liquids pancaked on the hardwood every time she reversed out of my mouth. I was sick, but she kept pushing and pulling. She gave one last push to my head as thrusted her pelvis to my brow. In one motion I felt something in my throat pop and her entire dick was in. I actually did it, but it came at a cost. My nose pressed against her just below her precious belly button. Bambi traced the imprint of her fleshy cock, which was visible through my neck. I could smell her balls and my own spit. Her cucumber fragrance mixed in with the unmistakable stench of a new butt plug and her perspiration. She kept her rod in my orifice in silence. She breathed heavy and sweat ran down her body. I was running out of air fast. I became faint and uncomfortable, but the abuse gave my entire body chills. I wanted to cry with pleasure. I was capped from both ends. I place my hands on her hips and pushed to get her dick out. I was in dire need of oxygen. She fought with me and said in a tone of ecstasy "Almost. Baby." She let the head out of my throat as I gasped for air as quickly as I could. Then she slammed right back in and pushed me down on the butt plug. I could tell she was on her tippy toes. She forced me down harder and again without warning started nutting down my throat, giving me the yogurt I worked so hard for. Every jolt of her dick rattled in my neck. I could feel the cum, but couldn't taste it. The spout pushed beyond my taste buds. Her cock sprayed four or five times and headed through the rest of my digestive system. I didn't even have to swallow. Her goo was pumped straight to my belly. After the fifth shot of nut, I pulled my head back as hard as I could. The top of her dick snapped out of my airway and made a sound like a cork popped. I coughed up the remaining sperm and saliva and attempted to clear my throat. I was totally spent. There was extra space in my wind pipe from the excessive stretching. The void left me lonely. Bambi jerked her huge dick a few more times before allowing it to hang freely. It was covered in sex juice and although partially limp, it was still very plump. "I knew you could do it!" She said playfully. She returned back from the domineering place she visited in her head. "No. You forced me." I said, still clearing my throat. "It worked" Bambi retorted with a nonchalant smile. I would like to tell you that Bambi's cum was delectable and creamy, but I tasted such a small amount. The majority of the load never touched my tongue. My ass periodically pulsated on the plug as I sat on the ottoman. I didn't bother to remove it. Although I was raging with lust, my dick was limp. She fucked my face to submission and I no longer felt like a man. Just a piece meat, used up for her pleasure. Bambi shuffled along towards the bathroom. I heard her wash herself up. She returned to the living room and said "I don't want any pussy so you can jerk your dick or something." I was embarrassed and insulted, but I loved it. I stood up and sat on an end table next to her sofa and grabbed my cock. I rocked slowly and felt my cock stir up. Bambi stood about five feet from me, focused on her manicured nails, barely looking my way. I bounced more intently and started to stroke myself. My cock grew stiff quickly. I felt the full impact of the plug every time I fell back on the table. I was pulling at my cock feverishly. My eyes were closed and my chin high. Bambi eventually came close and stepped in between my thighs. She inched close and carefully, not to disrupt the rapid motions of my fist around my aching dick. She started sucking on my neck and moaned on my vocal chords. The vibrations added to my sensation. She licked, bit, and sucked my neck ferociously occasionally talking in my ear. She worked her way down my collar bone. She ran her tongue and lips across it as if she were sucking the sauce off a spare rib hot off the grill. Bambi started stroking her own cock and worked her way to my nipples. She spit and slurped on them one at a time with her wide mouth and freakishly elongated tongue. I was getting closer to the release my entire body craved. I let out sounds best described as pouts and kept my eyes closed. I followed with "Oooh, I'm close baby. I'm going cum." in a raspy whisper. Bambi stroked herself more intently and rubbed the tip of her sterling cockhead along the upper-bounds of my ball sack all while she kept sucking my sensitive little titties. "Here it is! Here it is! Aaaghh" I screeched as I shot watery squirt after squirt of sticky sperm. My ass muscles worked themselves to soreness from contracting on the plug every time I blasted a stream of cum. I kept pulling on my cock making the cum spray in all directions. It felt never ending. Most of it plastered Bambi's pelvis and drenched her own shaft. As I slowed down my stroke and the bliss started to subside she prompted me to go low. I got on my knees and made sure the base of the ass plug pressed against the heels of my foot. Bambi slid her semi-hard pipe, covered in my own gooey juices, into my mouth. She was much more gentle then earlier. I licked my own nut off of her and savored the taste of my sperm. I gave her a proper blow job. My hand remained around my own cock, which was finally done erupting. I sucked for a few more moments until Bambi was completely flaccid. I looked up at her feeling insecure and desperate for her approval. She smiled. There was a moment of tranquility when suddenly her apartment bell alerted us. I looked at Bambi with a little nervousness. She briskly helped me to my feet. She smirked again as she looked at me, then glanced down at my sloppy chin and cum glazed lips. She looked back up into my eyes. She seemed like she was contemplating. The bell rang again. Bambi moved in close to my face and slowly kissed me. We shared the still warm cream between our tongues and she pecked my lips a few times. She slowly broke off the kiss and a strand of semen followed her bottom lip and eventually broke. "Who is that?" I asked. "That's my next date. You have to stay and hide in the closet." She said. "What the fuck." A Tranny Whores Tale Ch. 02 This is a continuation my tales of Elle. based on real events...Please vote AND comment! thx By the time I pulled up near the house it was 4am. I was drunk, completely revved up and ready for some action. I emptied my pockets of everything except Elle's 'offering'. I took my last swig of vodka from the bottle and took one last deep breath. "He we go, again." I thought. Here I am 4 in the morning, in a complete trance, walking to meet my fate. I felt a mixed sense of fear and courage, shame and shamelessness. My pace quickened, I couldn't get there fast enough. My eyes roamed the neighborhood as I walked, wondering who was up, whose eyes are on me, and who knew where I was headed. Was she watching me from a window as I struggled to see the addresses on her neighbor's homes? Does she remember me? Seemed like a silly thought at first, "of course she remembers you" I thought. Then again, she has probably broken quite a few new hungry assholes since my initiation. I may very well be just another fresh boy she flipped into a tranny dick craving nut. As soon as I reached the front door of her duplex, it quickly opened and there was Elle ready to greet me. She had dark blue designer jeans on with a boot cut, sexy stilettos, a cute, tight, turquoise blouse that accented her molasses C cup breast perfectly, matching earrings and bangle, with long jet black hair. She was delicious looking as ever. I'm not much for tons of makeup, but Elle apparently had mastered highlighting her features with discretion. She waved me inside and I quickly responded and darted inside. "Hey baby" she greeted, while reaching for a hug. I hug her like she was a long lost girlfriend, I hadn't seen in years. I thought to myself "maybe this will be different than last time". She asked me how I was and told me to strip. She was casual. I looked around the apartment. It was small, more like an efficiency. The place seemed to be made for frequent travelers. It wasn't a home, just a place to live. The entrance of her apartment lead directly into a small living room, that Elle kept dark. I stepped closer to a chair; I managed to find in the darkness. I begin taking my clothes off, starting with my shoes, then my pants. When pulled my shirt over my head, my eyes came into focus and I noticed someone lying in the bed in the room next to the living room. At first I was a little startled. "Who is that?, Is that a man or a woman?, are they gonna rob me?" I thought. I played cool and said nothing. Deep down inside I was hoping it was ANYONE willing to join us. The alcohol provided me with enough stones to take on whatever was coming my way. I stood naked. Elle looked at me from across the living room. "Do you have condoms?" she asked. "No, don't you?" I responded. "Damn" I thought. I finally muster the courage to go through with it and there's a problem. Disappointed, I said "I think I'll just go. Thanks for your time, Elle". She began pleading. "No, baby, don't go." I continued "No, I think its best. We don't have any protection". Elle got close to me and began rubbing on my chest. I could see the silhouette of her poutty lips and her puppy dog eyes in the darkness. "You could go to the store, real quick" she said. At that point, I wasn't in the mood for any more laboring or traveling, not to mention the circumstance was sobering me fast. I grabbed my clothes and began getting dressed. As I went to buckle my jeans, Elle grabbed me by the shirt. She had seen enough. She grabbed my cheeks, squeezing my lips together. "WE ARE going to the store...and I'm driving" Elle informed me. She continued, "You know you wanna stay...So I can fuck you like last time!" I was a little surprised she remembered. I had mixed emotions. She was right, I wanted to stay. I didn't want to head home with the same amount of sperm in my balls as I left with. I also didn't want to go out in public with her! Late night or not, this is a small world, and I feared someone would see us together. How could I explain it...I couldn't. Elle grabbed some cash from her purse along with her keys and said "let's go". Her sense of authority made me yield. I shyly followed behind her out of the apartment entrance, then stepped pass her out the front door, while she locked up. I stood outside, about to be accompanied by the sexy TS lady that had my number in a way I attempted to deny, but also desperately craved. She stepped out and led the way to her car, an old dodge neon. I tagged behind, trying to create a path of my own, self-creating a fear of the neighbors watching and perhaps knowing me. We hopped in the car. There was a convenience store a few blocks away. I lucked up; there was no one in the lot and apparently no one in the store. "Go in there and get 2 packs of magnums" Elle said, offering me a ten spot. "Why can't you go?" I asked. "Because I'm paying for it" she retorted. I figured what the hell. It's best I settle it and go in there before people show up. I took the cash, jumped out the car and went inside the store. I quickly asked for 2 packs of magnum condoms. Money exchanged and I left. I opened the car door and had visions of Elle peeling off immediately, like we held the place up. The deed was done. I was out of the bright mini-mart lights and ready to proceed in the shadows. But, Elle didn't pull off at all. Instead, she calmly searched the bag and checked the receipt. Then, a car pulled up into the parking lot about 30 feet away. My heart responded with resounding thumps. "Fuck" I thought. The car was blaring music and had dark windows. The driver jumped out to, apparently, check a tire. The passenger got out and leaned against the car, in direct line of sight of our driver side. Elle placed the change in the plastic bag and began opening one of the boxes of magnums and said "I want you to suck my dick while I drive". She said it with certainty that I would oblige her. My heart went in my throat. My eyes switched between her and the guy leaning against the passenger side of the car in the lot, as he seemed to be looking directly at us. Elle, nonchalantly, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them to her knees. She revealed her high cut turquoise panties. She pulled her pretty panties aside and revealed her semi hard faggot maker. She palmed her chocolate shaft with her right hand and stroked it to attention. It looked delicious; those pretty manicured nails wrapped around that sweet chocolate pipe, getting thicker by the moment. I remained, intently still, unsure of anything. Elle bit the end of one of the condoms and ripped it open. She proceeded to lower the window and toss the empty wrapper out and onto the ground. She, then, turned on the car light, searched the proper end of the magnum before turning the light off. My eyes lowered as I watched the on-looker piece the puzzle together. My humiliation had begun. She unrolled the condom onto her now stiff dick. She raised her hips occasionally as she completed the task with no regard of exposing herself to the on-looker. She put the car in reverse when she said "You ready?" She began slowly backing the car up and stared at me. I could not stare back. I stalled. I try to appear normal as we slowly made our way out the lot. She put the car in drive and began driving towards the exit. We were about 10 feet from the only other car in the lot when she said "Well?...Suck this fucking dick." As we approached them from our passenger side, I took one last glimpse before lowering my head into Elle's lap, a cocksucker giving road head at the mini-mart. She opened all the windows and allowed the spring air to blow. I was hungrier than I thought. Once close up to her body I could smell her sex; the perfect blend of feminine products and the natural stench of a fleshy cock. I took her head in my warm mouth, anxious to please. I slurped on it, nubbed at it, kissed it, and pushed it halfway down my throat. She pushed on my head with her elbows while she drove. "That's right, suck it up." She said as she began speaking louder. "Suck that dick up, little boy". She placed her right hand on my head and pushed hard. Her cock went straight down my esophagus and my throat clamped the shafts head. I gagged saliva like never before. Elle chuckled and reached her hand under my chin. She pumped my orifice like the pistons in the car engine. I stared at her pubic hairs and torso and all I could hear was face fucking sounds and wind blowing through the vehicle. She ordered me to lick her balls, which I performed right on queue. I lapped them with my tongue, wide strokes. I cupped my mouth at the base of her dick and gave a moist massage. We were soon back on her street. I lightened up my cock worshiping so she could park, though I continued to stare at the fleshy monster. She turned the engine off. By this time, I was on the floor of the car draped over the console like a cock hungry nut. My dick was bulging out my pants and my nipples were stiff. I wanted to suck cock. 2 of them if there were another. It didn't matter. I slowly leaned up and gathered myself. Elle again was taking her time, so I got out and walked to her front door. She soon joined me and we returned to her apartment. She ordered me out of my clothes as she got undressed. Completely naked, standing in front of me, she opened up another magnum and rolled it down her shaft. She walked closer to me allowing her nipples to brush up against me. I trembled from the sensation. We walked closer to the sofa, where I went to my knees like I was preparing for the Sabbath. Her beautiful cock was sticking straight out and poked me in the neck as I lowered myself. I placed both hands on her hips and spread my fingers as wide as I could. Instead of moving my head onto her prick, I pulled her to me and opened wide. Controlling her center of gravity, I pushed and pulled her pipe in and out of my hot mouth. I was in cocksuckers heaven, but Elle quickly became bored. She pulled her dick out of my throat, pressed her hand against my forehead, and pushed my head back until it was on the sitting part of the sofa. I had to adjust my body on the fly. She had absolutely no regard for how contorted my body was. My upper body was on the sofa, while my legs supported the rest of me. She got on her knees between my legs, at my bodies delta. She pushed my legs high and began licking my puckered hole. She got it nice a gooey. She lapped it, intruded it, and flat out spit in my ass before drilling for oil. Her head came up and she had a lust filled gaze. Elle was ready for some ass. I heard her entering my asshole. It was the sound of her lubricant mixing in with my own ass juice and the slippery condom stretching my ass tissue. She pushed to make room. I began to squeal. The initial thrust always hurts. She pulled back and tried again. I pushed my ass muscles open to accommodate my anus' new roommate. It hurt. I grinned and bared it. I felt several pulses wave through my torso. "Ohh...she gonna mess up something inside me" I thought. She pushed slowly and persistently. It was reminiscent of an ocean liner charting through the waters; strong and steady. My sphincter popped and reverberated halfway up my spin. I lashed out in pleasure as I wrapped my legs around her waist. Foolishly, I reached up to hold her. I wanted her body warmth as she used my asshole. She pushed my chest and returned me back to my place. I wanted to have a tantrum. I don't know why. But, I loved what she was doing to me, the way she made me act. It was soo unlike my everyday demeanor. "This gotta nerve to feel good." She said. "What?" I edged her on. "This ass of yours. You got good ass, bitch." She toyed as she began pumping me harder. Her words had a big effect on my psyche. I suddenly was very proud, near arrogant, about how good my ass was. Suddenly, I understood the girls who always paraded around over how good there pussy was. Truth is, most pussies and whore holes like mine felt great, but its something about someone telling you how good your receiving end is that makes you gain a peacock type of pride. It's different than a girl telling you your dick is good. As happy as I was that my asshole made Elle's dick happy, I wanted more. I got aggressive. I pushed her hips and her sloppy wet cock reversed out my tunnel. I jumped up and got on my knees on the sofa. She followed me. My ass had been spit open now, and she entered with no problem. She took my hips and went to work. I was turned on by the sound of my own legs being slapped against. I went ballistic, thinking about what was happening to me. Listening to my bashing seemed surreal...third person even. I grunted and panted. I encouraged her when I wanted a pounding, then whined for her to slow down when she obliged me. I felt new regions of my body being invaded. It felt like my hips were expanding, like the fucking was turning me into a feminine form. Elle pushed on my lower back every time I tried to arch it upwards. She was force feeding that massive black dick to my starving shithole. She lowered herself onto my back, again allowing her nipples to stroke my back and body. She kissed my right shoulder. Then, bit it. Then, she opened her mouth wide and bit me on the back of my neck, like a lioness does her cubs. Elle wrapped her arms around my rib cage and gave me long, deep, mean strokes. She pumped and pumped without letting the back of my neck go. She released briefly to speak and saliva inadvertently drooled out her mouth, down the back of my ear, and rear-ended to my chin. "I'm going to get you pregnant...Knock u up with my nigger seed." She hissed. I had not expected those words and they drove me bonkers. I started pushing my ass on her stiff rod like I was Kelly 'fucking' Wells. She held my ribcage tighter and started grunting in the back of my head. The vibration wiggled my ears. Elle sprayed 8 to 10 streams of goo that would have surely knocked me up had the condom been absent. Elle let out grunt after grunt until her sack was void of swimmers. I pushed harder as her dick went limp in attempts of keeping it in me. She pulled out, disposed of the condom and sat back on the sofa. I hadn't cum yet and was still suffering from cock lust. I started repeating "I want more. I want more. I want more, baby." I got on my knees on the hardwood floor. I placed myself between her thighs and started stroking her. "You're still horny?" She asked in surprise. I continued to stroke her shaft until it was hard again. She joined in and wrapped her hands around my hand as we yanked her off. "I want you to drink it." As soon as I heard that I opened up my mouth and went to engulf her. She pushed my forehead away. She took control of the jerking. I placed my face at the base of her cock and watched and waited. I kept attempting to lick and suck, but without a condom she would not let me. She jerked for a while and I got weary of waiting and I refused to take her cum without tasting her first. it was a stale mate. I jumped up, grabbed another magnum and sat on Elle's lap. I spit in my hand, greased my hole, and took command of the pipe. I sat. I pushed. I bounced. I began riding her sweet dick like a mini-skirt wearing pro. I pushed harder and harder. I tried to hurt my ass and gape it forever. My eyes were rolling. I was moaning like a whore. Elle grabbed me by the throat. It was cutting off my breathing. The sensation fit the moment. She began hissing obscenities at me. "You're a cock crazed faggot! You know that?!" She spat at me. She pulled me by the throat onto her cock as hard as she could. I bounced with her heaves. She took her other hand and slapped me across the face. Once. Twice. I struggled at my own cock, jerking it wildly. I wanted to scream, but could only pout loudly and said "Pump my fucking ass. Ohh. I'm cumming!" Then a stream of chalky white stickiness glazed Elle's tits. Then, another one splashed her neck. A few spurts soaked her ribcage and abdomen. The last shot splashed my chest and ran down my abs. I pulled at my cock and milked it for any fluid my cock could shoot. Elle had both hands around my neck and her onyx phallus buried up my asshole. All that could be heard was the heavy breathing of a tranny and her possessed cock toy. My body continued to jolt, though no sperm was coming out of me. I slowly relaxed my breathing and leaned in on her. She loosened her grip around my throat, but didn't let go. Her body was tired, but she refused to stop paining me until I was totally complete. After the eruptions subsided, I slowly got off of her and asked where the bathroom was. My extremities were shaking. My experience was mind altering. On my way to the bathroom I passed the person lying in the bed in the next room. It was a woman. I walked pass the bed and looked at her. Her eyes were closed. She cut her eyes open to take a peep and saw me looking directly at her. She quickly re-closed her eyes, smirked and giggled. As I waked further away, I heard her whisper "cute faggot" and sighed. I cleaned up and returned to the living room to get dressed and go. Elle was still on the sofa. She looked exhausted. She saw me out and as we hugged, she gave me a quick soft peck on my lips. In my last act of bravery, I took her 'offering', folded it in my hand and reached around to her ass. I briefly fingered her opening and stuff her gift in between her thick ass cheeks. "Maybe next time we can try some other things" I coyly stated. "Next time, don't wait soo long to come see me" She responded. And I didn't.