Cocksuckers waiting for the opportunity
How many times have you walked into a bar, seen a hot woman at the bar, bought her drinks ass nite, take her home, and THEN find out that she’s got a cock bigger than yours tucked away in her panties? Nope, hasn’t happened to me either. But, if it did happen, would you suck off her big cock and let her fuck your ass harder than you’ve ever fucked any woman? What if no one that you know ever found out? You know that you’d be on that cock faster than it would take her to grab you by the back of your head and shove your head down on her cock.
It’s not like every guy hasn’t thought about sucking cock at some point, and gotten a stiffy from it. Sucking a shemale cock just puts a better package around the cock for most guys. The illusion of a woman looking down at you while you’ve got a mouth or ass full of cock makes sucking cock for these guys “OK”. 
I say, if she’s got a nice cock, there is no shame in a straight guy going down on her and begging her to spread your legs and fuck you like a bitch. Odds are, you’ll cum just from her big cock massaging your prostrate and spray your load all over your own face as she pulls out of your ass and jacks her big cock off on your face as well.
First Time Meeting in Cleveland - Part 3
After hanging up the phone, my shemale mistress kept a firm hold of my balls while I was down on my hands and knees. Then, I felt her work two fingers into my ass. The feeling of being penetrated like that almost made me cum on the spot. Feeling her spread my asshole apart with just two of her fingers made me think that there would be no way that I could take her thick cock. “Hump my fist faggot,” she said, and I started moving back on forth on her fingers fucking myself.
I was moaning as I was fucking myself on her fingers. She told me that I, “needed something in my mouth to keep me quiet,” while I was fucking myself. She slipped off her heels and shoved one of her pumps into my mouth toe first to gag me. I could smell the scent of her stocking foot drifting out of the shoe and I was on the verge of cumming again, but I managed to hold back. When she removed her fingers from my ass, and replaced them with what seemed to me like a huge butt plug. Tears came to my eyes as the rounded base of the butt plug pushed past my asshole to fill me up.
When I was plugged, my mistress took a seat in her chair again, and removed her shoe from my mouth. She put her fingers which had just been up my ass in my mouth for me to suck clean and then grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed my face into her crotch to kiss her thick cock through her panties. I could feel her cock grow with each kiss that I gave it. I was hoping that it would pop out of the side of her panties and right into my mouth, but I knew that she would make me beg for that privilege.
To be continued …
First Time Meeting in Cleveland - Part 2
My shemale mistress finally got to my room at the end of the hallway, and luckily for me, no one had come out of their rooms to see me crawling behind her on a leash and collar. When she got into the room and closed the door, she dropped the leash of the floor and went to sit in the chair across the room. She crossed her long legs and lit a cigarette while I was still on my hands and knees where she left me. Once she had taken a few drags from her cigarette, she told me to stand up and to strip.
She was slightly smiling as I stripped for her because she could still tell that I was nervous. When I was naked, she instructed me to crawl to her. My stiff cock was rubbing against my thighs as I crawled across the floor, stopping at her feet. She held out her hand, and I knew that she wanted the leash back. Without being told, I lowered my head and picked the leash up with my teeth and placed it in her hand. She yanked on the leash to lift up my head and blew her smoke into my face.
She knew from our emails that I had a foot fetish. She pointed to her foot, and I lowered my head to start kissing the arch of her stocking foot. She pulled on the leash to have me kiss my way up her long leg and she flicked her cigarette ashes on me. When I got to her knee, she grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head to the inside of her thigh. I managed to steal a glance up her skirt from this position, and I could see a hugh bulge in her panties and pantyhose. My cock was starting to drip precum at this point; I wanted to be kissing her big cock through her panties and pantyhose before wrapping my lips around it.
While I was kissing my way up to her bulge, the phone in my room rang. My heart almost beat out of my chest - it had to be my wife calling me at my hotel room. I told my mistress that I needed to answer the phone. She picked up the phone herself and held it up to my ear so I could talk. She was standing behind me while I was still down on my hands and knees talking on the phone while my shemale mistress was holding the receiver. It was difficult to keep my compsure while talking to my wife, especially when my shemale mistress reached down and squeezed my balls. I should have just told my wife what I was doing so I could start sucking on my mistress’ big cock, but the wife finally said goodnight.
To be continued in Part 3 …
