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This is the third story following "How I Started," and shares my experiences between the ages of 19-29. These are prelude stories to the series of "Playtime Stories" I wrote. I hope you enjoy them as much as I had "researching" them. They are mostly true so enjoy! I LOVE COMMENTS!!!!
3. Drive-Through Guy & Motel Gurl
I quickly became obsessed with sucking and fucking black cock in arcades. Actually, I was up for practically any cock in an arcade. The cocks turned away were few and far between. At the time I was in the deep south, most of the time I was either the only white person in a place filled with horny young black men who craved a guilt free and anonymous blow job or fuck. It was winter and I was obsessed with being used and cum in or on. I used seven or eight large boxes of condoms and twice as many bottles of lube.
Back in November, I’d made the mistake of going home for Thanksgiving. At the end of the no-sexathon week I told my family I couldn’t make it back at the end of December. Instead, I took my own sex vacation and hopped around from motel to motel and city to city in search of intense nasty sex in public or semi-public places.
I discovered rest stops and truckers. I answered adds and ran my own. I paid for Femme-Dom training and had myself pegged with strap-ons while dressed like a whore. From these women I learned that dildos on women don’t work like cocks on men at all. I also learned a lot about walking in heels, makeup, and the importance of enemas. I went to gay clubs and found that I wasn’t really attracted to relationships and monogamy. I played in all these places as a guy and a gurl with equal zeal but varied levels of satisfaction. Sucking cock as a guy was much less exciting for me than dressed as a whore. Conversely, as a cute young guy, I sucked, fucked, and then slept with an older black gentleman and was awoken as he began to fuck me hours later. I found bathhouses and enjoyed cum play and degrading things like golden showers. I was almost as popular as a young guy as I was in the arcades as a porn-booth blow-job queen.
Finally, in the ATL, I found sex theaters. Wow! Plenty of cock. Couples. Other trannys and bottom boys. And tops! Lots of straight married male tops!
After the whirl-wind winter break, I returned to work and went back to living for the weekend. I would do all I could to be excused and leave early for the city. The local arcades and the motels were very accepting of me and though I never ran into either the young boy or the black guy who both fucked and sucked me that first time (Ch. 2), I did meet many others who did similar things with me. I also tried different positions as a gurl, like topping a tall normally dominant black guy or fucking twinks that caught my attention. Actually, there were quite a few black twinks, but I soon realized that, as a white-gurl, topping anyone black was a rarity. As a guy it was quite a different matter altogether – yes, a LOT of black twinks loved being nailed by a fit white guy…I was surprised, but only a little. I often brought a guy back to the motel and fucked a couple more times to end my night. Sometimes I would clean up and return to being a young man, sometimes I would sleep as a gurl until daylight and then clean up.
My favorite motel was the same one I had been using on and off for over a year. It was owned by an Hindu-Indian family. They were so Indian they spoke in one of the finest British accent I have ever heard. The wife was a bit of a bitch and despite recognizing me as a regular, she never gave me a discount. On the other hand, the husband and his brother frequently gave me ten or even twenty dollars off. At some point the bother went off to open his own motel and the husband started running the counter most of the time. I guess someone told her she had attitude issues.
One Friday in early February I arrived later than I wanted and checked in. The manager, I think his name was Patel, was unusually quiet with me and also seemed to study me closely. It felt odd, especially given that I had just left last Sunday and he’d waved at me as he was hosing the flowers as I drove off. He gave me a discount and gave me my favorite room, on the outside of the “U” shaped motel, pretty much as far away from the office as possible, and in the direction of the nearest arcade. As I received the key, I sneezed from the heavy curry smell in the air and cleared my sinuses.
Patel said in a very Indian-British accent, “Bless you, and have a vonderfol night.”
I thanked him and gave him a second look with the “wonderful night” comment.
I got to the room and transformed into Rebeca – a thigh-length black leather coat hiding a leather vest, a matching micro-miniskirt, stockings, and heels all below an expensive dark amber-red curly wig and deep dark eye shadow and bold dark red lips.
I left a little after nine and needed a quick bite to eat and headed to the Carl’s Jr. and got a nice burger from a nice young guy who took a few moments to figure out my dirty little secret. When I could see he’d figure me out and liked what he’d discovered, I widened my thighs a bit, showing him my creamy skin and the bottom of my black Lycra panties. He smiled in a manner that let me know he was interested as he gave me my change and my coke. Then he ducked back in to fetch my burger and fries.
I decided to see if I could make another fantasy come true.
The young man returned and I asked if the restroom door was unlocked. This store had an outer set of restrooms, instead of the inside restrooms that are so common, partially because of gurls like me I suppose. He handed me my food and smiled. “I think they are locked, but if you want I can come out and open it for you.”
I smiled and told him I would park and meet him at the door. I pulled back around the entire restaurant and parked across from the restroom doors. I squirmed out of my coat. As promised, he came out with a key tied to a large cooking spoon and looked for me. I got out of my car with my skirt, a short black leather mini-skirt, hiked up just enough to show off my garters and the creamy tops of my thighs. I turned my ass to face him and grabbed my purse. I turned back to see him frozen like a statue focused om me. I strutted over to him and thanked him “for such personal service”. He smiled and opened the door.
As I went in I decided to give him every opportunity, and said, “I, uahm, would you mind just waiting a moment for me?” He said sure and that it was slow right now, it was slow, and that he could give me all the time I needed.
I went in and lifted the toilet seat and then turned around and opened the door to see him shivering in the night cold and probably with some adrenaline and sexual excitement. I smiled and said, “I think the toilet seat is stuck in the up position, can you come in and lower it for me?”
Without missing a beat, he looked both ways and said, “Well, uhm, sure, I think it sticks every once in a while.” He stepped past me and I let the door close us in. He easily lowered the seat and turned to me in the cramped room. I smiled and groped him. He reached me and groped my ass.
His cock was nearly completely rigid and I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth like a practiced whore. He fumbled with his pants, nearly breaking his zipper, and then opened his fly and pulled himself through his briefs. I opened wider, closed my lips around the base of his cock, and began sucking him off. His cock was a fine piece of sweaty teenage poor white-boy stock. He had to be popular with the girls because he was easily eight inches and nicely thick. His orange pubic hairs kept going up my nose. I felt him reach over my back and pull my skirt the last few inches over my hot perfectly round ass. His hand slipped under my T-bar panties and a finger, then a second, slipped right up into my clean asshole. I got annoyed with his pubes and pulled a condom out of my purse. Opened it and in seconds had it stretched over his glorious young cock. He knew where this was going and stepped back and over to the door. I stood and bent into the sink and the mirror. I looked at him over my shoulder and then looked at him in the mirror and said, “Fuck me, drive-through boy!”
He leaned forward and pushed himself deep into my boy-cunt. His hands found my new silicon falsies – a $300 Christmas gift to myself and others like this young man. He gripped them and pulled back on me as he pushed himself in and then pulled out, fucking me deep. I held the sink and pushed and pulled myself in time to get the most his cock could offer. The initial surge of pain and stretching was a familiar thing and went away by the third full pounding slam of his adolescent cock. He slammed my prostate g-spot and took me toward orgasm. I knew by the seventh or eighth slam into my cunt that if he kept up for long I would cum without touching my cock. I watched him in the mirror and saw that there was little chance of that, and then enjoyed the spectacle of myself being bounced back and forth, forward and back as he fucked me. My expensive red wig flowed forward and back in time with his pounding. I looked amazing, except for a smear of dark-red lipstick from sucking his cock. He slammed into me a few more times and then pulled out.
He leaned back into the restroom door and stripped off the condom. “I’m gonna cum…suck my dick!!”
I pivoted around and down in a familiar movement and kneeled just as his first orgasmic spasm hit. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock better than any woman would. I took him mid-way into my mouth and felt his cum explode onto my tongue and into the back of my throat. He jacked himself slowly. I reached up and replaced his own had with mine and made a circle around his cock with both my hand and my mouth. I sucked him for a full minute and got all of his cum out. He gently motioned me off his sensitive dick. I pulled away and stood. I looked at him and smiled with an evil grin and then turned to the mirror and opened my mouth to see his load. I let it drool out and sucked it back in and then saw him looking at me and did it once more. Then I swallowed his seed with the same nasty grin.
Still facing upward, but with his eyes lowered toward me, he said, “Ohhhh, fuuuck…that was hot…”
I smiled again and sat on the toilet. I said, “Let me finish you off properly. Come here. Trust me…”
He stepped over and I took his softening cock back into my mouth and gently sucked him off and pulled the last of his cum out of his cock. He held my head and even slow-fucked my mouth a few times.
When his cock was flaccid I dropped him out and looked up. “I hope I can see you again. I’m Rebeca, by the way.”
“I am Casey, and I get off at three AM.”
“Well, Casey, if you feel up to it and I am back in my motel room by three, you should come by and fuck me some more…”
Casey did. He fucked me on the floor, standing, and finished me on my back on the bed, pumping my ass with my legs over my face. He wouldn’t acknowledge my cock, but sure loved my ass. He only stayed for a single fuck, which was good because I had already cum twice that night at the arcade from some very large BBCs. He cleaned up a little and thanked me. As he left we discussed his schedule and the possibility of another restroom adventure and perhaps another late-night booty call in about 24 hours.
After Casey started up his car I headed to the bathroom to clean up. The motel phone rang. It was loud and scared me. I answered it in my femme voice and then immediately switched down to my guy voice.
Patel, the motel owner and manager said clearly, “I hope you had a vonderfol night. I vunder, are you all done vor the night? Wvould you like another guest tonight?”
I said, petrified for no real reason (what was the worst that could happen?), I lied and said, “I am sorry but I am not sure what you mean?”
Patel chucked and said, “Do not worry my friend, your secret is savfe wvith me, but do not lie to me and please return to the vondorful ladies’ voice I just listened to from room 128.”
I was in 127. He’d heard me say some very naughty things. He’d heard some very naughty things from me indeed, and as a gurl. I quickly got a grip on the situation and said, in my ultra-seductive femme-whore voice, “I guess I could have you stop in for a while, if its not too late for you…”
3. Drive-Through Guy & Motel Gurl
I quickly became obsessed with sucking and fucking black cock in arcades. Actually, I was up for practically any cock in an arcade. The cocks turned away were few and far between. At the time I was in the deep south, most of the time I was either the only white person in a place filled with horny young black men who craved a guilt free and anonymous blow job or fuck. It was winter and I was obsessed with being used and cum in or on. I used seven or eight large boxes of condoms and twice as many bottles of lube.
Back in November, I’d made the mistake of going home for Thanksgiving. At the end of the no-sexathon week I told my family I couldn’t make it back at the end of December. Instead, I took my own sex vacation and hopped around from motel to motel and city to city in search of intense nasty sex in public or semi-public places.
I discovered rest stops and truckers. I answered adds and ran my own. I paid for Femme-Dom training and had myself pegged with strap-ons while dressed like a whore. From these women I learned that dildos on women don’t work like cocks on men at all. I also learned a lot about walking in heels, makeup, and the importance of enemas. I went to gay clubs and found that I wasn’t really attracted to relationships and monogamy. I played in all these places as a guy and a gurl with equal zeal but varied levels of satisfaction. Sucking cock as a guy was much less exciting for me than dressed as a whore. Conversely, as a cute young guy, I sucked, fucked, and then slept with an older black gentleman and was awoken as he began to fuck me hours later. I found bathhouses and enjoyed cum play and degrading things like golden showers. I was almost as popular as a young guy as I was in the arcades as a porn-booth blow-job queen.
Finally, in the ATL, I found sex theaters. Wow! Plenty of cock. Couples. Other trannys and bottom boys. And tops! Lots of straight married male tops!
After the whirl-wind winter break, I returned to work and went back to living for the weekend. I would do all I could to be excused and leave early for the city. The local arcades and the motels were very accepting of me and though I never ran into either the young boy or the black guy who both fucked and sucked me that first time (Ch. 2), I did meet many others who did similar things with me. I also tried different positions as a gurl, like topping a tall normally dominant black guy or fucking twinks that caught my attention. Actually, there were quite a few black twinks, but I soon realized that, as a white-gurl, topping anyone black was a rarity. As a guy it was quite a different matter altogether – yes, a LOT of black twinks loved being nailed by a fit white guy…I was surprised, but only a little. I often brought a guy back to the motel and fucked a couple more times to end my night. Sometimes I would clean up and return to being a young man, sometimes I would sleep as a gurl until daylight and then clean up.
My favorite motel was the same one I had been using on and off for over a year. It was owned by an Hindu-Indian family. They were so Indian they spoke in one of the finest British accent I have ever heard. The wife was a bit of a bitch and despite recognizing me as a regular, she never gave me a discount. On the other hand, the husband and his brother frequently gave me ten or even twenty dollars off. At some point the bother went off to open his own motel and the husband started running the counter most of the time. I guess someone told her she had attitude issues.
One Friday in early February I arrived later than I wanted and checked in. The manager, I think his name was Patel, was unusually quiet with me and also seemed to study me closely. It felt odd, especially given that I had just left last Sunday and he’d waved at me as he was hosing the flowers as I drove off. He gave me a discount and gave me my favorite room, on the outside of the “U” shaped motel, pretty much as far away from the office as possible, and in the direction of the nearest arcade. As I received the key, I sneezed from the heavy curry smell in the air and cleared my sinuses.
Patel said in a very Indian-British accent, “Bless you, and have a vonderfol night.”
I thanked him and gave him a second look with the “wonderful night” comment.
I got to the room and transformed into Rebeca – a thigh-length black leather coat hiding a leather vest, a matching micro-miniskirt, stockings, and heels all below an expensive dark amber-red curly wig and deep dark eye shadow and bold dark red lips.
I left a little after nine and needed a quick bite to eat and headed to the Carl’s Jr. and got a nice burger from a nice young guy who took a few moments to figure out my dirty little secret. When I could see he’d figure me out and liked what he’d discovered, I widened my thighs a bit, showing him my creamy skin and the bottom of my black Lycra panties. He smiled in a manner that let me know he was interested as he gave me my change and my coke. Then he ducked back in to fetch my burger and fries.
I decided to see if I could make another fantasy come true.
The young man returned and I asked if the restroom door was unlocked. This store had an outer set of restrooms, instead of the inside restrooms that are so common, partially because of gurls like me I suppose. He handed me my food and smiled. “I think they are locked, but if you want I can come out and open it for you.”
I smiled and told him I would park and meet him at the door. I pulled back around the entire restaurant and parked across from the restroom doors. I squirmed out of my coat. As promised, he came out with a key tied to a large cooking spoon and looked for me. I got out of my car with my skirt, a short black leather mini-skirt, hiked up just enough to show off my garters and the creamy tops of my thighs. I turned my ass to face him and grabbed my purse. I turned back to see him frozen like a statue focused om me. I strutted over to him and thanked him “for such personal service”. He smiled and opened the door.
As I went in I decided to give him every opportunity, and said, “I, uahm, would you mind just waiting a moment for me?” He said sure and that it was slow right now, it was slow, and that he could give me all the time I needed.
I went in and lifted the toilet seat and then turned around and opened the door to see him shivering in the night cold and probably with some adrenaline and sexual excitement. I smiled and said, “I think the toilet seat is stuck in the up position, can you come in and lower it for me?”
Without missing a beat, he looked both ways and said, “Well, uhm, sure, I think it sticks every once in a while.” He stepped past me and I let the door close us in. He easily lowered the seat and turned to me in the cramped room. I smiled and groped him. He reached me and groped my ass.
His cock was nearly completely rigid and I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth like a practiced whore. He fumbled with his pants, nearly breaking his zipper, and then opened his fly and pulled himself through his briefs. I opened wider, closed my lips around the base of his cock, and began sucking him off. His cock was a fine piece of sweaty teenage poor white-boy stock. He had to be popular with the girls because he was easily eight inches and nicely thick. His orange pubic hairs kept going up my nose. I felt him reach over my back and pull my skirt the last few inches over my hot perfectly round ass. His hand slipped under my T-bar panties and a finger, then a second, slipped right up into my clean asshole. I got annoyed with his pubes and pulled a condom out of my purse. Opened it and in seconds had it stretched over his glorious young cock. He knew where this was going and stepped back and over to the door. I stood and bent into the sink and the mirror. I looked at him over my shoulder and then looked at him in the mirror and said, “Fuck me, drive-through boy!”
He leaned forward and pushed himself deep into my boy-cunt. His hands found my new silicon falsies – a $300 Christmas gift to myself and others like this young man. He gripped them and pulled back on me as he pushed himself in and then pulled out, fucking me deep. I held the sink and pushed and pulled myself in time to get the most his cock could offer. The initial surge of pain and stretching was a familiar thing and went away by the third full pounding slam of his adolescent cock. He slammed my prostate g-spot and took me toward orgasm. I knew by the seventh or eighth slam into my cunt that if he kept up for long I would cum without touching my cock. I watched him in the mirror and saw that there was little chance of that, and then enjoyed the spectacle of myself being bounced back and forth, forward and back as he fucked me. My expensive red wig flowed forward and back in time with his pounding. I looked amazing, except for a smear of dark-red lipstick from sucking his cock. He slammed into me a few more times and then pulled out.
He leaned back into the restroom door and stripped off the condom. “I’m gonna cum…suck my dick!!”
I pivoted around and down in a familiar movement and kneeled just as his first orgasmic spasm hit. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock better than any woman would. I took him mid-way into my mouth and felt his cum explode onto my tongue and into the back of my throat. He jacked himself slowly. I reached up and replaced his own had with mine and made a circle around his cock with both my hand and my mouth. I sucked him for a full minute and got all of his cum out. He gently motioned me off his sensitive dick. I pulled away and stood. I looked at him and smiled with an evil grin and then turned to the mirror and opened my mouth to see his load. I let it drool out and sucked it back in and then saw him looking at me and did it once more. Then I swallowed his seed with the same nasty grin.
Still facing upward, but with his eyes lowered toward me, he said, “Ohhhh, fuuuck…that was hot…”
I smiled again and sat on the toilet. I said, “Let me finish you off properly. Come here. Trust me…”
He stepped over and I took his softening cock back into my mouth and gently sucked him off and pulled the last of his cum out of his cock. He held my head and even slow-fucked my mouth a few times.
When his cock was flaccid I dropped him out and looked up. “I hope I can see you again. I’m Rebeca, by the way.”
“I am Casey, and I get off at three AM.”
“Well, Casey, if you feel up to it and I am back in my motel room by three, you should come by and fuck me some more…”
Casey did. He fucked me on the floor, standing, and finished me on my back on the bed, pumping my ass with my legs over my face. He wouldn’t acknowledge my cock, but sure loved my ass. He only stayed for a single fuck, which was good because I had already cum twice that night at the arcade from some very large BBCs. He cleaned up a little and thanked me. As he left we discussed his schedule and the possibility of another restroom adventure and perhaps another late-night booty call in about 24 hours.
After Casey started up his car I headed to the bathroom to clean up. The motel phone rang. It was loud and scared me. I answered it in my femme voice and then immediately switched down to my guy voice.
Patel, the motel owner and manager said clearly, “I hope you had a vonderfol night. I vunder, are you all done vor the night? Wvould you like another guest tonight?”
I said, petrified for no real reason (what was the worst that could happen?), I lied and said, “I am sorry but I am not sure what you mean?”
Patel chucked and said, “Do not worry my friend, your secret is savfe wvith me, but do not lie to me and please return to the vondorful ladies’ voice I just listened to from room 128.”
I was in 127. He’d heard me say some very naughty things. He’d heard some very naughty things from me indeed, and as a gurl. I quickly got a grip on the situation and said, in my ultra-seductive femme-whore voice, “I guess I could have you stop in for a while, if its not too late for you…”
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