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I arrived home in Los Angeles after my steamy, scorching encounter with a magnificently sexy “shemale” woman named Amber, and found my ex-girlfriend Monica weeping on my doorstep! It turned out the “perfect, buff guy” she’d dumped me for was a d**g-addicted, abusive, macho jerk, which is what I’d thought from the beginning! I was exhausted from the long flight and not really emotionally read to deal with a sobbing girl on my stoop, but what could I do? I let her in and we drank hot tea and talked for a long time. I didn’t make any overtures, but we ended up in bed. After a long, hot session of passionate fucking, Monica rolled over and smiled.
“You’ve changed,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, staring into her pretty eyes. I felt terribly guilty, both for sleeping with her when she was vulnerable, and because the whole time my stiff shaft was plunging into her steamy box, I’d been daydream about being ass-fucked by Amber.
“You’re a better lover,” she purred, kissing my nose.
“I am?” I inquired, both shocked and pleased. “In what way?”
“You were so much more attentive,” she said. “You cared more about my orgasm than your own.”
“You HAD an orgasm?” I inquired, wide-eyed. One of the reasons Monica had stated for leaving me, other than the muscularity and good looks of her boy-toy was that I didn’t “meet her expectations” in bed. Had that one night with Amber changed me that much?
“I sure did,” she cooed, kissing my sweat-slicked stomach. “A really big, good one! Have you been seeing a sex ther****t or something?”
“Uh…something,” I replied. How could I tell her about my transexual tryst? How could I tell anyone, for that matter? What would she think of me if I told her my newfound bedroom skills owed a large part to being butt-hammered by a gorgeous blonde shemale?
Monica and I started our relationship again, and saw each other several times during the week. The date for my next trip to New York City approached, and she asked if she could go with me! Now I had a dilemma on my hands. How could I take my girlfriend to New York when I had an assignation with the gorgeous Amber and her powerful pal, Miss Clitty?
Picturing the lovely, sculpted curvature of Amber’s tits, thighs, legs and that oh, so creamy ass made me so hard I knew I couldn’t my next meeting with her. But what was I going to do about Monica? If I told her I didn’t want her to come along, she might get suspicious. If I told her the truth, she was libel to kick me in the balls and say she never wanted to see me again!
As the day of the flight grew near, I decided honesty was the best policy. I sat her down, poured her a drink, and told her the whole story in gory, delicious detail. I told her about my planned meeting with Amber, and said that I’d understand if she didn’t want to come along, but that I wouldn’t miss that meeting for anything.
I expected her to cry.
I expected her to scream.
I expected her to call me every dirty name every invented, and a few she’d invent for herself.
I never expected to hear the words she said next.
“I want to meet her,” Monica said, a sexy glint in her coal black eyes.
“What?” I stammered. I couldn’t believe it! “Why?”
“Any woman who can turn my lover into such a tiger in bed is worth meeting,” my petite brunette lover said. “No matter what she’s got between her thighs.”
She confessed that she too was fascinated by transsexuals, and had always wanted to meet one.
I was naturally thrilled with Monica’s liberal attitude towards my pending assignation with the ample, alluring Amber. We packed our things and drove to the airport.
Somewhere over the Rockies, it occurred to me that maybe I should have asked Amber if this was all right. What if she didn’t want a threesome? What if she only liked guys? Would she be jealous of Monica, and refuse to sleep with me? I started to worry, but reassured myself that it would be O.K. with her. After all, she had nothing to be jealous of, since our relationship was totally different than my relationship with Monica. Also, she was way better looking. Not that Monica wasn’t an attractive girl, but she was slender and small, with an athlete’s build and only an A-cup, compared to Amber’s voluptuous, sex goddess figure. Amber was much more beautiful than Monica, who was more of a “girl next door.” I was certain she’d have no problem with my inviting Monica to join us.
It turns out I was wrong, and I was punished for my presumption in a most erotic and delightful way, but that’s getting ahead of the story.
Our plane landed on time, but it took us almost an hour to get our luggage. By the time we hired a limo, it was only an hour until my scheduled rendezvous with Amber. I wasn’t sure we were going to make it. I’ve never stood a lady up in my life, and I wasn’t about to start now. I paid the limo driver extra to take shortcuts and run a few red lights, and we made it into Manhattan with barely 20 minutes to spare. We hurriedly unpacked.
“Are you ready, Mon?” I called to the petite brunette, who was in the bathroom.
“Just a second, “ she answered.
She came out and my jaw nearly fell off! She looked sensational! She’d dressed in a clingy, low-cut black satin mini-dress that looked more like a teddy than evening wear. Her lithe, slender legs were lovingly caressed by black fishnet stockings. Silver spiked heels completed the luscious look. She’d also done her makeup to highlight her big eyes, and thick, sensuous lips.
“You look good enough to eat!” I said, my dick straining against my pants.
“Not now,” she purred teasingly. “Maybe later!”
“Let’s go, we’ve only got five minutes!” I said, grabbing her by the hand and running for the elevator.
For a few moments, I didn’t see Amber in the dim bar light, and feared we were too late. Then I caught a flash of honey-gold hair from a far corner and saw the unmistakable curvature of a long, sexy leg in a black boot and knew I’d found her. I ushered Monica over to the table and smiled down at my shemale seductress. I gave her a warm, wet kiss on her pouty, red lips.
“Hi, honey!” she purred in her sexy voice. “Who’s your little friend?”
“This is my—friend, Monica,” I said. Amber took Monica’s pretty hand and kissed it, eyeing her like a ripe side of beef, smiling wickedly.
“I wanted to meet you,” Monica explained, smoothing her dress as she sat down. Their legs touched under the table and I could almost see the sexual sparks flying. “Bill told me you were beautiful, but I didn’t believe him. Now I do.”
“So, “ Amber said, flashing me a wry smile. “You brought Amber a little present?”
“If you want to think of it that way,” I said, ordering a beer. The sexual tension between them was so hot, the air felt electrified.
“How thoughtful,” she said. “Come here, darling.”
Monica slid into the booth, and Amber pulled her onto her lap and gave her a hot, passionate kiss. Monica seemed to melt into the big woman’s arms. They continued to kiss deeply, even when the waitress brought our drinks.
“You have some interesting friends!” the waitress said.
“Yeah, I guess so!” I laughed, sipping my Guinness. I was getting so horny watching Amber seduce my pretty little lady that I had to bite my lip to keep my cock from exploding a huge burst of cum in my pants.
After they broke their ten minute lip lock, the two women smiled at each other, and I knew it was going to be a terrific night. It was, but in the way I expected.
“I made reservations for the theater,” I announced, showing Amber the tickets.
She eyed the seat numbers and smiled.
“Good!” she purred. “Their at the back, in the balcony. Perfect!”
“Perfect for what?” Monica panted, breathless.
“You’ll see, pretty one! Let’s go get something to eat,” Amber said. As she slipped out of the booth, she whispered in my ear “bad boy!”
I wondered what that meant. I would find out in about six hours.
Dinner was fantastic. All the guys in the restaurant must have thought I was the luckiest man in the world, to be dining with two gorgeous women! Heads really turned, which wasn’t surprising, consider Monica’s lingerie dress and Amber’s form-fitting, low cut green leather halter top and ass-hugging leather mini dress. The green of the outfit also showed up her entrancing green eyes. After a sumptuous, four-coarse dinner and dessert (creme bruleé, my favorite!), we hailed a cab for the theater. In the cab, Amber ran her hands along Monica’s legs and licked her lips, which sent erotic shivers all the way up my spine—and down other places! The two of them were so hot for each other, I thought the tuck-and-roll would catch fire!
We arrived at the theater just before the opening curtain. Fate had dealt us a winning hand. Our seats were high up in the balcony, near the last row, and we were nearly alone! There were only two or three other couples in our section, and they were in front of us. We could carry out a public threesome without being observed! As soon as the lights went down, Amber’s seduction of Monica began in earnest. She quickly slid the brunette’s dress down to her waist and began to show her pert tits and erect nipples with angel kisses. She lapped at her nipples and shoved a finger up into Monica’s moist box, the pulled it out and made her lick her own luscious juices. Next, she slid her own gorgeous, full globes out of her dress and forced Monica to pleasure them. Monica suckled at Amber’s magnificent mammaries like a baby, licking and slurping her hot tit-flesh eagerly. I shuddered as I watched Amber force Monica’s head down to her navel, which she showered with kisses and nibbles. Then she made the brunette beauty kneel, and pulled up her leather mini, revealing the magnificent “Miss Clitty.” She was at full erection. Monica licked her lips and went right to work on that huge fuck stick. She didn’t waste any time, sliding her moist mouth over the head and slurping up inch after beautiful inch, until her face was nestled again Amber’s pubic hair. Monica lapped and gulped, and Amber bit her hand to keep from moaning in ecstasy as the brunette mouthed her pulsating prick. Amber put her hands under her ass and shoved forward, fucking Monica’s ripe mouth with her eight-inch clit. I almost fainted. I watched the play (which was a colossal bore) to cool myself down for a few moments. When I turned my gaze back to the two lovers, white “pussy juice” from “Miss Clitty” was leaking slowly down Monica’s cheeks. She kept Amber’s hot cock in her mouth for a few moments longer, then pulled away. Now it was her turn to receive pleasure.
Amber hoisted Monica up on the back of her chair and had her straddle the arms, her legs spread wide. She plunged her lovely head up Monica’s breezy dress and bit aside her thong panties, exposing her wet, quivering quim. I have given head to girls before, but I never saw a more expert tongue-fucking as the one Amber gave Monica. Her lips and tongue ravished my pretty girlfriend, and she bit her knuckles until they bled to stop from screaming with delight. Amber slid a finger up Monica’s yielding cunt, and another into her tight asshole. I knew what this was leading up to, and grinned with anticipation. Sure enough, Amber lubricated another finger with Monica’s flowing pussy juice and slid it into her ass. She thumbed Monica’s erect, red clit while stroking faster and deeper into her slender butt cheeks. Monica gasped with pain and desire.
“She’s making too much noise!” Amber cautioned me. “I don’t want to get arrested. Why don’t you give her something to shut her up?”
We changed positions, lying on the floor so Monica could take my hot, tortured cock into her mouth while Amber continued to ply both her pussy and her anus with fingers, lips and tongue. I could see “Miss Clitty” straining beneath her leather mini, hungry for Monica’s ripe, red rectum.
Amber wriggled out of her mini, revealing a pair of green crotchless panties, with “Miss Clitty” poking her powerful length through the hole. Those panties made me so horny, I wished I was in Monica’s place. This was an amazing thought, considered I’d been an anal virgin only two weeks ago! I wanted a reaming from “Miss Clitty,” and I was going to get more than one, but not until later that night. Amber leaned over, pressing her big tits into Monica’s back, rubbing them along her spine, and then she arched over and speared her anus with her engorged prick. Monica sucked so hard on my own cock I thought she was trying to swallow it! Amber was merciless, jamming inch after gorgeous inch of her big clit up Monica’s tight ass. I couldn’t believe how sexy it was watching Amber anally initiate Monica. Soon, Amber bit her wrist again, and we came simultaneously. I shot my hot, burning wad down Monica’s soft throat, and Amber shot her gushing pool of jism up her pulsating butthole. Monica finished us both off, sucking and licking away my cum and then Amber’s, and we quickly dressed, straightening our clothes just as the final curtain fell.
All the way back to the hotel, Amber and Monica kissed and wrestled in the back seat of the cab.
In the hotel lobby we parted ways, but not before Amber had secretly slipped a note into my pocket.
Monica and I went upstairs and fucked for a few more hours, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. I got a cramp in my leg about an hour later, and had to get up and walk it off. That was when I spied the white slip of paper on the floor.
I quickly grabbed it up and read it. It said “Meet me. My room, number 486, midnight. No excuses. A.”
Well, it was close to midnight now, so I carefully snuck into my closet and got out one of the hotel bathrobes. I pulled a pair of slippers over my feet. I realized I was naked, and thought of putting on boxer shorts, but decided against it. I wanted to be naked for my sexy lover and her big, beautiful “clit.” I cautiously turned the door knob. Monica snorted and turned in her sleep and I froze with fear. But she didn’t wake up. I ever-so-slowly walked into the hallway. It seemed to take me an hour to gently close the door and lock it. I tiptoed down the hall, glancing cautiously around me. I was alone.
I knocked once on Amber’s door, then saw that it was open. I closed it behind me. The room was dark, and I couldn’t see her anywhere.
“Darling?” I whispered. “Where are you?”
“Don’t you darling me, pal,” her sexy lilt replied. I saw her blonde tresses outlined by the moonlight as she emerged from the bathroom. Strangely, I couldn’t see anything else but her hair and face. “You’ve made “Miss Clitty” very angry, bringing that little slut with you! You’re going to have to be punished.”
An erotic shudder ran up my spine. I’d never been into S&M or B&D, but I was about to get a delicious taste of both. Amber turned on a small bed-table lamp, and I realized why I hadn’t been able to see her. She was dressed head to toe in a hot, body-hugging black leather outfit. Her beautiful tits seemed gigantic and powerful in that cowhide catsuit, and I got a huge boner just staring at her. I had a hunch this punishment was going to feel good, and I was right!
“Crawl to me on your hands and knees, slave!” my sexy, shemale dominatrix ordered.
I laughed and happily complied, anxious to receive her sensuous punishment. When I got to her feet, she ordered me to stop.
“Kiss my feet, pig!” the beautiful blonde ordered.
I not only kissed her leather encased feet, I caressed them, lapped them, made love to them. I spent twenty minutes on my knees, licking her hot, thigh-high boots. The taste of leather mixed with the enticing aroma of her own bodily juices, and I could tell “Miss Clitty” was writhing and pulsating beneath her leather enclosure. Four buttons separated me from paradise.
“Unbutton my fly with your teeth!” my angry lover commanded. This proved difficult, but not impossible. As soon as I opened the last button, her big, beautiful cock popped out, stiff and ready for love. Without ceremony she jammed “Miss Clitty” deep into my mouth, almost gagging me. I breathed, gulped and took her inch-by-inch, until my nose resting up against her crotch. I started to yank her balls, but she sharply slapped my hands away.
“Do what you’re told!” she warned. I continued licking and sucking her huge horse meat until she lead me over to the big, soft four poster bed. She ordered me to lie flat on my back while she sat on my face and mouth fucked me, hard. She kept at it for almost an hour, until my lips and tongue felt raw and my mouth was out of saliva.
“Up on your knees, slave!” Amber demanded.
I saw her fumbling with some straps tied to the bed posts. She yanked my legs apart painfully and put my ankles through the straps, and my wrists through the ones at the headboard. I was suspended about two inches above the bed. She pulled the straps tight. I heard her doing something behind me, but I couldn’t see her, which was kind of hot. I knew she was going to give me a long, hard ass fucking, and that’s just what I craved.
Amber knelt by my face, forcing her limp cock into my cheeks.
“Make Miss Clitty happy!” she growled. “Tonight, she’s gonna fuck you raw!”
It didn’t take much licking and sucking to get her big penis hard again, and the glans was dripping with her delicious “pussy juice” as she yanked it out.
“Before I fuck your pathetic hole, apologize to Miss Clitty for insulting her!” Amber asked.
“I’m sorry, Miss Clitty!” I said in a sincere tone. “I won’t do it again, I promise!”
“You’d better not!” Amber snarled. “Now beg her to fuck you hard.”
“Please, Miss Clitty, fuck me hard!” I pleaded, my dick fully aroused.
“O.K., lover, get ready for the ride of your life!” Amber laughed. Then she pushed the head of her powerful prick up my anus and slammed it in to the hilt. I screamed with pain and delight as slid it out and did it again and again. This wasn’t the long, slow love-making of our last session, but a hard, raw assfuck, and it felt great!
“Oh, yeah, punish me!” I gasped as I came. Amber was unrelenting. She reamed me so hard actually passed out, only to be re-awakened by Miss Clitty’s hot, pulsating anal assault. After an hour or so, Amber let me out of the straps and ordered me lie on my face. She arched over me and did the long, hard plunging that we’d done that first night, her silky cock really giving it to my aching ass cheeks, making me feel like I was on fire! I was soaked in sweat, and I could smell sweat, cum and leather as Amber continued to fuck my throbbing hole, pushing deeper and harder.
“Oh, god!” I gasped as she came a gallon of hot, burning pussy juice up my adoring ass.
“Goddess!” she corrected me. “I’m your goddess, and you can have only one! I want you to dump that brunette bitch.”
“Yes, goddess!” I said. She fell ontop of me, exhausted. Miss Clitty was still embedded deep up my rectum. We slept for about an hour, then I felt her huge boner pulsating to new life up my ass, and she fucked me hard again. We did on and off all night. I was amazed at how many times she came up my tired, reamed asshole. She told me she’d been taking massive doses of vitamins E and B-12, plus exercising her PC muscle, a trick she later taught me for increasing staying power.
I had a business conference in the morning, but when I opened my eyes, I found that Amber had tied me on my back, spread-eagled to the bed posts!
She emerged from a shower and paraded naked before me.
“I’ve got a business meeting in an hour,” I protested. Amber stared at me and laughed wickedly.
“The only meeting you’re going to make is with Miss Clitty!” she said in that same pissed off voice.
“You mean I’m not forgiven?” I asked wearily. “I thought Miss Clitty was friends again.”
“She’s not your friend, she’s your absolute mistress!” Amber corrected me, standing arms akimbo in a sexy pose, Miss Clitty rising to meet the occasion. “Your punishment is not over. But if you’re a good boy and obey your beautiful mistress, I’ll untie you in time for dinner.”
“I promise I’ll be good,” I said, wondering what new delights awaited me. Amber went into the other room to towel off and dress. She returned dressed in a similarly figure clinging leather outfit (vinyl, actually), but this one was fire-engine red! She also had a large rubber dildo and a bottle of red, “hot love” oil.
“I know you will, sweetie,” Amber purred. Then she sashayed across the room, swinging her round hips in a way that made me very, very horny. She flipped open the bottle top and shoved it about an inch into my ass, and squeezed. The sensation was amazing. It hurt like hell, but felt like cum being shot up my butt, which was a feeling I was getting to love. She took the dildo in her vinyl gloved hands and positioned it teasingly at the opening of my ass. She swung around and lowered her erect monster cock into my mouth.
“Open up, baby!” she teased as she forced the head of the big rubber dick up my hungry ass. The hot love oil made the sensation excruciating, and I begged her to take it out. Each time I cried out, she shoved another inch up me. It was sexy, but almost intolerable. She lowered Miss Clitty deeper into my throat, and I lovingly sucked and licked my “absolute mistress.” This kept me from screaming, which I felt like doing every second she was dildo fucking me. This was real punishment. Tears were streaming down my face by the time she’d gotten all seven inches of the rubber rod up my flaming asshole.
“No more, please!” I mumbled, my mouth full of her luscious, silky cock.
“Shut up and please Miss Clitty!” my shemale goddess demanded, reaming me even harder and deeper. I passed out again, not from pain, but exhaustion. When I woke up, it was Miss Clitty probing my depths, which made me happy. Even through the hot flames of the love oil, I felt as if her cock was kissing my ass cheeks.
“Oh, yeah, fuck me, Miss Clitty, please!” I groaned. Amber obliged me for almost two hours, coming four times!
Finally, it was dinner time! Amber left me tied up and fed me by hand. She smeared the dessert, chocolate pudding over Miss Clitty and made me eat it off. What a wonderful combination of tastes, sweet chocolate, sexy musk and hot semen that was. She shot a huge load down my mouth, then ass fucked me long and hard until about eight o’clock that night, when she feel asleep with her tremendous fuck rod still impaling my poor, pain-wracked anus.
In the morning, Amber fucked me awake, then untied me. We took a long, sexy shower, during which I made Miss Clitty happy two more times, and she reciprocated, sucking my cock until I came in gusher over her huge titties.
I could barely move that day, and I was so tired, I slept from about 8 a.m. to past midnight. When I awoke, Amber was curled up by my side, snoring lightly.
“I love you, absolute mistress,” I whispered into her ear, kissing it gently. That was the first time I’d said it, and I realized that I meant it.
The next week (after I sent Monica back home) was a whirlwind of wild, steamy sex. Miss Clitty forgave me, but I still had Amber tie me up and fuck me. She had a green leather outfit and a blue one, so we had lots of sack time left. Aside from the bed, we made it in five or six public places as Amber gave me her personal tour of New York. One night we did it in the ladies room of a very famous bar. Another woman walked in, and I reamed her ass while Amber screwed mine! We also made it on the observation deck of the World Trade Center (they make crotchless boxers for men, too!), and I ass fucked her on the Staten Island Ferry and nobody even lifted an eyebrow!
The week was over too soon, and once more I found myself wishing my lovely shemale cohort goodbye.
“When can you come back, Bill?” Amber inquired as we lay panting from one last mutual session of 69 and anal delight.
“Not for a month, I’m afraid,” I replied. “But you can always come out to L.A.”
“No, I can’t,” she stated. “I’ve got a business too. I run a trans-gender boutique on the lower East Side.”
“You do?” I asked.
“Sure, silly,” the gorgeous blonde laughed. “Where do you think I get all those sexy outfits?”
“Well, it’s the busy season for me,” I said. “It’s April, and I’m a Tax Attorney.”
“I’ll give you my private number,” Amber said, writing it on the back of a business card. “Call me everyday, around 8 P.M. my time. Don’t worry if the machine picks up, just say “It’s Bill” and I’ll get it.”
“I promise,” I said. “And I’ll be back in a month, but I’ll be thinking about you every second.”
“Good,” she said, kissing my cheek. “Next time you come, Miss C. and I have a very important question to ask you. But there’s someone you have to meet first.”
“I can’t wait!” I said. I glanced at my watch. If I didn’t leave immediately, I’d miss my plane. I kissed Amber hot, delicious lips for a full minute, then pulled away.
“I love you, Amber,” I said from the doorway.
“You’d better!” she laughed, a hint of mischief in her voice.
When I arrived in L.A., I had another unexpected surprise waiting for me. It was a big, yellow envelope from one of those publisher’s catalog contests…inside was a cashier’s check for a hundred thousand dollars, and a note saying I’d won ten million!!
“New York, here I come!” I shouted!
To be continued…
I arrived home in Los Angeles after my steamy, scorching encounter with a magnificently sexy “shemale” woman named Amber, and found my ex-girlfriend Monica weeping on my doorstep! It turned out the “perfect, buff guy” she’d dumped me for was a d**g-addicted, abusive, macho jerk, which is what I’d thought from the beginning! I was exhausted from the long flight and not really emotionally read to deal with a sobbing girl on my stoop, but what could I do? I let her in and we drank hot tea and talked for a long time. I didn’t make any overtures, but we ended up in bed. After a long, hot session of passionate fucking, Monica rolled over and smiled.
“You’ve changed,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, staring into her pretty eyes. I felt terribly guilty, both for sleeping with her when she was vulnerable, and because the whole time my stiff shaft was plunging into her steamy box, I’d been daydream about being ass-fucked by Amber.
“You’re a better lover,” she purred, kissing my nose.
“I am?” I inquired, both shocked and pleased. “In what way?”
“You were so much more attentive,” she said. “You cared more about my orgasm than your own.”
“You HAD an orgasm?” I inquired, wide-eyed. One of the reasons Monica had stated for leaving me, other than the muscularity and good looks of her boy-toy was that I didn’t “meet her expectations” in bed. Had that one night with Amber changed me that much?
“I sure did,” she cooed, kissing my sweat-slicked stomach. “A really big, good one! Have you been seeing a sex ther****t or something?”
“Uh…something,” I replied. How could I tell her about my transexual tryst? How could I tell anyone, for that matter? What would she think of me if I told her my newfound bedroom skills owed a large part to being butt-hammered by a gorgeous blonde shemale?
Monica and I started our relationship again, and saw each other several times during the week. The date for my next trip to New York City approached, and she asked if she could go with me! Now I had a dilemma on my hands. How could I take my girlfriend to New York when I had an assignation with the gorgeous Amber and her powerful pal, Miss Clitty?
Picturing the lovely, sculpted curvature of Amber’s tits, thighs, legs and that oh, so creamy ass made me so hard I knew I couldn’t my next meeting with her. But what was I going to do about Monica? If I told her I didn’t want her to come along, she might get suspicious. If I told her the truth, she was libel to kick me in the balls and say she never wanted to see me again!
As the day of the flight grew near, I decided honesty was the best policy. I sat her down, poured her a drink, and told her the whole story in gory, delicious detail. I told her about my planned meeting with Amber, and said that I’d understand if she didn’t want to come along, but that I wouldn’t miss that meeting for anything.
I expected her to cry.
I expected her to scream.
I expected her to call me every dirty name every invented, and a few she’d invent for herself.
I never expected to hear the words she said next.
“I want to meet her,” Monica said, a sexy glint in her coal black eyes.
“What?” I stammered. I couldn’t believe it! “Why?”
“Any woman who can turn my lover into such a tiger in bed is worth meeting,” my petite brunette lover said. “No matter what she’s got between her thighs.”
She confessed that she too was fascinated by transsexuals, and had always wanted to meet one.
I was naturally thrilled with Monica’s liberal attitude towards my pending assignation with the ample, alluring Amber. We packed our things and drove to the airport.
Somewhere over the Rockies, it occurred to me that maybe I should have asked Amber if this was all right. What if she didn’t want a threesome? What if she only liked guys? Would she be jealous of Monica, and refuse to sleep with me? I started to worry, but reassured myself that it would be O.K. with her. After all, she had nothing to be jealous of, since our relationship was totally different than my relationship with Monica. Also, she was way better looking. Not that Monica wasn’t an attractive girl, but she was slender and small, with an athlete’s build and only an A-cup, compared to Amber’s voluptuous, sex goddess figure. Amber was much more beautiful than Monica, who was more of a “girl next door.” I was certain she’d have no problem with my inviting Monica to join us.
It turns out I was wrong, and I was punished for my presumption in a most erotic and delightful way, but that’s getting ahead of the story.
Our plane landed on time, but it took us almost an hour to get our luggage. By the time we hired a limo, it was only an hour until my scheduled rendezvous with Amber. I wasn’t sure we were going to make it. I’ve never stood a lady up in my life, and I wasn’t about to start now. I paid the limo driver extra to take shortcuts and run a few red lights, and we made it into Manhattan with barely 20 minutes to spare. We hurriedly unpacked.
“Are you ready, Mon?” I called to the petite brunette, who was in the bathroom.
“Just a second, “ she answered.
She came out and my jaw nearly fell off! She looked sensational! She’d dressed in a clingy, low-cut black satin mini-dress that looked more like a teddy than evening wear. Her lithe, slender legs were lovingly caressed by black fishnet stockings. Silver spiked heels completed the luscious look. She’d also done her makeup to highlight her big eyes, and thick, sensuous lips.
“You look good enough to eat!” I said, my dick straining against my pants.
“Not now,” she purred teasingly. “Maybe later!”
“Let’s go, we’ve only got five minutes!” I said, grabbing her by the hand and running for the elevator.
For a few moments, I didn’t see Amber in the dim bar light, and feared we were too late. Then I caught a flash of honey-gold hair from a far corner and saw the unmistakable curvature of a long, sexy leg in a black boot and knew I’d found her. I ushered Monica over to the table and smiled down at my shemale seductress. I gave her a warm, wet kiss on her pouty, red lips.
“Hi, honey!” she purred in her sexy voice. “Who’s your little friend?”
“This is my—friend, Monica,” I said. Amber took Monica’s pretty hand and kissed it, eyeing her like a ripe side of beef, smiling wickedly.
“I wanted to meet you,” Monica explained, smoothing her dress as she sat down. Their legs touched under the table and I could almost see the sexual sparks flying. “Bill told me you were beautiful, but I didn’t believe him. Now I do.”
“So, “ Amber said, flashing me a wry smile. “You brought Amber a little present?”
“If you want to think of it that way,” I said, ordering a beer. The sexual tension between them was so hot, the air felt electrified.
“How thoughtful,” she said. “Come here, darling.”
Monica slid into the booth, and Amber pulled her onto her lap and gave her a hot, passionate kiss. Monica seemed to melt into the big woman’s arms. They continued to kiss deeply, even when the waitress brought our drinks.
“You have some interesting friends!” the waitress said.
“Yeah, I guess so!” I laughed, sipping my Guinness. I was getting so horny watching Amber seduce my pretty little lady that I had to bite my lip to keep my cock from exploding a huge burst of cum in my pants.
After they broke their ten minute lip lock, the two women smiled at each other, and I knew it was going to be a terrific night. It was, but in the way I expected.
“I made reservations for the theater,” I announced, showing Amber the tickets.
She eyed the seat numbers and smiled.
“Good!” she purred. “Their at the back, in the balcony. Perfect!”
“Perfect for what?” Monica panted, breathless.
“You’ll see, pretty one! Let’s go get something to eat,” Amber said. As she slipped out of the booth, she whispered in my ear “bad boy!”
I wondered what that meant. I would find out in about six hours.
Dinner was fantastic. All the guys in the restaurant must have thought I was the luckiest man in the world, to be dining with two gorgeous women! Heads really turned, which wasn’t surprising, consider Monica’s lingerie dress and Amber’s form-fitting, low cut green leather halter top and ass-hugging leather mini dress. The green of the outfit also showed up her entrancing green eyes. After a sumptuous, four-coarse dinner and dessert (creme bruleé, my favorite!), we hailed a cab for the theater. In the cab, Amber ran her hands along Monica’s legs and licked her lips, which sent erotic shivers all the way up my spine—and down other places! The two of them were so hot for each other, I thought the tuck-and-roll would catch fire!
We arrived at the theater just before the opening curtain. Fate had dealt us a winning hand. Our seats were high up in the balcony, near the last row, and we were nearly alone! There were only two or three other couples in our section, and they were in front of us. We could carry out a public threesome without being observed! As soon as the lights went down, Amber’s seduction of Monica began in earnest. She quickly slid the brunette’s dress down to her waist and began to show her pert tits and erect nipples with angel kisses. She lapped at her nipples and shoved a finger up into Monica’s moist box, the pulled it out and made her lick her own luscious juices. Next, she slid her own gorgeous, full globes out of her dress and forced Monica to pleasure them. Monica suckled at Amber’s magnificent mammaries like a baby, licking and slurping her hot tit-flesh eagerly. I shuddered as I watched Amber force Monica’s head down to her navel, which she showered with kisses and nibbles. Then she made the brunette beauty kneel, and pulled up her leather mini, revealing the magnificent “Miss Clitty.” She was at full erection. Monica licked her lips and went right to work on that huge fuck stick. She didn’t waste any time, sliding her moist mouth over the head and slurping up inch after beautiful inch, until her face was nestled again Amber’s pubic hair. Monica lapped and gulped, and Amber bit her hand to keep from moaning in ecstasy as the brunette mouthed her pulsating prick. Amber put her hands under her ass and shoved forward, fucking Monica’s ripe mouth with her eight-inch clit. I almost fainted. I watched the play (which was a colossal bore) to cool myself down for a few moments. When I turned my gaze back to the two lovers, white “pussy juice” from “Miss Clitty” was leaking slowly down Monica’s cheeks. She kept Amber’s hot cock in her mouth for a few moments longer, then pulled away. Now it was her turn to receive pleasure.
Amber hoisted Monica up on the back of her chair and had her straddle the arms, her legs spread wide. She plunged her lovely head up Monica’s breezy dress and bit aside her thong panties, exposing her wet, quivering quim. I have given head to girls before, but I never saw a more expert tongue-fucking as the one Amber gave Monica. Her lips and tongue ravished my pretty girlfriend, and she bit her knuckles until they bled to stop from screaming with delight. Amber slid a finger up Monica’s yielding cunt, and another into her tight asshole. I knew what this was leading up to, and grinned with anticipation. Sure enough, Amber lubricated another finger with Monica’s flowing pussy juice and slid it into her ass. She thumbed Monica’s erect, red clit while stroking faster and deeper into her slender butt cheeks. Monica gasped with pain and desire.
“She’s making too much noise!” Amber cautioned me. “I don’t want to get arrested. Why don’t you give her something to shut her up?”
We changed positions, lying on the floor so Monica could take my hot, tortured cock into her mouth while Amber continued to ply both her pussy and her anus with fingers, lips and tongue. I could see “Miss Clitty” straining beneath her leather mini, hungry for Monica’s ripe, red rectum.
Amber wriggled out of her mini, revealing a pair of green crotchless panties, with “Miss Clitty” poking her powerful length through the hole. Those panties made me so horny, I wished I was in Monica’s place. This was an amazing thought, considered I’d been an anal virgin only two weeks ago! I wanted a reaming from “Miss Clitty,” and I was going to get more than one, but not until later that night. Amber leaned over, pressing her big tits into Monica’s back, rubbing them along her spine, and then she arched over and speared her anus with her engorged prick. Monica sucked so hard on my own cock I thought she was trying to swallow it! Amber was merciless, jamming inch after gorgeous inch of her big clit up Monica’s tight ass. I couldn’t believe how sexy it was watching Amber anally initiate Monica. Soon, Amber bit her wrist again, and we came simultaneously. I shot my hot, burning wad down Monica’s soft throat, and Amber shot her gushing pool of jism up her pulsating butthole. Monica finished us both off, sucking and licking away my cum and then Amber’s, and we quickly dressed, straightening our clothes just as the final curtain fell.
All the way back to the hotel, Amber and Monica kissed and wrestled in the back seat of the cab.
In the hotel lobby we parted ways, but not before Amber had secretly slipped a note into my pocket.
Monica and I went upstairs and fucked for a few more hours, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. I got a cramp in my leg about an hour later, and had to get up and walk it off. That was when I spied the white slip of paper on the floor.
I quickly grabbed it up and read it. It said “Meet me. My room, number 486, midnight. No excuses. A.”
Well, it was close to midnight now, so I carefully snuck into my closet and got out one of the hotel bathrobes. I pulled a pair of slippers over my feet. I realized I was naked, and thought of putting on boxer shorts, but decided against it. I wanted to be naked for my sexy lover and her big, beautiful “clit.” I cautiously turned the door knob. Monica snorted and turned in her sleep and I froze with fear. But she didn’t wake up. I ever-so-slowly walked into the hallway. It seemed to take me an hour to gently close the door and lock it. I tiptoed down the hall, glancing cautiously around me. I was alone.
I knocked once on Amber’s door, then saw that it was open. I closed it behind me. The room was dark, and I couldn’t see her anywhere.
“Darling?” I whispered. “Where are you?”
“Don’t you darling me, pal,” her sexy lilt replied. I saw her blonde tresses outlined by the moonlight as she emerged from the bathroom. Strangely, I couldn’t see anything else but her hair and face. “You’ve made “Miss Clitty” very angry, bringing that little slut with you! You’re going to have to be punished.”
An erotic shudder ran up my spine. I’d never been into S&M or B&D, but I was about to get a delicious taste of both. Amber turned on a small bed-table lamp, and I realized why I hadn’t been able to see her. She was dressed head to toe in a hot, body-hugging black leather outfit. Her beautiful tits seemed gigantic and powerful in that cowhide catsuit, and I got a huge boner just staring at her. I had a hunch this punishment was going to feel good, and I was right!
“Crawl to me on your hands and knees, slave!” my sexy, shemale dominatrix ordered.
I laughed and happily complied, anxious to receive her sensuous punishment. When I got to her feet, she ordered me to stop.
“Kiss my feet, pig!” the beautiful blonde ordered.
I not only kissed her leather encased feet, I caressed them, lapped them, made love to them. I spent twenty minutes on my knees, licking her hot, thigh-high boots. The taste of leather mixed with the enticing aroma of her own bodily juices, and I could tell “Miss Clitty” was writhing and pulsating beneath her leather enclosure. Four buttons separated me from paradise.
“Unbutton my fly with your teeth!” my angry lover commanded. This proved difficult, but not impossible. As soon as I opened the last button, her big, beautiful cock popped out, stiff and ready for love. Without ceremony she jammed “Miss Clitty” deep into my mouth, almost gagging me. I breathed, gulped and took her inch-by-inch, until my nose resting up against her crotch. I started to yank her balls, but she sharply slapped my hands away.
“Do what you’re told!” she warned. I continued licking and sucking her huge horse meat until she lead me over to the big, soft four poster bed. She ordered me to lie flat on my back while she sat on my face and mouth fucked me, hard. She kept at it for almost an hour, until my lips and tongue felt raw and my mouth was out of saliva.
“Up on your knees, slave!” Amber demanded.
I saw her fumbling with some straps tied to the bed posts. She yanked my legs apart painfully and put my ankles through the straps, and my wrists through the ones at the headboard. I was suspended about two inches above the bed. She pulled the straps tight. I heard her doing something behind me, but I couldn’t see her, which was kind of hot. I knew she was going to give me a long, hard ass fucking, and that’s just what I craved.
Amber knelt by my face, forcing her limp cock into my cheeks.
“Make Miss Clitty happy!” she growled. “Tonight, she’s gonna fuck you raw!”
It didn’t take much licking and sucking to get her big penis hard again, and the glans was dripping with her delicious “pussy juice” as she yanked it out.
“Before I fuck your pathetic hole, apologize to Miss Clitty for insulting her!” Amber asked.
“I’m sorry, Miss Clitty!” I said in a sincere tone. “I won’t do it again, I promise!”
“You’d better not!” Amber snarled. “Now beg her to fuck you hard.”
“Please, Miss Clitty, fuck me hard!” I pleaded, my dick fully aroused.
“O.K., lover, get ready for the ride of your life!” Amber laughed. Then she pushed the head of her powerful prick up my anus and slammed it in to the hilt. I screamed with pain and delight as slid it out and did it again and again. This wasn’t the long, slow love-making of our last session, but a hard, raw assfuck, and it felt great!
“Oh, yeah, punish me!” I gasped as I came. Amber was unrelenting. She reamed me so hard actually passed out, only to be re-awakened by Miss Clitty’s hot, pulsating anal assault. After an hour or so, Amber let me out of the straps and ordered me lie on my face. She arched over me and did the long, hard plunging that we’d done that first night, her silky cock really giving it to my aching ass cheeks, making me feel like I was on fire! I was soaked in sweat, and I could smell sweat, cum and leather as Amber continued to fuck my throbbing hole, pushing deeper and harder.
“Oh, god!” I gasped as she came a gallon of hot, burning pussy juice up my adoring ass.
“Goddess!” she corrected me. “I’m your goddess, and you can have only one! I want you to dump that brunette bitch.”
“Yes, goddess!” I said. She fell ontop of me, exhausted. Miss Clitty was still embedded deep up my rectum. We slept for about an hour, then I felt her huge boner pulsating to new life up my ass, and she fucked me hard again. We did on and off all night. I was amazed at how many times she came up my tired, reamed asshole. She told me she’d been taking massive doses of vitamins E and B-12, plus exercising her PC muscle, a trick she later taught me for increasing staying power.
I had a business conference in the morning, but when I opened my eyes, I found that Amber had tied me on my back, spread-eagled to the bed posts!
She emerged from a shower and paraded naked before me.
“I’ve got a business meeting in an hour,” I protested. Amber stared at me and laughed wickedly.
“The only meeting you’re going to make is with Miss Clitty!” she said in that same pissed off voice.
“You mean I’m not forgiven?” I asked wearily. “I thought Miss Clitty was friends again.”
“She’s not your friend, she’s your absolute mistress!” Amber corrected me, standing arms akimbo in a sexy pose, Miss Clitty rising to meet the occasion. “Your punishment is not over. But if you’re a good boy and obey your beautiful mistress, I’ll untie you in time for dinner.”
“I promise I’ll be good,” I said, wondering what new delights awaited me. Amber went into the other room to towel off and dress. She returned dressed in a similarly figure clinging leather outfit (vinyl, actually), but this one was fire-engine red! She also had a large rubber dildo and a bottle of red, “hot love” oil.
“I know you will, sweetie,” Amber purred. Then she sashayed across the room, swinging her round hips in a way that made me very, very horny. She flipped open the bottle top and shoved it about an inch into my ass, and squeezed. The sensation was amazing. It hurt like hell, but felt like cum being shot up my butt, which was a feeling I was getting to love. She took the dildo in her vinyl gloved hands and positioned it teasingly at the opening of my ass. She swung around and lowered her erect monster cock into my mouth.
“Open up, baby!” she teased as she forced the head of the big rubber dick up my hungry ass. The hot love oil made the sensation excruciating, and I begged her to take it out. Each time I cried out, she shoved another inch up me. It was sexy, but almost intolerable. She lowered Miss Clitty deeper into my throat, and I lovingly sucked and licked my “absolute mistress.” This kept me from screaming, which I felt like doing every second she was dildo fucking me. This was real punishment. Tears were streaming down my face by the time she’d gotten all seven inches of the rubber rod up my flaming asshole.
“No more, please!” I mumbled, my mouth full of her luscious, silky cock.
“Shut up and please Miss Clitty!” my shemale goddess demanded, reaming me even harder and deeper. I passed out again, not from pain, but exhaustion. When I woke up, it was Miss Clitty probing my depths, which made me happy. Even through the hot flames of the love oil, I felt as if her cock was kissing my ass cheeks.
“Oh, yeah, fuck me, Miss Clitty, please!” I groaned. Amber obliged me for almost two hours, coming four times!
Finally, it was dinner time! Amber left me tied up and fed me by hand. She smeared the dessert, chocolate pudding over Miss Clitty and made me eat it off. What a wonderful combination of tastes, sweet chocolate, sexy musk and hot semen that was. She shot a huge load down my mouth, then ass fucked me long and hard until about eight o’clock that night, when she feel asleep with her tremendous fuck rod still impaling my poor, pain-wracked anus.
In the morning, Amber fucked me awake, then untied me. We took a long, sexy shower, during which I made Miss Clitty happy two more times, and she reciprocated, sucking my cock until I came in gusher over her huge titties.
I could barely move that day, and I was so tired, I slept from about 8 a.m. to past midnight. When I awoke, Amber was curled up by my side, snoring lightly.
“I love you, absolute mistress,” I whispered into her ear, kissing it gently. That was the first time I’d said it, and I realized that I meant it.
The next week (after I sent Monica back home) was a whirlwind of wild, steamy sex. Miss Clitty forgave me, but I still had Amber tie me up and fuck me. She had a green leather outfit and a blue one, so we had lots of sack time left. Aside from the bed, we made it in five or six public places as Amber gave me her personal tour of New York. One night we did it in the ladies room of a very famous bar. Another woman walked in, and I reamed her ass while Amber screwed mine! We also made it on the observation deck of the World Trade Center (they make crotchless boxers for men, too!), and I ass fucked her on the Staten Island Ferry and nobody even lifted an eyebrow!
The week was over too soon, and once more I found myself wishing my lovely shemale cohort goodbye.
“When can you come back, Bill?” Amber inquired as we lay panting from one last mutual session of 69 and anal delight.
“Not for a month, I’m afraid,” I replied. “But you can always come out to L.A.”
“No, I can’t,” she stated. “I’ve got a business too. I run a trans-gender boutique on the lower East Side.”
“You do?” I asked.
“Sure, silly,” the gorgeous blonde laughed. “Where do you think I get all those sexy outfits?”
“Well, it’s the busy season for me,” I said. “It’s April, and I’m a Tax Attorney.”
“I’ll give you my private number,” Amber said, writing it on the back of a business card. “Call me everyday, around 8 P.M. my time. Don’t worry if the machine picks up, just say “It’s Bill” and I’ll get it.”
“I promise,” I said. “And I’ll be back in a month, but I’ll be thinking about you every second.”
“Good,” she said, kissing my cheek. “Next time you come, Miss C. and I have a very important question to ask you. But there’s someone you have to meet first.”
“I can’t wait!” I said. I glanced at my watch. If I didn’t leave immediately, I’d miss my plane. I kissed Amber hot, delicious lips for a full minute, then pulled away.
“I love you, Amber,” I said from the doorway.
“You’d better!” she laughed, a hint of mischief in her voice.
When I arrived in L.A., I had another unexpected surprise waiting for me. It was a big, yellow envelope from one of those publisher’s catalog contests…inside was a cashier’s check for a hundred thousand dollars, and a note saying I’d won ten million!!
“New York, here I come!” I shouted!
To be continued…
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