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A seductive CD fulfills some of my secret fantasies. And I bring him pleasure into the bargain.

Jeez, you bust your ass all year to be among the top sales people so you can get invited to the annual conference. Supposed to be in Hawaii or Vegas or somewhere exciting. And what happens? The company needs to save some money and holds it in the city where it's based.
Cincinnati. For fuck's sake. I nearly didn't bother but there'd been some lay-offs already this year, so I decided I should go. You have to network.
My wife begged off AND gave me shit that we weren't going somewhere nice. I promised her a trip somewhere when I got back.
So I left her in Houston and went to the conference alone. I wasn't feeling it. I'd lost my company-man enthusiasm.
On the first day, I sat at the back of the auditorium for the rah-rah inspirational bollocks coming from the speakers up front.
Responding to one particular bullshit statement I shook my head, rolled my eyes and groaned.
I heard a chuckle from the guy sitting next to me and looked over. We exchanged 'can you believe this shit' expressions. And then we started a running commentary of snide remarks about the speaker. Making each other laugh. A couple of guys turned around, shushing us.
We shut up. It isn't smart to disrespect the management in a struggling company. But when the current speaker finished and before the next one started I looked over at my co-conspirator, lifted my eyebrows as a question and nodded my head towards the door.
He smiled, nodded and stood. We slipped quietly out of the auditorium and headed for the bar.
We introduced ourselves as we walked. "Hi, I'm Roger" I told him.
"Martin. Pleased to meet you." It wasn't exactly necessary, we were wearing those lame 'Hello I'm...' badges that conference wearers are given.
I noticed several more in the bar. So we weren't the only fugitives from bullshit.
I started in on a diatribe about having to come to Cincinnati, but before I could get up a real head of steam he stopped me.
"Think you have it bad? I live here!"
Well, shit! At least he stopped me before I completely embarrassed myself by trashing his home town.
I sympathized:
"Damn, you don't even get to travel somewhere at all."
"I don't even get to stay in a hotel! Locals just have to commute. Cheap bastards!"
We'd begun to get a bit loud and I noticed a few disapproving looks.
"The Thought Police are in here. We'd better shut up." I said.
"Fuck that, come to my place and we can get properly relaxed and be completely frank about our thoughts."
I agreed and we went down to the garage and he drove us to his home.
It wasn't far, but by the time we got there we'd pretty much covered all the complaints we had about our employer.
So we got inside and he went and got us a couple of beers. And then we sat down and looked at each other in an embarrassed silence.
"So what else shall we talk about?" he asked.
"Sports?"
"In Cincinnati? I might slit my throat."
We just chit-chatted for a while. He was a good talker. Well educated and smart and witty. I was enjoying his company. I kicked off my cowboy boots.
Physically, Martin seemed like just your average guy. Maybe a little shorted than average. Not thin but not excessively fat. He had a nice smile and his ready laughter was contagious.
As the beers relaxed us we eventually got onto the subject of sex.
Somehow it got pretty revealing and I found myself telling Martin some things I'd never told anyone.
I admitted that I'd had fantasies of being with a man dressed as a woman. Even admitted that I sometimes wore panties under my suit.
He wasn't shocked or anything. In fact he was agreeing that it is an exciting thing to do.
"Have you ever actually done anything? With another guy?" he asked me.
"Noooo it's all just fantasy."
"Well it sounds like you're pretty into it."
I had to admit I was.
I told him about how often I jerked off looking at pictures of cross-dressers. The excitement of imagining my hand going up under a skirt and touching a cock there.
"What else would you do?"
I really didn't have a simple answer.
Sometimes I thought about sucking a cock, or just rubbing it through sexy underwear.
Sometimes I imagined a man in a dress bending over for me... me lifting up the hem of his skirt, exposing his panty-clad ass.
I fantasized about burying my face in his ass and then fucking him.
Sometimes I thought about laying back and watching his erect cock, sticking out from a tiny miniskirt.... watching as he climbed between my legs and pushed himself into me.
Sometimes I even thought about bending over the arm of a chair and having a gorgeous 'woman' fuck me roughly in the ass.
It was all exciting.
I shyly admitted all of it to him.
"You really need to live some of your dream, Roger" he said with a grin.
"Yeah, I guess so." If I was openly talking about it, I guess I was ready for the real thing.
"I have an idea." He switched the TV on.
"Give me a few minutes... I'll be back in a little while."
I said OK and he left the room. I just sat there scanning the channels. Found nothing much and settled on an old movie.
I got into the show and didn't notice how much time passed, but it was more than 'a few minutes'. Then I heard Martin come back into the room.
I turned to greet him and was amazed. He was dressed completely as a woman. Wig and makeup clothes and shoes.
And he was hot! Martin had transformed himself... and he was gorgeous.
"Is this what you've been thinking about?"
"Oh fuck! Martin!"
"Call me Martine. What do you think?"
"You're stunning!"
Martin isn't exactly lean.. there's a little flesh on his bones. Turned into Martine, that all became a voluptuous beauty.
He turned around, slowly, on his peek-a-boo spike-heeled shoes.
Through the sheer silk of his stockings I could see the bright red toenails. There hadn't been time for him to do that just now.
Martin was walking around with bright red glossy toenails all the time!
I thought for a second about how erotic that would be. Like when I wore panties under my suit clothes.
I felt a little tickle in my pants. Could actually feel a burst of pre-cum escape from the tip of my cock.
Martine's high-heels gave his calf muscles great definition. Very sexy. Stocking-covered thighs ended almost exactly where his short skirt began. I could just see the clips of his suspender belt behind the hem.
His ass was perfect and womanly. A peach.
Under a silky blouse, Martine wasn't showing an enormous pair of tits, but there was certainly something there. Maybe just enough of himself to shape with a push-up bra into nice little biddies.
His wig was long and blond and tumbled down onto his shoulders. He wore it in such a way as to conceal his face slightly. Like a classic movie temptress.
Lips, now defined by a bright red gloss were full and oh, so kissable.
Martin had obviously shaven very closely and the skin on his face was smooth. There was only a little make up on his cheeks. He had gone to town on the eyes, though. Maybe a little too much. If my wife wore so much I'd probably say something, but here.... who was I to judge?
I was massively attracted.
A slightly pudgy man was now just the most fuckable woman I could imagine.
He turned away and bent over slightly. Oh what an ass! Full and round. And inviting.
Clearly inviting. This wan't just a fashion show.
"Can I come and sit with you?"
"Oh god yes please!"
He sat next to me on the couch.
He turned to me and put his hand on my thigh. Started slowly sliding it up my leg....
I didn't know what to do. This was my fantasy come to life and I just sat there like an idiot.
"Kiss me. I know you want to." Martine said.
He leaned over and put his wonderful red lips on mine. All my inhibitions melted away.
I kissed back. Hard. Took him in my arms.
His hand moved up my leg and I felt him cupping my hardening cock.
He stopped.... was feeling around down there... "Wow, Roger!!!"
I just smiled. Put my lips back on his....
I reached out and touched his thigh as we kissed.
Smooth silk-stocking covered thigh.
I slipped my hand up his leg.
Felt the hem of his dress slide over the back of my hand as I explored higher.
Higher.
His thigh widening under my palm as I moved higher.
He opened his legs slightly as an invitation. I moved my hand further under his dress.
And then my fingers touched soft lace. His panties.
Further. Touching his cock through the thin material.
I traced the outline of his erection with my fingertips and he kissed me more fervently.
Then he broke away from me and looked me in the eye.
I felt him undoing the buckle of my belt....
the button of my trousers....
pulling down my zipper....
I lifted myself off the couch and he tugged my trousers and underwear down.
I kicked them off my ankles.
My cock was hard now.
"Oh my! You're a big boy!"
I smiled up at him.
"You've made me big, Martine."
I do have a big cock. 10 inches. Thick. Uncut.
He grasped the shaft and slowly tugged. Exposing the engorged head.
Kissing Martine - and the earlier conversation - had started a big flow of pre-cum.
The sensation was great. Martine was slow and steady. Clearly liking what was in his hand.
He stroked me up and down. The head of my penis exposed and then covered, exposed and then covered by my big foreskin.
"Do you like my big cock?"
"Oh baby!"
He leaned down into my lap and I felt him take my cock between his ruby lips. My hands couldn't reach him now.
He kept his hand gripping the shaft of my cock as he sucked me. Probably to stop it going in too deep and choking him.
His mouth was stretched to take me.
I just sat back with my legs apart and tried not to cum immediately. A man was sucking my cock. And a gorgeous woman was as well. I was aroused like never before. Started to think of baseball to slow myself down. But it was too much. I was going to blow.
"You'll make me cum, doll."
He kept on. "Ummmm Hmmmm" was all the response I got. Like 'I know'.
His head bobbed up and down, the sexy long hair of his wig tickled my thighs as he sucked me off.
Kept going, sucking my cock deeper into his lipstick covered mouth.
I reached down and held his head.
Came.
Shot an urgent load of cum into his mouth. He swallowed it up as fast as I filled his mouth. Sucking the cum down. Sucking with such passion it felt like he was sucking my cum right out of my balls.
I bucked my hips as each spurt left my body and filled his mouth. He rode it out. Gripping my shaft tighter to protect himself.
Finally it subsided. Martine came up for air.
His lipstick was smudged. His mouth was a blurry red smear on his face. Mascara had run, I guess he'd choked on my cock a little and it made his eyes water. His wig was askew.
And he looked unbelievably sexy. What a mouth.
That same mouth now came up to me and Martine kissed me. I held on tight. Could taste my own cum on his lips. His tongue pushed into my mouth and the taste was stronger.
I was loving it. I was kissing a man who had just sucked me off and I was tasting cum.
It was all things I had fantasized about. Brought to life by this sexy man.
We broke to catch our breath.
Martine was still fully dressed in his seductive outfit.
I was naked below the waist. But I hadn't taken off anything above. I was in a suit jacket, shirt and tie.
"Wow! That was fantastic!" I said. "I'm sorry it was so quick."
"Don't worry. I want you to fuck me, Roger. And I want it to last, so now you won't cum so fast when you get your cock in me."
Oh my god, I was going to fuck that fantastic, curvy ass!
Martine stood and reached out with his hand. I reached up and took it, stood, and followed as I was led to Martin's bedroom.
Martine told me I should get completely naked. I hurried to oblige. My jacket, tie and shirt quickly fell in a heap in the corner.
He stood there in front of me, looking fantastic. Even though his hair was slightly messed and lipstick was smeared, it was a very erotic sight. Maybe because the reason for the dishevelment was so fresh in my mind.
I was aroused by how he looked.
And he was clearly aroused by how I looked.
As my big cock began to swell again, I could clearly see Martine's penis was growing under her skirt.
The bulge in front was unmistakable and I wanted to see it.
Touch it.
I wanted to take Martine's cock in my mouth.
I dropped to my knees. Martine came towards me.
I ran my hands up the silk-covered legs, starting at the ankles. Strong, well-shaped legs.
Martine's calves were like iron from the tension of standing in those fuck-me pumps.
Thighs, firm and.... yes... under the stockings I could tell they were as smooth as the silk that covered them.
My hands went up further as Martine stood there. Reaching up under the dress.
I already knew I was moving towards a cock.
My first cock.
It was torture to go slow, but I wanted the moment to last forever.
My fingertips touched that lovely lace of his panties for the second time.
I moved my hands round to grasp Martine's sexy bum and pulled myself towards where he was standing.
My face was against the front of Martine's skirt. I felt his erection through the material, rubbing against my cheek.
My cock throbbed, I felt it pulsing with the excitement I was experiencing.
Martine's hands came down and rested on my head. Began to massage me and hold me against his cock and balls.
I moved my hands down, away from that sensational ass and began to lift up the hem of Martine's dress.
I kept my face tight to his body as the fabric slipped between my cheek and his panty-covered cock.
Then my fingers found the waist of his tiny, tight panties and I tugged them down. Over his wonderful bottom and stiff cock. He got caught up in the panties as I tried to slip them down further. I had to lean away to give his erection room.
I pulled again on the panties and his hard cock popped free.
He was exposed.
He was hard.
He was utterly hairless.
He had a beautiful penis... bare and smooth and hard... like the ones I'd fantasized about...
And it was right in front of my face.
My hands went back to his stunning rear... my lips opened... I took him into my mouth.
I'd imagined how it would be to suck a cock. Many times. I had tried sucking cucumbers, bananas.. my thumb...
But this was something else. Finally. It was a man. I was sucking a real cock.
Again I felt my own cock twitch. Again I felt a little spurt of pre-cum.
I sucked Martine. Pulled his cock into my mouth with my hands on his ass.
His fingers caressing my head as I sucked him... giving me subtle guidance as to how best to provide him with the most pleasure.
I wanted to feel his smooth skin as I sucked him off and started to undo the clips that were holding up his stockings.
His cock never left my mouth.
My hands worked around from the back to the front. When the rear suspenders were undone, my fingers traced the clefts at the tops of his thighs as I trailed my finger around. Undid the sides... then reached up in front and released the last clips.
His stockings sagged slightly and then I slipped them down to his knees.
Now I was able to caress those smooth and sexy thighs directly. Sucking his cock and rubbing my hands over his legs.
I felt his hands tighten in my hair.
Reached up between his legs.
One hand all the way between and onto his ass. The other touching his silky ballsack.
"I'm going to cum, sweetie."
Without taking Martine's cock from my mouth, I looked up at him and nodded.
His hands pulled me to him. More of his cock entered my mouth. He held me tight there.
I was deep-throating him. He began moving his hips. Fucking my mouth.
I moved my hands over his ass. Over his balls.
Sucked his cock. Left my mouth open for Martine to fuck it.
His hold on me tightened again and he whimpered a little and then started flooding my mouth with his cum.
I swallowed some, but there was so much... it spilled from my mouth. Dribbled down my chin. Dripped onto my chest. Trickled down into my pubic hair.
Martine untangled his fingers from my hair. Pulled his cock out of my mouth.
Stepped back and looked down at me.
Covered in his cum.
I swallowed the last that was in my mouth and for the first time was able to actually taste it.
It was something else new. Odd. You read about 'salty'..... but that's not it.
I didn't hate it, but concluded that it might be an acquired taste. Well, alright then....
"Do you want something else to drink?"
I was thirsty but, actually, didn't want to lose the taste in my mouth.
"No I'm good."
"Better than good, Roger. You never did that before?"
"No. But I've given it a lot of thought...."
"Have you thought about what it would be like to fuck me?"
"Since the moment you came back into the room dressed like a gorgeous woman, Martine."
"Are you ready to go again?"
I stood up.
My cock was at its most erect. Its most massive.
It was pointing directly at Martine as he stood there with his skirt up around his waist, his panties round his ankles and his stockings at half-mast.
He looked like a slut who just got fucked, not a man who just got a blow-job.... until you looked and saw his shaven cock and balls.. glistening with a mixture of his cum and my saliva.
"I want to fuck you, Martine. Right now. I want my cock in your fantastic ass. I want to know how it feels."
"Would you do something for me, Roger?"
"Anything at all"
"Go and put your cowboy boots on for me. Just the boots. I'll be back in a moment."
He removed the panties that were around his ankles and went to the bathroom. I went back to the living room, found my boots where I'd dropped them and pulled them on.
There was a full-length mirror in the hallway. I caught sight of myself on the way back to the bedroom.
Tall and muscular. Tight abs.
A monster erection.
Naked except for my boots.
I posed to myself for a moment. Feeling on top of the world. Stroked myself in the mirror briefly.. thinking about how I would soon be fucking Martine's unbelievable ass.
I stood waiting and soon Martine came back from the bathroom. The makeup had been fixed. The wig was straight again. The skirt back in place. I could see the bulge of his unfettered cock there. Martine in the miniskirt and silk blouse was as sexy as any woman I'd ever been with. I said so. Said I was anxious to fuck with him.
"Maybe I should undress".
He kicked off his shoes.
Barefoot now, and with me in my boots, I was nearly a foot taller than him.
He looked up at me, submissively. He unzipped his skirt. Let it fall to the floor. Stepped out of it.
His stocking had slipped further down his legs. Now rumpled and caught beneath his knees and above the swell of each shapely calf.
His hands went to the buttons of his blouse.
"Let me."
I stood in front of him. He raised each wrist in turn and I loosened the fastenings then worked down from the top button at the front. As the silken blouse opened up I could see he was wearing as bra and I could see I'd been right earlier. He didn't use anything to pad his chest, just his natural tendency to plumpness... magically transformed into sexy little breasts.
When I'd undone the last button, I leaned down and cupped his breasts in their bra with my hands. Nuzzled between them.
He shrugged off his blouse and it slipped from his shoulders to the floor.
Once more I went to my knees in front of Martine. His still glistening cock hung in front of my eyes as I reached around him and drew the suspender belt down over his lovely ass and slid it to the ground. Then I took each leg in turn and slipped his stockings down and off.
I took my time drawing them over his feet.... slowly exposing his painted toes.
He stood there on his dainty feet. I couldn't help myself... I knelt lower and kissed his toes, one by one. He lifted each foot in turn slightly so it could take each toe into my mouth, briefly.
This was my supplication to his sexiness. It was a homage to him, before I began a more intrusive demonstration of the lust he had brought to my mind.
I stood back up.
Martine stood naked before me. Except for his bra. I wanted to leave it. Holding his swelling breasts in a perfectly erotic way.
Now that I could see him naked for the first time I could see that there was not a single hair on his fantastic body. Not on his legs, not his arms, his pubic area... he knew what I was seeing and raised his arms..... no hair under there. He was as smooth as is humanly possible. and his skin was pale. No tan lines, not a mark of any kind. Like a Michelangelo marble.
I stood and took him in my arms, holding him tightly. Naked now, he somehow felt even smaller in my embrace. I relished the feeling of his smooth skin against mine. Feeling his small breasts against my chest. Rubbing my hand cock against him.
I bent my head and my mouth and nose found the crook of his neck and shoulder. He was wearing a perfume now. It made him even more desirable. I kept my face at his neck and breathed in his scent.
His hand came up and held my head and he whispered....
"I want you."
I wanted him just as much. My hard cock was pressed between us. Rubbing against his smooth pale skin.
I wanted to give him the choice of position. I didn't know if he had a preference. Put the ball in his court.
"Lay down for me, Martine."
He lay on his back in the middle of his bed.
Raised his knees.
Spread his legs.
Then he put a hand round his cock and balls and moved them up.....
exposing round jewel where his asshole should be. Maybe an inch across.
It was the end of a butt-plug, I guessed. And it made such a pretty picture, I caught my breath.
"Do you like it?" Martine asked.
"Oh yes. So cute!"
"Stay there a sec."
I stood at the end of the bed and watched as Martine reached between his raised thighs and started slowly tugging on the end of the plug.
His ass ring stretched as the wider part began to be withdrawn. I'd seen pictures but this one was bigger than the sex toys I'd seen before.
"I wanted to be ready for you, Roger." Martine told me. He grunted a couple of times with the effort of extracting the plug from his ass.
"So while I was in the bathroom I thought I'd prepare a little."
I just "Umm Humm"ed. I had no words. Transfixed by the sight of Martine pulling something out of his ass that just seemed to get wider and wider.
"Oooh!" he said, and the plug popped right out.
He put it on the bedside table and went back to his original position, lifting his genitals so I could see his asshole.
Exposing his sweet asshole. It stayed partly open from the stretching of his butt-plug.
He clenched and unclenched his muscles down there as I stood at the end of the bed, staring with lust.
The sight of his ass, winking at me, beckoning to me.... my cock throbbed.
"Come fuck, me, Roger. Give me that wonder weapon you're holding."
I looked down. Indeed, I was holding my cock. I didn't remember taking it in my hand, I'd been so wrapped up in watching Martine's ass-dance.
I got onto the bed and crawled up between his raised thighs.
My cock was pulsing. I could feel my heartbeat in it, I was so aroused.
Leaning forward, I used one hand to position the fat head of my penis against Martine's hole.
"Go slow, lover. You're so big. The biggest cock I ever took."
"I'll try" was all I said.
I meant it, but I wanted more than anything to shove my cock all the way into this sexy cross-dresser's ass.
It was with all my will-power that I gently pressed myself into him.
Even going slowly, I had to push hard, though.
He had given himself plenty of lubrication, but my cock was fatter than the plug he had just pulled out.
I began pushing harder and harder.
Martine moaned a little. Whimpered a little.
And finally I felt the big head of my cock slip past that muscular ring protecting his warm, wet interior.
"Oh yes!" he said. "Oh god. Stop!"
I stopped. Just the head of my cock, trapped by his anus.
"Fantastic."
"Lovely cock! You're amazing. So big. I want it all.... but slowly.."
The tightness of his ass around my big hard cock was unreal. Like I'd wrapped it in rubber bands. I pressed in more.
"Slow! Go slow! I have to get used to your massive cock a bit at a time." I stopped and waited.
Maybe two inches of my cock were in his ass now.
I waited, looking down at him. The expression of pain faded away and he opened his eyes. Nodded a little.
I pressed my hips more. Pushing more of my cock, millimeter by millimeter into his hot, tight ass. So slowly it was like torture for me, even though it was Martine feeling the pain.
I saw him wince.
I wanted to stop, there's no pleasure in causing pain.
I didn't want to hurt him.
I began to pull out but he reached up and held me.
"No don't! I want it! Just be patient.."
Again, I kept still above him.
Until he reached up... a gentle pressure on the small of my back told me to go on.
Slowly. So slowly.
Another few millimeters would go into his ass. And then a little break for him to adjust.
I guess I had about 5 inches into him, 5 to go, when he seemed to get a second wind.
I felt something relax a little.
Felt his hand on my back press me a little harder. Urging me to push more of my cock into him. The pressure remained and I continued. Still slowly, but maybe a little faster. Another inch, then another. Going deeper into his ass.
Another. Nearly all the way in.
Then my pubic hair began to tickle his bare ass. I looked down to see the final half inch of my ten inch cock drive home.
Home. Martine's ass was home, now.
I lowered my body onto his. My hands went to his little titties.
His lovely penis was erect. Trapped between us.
My cock was fully into his ass. He looked up at me.
His arms came around my neck and he pulled me down.
"Kiss me while you fuck me, Roger."
How could I refuse? Those sexy red lips, the long hair strewn across the pillow. The tightest grip I ever felt around the base of my cock....
I kissed him. Kissed him like a long-lost lover. Tongue and wet and steamy breath and lips. Wide open mouth, tongues in and out....
And I found myself beginning to move my hips as we kissed.
Slowly, beginning to withdraw the length of my cock....
and then slowly, gently, pressing back into him.
I think the first stroke, out and then back into his amazing ass took about thirty seconds. Our lips never parted. His eyes opened wide as I began to push back into him. His arms held me so fucking tight.....
It felt so good.
His ass held me so tight as well.
Indescribable!
If I hadn't shot a load down his throat less than an hour before I would have cum as I bottomed out on that first stroke.
But I had some time in me now. I could go for a while.
I stayed slow, going in and out of Martine's ass.
I tried to be very aware of the body-language. Aware of his subtle signals. I knew when it was OK to begin a steadier rhythm.
But I never went terribly fast. I never wanted to.
I didn't want to hammer Martine. I was making love to him.
This sexy man had introduced me to something I didn't know I'd been missing.
I wanted him to sense my gratitude. Wanted him to feel how much it meant to me.
And the best way to do that was to make love to him.
Give him the kind of fucking he wanted.
Taking his direction, my cock inside him gave him the sensations he obviously craved.
And what he was doing for my rock-hard cock was something I'd never imagined possible.
It was slow and gentle and loving and in my memory it was all night long. But really, maybe half an hour.
It was wonderful. I was on top of this gorgeous person. His ass was making my cock feel great and it was clear that, now, my cock was making his bum feel the same way.
I stayed on top and mostly rested on my arms as we kissed and fucked. The traditional Missionary position. He held me tight in his arms. Our lips tight against each other. We changed it up a little....
I took his wrists and pinned them down above his head. Pressing all my weight on his smaller frame and making him submit to my thrusts. But it there was no malice. I was finding out what he liked.
But I preferred feeling him holding onto me.
At times he had his legs in the air, then locked at the small of my back, then held by me at the ankles, then resting on my shoulders... always with my big, fat, hard dick buried in his sexy beautiful curvaceous ass.
Our kisses were feverish. I fondled his boobs in their silky bra.
I pressed my belly down just to enjoy the feeling of his hard cock caught between our bodies, and then
I raised myself up slightly so I could reach between us and stroke his cock while we fucked.
I loved how it felt in the palm of my hand.
Martine's arms snaked up around my neck and she brought my ear down to her mouth. Her hot breath was just more aphrodisiac to my exploding libido... her words.. piling more one more...
"I'm going to cum again. Keep stroking my cock. Keep fucking my ass. I want to shoot my cum for you."
I did as I was told. I stroked his cock. I thrust in and out of his ass.
When he came with me inside him it was the impetus for my own orgasm.
Feeling his cock spasm, feeling the wetness of his cum hit my chest and drip down onto his... feeling it trickle onto my hand.. holding his slippery cock... rubbing his cum all over it... I reached my boiling point.
I was thrusting harder into him as I reached my peak and he cried out.... this time in pleasure.
"Yes! Cum inside me. Cum for me, Roger."
I reached down and took the sweet cheeks of his ass in my hands for the final strokes. It was so intense.
That ass. Oh, that ass.
And then POW, cumming like never before. Filling his tight asshole with my cum. Collapsing onto him. Grinding, grinding, grinding, as the cum left my cock.
We were both verbal, but it was just a jumble of words.
"So big!"
"Martine!"
"Big cock. Ass. Fucking. In my ass. Cock."
"Martine, so sexy. Fucking. Ass. Oh."
I held on tight as my ejaculation came to a shuddering close.
Twitching. My whole body was a mass of tics and spasms.
Finally it subsided. My cock was so deep in his bottom. His hands were on mine... still pulling me into him.
My cock began to lose its hardness and I withdrew.
My forearms were shaking from bearing my weight and I needed to lie back.
I lay beside Martine on the bed.
Happily laughing.
From the exhilaration.
From the sheer wantonness of what we had just done.
I had fantasized for a long time about sex with a man... sex with a cross-dresser.... this had been better.
Sex with Martine had been better than any fantasy.