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Early that chilly morning, Kevin Hamm decided to check his video message app while waiting on the bus for work. The six-foot-one-inch, solid husky built brown-skinned brother went brick hard as he watched the vixen on the screen shake her round and ample bubble butt. The angelic voice called out, “Don’t you just love this tight pretty juicy ass, Daddy Superman? It’s all yours. Bend me over and fuck me deep just like a real bitch! Your little naughty bitch. All yours.”
Kevin sent back a text message that read, ‘Layla!!! You got me on hard sitting on this bus. Just the way I like it. No sword. No apples.’
Across the country, the slumbering femboy was awakened by the message notification. The attractive sex-crazed creature reveled in the fact that the straight man was so considerably drawn to her Daddy Superman was to her. He had given her the names ‘Layla’ and ‘Kitty Kat’. She was equally infatuated with him. Even though he was married to a woman 10 years his senior with two grown stepdaughters, they flirted incessantly.
Kevin had come across Layla while looking at an amateur pornography site. He loved her body, but was not so enthralled by the fact that she described herself merely as a boy. He loved women. Early in their first exchange, Layla had mentioned that she was eager to meet him. He replied back quickly that he wasn’t too keen on that idea. It took Layla by surprise because all of the men who had sent her messages after watching her vids had wanted to fuck her brains out – or at least have their dicks sucked. The news of his indifference saddened her.
Layla told him she would no longer bother him. Kevin explained that he wanted to continue their messaging and picture sharing. He told her he had only been with women and felt it would be strange since she wasn’t at least a transsexual. He wanted to know why she had not yet gotten breast implants. Layla was perplexed by him. She could not understand why he was so into communicating with her, but so distant from her status.
Layla went about her day intermittently sending notes back and forth to Kevin. Since she worked from home, she took time between conference calls to take selfies in panties and heels to send to him. Kevin enjoyed receiving the images. He could not believe how beautiful Layla’s body was. He replied back that afternoon saying, ‘You got the ass, legs, and voice. Damn. Why can’t you have a pussy?’
Layla sent a reply that read, ‘I do have a pussy. It’s a good tight wet boipussy.’
Kevin retorted, ‘But no tits.’
She answered, ‘I told you I’m afraid to be put to sleep.’
‘That’s nothing to be afraid of,’ Kevin countered.
Layla thought long and hard about her next move. She asked Kevin if she were in his area would he just come over, jerk off his dick, and nut all over her taut derriere. He responded in the affirmative. Layla booked a trip for two weeks out right after that. After finishing up work, Layla ran out to the mall. She went into a clothing retailer targeted to junior women. She purchased over 20 pair of panties from thongs to boyshorts to bikini cut.
Each day thereafter, Layla made sure to load up Daddy Superman’s instant messaging app with tons of pictures. She did three separate sets every day until she flew out to his city. He flight left on a Sunday. Before heading to the airport, she recorded a vid of her shaking her ass saying she wished they were closer. She boarded the plane later sending the tease only after she landed. Layla followed hailed a taxi and was shuffled to her extended stay hotel. She sent a few more pix to Daddy Superman once she checked in.
Layla hopped in the shower, shaved her legs smooth, and lathered herself in baby oil & lotion. She crawled in the bed and fell asleep. She arose early. She wrote a message to Kevin telling him she was in his city. Kevin could not believe it. She spent the entire day enticing him to come over and jerk off on her ass. Kevin made excuses. Layla sulked slightly. Near the end of his work day, he announced he would stop by.
Layla opened the door wearing a pair of red lace boyshort panties, silver stilettos, and curly reddish brown wig. Kevin remarked, “You look better in person.”
“Thanks I think,” Layla retorted.
“Don’t be mad. It’s a compliment,” Kevin revealed.
“Well come on in and have a seat,” Layla offered pointing towards the king-sized bed.
Kevin took a seat. Layla took up the position of lying on her stomach so her booty was facing up.
“How was your day,” she inquired.
“It was straight. Yours?”
“It was good. I’m glad you came over.”
“Yeah. I told my wife I had to help one of my coworkers move his shit into storage.”
“Thanks for making it happen.”
“It wasn’t too hard. She works evenings. So she ain’t home till about midnight.”
“Oh cool. Do you like this ass,” Layla inquired.
“Yeah it’s nice. I see you still keeping that sword and them apples hidden,” Kevin laughed.
“I know how you like it Daddy Superman!”
“That’s a good girl,” he smiled.
Layla began to twerk on the bed. Kevin watched the jiggling ebony cheeks closely. His manhood stiffened. Layla gyrated purposefully. “You really want me to jack off on that ass, don’t you,” Kevin asked.
“Yes, Daddy Superman,” Layla cooed.
“Damn, I guess I’m gonna have to.”
“Ooh, Daddy Superman! Please,” she begged.
Kevin stood and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his bone hard nine inches. He stroked it slowly as he looked at Layla’s sweet ass. He noticed a small container of baby oil on the night stand. “Pull those panties down,” he ordered. He squirted some of the oil onto her cheeks and massaged it in with his left hand while he jerked himself with his right. Layla purred. Kevin examined the beauty before him and tugged harder on his rod. “Oh shit, Kitty Kay,” he yelled. I’m about to cum.”
Kevin shot five sizable streams of his baby batter onto Layla’s supple ass. Layla hopped up and ran into the bathroom. She returned with a warm, wet washcloth. Kevin cleaned up and headed out of the room.
After boarding the bus home, Kevin thought about the opportunity he had just had. Layla was definitely all woman to him – even without the breasts. He thought about it and grew stiff once more. When he exited at the stop near his house, he had a change of mind.
‘You there,’ he asked via text.
‘Yes Daddy Superman,” Layla answered quickly.
‘Can I come back and fuck that pussy now?’
‘Yes Daddy Superman!!!’
‘On my way. There in 30.’
Layla rushed back to the freshen up once again. After washing up and putting on a black fishnet minidress and hot pink thong, she cracked the door open. According to her time, Daddy Superman would arrive in five minutes. She lay across the bed and decided to shimmy out of the thong.
Kevin arrived only shortly after Layla’s estimation. He pushed the door and walked inside. He affixed the latch and said aloud, “So you ready for this dick.”
“Yes, Daddy Superman,” Layla confessed.
Kevin pulled down his pants and placed the opening of the baby oil bottle at Layla’s anus. He squeezed it inside of her. “Damn, I wish you had tits, but I still wanna fuck you.” Kevin smacked her ass and placed the tip of his dick at her opening. He felt the warmth and it drove him wild. Kevin pressed into her. Layla pushed back into him. The mushroom head popped in. Layla winced.
“Oh yes,” Layla wailed.
Kevin added, “Damn, that shit feels good.”
“Fuck me, Daddy Superman!”
“That’s my pussy, Layla,” he called out.
“It’s all your boipussy,” Layla replied.
“Fuck yeah!”
“Dick my faggot ass down, Daddy Superman!”
“Oh shit,” Kevin cried out.
“Yes sir! Fuck meeeee!”
Kevin thrust quickly with full strokes. Layla moaned and squirmed. The tightness drove Kevin insane. “I’m finna nut,” he declared after only a couple of minutes. “Goddamn, Kitty Kat,” he yelled. Layla felt the sticky cum flood her hole. Kevin collapsed on top of her. “Whew! That was some good pussy.”
“You mean boipussy,” Layla corrected him.
“Yeah. Boipussy,” Kevin smirked.
“Let me get you a rag, Daddy Superman.”
Kevin sent back a text message that read, ‘Layla!!! You got me on hard sitting on this bus. Just the way I like it. No sword. No apples.’
Across the country, the slumbering femboy was awakened by the message notification. The attractive sex-crazed creature reveled in the fact that the straight man was so considerably drawn to her Daddy Superman was to her. He had given her the names ‘Layla’ and ‘Kitty Kat’. She was equally infatuated with him. Even though he was married to a woman 10 years his senior with two grown stepdaughters, they flirted incessantly.
Kevin had come across Layla while looking at an amateur pornography site. He loved her body, but was not so enthralled by the fact that she described herself merely as a boy. He loved women. Early in their first exchange, Layla had mentioned that she was eager to meet him. He replied back quickly that he wasn’t too keen on that idea. It took Layla by surprise because all of the men who had sent her messages after watching her vids had wanted to fuck her brains out – or at least have their dicks sucked. The news of his indifference saddened her.
Layla told him she would no longer bother him. Kevin explained that he wanted to continue their messaging and picture sharing. He told her he had only been with women and felt it would be strange since she wasn’t at least a transsexual. He wanted to know why she had not yet gotten breast implants. Layla was perplexed by him. She could not understand why he was so into communicating with her, but so distant from her status.
Layla went about her day intermittently sending notes back and forth to Kevin. Since she worked from home, she took time between conference calls to take selfies in panties and heels to send to him. Kevin enjoyed receiving the images. He could not believe how beautiful Layla’s body was. He replied back that afternoon saying, ‘You got the ass, legs, and voice. Damn. Why can’t you have a pussy?’
Layla sent a reply that read, ‘I do have a pussy. It’s a good tight wet boipussy.’
Kevin retorted, ‘But no tits.’
She answered, ‘I told you I’m afraid to be put to sleep.’
‘That’s nothing to be afraid of,’ Kevin countered.
Layla thought long and hard about her next move. She asked Kevin if she were in his area would he just come over, jerk off his dick, and nut all over her taut derriere. He responded in the affirmative. Layla booked a trip for two weeks out right after that. After finishing up work, Layla ran out to the mall. She went into a clothing retailer targeted to junior women. She purchased over 20 pair of panties from thongs to boyshorts to bikini cut.
Each day thereafter, Layla made sure to load up Daddy Superman’s instant messaging app with tons of pictures. She did three separate sets every day until she flew out to his city. He flight left on a Sunday. Before heading to the airport, she recorded a vid of her shaking her ass saying she wished they were closer. She boarded the plane later sending the tease only after she landed. Layla followed hailed a taxi and was shuffled to her extended stay hotel. She sent a few more pix to Daddy Superman once she checked in.
Layla hopped in the shower, shaved her legs smooth, and lathered herself in baby oil & lotion. She crawled in the bed and fell asleep. She arose early. She wrote a message to Kevin telling him she was in his city. Kevin could not believe it. She spent the entire day enticing him to come over and jerk off on her ass. Kevin made excuses. Layla sulked slightly. Near the end of his work day, he announced he would stop by.
Layla opened the door wearing a pair of red lace boyshort panties, silver stilettos, and curly reddish brown wig. Kevin remarked, “You look better in person.”
“Thanks I think,” Layla retorted.
“Don’t be mad. It’s a compliment,” Kevin revealed.
“Well come on in and have a seat,” Layla offered pointing towards the king-sized bed.
Kevin took a seat. Layla took up the position of lying on her stomach so her booty was facing up.
“How was your day,” she inquired.
“It was straight. Yours?”
“It was good. I’m glad you came over.”
“Yeah. I told my wife I had to help one of my coworkers move his shit into storage.”
“Thanks for making it happen.”
“It wasn’t too hard. She works evenings. So she ain’t home till about midnight.”
“Oh cool. Do you like this ass,” Layla inquired.
“Yeah it’s nice. I see you still keeping that sword and them apples hidden,” Kevin laughed.
“I know how you like it Daddy Superman!”
“That’s a good girl,” he smiled.
Layla began to twerk on the bed. Kevin watched the jiggling ebony cheeks closely. His manhood stiffened. Layla gyrated purposefully. “You really want me to jack off on that ass, don’t you,” Kevin asked.
“Yes, Daddy Superman,” Layla cooed.
“Damn, I guess I’m gonna have to.”
“Ooh, Daddy Superman! Please,” she begged.
Kevin stood and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his bone hard nine inches. He stroked it slowly as he looked at Layla’s sweet ass. He noticed a small container of baby oil on the night stand. “Pull those panties down,” he ordered. He squirted some of the oil onto her cheeks and massaged it in with his left hand while he jerked himself with his right. Layla purred. Kevin examined the beauty before him and tugged harder on his rod. “Oh shit, Kitty Kay,” he yelled. I’m about to cum.”
Kevin shot five sizable streams of his baby batter onto Layla’s supple ass. Layla hopped up and ran into the bathroom. She returned with a warm, wet washcloth. Kevin cleaned up and headed out of the room.
After boarding the bus home, Kevin thought about the opportunity he had just had. Layla was definitely all woman to him – even without the breasts. He thought about it and grew stiff once more. When he exited at the stop near his house, he had a change of mind.
‘You there,’ he asked via text.
‘Yes Daddy Superman,” Layla answered quickly.
‘Can I come back and fuck that pussy now?’
‘Yes Daddy Superman!!!’
‘On my way. There in 30.’
Layla rushed back to the freshen up once again. After washing up and putting on a black fishnet minidress and hot pink thong, she cracked the door open. According to her time, Daddy Superman would arrive in five minutes. She lay across the bed and decided to shimmy out of the thong.
Kevin arrived only shortly after Layla’s estimation. He pushed the door and walked inside. He affixed the latch and said aloud, “So you ready for this dick.”
“Yes, Daddy Superman,” Layla confessed.
Kevin pulled down his pants and placed the opening of the baby oil bottle at Layla’s anus. He squeezed it inside of her. “Damn, I wish you had tits, but I still wanna fuck you.” Kevin smacked her ass and placed the tip of his dick at her opening. He felt the warmth and it drove him wild. Kevin pressed into her. Layla pushed back into him. The mushroom head popped in. Layla winced.
“Oh yes,” Layla wailed.
Kevin added, “Damn, that shit feels good.”
“Fuck me, Daddy Superman!”
“That’s my pussy, Layla,” he called out.
“It’s all your boipussy,” Layla replied.
“Fuck yeah!”
“Dick my faggot ass down, Daddy Superman!”
“Oh shit,” Kevin cried out.
“Yes sir! Fuck meeeee!”
Kevin thrust quickly with full strokes. Layla moaned and squirmed. The tightness drove Kevin insane. “I’m finna nut,” he declared after only a couple of minutes. “Goddamn, Kitty Kat,” he yelled. Layla felt the sticky cum flood her hole. Kevin collapsed on top of her. “Whew! That was some good pussy.”
“You mean boipussy,” Layla corrected him.
“Yeah. Boipussy,” Kevin smirked.
“Let me get you a rag, Daddy Superman.”
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