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"Of course he'd be pissed," she said, "You are, after all, still
technically a boy."
Her smile belied the seriousness of her response to my question.
I had asked, as I was about to take her cock out from behind her sheer
panties, whether her boyfriend would be pissed that I was here.
Now, with her growing cock in my mouth, and the folds of her pleated
plaid school-girl skirt lying down over my head, I wrapped my hands
around her ass to get better leverage.
"Ooh, yeah, like that baby," she said when my tongue flicked at her balls
with each downward plunge on her cock.
We settled in, and I could tell she had some experience.? She knew to how
to get blown.? I had blown a ton of cocks whose owners had been anything
from straights cruising for tranny love to other girls like me, and most
of them were too awkward when it came time to receiving head.? It was
slurp, slurp, stroke, stroke, spurt, and they were either beating feet,
getting guilty (emotional!) or just spent for the night.?
Not Candy.? She knew how to control herself, and her minute adjustments
to make my job easier spoke volumes as to her own empathy and skill.
I had seen her at the Hippo more than once, even danced and made out with
her a few times, but we had never hooked up.?
Tonight she nearly dragged me out of there.? The crowd was beat; mostly
older trannies looking to lip sync on stage and a few kids from Johns
Hopkins out to gawk at the local color. As we burst out onto Charles St,
a cop harassing a wino on the corner had turned to look at us.
Candy had dragged me over and came to the old bum's rescue.
"C'mon, Tony," she'd said, "can't you see he's just trying to get some
money for some grape juice?? What else has he got?"
She had pulled a twenty out of her white knee-length trench coat
(November nights are cold when you are wearing knee socks and a skirt
that barely covers your panties) and gave it to the bum.
"Hell, Candy, why didn't you tell me your dad was waiting for you?" the
cop shot back, but smiling now.
Candy had known them, and after Tony's partner had asked me for a
freebie, we had flipped them both off and walked down past Never On
Sunday to cross over to St. Paul.
Now we were in the foyer of her third-floor apartment, and I was kneeling
on my rabbit-skin coat.? We hadn't waited long to get busy.
Candy folded back her skirt and grabbed my hair.? She wasn't forcing me
down on her, just enjoying the control, sending me little signals when
she liked something, or wanted me to go faster.
The ticking of a clock somewhere was the only real noise besides Candy's
breathing and the sounds I made sucking her off.
"Pete would probably beat the crap out of me, and then dryfuck you for
kicks," she said.? It startled me, because it had been a good five
minutes since she had last spoke.
I pulled off her, now stroking with one hand as I looked up at her.? She
smiled down at me, but hadn't let go of my hair.
"Now you tell me!" I said, with mock outrage.
"Oh, baby,he's down in Fell's Point all week opening his new club. Don't
stress it."
With that she gently tugged at my hair, not pulling me to my feet, but
encouraging me to stand.? I rose, and her cock bumped against my thighs
as she pulled my head back and kissed me, really manhandling me.? Her
hand dipped into my cleavage, pushing between my breast form and my
chest, finding my nipple,
As she tweaked it, hard then soft, then hard again, I started stroking
her again.? Her tongue assaulted my mouth, finding every corner, beating
down my own tongue, making me moan with the pleasure both from my nipple
and the submission.
I won't lie to you; I'm not exactly right in the head.? It's not that I'm
certifiable, or even manic-depressive.? It's that I have gender issues
and low self-esteem.? I live a life during the day as a man, albeit a
smooth, slender man.? I don't go out with men unless I'm dressed as a
woman, and I even date a few women, although none currently.? I'm not
interested in SRS or implants.? I enjoy my double life in some ways,
although I am anything but out of the closet.? Kelly the boy would never
suck a cock.
I have no rules when I am girl Kelly, though.? I'll go with anyone who
makes me horny or happy, and right now Candy was making me both.? She had
let go of my hair and was now holding me up with one arm while she kissed
me and pinched and pulled my nipple.
My cock was poking out of the top of my panties now, up onto my garter
belt and approaching the bottom of my waist cincher.? It rubbed against
the olive green shirtwaist dress, tenting it out a bit in an unladylike
manner.
The dress was great.? It was new, but looked Eighties, with button-up
sleeves, epaulets and Bundeswehr badges and rank markings.? It was longer
than Candy's micro mini, but still a good bit above the knee.
She must have felt my growing cock, because she left off the nipple-
tweaking and her hand slid down to stroke it through my dress, then slid
down, then up my leg to free my cock by pulling down my panties.?
Now she stroked me, still kissing me and getting stroked in return.? I
almost came, and had to slow down my breathing a bit to maintain control.
When she noticed that, Candy broke apart, and took my hand.
"Go clean up girl," she said, "I'm going to have to take you now.? You
are too smoking hot."
She pulled me further into the apartment, past the kitchen, through the
art deco living room and into her bedroom.? There were panel doors that
could separate the rooms, but they were all opened now.
The bathroom was black and white tiles and parquet, obviously done in the
twenties or thirties, and this was the only room with bright lights.?
She pushed me in, and I stumbled a bit to stay up on my ridiculously high
heels.?
"Bottles and lube are under the sink.? Hurry!" she called through the
door.
I heard her opening closets and drawers, and turned to look under the
sink while I finished stepping out of my panties.? I grabbed a pre-loaded
enema bottle and a lube shooter and slammed the door.?
"Don't break anything," she said, and then I heard her hopping a bit,
obviously changing and trying to balance while she did it.?
I broke the seal on the bottle, rubbed a little soap and spit on the tip,
and shoved it up my ass.? There was a bit of sharp pain, and I swore.? I
couldn't afford to get a little cut in there now.? I wanted Candy bad.
There was no cut, just a bit of a scare, and I squeezed the fluid up
there. I tossed the bottle on the floor and grabbed onto the sink with
both hands.
I don't know if it helps, but I like to shake back and forth while I hold
in my enemas.? I eat next to nothing as it is, and very high fiber most
of the time, so I'm naturally clean, but I like to think I can get extra
clean by shaking things up.
I was bent over, wagging my ass back and forth, when she opened the door
again.? I looked over at her and wondered how she had managed such a
quick change.
Gone was the schoolgirl outfit; in its place, a demi-cup black bra
holding up her c-cup breasts.? The bra was embroidered with tiny pink
flowers, and barely covered her nipples.? She had on matching thong
panties, garters, black stockings, and platform pink Doc Martens.?
"Shit, you better be done, bitch!" she said.
I just smiled at her, and turned my ass toward her and kept on shaking.
"Oh no you didn't!"
I heard her stomp over, and then felt a slap on my ass.? It was hard,
too, and I stood up quickly from the stinging pain.
I over-balanced on my stiletto pumps and started falling over backwards.?
She grabbed the back of my skirt and kept me off balance as she pulled me
over to the toilet.?
By the time the backs of my knees hit the seat and I flopped down on the
throne, she had my dress up around my waist.
She grabbed my hair again (not so gently this time) and I barely had time
to pull her cock out of her panties before she was bouncing my head up
and down on it.
I released the enema fluid, and then had to grope around blindly for the
tissue to wipe.
"Suck it ... ooh ... that's it bitch," came from Candy as I finished up.?
I let my hands dangle loosely as she stroked herself in and out of my
mouth.? I've found that people as horny and in control as Candy was right
now liked that the best; like I just can't help myself.
I thought she was going to cum into the back of my throat, but she slowed
down, and stroked more gently.? I brought one hand up to pull at her
balls a bit, and she let go of my hair.? Now I just slowly stroked and
sucked, looking up at her the whole time.? She bit her lip, and her eyes
rolled around.? I could tell I was getting to her.
"Are you ready?" she asked, popping herself out of my mouth.
"Mm-hmm," I replied, trying to work the feeling back into my numb lips.
Once more she took my hand, and pulled me toward her bedroom.? I managed
to grab the lube shooter on the way out, and she hit the lights.? Her
bedspread, comforter and top sheet were piled at the foot of the bed,
leaving just the off-white fitted sheet and a few big pillows in matching
off-white cases.
She kissed me again, and while she did, I moved the lube down to my
rosebud.? It was like a cross between a syringe and a turkey baster, and
with her caressing and kissing me, I could barely position it.? I managed
to get the tip, now slick with leaking lube, just into me, and squirted
about half the load into my ass.? I rubbed some more around and in the
hole, and managed to get the thing onto the bedside table.
"You ready baby?" came her breathless question.
"Now. Now. Now." I chanted back her, feeling her cock with my hand.
"Shit," she said, and stopped caressing me.
I tried to kiss her, and she put her hands on my shoulders.
"Do you have any condoms?"
"Maybe, I'll check my purse," I said, "Don't you?"
As I ran back out to the foyer, she sat on the bed, hitting it a few
times in frustration.
"Yes, I have twenty-three, right here in my bedside table," she said,
"only Pete knows how many are in there, and..."
She had let her voice trail off, and I heard more slapping of the bed.? I
grabbed my purse from the floor next to my jacket, and walked back around
the living room furniture as fast as I could.
I was digging in my purse as I went, but the light was low and I had to
use touch.? I don't normally end my nights needing condoms; I usually
like to just suck a guy off.? I'll make sure whoever I'm with has some
before things get too far.? I had to fight my way free of a sticky
situation once.? With Candy, it hadn't even crossed my mind.
As I checked, she was getting more agitated.
She stood up, and tried to see in my purse over my shoulder. It was
making my search even harder, and I could feel her cock brushing up
against my thigh, wiggling back and forth.
Evidently, I was taking too long.? She grabbed the purse out my hands and
pushed me down to floor, with my back to her bed.
She stood over me, lined her cock up with my lips, and then started
pushing into my mouth.
It wasn't the best position for me, but by this point, I was willing to
go along just to keep her happy.? Besides, she bent over me, making her
cock point down a little more.? This helped it to slide down my throat a
bit as she thrust into me.
I could hear her dump my bag, and then root through the contents.? I
reached up and started playing with her balls with one hand while the
other reached back to work a nipple out of her demi-cup.
She lost a bit of control, and I heard her stop sorting through my stuff.
I could feel the sheet tighten up as she grabbed hold of it with both
hands and held on.?
Pop!? That was the sound her cock made as it popped out of my mouth.? It
was one of those times when you keep on trying to do what you were just
doing even though what you were doing it to is gone.? You know what I
mean?? I just gaped like a fish out of water for two or three strokes of
the cock that was no longer there before realizing my mouth was empty.
She had turned away and collapsed next to me, hugging her knees.
"Don't worry, gorgeous," I said, stroking her cheek, "We can go get
some."
"No, I can't.? If I show up in the all-night CVS to buy condoms, and Pete
hears about it, he'll beat the crap out of me."
"Why would he find out?" I asked, ignoring the larger question of why she
would have such prick for a boyfriend.
"Believe me, he would find out.? Everyone knows Pete."
"I'll go."
"No," she said, grabbing my arm, "its one thing for me to have a
girlfriend walk me home, but Pete owns the building, and if you went out
and came back..."
I couldn't understand why she was so paranoid, but one thing I've learned
in the decade girl Kelly has been hitting the clubs and the sheets is
that if otherwise sane people are paranoid about something, it is likely
for good reason.? Sex is a strong subject, and it affects different
people different ways.
"Baby, you're so hard up for a condom, it tells me you're either clean,
or you got something you don't want to spread.? If you're clean, fuck me
right now, bareback."
What was I thinking?? I have never, ever, not ever had unprotected anal
sex, and I was letting this girl and this situation brush that away?? I
started to say something, figure out some way to take it back, but she
just leaned over and kissed me.
"No.? I trust you, you have a hard-ass reputation for condoms," she said
as she cupped my chin, brushing back my hair.? I was startled that she
knew that much about me.
"Pete showed me the knife he would slit my throat with if I caught
something."
I gasped, and she smiled and kissed me again.
"Kelly, my life is my life, and I chose it.? Pete gave me about forty
grand in surgery, I live here rent-free and anything I want, he buys it."
I had a bit of a revelation then, and reached back to feel around for my
wallet.? I grabbed it, snapped open first the change purse, then the
credit card slots.? I opened the billfold pouch, and there, just like in
any college boy's wallet was a Trojan, it's wrapping creased with age.
"Oh thank God!" she yelled, and snatched it out of my hands.? I quickly
found myself face down on the bed, with most of my legs dangling over the
side.? She had two fingers up my ass, and I was dragging a big pillow
over to wedge under me to get my ass up for her.?
"Damn," she said, "you got a nice bubble butt.? You had any implants."?
Her words were a little slurred.? I could tell from experience that she
was holding the wrapper in her teeth, trying to tear it open.
Just as I was going to answer that no, it was genetics, one of her
fingers found my p-spot and my reply turned into a long, low moan.
She kept working my prostate then, but I could tell she was distracted by
getting the condom on.? Both the shifting of her weight and the pause in
her assault on my orgasm spot let me know.? I took the opportunity to get
the pillow under my belly, then scooched up a bit.? This pointed my ass
up at her and made my hard on point down and back, which I liked, even if
it was a bit uncomfortable before my lover was in me.
I could hear the distinctive snapping sound of a rubber being fit onto a
cock, and then her fingers left my ass.? I moaned a bit at the loss and
turned to look back at her.?
She was reaching back for the lube with one hand, stroking her cock with
the other. She managed to grab the tube after a little off-balance
groping which made her tits stretch up out of her cups a bit, exposing
the tops of her nipples.
I saw her apply a little lube to her cock, rubbing it in while she tossed
the tube back over in the general direction of the bedside table.
She slapped my ass cheek then, not too hard. Then she hit the other.? I'm
sure there were red marks.
I felt her fingers knead my cheeks, moving in towards my crack and its
wet little rosebud.? I felt one of her thumbs press gently then pull one
cheek apart, then the other.? I could feel my hole open up a bit, and I
pushed a bit then, making it flare at her.
She giggled a bit at that, and I felt both thumbs wiggle a little,
teasing me back.? I pushed back against them then, and they both dipped a
little into me.
I was lucky that her nails did not cut me, but she gasped in surprise as
I tried to impale myself.? She then slid first one in, then the other,
not really taking it easy on me.?
It didn't hurt, but it was sudden, and I moaned and froze my body,
splaying my fingers out on the bed.
Another giggle, this one a little more evil, and she moved to position
her cock between her thumbs.
I felt her weight shift then, and she wrapped her legs outside of mine
and leaned forward.? This caused a slow, steady pressure, and I moaned
louder as the tip of her cock slid into my ass, joining her thumbs.?
The stretching was intense, and I clawed at the sheets as I bore down on
her cock.? She seemed to feel this, and I felt first one, then the other
thumb pop free.
She put her hands on my shoulders, and I could feel her slide slowly into
my ass.? I trembled a bit, shaking more spasmodically when her glans
rubbed my prostate, and then we both let out long sighs when she was all
the way in me.
She shifted again, and I felt her hands slide off my shoulders and down
my arms to hold my wrists.? I felt her breasts come to rest on my back,
and my senses were so rarified that I could actually feel the pink
appliqu? flowers on her bra through my dress, rubbing up against my back
as she settled into position.
"Does that feel good, baby?" she asked, now completely in position.
I just moaned and nodded my head, pushing back against her, trying to get
her even deeper into me.?
I turned my head to one side, and when I did, I could feel her breath
against my cheek.? She strained forward, reaching with her lips to kiss
me as I strained back to her.? She had to settle for my cheek, and then
my neck, but the action put amazing pressure on my insides, and I moaned
again.
Then she shifted again, and I felt her pull out, ever so slowly, coming
almost out, and then pushing back in again.? She developed a rhythm,
sliding in and out of me, and I moved with it.? The feeling was
wonderful, a remarkable fullness.? I have certainly had larger cocks, but
she was a masterful lover and our titillating foreplay and near
disastrous lack of protection had lent greater force and feeling to our
lovemaking.
She slowly brought the speed up, and her hot breath increased in tempo
with her strokes.? I was squirming beneath her, trying desperately to
impale myself on her further with each push.? Finally her abdominal
muscles were flying, and she was slamming into me.
I couldn't keep up, and just let myself receive her attentions, bouncing
down into the bed with each quick, hard thrust.? I heard my moaning,
strangely separated from the noise.? It was punctuated with grunts as she
slammed me, again and again, down into the bed.? Every time she did, my
penis rubbed up against the pillow that was forcing it further and
further back as she pushed me across the bed.
I didn't often cum from receiving like this; it just didn't rub my p-spot
the right way.? But the combination of everything was driving me crazy,
and I felt myself on the edge.? I started milking at her, using every
muscle I had to bear down on her cock as it slammed into me.
I couldn't push harder, try harder, or squeeze harder.? I wasn't even
breathing, just letting that long moan turn into a louder and louder
noise, culminating in a primal yell as I came, bucking and writhing,
trying to get... something.? Not free, not away from the amazing
feelings.? Maybe through them, do a different place.? I didn't care, and
some how I found the strength to lift my ass up.? Cum spurted in a
torrent all over the pillow and my anus pulsed with each wave.?
She had stopped thrusting, and, buried deep within me, she gave a shriek
of her own as she came.? She clawed at me, pulling my hair and smacking
at me, until her breath was running out, too, and she just let her shriek
die down to a moan, holding onto my waist with both hands.
We were frozen like that for what could have been seconds, minutes or
hours.? I don't think either of us could tell.
I gave out first though, turning to the side as I collapsed.? She held on
and fell with me, keeping her cock inside me. We landed together, legs
intertwined, and the feeling was amazing.? It was like riding the biggest
wave in the world high onto a beach, and feeling the sexual tension drain
away like the receding water.
What we were left with afterward was a glowing feeling of satisfaction
and contentment.? I heard her breath return to her in a shudder, and
realized my breathing was ragged, too.
I was crying.? Me, the whore, crying after sex.? Candy must have heard
me, because she pulled out and pulled me onto my back, wrapping an arm
and a leg over me.? She started kissing my tears away, and I started
laughing.
I laughed at how silly my tears were, and how crazy this situation was.
She laughed with me, and we kissed, and held each other.
Now I have a submissive streak, but it doesn't run to humiliation and
pain.? Some guys I've been with, the more alpha-male types try to
continue to play games after we have sex.? I'm not into that; sucking the
cum out of the condom, or cleaning it off with my mouth.
One guy even wanted to piss on me afterwards.
Right.
I like my wardrobe, and nobody is going to piss on my clothes.?
There was none of that with Candy.? We both went to the bathroom to clean
up.? We washed each other, and she lent me a robe so I could take off my
dress and clean the cum and lube off.? She threw it in her dryer while we
finished.
She threw the condom and wrapper out of the window and then we both
changed the sheets.
Both of these were for the benefit of Pete, apparently.? He could smell
sex, and would notice something like a condom wrapper in the trash.?
I washed off the bottle and the lube shooter and put them in my purse,
along with the rest of my stuff that had been spread all over the bed and
on the floor.
She changed into pajamas, and we both settled on her vintage leather
couch while the dryer ran.
She had some wine, but I didn't think I could handle any, considering I
had to drive in a little bit.? There was no question of me staying there
the night.? Not that either of us would have had a problem with it, just
that it wasn't worth the risk.
I had got up to pee, and was still in the bathroom when I heard her phone
ring.? The sound was loud and discordant; it didn't feel right.
When I walked back in the room, she was waving one hand at me franticly,
cupping her hand over the receiver.? I froze, and she just held out her
hand, I guessed to indicate I shouldn't move.
I had guessed right.
"That was Pyotr; he'll be here in five minutes."
Her face was a mask of fear.?
She ran to the dryer and pulled out my dress.? I had already peeled out
of her robe and grabbed it from her and stepped into the damp dress.?
I almost fell over.? When I had reached out to steady myself on her
shoulder, she was gone.
"Oh God.? Please, oh no, oh please," her voice was running evidence of
her anxiety.
"Candy!" I said, stopping her.
"You have to calm down.? You look guilty, and I'm sure Pete will see
something is wrong if you don't just take a deep breath."?
I doubt my words alone calmed her; it was more likely her sense of self-
preservation.?
"Lock me out now, and do whatever it is you do when Pete shows up and you
aren't afraid for your life."
I was buttoning up the last button on my dress, standing on the landing,
when we both heard the lock down below rattle.?
Her eyes widened, and I just held my finger to my lips.?
I slipped off my shoes, and padded upstairs to the next landing.? As I
went, she closed the door as quietly as she could, and I could hear low
voices and footsteps on the stairs.
The landing was tiny, and there was no other stairs to go up.
I crouched down, and her door slid out of view.? I held my breath, and
heard the footsteps come closer and stop.? There was a soft knock, and I
heard a door click open.?
"Candy, glad you're still up. Make us some scrambled eggs?"
The voice had a vaguely Eastern European accent, and was surprisingly
high.? From the way she spoke about him, I would have thought Pete's
voice would have sounded like a flamethrower spitting out gravel.? More
of a tenor, really.
I heard her response, couldn't quite make it out, and then just footsteps
and the door clicking shut.
I probably should have waited for a bit, but as soon as the door shut I
peeked once, and seeing no one, hurried down the stairs.? As I passed the
door, I heard louder voices inside, but then laughter.? I ruined my
stockings on the stoop, and the walk to the corner nearly froze my feet,
but I waited to get there before I put my pumps back on.?
Only when I got halfway to my car did I realize my rabbit-fur jacket was
still on the floor of her foyer.? It was a cold walk, made colder still
by my thoughts of Candy explaining it to Pete.? She had my number;
hopefully she would let me know everything worked out.
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Hope you like it; I sure had fun writing it!
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