When I walked into the bar, I didn’t notice her at first. I sat in a booth in a dark corner and ordered a drink from the waitress.
The waitress returned with my drink, and when I went to pay her for it, she said it had already been taken care of by the blonde at the end of the bar. I looked, and there was Sandy, sitting on a stool at the end of the bar. God, she was gorgeous! Wearing a white blouse, short black skirt, and black fishnet stockings, she sat with her legs crossed, and I could see far up her skirt. She was, without a doubt, the best looking woman in the place.
Sandy smiled at me, and, as she walked over to my table, I couldn’t help but notice her nipples, erect against the soft white silk of her low cut blouse, and the slow swaying of her breasts. She stood in front of me and asked if she could sit with me. “Sure”, I said, and she slid into the booth with me.
She told me that she was a receptionist in the hotel, and that she had just gotten off work a few minutes before. She said I looked like the kind of man she’d like to spend some time with, as she traced patterns on the inside of my thigh with her long nails. As she stroked my leg, her firm, warm breast pressed against my arm with urgency.
Sandy looked me in the eyes, and said she had a room upstairs and she’d like to take me there. She stood, took me by the hand, and led me out of the bar to the elevator. Arm in arm, the warmth of her body and the scent of her perfume were really getting to me! My cock was straining against the front of my pants, my balls tight and full.
After we got into the elevator, our arms went around each other, and we kissed a long, wet, deep kiss. Sandy’s tongue probed gently into my mouth and dueled with mine. Her mouth tasted of the strawberry daquiri she had been drinking earlier. We lingered over the kiss, and Sandy was nibbling and pulling on my lower lip and thrusting her hips against my hard tool when we arrived at her floor and the door opened. If that door hadn’t opened just then, we probably would have fucked right there in the elevator, but a hotel room service waiter entered the elevator, so we got out.
We walked down the hall to Sandy’s room, and she opened the door. I sat on the couch, and Sandy went to the bar to mix us some drinks. When she returned, we started kissing again. My hands traced the outline of her nipples through the thin silk of the blouse, and I could feel the lace of her flimsy bra. She leaned back, unbuttoned the blouse, arched her shoulders, and slid it off.
Her tits were clearly visible through the black lace of the bra, and overflowed the top. About 1/2 of the aureolea of her breasts was exposed. I cupped her breasts, and could feel their warmth and weight. She shivered when my thumbs began caressing her taught nipples, and her hand went to my crotch. Sandy firmly massaged my aching cock, and opened my zipper. She reached inside, and freed my aching penis.
Sandy asked me to lay back on the couch and I did. She took off her bra and leaned over me, brushing my eyes with her soft tits, and then unbuckled my pants and slid them and my briefs down over my legs. After she got my pants off, she straddled my chest with her lovely ass near my face, still clad in the black skirt and stockings.
She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, her lips gently sliding up and down the shaft. As she did this, her crotch gradually moved down to my face, heavy with perfume and musk. My eyes were closed, and I felt something smooth, warm, and wet sliding across my face and lips. I opened my eyes, and there, swinging slowly back and forth, was a big COCK!
At first I was a bit shocked, to say the least! I had heard stories of the “she-males” in San Francisco, but had never dreamed I would meet one, and that she would be such a beautiful woman! I was so overcome with passion from the actions of her mouth and tongue on my cock that I decided to just let it happen. I reached up and touched a cock other than my own for the first time. Funny, it felt much like mine, but was much warmer! I could see that Sandy had shaved her entire crotch, and her sack hung below her large dick.
She was uncircumsized, and the head of her cock was swelling up out of the foreskin, purple and moist. I brushed it back and forth across my lips and could taste the slightly salty taste of the drop of pre-cum hanging from the hole. It was delicious, and I found myself wanting more, so I slipped it into my mouth.
As we both suckled, our hips were undulating. I could feel her breasts pressed against my stomach. Sandy had the best of both worlds to offer me. Suddenly, she released me, stood up, and peeled her skirt off. “I want to have your cock up my hot asshole”, she murmured as she reached for the jar of love oil on the coffee table. She applied the love oil to her asshole, and her now hard cock swung back and forth as she approached me.
She got on her hands and knees on the couch and reached behind herself to guide my hot cock into that waiting cavern. Her ass was slippery with the scented love oil, and I held her hips as my cockhead slid past the gripping muscles of her hole. Sandy let out a contented sigh as the eight inches of my thick cock entered her.
I leaned forward and cradled her swaying breasts in my hands as I began slowly thrusting my turgid manhood back and forth, my balls slapping against Sandy’s as I buried it to the hilt. We continued our movements, and one of my hands moved down to encircle her rigid cock. I pulled the foreskin back and forth across her cockhead, and massaged the shaft and head with some of the love oil.
Sandy arched back, so her back was against my chest, both of us on our knees. She turned her head, and we were once again locked in our tongue dueling. I began to feel like I was going to cum, and could feel Sandy’s cock twitching in my hand.
The hot cum exploded from my balls and coursed up through my cock, headed for its new home in Sandy’s ass. At the same time, Sandy started to come. I cupped my hand over her cockhead as the thick white come began spurting out. As it did, I massaged it over her cockhead, shaft, and balls. She was so slippery, and so warm, and the weight of her cock and balls felt good in my hand.