HOT PINK - Issue 1 (Winter 2013)

Behind the Eightball

A southern gay bar offers this transwoman more than just billiards

by Shayla, California Hello my friends, my name is Shayla. For those who don’t already know me, I’m an African-American male-to-female transwoman and a prostitute (most of the time) but a large part of my time is spent just being an all out sex maniac with a major attraction to being gangbanged. My every encounter is not a gangbang (unfortunately) but many of them are. I believe the greatest sex to have is with multiple partners at the same time. I think it is the height of eroticism to have a dick up my pussy (ass) while having one in my mouth simultaneously with as many guys as possible standing around with their dicks at attention waiting their turn or masturbating and drenching my face and 38 C-cup tits with their seed. I’m also a huge fan of cumbaths. I am completely all for lying on my back while any number of guys (the more the better) kneel or stand over me and shoot cum all over my body. I’m a great cock sucker and I love the taste of semen as it coats my tongue and rolls down my hungry throat, no question no doubt I’m a freak to the Nth power. And this story should help to illustrate that point...

On Peachtree Street in Atlanta sometime ago (by sometime ago, I mean 1998) there was a gay club called Bulldogs. Nothing spectacular, they only had a bar, a couple of pinball machines, a pool table, and a DJ. Every so often they would have these blackout tea dances. Most of the guys (if not all) would wear or hold glow sticks and around midnight all the light would go out. Well, one night I decided to go to one of the parties.

Bulldogs opens around five for happy hour so I figured I’d go early and be there when the party started at ten. I showered and put on a black mini-dress I had recently had made. It had spaghetti straps and a built-in demi-bra that could not hold my breasts in.

I had the cups made smaller so my nipples poked over the top of the cups. As always, it was so short I barely fit in it, and when I say barely I mean it was so short that when it was pulled all the way down as far as it would go, my ass cheeks still hung out the bottom, but hey, I’m a whore. I’m either wearing almost nothing or nothing at all. My shoes were little ankle booties with open toes, (eons before they were popular). The only things in my shoulder bag were my cigarettes, wet wipes, lube, and my wallet.

When I got to the club there were only a few people there, and I got a lot of stares, some admiring, some not. After buying a beer I went over to the pinball machine and started playing. Before long I had company. A very cute guy came and stood beside the machine to watch me play. “You’re pretty good,” he said. “Thank you,” I replied. “Mind if we play doubles,” he asked. “Not at all,” I answered. “What’s your name,” he asked, putting money in the machine for player number two. “Shayla,” I answered, “what’s yours?” “Jeremy,” he replied. “Nice to meet you, Jeremy.” “Nice to meet you too.” He beat me the first game. “Lucky man,” I said smiling. “It’s all in the flipper action,” he replied. “Really?” I said, “Show me.” “Okay,” he responded.

I was in 4 ½ inch heels and he was still taller. When he stepped in and put his body

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against mine I fit right into him. After one ball had been played, Jeremy wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Want another beer?” he asked.

His breath hot on my ear made my nipples hard and they instantly popped out over my bra cups, “Okay, just give me a second, I need to use the ladies room.”

At the time Bulldogs only had one unisex bathroom with two urinals and one toilet. I went in, pulled my thong and tucker down and sat down to pee. Just as I finished the stall door opened. I was stunned thinking I had locked it, but there stood Jeremy. Big and fine, with a hard cock bulging in his pants. “Let me help you with that,” I said unbuckling his belt then pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees. His cock was a pretty translucent kind of white and circumcised. My panties still down around my ankles, I put his dick in my mouth. “Oh yes,” he moaned, “that’s it, deep throat it.”

I sucked on him slow at first then sped up until in moments he was cumming and I was licking my lips, “Umm that was good” I said, “Now give a girl some privacy.”

After I got my tucker and panties back up I joined him back outside. “Do you shoot pool?” he asked. “Yes I do,” I said. “Good, let’s play.” The table was in the back, a dark little corner with a dim light over the table. Every time I bent over to shoot, my dress ended up around my waist. I got tired of pulling it down so I left it up around my waist like a t-shirt. It was too much for Jeremy. When I bent for one last shot he grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed hard. “Oooh Jeremy, that’s cheating,” I said. He just smiled.

There were a lot of guys that had found their way to the back corner. Hovering around watching us. When Jeremy grabbed my ass I jerked forward a little and my tits cam completely out. With perfect timing the DJ screamed, “Black out!” on the mic and all the lights went out. Jeremy was still holding me. “So what’s next,” I asked as he massaged my ass. “I wanna fuck you,” he said. “Right here?” I asked, my breath coming heavier and faster. “You got some place in mind?” He asked. “Right here is good” I said, “Give me a second.” I stood up and found my bag and gave him the bottle of wet lube, took off all of my clothes and stuffed them in my bag. “Okay” I said, bending over the table, my hand planted firmly on the table, “Do me,” I said, “Hurry up.” His dick slid in me slowly. “Yesss,” I hissed, “Oh yesss, just like that. Stroke it baby,” I urged him.

As he pushed into me, my tits bounced back and forth. “That’s it baby, keep it up there, baby, take that pussy” I moaned. “You like this dick” he said. “Yes daddy, I do,” Jeremy pulled his cock out to the head then all of the sudden...smack! “Ooooh shit,” I said. Jeremy was smacking me firmly on my ass every time he stroked into me, “Oh shit daddy” I said, “that’s right daddy, smack that ass, oh yeah get this pussy and smack that ass.”

The light over the table was dim but I could make out about ten maybe twenty guys watching and holding their dicks. “I’m cumming, bitch” he said grabbing my hair. “That’s right daddy, I’m your bitch, cum in your bitches pussy, come on give it to me,” I said to him. “Uhnnnn” he grunted pushing his dick into me hard holding it there while he came.

I clenched my muscles and drained all of it from his cock. When he was done his dick fell flaccid from my pussy. I collapsed on my stomach and tits over the table, a little tired.

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The music was blasting, the guys still standing there expectant. I wondered how many I could do, and before I knew it I was yelling over the music, “Next!” They came in a flood. I don’t know how long I was on or over that table, but I always had a cock in either my pussy or mouth and sometimes both. After the first round I counted fifteen guys. I couldn’t believe it. I had just fucked and sucked fifteen guys. My pussy was really, really sore. one of the guys got a Ziploc bag full of crushed ice wrapped in a bar towel and I held it between my cheeks for a while, but guys were still coming back to the corner. My poor pussy couldn’t take anymore right then. That was my first time doing that many guys. Up till then I had done only nine (now fifteen is nothing). In any case, I sucked as much cock and drank as much cum as I could before my mouth got tired. Then I lay on the table and let anyone who wanted to cum on my face, tits, and body. “You have a good time?” Jeremy asked as he cleaned me off with a wet bar towel. “Great time,” I said grabbing his cock through his pants. “Careful now,” he grinned. My pussy was still throbbing a little so I thought better of it. When I was finally dressed again, I leaned Jeremy back against the pool table and sucked his dick again before I left. At the door, the manager invited me back anytime. I think one day I’ll take him up on the invite and see if I can fuck and suck 25 to 30 guys or more.

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The Joys of Youth

Playing with a childhood friend is par for the course in this story.

by Ricky, Texas When I was much younger, I had a best friend named Cameron. Cam and I used to go everywhere together. We loved to go bowling or watch movies or play miniature golf.

Cameron played regular golf on his high school team and he played golf very well indeed. One evening we were playing miniature golf and I got an idea to break the ice between us. I told him that if he made a ‘hole in one,’ I would give him a blow job when we got to my house. Cam smiled shyly and agreed. Wouldn’t you know it! He sunk two ‘holes in one’! I was so excited about the events to come, that my cock was thick and my mouth was watering. I had wanted Cam for years, but didn’t know how he would react. Tonight I would find out for sure. He seemed just as excited as I was.

Cameron was blond with beautiful blue eyes. He had rosy cheeks and a very handsome face. My eyes were drawn this evening to his small yellow terrycloth gym shorts. His bulge looked delicious. I could see the imprint of his cock pushing against his shorts. I would tell his cock was long with fat balls.

I couldn’t wait to get my lips around his cock. On the way to my house, I reached over and laid my hand on his leg. I caressed his inner thigh with my fingers.

He spread his legs open wider. I tickled his balls with my thumb as I went up and down his legs. Cam was squirming in the car seat, and breathing heavily. I took my chance and cupped his balls with my hand and he moaned with pleasure. I slid my hand up and down his hard, bulging cock and was surprised when he grabbed my hand, opened the waistband of his shorts and shoved my hand inside. I wrapped my hand around his hot cock and stroked and rubbed it firmly and gently at the same time. Cam got so excited that I didn’t have time to pull his cock out from his shorts before he gasped for breath and shot loads of cum all over my hand and his shorts. He jerked and moaned and I slowly stroked his slippery cock until he caught his breath. Slowly, Cam’s cock went limp.

I pulled the car over into a motel parking lot. I pulled out a handkerchief to clean up Cam. He giggled the whole time. I wiped his pubes, balls and cock clean. He laughed, so I asked him what was so funny. He said, “You still owe me a blow job!”

I answered, “Yes I do; yes, I do!” We made it to my house since he was spending the night. We got down to our undies and hopped onto my waterbed. I put a porno tape into the VCR and hit the play button. It was a Playboy tape of girls rolling around naked. Cam liked girls (not me!). After a while, Cam was mesmerized by the naked women. I was bored. So I slid close to him and began caressing his belly.

Cam laughed, saying he was ticklish. I caressed his legs and he squirmed and laughed again. I said, “You are ticklish everywhere!” I put my hand on the bulge in his yellow gym shorts and said, “Are you ticklish here?” Cam said “No” and just relaxed,

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as I began rubbing his cock and balls through his shorts. His cock pulsated, pushing against the cloth as I massaged it. I lifted the waistband and pulled it down, freeing his beautiful manhood. It was curved downward and seemed to be seven or eight inches long. His plump balls were tight and yummy-looking. I had a debt to pay for those holes in one Cam shot. So I bent over and kissed his cock. It smelled nice.

Cam moaned as I kissed the head of his cock and slid it into my mouth. His hard cock was already oozing pre-cum that tasted so sweet. I shoved his gym shorts to his ankles and he kicked them off. As I slid my hands under his butt cheeks, pulling him closer to my face, I buried his cock down my throat. I found his butt hole and tickled it as I thrust my face up and down on the length of his hard shaft. Man, he was going nuts now! He was twisting and pushing his hips all around, getting pleasure from the front and from the rear, as I worked my magic on Cam. I pulled one hand up top and squeezed his balls ever so softly. I rolled them around in my hand, as the slobber from his cock and my mouth dripped down his nutsack. I could tell his dick was ready to explode, as it got really thick all of a sudden. His breaths were short and fast, with little squeals mixed in. I crammed my mouth over Cam’s cock and felt the warmth of his cum line my throat as he thrust his hips into my face, arching his back. I held his cock in my mouth, spasm after spasm.

Cam came and came. I sucked and sucked, up and down, up and down on his shaft. As Cam calmed down, I drank every last drop of his cum. I cuddled up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Cam said, “I’m going to practice my putting every day so I can hit a hole in one daily!”

P.S. on a sad note, Cameron died of leukemia at age 27.

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Bend in the Road

Chance encounters on a bus turn an ordinary ride upside-down

by Tsunami, Colorado I was catching a 10:45 pm bus out of San Francisco, where I lived at the time. I am a half Puerto-Rican/African-American MTF Trans. At this time, I had been on hormones for about 2 years, had several other surgical procedures, and lived full time en femme.

I had been on a 3-day party binge in S.F. that I was returning home from my outfit was consistent with what DQ’s, Tx, and sex workers of the time might wear in S.F. (i.e. 6” open toe stilts, fishnet hose, garter, a micro-mini, yes “micro,” we’re talking half ass cheeks exposed standing, full moon if I bend ova, a too small tube top that was prone to “wardrobe malfunctions,” no bra, back when I was a full size 34C; I’ve had several augmentations since). I also had a special modified thong that it allowed me to tuck my equipment but was completely crotchless at my fuck hole, so I could easily bend over, spread my cheeks, and get fucked without ever taking my clothes off. The party binge had pretty much left my blonde weave in disarray (think straight like Nikki Minaj), about shoulder length, double hoop earring, also to the shoulder, dark purple lipstick, with purple nails, fingers and toes. In other words, I had an absolute DQ-prostitute look.

The only thing authentic and possibly out of place, was my Gucci clutch. Inside it was all the necessities a “working girl” needed. Though I wasn’t actually “on duty.”

In most ways I pass easily, when I want by simply dressing like a Nidal (biologically female). But in S.F., back in the day, you never knew who was who; and flamboyant was the way of the day. Probably could not board a greyhound bus like this anywhere else in the country. In fact, there were a couple other queens in the bus station, equally dressed. But on the bus, I stuck out. I selected a set of empty seats about midway back. Across the aisle, were 2 young guys, literally carbon copies of each other, but one was obviously older, yet still young. They were white, dark hair, green eyes, slim built, like miniature Greek Gods or young Dean Martins, with their wavy hair. I flirted with my eyes and lips, exaggerated a bend over on purpose (you never know who might be “interested” if you make it obvious). Got no real response, so I curled up on both seats to get much needed sleep, feet in the aisle seat.

I kept getting woken up by what I thought was something tickling my feet and then became sure something was, so I feigned going back to sleep. When I felt it again I sprung up real quick and caught the older of the 2 young Greeks, who was in their aisle seat, pulling a string over my toes. When I caught him, we both laughed. He asked if he could come over and talk to me, and I sat up while he came over to my aisle seat. We introduced ourselves, and he and his lil’ bro were on their way back home to San Clemente.

Lil’ bro was sound asleep over against the window in their seats. He asked me if I was a DQ or a “real girl” and I set out to explain to him that as a pre-op Tx I was kinda in between the two. He had questions and was very attentive to my crash course of MTF transitioning. He was clearly infatuated by my ample cleavage (which now had part

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of the areola sticking out the tops) and how I had “real” titties, that were “really” big.

It was deafly quiet on the bus, only the hum of the A.C. and the bus engine, pitch black too, with the occasional passive street lights as we sped along the highway. Seemingly everyone was asleep. I pulled my tube top down and let my girls spring free. I asked him if he’d like to touch them to see how real they were. He wasted no time getting his grope on. My collagen injected enhanced nipples responded immediately. He leaned over indicating he wanted to kiss. This turned me on for a lot of reasons. In addition to him being young and fine, I luv to kiss anyway. Plus it was appealing to my inner-slut to know I had actually sucked off the cabbie that took me to the bus station and another guy I didn’t even know behind a luggage rack in the bus station (a “customer” that one was). And I hadn’t brushed my teeth, just popped a breath mint out of my purse. I let him lead the kiss, till I felt him putting his tongue into my mouth, then I took over. I used my tongue to sword fight with his, and touch everything in his mouth, sucked on his tongue and everything.

Loved his probing hands on my titties. Decided to do a little probing myself, reached down and played with his dick through his jeans, that already had a tent pitched. When we paused from the kiss, I decided a revelation was in order.

So I told him, “look, sometimes I’m a working girl” and he asked me if I was gonna charge him for it, and I said “fuck no” but I wanted him to know I was far from virginal, and shifted from slut to whore, routinely in fact.

I showed him that one of my tattoos said “100% slut” with a dripping dick depicted under it. He got a laugh and said “I love fucking sluts.” He started sucking my titties, while I fidgeted and got his fly open to reveal a beautiful, stiff, swollen, thick 7 1/2, uncut cock, with a drop of pre-cum already oozing out the tip. I swear I wanted to bend down and drink that drop right then and there. My titties began to do what they do, and secreted into his mouth. He pulled back surprised and asked “you’ve got milk in those damn things!” and I told him one of the hormones I take is called prolacfin, which causes me to lactate, which a lot of my customers and all lovers enjoy it. He went right back to work rotating back and forth, then he pushed them together, and enjoyed a double stream of milk simultaneously. I told him I’m thirsty too, so we shifted into a position that got his parts down and briefs to the ankles, so I could work that cock like I wanted to, and his balls, and you can best believe I worked them a full licking first, with light chewing and pulling on the foreskin, before I pulled the skin back, and took the purple mushroom into my mouth. Slowly taking in more and more,

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holding my gag reflexes, till I got clear to the base, then I came off it suddenly and went for his balls that I had been massaging anyways, sucked one of the hairy boys in my mouth, drove him “nuts” literally, then both in my mouth, driving him even more nuts. I wet my finger and slid it up under him. He rose to accommodate me (stand back guurls, I’m going in!) Oh yes, I did. I slid my index finger up his ass (1 ½ inch real nails too) at the same time, I took his dick back into my mouth. In no time, he was grinding on my finger, locked his hand on the back of my head, and semi fucked my mouth.

His precum was wonderfully delicious. And he began to whisper dirty talk to me “suck it you slut, you know you want it you hungry bitch.” By now his other hand had raised my skirt and was rubbing my ass. He wanted to move my thong. I reached back my hand, and guided his to the hole in my thong so he would see he could finger my fuck hole without removing my thong. He went in...two fingers full he did. The young boy had mad skillz, I wanted to be fucked now, before he shot off in my mouth, and I stopped sucking and told him so. So we shifted again, this time, I reclined one of the seats, I lay on it face down, 3 quarters way, ass up, with him leaned over me. Damn if it didn’t work. I keep a tube of Vaseline in my purse, which I presented him with. He lubed himself, lubed and fingered me a little, lined up, and penetrated, now in the fuck department, his youth showed in two ways. First, it was no real technique, just raw pump fucking, and 2nd, he didn’t last very long, about three full clock minutes. But... he did whisper nasty talk into my ear, and he did shoot a large volume, which I used my ass muscles to milk out and up in me deep. As we got back to our seats to fix ourselves, we looked across the aisle and there was his lil bro, now over in the aisle seat on his side, with his cock out, watching us and jacking off. He looked me straight in the eyes and said “I want some too” to which me and his bro laughed, trying to keep our voices down. But big bro leaned to my ear and said “go ahead, give the youngster a ride.” Oh what the hell, I was still horny anyway, so I get up, cross the aisle while he slid over to the window. I could get a much better look at his cock now. Not quite as long as his bro, maybe like a little over 6” but really thick, looked like he’d been jacking off a lot. Uncut just like his big bro. I was drawn to that thing like a moth to a flame. I helped him get his pants down to his ankles, and commenced sucking his dick, and oh yes, fingering him as well. Unlike big bro, I could tell that finger up his ass was all new to him. He didn’t grind on it and get into it like his bro. In any other situation with more space, I would have ate his ass and tried to fuck him. I get so turned on by ass cherry prospects.

Anyway, after feasting on his cock, balls, and precum, I was ready to get fucked and told him so. We switched into the same seat reclined position that his bro had fucked me on.

I didn’t lube him. Didn’t need it after that good fucking his bro gave me. Besides, my purse with the Vaseline was still on the other seats. I got that good pain/pleasure sting you get when someone penetrates you with no lube. Luv it. Besides, he was nowhere near the size dick I was used to. He rammed in with consistent selfish abandon, then he reached around and grabbed my big titties for handle bars, squeezed and pulled on my Playtex and nurses, much to my delight. At mid pump, his big bro leaned over to our seats and whispered to him, “how is it?” The youngster replied, “wet. the next time, I’m going first” to which we all giggled. Unfortunately like his bro, he was a quick shooter,

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and in no time, he was busting off his load, deep inside my well-fucked, wet hole, four spurts. He stayed up inside me, breathing hard in my ear and telling me how good my slut pussy was, til he got soft and small and slipped out. After a few moments of fixing our clothes and getting situated, I said I needed to go to the bathroom to clean myself up.

When I got up, I was a little surprised to see that just two rows back, there was an older, bald headed guy, half standing and peaking over the seats! He had obviously been able to see at least some of what we were doing. I tried not to meet his gaze as I walked by, but he touched my arm was I was passing and whispered that he’d like to talk to me.

As I turned to reply, I could see he had his dick out with his other hand and was long stroking it. And honey was it long, almost as long as mine, nearly 9”. Unlike the young boys, this was a grown man, cut, mushroom head, veins like ropes wrapped around it, very thick too. I was mesmerized. He asked if I was a workin’ girl. It took me a minute to reply I was so busy staring at the dick. But I told him, “always.” He said he had “40” for a dash of head and some “pussy” and I told him I was a DQ. Easier to explain than saying trans, etc. He said he thought I might be. And reached out and cupped a titty, asking me “But these are implants, right?” I said, “No, hormones” to which he said “Great.” I told him I needed to clean myself up first and he kinda tugged me into his seat saying I was fine, so I told him, well let me get in my purse here, I have rubbers, to which he said, “I want you soiled.” Oh, ok, I thought, one of those types. No foreplay with this one. We hurried up, got into the same seat recline position, dropped his pants to his ankles, fingered me a lil, told me “you’re full of cum, whore” licked his fingers, and told me “and you’re about to get even more full you cheap slut.” He entered fuck hole with force. The size of him also gave me a sting of pain/pleasure, but it lasted much longer cuz he was much bigger. His fuck lasted longer too. Way more experienced, this one, even his dirty talk was more expert touched, letting me know how good my cum filled ass was to him all the way. Because this was sloppy thirds, my “pussy” was making a smack-squish noise with every thrust till he finally sent his hot jizz spewing up my poop chute to join the sperm party already taking place there. When I finally did get to the bathroom, I untucked, sat on the toilet, and sucked my own cock, while expelling all the cum from me, till I came in my own mouth.

Never saw old baldy again, but the youngsters would visit me often in San Bernadino. . . and often brought friends. One day, I’ll tell you about some of it...

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Centerfold

Art by KC, Massachusetts

What She Does Is...

She starts out slow, gentle, barely even touching Then she undresses me, until I am wearing nothing

by Nikkilyn, Ohio

She gets a look in her eyes like she wants to devour me Like there is more that she wants, and can’t wait to see She makes me feel so beautiful and comfortable in my own skin And then I can’t wait for all the love and pleasure that’s about to begin She is still being soft with me, making me wait in anticipation Making me flinch and jerk at every tiny sensation Her kiss is like no other’s, and it is one to be admired Our tongues flicker and tickle at one another’s, and flame our strong desire What She Does Is...So good...Let me tell you…

She takes her time sucking on my breasts, giving me the most breath taking tease Then she looks up at me, like she knows for a fact that I am well pleased

She opens my legs as far as they will spread She likes to be in control while she is giving me head My legs start to jump, tremble, and shake I want her inside my pussy, because it is starting to ache I grab her fingers to let her know what I want her to do She places her hand, and gives me my favorite two Somehow, she automatically knows what spot to hit She does it rough and aggressive leaving me no choice but to submit I beg her to please do it harder, and faster She of course complies doing it just I asked her I am in ecstasy and all I can say is “Shawn” She keeps going as she know my climax is coming on My eyes closed so tight, my make-up has to be smeared I’m coming so good, I’m almost on the verge of tears

Down my stomach she goes, to give me what I’ve been waiting for I thrust up against her, and smile at what she has in store

Her hand is soaked from giving me what I was craving I am so drained you see,

She tells me how wet I am, and how much it turns her on The she licks it, and rubs her face in it all while staying where she belongs

What she does is...simply amazing!

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Dark Chocolate Cream Two youngins going buck wild

by Ms. Juicy, Pennsylvania I was sitting up in my room and in walked this Dark Chocolate Brother by the name Dee, looking at me with lust in his eyes. I went out and he left a letter stating Don’t get mad at me, I did nothing wrong...I like you and we’re the same. He’s Bisexual. Next thing I knew we’re kicking it. He liked my booty and playing with it with his hands. We tongue kissed then his erection showed and I started playing with it and licking the head with my tongue sending shocks through his body. Then I moved up and down nice and slow around his 9 inches of thick dark chocolate meat waiting for that cream to come down my throat then continued to deep throat letting the milk hit my throat. Every Drop tasted sweet like a candy cane when we stopped making love well when my mouth stopped making love to his dick, he took control exploring my body with his tongue until he reached my booty eating it inside out then he strapped up putting lube over the condom sucking this booty like a girl pussy had me screaming his name saying yes right there hit me hard baby hit me hard don’t stop. After going on non stop me sucking and eating his cum him sucking me hard and eating my booty we relaxed then went to take a shower then we got buck wild in the shower we started kissing I put my hands on his dick and started jerking it while he put his hand on my ASS finger fucking me licking his fingers then I got on my knees like a slut and started eating up his dick with my sexy thick lips he’s 28 and I’m 26 two youngins going buck wild in the shower then he exploded down my throat and helped me up and started kissing my neck all the way down to my booty. Tongue sucking my body then he put baby oil all over us making it slippery fucking my brains out non stop caressing my booty Like no other.

Dark Chocolate Cream is my baby daddy nickname and he knows what he’s doing like a pro porno star can’t live with out some Dark Chocolate Cream...darker the berry sweeter the Juicy Juice.

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My Secret Fantasy

A daydream of tender and hard lovin’

by Jasmine, California Soft and sweet tender kisses…Then I’ll lay you down and start licking you and kissing you all over your body stopping to suck on your nipples then, I will take your nipples and suck on them until they’re hard. Then I will slowly lick you all the way down till I find the hardness of your dick. It’s throbbing and leaking pre-cum I lick it lightly, then I take you deep down in my throat I hear you moan for me not to stop.

But I do stop only to get on my knees on the end of the bed in doggy style I feel you rub up and down between my ass I know you can have me moaning I’m so wet and you notice my wetness as you go down to eat me I feel your tongue penetrate my asshole and it feels so damn good. You begin fingering my ass I contract my muscles around your finger, then I feel your fat cock head pressing against my asshole you slow slide in me and I’m suddenly shaking from the sensations and you begin pushing deeper until I feel you all the way in me “ooh Baby fuck me nice and hard” I feel you pumping in me with long deep strokes I am stroking my dick while you fuck me I can feel myself about to cum, but I don’t want to cum and I don’t want you to cum either so I get up and lay down on my back I pull my legs back behind my head I want you to pound me hard and deep. I enjoy your dick as it pounds deep inside me.

“Fuck this ass, Baby. Give it to me,” I feel all your dick deep inside this hot tight ass. You moan that you’re about to cum and I contract my muscles feeling you spewing your cum deep inside I contract to get all your cum in me and it feels so good I drift off into a deep sleep...

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A Perfect Gentleman

Who said a gentleman had to be gentle?

by Steph, California Steph: 5’9”, 155lb, White, Blue Eyes, Brown hair down to my fat ass, Tan complexion, Big lips, 36 D, saline implants that turn everyone’s head everywhere I go.

Slim waist, perfect ass and fully engaged 9 ¼ inch. I look very much like Christina Aguilera. In all the jails and prisons I’ve been through, I always cause extreme chaos and most of the time end up in a cell alone. Here is one of my past encounters...

I am fighting my fraud case in the county jail and am brought to a holding cell at 4am on the day of my court. I am lying on a metal bench by myself in a concrete cell with a solid door (queens are all placed in a protective custody section of the jail). At that moment, alarms go off and I hear screaming and yelling outside the cell. A riot between inmates is in progress. Cops are screaming and block guns go off for 10 to 15 minutes. All of a sudden, my cell door opens and two officers push a big, Mexican, bald headed cholo in my cell. He has blood all over and pepper spray in his eyes. They throw him in and slam the door shut behind them. I am in the corner next to the door in the shadows...they hadn’t realized I was in the cell.

The man in my cell gets up and goes to the sink to wash. Terrified, I start pounding on the cell door and yelling, but no one hears with all the commotion outside. The guy turns as he uses his shirt to clean up and when his vision comes back he looks at me. “Calm down, I’m not going to do anything.” He continues to clean off and I feel a bit better.

Then he asks me to please hold the button so the water stays on. I hesitate but I do it. He is huge and cut up and very muscular with a six-pack. I look as he cleans off completely.

He begins to take off his pants and boxers because the pepper spray had run down his stomach and is burning his balls. He is shaven and has a huge, fat cock. He keeps stealing glances at me. My cleavage is sticking out. He begins to get hard. I grab his t-shirt and begin washing his dick off for him, stroking it. Finally, I get down and take it in my mouth burying it full tilt down my throat.

He raises my head and begins to fuck my mouth, fast and hard. He buries it again each time he pulls it out. After a couple minutes, he pulls it out and lets my head go. My eyes water as I look up at him. He reaches down and pulls me up gently. He takes off my shirt and begins playing with my tits. Then he looks at my face and asks, “Can I fuck you?” I spin around and pull my pants and panties down.

I grab the sink as my beautiful smooth heart shaped ass stares him in the face.

I use saliva to lubricate myself and feel him guide his huge brown cock in my ass. He slowly rocks back and forth. Pushing in more and more each time. After he pushes it all in he moans with delight. He is in Heaven. He reaches for my huge tits hanging there and begins to fuck my brains out. Fast and hard, with his hands squeezing and holding on for leverage. I am

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so excited, I get hard and I begin to stroke myself. He notices and pushes my hand away to do the pumping for me. He has my great cock in one hand and my 36D tit in the other.

I hold on for dear life.

I feel him push faster and I know he is almost ready to cum. He asks to cum on my tits and I agree, flipping on my back. He straddles me on the bench and puts that huge cock between my tits and begins pushing again. I stroke myself in rhythm. He moans and pushes harder and faster then pulls up and starts jacking off above my tits. He explodes all over my tits and face.

As he milks it out, he notices I am still pumping myself. He flips around and lowers his dick in my mouth so I could finish cleaning him out as he grabs my dick and pumps it for me. I cum in the air hard and he keeps pumping it until I am clean. He gets up and walks to the sink. He gets his t-shirt clean and wet then begins to clean my face and tits off before cleaning himself. Then we get dressed and talk for an hour about our lives.

Later, the officers come to get me for court and are surprised to find us both in the cell. They ask if I am okay or if he had hurt me. I reply, “No, I’m fine...he was a perfect gentlemen.”

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A Pastoral Appointment

After a truck stop mission, this priest can’t come clean

by Jason, Massachusetts He maneuvers perfectly between the white lines and into the parking space. He slides the stick into first gear, wraps his strong hand around the emergency brake and jerks it up to keep the car in place. Looking down the row of parking spaces he notices three, four, maybe as many as six other cars and one eighteen-wheeler utilizing the rest area for its designed purpose, a break from the tedious monotony of the Mass Pike. He takes a moment to plan his approach, realizing that he only has about an hour before his next pastoral visit. He tugs on the white plastic of his clerical collar and places it in the glove compartment while simultaneously unbuttoning the top of his charcoal button up. He notes appreciatively the fine thread work of the nuns who mass-produce the shirts to raise funds for their mission in Haiti.

The priest grasps the door handle and steps out of his Parish-owned 2007 Ford Focus. On a regular day he might sit on one of the picnic tables behind the concrete restroom building while cruising the assortment of men who are passing through. Being the middle of the day on a Thursday it is clear that other than the woman napping in her car with a screaming child in the back seat, all the other men are seeking the same kind of rest and relaxation. Today is not a regular day though. His free time is limited and his cock is already impatiently poking at his Fruit-of-the-Loom boxer-briefs. He takes a moment to pray for the napping woman and her screaming child, crosses himself, then strolls deliberately over to the eighteen-wheeler.

The priest curls the fingers of his right hand into a fist and knocks on the door of the fire-engine red Mack truck cab. The driver rolls the window down and peers down at his unsolicited, but appreciated, guest. The trucker recognizes the handsome visitor as notably younger than other men who find themselves knocking at the trucker’s door. He appreciates the man’s thick head of strikingly black hair. The visitor’s knocking fist accentuates his forearm muscles. His short-sleeve shirt stops just after his bicep, the sleeve pinching at the skin. The trucker nods his head, rolls up the window, and pushes the door open to help his guest into the cab.

The priest clasps his hand around the truckers to pull himself into the cab. There is no need for talking. He delivered a homily earlier in the morning and really has nothing left to say. The priest directs his attention to the flesh of the balding, white, flannel-shirtwearing bearded man whose truck he just entered. The priest’s expert knowledge of Mack truck cabs comes in handy as he casually lifts the lever on the side of the driver’s seat, leaning the bench back. He remembers back to the long overnight rides in the cab as his father, not the Holy Father, drove routes all over the country with trailers full of food and the occasional hitchhiker--anything for a few extra bucks. The trucker smiles at his visitor’s skill and realizes that his flannel shirt has already been unbuttoned and

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his visitor’s hands are lifting his ratty white tank top up to expose his furry, round belly.

The priest’s hunger for flesh far exceeds the wafer he consumed earlier. As his hands slide up the trucker’s thick belly he uses his teeth to go at the button of the trucker’s blue jeans. With the button open and the zipper between his teeth the priest can smell the delicious musky man scents coming from between the trucker’s legs. The priest’s right thumb and index finger finds one of the trucker’s nipples. They are nearly the size of half dollars and the priest is happy to notice that they are mighty sensitive too. While the trucker’s nipples harden under the teasing of the priest’s fingers the priest squeezes the tips. Muffled moans come from the trucker’s half open mouth. The trucker’s tighty whiteys are frayed along the elastic band, matching the raggedy tank top that the priest had now gotten over his head. The priest uses the force of his arms to get the jeans around the trucker’s ass and down around his feet. The trucker is now lying nearly flat with his arms folded behind his head, his eyes peering down at his visitor and his cock dripping with the beginnings of his pre cum adding to the sweat stains in the briefs his wife had bought him.

The priest buries his face in the smells coming from the trucker’s crotch. He licks the trucker’s hard cock through the damp fabric. Using the skill of his teeth again, he takes down the trucker’s tighty whiteys to expose a beautifully shaped pulsing cock surrounded by a fierce bush of hair. The trucker’s cock is cut and the head is rounded as it reaches out from the thick shaft and extends out to a perfect point. The priest knew it would fit well. The priest’s tongue attacks the precum dripping from the hole of the trucker’s cock, wanting to taste every last bit the trucker had to offer. The priest wraps his hand around the trucker’s cock and slides the thick, veined cock past his lips and down into his throat, remembering his favorite words from the Eucharist, “take this and eat, do this in remembrance of me.” The trucker’s cock throbs in the warm mouth of his visitor. The priest uses every muscle in his neck to thrust his head just right and works his tongue perfectly around the trucker’s cock to maximize the pressure in his mouth. The priest liked to think that his mouth could tighten around a cock and work it as if it had the power of a tight asshole. Saliva pours from his mouth to keep the trucker’s willing cock slick while simultaneously stroking and sucking the shaft. The priest’s free hand finds the trucker’s enormous, low hanging, hairy balls, where the pleasing musky scent seemed to originate. The moist sweat of the trucker’s balls enhances the priest’s ability to massage them in his hand. The trucker has been nearly silent, other than the moans of pleasure, but as the priest massaged his balls he wants more. “Harder!” he yells. The priest loves being told what to do and wants to make the trucker’s naked body squirm on the sweat and saliva drenched bench. Grabbing the trucker’s balls between his hands, he squeezes – hard. He loved how the large balls busted outside the confines of his fist as he squeezed them. The trucker moans louder than before and his cock is dripping with precum again.

The priest realizes that his shirt is still buttoned. Wanting his skin to rub against the trucker’s, he quickly calculates how many shirts he had in his trunk and then tears off his shirt (fortunately, St. Luke’s Parish takes pride in purchasing clerical clothing that benefits the poor children of Haiti). The trucker is alarmed yet aroused as

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plastic buttons from his visitor’s shirt dart through the cab and ping a brief percussion of sound as they hit steel. The priest begins rubbing his naked chest against the trucker’s cock while his tongue tastes the sides of the trucker’s furry belly. The precum is now all over the priest’s torso as he works his mouth up from the trucker’s belly to his chest, neck, and finally hovers over the trucker’s untrimmed salt and pepper beard. The trucker grins at his visitor’s neatly kept face and surprisingly sculpted body. The priest’s seminary had been on a farm, and his body’s muscles responded well to the required manual labor. The trucker’s hands work their way from behind his head and to the belt of his visitor. He fumbles with the buckle before he is able to slide it out and wrap the belt halfway around one hand. The priest reaches down, undoing his own button and pulling down his fly but the trucker swats his hands away with a knowing grin and raised eyebrows. The trucker then uses his own thick hands to slide his visitor’s pants and tight black boxer briefs off. The trucker is in control.

Before he knows it, the priest goes from being on the floor in front of the trucker to having his sweaty chest and stomach pushed against the back of the reclined bench.

Partially on his knees, the priest kneels, his hard, dripping, uncut cock dangling over the bench. The trucker semistraddles the priest with his cock just under his visitor’s begging ass. Before taking full control of the priest’s ass, the trucker leans forward and wraps the belt he had taken around his visitor’s wrists, attaching him to the back of the cab. He looks into the priest’s beautifully dark, soulful, nearly black eyes to be sure this was okay.

The priest gives a knowing grin and a slight nod as he pushes his firm rounded ass back against the trucker’s belly. The trucker grabs his own cock and slaps it against his visitor’s ass. As his flesh connects with the priest’s he could hear him moan quietly. He teases the priest’s hole with one sweat-covered index finger. He pushes the thick finger in his visitor’s ass. The priest, knowing he could take more, pushes his ass down hard on the trucker’s hand, swallowing the thick finger inside him. He wants more. The trucker rubs his middle finger under the priest, making it slick with ball sweat, and slides it up to the priest’s hole, teases again before getting it all in with one swift movement. Every muscle in the priest’s back tenses up, highlighting the v-shape of his back. His cock bounces with excitement and he takes in a breath so loudly the sound echoes in the cab. The trucker uses his left hand to grab onto his visitor’s ass, squeezing just enough to leave hand marks. He lifts his arm up and back before slapping it down on the priest’s ass. “You like that,” he says, a statement rather than a question. The priest bites down on his lower lip, feeling his soft

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flesh between his teeth, breathing hard. He just wants the trucker to hit him again.

The trucker finds a condom on the bench right next to him; he knew someone might be joining him in the cab that day. He dangles the package in the priest’s face. The priest grabs the one edge in his teeth and the trucker tears it open. He slowly slides his fingers out of his visitor’s hole; it’s wet and ready for the trucker’s cock. Before the trucker puts the condom on, he slides the head of his cock all around the priest’s hole. The trucker knows he’s not supposed to, the safer sex police would frown upon him, but the priest pushes back against his cock and it slides right in, skin-to-skin. The priest, with his hands still bound to the back of the cab, knows he’s not supposed to have a raw cock in his ass, but really, which rules should he start following at this point?

The trucker slams into this visitor, his balls bouncing hard against the priest’s ass. He slides in and out of the priest a few times, the condom still in his hand. He pulls out, pauses, thinks about the agreement he has with his wife for a second, places the latex on the head of his cock and rolls it down to the base at his thick bush of black pubic hair. He grabs the priest’s ass with both hands, spreads the tightly clenched ass cheeks apart, spits on the priest’s open hole then pushes his cock in. He goes in just a little bit at first. He loves the feeling of his cock head going right past the first tightness of his visitor’s hole. He slides the head of his cock in and out nearly a dozen times, the tip of the condom filling with precum, before he slams against the priest. Each time the trucker pushes into his visitor’s hole, the priest can feel his own cock growing. It is getting so swollen it is beginning to hurt. As if reading the priest’s mind, the trucker reaches under him, grabs the swelling cock and begins to stroke it. The trucker fucks the priest hard, his belly bouncing off the top of his visitor’s ass. Meanwhile the priest keeps using all the strength in his knees to push harder onto the trucker’s body, taking every bit he can.

The trucker won’t last much longer. Even with the condom, he is incredibly sensitive and the priest seems to have the incredible power of tightening and loosening his ass just right, getting all of the most sensitive parts of the trucker’s cock over and over again.

Keeping his hand on the priest’s cock, the trucker pulls his cock out, yanks off the condom, and begins to finish himself off. “Cum all over me,” the priest says, his only real words thus far. The priest can feel his balls swelling, his insides tensing up, knowing he was about to cum, too. The trucker jerks his cock hard, shooting a hot stream of cum all the way across the priest’s back and into the dips of his muscles. The trucker keeps stroking the priest’s cock and, with his own cock still dripping, leans against the priest’s back to get a better angle. He wraps his hand around the priest’s cock to maneuver the tight foreskin up and down. After just a few more strokes the trucker feels his visitor’s hard cock begin pulsing as a muffled moan comes from his tight lips. The priest can feel his balls tightening and holds his breath as he lets the trucker tug on his cock one more time to make his cum burst out, hot and wet all over the bench of the trucker’s cab.

The trucker smiles down at his visitor, appreciating his good work. He reaches across his visitor’s back to undo the belt. As the priest’s hands are freed he falls down flat on the reclined bench, soaking his torso in his own semen. Rolling over on his back he looks up at the trucker and gives a gentle smile, not unlike the smile he gives to the church ladies who compliment his homilies each Sunday. The trucker winks and even though they’re

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both still naked he lifts the handle on the door and hands his visitor the boxer-briefs, pants, and ruined shirt that were next to him. The priest sits up, his abs sore from all the tightening they did as he was getting fucked. He slides into his boxer-briefs and steps out of the door, slipping into his pants as his legs reached the ground. The trucker, with his bare ass on the bench of the cab, pulls the door shut as he plans his nap before the next long drive.

The priest walks back to his car with his now buttonless shirt open, his chest exposed to the brightness of the day. He opens his trunk and finds a new clerical shirt, still wrapped in plastic, tucked neatly in a box. He takes off his ruined shirt and wipes the cum off his body, both the truckers cum and his own. He lifts the shirt to his nose to get a smell of it all before he throws it in the trunk. Knowing that he still smells like cum, he tears open the wrapping of the new shirt, takes the white plastic collar out, and slides the shirt on his still sweaty body. He buttons up as he walks to the driver side door and slides into the car. He looks at his hair in the rear view mirror, pulls out his address book with the address of his next pastoral appointment, and slips his key into the ignition. He pulls out of the rest stop, where there are even fewer cars now, and hums quietly to himself as he picks up speed entering onto the highway.

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