Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2001 11:34:36 EDT
From: Merkino1@aol.com
Subject: Black Mamba #2 TG/she-male

 My worry about giving my shorts to the waiter was short lived. When he
appeared at the table, I recognized him as the guy who was applying red lip
gloss in the ladies rest room earlier. He was now wearing a pink cutoff T
shirt, short shorts, a frilly apron and high heel sandals.
 We looked at each other knowingly and blushed. It appeared that we were both
sharing similar situations. After I had specified the drinks and a request
for the check, I timidly asked him to dispose of my underwear as Jennifer had
ordered. Raising his arched brows and smiling he brought the garment to his
nose and asked me seductively if he could keep them. Burning with
embarrassment I nodded my permission. Thanking me he turned and left.
Following him with my eyes, I saw that the back pockets and material around
his buns had been removed exposing his ass cheeks which jiggled wantonly as
he clicked away on his high heels.
  While this was taking place Jen had undone my levies and was now rubbing my
turgid cock through my lace panties. Digging her long finger nails painfully
into the underside of my member, Jennifer told me that it looked like I had
made my first conquest and that she was jealous. I immediately apologized and
assured her that it was not my fault and I wanted only to be with her,
although I was secretly pleased that I had that affect on the
waiter/waitress.
  "The girls name is Melanie, Jennifer explained, and she belongs to the
owner of this establishment. He likes to punish her by having her wait tables
when she misbehaves. Jen went on to say that she would have a talk with him
about his girl friends sluttish behavior. Sensing my unease Jen said, "You'll
be spending a lot of time here so get used to it. The after hours parties are
a real blast."
  What the hell kind of place is this? Melanie "belongs" to the owner? After
hours parties? What am I getting myself into? Or better yet, who will be
getting into me?
  In a short time Melanie minced back with the celebratory Champagne and the
check. After pouring the wine and with her back toward Jennifer she handed me
the check and silently mouthed the words "Call me." Along with the bill was a
scrap of paper that I assumed contained her phone number. As inconspicuous as
possible I nodded my head slightly depositing the note in my pocket while
digging for my money. As it turned out, it was her phone number, but you will
read about that later.
 We had finished the wine and were preparing to leave, when Jennifer handed
me a compact and the tube of lipstick and told me to repair my makeup. "Do it
here bitch. I want to watch you" she hissed. Yet another humiliating
situation. With trembling hands I repeated the ritual that I had done earlier
in the ladies room. Although embarrassed beyond belief, I was painfully hard
and straining against my panties. It finally dawned on me that I was actually
enjoying the humiliation and was so sexually charged that I would do anything
that she asked [or ordered] me to do. No matter how degrading.
  "You can keep the makeup Honey," Jen said. "I really must give you a
suitable purse for your personal belongings. It's so unlady like to carry
your stuff in pockets. Besides most skirts don't have pockets. You look so
cute in that shade of lipstick, I can't wait for you to massage my black meat
with those hot pink lips of yours."
  Following her through the bar towards the exit, mesmerized by her swaying
ass, I thought that we must be quite a site. The beautiful black amazon
trailed by her submissive, slightly built white sissy. As we left the booth
she had handed me her purse to carry, making me extremely self conscious of
my appearance.
  Finally we were outside in the blessed darkness. Because of the late hour
there were few people about which relived me of some of my anxiety. With her
long legs Jen set a brisk pace and we soon covered the two blocks to her
home.
  Once inside Jen pinned me to the wall, leaned down and began to cover my
face and neck with hot ardent kisses. Finally her soft wet lips covered mine
and parted them with her tongue. I heard myself moaning passionately as I
sucked greedily wishing that it was her cock. Breaking the French kiss
Jennifer stood back, grabbed the top of my shirt and ripped downward. As my
shirt parted she reached out and grasped my hard nipples in her taloned
fingers, pinching them painfully and forcing me whimpering to my knees.
Smiling down at me Jen released my tortured teats reached behind her and
unzipped her mini skirt letting it fall and puddle at her feet. Her pubis was
completely shaved or waxed except for a tiny patch of tight curls directly
above where her cock would have been if it wasn't tucked back towards her
ass. With her balls pressed upward into her body cavity, Jens genital area
looked amazingly like a cunt. Parting her ample thighs slowly, the object of
my desires gradually came into view.
  "Suck my cock, bitch," she growled in a husky voice.

To be continued........

Thanks to all who took the time to show their interest in my saga. I love
getting Fe-male and will try to answer all questions.........Vanessa