Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 08:17:52 +0000 (GMT)
From: bi-guy mids <biguymids@yahoo.com>
Subject: TG - shemale at the airport

Layovers are a pain at the best of times but the prospect of five hours at the
airport was not a good one. My inbound flight had been delayed and I had missed
my connection, so there was nothing for it but to wait out the afternoon and
catch the next 'plane home to the wife and kids.
The only saving grace was my business class ticket, meaning that at least I
could loaf around in the executive lounge and not in the main concourses.
Something to read, plus snacks and a drink were the only silver lining to my
particular cloud that day.
After a tour of the shops (all expensive things I didn't need), I tracked down
the lounge and dumped my stuff. A coffee and a paper killed an hour but it
wasn't until I noticed the computer bays in the "Business Centre" that an idea
occurred to me. Why not pick up my emails?
The only booth free was at the end of a row of five and I was delighted to
discover that the internet access was free - not the usual credit-card-payment
machines. A chance to pick up some emails and drop in on my favourite chat-room.
I settled in, checked the mail and started to chat. Although I am married and
love sex with women, I also love to fantasise about cocks and sex with men, so
my favourite site is a gay one. Being stuck in an airport in the middle of
Europe, I was as frustrated as turned on, unable to do anything more than have
dirty conversations with guys in foreign countries and become increasingly
horny.
Then I saw her.
From the moment I caught sight of her tall figure, striding across the lounge,
with her long blonde hair, long legs and short skirt, I was as drawn to her as
every other man in the lounge.
Everyone looked. Even the women.
Especially the women. Perhaps they spotted something about this newcomer, that I
picked up on immediately. This exquisitely, yet sexily dressed, big-breasted,
leggy blonde with the long flowing locks was clearly not all she appeared to the
casual observer.
Perhaps it was her height - 6ft if she was an inch. Perhaps it was her well-
defined legs, slim yet muscular. Perhaps it was her strong-looking hands with
the long fingers. Perhaps it was all these things.
Whatever, of one thing I was sure. She had been born like me - a man!
Of one more thing I was equally certain. I had to speak to her. Horny as I was
from my cyber-sex session, I became even more aroused at the thought of her, now
sitting at a terminal just a few yards from me, one of my favourite fantasies
brought to wonderful flesh.
After about ten minutes hidden behind in her booth, she rose and left. I
followed immediately, trying to appear casual as I followed her out of the
Business Centre. I smiled to myself as I thought of the next fat Swiss
businessman to sit down at my terminal and the shock he'd have at being
confronted with a gay chatrom and some still-open gay porn pages!
As we entered the main portion of the lounge, I looked around for her. She was
not hard to spot, standing making herself a coffee at the snack bar. Desperate
to strike up a conversation, I decided to move over there myself.
She was making a small snack when I joined her. Nervous but incredibly turned on
by her mere presence, I had to make a move quickly, I felt, before she sat down.
That would make an approach far less casual.
Sounding remarkably calmer than I was, I made some innocuous remark about the
delays and weather. She smiled and replied, bemoaning her own delay.
Excellent! She spoke English, though her accent was Germanic or perhaps Swiss.
Perhaps it was her disarming smile but I felt immediately at ease and we chatted
for a moment or two as we finished making coffees.
"Would you like some company?" I asked, ready for a potential rebuff.
"Sure," she smiled, "that would break the boredom."
We moved to a quiet corner with our food and drinks.
Her smile was infectious and drew me in easily. We chatted for a while about
everything and nothing, passing time as easily as if we'd been old friends, not
recent acquaintances. Her name was Christal, she was on her way to visit friends
in Spain for a holiday (hence the short skirt and small t-shirt - getting in the
holiday mood early, I thought) but lived in Germany and worked for a small TV
production company.
I was totally captivated by her. Her eyes, her firm breasts, with the nipples
sticking through her t-shirt, her long, long legs, her warm personality, her
easy-going yet sexy manner, her smoky voice. I was having more and more trouble
concentrating on what was being said and at the same time hiding the rock-hard
cock in my trousers.
Soon, I realized she was looking at me slightly quizzically.
"Mike," I heard her say. "Are you alright?"
"Oh yes..." I stammered, caught off-guard, as I had been gazing at her legs and
hadn't heard a thing for a moment or two.
"Didn't you hear me?" She was surprised. No. Concerned.
"Umm..." I was almost in a daze. "Actually, No." I couldn't help myself now.
"I'm afraid I was just lost there. You're having the most distracting effect on
me."
She smiled.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she giggled, catching my gaze and tugging at the high hem of
her little skirt, as if to try to cover her legs. "Have I been showing too
much?"
"Not at all," I rushed to assure her."
"Oh good," she replied.
"Just the opposite, in fact."
Where had THAT come from???
"Mike," she reproached me in a mock scolding manner. "I can't believe you just
said that."
"I can't believe I just said that either," I replied. "But it's true. You're
just too beautiful not to see more of."
"Mike, that's very flattering but you don't really mean it," she said. Almost as
a question.
"Oh, yes I do, Christal," I assured her. "I mean that very much."
"But we're going in opposite directions in an hour," she said. "you have your
life to live and I have mine."
"I know," I said. "But we still have a hour."
"Mike, we hardly know anything about each other."
"Just that we like each other," I replied. "And I think a lot more than that
too!"
"In another place and time, Mike..." she trailed off.
"There is no other place or time, Christal," I leaned forward and grasped her
hand. "This is all we have." I looked deep into her eyes. "I think we should use
it."
"Mike," she drew back a little. "You really don't know anything about me."
"Christal," I leaned further towards her. "I think I know what you mean - and I
accept that. It doesn't change the way I feel about you."
"Are you certain, Mike?"
"Never more certain."
"So what do we do now?" she asked.
"Get out of here," I replied.
Without a further word, she rose, grabbed her bag and we headed for the door.
Once in the main concourse, I took her hand and we walked quickly away from the
lounge, close together, looking for somewhere to be alone.
Then I spotted it, a small staircase leading down to a lower level. It led to a
service corridor with several doors off it. I tried the first two but they were
locked. The third was not, and I dragged Christal inside.
Flicking on the light and locking the door behind us, I turned to find that we
had stumbled into someone's office. Except that, judging by the extra furniture
and boxes pile in there, it was now more of a handy storage dump than work
space.
I had time to see no more, as I grasped Christal and planted a kiss on her
luscious mouth.
For a moment, she did not respond, then I felt her press her mouth against mine
and within moments out tongues were tangling as we crushed ourselves together.
It was instant and total lustful passion. Two people dropped into each other's
path by fate, responding to a simple animal need. We grasped each other, panting
as we kissed harder and deeper, forcing our bodies together as we strove to join
as one.
Suddenly, as if she suddenly recognized what was happening, Christal drew away.
"Mike," she panted, breathless as I was. "I have to know that you are sure."
"I'm sure, Christal," I assured her. "Very sure."
"Mike," she started again. "You know that I... I'm... not like other women."
"I don't want other women, Christal," I affirmed. "I want you. Just you. Exactly
as you are."
She looked long and deep into my eyes, weighing up my response. "OK, Mike," she
breathed. "You and me. Just as we are. Here. Now. OK."
Then she kissed me. Long, slow langorous, deep and incredibly sexily, holding
the back of my neck in her strong hands and drawing me to her hot body like a
moth to a flame.
Her hands were all over me and mine all over her. She tugged my shirt open, as I
slid my hands up inside her t-shirt to find her rock-hard nipples, atop firm
pouting, bra-less breasts.
I ducked my head down to take one into my mouth and she groaned out loud,
forcing my head harder onto her breast, at the same time, tugging my shirt off
first one arm, then the other. She tossed it aside as I suckled on her tits and
reveled in the way it made her moan and squirm.
"Mike," she gasped, between breaths. "Take off your trousers."
I stood back and did as she asked, removing shoes, socks and trousers, all the
while watching her, her hands idly trailing over her erect nipples, as she
leaned back slightly against a desk.
"Mmmmm," she smiled, a hand reaching out to cup my rampant cock, straining in my
shorts, the cock-head poking slightly out of the waist-band. "That doesn't look
like it's doing you much good at all. Better take those off as well."
Again, I did as she had asked without a word.
Now I stood before her, naked, with the biggest erection I can remember having
waving crudely up between us.
"Very nice," she purred. "Very nice indeed, Mike. The gods certainly have been
kind today!"
I laughed with her, helplessly under her spell.
"Now my turn, I think," she smiled. "Would you do the honours?" she asked,
raising her arms above her head.
I pulled her thin white t-shirt all the way up her arms, stretching to do so, as
she was only an inch or so shorter than me. I reveled in the full view of her
pert breasts, with their bullet nipples, springing back into view and, as I
tossed her t-shirt aside, bent again to my task of worshiping them.
Once more, she pushed my mouth harder against her breasts, encouraging me to
keep pleasuring her with my tongue and teeth, a task I was only too happy to
perform.
My hands slid down her slender back, past her narrow waist and stopped at the
waistband of her small leather miniskirt. I fumbled for a moment before
unfastening it and then started to slip it over her flaring hips.
"Hold on Mike," she gasped. "Let me help." I moved a pace back as she stood
upright from her leaning position. "Ready?" she grinned.  I nodded my
encouragement. "Maybe you can take it from here," she smiled, the skirt now
ready to be freely slipped down her long, slender legs.
"My pleasure," I grinned back, reaching forward.
"Perhaps you would see better if you were a little lower," she suggested. "Maybe
kneeling down."
In a moment I was on my knees.
"Good boy," she encouraged. "Now, take my skirt down, please Mike."
Slowly, ever so slowly, I slid the small leather garment down over her hips,
past the strong thighs that I had been so admiring back in the lounge and down
to her high heels. She stepped delicately out of the rumpled garment, standing
now with her feet a couple of feet apart and her hands on her hips.
All that remained was a white lace thong. All that separated me from what
separated her from other women. My mouth was dry. I felt like I was trembling.
Except my cock. That was pulsing as hard as ever.
"Now, Michael," she said in a slightly stern voice, "I would like you to take
down my panties for me."
I looked up into her eyes. She gazed down at me.
My hands reached out towards her hips. I felt the material beneath my
fingertips. Slowly, gradually, hesitantly, almost reverently, I started to move
the waistband of her panties down.
I felt the flare of her hips, I felt the firm muscle of her thighs, I felt the
slender legs and finally the panties dropped from my grasp to her ankles. Still
my eyes were locked with hers.
"Now, Michael," she breathed in a deep, husky tone, "I am all yours." My eyes
traveled down over her breasts, her flat belly to the object of my desires.
There it was.
Now released from its constraints, her cock rose slowly and steadily from
between her legs. I gazed in wonder as it grew in size and firmness, my eyes
widening as it became larger and larger, rising up in front of my eyes, just
inches from my face.
Soon it was standing proud in all its glory. A small, closely trimmed patch of
blonde pubic hair topped the base of it but otherwise it was shaved smooth, as
were her balls. The foreskin was peeled back, revealing the fat purple head.
It was beautiful.
I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"Michael," Christal chided, towering above me, hands on hips, legs slightly
spread, as I gazed in wonder at her throbbing cock. "I think you ought to suck
it, don't you?"
My reverie broken, I opened my lips and closed my eyes as I leaned forward to
receive her wonderful gift into my mouth for the first time.
It didn't disappoint. Hot and hard, musky and flavoursome, long and fat, her
cock was indeed a marvel and bigger than my own 7 inches by some margin.
I devoured it!
Within a few moments, Christal was leaning back against the desk again, her
hands grasping my head tight to her crotch, forcing more of her cock into my
willing mouth, as my own hands snaked up her belly to seek out those twin
centers of excitement sitting high and proud on her wonderful breasts.
I thrilled again in the moans and gasps my ministrations on her hard dick and
equally rampant nipples were bringing forth, engrossed in my tasks, consumed by
lust as I knelt and pleasured her with everything I knew.
Christal clearly decided that I needed more cock and started to push my face
harder onto her erect meat. I was nearly gagging but she was not to be denied.
"Really Mike," she scolded. "It's as if you've never deep-throated a cock
before."
"Uhhh, uhhh," was all I could manage.
"Well, I think now is a very good time to learn. Just relax, and let me slide
all the way in."
It took a few minutes but I managed to do as she commanded, relaxing my reflex
to gag and finally, proudly, felt her fat cock-head slip into my throat.
What a feeling! Especially as she withdrew after a moment to let me catch a
breath and then started to push me down her hard pole once more.
"That's a good boy, Mike!" she encouraged me. "Very good for a first-timer." She
laughed. "We'll make a cock-sucker out of you yet!" Fine by me, I thought, as
her cock slid down my throat once again. I could stay on my knees with this girl
feeding me cock for ever!
Soon, Christal's hands left my head as she allowed me to control the speed and
depth of her penetration. I bobbed my head willingly all the way down, taking
her length completely, my nose just touching her tiny pubic patch, as my hands
caressed her smooth, silky balls.
I was pulling back all the way, allowing her cock to almost escape my lips,
tasting her pre-cum, before sliding back down, impaling myself on her, feeling
it fill my mouth and penetrate my throat with every long, slow, delicious
stroke.
Her hands were tugging at her nipples, twisting and teasing those hard nubs as
she threw her head back and moaned - longer and deeper with every stroke.
I was simply in heaven. My own cock felt ready to explode, yet all could think
of was sucking this wonderful woman's cock and making her feel even better than
I had done so far.
Suddenly, Christal's hands were back at my head, pulling my mouth all the way
off her cock. What had I done wrong? Why did she not want me sucking her any
more? I was shocked and a little disorientated.
Now she grasped her cock in her right hand, her left tugging at a nipple, as she
looked down at me.
"Mike," she croaked. "You have done such a good job, I think you deserve a
little reward. Open your mouth wide for me."
Confused, I did as I was asked, gazing up at her as I sat back on my haunches,
mouth wide.
"Would you like me to cum for you, Mike?" she gasped, her hand stroking her cock
all the way from its fat head to the root.
"God, yes, Christal. Please cum for me."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, my little cock-sucker?" she grunted, her hand by
now almost a blur on her cock.
"Please, please," I confirmed, the words barely escaping my lips, before a hot
stream of thick white cum splattered over me, jetting from her throbbing cock,
bucking in her firm grasp as it spat it's load over my upturned face.
She cried out loud as her orgasm hit her and I groaned in delight as she
showered me with her cum, spurts landing in my mouth, nose, eyes and just about
everywhere else.
It seemed like she was cumming for ages but even so, all too soon, it was over.
My fingers reached up to clear my eyes and I saw that she had slumped back
against the desk.
"You do look like a very dirty boy," Christal gasped, the smile back in her
voice.
"I feel like one too," I smiled back.
"Let me see you lick all my cum from your fingers," she encouraged. I needed no
second bidding. Within moments, I was scraping her thick goo into my mouth and
savouring its musky taste as it I swallowed every drop.
As she watched me cleaning up, I noticed that she continued to stroke her cock,
which - far from going limp - seemed to still be almost its full size. She
watched my surprised gaze with some amusement.
"Mmmm. It's still ready to play Mike. Are you?"
"Yes, always, Christal," I replied earnestly.
"Well, we don't have always Mike but we do have a few minutes more. Stand up for
me."
As I did so, she leaned forward and licked the remaining traces of her cum from
my face, then kissed me, to ensure that I was able to enjoy every drop. Her
hands dropped between us to grasp my cock, still rock-hard.
"Mmmm, Mike. We don't seem to have hit the spot for you, do we? Perhaps we can
think of a way to relieve the tension here..."
"OK," I groaned, suffering from her gentle stroking of my almost-bursting
manhood.
"Let me see..." she murmured and slid down my body until she was squatting,
mouth right at my cock. She looked up at me. "Shall I return the favour, I
wonder?"
"Yes, please," I almost begged, desperate to cum.
She smiled up at me, slowly licked her full red lips and then I watched my
burning cock slide slowly into her warm, wet mouth. It felt like heaven!
She kept her eyes locked on mine as she slid my cock in and out of her mouth,
her tongue swirling around the ever-so-sensitive head, tasting my pre-cum
playing games with me and driving me to distracton.
She knew how to keep me right on the edge of cumming, making my cock even
harder, my balls even tighter in her hand but she kept me right there for
several minutes.
"There," she said, with finality, pulling away from her ministrations. "That
looks just fine to me!"
What?
I was wound up like a coiled spring, ready to burst at any moment and now she
stopped, having driven me almost crazy. What did she mean I looked fine?
"Nice and wet."
Eh?
"Just right. Nice and slippery."
I still hadn't got a clue what she was talking about and she saw that in my
puzzled, tortured expression.
"To slide right in..."
The penny still had not dropped, so she made it crystal clear for me, standing
up, turning to bend over the desk and looking back over her shoulder.
"To slide right in me, Mike. Now do you get it?"
"I... uhhh... ummm..." I was lost for words.
"I'll understand if you don't want to," she said, concerned this might have been
a step too far for me, "but I would really like you to fuck me Mike. Please."
This last with a note of pleading in her voice.
"No. I want to. Of course... I'd love to," I stumbled, my hard cock almost
bursting in my hand as I grasped it and stepped towards her. Of course I'd love
to fuck her - who wouldn't?
"Just push nice and gently," urged Christal, as she felt the hot head of my cock
resting against her puckered hole. "It'll slip in nice and easily now you're so
hard and wet."
"OK," I replied, pushing forward gently with my hips and feeling my cock-head
pressuring her ass-hole, as I grasped it firmly to keep right on target.
"Oh baby, that feels good," she murmured, squirming her hips to manouvre me into
the exact position of her choice, enjoying the feel of my cock pressing hard
against her as much as I was.
Her hands reached back and she grasped her buttocks, pulling them apart,
spreading her tight little hole more for me, increasing the wanton feelings of
pleasure that she was feeling too, if the groans coming from her mouth were any
indication.
""Now, Mike," she commanded, "push it into me."
I pushed harder, feeling the very tip of my cock-head start to force its way
into her, slowly easing her ass-hole open for me. As a low moan escaped her
lips, I pushed harder again and she pushed back towards me with her ass muscles,
spreading her little hole wider and helping to draw me inside. Suddenly, the
head of my cock plopped inside her.
What a feeling!
Christal moaned once more and I felt her ass muscles grip my cock hard and tight
inside her, holding me in place while she enjoyed every exquisite moment of that
penetration.
For my part, I was trying hard not to blow my load right then and there! After
all the excitement, her expert fellatio and now her tight ass gripping my ready-
to-explode cock tight on the most sensitive area, right behind the head, I was
so close that the slightest movement from either of us would have pushed me
right over the edge. Her pause couldn't have come at a better time.
For long moments we stayed that way, locked together by her greedy ass grasping
my cock inside it, standing totally still and reveling in the sensations. Then
she spoke.
"Are you ready Mike?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Sure you want to do this?"
"God, yes," I laughed. "I'm just trying not to cum!"
"That close, huh?" she smiled back over her shoulder.
"Oh, yes."
"OK then, just push it in a little further and see how that feels."
I pushed, as instructed, marveling at the sensations of my cock moving so
smoothly into her tight ass.
It was having a good effect on Christal too, as she let out another low moan.
"Better?"
"Yes. Great. Fantastic!"
"I bet you say that to all the girls," she laughed. "Perhaps you'd better show
me just how much you're enjoying it by pushing that hard cock of yours right
into me. Give me it all Mike."
She spread her buttocks still wider for me and leaned a little further forward,
spreading her legs wider, to allow me the perfect chance to drive my cock into
her to the balls.
How could I refuse such an invitation?
I grasped her waist with both hands and thrust hard from the hips, burying my
rock-hard cock deep into her, banging my pelvis up hard against her buttocks and
forcing a groan of lustful satisfaction from us both.
"God, that feels good," she gasped.
"You're telling me," I responded.
Christal now bent fully forward from the waist, resting her forearms on the desk
to support her weight and again looked back at me, with lust-filled eyes, over
her shoulder.
"Fuck me now, Mike" she demanded. "Ram your hard cock into me. Fuck me hard."
She'd have no argument from me on that one!
I pulled back, drawing my cock almost all the way out of her, slowly allowing
even the head to almost slip from her ass, just staying far enough in to keep
her from completely expelling me. Then I pushed my way back in. All the way.
Long, slow and very, very deep. Driving my cock so far into her even-more
exposed ass that I almost thought my balls might end up in there as well.
"Oh God," I gasped. "That's great."
"More Mike. More. Hard. Fuck me."
Again I pulled almost clean out, then drove back in, this time a little less
slowly. Again, a touch faster. Once more. Driving harder. Deeper. Again. And
Again. Until I was long-stroking her ass with a consistent rhythm, driving my
cock all the way into her time after time.
She felt amazing. Looked amazing. Her slim body, naked, bent over the desk.
Long, blonde hair cascading in tousled disarray over her head and arms, broad
shoulders, slender waist, hips gripped by my hands and her spread buttocks, with
my cock driving in between them. What a vision!
I watched closely as I fucked her, seeing her stretched asshole muscles cling to
my cock as I pulled out, almost as if they were reluctant to let me go. Then I
watched my cock disappear into her once more, until there was nothing to see but
my pubic hair resting between her butt-cheeks.
It was all too much. The wonderful feeling of driving my cock into her ass, the
state of arousal I'd been in for over an hour now, it couldn't last.
Sure, enough, I could feel my balls tightening fast.
"I'm going to cum," I gasped.
"Oh, yeah, Mike," she grunted. "Cum for me. Fill me with your hot cum. Fuck it
deep into me," she moaned as I began to drive into her in hard, fast strokes.
I couldn't have stopped it now if the building was on fire. I was fucking her as
if my life depended on it, desperate to reach that point of blissful release.
Then the dam burst.
Jamming my cock into her as hard and deep as I could possibly manage, slamming
her against the desk, I started to cum. Crying out loud, I felt my whole cock
swell, as my balls emptied their hot cum and it forced its way down my cock,
bursting from me in a joyful, searing, wonderful moment of total delirium,
filling her ass with searing juice.
She cried out loud too, her asshole pulsing around my bucking cock, milking me
as I pumped her full of everything I had, in an orgasm that seemed to go on and
on for minutes.
Finally it was over. I was slumped on her back, sweat sticking us together as we
gasped for breath. It was minutes before we were recovered enough to speak.
"Oh my God, Christal," I grunted. "That was sensational."
"Baby," she chuckled, "you can say that again!"
I levered myself upright and started to remove my cock from her ass. She milked
it with her muscles all the way out, then stood, tossed her hair back from her
face and turned to face me.
She was still rock-hard. I couldn't believe it!
"I thought you came," I exclaimed, as I saw her cock bobbing in front of her.
"Baby, I did cum," she replied. "But the feeling of your cock in my ass just
made me horny again. See?"
Indeed I did see.
"Would you like me to suck it?" I offered.
"That would be great Mike," she smiled, absent-mindedly stroking her long shaft.
"But I did rather have something else in mind."
"Anything," I offered. "Name it."
"Sure?"
"Haven't I been sure of everything so far?" I asked her.
"True." She thought for a moment. "OK then, big guy," she teased. "Anything?"
"Anything."
"How would you like me to fuck you this time?"
Wow! Somehow, I hadn't expected that one. "OK," I heard myself say. "I'd love
you to."
"Ask nicely then," she laughed.
"Please fuck me, Christal," I entreated.
"Assume the position," she ordered with a mock-stern tone. "Over the desk.
Spread 'em."
Her humour had released my slight nervousness. I laughed and stepped past her,
spreading my legs, bending over the desk and grasping my ass-cheeks to pull them
apart for her as she had done for me. Offering her my ass. Enticing her to fuck
me.
She needed no second bidding. She spit into her hand and stood behind me,
allowing me to watch her stroking her rock-hard cock to lube it up for its
journey into my virgin ass. My slight apprehension was overcome by my own
increasing horniness and the sight of this statuesque beauty teasing her cock
into an even greater state of arousal.
I felt exposed and slutty, bent over the desk, pulling my butt-cheeks apart,
stretching my tight little asshole as much as I could for her, ready for her to
invade my innermost depths, waiting for the feel of a cock in my ass for the
first time.
Christal was in complete control once more, lubing my asshole, making me squirm
as her fingertips explored my hole, rubbing more saliva across the tight pucker,
then slipping slowly inside.
I felt an uncontrollable urge to resist the invading finger but she was not to
be denied access and I felt a hand pressing the small of my back onto the table
as her finger pushed against the resistance once more.
"Just relax," she said. "You're going to love this, as long as you don't fight
it."
Now her finger slid into my ass. She was right, it felt great. Strange but
great. My cock was really starting to stand up and take notice now.
Her finger slid further and further in, I felt each knuckle joint stretch my
muscle a fraction as it passed and savoured the new sensations she brought.
"I think you're ready," she said, withdrawing her finger, after a minute or so
of probing my ass. "Ready as you're ever going to be, anyway. And I'm more than
ready for you."
With that, I felt her cock-head at my asshole. Hot, hard and insistent, pressing
against my tight little hole.
It felt huge!
I'll never take that, I panicked. Her finger felt large enough in my untrained
ass. How is her cock going to fit?
"Push down," she ordered. "Push down as if you were trying to push something out
of you. That will relax you and allow me to slide right in."
With the pressure of her cock at my anal opening, I felt some reluctance,
perhaps fearing pain but soon, I started to do as she has told me, pushing down
against her with my ass muscles. And she was right! As if I was actually sucking
her in, rather than her forcing her way in, her cock-head slid its way into my
ass.
I couldn't believe how good it felt! Better than I could ever have imagined. The
sensation of being stretched wide open by her big cock pushing its way into my
ass was driving me wild. I groaned out loud, clamping down on her as she pushed
harder, driving more of her meat into me, filling more of my no-longer-virgin
asshole with her girl-dick.
"Like that, baby?"
"Oh God," I gasped. "It's fantastic! Unbelievable! I had no idea it would feel
like this."
"You mean you're never been fucked before," she asked in surprise.
"No. Never."
"Baby! You should have said. I had no idea I was venturing into virgin
territory," she laughed. "Are you sure it's OK?"
"Oh God yes. I just want more of your cock in my ass."
"Well that's good," she murmured, leaning forward with her mouth close to my
ear, "because I'm going to give you a fucking you will never forget..."
And then she started.
Grasping my hips, as I had gripped hers a few minutes earlier, she drove her
long, fat cock all the way in, forcing the air from me in a loud cry as all
eight inches slammed home.
Like I had, she started long and slow but her technique was different, perhaps
designed to fulfill her promise. Pulling her cock all the way back out at the
end of every stroke, Christal was allowing herself the pleasure of pushing past
my tight ass muscles again and again, forcing that hot rod all the way back in,
until she was buried up to the balls and I was gasping with delight.
I was gritting my teeth and gripping the edge of the desk as tight as I could,
groaning and wriggling like a stuck pig, as she drilled my ass hard and deep.
"Fuck me, Christal," I was moaning, "fuck me hard."
"Oh baby, don't you worry. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I'm going to send
you home full of my cum, with your ass well and truly broken in."
"Yeah. Fuck me like a slut. Make me your bitch. Fuck me baby."
"OK, my little whore. I'm going to give you everything I've got, hard deep and
fast."
Now she started to change pace. No longer was she pulling her cock all the way
out, the fat head tugging at my stretched ring as I clung to her retreating
meat, that same bull-head brutally forcing its way back in moments later.
Now she was putting her weight behind it, gripping my waist harder and slamming
into me with shorter, harder strokes, pistoning her cock in and out, crushing my
against the edge of the desk as she fucked me hard and fast.
I was starting to lose my hold on reality, my head swimming from the amazing
sensations she was giving me, drilling my ass and driving me wild. My head was
lolling from side to side, I was gasping for breath, half delirious and groaning
entreaties and obscenities with every slamming, crushing stroke of her cock.
Sweat was dripping from both of us in the tiny, airless room, now filled with
the sounds and smell of wild, animal sex.
Christal was gasping for breath now, fucking me harder and faster than ever but
I could take no more. My throbbing cock, trapped between my body and the desk,
finally exploded, pumping out a second load of hot cum, my ass contracting in
rhythm with my pumping balls, gripping Christal's pounding dick tighter and
tighter.
"Oh, baby," she grunted, as she continued driving her cock into me. "Has my
little slut cum for me?"
A groan was my only reply.
"I could feel your little ass squeezing me. I guess you love having my cock in
you, don't you?"
"Yes," was all I could gasp.
"You're such a good little slut, I think I might have to fill your whore ass
with my cum."
"Oh God, Christal. Yes please."
"You really want it?" she breathed.
"Yes. Oh, yes."
"Beg me for it, slut," she commanded, driving in even harder to reinforce her
point.
"Give me your cum," I pleaded. "Fuck me ass and fill it with your hot cum. Pump
me. Fill me. Cum for me, Christal."
"Well, baby," she relented, starting to drive even faster, "since you asked so
nicely, you can have my girl-cum. I'm going to fuck it so deep into your ass
that it's going to take hours to come out!"
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I was pleading, over and over, as Christal's
relentless pace increased until she was slamming into my tender ass in a frenzy.
It couldn't last. Soon, I felt Christal's nails dig deep into my flash as she
cried out and slammed her fat cock deeper into me that I had ever felt anything
before. Her body went rigid, hard against my ass, then I felt her start to cum.
Her cock simply exploded deep inside me, searing cum bursting from the fat,
pulsing head and filling my guts with her girl-seed as it jumped and twitched
way up inside my ass. Christal gripped my close, almost howling in exctasy as
she emptied her balls into me, just as I had begged her to do.
She kept on cumming for ages. I couldn't believe she could cum so much,
especially after she had filled my throat with her cream less than half an hour
earlier. Now she was filling my ass with that same wonderful hot goo and I loved
that even more!
For minutes we remained like that, locked together with my ass clamped tightly
around her wonderful cock, she content to stay buried deep in my guts and me
equally thrilled to have her there.
Gradually, through my tender muscles, I felt her cock softening until it gently
plopped out of me, leaving a sudden sensation of loss in my thoroughly stretched
asshole.
Christal stepped back from me and gradually, I straightened up from my position,
prostrate across the desk, relieving my aching muscles. I turned to face her.
I kissed her. Long, slow, langorously. Our bodies crushed together once more,
spreading the sticky cum from my belly against hers, our sweat mingling on our
skin.
"That was fantastic," I gasped, as we broke for air.
"Glad my little slut liked his first fuck," she smiled. "Your tight ass felt
great too. Did I keep my promise?"
"Oh yes!" I assured her. "There is no way I will ever forget our time together."
"Good," she laughed. "We aim to please! Now, listen. We have to get out of here.
I have less than half an hour to catch my plane."
Suddenly my situation dawned on me. Here I was, in a tiny store room in a
foreign airport. Naked. Covered in my own cum. My ass full of cum from the
shemale who had just royally fucked me for the first time. And now I had to
board a plane to go home to my wife and kids.
"Stay," I begged her.
"What?" she started.
"Stay tonight. We'll get a hotel, spend the night and get our flights tomorrow."
"What about your family, Mike?" she chided me.
"I'll be home tomorrow. I'll blame the weather. But I can't go home like this!"
"True," she mused. "It might raise an eyebrow... OK, Let's get tidied up and go.
Sneaking back up to the main passenger areas, we re-arranged our flights,
grabbed a taxi and piled into a room in the nearest hotel.
Christal drove me wild all night long, letting me fuck her ass and play with her
tits. She fed me her cock at both ends, alternately making me suck her big fat
dick and drilling it deep into my ass. Several times she came again, in my
mouth, in my ass and once simply standing over me and spraying her seed over my
upturned face, as she had done in the little store-room.
We parted in the morning, kissing long and hard one final time as I waved her
onto her plane and dashed to catch mine. By the time I got home, I was clean and
fresh. But I was a changed man.