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I'm sure I would if I ever watched straight porn. I would want to be the girl. But all I watch is gay porn and I always Imagine/Wish that I would be the one on the receiving end of the cock! So, that's sort of the same!

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This T-girl could pass for one we know as “Ebony.”  Read on…

It was late.  We had watched the Saints lose again, had dinner with friends at Arnaud’s, caught the last Chris Owens’ show, and I was ready to make it to the hotel and turn in and call it a weekend.

“One more hurricane baby!”

My wife could be ridiculous sometime.  We both had enough to drink but I wasn’t going to argue with her as we turned and started walking on Bourbon toward Pat O’Brien’s.

We had not gone a half block when the shill for a she-male strip club steps out on Bourbon to address Eve, my wife.

“Damn lady, you’re taller than all my girls.  Why don’t you bring your man in with you so my girls can have some fun with you and him and they can see how a real woman is built?  First drink on the house, no cover no minimum!”

She glanced back at me and smiled.  “How many times have we said we would do this some day baby?  I think now’s the time!”

This scenario had been pillow talk many times and I knew she wanted to be used up a little by a ladyboy in one of these strip clubs.  If not fucked, at least felt up, maybe give a blowjob in semi-public settings.  She also wanted to see me suck off a she-male while I watched her play with one.  So, this was on… this was real now!

The shill guided us in past the open doors and announced “Girly-Girl on the floor.  Bring her to VIP!”

We weren’t sure what that meant, but it was immediately repeated by a large guy who came down from a stool next to the DJ and started toward Eve along with a tall black ladyboy and a shorter blond she-male named Britney who came directly to me and grabbed my arm and smiled at me.  A cute little Hispanic waitress followed us.

Within seconds we were seated on a leather sofa to the rear and above the lounge area and stage.  We found out later it was a protective move to keep Eve from “competing” or being confused with any of the “house talent” to keep her from being groped or hit on by the patrons coming into the joint thinking she might be a she-male because of her height.

The large guy was the floor manager and quickly gave us the rules about “no sex acts allowed” and as he walked away with the waitress with our drink order, the black T-girl laughed and told us both, “fuck him… we can have all the fun we want as long as we don’t get naked and fuck in public.”

It didn’t take long and the black T-girl, “Ebony” of course, had her tongue buried down my wife’s throat and Eve was reciprocating, as she groped at Ebony’s hard cock and Ebony freed Eve’s tits out of her dress and bra.

Britney wasted no time either as she grabbed my cock and buried her tongue in my open and willing mouth as I raised her dress over her ass and freed her stiff cock from her panties.

I thought Britney was the first of the four of us to cum, but Eve told me later the next morning it had to be her with the first orgasm.  She said “That black bitch gave me the hardest finger fucking I’ve gotten since I was maybe a teen, while whispering and tongue fucking my ear telling me how she was going to use her big black cock to fuck my pussy and then my ass and finally finish by shooting her load in my filthy fucking blonde mouth.  Baby, I have never been talked to like that and it fucking turned me on so much that I had an orgasm like I don’t remember outside our bedroom.”

Well, she had fucked so many different guys and women in our bedroom over the 8 years of our marriage that I was sure her biggest orgasm definitely came in our bed, and it wasn’t me who gave it to her.

We had another round of drinks, and the T-girls changed places so I had Ebony jerking my cock and whispering shit in my ear while Britney had the time of her life with Eve.  My wife was a good 5 inches taller than Britney and probably 20 pounds heavier and “Eve you’re the first woman I’ve ever finger fucked, and you have the biggest natural tits I’ve ever played with.”  There weren’t many natural tits in this Shemale Joint at 2:00 in the morning.

We paid our tab and then made our way to The Monteleone with my big blonde wife staggering hand in hand with Ebony while I had Britney hanging onto me for dear life.  The doorman at the hotel gave me a knowing “nod of the head” as I palmed him a $20 bill for his discretion, and we made our way to our room with our tongues buried in each other’s mouths, ready to have a four-way gang fuck on the elevator.

In the room we all got naked immediately, and while Eve used our little douche ball to get her ass ready for cock, I sucked on the two T-girl cocks while they sucked on me.  When Eve was finished, she came out with the KY Jelly and she took my place with Ebony and Britney in bed and I went to the bathroom to get my ass totally douched and ready for some hard core T-girl fucking.

When I was totally douched, I got in bed with Britney, Eve was already on top of Ebony fucking her like she had never been fucked by a woman before.  It was stunning to see how much these T-girls were into Eve, because frankly they were queer guys (or so they thought) before they went through transforming MTF, and she was bringing the bisexuality out of them in orgasm after orgasm.

I did a 69 with Britney for the longest before she stopped, lubed up my ass and her cock and then got on top of me to fuck me missionary style.  She was a little small for me so I made the right adjustments with my legs around her to let her ride me hard.  She shot a load of cum in me but I wouldn’t let her stop fucking me.  I kept squeezing her cock with my sphincter to keep her hard and kept telling her how good a fuck she was.  It worked well enough that she rode me another hour I’m sure before unloading in my ass the second time as she made me cum all over our stomachs together.

When Britney finally rolled off me, I looked at Eve who was taking a load from Ebony’s big black cock right across her wide-open mouth.  My whore wife swallowed all that hot juicy cum and then she had enough.

She reached in her purse and took out $200 and handed it to Ebony.  “Okay whores!  Get out of my fucking room.  We’ll be back in two weeks for the Falcons game.  Make sure you’re working the same shift and stay safe for the next couple weeks.  Now get the fuck out!”

Two weeks later the Saints lost to the Falcons, and Britney and Ebony got fucked again by a couple of big blondes.

Enjoying this position in the late 70's and all the 80's probably caused me to miss a couple hundred business meetings and the ability to retire 10 years earlier. Worth every drop of sweet cum I swallowed though!

It was definitely my mother’s lingerie for starters.  When we moved to the farm house when I was a kid, and before everything was completely unpacked and put away, I discovered a hamper of bras, panties, night wear, stockings, garters, and other silky foundation that felt oh so good on my small body.  When she discovered I had been digging into her silk, she didn’t get mad, but only cautioned me about handling the finer garments because they were important to her and I shouldn’t soil them or accidentally tear them.  I must have had a 6 month reign of that hamper with only a few items missing from time to time when she would wear them and then put them away elsewhere.  I was 12 when I discovered, and she admitted, that she used all of those silky bras, panties, teddies, stockings, and garters professionally.  It made my dick so hard to wear all of her fine silk and it makes my dick hard today to know that she used all those silky garments to make men happy and pay her enormous sums of money to wear them and take them off for them.

I do.

Bob, my golfing buddy/orthopedic surgeon buddy, sat on the corner of his desk, looking down at me sitting in his comfortable wing chair. I was wearing nothing but a thong and my sandals.  Two things were obvious:  my hard cock was filling up my blue lacey thong and the head of it was poking out from the top of the stretched elastic, and secondly, Bob was looking at my cock while he explained why I was having lower back pain, but not until he asked about my thong.

“Where on earth did you find women’s panties to fit your crotch?”

I explained they were actually men’s thongs and I told him how I met the two Danish couples on St. Croix and how they turned me onto thongs a few years previously.  And how I partied and played with them for about 4 years.  I didn’t go into a lot of detail, but Bob read accurately between the lines.

“So, you just got naked with the old man and changed into his swimsuit while he and his wife stood there and admired your body?  Did you know you were gay or bisexual before that meeting?”

I explained my history in short and although he was shocked to find out about my sexuality, he was fine with it.  “No problem TD.  We’re non-judgmental here.  I don’t care if you’re gay or straight or yellow or black.  You’re my patient and that’s all I care about.  Everything you tell me or share with me stays in this office.  I’ll call you later this week once I get an MRI set up for you and we’ll go from there, but first things first.”

The surgeon said, “I need to send you to physical therapy.  Do you have a problem with Nash? I can try to get you in right now if you’re not in a rush to get back to work.”

I did not have a problem with Nash.  He was a noted physical therapist about the same age as Bob and me, we all three belonged to the same country club, sent all our kids to the same Catholic school, and he was one hell of a good tennis player.  Historically one of the best three men players in our club.  He always came off as a bit feminine, but his effeminate ways faded away once he got on a tennis court.  And he, along with his therapy practice, happened to be a personal client of the firm in which I was a partner.

“No, I like Nash.  I’ve never been to PT before, but he would normally have been my choice of therapist if you’d leave it up to me.  And I’ve got nowhere to go for the next 3 hours so the sooner the better.”

“Good.  I asked if Nash would be okay because he comes off as a bit of a sissy to some folks, and that’s a turn off to some.  But don’t let his meek and mild ways fool you.  His hands are like bricks, and he gives by far the best orthopedic massages of anyone in the city.  And that’s what you need right now, along with an exercise regimen to start getting the curvature back in your spine to relieve some pressure on those lumbar discs.”

Bob picked up the phone and had Nash on the line in just a couple minutes.

“Nash, can you work TD in for a massage while we have him in the Med Center area, and get him started on a McKenzie regimen for lower back?”

“Absolutely.  Can he walk over or is he in too much pain?”

“No, he’s handling the pain well and can walk over right now.  He’ll see you after he gets dressed.”

I got dressed and apologized to Bob for mistakenly wearing a thong instead of some briefs or boxers to a physical exam.  That was stupid on my part, but Bob was totally understanding.

I walked over to the PT Clinic a block away and was immediately escorted into a room with a massage table.  The therapist said, “Mr. TD, Nash will be right with you.  Strip to your drawers and lay face down with your head in this donut, and Nash will be here in a couple minutes.”

I did as I was told and my cock started getting hard again, knowing my exposed ass was up in the air with the string tight against my hole.  In just a couple minutes, the door opened and I heard Nash gasp, “Holy shit TD, what in the fuck are you wearing baby?  Looks like you wanted to make it easy for Daddy to give you the kind of massage I specialize in.”

I swear, my ass and my cock started leaking at the same time.  Back pain was the last thing on my mind.

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I have before, lots. But the older I get, the more I'm into the delivery system more than the delivery.

Saw this on here somewhere and reminded me…

Lighter blonde hair and bigger legs and ass and this is my wife Eve circa early 70’s.  Or my mother from what I remember of her in the 50’s and 60’s.  5’10” and 5’11” big, buxom blondes.

Eve and I had been married for just a few years when my mother and I were in New York for meetings and we brought the family with us for drinking and dining and sightseeing when Mom and I weren’t in meetings.

One evening, we were in the back of the hotel limo headed for dinner with Dad and I in the jump seat and Mom and Eve in the back seat facing us.

Eve made some off-color comment to Mom about the masseur who had given my wife and my mother a massage that day, at different times, and had no doubt fucked both.  And now they were sort of giggly about the size of his cock and my dad picked up on it and wasn’t amused.

He addressed Eve, “You know, you look and act more like your mother-in-law than your husband does, but you don’t have to follow in her footsteps and be the whore she was at your age.  Those days are over; women don’t need to fuck everybody to get ahead anymore.”

I remember Eve’s comment in reply.  “Well Mr. Jay, I don’t have to be a whore to make it in business like my mother-in-law did, but I need to be a whore because your son, my husband, loves being married to a whore, and he loves that I fuck around. He’s just like you!”

All I remember is Dad being silent for the longest and Mom smiling and simply saying “Good girl” to Eve.

Yep, proud of my whores!

Indeed!!!! Love to look like her, be like her, if I could go back to about her age. I can barely imagine the cock she must have always around her and inside her. What a dream?

If this isn't the best ass shot of a man, I just don't know! Best I've seen ever for sure!!! Woof!!!

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