Feature Writer: Boxlicker101
Feature Title: ANGEL 10
Published: 27.04.2007
Story Codes: Transgender
Synopsis: She continues to enjoy a rich and varied sex life — 10: Two New Men in Her Life
Angel 10
The sex on Friday night and Saturday with Bob Marley Cliff was the best Angel had experienced up until that date, but it was only one of many fabulous carnal adventures in her life. Because of her beauty, her sexual prowess and her reputation as a woman who was free and open with her charms, she had no trouble finding partners among the men at the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender Association. In between her couplings with members from there, she sometimes spent a few extremely happy nights and mornings in bed with her neighbor, Harold Carpenter.
Among members of the GLBTA, Kenny was her most frequent partner, especially on Friday nights. In particular, she liked to go to his home after meetings on Fridays, because he always ate her pussy, and she could spend the night and Saturday morning frolicking in his queen-sized bed, followed by going out with him to a leisurely brunch at a pleasant restaurant near her flat. If Kenny didn’t happen to be there, frequently another man and she would mutually catch each other’s fancies, and they would leave for either her flat or whatever place, within reason that he wanted to go.
On the Friday night after her incredible sex with Bob, Kenny wasn’t there, and Angel looked around at the men who were. After some very bad experiences with young men, she had certain preferences, and any man she chose to leave with had to meet at least some of them. A new man, quite handsome, was there that night, and he introduced himself as Augustus, to be greeted in the customary way by the other members of the group. He was a burly man, which Angel liked, and he looked to be at least in his late thirties. That was good too, because she preferred men who were much older than she, often even older than her own father.
As Augustus spoke, he informed everybody that he was straight, and that he was there in support of Luanne, his younger sister, who had been born his brother. He told how the young T-girl had been ostracized and reviled since beginning the process of gender change, and even suffered physical violence a few times. Angel could empathize with the sister, recalling the difficulties she had faced in the provincial city when she first started wearing girls’ uniforms at the school she attended, and all during her process of feminization. She had never been actually assaulted, but she had narrowly escaped violence when she first arrived in London. Those frightening episodes had turned her against men her own age, even those at the GLBTA, whom she knew she had no particular reason to fear.
Besides size and age, being straight or bisexual was another requirement of Angel’s because the gay men she had met would have wanted to treat her sexually as a man, including treating her clit as a cock. This was something she took pains to avoid, including with the bisexual men, such as Kenny. She was a WOMAN, and insisted in being treated as one in every way possible.
At the conclusion of the meeting, Augustus sought out Angel, thinking she might have some good advice for his sister. Besides being T-girls, both women were young and very attractive, and he believed that, having those qualities in common, Angel might have experiences she would be willing to share. He was absolutely right in that belief. Besides being attracted to the older brother, Angel had quite a few suggestions for his much younger sister, including many that she had learned from her own therapist and some that had come from her experiences. If Augustus had not sought her out, she would have approached him and, even if there had been no sexual attraction, she would have wanted to pass on advice for Luanne.
“Hi, Angel,” he greeted her.
“Hi, Augustus.”
“Why don’t you call me Gus? It’s shorter and easier. Anyhow, I was hoping you might have some advice for my sister.”
“Okay, Gus it is, and, yes, I do have quite a bit of advice for her. But why don’t we go sit in those chairs over there?” she asked, pointing to some wooden chairs against the wall.
“Okay.”
Once they were seated, Angel began giving Gus a summary of what she had gone through on her arrival in London. She emphasized that Luanne, whenever a man expressed or showed interest in her, would have to immediately let him know her status as a T-girl. Even as she spoke, she shivered, remembering her own experiences with Brian and Mike when she first arrived in the city. The harsh words of the two young men had been bad enough but, if she hadn’t been honest with them right away, those words would almost certainly have been accompanied by severe beatings. The fear of what might have happened was still very real, and even Gus could tell how serious Angel was about her dread of any repetition of those two frightening episodes, for her or any other T-girl.
The conversation continued for quite a while, and got more personal, as Angel talked about the sex acts that Luanne would probably be doing. She even referred to her clit and pussy which, physiologically speaking, were her penis and anus. Gus had gone to the meeting looking for advice he could pass along to his sister, and any insights as to what she would be going through. Sex had not been on his mind, but few straight men could be around Angel, especially when involved in such an intimate conversation, without thinking about it. This was doubly so as she leaned forward and rested her hand on his thigh. Besides the presence of the warm palm, he couldn’t help noticing how her delightful breasts strained against the green knit dress she was wearing, as well as all the other aspects of her youthful beauty.
Angel was getting just as turned on as he was. The sexual details of her advice were a reminder, if she needed any, that she hadn’t had a cock in her mouth or pussy since the previous Saturday morning, and that the man beside her could provide what she had been missing during that time. Besides providing advice for Luann, she learned that Gus was divorced and shared a flat with his sister. As Angel smiled at him and her hand tightened slightly on his leg, they were both having the same thoughts about a delightful way the evening might end.
For all the other members of the GLBTA, it had already ended. They had been so wrapped up in their discussion that Angel and Gus hadn’t noticed that they were the last people remaining in the meeting room. Everybody else who had sat around the table, after hearing what Gus had to say, and seeing him and a T-girl in serious conversation, would never have considered interrupting their discussion. Instead, as was the usual custom, the other members had tidied up the room, and the last two persons would be able to get up and leave any time they felt like it, turning off the lights and pulling the door closed and locked behind themselves. They looked around and decided that time had arrived.
“I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t realize how late it was getting. Do you need a ride home?”
His thigh was getting warmer under her hand, and he could feel his cock stiffening. Gus looked again at the T-girl’s lovely breasts and wondered if they were real. He was aware that his sister wore padded bras, but they didn’t make her bosom appear to be nearly as big and shapely as Angel’s. The thought occurred to him that it would be wonderful to find out, and perhaps learn, from first-hand, a bit more about the sex lives of T-girls. Just so he would have a better and more complete understanding of his sister’s life, of course, he told himself, grinning inwardly over what he knew was a bit of harmless self-deception.
“I could use one.” The questing hand briefly moved closer to where she could see Gus’s cock starting to put a bulge along his pants leg. It was a good-sized one, just the kind she liked in her mouth or pussy.
As they left, Angel turned off the lights and set the lock so it caught when she closed the door after herself and Gus. The parking lot was empty except for his car and, as they walked in its direction, they were rather more close together than they really had to be. He opened the door for Angel and she got in and reached over to unlock the driver’s door. As Gus sat behind the steering wheel, she remained as close to him as she could safely get, and her hand once again found the thigh that had been so fascinating before, except that this time, he knew for certain she was fondling him there.
The thought of sex had been creeping into his mind but, from the actions of Angel, it galloped the rest of the way in. Except for driving safely, it was the only thing he could think of as the beautiful T-girl whispered directions into his ear. Angel knew there was no need to whisper, but she was getting sexually excited by the presence of the large handsome man whose stiff cock she was starting to caress with her fingertips.
He stopped in front of the block of flats, and Angel whispered to him again, this time a very welcome invitation. “Why don’t you park in one of the visitors’ spaces and come up to my flat? We can talk about your sister, or whatever else comes up.” As she said the last words, her hand moved to lightly squeeze his cock, which was something that was definitely coming up.
To Gus, that sounded like the most wonderful idea in the world, and he got out and opened and held Angel’s door. Smiling, she thanked him and let her hand glide over the front of his pants, more and more liking the feel of the prodigious bulge there. Angel was not truly a size queen, but she did prefer long, thick cocks in her pussy, and what was covered by Gus’s pants had felt much more than adequate to her. Holding hands, they walked to the front of the building and, this time, she unlocked and opened the door for him.
Eager to get to the privacy of Angel’s flat, they hurried across the lobby to the lift, where they waited impatiently, although it was less than half a minute. Inside the lift car, Angel refrained from putting her hands where she actually wanted them, because she didn’t care to put on a show for anybody in the building’s security who might happen to see the videotape of the inside of the car. She was well aware that any such person, seeing her and Gus, would know where they were going and what they would be doing, but she didn’t want to advertise it.
Once they were inside the kitchen of her small flat with the door locked, Angel slipped out of her pumps and suggested that Gus do the same with his shoes while she was hanging up their jackets on the hooks on the back of the door. He took her suggestion, going even further and peeling off his socks, and sat on one of the two chairs beside Angel’s small table. She moved the other chair next to him and sat down, her hand quickly finding his thigh and creeping upward to his crotch, where she could again see the long bulge down one leg.
“Luanne will want to have as normal a life as she can, and that would almost certainly include a boy friend, and having sex with him,” Angel said, continuing that topic of the conversation they had been having at the Club.
“I would expect that, but I don’t know exactly what she would be doing with him. I don’t think she’s ever shared those kinds of details with me.”
“Do you want to find out some of the ways?” Without waiting for an answer, Angel got up from her chair, knelt between Gus’s legs and smiled at him, licking her lips as she did.
“Well, er, yeah. Sure.” Gus knew what Angel was about to start doing, or thought he did, and was totally in favor of the idea. He had been sucked off a few times in his life, of course, but never by a woman as beautiful as the young blonde who was on her knees in front of him.
Not wanting Gus to change his mind, Angel reached out to unbuckle his belt and unbutton the waistband of his pants. He rose slightly in the chair, and she unzipped his fly and hooked her fingers around the waistband to start pulling off his pants. Eager to expedite matters, Gus rose from the chair enough that Angel was able to pull the garment around his ass, all the way down his legs and off. Smiling at the prominent swelling in his boxer shorts, she unsnapped the waistband and treated them the same way she had treated his pants. With Gus naked below the waist, Angel looked gleefully at the big, hard cock that was protruding from his crotch.
She did much more than look. Resting one forearm on his thigh and holding his shaft with the fingers of the other hand, Angel raised her head above what she admired so much. After looking up at Gus and smiling again, she lowered her face to start licking the head. As she always likes to do, Angel’s tongue moved in concentric circles while she slowly brought her face closer to her goal, until the head was enveloped between her lips. Once again, her eyes smiled at Gus, and she winked and lowered her mouth all the way to his pubic hair, enveloping his entire cock, her avid tongue caressing his shaft as she did.
While the hair tickled her lips, Angel kept her mouth in place, letting her tongue lave the thick cylinder that filled it so well. After a few seconds, she slowly raised her head, keeping her tongue just as active. She stopped again when just the head was nestled between her lips, looked another time at Gus with her pretty blue eyes, and slowly lowered her face again, still licking, until the hair was tickling her lips again. Three times Angel’s mouth slowly moved up and down, caressing Gus’s cock and, after the fourth time, she held it in her fingers and raised her head to smile around it.
“That’s one of the ways your sister will have sex, except she will usually go a lot further than I just did. Do you want to see another way?”
Augustus didn’t say anything, just nodded his head while wishing the gorgeous blonde would take his cock back into her mouth and finish sucking him off.
“I can’t show you here; you’ll have to come into my bedroom.” Angel smoothed down her dress and started for her bed-sitting room, confident that Gus would follow her.
Her confidence was not misplaced. He followed her, stopping two feet behind Angel when she paused next to her bed and reached down to remove the blankets and top sheet. As she did every Friday morning, she had changed the bed so she would have clean sheets if she brought a man back home with her. When she glanced back and saw Gus, Angel reached up and lifted her long blonde hair out of the way.
“Unzip my dress and unhook my bra,” she instructed him.
With some fumbling, because he was not used to doing it, he eagerly complied, Angel peeled the sleeves off her arms while holding her bra cups in place. With her dress hanging loosely down from her hips, she turned to face Gus, her breasts still covered, and put on the little show she always enjoyed doing, especially with a new man. Angel spread her arms, one hand holding the bra, and put on display the treasures it had just been covering. Although she didn’t say anything out loud, she thought “Ta Dahhh!” as she always did when completing this ritual.
Augustus just stared with astonishment. He had never seen his sister nude or even topless since she began the sex-change regimen, but he had seen her padded bras, and had halfway assumed all T-girls would wear the same kind of thing. As if to further prove how false this assumption was, Angel rolled her shoulders, making her lovely breasts bounce and sway in front of him, letting him know there was nothing the least bit artificial about them. Speechless, Gus continued to stare.
This slightly perturbed Angel. Until then, every person who had been treated to her little show had responded by reaching out, holding her breasts and licking them, and she very much wanted that tradition to continue. She reached out, took one of Gus’s hands and placed it under one of the succulent globes he should already have been squeezing and stroking with his hands and tongue. Almost as a reflex, he bent down and started licking her nipple the way Angel wanted.
As if realizing what he had, and wanting more of it, Gus reached up his other hand and started fondling the other of the beautiful twins, and moving his face back and forth between them to caress both nipples with his tongue. The slight perturbation that Angel had been feeling ended, and her body squirmed in front of Gus, adding to the pleasure of both of them. Of course, this was just a preliminary, with much greater delights in store for both of them.
Smiling lewdly, Angel reached around and under Gus’s arms and started unbuttoning his shirt. When she was done he, reluctantly, released the luscious globes his tongue and hands had been worshipping, turned around to let her remove the garment, followed by peeling his undershirt up and off, leaving him totally naked. After gently stroking Gus’s stiff cock, Angel gave him further instructions.
“Now turn around because it’s your turn to finish undressing me.” When he was facing her again, she continued: “Put your hands on my hips and push my dress down the rest of the way.”
Angel’s dress puddled around her ankles, and she stepped out of it, bent over to pick it up and draped it over the chair where she had left his clothing. When she turned back to Gus, she noticed how he was staring at the way her clit strained against her French knickers, much the same as his cock had been bulging inside his underwear.
“Like I was telling you about before, this is my clit,” she informed him while patting it for emphasis. Like all women, T-girls really love to have their clits played with while they’re fucking or having any other kind of sex. When Luanne is with her boyfriend, she’ll want him to do it too. I’ll show you what I mean in a few minutes. Now, sit on the bed.”
Hoping his cock would be back in the same warm, wet cavern of pleasure it had visited far too briefly, Augustus sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread. His hopes soared when the beautiful T-girl knelt down in front of him and once again placed a forearm on his thigh while smiling and looking up at him. As she had before, Angel lowered her face while licking on the tip of the hard cock that was so eager to find its way into her mouth. Slowly, she engulfed the head, and continued to envelop the shaft, until her lips were once again being tickled by Gus’s pubic hair. Equally slowly, she raised her face, her tongue still laving his stiff cock, until just the tip was held between her soft lips, while looking adoringly at Augustus with her pretty eyes.
Angel loved the way his cock filled her mouth so well, and she wanted and intended to suck him off later. However, there was another place that she wanted it to fill first. Once again, she took Gus’s erection out of her mouth, licked the slit, and smiled at him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll suck you off and swallow your cum later, but there’s something else I want to show you first.”
Angel stood up, slid her stockings down her legs and kicked them off her feet. She turned away, and took a step toward the bureau where she kept condoms and Aqualube but, before going the rest of the way there, she looked provocatively back at Gus as he waited expectantly for her to share more pleasure with him. Still smiling, Angel hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers, pushed the garment down around her hips and bum and let it slide all the way to the floor. After stepping out of the wispy garment, she bent over and spread her cheeks, giving Gus a perfect look at where his cock would be in a matter of minutes.
With one more step, Angel was at the bureau. She opened the top drawer and withdrew the bottle of Aqualube and a plastic packet that contained a condom. Before returning, she twisted the packet open, took out the contents, and dropped the wrapper back into the drawer. Back beside the bed, she handed the bottle of lubricant to Gus and knelt in front of him again. This time, instead of licking his cock, she held the center of the latex disk against the tip and rolled the condom on all the way. With that done, Angel stood up and climbed onto the bed, piling up some pillows in the center and getting to her hands and knees over them.
“Okay, Gus. Get my pussy good and ready,” she instructed him. “Get your cock ready too.”
Although this was a new experience for him, he easily figured out what to do. After removing the cap from the bottle, he saw how the narrow tip would fit into the beautiful pink hole Angel had reached back to pull open for him. Gus knelt close behind her, pressed the end against the lovely opening and twisted it until it slipped inside.
“Oooo, that already feels good,” Angel sighed. “Lube me up really well.”
After squeezing in a big dollop of the lubricant, Gus thought for a second, and squirted another into her. He removed the bottle but was unsure what to do, until Angel gave him some more instructions.
“Put your finger in my pussy and spread the lubricant around.”
Rather gingerly, Gus did as he was told. Angel’s expressions of pleasure as his finger turned inside her and fucked in and out encouraged him, and he did as thorough a job as he could, even covering the puckered ring around the outside. With that done, he knew what to do next, and thoroughly coated his cock, noticing the molded pyramids and stars on the condom.
While Gus was preparing himself, Angel rolled onto her back, pulling a pillow under her head and resting her lower back on the pile she had erected earlier. She looked up her body at Gus and reached under her bum to spread her cheeks again, in a clear invitation to him to start fucking her there. By that time, he was just as avid as she was, and he walked toward her on his knees until the tip of his cock was pressed against the beautiful pink place where he knew it was wanted, and where he wanted it.
“Mmmm, that feels good already,” Angel murmured. “Take your time, but I want all of your nice, big cock in my pussy.”
Augustus wanted the same thing. Although he was still learning, he had very much admired the beauty of the pussy he was about to fuck. The center resembled a pink baby rosebud, and it was surrounded by puckering that faded into a lovely ivory white. He had also touched the texture of the skin that was surrounding the pink hole, and it had felt even softer and smoother than most women’s faces. As he prepared to make the first penetration, he realized Angel’s pussy would be one of the most beautiful places his cock had ever been.
It was also one of the tightest. Angel’s hands were pulling apart her cheeks for him, and he could feel the end of his cock against the small opening she was making, but it wouldn’t quite fit. He reached between the soft cheeks and pried open the adorable rosebud with the index finger and thumb of one hand. That was enough and, with one firm push, the head of his cock popped into Angel’s snug pussy. She cooed happily, and Gus could feel the muscles there already squeezing him just inside the rim. He thrust forward again, and almost an inch of his shaft slid into the place where he and Angel both wanted it. There was no longer any need for him to hold her pussy open, so he placed that hand on her soft hip.
“Ooooo, that feels good,” Angel murmured. “But help my raise my legs, and it’ll feel even better for both of us.”
“Okay. It feels great to me too. Just tell me what you want me to do.”
Rather than telling him, Angel showed him, starting to lift one of her legs. Gus saw what needed to be done, and hooked his arm under her knee and guided it so the back of her ankle rested against his shoulder. His cock was deeply enough in her tight pussy that he no longer needed to guide it so, when she started to raise her other leg, he helped that one until it rested against his other shoulder. Gus’s hands naturally went to rest against the fronts of the T-girl’s soft thighs, and he quickly found he could press on her there and gain leverage for plunging his cock more deeply into her pussy. With another gentle push, another inch of his hard shaft slid into her.
“Mmmm, yeah. You’re doing that just right. Now, give me all of that nice, big cock!”
That was what Gus wanted to do, and that was what he did. After a series of short, firm thrusts, his entire shaft was buried in the tight pussy of the lovely T-girl. He smiled as he looked down at her body, seeing her squirming in pleasure in front of him, noting how her luscious breasts swayed gently with her movements. His ears were also favored, from the happy sounds his cock was eliciting. Slowly, he pulled it most of the way out, leaving only the head buried inside Angel’s pussy and, after pausing a few seconds, he drove the entire hard cylinder back in, until his pubic hair was tickling the insides of her cheeks. She moaned blissfully, and Gus earnestly expressed his pleasure too, from the sensation of the tight muscles in her love channel massaging the entire length of his cock.
Over and over, Augustus pulled it almost all the way out, before plunging his shaft back into Angel’s tight pussy, pulling against her thighs to make sure it was embedded to the hilt. Every time she felt it surging into her, Angel fucked back to meet it, moaning from the joy his thick cock was giving her. The Aqualube was doing its job too, and there was no friction, just the exquisite pleasure from the two sensitive organs caressing each other.
Angel looked up at the face of Augustus, glad to see what a great time he was having with their coupling. It couldn’t have been as great as her time was, however. Every time his shaft drove into her pussy, it stretched the opening, sending waves of delight crashing through her body. All along its path, the thick cylinder expanded her love channel as it burrowed its way in, creating another kind of thrill that throbbed from her toes to her fingertips.
The best part of the fucking she was getting, as usual, was what the head of his cock and most of its length were doing to her prostate gland, what Angel called her rear clit. Every stroke into her pussy raked that sensitive spot with the molded pleasure bumps on the condom, sending great breakers of pleasure crashing through her, from head to toe. After less than two minutes of the deep thrusting, Angel’s body was thrashing around on the bed and her front clit was almost erect, waving back and forth against her belly.
They fucked like that for a long time, slowly, letting the pleasure build up for both of them. Her clit was hard, and Angel was ready to cum, so she reached out to take hold of it, hoping that Gus would see her and remember what she told him. He did recall her instructions on sex with T-girls, but there was a difference between then and when it was time for him to fondle and stroke her clit until the T-girl ejaculated. Then, the organ had been covered by her knickers and couldn’t actually be seen. When the time arrived for him to take it in his hand he realized that, except for being smaller, it looked exactly like his cock or that of any other man.
However, when he looked down on the T-girl in front of him, he realized that she was 100% woman, despite the similarity. No man in the world had such a beautiful face with that flawless complexion or, especially, the big succulent breasts that were dancing and swaying with her movements. Pushing aside Angel’s hand, he took her throbbing clit gently in the palm and fingers of his, and began stroking it in time with the thrusts of his hard shaft into her pussy.
“Yes! Like that! Play with my clit and fuck me good and hard,” she urged him.
Gus did as she asked, because his own climax was imminent. He could only use one hand on her thigh for leverage, but the Aqualube had fully liquefied by then, and it was working perfectly. There was no friction at all as he drove his cock in and out of Angel’s slick pussy, nothing but the tightness of her rippling muscles as they massaged his cock. Gus’s climax was welling up inside his groin, when he felt her clit jerking in his hand, and a big spurt of her semen sprayed out onto his and her bodies. He kept pumping on it at the same pace, until she ejaculated twice more, just before his own climax exploded. As Angel had done, he shot out three bursts of cum, filling his condom before he was through.
“That was wonderful, Gus. You did that just right.” Angel was generous in her praise, because it was the truth, and she wanted more sex action before curling up to sleep with the burly man.
He wanted more too, but first he wanted to lie down for a while. That was what he wanted to do, but Gus’s cock was so comfortable in Angel’s pussy that he hated the thought of pulling it out, and he didn’t know what else to do. She saw what the problem was, and knew what to do about it. Angel moved her legs so they were no longer resting on his shoulders, and let them slide down until they were resting lightly against his hips. She reached up with her right hand and started to push on his side, while turning her body in the direction, hoping he would get the hint.
He did, and slowly fell to the side, while Angel rolled in the same direction. They ended up lying on their sides, face to face, but Gus’s cock slipped out of her pussy when they landed. She didn’t mind that, because the next place Angel wanted it was in her mouth, and she rolled over onto her back to rest before continuing. Gus turned onto his back also, and they lay side by side for a few minutes until Angel turned her face to Gus and smiled lewdly.
“That’s one of the ways T-girls like to make love. Now I’ll show you another way.”
Angel sat up and got to her knees, with her head leaning over the cock that had given her pussy so much fun and produced such a great orgasm. Carefully, so she didn’t pull any pubic hair, she rolled the condom off and reached out to set it on the mattress, as far away from them as she could. With that taken care of, she held the shaft gently in her fingers and started licking the semen from it. Gus’s cock had partially softened after cumming, but it started becoming stiff again as her agile tongue stroked it.
One of Angel’s favorite parts of sucking a cock is feeling the velvety texture of the head against her tongue, which is why she almost always starts to take one into her mouth by licking there in concentric circles. Angel started like that with Gus, moving slowly until her lips encompassed the head, and she probed the tip of her tongue against the slit, before lowering her face farther. As her mouth engulfed the shaft, which was then fully erect, Angel’s tongue caressed its entire length, reveling in the feel of the smooth skin stretched tightly over its hard roundness. She didn’t stop enveloping Gus’s cock until the tip pressed against the back of her throat, and she stayed like that and continued the gentle laving.
Augustus was tremendously enjoying what Angel’s mouth was doing for him, and she was also providing a visual treat for him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, certainly the best looking to ever have sex with him. As she started slowly bobbing her head and sucking his cock in and out of her mouth, her breasts swayed with her movements. Gus reached down and gently cupped one in his hand, and he fondled them both in turn, before letting that same hand caress her belly and side and hip. Her skin was soft and creamy and flawless, even more than that of any other woman his hands had ever even touched.
In particular, he thought about the skin surrounding the puckered area of Angel’s pussy, and how soft and smooth that had been, and his questing fingers moved to the insides of her cheeks to caress her there. With the residue of leftover Aqualube, it felt even smoother, until his fingertips wandered inward to where the puckering began, and from there to the tight pink hole that had given his cock such a fabulous time a few minutes earlier.
Her lips had started slowly stroking up and down on his cock, and Angel knew what she wanted Gus to do next, but her mouth was having too much fun to interrupt herself and tell him. Hoping he would take the hint this time, although not sure that would happen, she swung her leg over him until her pussy was at the perfect angle for him to start plunging his finger in and out and her clit would be in the best position, once it had become erect again, for him to stroke it. For a few seconds nothing happened, and Angel considered briefly taking Gus’s cock out of her mouth to tell him what she wanted him to do.
Although sometimes a bit slow on the uptake, Augustus wasn’t stupid. He was aware that, twice already that evening, Angel had acted in a certain way and expected him to respond, and he had been slow to do what she wanted. Gus realized that she was sending him another message, and it looked as if it was that she wanted to 69 with him, but he didn’t quite believe that. She couldn’t reasonably expect him to lick her pussy, especially covered with the Aqualube as it was, and her clit was too far away for him to suck on, even if he might have been willing to do that.
Abruptly, he realized what she wanted, and slid the middle finger of his right hand into the still lubricated hole that had been so hospitable to his cock. Realizing that one finger was too thin to really do the job, he pulled it back out, twined his index and middle fingers together, and put that larger combination back where he was sure it was wanted. Within seconds, he was thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy in the same tempo as her mouth was caressing his hard shaft.
Angel quivered with delight at what was starting to happen to her pussy. Gus’s cock, especially with the condom’s pleasure bumps raking her rear clit, had felt better than his fingers, but his hard shaft sliding in and out of her mouth more than made up the difference. She cooed happily and continued bobbing her head while her clit started to stiffen. Everything that was happening was too much fun to be hurried, so she sucked his cock slowly in and out of her mouth. After a few more minutes, she started fucking back to meet the fingers that were plunging into her pussy.
It was a lot of fun for Gus too, and Angel’s lips and tongue were giving his cock a better time than any other mouth in his experience. It had been fun when she had knelt before him, but it was even better when the edge of his horniness had been removed, and he could enjoy a long, slow blow job. Her beautiful pussy, less than a foot from his face, made it even better. She had truly lovely hips and thighs, and the carnal delights were even better after she started thrusting back and meeting the twined fingers he was plunging in and out of her. He could also see that her clit was starting to stiffen, so he reached out to take hold of it and gently pump it with his other hand, keeping time with his fingers and Angel’s mouth. He wanted to give Angel as much pleasure as he could, and without her having to ask for it.
The sex that night with Angel was the best he had ever gotten from any woman, even one who had been born female. Her pussy had been the tightest in his experience and she was better at sucking his cock than any other woman he had ever been with. He wished he would have been able to stay overnight and have more fun in the morning, but he knew he would have to leave after their next climaxes. If his sister turned out to be anything like the beautiful blonde T-girl in bed with him, he actually envied her future sex partners.
Angel was having a great time too, especially since Augustus had started stroking her clit. It quickly became fully erect, but she knew it would still be a long time before her orgasm, and she hoped it would be preceded by a big mouthful of Gus’s cum for her to savor and swallow. There was no hurry about that, though, and she was reveling in the way his cock squeezed between her lips, stuffing her mouth and touching the back of her throat, until she opened herself up there and let it slide in even more deeply. Her tongue was enjoying itself just as much as the rest of her mouth, as it caressed the smooth skin that was wrapped so tightly around the hard cylinder that was his cock.
For a long time, with no need for Gus to speak and no way for Angel to say anything, they pleasured each other, while their respective climaxes steadily drew closer. When she felt his cock starting to throb inside her mouth, Angel knew her partner was almost ready to cum, and she tightened her lips and began sucking with shorter strokes. Although she loved giving deep throat, she was more concerned that Augustus might climax suddenly and ejaculate directly down her throat, thereby depriving her of the pleasure she wanted to get from the flavor of his semen and from swirling it around in her mouth to enjoy its texture.
Augustus knew his climax was imminent also. “I’m getting ready to cum,” he told her.
She still couldn’t speak, but Angel responded by tightening her lips and sucking with faster and even shorter strokes. She changed the position of her tongue so his semen would land directly on it when Gus ejaculated. After a few dozen more strokes, his cock started jerking and, seconds later, the first gush of the thick fluid squirted out exactly where she wanted it. Angel left the cum where it was and kept stroking with her lips. Two more spurts filled her mouth, but she continued sucking for another minute, until she was sure that Gus had no more of the viscous treat for her.
Usually, Angel would have licked all the cum from the cock that had just given her such a good mouthful, but she was so close to her own orgasm that she had to delay that particular pleasure. The delicious semen in her mouth, combined with the way Augustus was plunging his fingers into her pussy and stroking her clit at the same pace as she had sucked him off, had brought her to within seconds of cumming.
Gus knew it too, from the way her clit was throbbing in his hand, and he started pumping it even faster while his fingers fucked in and out of her pussy at the faster pace. Angel fucked back to meet his pleasuring movements until a great flood of bliss welled up inside her and she climaxed, ejaculating on Gus’s hand and belly. He knew there would be more, and he continued stroking and fucking with his fingers until another gusher of Angel’s semen spurted out.
They stayed like that for a few minutes until Angel sought the cum that still covered the outside of Augustus’s cock and filled the inside. It was starting to soften and some of his semen was oozing out of the slit, so she started by licking that off. Her tongue continued licking the rest of his shaft until she had gotten it all and was ready to go after what was still inside. With her thumb against the underside and her fingers opposite, she brought her hand toward her mouth, squeezing out the cum and catching it on her tongue. When she was satisfied she had gotten it all, Angel swirled it inside her mouth relishing the taste and the texture, before letting it slide down her throat.
After her two orgasms and the mouthful of cum from Augustus, Angel was ready to call it a night. After resting a few minutes, she got up to take the used condom to the bathroom, flushed it away and quickly took care of a few other personal needs. Still naked and feeling great about the night’s sex, she returned to the bedroom, where she saw Gus starting to get dressed.
“Wouldn’t you rather stay here tonight? We can sleep together nude and have more fun in the morning,” she suggested.
Angel really loved having her Friday night sex partners stay overnight with her, so they could enjoy some leisurely Saturday morning fun, including showering together and sometimes having her pussy eaten. This would be followed by brunch in a nearby restaurant, and sometimes more sex back in her flat.
“I’d love to Angel. I’d love nothing better, but I really have to get home. My sister is waiting up for me, and I don’t want her to worry about me or be disappointed when I don’t show up. It was great tonight, and I really want to get together with you some more, and sleep over then, but not tonight.”
Angel understood, and she told him so. She was disappointed, but she would certainly not insist, especially when there was a new T-girl who was depending on Gus. “Say hello to Luanne for me. I hope I can meet her some time.”
“I’ll do that, and I think she’s like to meet you too.”
While Gus was getting dressed, Angel covered her nakedness with a robe. After he was through, and had relieved himself in the bathroom, she walked him to the door, opened it and looked out into the hallway. There was nobody there, so they hugged and kissed warmly and said their goodnights, before he walked down the hall to the lift. When she slept by herself, Angel usually wore a frilly, feminine nightie, and she put on an aqua babydoll, straightened out the bed and climbed in, to quickly fall asleep.
In the morning, she felt a brief flash of disappointment at being alone in bed, until Angel recalled the night before. She smiled and thought about Augustus and Luanne, and hoped the advice she had given to him to be passed along to her would be helpful. Although she would miss the very pleasant Saturday morning sex, Angel considered her sacrifice to be worth it, if she could help a fellow T-girl through a difficult transition.
She would also miss the company of a man at the brunch buffet she would indulge in at the local restaurant where she went every Saturday morning. That thought reminded her of an idea that had passed through her mind the previous week. When she went to brunch in the company of a man, the manager was strictly business, which was to be expected. However, on those occasions when she went there alone, he was quite openly flirtatious, sometimes even coming to her table with a flower he filched from the centerpiece on one of the other tables.
A week earlier, she had thought about a possible rendezvous with him and what it would be like, and if such a thing would even be possible. He might be all talk and no action, or he might be married, although he didn’t wear a wedding ring. In keeping with Angel’s very firm policy, his being married would eliminate him as a potential sex partner. He almost certainly didn’t know of her status as a T-girl, and he might be repelled by that. On the positive side, he was about forty years old, large and burly, and he appeared to be hairy-chested, all qualities Angel found to be highly appealing. That morning, since she would be going there by herself, would be a good time to find out more about his potential. There was no such thing, Angel reasoned, as having too many available sex partners.
After her shower, in which she concentrated on thoroughly washing her pussy, Angel put on her sexiest matching under garments, including stockings, and covered them with a short, tight green skirt and a low-cut, light green blouse that showed as much cleavage as she could manage. If she was going fishing, she wanted the lure to be as tempting and to look as available as she could manage. That included using her brightest red lipstick, the shade described by the manufacturer as “Scarlet.” Wanting to be fully prepared, Angel made sure the contents of her purse included a small bottle of Aqualube and a selection of condoms of different sizes. With all in readiness, the questing T-girl left her flat and walked down the hall to the lift and rode it to the lobby.
She had ridden in the lift by herself and there was nobody in the lobby either, which was fine with Angel. Although not secretive about her sexual escapades, she also did not want to become the subject of gossip among other tenants in the block of flats. There were a few people on the street and, as usual, Angel felt good about the way the men all stared at her, appreciating her lovely face and hair and figure and long legs. She no longer needed to have her femininity validated; she was long past that, but Angel still enjoyed the sometimes concealed envy of women and the overt admiration of men..
That morning, the man who admired her more than any other was Peter Chambers, the manager of the restaurant. When he saw Angel enter by herself, he waited a minute and, when no man followed her inside, he hurried over to greet her, because he knew where he wanted her to be seated if she really was alone.
“Good morning, Angel. By yourself this morning?” As he spoke, his hand was lightly on her back, ushering her to that table he had been saving for her, partly concealed by some plants, so it was the most private one in the restaurant. He had been expecting the young beauty but, had she been accompanied by a man as was usually the case, he would have let them find their own table.
“That’s right, Peter. Sometimes it just happens that way.” She smiled at him, even friendlier than she usually was.
He held her chair for Angel, peeking down her blouse at the delightful cleavage that he didn’t know had been put on display especially for him. “Anything I can do for you Angel, anything at all, just let me know.” Peter went to a neighboring table and plucked a red rose from the vase.
“A beautiful posy for you, Angel, but one not half so beautiful as you,” he said as he handed the blossom to his favorite patron.
“Yes, I would like to ask you for something, but not just yet. Thank you for the rose, Petey.”
He left, thinking about the affectionate name she had just called him, which gave him a pleasant feeling. Angel went to the steam table to help herself to cheese omelet and bangers and toasted sweet French bread with small packets of marmalade. She poured herself a large mug of coffee from the big steel urn, added cream and sugar, and carried her tray to her table, where she took her time and ate heartily. With her plate cleaned, Angel went to the cold table for fresh fruit, making sure to select the largest banana there, and refilled her coffee mug. When she returned to her table, Peter was sitting across from where she had been. He stood up when she approached, and sat down again after she was seated.
“Well, Angel, have you decided what you want me to do for you?”
She took a sip of her coffee. “I have, but I’m not sure you’ll want to do it.”
“You know I would do anything for you.” He meant it too. Peter would have done anything for the beautiful young woman, including climbing the mythical highest mountain or swimming the hypothetical deepest sea.
“Do you really mean that?” As she spoke, Angel completely removed the peeling from the large banana, held it in her fingers and thrust it deeply into her mouth. A second later, she pulled it back out again, caressing its smooth, white length with her lips. She repeated the suggestive display four more times, except that she held the fruit stationary and moved her face back and forth. Angel was silent, but kept looking straight at Peter with her beautiful blue eyes and let her actions speak for her.
The amorous restaurant manager stared at the long white cylinder sliding in and out between Angel’s luscious red lips. He had lusted for the beautiful blonde from the first time he saw her, especially since she usually came to the restaurant on Saturday mornings with a man, whom he correctly believed had shared her bed the night before. Angel was so lovely, he yearned to be that man one of those times and, preferably, all of them. He knew little about her, except that she was young and beautiful and, apparently, rather promiscuous. The fact that her partners were always about his age or even older had given him a miniscule spark of hope he might be the one with her one day, but watching as she smiled at him and pretended to suck off a banana was giving him infinitely more .
Angel took the firm, white fruit out of her mouth and licked all around the tip with full strokes of her tongue. She held it lightly in her fingers, just touching her lips while she smiled around it at the man across the table. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked.
“Pretty doesn’t half describe you. Beautiful or gorgeous or lovely or stunning come closer, but even those words aren’t enough. I would say you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, and that even includes a couple of cinema stars.”
“Thank you, Petey. A girl likes to be appreciated. But, did you know that I’m a T-girl?”
“A what?”
“A T-girl. A transsexual. I was born a boy, but I knew it was a mistake, so I took treatments and changed myself into a girl and grew up to be a woman.”
Peter realized what Angel had just told him and was astounded at the news, but not dismayed. “I find that hard to believe, Angel. You look too pretty and too feminine.”
“Well, it’s the truth. The men you may have seen me come in here with could all tell you that. They wouldn’t, because they’re gentlemen, but they would if I asked them to.”
“Oh, I believe you. It’s just that, well, I have known a couple of women who were transsexuals, and you look nothing like they do. One of them used to work here. She was nice enough, but kind of clumsy and homely. She certainly didn’t look anything like you.”
“Well, maybe I’m just lucky about my looks. Believe me, though, I’m all woman, except for one thing.” As she spoke, Angel placed her hand against her clit, which had become partially erect during the conversation, and was creating a bulge in her tight miniskirt. The gesture was lost on Peter, because he wasn’t able to see her through the table.
“And,” she continued. “I like to do the things that other women like, but sometimes in different ways.” To let Peter know exactly what she meant, Angel slipped the banana back into her mouth, and stroked it between her lips a few more times, this time deep-throating its entire eight inch length.
Although the table they were sharing was the most intimate one in the room, it was certainly not private enough for what Angel was obviously implying. He thought about his tiny office. It was the only place in the restaurant where they could have any kind of privacy and, if his cock was going to replace that banana in Angel’s mouth, that would be the place they would have to go. There wouldn’t be enough room to fuck, but there would be enough for him to sit on his swivel chair while she sucked him off, and that was what she was suggesting.
“Angel, have you ever seen my office?”
“No, I haven’t. Where is it?”
“Would you like to see it? It’s right over there.” As he pointed to the door, Peter quickly cast his eyes around. Nobody was paying any attention to the corner of the room where they were, and the door to the office was just a few feet away. He preferred that nobody see him go there with a female customer, but he had become so sexually aroused by the interplay between Angel and the banana that he would have taken her there even if everybody in the room and the street outside had been videotaping them.
“Yes, I think I’d like to see your…office.” From her wink and her grin, it was obvious that Angel had other things in mind than inspecting the property.
Angel smiled again, more lewdly this time, and let Peter see her licking her tongue slowly all around her lips. She stood up and left the ersatz cock on her plate, looking forward to having it replaced with the real thing in a matter of minutes. Peter hurriedly looked around again and still saw nobody paying any attention to either him or Angel. He quickly strode the few feet to the door of the office, pulled it open and held it for his beautiful guest. She stepped around the table, picked up her purse, and also looked around the room they would be leaving, before hurrying over to join him.
When the restaurant had been opened, and the furniture and decorations had been put in place, the entrance to the office had deliberately been screened off by plants. Later, since there was space being wasted, their small table and two matching chairs had been placed nearby, and it looked to Peter as if that was going to turn out to be a fortuitous coincidence.
There would have been no reason for the door to have been locked during the business day, and it hadn’t been but, as soon as Peter and Angel were inside the small room and the lights had been turned on, he made sure to secure it behind them. The office was only about six feet square, with the same linoleum tile floor as the main room of the restaurant. Most of the space was taken up by a small metal desk and filing cabinet against the wall across from the door, and there was a padded swivel chair turned as if its occupant had just gotten up and stepped out the exit. Still smiling, but even more lewdly than before, Angel indicated the chair..
“Sit down, Petey. Make yourself comfortable.” As she spoke, she kicked off her pumps, taking her own advice.
Having no problem being directed by a woman who, he expected, was about to give him what he believed would be a memorable blow job, he sat, with his legs apart. Angel quickly got to her knees between them, still smiling and gazed up at his face. She started by removing his shoes and socks. When Peter’s feet were bare, Angel leaned forward and unbuckled his belt, unhooked the waistband of his slacks and unzipped the fly. He raised his ass from the chair and she pulled the pants down and all the way off and set them aside.
Angel would have been able to suck off Peter without removing any of her clothing, but she likes to be comfortable, and she likes to show off her breasts. She had been wearing her sheer blouse casually over the waistband of her skirt, and she quickly unbuttoned it, shrugged out of it, and tossed it on top of Peter’s pants. Still smiling, she held the cups of her bra in place with one hand and reached behind her back and unhooked the clasp with the other, in preparation for the little show she likes to put on for all her new sex partners.
Angel straightened up, with her shoulders back and her chest thrust out. Simultaneously, with the bra still held in one hand, she spread her arms wide apart, exposing her succulent breasts. To emphasize that the lovely globes were all real, she rolled her shoulders, making them dance and sway in front of the man in the chair.
Once again, Peter stared, enraptured, at the beautiful T-girl. He might possibly have seen better looking breasts on magazine gatefolds or in films, but he had never seen a live pair that were as gorgeous as the ones on display for him less than two feet away. When he reached out and hefted them in his hands, they felt full and vibrant and the nipples, when he touched them with his thumbs, were rigid. Enjoying the attentions, Angel moved in closer, and he leaned forward to lick them. The hard pink nubbins felt at least as good to his tongue as they had in his hands or against his thumbs. Although licking them was pleasurable in the extreme, his cock was loudly clamoring for a chance to experience what Angel’s long, white banana had. Peter sat back in his chair, only to raise his ass again to let Angel pull his shorts down and off around his feet. She was naked above her waist, and he was equally bare below his.
With Peter’s mouth no longer caressing her nipples, Angel backed slightly away, leaned forward to rest her elbows lightly on his thighs and gently held his shaft in the fingers of one hand. It was fully erect, of course, after what he had seen and done and knew was about to happen. Moving her face closer, she paused with her lips just above his cock and stuck out her tongue to touch the tip. After that first contact, she slowly brought her mouth closer, while licking the head in concentric circles. As she always did, Angel loved the texture under her face, like velvet, and the slit on the end of the hard cock. Her tongue kept caressing them as she lowered her face, until the head had been engulfed. After that, she got busy licking ahead of her lips, and she continued until Peter’s cock was deeply inside her mouth.
When she felt the head pressing against the back of her throat, Angel stopped enveloping the hard shaft. She had long since gotten over gagging when touched by a cock there, thanks to early practice on cooked sausages and plenty of experience with the real thing since then. Later, she would open her throat and take in its entire length, as she had with the banana, until her lips were being tickled by Peter’s pubic hair but, for the time being, she stopped short of that. Not only was her mouth pleasurably filled, Angel’s tongue took great joy in laving the hard cylinder that felt so good under its attentions.
Still keeping her eyes focused on Peter’s face, enjoying the grimaces of pleasure that flickered across it, Angel slowly raised her face, removing her mouth from around his cock until just the head remained between her lips. She held it there, her tongue fondling the velvety mushroom shape and probing against the slit. After a few seconds of this, Angel slowly lowered her face until the tip of the cock was pressing against the back of her throat again. As always, especially with somebody new, the first few strokes of her mouth were slow as she accustomed herself to the new tenant, who would be paying for his occupancy by providing her with a mouthful of delicious cum.
To Peter, it was one of the greatest sexual thrills of his life, and he slid forward on the chair, wanting to give Angel as much freedom to move around as she might want. He got another benefit from his change in position. From that angle, he had a great view of her lovely features as his cock went in and out, the most erotic sight in his experience. The beautiful face, with creamy-white skin and big, blue eyes looking adoringly at him, was slowly bobbing up and down taking his erect cock between her scarlet lips and deeply into her mouth. Not only was he treated to that vision, he could also see Angel’s lovely breasts swaying gently as her head and body moved. His visual delights got even better. Angel’s hands had been caressing his balls and his crotch and the insides of his thighs, but then they went to her waist, unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, and pushed it down to the floor.
The cock gliding in and out of Angel’s mouth was hard as it could be, but no harder than her own clit. Usually, she prefers that her sex partner stroke her there with his hands until she cums, but that would not have been physically possible that morning, with the limited space. After pushing her skirt down, she raised her knees, one at a time from the floor, and slid the garment under them and down and off around her feet, leaving it piled with the other clothing. That left her wearing nothing but her stockings and sheer French knickers, which could scarcely contain her erect clit.
She cautiously slid her hands inside the last garment to hold the rigid organ out of the way, and peeled the waistband of her knickers down until her clit was sticking out above it. Once she could do so safely, Angel pushed her lingerie down her legs and pulled it off the same way as she had removed her skirt, leaving herself virtually naked. While she concentrated on her disrobing, Angel’s mouth had been holding Peter’s cock stationary but, once she was naked, her head resumed its bobbing up and down, drawing the hard shaft in and out, as she stroked her clit at the same pace. It was a slow pace, for she was in no hurry, and wanted to make the pleasure last as long as possible.
Angel succeeded admirably in that aim. She made no effort to keep track, but she knew she took Petey’s cock in and out of her mouth thousands of times, and stroked her clit just as often, while a mountain of pleasure built up for both of them. Although she couldn’t say anything, with her mouth being constantly crammed so pleasantly full, her murmurs of pleasure were audible to the man she was sucking off. He had no need to speak, but his soft moans and whimpers of extreme pleasure said it for him, as did the way his body writhed blissfully on his swivel chair.
Ever since the first time he saw her, Peter had been lusting for the beautiful, sexy young blonde, with no real hope of ever being even noticed by her but, on that most glorious of mornings, she knelt before him, sucking him off and masturbating herself for nearly an hour. Although Angel’s mouth caressed his cock slowly, making their mutual joy last for a long time, the pleasure she was giving him was so exquisite that he finally reached a point where the mountain was at its highest and he knew his climax was only moments away.
“I’m almost ready to cum, Angel,” he told her. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”
She had felt his cock start throbbing against her lips and against her laving tongue, so Angel also knew his climax would happen within a minute. Relishing the feel of the hard shaft in her mouth so much, she didn’t want to interrupt what she was doing, Angel signaled “OK” to him with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. There were mishaps she wanted to avoid, so Angel changed her strokes. No longer did she take the tip of Peter’s cock down her throat and massage it with the muscles there, because she didn’t want him to ejaculate suddenly and deprive her of fully relishing the flavor and texture of his cum.
Angel tightened her lips for almost the same reason; she didn’t want any of his semen leaking out and being wasted. She sucked his cock faster too, so eager was she to get the mouthful of Petey’s juices she felt she had earned. In less than a minute of the faster and different strokes, she felt the cock in her mouth jerking and, seconds later, the first big gob of cum landed perfectly on her tongue. It was delicious and, as she savored the taste, she continued sucking, wanting to get everything the man had for her.
To Peter, the sensations he was feeling were even more Heravenly than they had been. Angel’s tight lips rippling along the length of his shaft sent even stronger currents of pleasure crashing through his body. He could feel his climax boiling up inside him, as a volcano, until it erupted, his buttocks clenching, as he shot his cum up into the mouth that wanted it so much. Angel didn’t stop sucking, but kept going until he had ejaculated twice more and, even after that she continued, until she was sure that no more of his semen would be forthcoming. As he watched through narrowed eyes, with a smile of utter bliss across his face, Angel removed his cock from her mouth, holding it upright so none of the cum would be squeezed out and wasted.
Angel’s mouth treated Petey’s cock and the semen it produced the same as she treated that of Gus the previous night, and that of all the other men that she had sucked off. After swirling it in her mouth to relish the taste and texture and swallowing the last droplet of cum that he had to offer, Angel continued stroking her clit. Faster and faster her hand moved and, after the sexual delight of Petey’s cock, especially his delicious cum, a rush of intense pleasure welled up inside her. Angel climaxed, ejaculating onto the floor but, as her mouth had done minutes before, her hand continued until two more bursts of semen shot out, and these landed on the linoleum tile.
After hers and Peter’s great orgasms, Angel leaned back against her heels, licking her lips and smiling up at him. The look on her face was genuine, because she had so very much enjoyed everything about their encounter that morning, and hoped to have more of them, and soon. Her pussy, in particular, felt left out of the fun, and wanted its share. Angel hoped she knew how to get it, although it wouldn’t be that morning.
“That was wonderful, Angel,” Peter enthused. “You are the most incredible woman I have ever met.” He was completely sincere in his compliments, regardless of any difference between her and other women of his experience.
“I’m glad you liked it. I had a lot of fun too, but I hope it’s not over.”
“I hope so too, but I don’t think I’m up to anything more right now. Besides that, I really have to get back to work.”
“I don’t mean right now. You don’t work all weekend, do you?”
“Today, up until Five PM.” He realized what she might have been suggesting, and asked an important question. “Do you live near here?”
“Yes, I do.” Angel got to her feet, naked except for the stockings that had slipped nearly down to her ankles. “I’ll give you the address before I go.” While bending over to pick up her knickers, she reached back and spread her cheeks wide, giving the gentleman a look at the pussy where she hoped and expected to get his cock that evening. “And this is what will be waiting for you,” she added, rather unnecessarily.
Peter noted its creamy white and pink beauty, and shared her desire. He had watched Angel stroking her clit to an orgasm while she was sucking on his cock and licking off all his cum, and hoped she would let him take care of that for her while they were fucking. He also hoped she would let him lick her pussy, as he would want to eat any other woman before plunging his cock into her. The fact that her clit had a superficial resemblance to a man’s primary sex organ would not deter him in the least, but he did hope she would wash herself carefully before giving him a chance to apply his tongue to her pussy.
After Angel had pulled her stockings back up and she and Peter had gotten dressed again, she wrote her address, including her apartment number, on a sheet from a message pad that she picked up from the desk. Peter pocketed it and promised he would be there, a promise he would have battled dragons to keep. They kissed au revoir, and Angel left the office and walked up to the cashier to pay the guest check she had stashed in her purse. Having taken care of that obligation, she left for her flat, where she would begin the preparations for their evening tryst.
THE END OF CHAPTER TEN