I stood nervously on the dark cobblestone alley street, in front of the unmarked door, running through the possibilities in my head, speaking under my breath. I was thinking of all the events that led me to this moment – the perverted path I had gone down.

This is it. This is finally happening. No turning back now. Dear god, no turning back now.

xxxxx

I was a slender, average sized, average height man of my late twenties, and had recently been exploring my sexuality and its nuanced depth. I considered myself straight growing up, and still did to an extent, but the title had become blurred in unforeseen ways. Since meeting my wife years ago, a proud bisexual woman who had been with partners of both sexes, she had slowly introduced me to explore the limits of what I found arousing as we grew more intimate over time.

“So – would you ever date a man? Has the idea ever occurred to you?” She would ask.

“No. I mean, I don’t think so. I haven’t thought too much about it. Honestly it hasn’t occurred as a possibility – I just love female companionship in a partner. I’m just intensely attracted to femininity.”

“What about threesomes? Would you ever want a threesome with another man?”

I paused a little longer at that statement. “I’m open to it. Now that I think about it, I do enjoy gangbang porn very much.”

She smiled, and pressed further. “What about sucking a cock? Just purely sex. Do you like cock?”

I paused even longer, then responded. “Hmmm. My gut reaction was to say ‘of course not’, but I realize that is an ingrained bias. I don’t know if I had thought about if I would actually enjoy handling another cock. I will honestly say I enjoy a nice, thick cock in the porn I watch. It turns me on to see a woman get fucked hard with a great cock. I appreciate everything about them, and when I think about it, I do have porn stars cocks I visually like and dislike in an erotic sense. I guess that means I at least don’t mind cock, or am not opposed to it. Do I want to actually suck one though and would I enjoy it as much as sucking a clit? I’m honestly not sure.”

“Just think about it. Open your horizons – you might find a new experience you really like, and you could be missing out. I know that was the case for me. The first time I actually sucked on another woman’s pussy was one of my favorite moments. Hey! Maybe try some transgendered porn. I actually love getting off on it from time to time. You know – shemales. Transsexuals. Chicks with dicks! Those terms are outdated since in reality they are very much women in all regards. No different, other than some choosing to keep their little surprise down there between their legs. Being a woman doesn’t mean you have to have a pussy. And if you’re attracted to women, maybe that means you would like a woman with one of those nice cocks you appreciate. At the very least it’s trying something new!”

I had blushed at that and laughed it away, saying I’d consider it. I very much did agree with her view of transgendered women, but didn’t seriously entertain the idea of sexual pleasure from the new experience of those that kept their cocks. Often times when I happened to see a video advertised, I had been turned off by masculine features in the women. But I wasn’t supposed to considering it if there was truly someone I was attracted to. That conversation had been over a year ago – and consider it I did. Very much so.

Whenever I had stumbled upon a shemale video in the past, I had just instinctually scrolled passed, being a little jarred by it. I think the label scared me, thinking of them wrongly as men with makeup. But weeks after our conversation, I had thought over what we talked about, and a shemale video had come up online as recommended during one of my porn viewing sessions – a solo masturbation video, with a cute Brazilian woman with what looked like a decent uncut cock – and that time I didn’t scroll by so fast.

“What the hell”, I thought at the time, hand on my semi-hard cock, still a little ways off from orgasm, searching for something I was aroused by. A few seconds later after hitting play, I realized that the woman in the video wasn’t just cute – she just was goddamn gorgeous. Legitimately stunning. A minute later, I found myself admiring her cock as she clutched it for the camera, and found my own dick in my hand unconsciously filling hard with blood, leading to an erection threatening to burst from my grasp. Surprised at the arousal, I started to stroke, slowly and rhythmically as I watched her do the same.

Her cock was gigantic, a trunk of massive girth and enormous length. It rose up as a mast at full sail, veins glistening on the side, pulsing with every stroke. The uncut foreskin was peeled back, revealing a beautifully rounded head, glistening in the light with precum. I could almost smell the musk and sweat through the screen. The woman was biting her lip, writhing in ecstasy, slowing down her thrusts on the massive rod, trying to hold off the orgasm. I watched in open minded amazement, becoming aware of my similarly rock hard member in my hand, and also found myself slowing down, unbelievably reaching the edge of my orgasm quickly.

I could not deny what my body felt – I was intensely aroused by her curvy, feminine figure, plump erotic lips, beautiful green eyes, exposed anus puckering in welcoming enticement, begging to be penetrated, and most of all, the titanic penis she gripped in ecstasy. In a sudden moment, she let go of her thick cock, curled her toes, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, and I was transfixed on the rigid shaft as it began to quiver.

In that moment, a rope of hot semen shot out, cum reaching high and wide, spraying the scene in a shower of white rain. The rope was thick, wide, and sprayed like a hose. Again, the geyser shot off, going even higher this time, unbelievably far, and again, and again. The cum was soaking her body, the pillow, ran down her shaft, over her engorged twitching testicles and scrotum, dripping down her shaven tan thigh, covering her puckering asshole.

Suddenly I felt orgasm hit me like a truck. I came harder than I ever had before. My cock, thick in my hands as a bat, pulsated in pure ecstasy as I could barely keep my eyes open, toes curling in untold pleasure. My semen shot out like a rocket, coating my keyboard, soaking my legs and covering my hands in a warm sticky wetness.

I breathed deep, and smiled. I had discovered my new perversion – a hidden desire for beautiful, seductive, sexy women, who secretly lacked any sort of pussy. No clitoris was to be found, no labia. Vaginal openings were unwanted, lacking this gigantic, thick display of pleasure. I now desired women who had this hidden package, this gender-defying mound of flesh. I wanted to see hard, thick cock on these women. I needed to see their testicles rise and fall in spasms as they unloaded their secret fluid, and watch their thick shafts orgasm out, hard and long, as mine did, wet, dirty, and messy. This was a new sensation I didn’t know existed, and desired more than ever.

xxxxx

Months passed, and my obsession grew. Whenever I watched porn, I found myself warming up with traditional anal porn, seeing a woman penetrated in her forbidden puckering slit, ass large and overwhelming. Then when my excitement increased from seeing these women dominated, I would click into a video of a gorgeous shemale masturbating. I began calling them my cock goddesses, worshiping their bodies while they grabbed their penises in along with me. I imagined grabbing them by the legs, rubbing my cock on theirs, then after they came, using their semen as lubrication on my own dick, lathering their assholes, and penetrating them deep and hard, their cock still erect, front and center in my view, slamming against my stomach. The fantasy was overwhelming.

After admitting it to my wife after our routine sex one evening, while discussing our various kinks during pillow talk afterwards, she became very aroused at my taboo fantasies. The thought of me grabbing and sucking a cock from another women made her drip with anticipation and lust.

During our next session of passionate fucking, she let me role play during intercourse with her large realistic dick-shaped dildo, veins outlined and all, putting my own cock to shame. She would rub it against my hard shaft in a simulated frot, stroking up and down, squeezing every inch of my shaft against it. Telling me it was her cock she had grown, she started jerking us off together, one hand with two dicks. “Do you like my cock against yours, baby?” She would whisper to me. “You’re so fucking perverted. Do you love feeling my dick squeeze against yours, sharing our cocks? You love this cock, don’t you. You love my hard, thick fucking girl-cock. You pretend like you love pussy on other girls, but really you worship my large, thick penis. Yes, you crave it. My cock is all that matters. Oh god, I want you to cover my dick in your cum. Cum on me, baby. I want you to spray all over my cock!”

My orgasms had been intense from these episodes, arousing me subconsciously beyond belief at the twisted fantasy of rubbing my erection against her imaginary engorged penis. After I had shot my thick load over her hand and her realistic dildo, I would run my hand up and down the fake phallus, painting every inch of it with my cum. I pretended to jerk off her cock with my warm cum lube, grasping it hard, ordering her to shoot her load into me. “Fuck, baby, your cock is so huge. It’s so fucking thick and hard. Yes, you like it when I cum on your cock like that? I want you to shoot your cum onto me. I want your girl-cum all over me. Fucking shoot it on my face, let me feel it!”

She would then climax hard while rubbing her clit during these role plays, shaking uncontrollably afterwards, aroused with the image of me secretly worshipping her fake penis. The idea of me defying my traditional sexual urges turned her on beyond belief, as well as me, and admitting it with these sessions became liberating. It became a routine habit of our bedroom fucking – an ending to our normal intercourse I never explicitly asked for, but secretly hoped for every time she invited me to bed. And boy, did she invite me to bed often after that.

The days passed, and our sex lives had started to excite me, giving me energy and happiness during the day I didn’t know existed. I found myself getting longer sleep, energized for work in the morning. I would smile more than I had in the past, finding little things throughout my day more entertaining and wonderful. I would hug my wife closer and deeper, truly appreciating her wonderful feminine frame, large hips an thick, muscular ass. Her smile, lips thick, full and sensual, turned me on alone. Scared that this fetish would have made me disregard women, I found the opposite to be true – women in all their glory were more attractive than ever. Minus the one, small detail between their legs.

Finally, when my birthday came around, rather than inviting me to the bedroom in another simulated taboo fantasy fucking, she instead handed me an envelope.

“What is this? You know I didn’t ask for any gifts. You shouldn’t have.”

She smiled. “Open it. It was a lot of work to get this arranged – I had to pull a lot of strings. It has taken honestly way longer to arrange this than I thought. But I think it’s all going to be worth the effort. Truly incredible. You’re going to enjoy this birthday surprise.”

My heart skipped a beat in strange anticipation, wondering what she meant by that. What was it that had to be arranged? What possibly could surprise me? I had a deep voice within me screaming for what I hoped it could be, but I thought it impossible. I opened the letter, nervously, to see a rather nondescript card, unlabeled. Opening it up, in flowing script, it read:

Your reservation has been confirmed. Please report to 1525 Barker Lane at 10:00 PM sharp this Saturday evening, side entrance. Please arrive on time and prepared for your reservation. Cancellations are non-negotiable. We look forward to hosting you.

I turned over the card again, looking for more information, but it was blank. What was this, a spa visit? Confused and intrigued, I looked to my wife as she smiled slyly, responding to my look. She leaned in closer to my ear, seductively whispering, “save yourself until Saturday night. No masturbation. No sex. It will be your little secret treat. You will go alone and I won’t ask about what happens. Unleash your inner desire and give into whatever you find.”

My eyes widened. That could only mean one thing. She knew me very well, better than anyone, and she knew my dark desire my sexuality yearned to experience. The possibilities raced through my mind, and I felt my cock beneath my pants start to engorge, filling quickly and uncontrollably, hitting the right edge of my pants, begging to be let out. My wife giggled, and turned away, refusing to talk anymore about it or answer any questions about the nature of the reservation. She looked down at the tent pitching in my pants, holding up her finger on a scolding manner, reminding me: “No touching! No porn! I don’t care how horny you get. Save yourself. Trust me.”

Every day until Saturday had been torture. Obviously this was some sort of sexual encounter of some sort, but what awaited me at 1525 Barker Lane? Quickly, I attempted to google it, to no avail. No information could be found, even diving into the dark web to look for escort service addresses. I knew she had connections, but she refused to say what she had planned.

My penis twitched at the slightest breeze or accidental touch, begging to unleash the dam building up in my testicles. My balls ached, quivered, shouting signals to my brain to unload my seed, but I remained steadfast. I had never experienced any sort of escort service or brothel before, or any other dark sexual deviancy of this nature, and I needed to let myself blindly give in to whatever was in store. My heart raced with the possibility. Could this actually be real?

I had so longed for what it would be like if I were in the room behind the computer screen. My mouth watered, my arms shivered, and my balls ached painfully. If this fetish became reality – I wasn’t sure what I would be capable of doing. The possibility drove me mad with desire.

Day by day that week, I waited, pretending as if everything were as it had always been, as if I had never received an envelope from my wife. I went to work, distracted myself, and came home in the evening to fill my time with anything to keep my mind busy. I cooked busy meals in the evenings, I ran a few miles every night, and I attempted to care about some sitcom or another on television, focusing on anything other than the bubbling lust that was locked inside me. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday came and went. By Thursday, it become almost unbearable, and Friday I was going mad.

Saturday morning finally came, and I was pacing furiously in my bedroom, alert with adrenaline. I immediately went for a long run outside, letting the wind hit my face, unleashing the energy within me to reach a meditative like state, endorphins rushing from my sweat and exertion. I ate healthy well rounded meals, optimizing my energy intake and nutritional levels. I had to have no bloating or stomach issues, and I could barely taste the food when I scarfed it down. I stayed sober and alert, not daring touch alcohol to dull my senses or tire me out. Slowly, as if time had inherently lengthened and tortured me with minutes feeling like hours, hours feeling like days, I struggled through the day. I tried to avoid contact with my wife, feeling as if I would crack, unable to avoid thinking about what she had planned. Lunch came and went, then dinner. 7:00 PM, then 8:00. Finally – in what seemed like eternity – 9:00. Time for me to get ready to leave.

I nervously approached my wife and told her I would be going out now to find the location. She smiled and put a finger to my lips, shushing me.

“No more words. This is an experience just for you and you alone. We won’t talk about it anymore. I will pretend like nothing happens when you leave, and I will pretend like nothing happened when you return. Keep this evening for yourself, something you can cherish and remember in your heart. It is private and secret. And that is the last I will mention about it ever. Now go! You have an appointment.”

With that, she returned back to the couch to read her book, and didn’t even look at me as I walked away, opened the door, and left. I stood outside on my porch, breathing deep, letting the cool evening breeze calm me down. And I set off.

xxxxx

I checked my phone. It read 9:57 PM, and I was in the alley of 1525 Barker lane, having no idea what was about to happen. I had paced around the building stealthily, but noticed no one in sight. The front entrance was locked, seemingly an average, normal brick building like any on this street. The only other entrance was in the side alley. I had drunk multiple energy drinks beforehand in preparation, heart pounding, adrenaline rushing through my veins, nervously looking over my shoulder for a sign of anyone in sight, to no avail. The alley was dimly lit, nondescript. The only recognizable features were a few trash cans, a light pole, and the tattered metal back door to the building.

Slowly, I walked up to the door, suddenly nervous about if I was even in the right place. The door looked unused and old, probably locked and never opened. I held out my hand to knock, them pulled back. What the hell was I thinking? This wasn’t right. No one had used this door in ages, obviously rusted over and abandoned. I turned, about to leave and make another lap around the block to triple check I had the address right, when suddenly I heard a buzz and a click from behind me.

Heart pounding, I turned back to the door, and saw it automatically opening, leading to a dark corridor. I froze, afraid of what was ahead, and thoroughly spooked that I hadn’t even knocked. In an instant, I decided fuck it and walked inside in full stride.

As soon as I entered, the door swung shut, clicking and locking automatically, leaving me in near darkness. I was about to panic in that instant, but then noticed a light suddenly begin to illuminate a room down the hall. I walked towards it, shivering, afraid, and urged on by lust of the unknown ahead.

I found myself in a dimly lit room, but noticed that it was clean and cared for, with an expensively beautiful carpeted floor, dark crimson painted walls with good trim, an ornate lounging chair, and a beautiful hand carved wooden wardrobe, open and empty. The room was a harsh welcome contrast to the appearance of the building outside, obviously a facade to misdirect any suspicion of the contents inside – contents that were not only clean and perfectly cared for, but a space that was built with meticulous care to create an exclusively high class atmosphere.

I looked around, and noticed opposite of the chair was a deep mahogany desk of professional design, and behind the desk sat a woman, holding an opened leather notebook and fountain pen. She was piercingly beautiful with dark, flowing hair curved back over her shoulders, wearing an expensive black dress with a plunging neckline to expose the cleavage of large, natural breasts, hanging down elegantly, obviously unburdened with any sort of bra. Even through the black dress her perked nipples could be seen clearly. Her face was of devilish beauty, curved, soft, and adorned with dark hazel eyes and thick, sensuous lips, wet with a deep red gloss. She locked eye contact with me, and smiled slyly, knowingly, as if she had known me a long time, and desired nothing more than to see me in this moment.

“Please, sit down sir, and welcome. We are very particular with our clientele, and not often do we accept new clients such as yourself. As a result, I am here to greet you and take care of your orientation. You may call me Eve. Leave your belongings here, including your phone and any electronics. I see that you have been pre-registered by a trusted third party, so all the details have been taken care of ahead of time. Please forgive the entrance – we must maintain a discreet profile for our line of business. We also had to observe you from our cameras outside to verify that you were unaccompanied.”

I was frozen to the spot, unsure how to respond. “Uh, do you don’t need my name or anything?”

The woman called Eve smiled back. “As I said, all the details have been taken care of. In fact, you need not speak at all if you wish. I am simply a guide. Please, follow me when ready.” I left my coat and my phone in the wardrobe, and nervously followed her to a door, which she opened and lead to another room, larger, with an ornate purple sofa in the center, floor empty and carpeted in luxurious material and artistic patterns. The walls were dark gold, leading up to a high ceiling with a hanging silver lights

“Since this is your first time, I will add that we pride ourselves here in curating the best possible talent for our specific niche. Quality is of utmost importance for our reputation. Once I leave, please pretend as if I were never here. Or, if it pleases you, feel free to picture me waiting outside. This button by the door will summon me to you at any moment, and I will provide a personalized service for your needs whatever they may be. Please feel at ease, and enjoy your privacy, as this is the core value in which we pride ourselves in.

“You have a premium service with no limitations in place. Your thorough background check was extensive and passed with flying colors. We have pre-approved your actions based on your carefully constructed lifestyle profile, meaning that your actions – whatever you so desire – already fit into our parameters. In other words, perform however you like, speak however you like, act however you like. There is nothing off limits or taboo in what you will request or ask for, whether it be an action you wish to perform or action you wish to have performed. And with that, I bid you adieu. Ring for me on any occasion.”

With a professional bow, she exited the room, closing the door behind her as she winked at me, sexy and knowingly. I sat glued to the lone couch, sweating profusely, heart pounding, mind racing. Holy fuck. What is happening. Is this real? What the fuck is happening. A few moments passed, and I eased a bit, inhaling deeply, relaxing into the sofa, feeling the tension start to flow out of me in a moment of clarity. I was alone, and everything about this space felt safe and private. This was a place where I knew that whatever transpired, it was separate from the outside world, and in here, I could be whomever I was deep inside. The thought gave me a jolt of excitement. Anything inside me. It can be free. It can all be let free.

Suddenly, one of the doors opened, and the lights went out in the room. I heard the soft shuffling of feet walking on the carpeted ground, but dare not move a muscle. I could hear breathing and movement, slow and deliberate. After what seemed like eternity, the light began to turn on again, as if I were transported to a different time and place. My eyes shot open, and I held my breath in wild shock at the scene before me.

Four women stood, a few feet away, all of them staring me straight in the eyes, all of them with a slight, seductive playful smile. Each one wore a silken gown, covering their bodies entirely, flowing down to the floor. I noticed immediately that all of them had divine faces of perfectly sculpted feminine features, from the rounded lips to the exotic, lush eyes. They were creatures of perfect allure, seemingly crafted from a base instinctual urge within me of the perfect female faces and outlines. One was brunette, with curled locks of deep brown, impeccably cut. Another was blonde, golden hair cut and pulled back into a golden bun. The third was of indeterminate race – partially Asian, but also maybe partially African, and with a hint of Hispanic in her blood as well. And the last was an exotic Brazilian, with tanned golden skin, jet black hair, and deep green eyes, with lips pursed in a seductive smile. As I locked eye contact with her, she extended her pink tongue, slowly licking a circle around her full lips, wetting them with saliva.

I was already in love. An unconscious animalistic attraction grew in me, wanting to claim them, take them, kiss each one of them passionately then grab them by the hair and force their heads down on me, one by one. I had a carnal urge to show them their place as my fuck toys.

I didn’t speak, and neither did they. They didn’t move, didn’t break eye contact with me, still seducing me with their stares. Then, slowly, I noticed the silk gowns begin to shift beneath them, and my eyes turned downwards as my heart stopped, finding the deepest secret desire I had been hoping for all this time.

Each one of them had a bulge growing between their legs, slowly beginning to raise the fabric of the gown. Slowly, each bulge rose more and more, pitching tents from the gowns, reaching outwards, draping the fabric down like waterfalls over a cliff. I was transfixed by the beauty. My thoughts had evaporated completely, replaced by white hot animal instinct. I watched the mounds grow, and then without prompting, they all shed the gowns simultaneously, letting them fall to the floor in a silence. My heart nearly exploded.

The women were all clad in various lingerie, each with incredibly curvaceous outlines. Their breasts were large, natural in appearance, soft, and adorned with nipples perked out at attention, some large and pink, others small and dark, shining in the light. Some of the women were thick, curved perfectly, others athletic yet soft, muscles outlined on their shoulders, arms and abdomen. All had large rounded asses and wide hips, leading down to muscular, thick thighs and long legs, some with lace stockings, others with fishnet. All had garters of some fashion linked to their stockings, clad tightly around their toned hips, outlining the beautiful side curves of their asses – and with a shock, saw that none wore any undergarments. Jutting out from beneath the silk garters were four massive, stud cocks, hung well on each shemale goddess.

The cocks created a forest in front of me, reaching out as if attracted by some strange force towards my body, growing larger as I watched. Each was thick in girth, a stick of raw meat much wider than my own – and much, much longer, each reaching upwards of eleven inches of wide, warm flesh. The shaft of the cocks were covered with lace penis stockings, skin tight, outlining the down turned rods as they continued to rise, lengthen, and harden more and more in a growing desire to fuck. Small bows adorned the tips of the stockings, a wrapped present of perverted desire. Even with the teasing stockings on each penis, I could clearly see massive, throbbing veins crisscrossing down their shafts, leading down to firm muscular bases, adorned atop with manicured, thick tufts of dark pubic hair, small forests at the base of these flesh mountains.

Below the beastly poles hung massive sacks of skin, reaching low, housing engorged, rounded testicles, large as warm flesh eggs inside clean shaven scrotums. The wrinkles and creases in the scrotum skin folds twitched and moved as the massive balls slowly rocked back and forth, some hanging higher than others, others inching upwards, clenching towards the base of the penis in anticipation and preparation of the evacuation the built up sperm they housed. Above, the cocks hung in semi-erection – long, extended down turned crescent shafts. A few had extended to their full mast, hard as steel, curving slightly upwards as sabres drawn for battle. Just looking at these beautiful gigantic erections flooded my shaft with blood, pouring into my penis, hard and swiftly. The sensation was making me dizzy from the hot pleasure radiating from my groins, painfully pressing against the confines of my pants, begging to reach out towards the bodies in front of me.

The women smiled, giggled, some sticking their index fingers in their mouths and sucking hard, pushing their pelvises forward to move their cocks upwards. Soon, they all began to shake their cocks side to side in slow waving motions, gyrating their smooth feminine hips to and fro. I was frozen to the couch, eyes darting from one cock to another, watching them flop left to right, right to left, hearing the soft slap, slap, slap as each erection hit their laced thighs, bouncing off briskly and playfully, each now as rock solid as a bat.

My erection was unbearable, and I would have been fighting to jerk off on the spot if not for being completely frozen and hypnotized by the rhythm of the cocks dancing in front of my face. I leaked clear fluid, precum oozing out the thin slit at the tip of my aching penis, coating the inside of my underwear.

Suddenly, the Brazilian beauty with dark, silky hair, beautiful lips, and jade green eyes walked up to me, erection pointed straight at my face, and slowly brought her cock inches away from me, still covered in its lacy silken hood. Without thinking, I reached out, grasping the cock with my hand over its silk covering. It was the first time I had ever grabbed a cock other than my own – and it felt perversely incredible. I could feel the warmth under the silken dick sock, feel the veins pulsing from my grasp.

Slowly, eyes transfixed on the tip, I pulled the silk sock off the monster trunk of flesh.

It popped out, obviously held back from the restrictions of the covering, and seemed to grow even wider in size, tanned and muscular The veins were pulsing on the side, shaft rock hard, curving upwards beautifully. She was uncut, foreskin covering half her head, wrinkled back in a dark skin hood, and giving me the urge to run my tongue beneath it. Her smooth testicles hung low and dark in her scrotum, massively sized, veins visible leading up to the base of her penis. She had a thick tuft of perfectly manicured black pubic hair above her cock, hairs dense and dark. Immediately, I smelled her cock, fully unleashed and sweating. Her musk was a disgustingly beautiful scent. It filled my nostrils, overcoming my senses. The smell was as intense as body odor, but with a salty sweet overtone, a perfume of animal mating musk, guiding me towards it instinctually as a doe towards a stud buck. I wanted to bathe in the smell, letting her scent cover me completely, marking me as I marked her with mine.

The head of her penis was a pink, swollen bulbous gland, wet from precum. I could see a drop of it forming out of her small darkened slit, parting the perfectly symmetrical bulb, and watched it slowly leak out and fall down on my chest as a clear line of prostrate fluid. I grabbed the cock instinctively with both hands, bare, feeling the warmth between my fingers and palms and the blood from the powerful, raises veins coursing beneath my grasp. She moaned, deeply, and uttered under her breath, “Ohhhhh, fuck. Yes, baby. Grab me, baby. Grab that massive girl cock with your bare hands. Squeeze my cock, baby. Fucking take my cock.”

I ever so slowly started to move my hands forwards, then backwards, keeping the warm shaft of flesh tight in my grip, feeling the hard flesh pound with every heartbeat from her body.

“Oh my god, baby. Yes! That feels so good on my massive cock. How does it feel to grab your first shemale dick? How does it feel to finally give into your perverted love of cock? Do you love that you finally have a cock in your hands?”

I looked up, and nodded, looking into her exotic eyes. “Oh fuck yes. I do. I fucking do. Your shemale cock is fucking perfect.”

She moaned deeply, and I knew what she wanted next. It’s what I wanted next, what I needed next.

Saliva was foaming at my lips, and I looked again at the tip of the uncut cock, urging itself towards my wet facial fuck hole, begging to devour be devoured. Without hesitation, I opened, and felt the warm mass enter into my mouth, filling up every inch of my oral cavity. It tasted divine, warm and salty, yet sweet with perverted pleasure. I held it in my mouth, closed my eyes, and ran my tongue all over her rounded dick head, from the top clockwise around to the ridges on the bottom, licking every inch of the surface, stimulating every nerve on her large gland. She moaned again, and I felt the penis twitch inside my mouth, reacting to every small movement from my salivating tongue.

Her tanned Brazilian face was contorted in pleasure and she begun to grab her large, naturally hanging breasts, clasping them over her dark nipples, massaging the massive mounds. I slid the giant cock slightly deeper, and dove my tongue around her wrinkled, pulled back foreskin, licking around, tasting warm sweet bits of smegma and sweat, cleaning out her penis fold thoroughly, savoring the perverted meal.

Choking on the mass, blowing my saliva down the shaft, I took took the cock out, and ran my mouth lengthwise down the massive shaft, tracing the underside of her penis with my lips and tongue, feeling the soft, pulsing underside, stimulating her pleasure as she continued to moan. I continued slowly sucking and licking downwards to her base, feeling the upper smooth skin of her foreskin, licking downwards on the large sack to the egg sized testicles.

I sucked the left one into my mouth, feeling the engorged ball filling me up, running my tongue along every small groove in her scrotum folds, sucking in and out on the ball like a bobbing apple. I moved onto the right testicle, then back again to the left, covering her entire scrotum in my saliva, then opened wide as I lifted up her giant cock with my hands and sucked in both testicles at once into my gagging mouth, cheeks bursting from the mouthful. She gasped, grabbing the back of my hair with their hands, holding my face into her musky taint.

“Oh, fuck baby! Yes, suck my balls, you fucking pervert! Suck them hard! You love sucking huge shemale balls, don’t you? Fucking take them just like that! Do you love this, baby? Do you love worshiping your goddess’ cock and balls?”

I grunted in acknowledgement, her testicles still gagging me, then pulled them out, gasping for air. I continued licked downwards towards her taint, the grasped her by the hips and turned her around, her huge tanned ass cheeks bulging in front of my face. I slapped them hard, left them right, hearing her cry out from the spanking, then spanked them a third and fourth time for good measure, just to watch her giant ass juggle from the blows. She cried out.

“Oh my god, yes! Smack my ass! Fucking dominate my shemale ass! God that makes my cock even harder baby!”

Bent over, I spread her legs apart and stared deeply at her hanging balls from behind, leading up from her taint to her puckering anus, a darkened slit, even muskier and dirty in smell. I spread her cheeks wide, and dove into her asshole with my mouth, nose buried in between her cheeks, sucking at the dirty slit and circling her wrinkled fuck hole with my tongue. After a few circles, I slid my tongue forcefully in, a full inch, tasting her anus from the inside, feeling the anal muscle clamp down and begin to wink around my penetrating tongue. I looked up from her bent over back to see the three other women stroking their still covered cocks, watching my every motion with rigid attention.

As they stroked their shafts they moaned, one after the other.

“Oh fuck baby, yes, do her like that! Clean her fuck hole for us!”

“You nasty boy, taste her fucking asshole. Taste that asshole with your dirty pervert tongue.”

“Ohhhh god, suck her dirty asshole like you sucked her stud shemale cock, fucking taste her for me baby! You’re making me so hard!”

The Brazilian then stood up, pulling her dripping asshole away from my face, and turned around to face me with her cock. “Oh my god, you’re a dirty boy. A dirty boy that likes cleaning shemale assholes and likes sucking shemale cock. That asshole is going to be all yours later. All of our dirty fuck holes will swallow your cock, and we are all going to force you to cum in us whether you like it or not. But for now, I want to share my dick with yours. I want to cum so bad all over your cock as you cum on mine.”

The words made me dizzy with horniness, barely able to contain seizing her on the spot and fucking her raw and hard. But as I thought that, two of the other erect women jumped up on the couch to either side of me, standing over me, and the third blonde woman went behind the couch, holding me down by the shoulders.

“Not yet, you pervert,” woman behind me whispered in my ear. “We are going to slap your face with our cocks as our friend jerks you off with her. You are going to watch her make you cum all over her cock, and then we will finally get to cum on both your cocks to get warmed up. And then we’re all going to eat it together for our first meal of the night. Your experience is only beginning.”

Before I could think, both women standing to either side of me ripped off their silken penis socks, cocks standing out at attending over my face. They then grabbed them firmly as I watched above, and hit me in my face, left cheek then right, then my forehead, pounding me forcefully with their fuck rods. I couldn’t keep silent from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Oh my god! Yes, hit me with your cocks! Cover my face in them! I fucking love it! Fucking give them to me!”

Between slaps, they dipped down, lowering their giant sacks onto my face, covering my eyes with the warm flesh of their scrotums. Unable to stop myself, I tried to grab my own cock, needing to jerk off that instant, needing to release from the pleasure, but the Brazilian in front of me swatted away my hand, and scolded me with her finger.

“Oh no, not now baby. I am in charge of your cock right now. And I am going to pleasure mine all over yours.”

She then sat down on top of me, legs to either side, and I grabbed her hips and ass, holding onto her soft flesh. Her massive shaft rubbed onto mine, and the pleasure was overwhelming. She grabbed both our thick, pulsing cocks in her hand, and I cried out, “oh my god, I’m about to cum!”

As if I had said a magic word, all three pulled their cocks away from me, denying me their fleshy touches, as mine own cock stood straight up, unmoving, on the edge of orgasm. My brain was melting from the pleasure, so close to ecstasy, yet without stimulation, unable to think as what felt like an eternity passed. My mouth was held open and face contorted, unable to think.

After a good thirty seconds passed, I could feel the edge of orgasm dissipating, just out of my reach, and as if by instinct, the Brazilian woman in front of me forced her thick cock back against mine, grasping both our cocks as I held onto her legs with a vice grip, staring down at the beautiful site of our penises rubbing together.

She began the jerking again, and my pleasure held in a state of limbo began to once again rise swiftly to the edge of orgasm, feeling the warm underside of her shaft stimulating mine as it moved back and forth, feeling her hand jerking both of us, penises clenching and twitching in anticipation. The woman behind me continued to hold me down, and I could hear her free hand massaging her cock, moaning in pleasure at the sight of us frotting. The other two began jerking their cocks furiously to either side of my face, occasionally slapping them against my cheeks, crying out, “Fuck! Fuck, yes!”

I was moaning as well, glued to the cock against mine, unable to contain myself, shouting, “Oh my fucking god baby, frot on my cock! Frot my cock against yours! Keep rubbing your shemale goddess cock on mine! I want your cum! I need your cum so fucking bad!”

The warm skin of our members had become one, each feeling the other’s vibrations in pleasure, rubbing as one, sharing our perverse pleasure in warm ecstasy. She moaned in reply, jerking us both with her clenched grip. “Oh my god baby, I’m about to cum! I’m about to cum all over your cock! Cum with me! Cum on my cock as I cum on yours!”

With those magic words, my body finally unleashed in a wild fury, pleasure hitting maximum, orgasm shooting out from my groin, coursing violently through my veins into every inch of my being, contorting my face in ecstasy. I screamed loudly, and could hear her screaming too, and my testicles clenched against my body, throbbing violently, feeling the sperm shooting upwards from within.

In an explosive release, it all shot out, a rope of cum thicker and higher than any rope I had ever shot, flying out of me like a gun, white and hot, as I simultaneously saw her cock spasm, and shoot an even larger load forth, rope hitting mine in midair, our semen clashing, and spraying down on both of us like a white hot rain. Our cocks continued to spasm together, in rhythm, and our cum continued to shoot out, my cum covering her cock, her cum covering mine, warm and thick. We kept shooting rope after rope together, stuck in eternal orgasm, our fluids covering our bodies, hitting my face as well as hers, creating a perverted painting of white ecstasy.

At the sight, both the women to the side of me moaned deeply, pointing their rigid poles down at ours like loaded guns, screaming, “ohhhhh my fucking god we’re going to cum on your cocks! We’re going to paint your fucking cocks with our cum!”

As my orgasm was trailing off, penis still pulsating rhythmically against the underside of the thick Brazilian cock held tightly against mine, covered in warm white seed, I saw both the shemale cocks beside me shoot out thick, fast loads onto our platter of semen. The force of the shots slammed against either side of my dick, hitting my gland like a forceful slap, further stimulating me in wet, perverted pleasure. I moaned deeply with the Brazilian beauty clinging onto my cock, both of us enjoying the shower of prostate fluid covering us further.

From behind me, I could hear the blonde women holding me down moaning higher and higher, masturbating rigorously at the cum mess in front of her. She suddenly circled around the couch to face me, taking the Brazilian woman by the hair, and shoved her thick, white cock meat deep into the Brazilian’s mouth, crying out, “oh my fucking god, take my cum baby! Take my fucking cum!” I watched as her cock visibly throbbed, straightening out inside the other’s wet, drooling mouth, and watched her testicles arch in orgasm. In an instant, I heard the Brazilian choke, and saw white cum form at the base of her lips, spilling out in excess.

The blond women pulled out her massive rod, letting it flop downwards, coated in a Brazilian saliva and cum mixture. Mouth closed, cheeks full with the other shemale’s semen, the Brazilian woman leaned in close to me, large soft breasts pressing against my chest, grabbed the backside of my head by my hair, and kissed me deeply.

I opened up, gave into the wet kiss, and pressed my tongue with hers as the cum flowed into my mouth. We were locked passionately, tongues caressing one another, letting the warm fluid pass between our mouths, combining our saliva with the salty seed. It was perverted beyond belief for a straight man like me, tasting the beautiful fluid from a hung woman’s testicles, locked in with sensual kissing, breaking down the barriers between our mouths, giving into one another with pure lovemaking.

After our hunger had been satiated, each of us tasting the meal with our locked mouths, she pushed the fluid mixture into my mouth, breaking off the kiss and placing her soft hand on my lips, urging me to swallow. “Enjoy your first meal of the night, baby. This one was made specially for you. Swallow her cum from my mouth, let it warm your insides.” I obeyed, feeling the salty mouthful travel down my throat. I gulped, smiled, satiated from the delicate meal warm meal, aware of how much I enjoyed the kinky act.

The other three women kneeled down, slurping their mouths over the Brazilian woman’s and my chest and thighs, sucking up all of the combined cum from the four cocks, slurping the white pudding with wet sucking noises. They traveled their mouths over my cock shaft as well as hers, each sharing a sloppy suck over our heads, and fondling our testicles as they licked the folded loose skin sacks clean. The Brazilian woman moaned in pleasure, licking her top lip as she stared into my eyes. I locked her gaze, moaning in response, letting go of myself, showing how much I was enjoying every second of this forbidden act we had committed. I was immensely aroused at the sight of the three other women eating off our bodies like a platter, watching these women enjoy their fill, savoring every white drop.

When they had finished, they pulled me to my feet, giggling with pleasure. I was naked, cleansed, liberated, and stood tall and breathed deep, feeling them run their hands down my chest and hips, feeling my body in its glory. The Brazilian, face to face with me, pulled my face in for another kiss, deep and long. I closed my eyes and gave in, passionately. After our long and sensual kiss she whispered in my ear.

“You loved seeing all our cocks against yours, didn’t you baby? I know I fucking loved every second of it. Enjoy your secret fuck house here tonight with us. We are all yours. You can give into your inner desires and let yourself free. Your perverted pleasure is only just beginning.”

I again kissed her deeply back, then looked longingly at the other three women, smiling with piercing eyes, licking their lips in anticipation. I wanted to kiss them one by one next, give them the love I had given to the Brazilian in front of me. I could tell every one of them wanted to lock mouths with me just as much, and wanted me to do all the dirty things I had in mind to their bodies. With a wink, they formed a single file line, and led me by the hand to a door leading out of the room, opening it to another darkened hallway.

Despite my balls being thoroughly emptied, I was craving their womanly bodies again, craving their hung cocks, craving the need to grab them, suck them, and conquer those perfectly tight anal holes beneath them. I could feel my loins urging me on, preparing for another round of pleasure, even harder and more intense than before. My craving was only increasing, and my night had just begun.

THE END