Shemale Sex Stories: I Love Her Tits AND Her Dick!
One of my favorite Shemale Sex Stories happened about a year ago. It was actually my first experience with a tranny. I had never even watched tranny porn before this. It was just something that had never really crossed my mind.
To celebrate my divorce, my girlfriends and I traveled to the “big city” and went to the hottest gay bar there. I got my drink and started on my prowl around the dance floor. I was in the mood for a woman that night. After a few laps, I locked onto my prey. I had no clue it would lead to one of the hottest shemale sex stories I’ve got!
Long ebony curls down her back just barely brushed her perky “could have been in an apple bottom commercial” ass. Her legs ran for what seemed like tanned miles down to her seriously bad ass stiletto heels. She turned and I saw that her tits were luscious and gravity-defying and practically bare, only covered by a scrap of scarlet fabric clinging to them just above nipples as hard as steel ball bearings. My mouth was already watering before my eyes made it to lips as plump and pillowy as her other assets.
I stopped and stared long enough for her to notice my gaze and she winked.
Long raven lashes lowering to brush her cheeks momentarily before coming back up to reveal chocolate brown eyes. My pussy quivered. I couldn’t stop myself from walking over to her.
My hand resting on her hip just above her ass, I leaned in to whisper above the music that I’d like to buy her a drink. She laughed. A husky, throaty sound that made the hair on my neck stand up. I let my hand drift further down to rest fully on her butt, squeezing slightly to let her know it was deliberate. Her bubblegum tongue snaked out to lick at those full pouty lips and she smile brightly.
We shared a drink, moving closer to each other with each sip. The beat of the music running through our bodies had us moving in synchronicity. By the last swallow, I was unashamedly riding her thigh, tits pressed against each other. My hand had migrated under her skirt, cupping her ass cheek, pulling her closer to me, finger resting between them massaging her puckered asshole through her thong. No words passing between us, we communicated with looks, and moans until I felt something unexpected pressing into my thigh. My eyes widened and she grinned, silently seeking my approval to go on. With that, I grabbed her hand and pulled her outside, not sure how I was walking by this point, just as turned on as I am during super teen phone sex.
We get to my SUV and I open the back doors and sit on the edge of the cargo space, beckoning her closer with a single finger.
She pressed herself to me, one thigh inside mine and I felt again, her raging hard cock. I moaned. She brought her hands to the top of my dress to free my aching tits for her mouth to devour while her hand crept between my legs to find the dripping wet crotch of my panties. Before I could breathe, her finger was under the material, rubbing against my clit, before sliding into my hungry pussy.
I let my hand slide back over her ass to nestle in the crevice between her cheeks, fingering fucking her ass with the same tempo as she was thrusting her digits in and out of my wet box.
The story goes on. I swear I could have licked her asshole and sucked and fucked her tranny cock all night while playing with those gorgeous fake tits. It felt like it went on until dawn. Right there in the back of my truck. And it left me with an insatiable lust for trannies. And now I have a library’s worth of shemale sex stories!
Do you see why this is one of my favorite shemale sex stories?
