A True Recall of A Lustfull Evening

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This is not a fiction story. This is about the events that happened to me one evening. It includes male and female sex. If you enjoy this please leave some comments, I have other stories, and ideas for some good fiction if, this is liked.

A memorable of the best evening of my life yet.

My name is Sabrina I’ve been dressing as a woman often, as long as I can remember.

One evening, while house sitting my parent’s home, I decided it has been a long time since I was out as a woman, and had a good time. I started to let my inner woman out by fully fixing myself up. After a long hot bath, and a fresh shave, I started to pick my outfit. Being spring time I decided to wear something cute and sexy, but not slutty. I went with a cute leopard top, and tight sexy stretch jeans, topped it off with, peep toe leopard 4inch heels.

After the process of make up and finishing touches, I got into my car and drove to a TG friendly gay bar I’ve been to, a few times before. This wasn’t my first time there alone, but the last few times I was there with a guy. Once there I took a seat at the bar, and got my self a Malibu and Bay breeze, to help me take some of the nervousness off. My original intention of going out this night was, to be picked up by a guy and taken home. Little did I know what was in store for me!

Sitting at the bar and not getting much attention, was not the best feeling. I guess it’s hard sometimes in a gay bar, since most of the men there are more into guys and not girls like me. After an hour or so of sitting there making small talk, a woman came next to me to get a drink from the bar, and we started talking.

This was a hot and sexy real woman, big tits and perfect curves stunning. I’ll call her B. She told me she was there with a group, for a friend’s Birthday party. She also informed me how lucky I was that night, because it was also a male stripper night, in the back half of the bar, and that she came many of times to watch. She begged me to come to the show with her, and even offered to pay. I agreed and we went to the show.

I had never seen a male bursa escort strip show before, and didn’t know what to expect. We got a seat up in the front, and watched one of the most amazing things I had ever seen. First the guys come out one by one and danced on stage. Then they floated around the room, making stops by the patrons. One in particular sticks in my mind even now. He came over and grabbed me and started grinding and dancing with me, rubbing what seemed to be the biggest cock I had ever seen, all over me, letting me stroke his shaft and rubbing it on my face, before disappearing from the stage. Towards the end off the show ‘B’ asked me if there was any guy I liked particularly. I was sure she knew who it was, but I informed her anyway. She said, as a treat she would buy us a private couch dance, and we could have it together. I had been to strip joints as a guy, and had couch dances before. I thought I knew what it was going to be like, ‘thought’ being the key word here.

She paid the money and off we went, to a small back room that was dimly lit. Upon entering the room the first thing I noticed was, these private dances were very open as to what one can do, with no holds barred. We got a seat at the back, and after a few moments came our man, with his 8 fat inches hanging out in the breeze. He came up and started dancing, swinging his meat across our faces. ‘B’ grabbed my hand, put it on his cock and said, “Don’t be shy girl”.

I started stoking him with one hand. She did the same. ‘B’ then placed her other hand behind my head, and pushed my head towards his cock. Being no stranger to giving a Blow Job to a nice dick, I immediately took it into my mouth. I sucked and licked his man meat. She started sucking my neck. He pulled his dick out, and she took it into her mouth. I started rubbing her tits, as she was busy blowing his shaft up and down.

When he was through with her, he pulled out again. She and I stroked his dick. As we were going at it, he put his cock between our faces. We both started to lick his cock and those bean bag size balls. Taking turns, çanakkale escort switched between his balls and dick. Used our tongues on his cock, licked the shaft, our tongues entwined together, up and down his member. I hear this guy’s moan in my dreams at night often!

She pulled off and told me to finish. He got right in front of me, and slid it all the way down my throat. Eagerly I slid up and down his rock hard prick, tingled the head of his dick with my tongue. His moans got louder, and I got that salty taste of his juice in my mouth. It wasn’t much but, enough to know he was satisfied. He pulled out and ‘B’ grabbed me and we kissed. He walked us out, telling us he never had anything like that as a stripper, and he loved it.

After leaving the private area, ‘B’ and I went back to the dance floor, for more drinks and dance. Her friends joined us. They were girls, gay guys, and a couple of straight guys. After all this excitement we all went to the patio, sat and relaxed, with cocktails. I sat there chatting with ‘B’ and her friends, relaxed and comfortable. While talking with the girls I felt like a girl, and being stared at by the guys felt great. The night started to end. ‘B’ felt she was drunk, and I offered to take her to my place.

As soon as we reached my place we were horny. On our way to the bedroom, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Once in the room we tumbled on the bed and our clothes started to fly. First her top and bra came off; to reveal the most beautiful set of ‘D’ cup breasts I had seen. I couldn’t keep my eyes, or my mouth off of them. She stood me up and took off my skin tight jeans, exposing my pink G-String and pulled it aside. She wanted to get my cock which was stiff as a statue. She sucked on my penis, as sensual as we had sucked the dancer, at the bar. I was on the verge of ejaculating. She stopped, and I lay her back down. I went right down on her pussy with my tongue, tasting her juices, licking her clit. I pushed my tongue as far in as I could. Her legs were on my shoulders. Savoring every second of her taste.

Eventually, didim escort I came up and climbed on top of her, slid my dick into her. I pushed in and out, hearing her scream. She had warned me, she was a screamer, which turned me on more. She pushed me off, rolled me over, and climbed on me. She straddled me, squatted on my shaft, took it deep in her tight, sweet smelling, vagina. Bouncing up and down on my cock with those luscious tits bouncing in my face, I leaned forward, sucked on her nipples and fondled them with my hands. After about 10 minutes of moaning and sliding my meat, in and out, of her soaking, sloppy and wet pussy, I couldn’t take it anymore. I warned her I was about to burst. She got off my dick and lay down. I could cum all over her.

It was the most exhilarating orgasm I had. It felt like, a pint of cum flowed out of my dick, on her tits, tummy and face. It was so HOT!! I grabbed a towel and helped her clean up. We both lay there, with ear to ear smiles on our faces, till we fell asleep.

We awoke to the clock alarm in the morning. I had to take ‘B’ back to her car. Keeping my inner woman, I wore a cute skirt and camp top. I fixed my hair and touched up my make up, before we went. We stopped at a convenience store on the way to her car. I had, in all our excitement the night before, left my ATM card in the machine at the bar. She was kind enough to purchase what we wanted. When we reached her car, we kissed.

Later that morning I found out, some jerk had picked up my card, and had spent 350 dollars. I called the bank and told them my card was stolen. Living in a small suburban town of Philadelphia, the bank knew I had last used my card in a gay bar. A little bit of humility. I guessed it was the price to pay, for the evening I had enjoyed so immensely, and was well worth. I eventually got my money back though. ‘B’ and I did not have another experience like that, and lost touch for awhile. We recently started chatting and hopefully, we will get together, for more adventures.

As I stated at the beginning this is not a story but factual recall of an evening. I hope you enjoyed the recall as much as I do, or at least a fraction of my pleasure while I lived it.

Please leave your thoughts, and comments. It is my first writing piece since school about 10 years ago.

Sabrina.

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