A Night On The Town

by B'Ellana Marie Duquesne

 

April 1, 2002

Pooch dear,

I spoke to Traci about meeting with you alone. She assured me that she was not acting out of jealousy but was only concerned about me meeting with a stranger that I only knew through the Internet. After we had our little tryst together the last time we were in New York, however, she told me that I could meet with you by myself on our next trip to the Big Apple.

We rode the train again which is, as you know, one of my favorite pastimes. Once again we checked into the little ground floor visitor's suite in the Brownstone on 32^nd street and 2^nd Ave. I had agreed to meet you uptown for dinner at Smith and Wolensky's and I had just enough time to get ready.

After freshening my hair and make-up, Traci picked out my outfit. She insisted on picking everything including my under things. First came the panties. This is (not surprisingly) a somewhat complex task for a T-Girl. They were a red pair of crotch-less bikinis. There was a special loop at the back to hold my T-clit back between my legs and had a black puff in front right at the top of the opening. The little puff was made of a synthetic featherlike material sort of like the end of a big make up brush or those big powder puffs that come with body powder. The panties looked so sexy on me as stood in the mirrored room that was already starting to show a little excitement. "We'll have to do something about that", Traci said and she fondled my little clitty now grown big with anticipation. She then dropped to her knees and placed my member into her warm wet mouth. "Don't fuck around or you'll be late", she mumbled with my member in her mouth. (I truly love the sound of a woman talking with a mouthful of cock)

I gave her a quick face-fuck and she swallowed every drop. "You didn't save any for me" I whined. "I'm sure you'll get your fill of cum after your date tonight" she said and then she swatted me on the ass through the see through red nylon and told me to put a red corset that she handed me. I had told her that you liked red lingerie and she packed the corset we bought for our next photo session. My 34-inch waist certainly wouldn't help present a truly feminine image so we laced it tightly until I was down to a 26. "I'll never be able to eat", I said. She loosened me out to a 29 and then inserted my breast forms in the bustier part of the corset. After playing with the forms and some tape for cleavage I had to admit that I was the perfect image of a buxom beauty, all 40D-29-40.

Next she handed me a pair of black stocking with deep lace tops. They had seams and Cuban heels. I never wore these in public before. I sort of saved these for the bedroom or for photo sessions, but I knew that you had mentioned that you wanted to see me in them and I figured that we would eventually end up in the bedroom anyway. She then handed me a pair of red patent leather pumps with a three-inch heel. I argued with her about the color. "Always wear shoes darker than your hose", I protested. "Yeah, and wear hose darker than your skirt" she laughed, "Jeez, you T-girls are so obsessed with clothes and fashion. Try not to think like a drag queen for a change. I guarantee your Italian Stallion will just love the look I'm working on for you if you'll just shut up and get dressed." I looked at myself in the mirrored walls and looking at the reflections of the reflections in all the mirrors, I could see myself from all angles. I look so cheap, I thought. The red shoes with the way too high heels and the black seamed stockings gave such a "slutty" look. Of course that was exactly what Traci had in mind. "Let's just check you seams", she said, as she fastened the lace tops to the garters of the bustier.

Next came a red silk-rayon wrap-around dress. Traci knew that this was one of my favorites. It was very low cut, and after the work we'd done on my cleavage and breast forms, it looked stunning. It was mid calf length, longer than I usually wear, but it moved in the breeze and because it was a wrap around, it was tight at the waist and bust-line but loose in the skirt. If I crossed my legs when I sat, the skirt would fall around my legs and open up to my thighs. I kept thinking that I was glad to be in New York so that I could stand over a subway grate like Marilynn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch.

After we put on a few accessories (gold hoop earrings, gold bracelet and watch, thin gold chain necklace with a red and black cameo) I had to admit that I didn't look like such a slut after all, but I sure wasn't dressed for church. I looked in the mirror and twirled around quickly so I could check how high my skirt would rise when I moved. I twirled quicker just to see my stocking tops, while Traci started singing an old tune by ABBA "Dancing Queen, Dancing Queen, young and sweet, she's a Dancing Queen". We both giggled ourselves silly at the irony of the lyrics.

Traci walked out with me to catch a cab. As she kissed me goodbye she said, "I'd feel better knowing you were safe. Don't go to his place after dinner. Come back here. You never know what might be waiting for you". "You're paranoid", I said not realizing the irony of her words. As the cab pulled up to the restaurant I was surprised to find you right outside. I opened the cab door and you recognized me in time to help me out of the cab. "Wow" you said and that one word was enough to turn me as red as the dress. "I kept wondering if you would look as hot as I remembered, but this is more than I could have imagined". You took your hands and gently brushed my hair away from my shoulder as I leaned in to kiss you hello. Your hands dropped down my back pulling me in for a gentle embrace that was just long enough and just strong enough to be acceptable on a public street.

We went inside and had a drink while we waited for a table. I was impressed with your sense of humor and bright wit. I realized that we really didn't know much about each other since sex was the only thing we really shared together before now. Like all men you seemed to think I had a microphone or a camera in my bra. It didn't bother me. I enjoy it when men stare at my chest. I also figured that you wondering how I managed to look the way I did since you knew that they weren't "real". You caught yourself staring and looked me in the eye and smiled at me with your own dark eyes. Of course I just love to tease, and knowing you were struggling with your eye control I leaned forward to give you a complete view and crossed my legs on the bar stool. You leaned forward as well and touched my knee still keeping your eyes on mine. You hand on my knee shifted my dress's skirt so that it opened all the way to my stocking tops. You still hadn't dropped your eyes but a few other guys at the bar were certainly giving me a good once over. I turned my head to ask the bartender for a little more ice in my drink and pretended not to notice you staring first at my cleavage and red lace bustier showing under my neckline, and then at my legs and stockings. I asked the bartender where the ladies room might be just so I could keep my head turned toward the mirror behind the bar. I was looking at you looking at me all the while getting turned on by your "admiring the view". Your hand was still very nonchalantly touching my knee and I was already turned on hotter than Georgia asphalt. I turned around and did a little checking of my own and saw that a nice little tent was starting to rise in your pants. I leaned forward and whispered in your ear that I was going to the ladies room. I brushed my tongue against your inner ear as I got up and tried to give you one of my sexiest smiles before I walked to the ladies room. I didn't want to look back but I hoped that my dress had fallen over my ass the way it looked in the mirrored walls of the guest suite. I gave my best walk and hoped you were enjoying the show.

Dinner was next but I was already eager to go back to the brownstone. I really couldn't remember what I ate. I know I couldn't eat much because the corset held me so tight. I remember you eating the surf and turf and making a big show of your eating the lobster, licking the drawn butter from the tip of the tail just like the scene in Tom Jones (one of my favorite movie scenes). I do remember putting and end to dinner when the waiter asked if we'd like anything else and I replied "No thanks, he's going to take me home now and fuck my eyes out" I thought you were going to be embarrassed (I can't help being a tease) but you just handed him your credit card and said "She just might not be kidding, so the sooner you can get us out of here the better"

We caught a cab quickly and gave him the address. I thought about giving you a little head in the cab, but decided that I didn't want you to have any relief before you were prepared to completely enjoy the experience. Instead I kissed you deeply pulling my tongue away from you, teasing it and drawing it out of your mouth into mine and back into yours sometimes getting you to lick the air searching for my lips and tongue. I placed my hand over your crotch and slid my hand inside your zipper. I didn't move my hand I just held it gently around your stiff cock while I kissed you deeply. You were fondling my breast form and rubbing your thumb in circles around the nipple. (I couldn't feel a thing and wondered if you realized that I couldn't or just wanted the sensation and the illusion of a firm nipple between your fingers).

The cab pulled up in front of the brownstone and we got out. I opened the door and before I could turn the lights on you wrapped your arms around me and pulled me close to you, giving me a long, deep, hard, kiss. I could barely control myself. You had the opening in my dress lifted over my hips and I somehow managed to get your cock out of your pants through your zipper without bothering to unfasten your pants. I was delighting in the sensation of your cock against my bare skin between my nylons and panties when suddenly the lights were turned on.

"I thought this was the sort of thing you had in mind". It was Traci. I wasn't sure what she was up to. I was caught completely by surprise and your quickly softening member told me your were just as shocked. I tried squeezing my thighs together just to keep you stiff, but the moment was lost. I think I said something like "but Traci - you said…" but I was cut off "Shut the fuck up!!" I knew that tone of voice. She was ready to play one of her games and I was completely unprepared.

"Play along" I whispered to you. Neither of us made a move. Traci had turned up all the lights and our eyes were just getting adjusted to the light when she came into focus. I thought you might be disappointed that we were going to play with Traci again, but the look in your eyes and the stiffness between my thighs (yours and mine!) told me you were ready for any surprise.

She was standing in the center room, the one with the mirrors. She was wearing a black leather bustier with half cups exposing her nipples. It had leather lace up front, which she pulled tight to amplify her absolutely fabulous size2 figure. Traci always reminded me of Anne Heche with long hair. (You know, the actress that said she was a Lesbian but later said that she wasn't Lesbian at all, just psychotic and under the influence of drugs and chemical imbalances. You'd think people could accept that not all. sexual behavior fits a "category", particularly when it's their own behavior!) Traci's 34C breasts would be small or average for most women, but on her little 5'2" 100lbs body they looked enormous. Her ass was a lot more round than that Heche woman for sure, and right then it was completely exposed since the leather bustier she was wearing stopped at the waist and Traci was not wearing any panties.

I could see her ass in the mirror but directly in front of me, her cute little pussy was glistening from what I guessed to be KY jelly from the tube on the table beside her. She was holding a riding crop. It was black leather, round, about 2 feet long, and about the size of a cucumber at one end and slim as a pencil at the other end with a leather flap about 1"x 3"attached to the thin end. It had leather cross- stitching on each side and she was running the crop between her legs so that the stitches would rub across her clit. Every now and then she'd insert the fat end into her love tunnel and lick or suck her pussy juices from the leather toy. She waxed often, but she always left a little diamond shaped patch of blonde pubic hair which was now soaked.

I always teased Traci about her "get some sun,…,please" skin. She looked positively white in that light. The parts that were not covered by the leather gauntlets that were on her arms from her wrists to just under her shoulders, or the black seamed stockings, or the Cavalier boots with what must have been a 4" spike heel, looked almost shiny against the black leather. I thought the stockings must have been my spare pair though, because the lace tops came almost all the way up to her crotch and stayed up without the help of garters, which she had detached from her top. The boots came up over her knee with a big leather cuff. She pinned her long blond hair up and high over her head away from her face and long neck with a little wisp of hair falling on each side of her face from her temples. She had on a necklace that formed chain mail triangle pointing to the cleavage formed when those nice round breasts were pushed up and together by the leather, with a pair of earrings to match.

"Now everybody just do what Traci says and everything's going to be fine" she said as she fingered herself , alternating between her finger and the riding crop. "B"Ellana dear, can you let go of his dick long enough to come over here like a nice girl" I didn't want to leave your side but I couldn't afford to disappoint her. Besides, her hot cunt positively begged to be sucked, fucked, or whatever Traci wanted and I was ready to oblige. You, however, weren't as pleased with the idea of me leaving you literally standing there with your dick out. "B'Ellana" you shouted. "Did any body hear me say shut the fuck up?" Traci answered. "B'Ellana did you hear me say shut the fuck up " she said to me not waiting for an answer from me. "Come here Poochie boy. Let's see if you can make better use of the mouth of yours. Don't bother fixing your pants we'll be needing that prick of yours." She said with a smile. Your smile and instant cooperation let me know that the fun was about to begin.

She pulled you over to toward her with your back to me and made you kneel down in front of her. She took the riding crop with both hands and placed it behind your head pulling your lips to her dripping wet pussy. " Mmmmm…, B'Ellana!" she murmured, "You should have some of this. He gives incredible head", she said between gasps and moans. "Take of you dress dear and sit in this chair".

The chair was a bar stool with a padded seat and back. It was shorter than the average stool. Just tall enough so that when I sat on it my feet (still in the bright red stilettos) touched the floor with only a slight bend at the knee. I took off my dress and sat down. The site of you eating Traci was getting me so hot I would have done anything she asked.

"Show us how you pose for your pictures dear". I leaned back on the stool and looked at myself in all the mirrors, and bean to strike my sexiest poses.

It was sort of funny how Traci had taken to her dominant role during our playtime. When we first started or sex play, I had imagined us sort of like Wicked Wanda and Boo'ful from the old Penthouse magazine comic strip. Along the way the roles kept switching back and forth between dominant and submissive. I've come to enjoy her more when she's dominant, I think, just because she's got so much more imagination than me.

"Come sit on this couch and look at the pretty girl Poochie boy." She said in her softest sexiest voice. "Is that how the girls look in the magazines? Show us how you stoke your rod when you look at the pictures at home? Do you buy magazines, look at the pictures, and jerk your cock off? Isn't B'Ellana as pretty as those girls " You got up from your knees and sat back on the couch. Traci came over with you and coated your cock with KY Jelly. I was leaning back giving you what I thought were my sexiest poses and looking hungrily into your eyes. I took my hands and caressed myself all over. I hooked one thumb in between my cleavage and bustier and extended my middle finger down to where the nipple of the breast form pressed against the red lace. I made slow circles around the nipple and moaned as I ran the fingers of my other hand through the little black puff on my see through panties. Meanwhile you were slowly polishing the biggest boner I ever saw with the KY Jelly.

"I bet the girls in the pictures don't have what my girl's got. Do you like chicks with dicks Pooch? I know you do. Show Pooch your t-clit honey" I was still writhing in ecstasy on the chair with my hand hooked onto my corset when I freed my now painfully stiff rod from the loop in my panties. It bounced up like it was spring loaded and it was neatly framed by the fuzzy puff where my pubic hair would have been without the panties. I started stroking myself and looking at you doing the same.

Traci walked over to me and started posing along with me. She'd stay behind me and take over stoking my clitty, or stand next to me, working that riding crop in and out of her cunt sometimes putting an end in my mouth so that I could taste her juices. She stop posing or talking long enough to wrap her hot mouth around my throbbing T-clit and then say something in a cooing voice like "Which do you like better Pooch, chicks with cunts or chicks with dicks? Who do you want to fuck? I bet you like to suck dick don't you. Are you a faggot Poochie? Is that why you like chicks with Dicks? Because you're a faggot? Hmmm? " We were writhing and posing and you really started to slam the old ham "Slow down Pooch dear. When you cum the party'll be over. Come over here and suck on my baby's clitty. That'll slow you down"

When you got up to come over and kneel between my knees I thought, "finally, what I've been waiting for all night". Your goatee brushed against my tight ball sack as your mouth pressed against my groin. I was surprised you could fit all 7 inches into your mouth but I figured maybe you'd done some sort of practicing since we last were together.

I ran my fingers through your hair and Gasped "Oh Pooch baby, that's so good" Traci meanwhile pushed my head down to one of her nipples. If her breasts were large for her body, then her nipples were large for her breasts. The looked like strawberries in a mound of ice cream. Her aureoles were large too, almost 3 inches or so in diameter. I sucked on the nipple like a newborn, licking the big pink circles around them like a dog laps water.

I need to know more about where you learned to suck cock. Maybe because you were my first boy experience, but I never had head like that. I'm sure it's got something to do with knowing what you like and being able to duplicate it. Your goatee was something completely unique for me and it drove me mad when you buried your nose in my little panty puff and rubbed your chin against my balls.

I was leaning back screaming with pleasure when I started to feel a familiar feeling. I stood up off the stool and started to pump my groin against you face and screamed. "I'm going to com honey! Suck it, Suck it, oh yeah, Suck it baby!" As soon as I said that I felt a sharp pain across my ass. Traci whacked me with her riding crop and firmly said. "No coming bitch. Traci always comes first" The little sting distracted me long enough to pull out of your mouth and sit back on the chair. I looked in your eyes and could see the disappointment on your face. Traci could too.

"I told you he was a faggot." She said. "Can you keep it stiff without a dick in your mouth. Can you fuck a pussy or do you just like to suck dick? Would you like to come over and fuck me honey. Come and fuck Tracy sweetie." Traci stood directly in front of me, bent over, and put her head in my lap and started to lick my scrotum and the thighs above my stockings. She'd take my balls in her mouth and gently rub the flat top of her tongue against them Her ass was aimed right at you and her legs were spread apart offering you a perfect target for you cock, which was throbbing up and down with anticipation. You stepped up behind her, and in seconds, you were buried deep inside her soaking pussy. You leaned forward and kissed me. Our mouths became one mass of tongues and lips. Tracy then took all my T-clit into her mouth.

The sight in the mirrors was beyond hot. Her smooth pale skin all decked out in her dominatrix black. Your face twisted with pleasure, with your cock disappearing into her sweet hot cunt. Her pretty little face bobbing up and down on to my love pole. Soon I noticed that she was duplicating the moves of your cock. If you thrust in to her pussy she sucked all of me in. When you pulled in and out she would move her mouth up and down my rod too. This was my sweet baby's gift to me. She was acting as a translator so you could fuck me properly. I looked in you eyes and held your hands on Traci's back or grabbed your hands tight like I was holing the reigns of some bizarre bucking bronco.

"Oh fuck me Pooch honey, fuck me hard. Fuck me all night long. Fuck me till I can't take any more. Oh yes, fuck me baby, oh yeah that's it, fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE!" Each time you moved you cock Traci would make the corresponding move with her mouth.

I'm not sure who came first. Tracy was coming and shaking so hard we had to hold her up to keep from falling down. She finally took her mouth away from my clitty and grabbed it with her tiny little hands stroking me to ecstasy. Then she screamed at you. "Can you come on my ass Poochie? Cum on my ass? Come on you faggot come on my ass. Hmmm? Come…, on my…, ass! What about you B'Ellana? Hmmm? Cum baby, cum for me honey. Cum for Poochie too" With that, she pulled me by my rod, right off the stool and rubbed one of her nipples right underneath the very tip of my T-clit. I let out a shriek and let out an evening's full of love juice. It blasted Traci right in the face, as she squeezed out every last drop. Quick as a cat (or maybe quick as a pussy) she wheeled around and started sucking you as hard as I've ever seen her suck dick. I could see your eyes roll up in your head and you let out a deep moan "Arghhh!!" you said while Traci sucked you dry.

She got every last drop and then turned around and fed me your love juice with a hot deep kiss. Our tongues played with the hot salty, pungent liquid, her face still soaked with my cum. Soon I had a chin soaked in love juice too. I fell to my knees grabbed your still stiff prick hoping to drain any remaining juice from your cock. I was surprised how long your dick remained stiff. I licked every inch on the outside and finally squeezed it in my hand and milked one last little "pearl" from your dick and licked it off the tip. When I took it deep into my mouth for the last warm moist "cleaning" You shuddered so hard I though you would fall. You then came over and kissed me hard and deep, getting a little of our cum caught in your beard.

The three of us lay motionless for a while when Tracy said wearily, "Party's over after everyone comes. We've got a 2:00 AM train to catch." You started to protest but I put a finger over your lips and promised to write everything down and send it to you soon. You rode with us to the train station and kissed me goodbye just before the train pulled away.

Thank you Poochie dear. Thank you for the best fuck of my life.

Amour et paix,

B'Ellana

  

  

  

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