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by B'Ellana Marie Duquesne

 

Alison dear,

It was so nice to hear from you and thank you again for the lovely picture. I'm so enamored of idea of crossing the ocean and visiting you. I could fly into London and then I could get dressed before meeting you at one of your favorite clubs. I've got a gorgeous red silk dress just for the occasion. It has a Mandarin collar with brocade designs all throughout the fabric. It hugs my body in just the right way to accentuate the curves I can get from my favorite black leather and lace corsette. The scoop hemline stops just below the knee and has a slit that opens just enough to show all of the black lace top stockings I always wear with that dress. (Just to make sure everyone knows what a slut I really am.)

I come to the club where you say you can meet me and I already find you there dancing alone on the dance floor. You're wearing a very tight and very, very short black skirt and a black chiffon blouse. The top is covered with a lace pattern that allows everyone to see through the blouse but discreetly covers enough to show just the right amount of your breasts. (Or are they breast forms? I can't quite tell through the lace) What I can see clearly though, is the tiny chain swinging under the blouse connected under the lace where each of your nipples would be if I could see all not just most of your breasts through the black lace blouse.

I come over to you right away and you smile as you recognize me. I join you in a half embrace half dance. The music slows and we slowly sway with the rhythm of the music beginning an erotic dance that catches everyone's attention. We are almost the same height and so our lips are at the same level almost touching but not quite. Your long beautiful legs brush against mine and I almost squeal from the feeling of your very sheer nylons (stockings or pantyhose? I wonder) against my own nylon-covered leg.

We dance closer and now our lips actually touch, and yet this touching of the lips is far from an actual kiss. It's just ever so light contact punctuated by a flickering tongue and an open mouth. Breathing so warm I feel like I can drink your breath. The quick contact of your tongue against my lips and my own hungry tongue send sparks all through my body. I want so much to hungrily cover your mouth with mine, hoping that you would just fill my mouth with a hard tongue that I could just swallow. Instead I follow your lead and you let me understand with a look in your eye that I should just continue to dance with you as our lips and tongues continue to dance their own little dance.

You pull me closer and our groins melt together. The silk dress rubs against your crotch and I can tell from the hard flat surface that both of us have put our best parts away from public viewing. The dance evolves into a grind that we both know is more for the eyes watching us in the club than it is for each other. I wonder if you put you "member" straight down like I keep mine. I feel your knee rub between both my knees and our dance soon becomes a grinding, gyrating exchange of knee and thigh surrounded by knees and thighs first mine between yours and then yours between mine. The nylons (you're wearing pantyhose I soon discover) provide both the lubrication and the delicious friction as we find our own rhythm to match the music. I'm now to the point of squeezing your thigh between my thighs at each grinding dance "step". Your skirt rides higher and higher in front as you grind your hips and legs even closer into the open slit in my dress until I can feel your hard stiff cock rubbing against my thigh just above my stocking tops.

The music pounds. My mouth waters. Your cock rubs against my thigh. Your breast's nipples rub across my own red silk bust. My own cock screams for some relief. All the while your eyes hold me like some Vampire exercising total control. I start to move my hands just to focus my mind on something other than the pleasure/agony of our legs, thighs, and hips continuing the grinding dance. I can feel the soft fabric of your skirt around your ass and hips. I can tell now that everyone in the club guessing to see if we'll loose control and start to fuck right there on the dance floor!

I whisper in you ear that I need to sit down before I faint. We find a seat in a nice quite corner. I want to talk to you. Learn more about you. Tell you about myself, but I have worshipped that cock of yours ever since you first sent me that picture with your sweet innocent eyes looking up from your bed holding that beautiful stiff rod. I never saw anything so beautiful and delicious looking. I have virgin lips that had never before been penetrated by a cock before, but I had been dreaming about taking your stiff dick deep into my mouth ever since the first day I saw that picture.

So I innocently ask if we could leave to be alone somewhere where I could "please you", but you take my hand and put it in your lap and tell me that we have to wait for another friend of yours. Under the table where we're sitting, I can feel that you're still hard under your skirt. My new long fingernails strumming your stiff rod through your pantyhose (gosh no panties!) like some classical guitarist. Soon both our hands are busy under the table. Above the table our lips still don't even press hard enough to disturb the beautiful frosted lipstick that moistens your mouth but below the tablecloth your first touch of your fingers wrapping around my engorged cock drives me to maddening ecstasy. Your warm hand surrounds my stiff member and you gently run your thumb along the underside with an expert combination of pressure and friction. I let out a soft moan and I cum in your hand and shoot my warn love juice onto my thigh. I'm embarrassed to cum so quickly but it was an orgasm that was in the making the minute I saw you on the dance floor.

Very considerately you continue the stroking motion with your thumb milking every last drop while still keeping your hand dry. Finally you bring you hand up from under the table and lick your fingers removing any small traces of my cum and giving me a sly "what a naughty girl I am" smile.

I discreetly place a napkin between my legs and am in the middle of taking care of the mess under my dress when I hear a voice say "Alison dear, I hope this is the surprise you have for me.' The voice was connected to a beautiful boy. I was still recovering from the explosion that had just happened between my legs and the music was so loud I couldn't hear his name. Moreover, I had my breath taken away by this young vision. His features were definitely androgynous. I half expected him to be a girl perhaps a FTM cross dresser. Surely I thought, that he must spend some part of his life en femme'. What a waste of a beautiful face if he didn't. But I would not find out. I didn't get much time for questions. In fact I had little time at all when I could speak.

We left and took a taxi to my hotel room. In the cab you didn't wait before hungrily kissing our your friend's mouth. At the same time you freed your stiff cock from your pantyhose and I finally got the prize I had been dreaming about

for 3,000 miles. It took an incredible amount of discipline but I was determined to give you the best head you ever had or would ever have. I alternated long strokes with short ones. I lingered around the head and the tip some and would shift to deep strokes shoving my lips into your pubic hair. I took time to lick the tip and ran my tongue down to your balls taking each of them into my mouth first alternately then both at once punctuated by deep sucking motions and my best tongue flicking and licking.

We were still in the cab when you moved away from the beautiful boy's mouth and buried your face into his lap. I could hear the sound of the driver asking directions. I could also hear the voice of your boyfriend answering the driver and the sound of you and him moaning and you and I slurping. I was totally taken by surprise when all of a sudden I felt your hips jerk and a warm salty gush of liquid filled my mouth. I think you were turned on by your friend's own orgasm. He let out a yell (no other way to describe it) and it was soon followed by your own moans and the wonderful taste in my mouth. I did my best to suck hard and long so that you could properly "finish". The last few strokes you lifted up your hips and grabbed the back of my head, as I head you whisper. "Ooooh, yes, yes yes… let Allison fuck your face dear"

The cab pulled in front of the hotel we paid the driver. I couldn't help noticing that "wouldn't you like to be let in on the action" look you gave him as we got out. Back in the room I soon discovered that our friend may have had a boy/girl face, but he had a real man's body. I was sure he was a model or dancer or some other "professional" that used his body for a deliberate purpose. He'd gotten undressed before any of us could say a word. You immediately dropped to your knees and started sucking on his quickly stiffening rod. I kneeled down next to you and both of our mouths surrounded his beautiful piece of meat. Having given my very first blowjob just minutes earlier. I was enthralled by the sensation of having a penis in my mouth. I was even more turned on by the sensation of out mouths and tongues joining together around that stiff pleasure stick. I almost fainted (again) when we both reached the tip of that hot stiff dick and kissed each other, as we tasted each other's tongues still full of the aftertaste of hot cum!

We somehow moved to the bed and got undressed. I had worn my corsette just so you could see my shapely ass emerge from compressed waist held together between my stockings and my garters. You kept you sweet member free through an opening in your pantyhose but you left the chiffon lace blouse on. I couldn't tell if you left it on for a reason (I loved the effect of the chain dangling from your nipples) or were just to "busy". We'd all managed to each find a cock to swallow. You were sucking him, me sucking you and the mystery "pretty boy" (that's what you called him with your whispering) devouring the eight inches between my legs. There was a sweet sweet moment when the three of us lay on the bed moaning in ecstasy the only sound being the sound of a mouth stuffed with cock.

I would have been content to lay there and suck till I had my fill, but you let go of his cock and started giving your attention to my ass. As you licked and moistened my opening I murmured something about not having done this before. You then suddenly shift around and softly say, "Well dear, let Alison show you what a real tranny-babe can do".

Gracefully you swing around on your back and raise your knees to the ceiling with your 3" stiletto heels planted firmly on the bed. Your pretty boy friend stuffs his hot stiff rod into your opening as it disappears into you beautiful round ass. I find myself staring straight down at your own sweet cock as I watch another cock emerge in and out of the opening of your panty hose. The vision of your beautiful body covered in black chiffon and nylon and the gorgeous pink dicks (yours and his) surrounded by the long black pantyhose makes me want to give you pleasure beyond imagination.

I swallow your hot stiff prick as far as I can, as I start to hear your moans pulse in a rhythm that echo the thrusts from your boyfriend. I too start to move my mouth up and down the shaft in the same rhythm. Soon you start to talk, softly at first then louder and louder. "Fuck me pretty boy, Hmmm? Can you come on my ass? Can you shoot it on the bad girl's face? Hmmm? Don't you want to see B'Ellana with cum on her face?" "Oh yes,,,,, Oh yes" I join in. "Can the pretty boy come on my face? He then starts stroking faster and harder.

I'm waiting for his eruption, when I'm surprised by the hot load of jizz filling my mouth. I pull my face away and stroke your dick with my hand so you can see your cum spray across my cheek and over my lips. I'm licking your shaft and balls and still milking your last drops of when our friend pulls his cock out of your ass and explodes on my face as well. I grab him with the other hand and I've got two cocks that I'm shoving into my mouth with my face and both cocks covered with come. I'm lost in a state of delirium as I can barely hear your voice cooing. "What a nasty little girl. Look how she loves to suck cock and eat cum. What a nasty little bitch. Nasty girls eat cum and they like it when you shoot it on their faces. Did you want to fuck the nasty little bitch pretty boy?"

I loose myself in that delirium never to sort out how many times my mouth and ass would be filled with cock or how many times my own life juices would be milked, sucked, or squeezed out of me. Later on, I pass out from the ecstasy only to find myself alone the next morning with a note telling me to make sure I let you know when I might return to the UK.

Anyway Alison, it would be nice if we really could meet that way. Until the day we do meet, I'll just have to share this fantasy. Let me know how you liked it TTFN!

Amour et paix,

 

B'Ellana

  

  

  

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