THE WONDERFUL ADVENTURES OF MISS K: GOLDEN STATE REVIVAL
Saturday, April 18th, 2009By Brett Lynn
“Last night was fun, hey Trace?”
Tracy giggled, then breezily replied, “yeah, that was
fun.”
The two ladies shared a pregnant pause as the black
SUV sped down I-15, MOP’s “Cold as Ice” blaring on the
stereo and the windows wide open to let the wind whip
through their hair. Tracy had her blonde tresses
pressed straight and blowing away from her caramel
face, with nothing but coral pink lip gloss on it.
She wore nothing but a wifebeater, a pair of daisy
dukes and some platform sandals. Meanwhile, Miss K
let her dark chocolate skin bask in the sun as she
drove, wearing lipstick to match her auburn hair along
with a white Dolce & Gabana tube top. She wore a pair
of black platform boots to go with her black micro-
mini and a black thong to hold in her big black
secret. Miss K had run her hand through her hair to
get out some of the tangles when she heard her cell
phone ringing.
“I wonder who could that be,” Miss K said as she
picked up the phone.
“Hello? Hey, what’s up? What gives? You’re
concerned about the bill you just got? What for? Oh,
those charge. So what? It’s just some fucking
ecstasy. I pay you to get me off of stuff like that.
You ain’t my moms. No, I don’t have it on me. I used
it all last night. Anyway, so how are the investments
going? OK. Nice. Not bad. Anyway, that’s for the
info.”
“What was that about, K?”
“Nothing much,” Miss K said. “My lawyer was a bit
nervous about the ecstasy showing up on my credit card
bill.”
“What’s the big deal? It’s all in good fun, right K?”
“Yeah. Do you believe that stuff? Shit had me
thinking I was in love with you,” Miss K said with an
awkward laugh. “Do you believe that shit?”
“Yeah,” Tracy continued with that awkward laugh. “Had
us getting a luvvy-duvvy and shit.”
“I can’t believe it. No wonder they call that shit
the hug drug!”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve seen people fall in love before
with E!”
“Besides, sex is too fun, too easy and too non-habit
forming. You’d think I’d ever give that up for some
love?”
Tracy giggled, then replied, “yeah. All of a sudden,
our lust-craved asses wanna be like some soap-opera
chicks. I enjoy a good pounding WAY too much!” Then,
she sat back up in her seat and said, “though I can’t
front about last night. The sex was unreal.”
“Yeah,” Miss K trailed off. She then reached over and
rubbed the seam of Tracy’s shorts right over her clit,
making Tracy gasp in shock.
“Here’s a little something to remember who I am,” Miss
K said as she unbuttoned Tracy’s sort, slipped her
hand inside and rubbed Tracy’s cunny, having her thumb
rub her clit. She slipped a couple of fingertips
between her friend’s labia, eliciting a moan from
Tracy as she pressed her pussy into Tracy’s hand.
Miss K began turned on as she heard Tracy moan and
felt Tracy get hot, making her nipples pop through her
top and her dick nearly pop out from under her skirt.
Feeling how tight her thong became, Miss K pulled it
aside with the hand on the steering wheel and let her
hard dick pop out, giving it a few gratuitous strokes
while still rubbing Tracy’s pussy before pulling over
to the side of the road.
“Here a contest I have for you,” Miss K said as she
turned to face Tracy. “I want to see who I can get
off faster, me or you, and whoever does has to finish
off the other, OK?”
“Yeah,” Tracy panted out as Miss K rubbed her clit.
“I can’t wait for you to eat out my pussy.”
“Oh really,” Miss K said as she twisted her fingers
around Tracy’s clit and slowly stroked her own hard
dick. “It’s on now. I can’t wait to fill that tight
tummy of yours with my cum.”
Miss K dipped her fingers into Tracy’s moist quim and
dragged them back over Tracy’s clit, petting her kitty
as she slowly stroked her cock. She kept that up as
Tracy rode her hand, holding onto the door handle to
keep her stable. Feeling her dick flex in her hand,
she twisted her fingers around Tracy’s clit feeling
the little pebbles harden in her grasp. As she kept
working her fingers on the clit, she began to pull on
it some, almost jerking it off as she rubbed her
fingertips over the tip. She stroked herself harder,
licking her lips at Tracy’s heaving body and hard
nipples, thinking about just giving it up and shoving
her dick balls deep into that wet pussy. Instead, she
plunged two fingers deep into Tracy and felt out for
her g-spot, eliciting a high pitched squeal from Tracy
when she did. She began to twist her fingers inside
of her pussy, tapping her g-spot with her fingertips
as her thumb idly rubbed Tracy’s clit. She spit in
the palm of her hand and rubbed her cock some more as
she felt Tracy’s cunt begin to clamp down on her
fingers.
“So, it looks like I’m gonna win,” Miss K said as she
pumped and twisted her fingers inside of Tracy,
rubbing the clit with her thumb.
“No…no you’re not,” Tracy panted as she tried to keep
herself perfectly still.
“Yes you are little girl!”
“Nuh-uh! You are not making me cum,” Tracy said as
she tried to resist the onslaught on her pussy.
“Really,” Miss K said as she bend over to suck Tracy’s
nipple into her mouth through her wife beater,
flicking her tongue at her nipple through her shirt.
As she pumped her fingers as hard as she could, she
felt Tracy arch her back right into her mouth and
clamp down on Miss K’s fingers with her pussy, pulling
on them as she came.
“Oh god, you’re such a bitch,” Tracy giggled as she
rode through her orgasm, smiling at her friend through
lust hazed eyes.
“But I doubt you mind now, huh?” Miss K said as she
slowed down her fingers, letting Tracy come down from
her cum nice and slow. She smiled as she saw Tracy’s
body start to calm down, taking her mouth off of
Tracy’s breasts and giving her a nice, wet tongue kiss
as she extracted her fingers from Tracy’s pussy and
her hand from Tracy’s shorts.
Miss K pulled away from the kiss, sat back down in her
seat and slowly stroked her dick for Tracy’s eyes,
licking her lips and looking over at Tracy before
reaching up and stroking Tracy’s hair with her free
hand.
“Now, it’s time for you to pay up, Trace.”
Miss K pulled Tracy’s head to her dick, then gasped as
she felt Tracy’s mouth open up, her tip sliding over
Tracy’s tongue. Little by little, she pushed Tracy’s
head down onto her shaft, feeling her dick get slowly
inhaled into Tracy’s throat. As she jerked Tracy’s
head up and down, she pulled the tube top off of her
breasts with her free hand and lifted a nipple up to
her mouth to lick and suck on. Squeezing her breast
as she did so, she pushed Tracy’s head down on her
dick until there was only a couple of inches outside
her mouth, then held her head still as she pushed the
last two inches up to her lips.
“Stick your tongue out for me, Tracy! Lick my balls!”
Miss K said as she squeezed her tits with both hands,
pinching at her nipples.
She shivered when she felt Tracy’s tongue lick her
balls, tugging on her nutsack a bit before slowly
lifting her head completely off of her dick, swirling
her tongue around the tip. She felt Tracy slowly
plunge her head onto and off of her dick, milking her
cock with her throat as she teased her nipples. After
each stroke, Tracy lapped her tongue around Miss K’s
swollen head, making her shake in her seat. With one
last plunge, Tracy sucked on Miss K’s flexing dick as
hard as she could, swirling her tongue around the
thick spit-slick chocolate stick as she tried to suck
out the delicious inside. Miss K felt her suck harder
on her dick as she felt Tracy’s head get lower and
lower, playing with her pebble hard nipples as she
felt an orgasm come on. Frustrated by Tracy’s
teasing, though, Miss K forced Tracy’s head all the
way down just as her friend began to suck on her
entire dick hard. She bent over, squeezed Tracy’s
head hard and tightened her hips as she shot her load
into Tracy’s stomach, feeling her cum coat her
friend’s esophagus. As she began to relax, she felt
Tracy slowly pull her head off of her dick, still
sucking on her way up. As she stared off into the
distance, she felt Tracy clean off the last of her cum
off of the tip of her dick, then give it a light peck
with her lips. As she let herself come down from her
orgasm, she stared off into the distance, physically
relaxed.
“Is everything OK, K?” Tracy asked as she looked at
her friend.
“Yeah, Trace,” Miss K said with a preoccupied tone,
pulling her tube top back over her breasts and tucking
her dick back into her thong. “I’m alright. I’m just
coming down from the head, you know?”
“Yeah,” Tracy said as she gave Miss K a kiss on the
cheek. “Nice to know I rock your world like that.”
“Thanks,” Miss K coolly said with a smile as she
started her car and looked onto the interstate. “That
was fun.” She then pulled back onto I-15, speeding
off into the distance, her body completely relaxed.
***
After a long drive across the California desert, they
arrived at their Hollywood hotel, ready to stretch
their legs after the long journey. After getting
stable on their legs, Miss K handed the SUV keys to
the valet, then she and Tracy walked over to the hotel
concert to pick up their keys.
“Man, that was a nice trip,” Miss K said as she walked
away from the counter. “The view was pretty gorgeous
out there.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet,” Tracy said as she pressed for
the elevator. “I know you like staring at me when
you’re driving, but you didn’t have to go through all
that to say so.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re cute too,” Miss K said with a
laugh as the two stepped onto the elevator. “Let’s
relax a bit and enjoy Tinseltown. I know there must
be something popping around here.”
The elevator opened up on their floor, and the two
walked out, ready to relax in their room. When they
arrived, they saw that the room was open, with a
lingering maid still making one of the beds. The
maid’s butt stuck out of her rose pink utilitarian
dress, and she looked like she had a good sized pair
of breasts. Miss K saw a golden opportunity to have
some more fun, thinking about how that maid’s pussy
might taste on her lips and feeling her thong tighten
on her dick. She licked her lips, then turned to
Tracy and nodded her head, grinning like mad.
“No way…OK OK K!” Tracy whispered. “Just let me
watch.”
“No prob Trace. I’ll give you a good show,” Miss K
said with a wink.
The tall transsexual slid off her high heels, slid a
condom out of her purse and into her thong and quietly
walked behind the maid. She then got down on her
knees and slid her head under the maid’s dress, making
the maid stiffen up. Sensing her opportunity, she
lifted up the maid’s dress and held up her skirt,
licking the panty-covered slit of the maid and making
her squirm on her tongue. Miss K then slid her hand
up the maid’s back and caressed it, trying to get her
to relax as she soaked the gusset of the maid’s
panties with her spit.. Once it was good and soaked,
she began to lick the maid’s pussy through her
panties, making her purr as she licked along. Miss K
pulled down the maid’s panties down to her ankles,
then pressed her lips to the top of the maid’s
asscrack and dribbled her spit, making the maid scream
when she felt the sensation.
“Who is this?” the maid managed to pant out in a heavy
Mexican accent.
“I’m just the person who’s going to stay in this
room,” Miss K said before placing her lips on the
maid’s hairy pussy and humming on it. “I just want to
give you a tip. Do you mind?”
“No,” the maid replied, falling down onto the bed as
she held onto the sheets for dear life.
Miss K snaked her tongue around the hairs on her
labia, teasing her with the tip of her tongue. As she
held her cheeks a bit apart, Miss K licked a path
through the maid’s pubic hair, then flicked her tongue
along the exposed skin in rhythm to the girl’s moans.
She burrowed her tongue under the maid’s clit hood and
squirmed her tongue right on the maid’s clit as she
let a fingertip slide through her wet labia. Then,
she sucked hard on the clit, humming on it as she held
on to the maid’s hips with her free hand. She felt
the maid begin to buck on her hips as she slid one of
the maid’s inner labia into her mouth, licking the
inside of it as she hummed on it. She quickly slid a
couple of fingers inside the maid’s wet pussy, looking
to push the maid quickly over the edge as she pumped
them in and out. Finding that she didn’t quite finish
that quickly, she again sucked on the maid’s tiny
clit, dragging her fingers along the sugar walls as
she furiously pumped her fingers inside of her.
Suddenly, she heard the maid stiffen up just as she
felt her pussy clamp down on her fingers. As she let
the maid came, she held her fingers still, gently
sucking on her clit as her pussy pulled on her
fingers, the moans of the maid making both her nipples
and her dick hard.
Feeling that the maid was beginning to settle down,
she pulled aside her thong and stroked her now-hard
dick, stealing a bit of the maid’s wetness on her palm
to lube it up. As she gently licked on the maid’s
clit, she quietly opened her condom, then slowly
rolled it onto her huge, hard dick, loving the wetness
trapped inside of the latex.
Miss K looked over her shoulder and saw Tracy leaning
against a wall, both of her hands buried in her crotch
as she looked at the scene in front of her. As Miss K
stood up, she showed off her hard dick for Tracy’s
eyes, eliciting a smile and a shudder from Tracy. In
turn, Tracy put a finger up over her lips, then
pointed to the closed door. She sank another finger
inside of herself, then slowly started fucking
herself.
“Go fuck her good, K!” Tracy said in a whisper, her
eyes now shut with lust as Miss K caressed the maid’s
pussy with her fingers, then turned to line up her
dick with the maid’s wet cunt.
“You wanna get fucked, little girl?” Miss K asked as
she continued to caress the maid’s pussy, using her
free hand to free her breasts from the tube top and
lift a nipple up to her lips.
“Yes, mamasita,” the maid cooed out, moving her hips
in rhythm to Miss K’s fingers.
“Here it comes!”
Miss K pressed the tip of her thick dick into the
maid’s pussy, holding onto the maid’s hip with one
hand while playing with a nipple with the other.
After reaching down to flick her fingers on the maid’s
clit, Miss K slid her huge dick into the maid balls
deep in one smooth stroke, making the maid scream in
half pleasure and half pain and causing her to writhe
onto her. Miss K slid her hands up the sides of her
maid, lifting her up as she did, then squeezed the
maid’s huge breasts through her uniform dress, making
her almost orgasm as she pinched her hard nipples.
“Are you OK?” Miss K said, somewhat concerned about
the maid’s reaction.
“Yeah, j-just surprised that you were really a man and
hombres like you don’t like girls and oh God! You’re
so biiig! Fuck me mami!” she gasped as she felt Miss
K raked her hard nipples against the maid’s uniform
dress, trying to overwhelm her mind with sensation.
“As you wish,” Miss K responded as she kissed the maid
hard on the lips, sucking the maid’s tongue into her
mouth. As she did this, she unbuttoned the maid’s
dress to maul her tits through her utilitarian bra and
slowly began to pump the maid’s pussy. The maid’s
body shook with the force of each stroke, the friction
inside of her making her gasp ever single second.
Miss K then let the maid’s body drop down to the bed
in front of her, rubbing the maid’s clit with one hand
as she played with her nipples with her free hand. As
she kept using the maid’s pussy to her delight, Miss K
looked over her shoulder at Tracy and smiled when she
saw her eyes fixed her fucking and her hands fixed in
the crotch of her hands, pumping in perfect rhythm to
her strokes. Her dick flexed inside of the maid as
she heard Tracy moan off in the distance as she fell
down on top of the maid’s body, laying her weight on
the maid’s as she kept pumping away at the maid’s
pussy. The maid, in response, writhed her pinned body
under Miss K’s body, gasping for air as she felt her
insides get pulled on by the transsexual’s large dick
as her clit grinding on the bedspread fabric.
Quickly, the maid began to stiffen up once again, as
Miss K’s furious thrusts had driven her to yet another
orgasm, her pussy clamping down hard on Miss K’s dick
as she gasped for air.
Miss K rode out the maid’s orgasm, grinding her hard
nipples on the maid’s dress before pulling her dick
out of the maid’s pussy. She then eased her hard,
sensitive dick out of the maid’s body and pulled off
her slick condom, stroking the raw tip in her hands
and making her nipples burn with feeling. She flipped
over the limp maid on the bed, then climbed on with
her knees and placed her tip on the maid’s lips, who
promptly opened her mouth and began to softly suck it.
Miss K stroked her shaft hard with her left hand as
she brushed the maid’s hair away from her face with
the right. As the maid’s swirled her tongue around
the tip, Miss K felt herself let go as she held onto
one breast and let her milk go into the maid’s mewling
mouth. As she felt her dick release its spend, then
lifted up both of her breasts and licked on each of
her nipples, making her purr a bit just before almost
catching her tongue in her throat as she felt another
tongue on her ass.
“Trace?” Miss K called out as she looked over her
shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Tracy said as she popped up from
under her friend. “Your ass was just sticking out and
since I’d just finished cumming, I couldn’t resist.”
“Slut!” Miss K said as she pulled her dick out the
maid’s mouth and tongue kissed Tracy hard on the lips,
almost sucking her breath away. She then gave Tracy a
hard slap on the ass and said, “you know I love it
though.”
“Damn right,” Tracy said as she lightly grabbed a
piece of Miss K’s ass.
“So, maid, what’s your name?” Miss K asked.
“Carlotta, señora,” the maid breathlessly replied.
“Sorry about that, but you looked like too much fun,”
Miss K said with a smile. “I didn’t mean to fuck you
half into a coma. I must have cost you a few tips
cleaning these rooms while I was fucking you silly,
right?”
“Si, yeah…”
“Get me my purse Trace,” Miss K said, pointing in the
general direction of the door. “I’m gonna give you
$100 right now, Carlotta. It should make up for the
lost time. Are you gonna give me some nice service
for my stay here?”
“Yes, mamichula!” Carlotta said as she slowly got her
bearings and pulled up her panties. “I’ll make sure
we do an excellent job for you, um…”
“Kayla, and this is my friend over here Tracy,” Miss K
said as she took the money from Tracy’s hand and
handed it over to Carlotta. “Here you go, and make
sure to open the door for the bellboys on the way
out.”
“OK, mami,” Carlotta said as she stood up and walked
to the door. When she reached the door, she turned
and said “enjoy your stay, mamasita!”, punctuating it
with a wink.
“See what this body has got me?” Miss K said with a
wide grin as she laid back on the bed. “Now, I’m
getting great hotel service.”
“Just like a slut, huh?” Tracy said with a giggle
before flopping down on the bed.
“Bitch!” Miss K said before sticking out her tongue
and enjoying a good belly laugh before basking in the
sun that shone through the window.
***
As Miss K descended down the final drop of Space
Mountain, the adrenaline rush was unreal. Every
single inch of her body felt weak, her balance was out
of whack and her heart was pumping like mad. “Wow!
This is fun!” she thought to herself, delirious in
joy. As the roller coaster began to coast down to the
end, and she finally caught a glimpse of light, she
looked over to Tracy and saw her giggling hoarsely,
reminding her of the high-pitched screams that had hit
her ears just a few moments ago. Slowly, a packed
platform with a sci-fi tableau showed up in front of
them. In no time, the Disney World attendant
hurriedly helped Tracy out of her seat and onto the
platform. When the attendant got to Miss K, she had a
bit of a struggle getting the big transsexual to her
feet until another guy ran over and helped her onto a
pair of two wobbly feet. She smoothed out her pink
baby tee and knee-length denim skirt, then ambled over
to a waiting Tracy. Following the crowd out of the
Space Mountain, Miss K and Tracy stumbled out into the
bright Southern California sun.
“Aren’t you glad I talked you into taking me into
Disneyland now?” Tracy said coquettishly as they
walked along.
“Oh hell yeah!” Miss K said as she slowly got her
balance back. “That was a fucking rush, you know? It
brings back memories too, of when I was out here when
I was a kid. It’s a shame you didn’t do it then.”
“But I’m here now, following your slutty ass,” Tracy
said back, pressing up to Miss K’s body.
“Ah, come on, Trace. This is supposed to be a family
park, remember?”
“You weren’t thinking family when you were looking at
my wet t-shirt on Splash Mountain, weren’t you?” Tracy
said with a giggle.
Miss K shook her head, causing a few of her auburn
locks to fall in front of her face, then letting out
of a laugh as she thought about how nice Tracy’s hard
nipples looked in that tight, wet, white t-shirt.
“You got a point. You definitely got a point.”
After almost walking right into another woman, Miss K
looked up and saw a refreshment stand and remembered
how hoarse she was. She reached into her pocket,
pulled out a $20 bill and handed it to Tracy. “Could
you do me a favor and get us some eats, Trace? I’ll
try to find us a table to sit down at, OK?”
“Sure. I think I can find you sitting down,” Tracy
said as she stuffed the money in her tight jeans.
“Nah, I don’t think so. You know the preponderance of
6′5″ Black red-headed transsexual millionaires,” Miss
K said before breaking out in laughter again. “See ya
in a bit, Trace.”
Miss K walked around the tables to find her and Tracy
a seat when she found a table with a few chairs empty.
Sitting there was a couple of women with a kid in the
stroller that looked to be about a year old. One of
them was an Amazonian-looking Black girl wearing a
black t-shirt stretched to the limits in the chest,
while the other was a pixie like Asian girl. After
looking at the kid, her first thought was that perhaps
they were in-laws on a family vacation.
“Hey, mind if I sit here?” Miss K asked the Asian
girl.
“Sure, go on ahead. We won’t mind,” the Black girl
answered.
Thinking it was strange that one girl answered for the
other, Miss K sat down on the bench by the table.
“You don’t mind if my friend comes over and sits here,
right?” Miss K asked.
“No, not at all,” the Black girl asked.
Miss K sat there, thinking about the accent she just
noticed. “You’re a fellow Noo Yawka, huh?”
“Queens and the Bronx,” the girl replied.
“Bed-stuy, do or die, here.”
“So how come you didn’t beat me up yet?”
“Don’t worry, Queens girl. Bloomberg repealed that
law that requires us Brooklynites as brawlers.”
The two women shared a laugh at the inside joke, then
the girl in the black t-shirt extended her hand. “My
name is Marilyn, and to my right is my wife Kat and my
daughter Mimi.”
“The name’s Kayla here,” Miss K said as she shook
Marilyn’s hand before freezing up a bit. She pulled
out her other hand, looked down at their hands and
felt up Marilyn’s hand, realizing how big it was.
Marilyn, quickly catching on to what Miss K was doing,
did likewise with her hands. When they realized how
big they were, they both looked up into each other’s
eyes and said the same thing simultaneously.
“No need to say more,” Miss K said as she placed her
tray down. “My bad running off like that.”
“That’s the last time I ask you to save a table,”
Tracy said as she and Miss K of them sat down. “What
did you do, run off and get some or something?”
“Actually, yes,” Marilyn chimed in. “My wife just
gave your, um, friend a blowjob.”
“Huh?” Tracy said as she put down her soda and settled
in. “Run that by me again? This sounds interesting.”
“OK, here’s the deal,” Marilyn chimed in. “I was
sitting down at a table when your friend Kayla asked
if some seats were available at our table. There
were, and she sat down, and we started talking. It
turns out that me and her might have had something in
common. Once we got on that, we went to the bathroom
to check it out, and my wife here indulged in a little
fantasy she’d always wanted to try, but never had the
chance to do so.”
“What do you mean you had to go to the bathroom to
check that out?” Tracy said as she glanced over in
Marilyn’s direction. Then, it dawned on her what
Marilyn was implying as she looked up and down
Marilyn’s face and busty, curvy torso. “Nah, ain’t no
way,” Tracy said with a giggle. “You look way too
feminine than that. You look like you were born
female.”
“Well, allow me to check if your friend here is what
you’re thinking. I’d love it if she was like my
Donnie baby,” Shari said as she playfully ruffled
Marilyn’s hair.
“Stop that, Sharilynn,” Marilyn said in mock protest,
playfully hitting her sister’s breast. “You know I
hate that name.”
“OK, Marilyn, I’ll stop,” Shari said at she gave her
sister a hug. Sharilynn then took a good look at Miss
K as she was munching on her hot dog, then said,
“lemme find out if she has any hot dogs besides the
one in her hand.”
Sharilynn slid her hand under the table and underneath
Miss K’s skirt, teasing her nails on Miss K’s inner
thighs. She then suddenly reached between Miss K’s
legs and grabbed her dick through her thong, rubbing
it back and forth before pulling it aside and stroking
her soft shaft, purring as she felt Miss K’s dick
harden in her hands.
“Yep, your friend is just like my sis…and almost as
hung too! I gotta fuck this!” Sharilynn said to Tracy
as Kat looked up and flashed a knowing smile.
“What do you mean almost as hung, um, Sharilynn. You
mean that…” she said before pausing and feeling her
nipples harden and her pussy start to moisten. “Oh my
God!” she said as a wide grin crept across her face.
“We gotta all fuck. What does everyone say to that?”
“Sure, Trace,” Marilyn said as she pulled the hot dog
out of her mouth. “What about you guys?”
“Yeah,” Kat replied as she cast her gaze up at her
wife.
“I’m OK with it, just as long as someone watches my
little Mimi,” Marilyn said as she reached back at
caressed her baby girl.
“You have a kid?” Tracy said as she let out a nervous
giggle. “OK…”
“Alright, alright, I’ll watch the rugrat,” Shari
chimed in. “I just gotta get my playtime in, you got
it?”
“OK, sis, you can fuck after we’re finished. OK?”
Marilyn said.
“I’m OK, Marilyn.”
“So, where are you guys staying?” Miss K said between
sips of her Coke.
“Oh, about 10 minutes away. The modeling agency put
me up in a place not too far away from here,” Marilyn
chimed in.
“You model?” Tracy and Miss K asked at once.
“Sure. I do a little bikini modeling as well as we as
some adult spreads now and then,” Marilyn chimed in.
“That’s what has me out West for a bit.”
“Cool,” Tracy said.
“OK, we’ll fuck, but first we gotta eat. I’m fucking
hungry and my fries are getting cold,” Miss K said
before shoveling some fries into her mouth.
“Alright, we can do that,” Tracy said with a smile as
she sipped on her Coke. “But I can’t hardly wait for
the hotel.”
***
After everyone finished eating, Miss K and Sharilynn
exchanged cell phone numbers, then the ladies hurried
off to their separate cars in Disney’s vast parking
lot. They figured out where each other was in the
parking lot by communicating over their phones, then
Miss K’s SUV followed Sharilynn’s rented car out of
the parking lot and into the afternoon traffic of
Anaheim. A few minutes’ drive on the I-5 freeway
later, Miss K followed Sharilynn off the freeway and
into the parking lot of a nearby Hilton. After they
pulled in next to each other, the ladies all stepped
out the car, with Marilyn taking the time to pull her
daughter out of the car seat and into her stroller.
“So, Kayla, tell me more about yourself. How did you
end up who you are?” Sharilynn asked as she walked up
to Miss K. “I’m curious.”
“Well, you’re not gonna believe this,” Miss K said as
the group began walking towards the hotel. “The basic
story, though, is that I’m a former dot-com multi-
millionaire with way too much cash on hand. Anyway, I
got kinda bored, then started reading about these
shemale stories, and I thought to myself, ‘Oh, that’s
sounds cool.’ So I decided to spend close to a mill
on plastic surgery instead of, say, books for the
inner-city poor, and what you see is the result.”
“Wow! That’s interesting,” Sharilynn said as she led
the group into the hotel. “I didn’t know you could do
that.”
“Hey, me neither,” Marilyn chimed in. “Shit, if I
knew that, I wouldn’t have risked it all with the
hormones when I was younger.”
“Younger? How old are you now?” Tracy asked.
“Oh, I turned 20 back in July,” Marilyn said.
“Shit, I’m 9 years older! When did you start? 14 or
something?” Miss K said.
“Actually, yeah,” Marilyn said as she pressed the
button for the elevator, then rolled back with the
stroller. “I was envious of my voluptuous sis over
here, so I decided to try her body out for size, liver
and penis function be damned. Luckily, I had a mom
who had more sense then I did and who worked for a
pharmaceutical company. As a result, I was able to
use chemistry to sculpt this body you see before and,
thanks to some goofy jeans, actually, um, enlarge
myself.”
“Damn, I wish I were so lucky. I wouldn’t have spent
the extra cash for the lengthening surgery,” Miss K
quipped.
“Of all the strip clubs of all the world,” Maggie said
with a giggle as she paraphrased the famous line from
Casablanca.
“Mag, what’s wrong?” one of the dancers said as she
walked past. “Everything OK?”
“Sure,” Maggie said with a sense of false confidence.
“Everything’s fine. Gotta make that money, yo!”
Maggie strutted away from the doorway, walking around
the stage and trying to place herself in the general
vicinity of her ex, trying to spy as well as chat up
some of the patrons. She first walked up to a middle
age man, who was in decent shape with a sharp suit and
an expensive Rolex on his wrist. As usual, she said
hello to him by bending down and giving him a look at
her D-cup cleavage, fixing his eyes to her. Once she
got his attention, she leaned on the table and made
idle conversation, making sure to keep her eyes over
where Miss K was sitting. Absent mindedly going
through her usual scripted conversation with the guy,
she saw a waitress drop off a couple of drinks for
Miss K and her friend, then saw them nurse them as
they watched the dancers on the stage behind her. “I
got to get to her, if only to say hi,” Maggie thought
to herself.
“Would you mind me stepping away for a sec?” Maggie
said. “I gotta, um, take care of some stuff.”
“Sure, no problem,” the man said as Maggie slid off
the man’s body.
As Miss K put down the glass she was nursing on, she
got yet another shock. She saw the familiar strut of
her ex-girlfriend, her long hair bouncing in rhythm
with her breasts as she slithered along in the tight,
white ankle-length dress. Almost like a ghost, Maggie
slid into the booth next to Miss K and wrapped an arm
around her, caressing her back.
“So, K,” Maggie whispered into her ear. “Would you
like a lap dance?”
“Maggie? Maggie!” Miss K said as she turned to hug
her ex-girlfriend. “How’s it going? I knew you
headed out west, but I never thought I’d meet you out
here.”
“Me neither,” Maggie said as she returned the hug,
then sat back in her seat. “I’d been keeping touch
with you, but I lost track of you. What happened?”
“Well, I met this lovely thing in a strip club like
this one,” Miss K said as she motioned to Tracy.
“Maggie, meet Tracy. Trace, Mag.”
“Hi,” Tracy said as she leaned over to hug Maggie,
which quickly devolved into a makeout session as Tracy
slid her hand into Maggie’s dress to squeeze a tit and
tongue kiss her hard before pulling away with a purr
and a smile.
“So, you ran out and go another bi stripper like me,
huh?” Maggie said in mock anger. “I guess I should be
flattered,” she said before breaking out in a smile.
“So what has you in LA specifically, K?”
“Well, I’ve been on a cross-country road trip with
this girl, enjoying the sights and fucking everything
within hailing distance,” Miss K said nonchalantly.
“Aww, so it takes a cast of thousands to replace me?”
Maggie said jokingly. Then, she pulled on the
neckline of her dress and exposed her nipples before
pushing her tits together with her arms. “Why don’t
you suck on mama, K? You too Tracy. Don’t worry. I
don’t bite…hard!” she said with a bright smile.
Miss K bent down, stuck out her tongue and licked
around Maggie’s nipple, then kissed her nipple. As
she gently nursed on her ex’s nipple, Tracy climbed
around Miss K and sucked on the other nipple, batting
around the hardening nipple with her tongue, making
Maggie gasp and grab the two ladies’ hair.
“Hey, ladies, would you like a lap dance?” Maggie said
as she pulled her dress over her breasts. “I can show
you how I seduced K over here back when she was a he,
Tracy,” Maggie continued with a nod and a wink.
“You knew him back then?” Tracy said in surprise.
“And you stayed with him too? Why did you two split
up?”
“Oh, the whole east coast-west coast thing,” Maggie
dismissively said. “We’re still friends, though.
Anyway, c’mon! Let’s go!” she said as she reached
between Miss K’s legs and squeezed her dick and balls
through her thong. “Besides, I know my favorite cow
still has plenty of milk for me,” Maggie whispered in
Miss K’s ear, punctuating it with a lick.
“And I still hope you have plenty of that orange cream
for me to lick you freak,” Miss K said with a laugh as
she grabbed her purse. “Let’s go.”
Maggie led the ladies out of the booth and over to the
entrance of the lap dance area. Waving hi to the
bouncer as they passed, they slipped into the VIP
area, then chose a room and slipped behind the
curtain.
“Why don’t you girls have a seat and get ready for the
ride of your life,” Maggie said. “I don’t think we’ll
need much music for what we’ll end up doing.”
Miss K and Tracy took a seat on the plush red velour
couch, then reclined and crossed their legs, waiting
for Tracy to start her show.
“You know, since I got out here, I haven’t found
another girl like you, K, at least one willing to give
me a ride,” Maggie said as she stood there and rocked
her hips from side to side. Then, she squeezed her
tits and said, “And I’ve been wearing out the girls
out here with their strap-ons out here,” as she
dragged her hands down her body. “You know,” she said
as she turned away from the ladies, “as good as the
ladies out here can work it, ain’t nothing like a big,
thick live dick pounding you from behind as you feel
some soft hair and hard nips dragging on your back,
being ridden nice and hard.” She pumped her ass up
and down she said this, dropping into a squat as she
stuck her ass out before reaching under her dress to
rub her wet pussy. She then seductively sucked the
wetness off her finger as she looked over her shoulder
at the ladies.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Oh God yes!” Miss K moaned as she idly rubbed her
hard nipples through her shirt and shifted around on
the couch, looking for a comfortable way to sit on her
now-hard dick.
“Good,” Maggie said as she licked her lips, then
sexily smiled for the ladies.
She walked up right in front of the ladies, twisting
her hips back and forth as they watched, then ran her
hands down her down from her neck to her crotch,
pressing her hips into her hands as we moved her body
in silent rhythm. Maggie wiggled herself in between
Miss K’s legs, then bent over so that Tracy could look
down into her cleavage as slowly moved her ass for
Miss K’s pleasure. She hefted her dangling breasts
into her hands, pressing her cleavage into a tight,
bulging groove, then climbed onto the couch over
Tracy’s reclining body. Maggie straddled her body,
rolling her hips almost up to her chest, then lowered
herself just so that her pussy sat right on top of a
breast for her to grind on. She slowly rubbed her
center on Tracy’s tit for a moment, just enough to
make her panties wet, then slid down her body until
she sat on the girl’s lap, pressing their flesh
together through the fabric as she slid down.
Reaching back, she undid the clasp on her dress and
let the flaps fall down onto Tracy’s body, making the
blonde smile as she felt the sensations start to juice
herself up. As Maggie rode the girl’s lap, the dress
worked its way down off of Maggie’s breasts, slowly
exposing the firm orbs to the ladies gaze. When she
felt the dress finally slip all the way off of her
breasts, Maggie sat back on her hips and ground her
thong-covered pussy against Tracy’s thigh, squeezing
her firm, naturally hanging tits in her hands and
pulling on her nipples.
Maggie then slid herself down Tracy’s leg, making
herself moan as she left a faint trail off moisture on
Tracy’s skin. She then got to her feet on her
stilettos and turned her back to the ladies, looking
over her shoulder at Miss K and smiling. She wrapped
her arms around her breasts, then slowly slid them
down her frame as she slithered her body, wiggling her
hips in an almost hypnotic rhythm. Once her hands
slid down to her dress, she stuck out her ass and
slowly revealed her big, round ass framed perfectly by
a white thong. As Miss K squeezed her breasts through
her shirt and Tracy crossed her legs and rocked them
together, Maggie completely revealed her ass and let
the dress drop down to her feet.
She stuck her butt in Miss K’s face and slowly pumped
it up and down, sliding a finger inside her thong and
pulling it out as she showed off the crack of her ass,
even rubbing her glistening labia. She dropped down
onto her haunches, wrapped her arms around Miss K’s
thighs and began to rub her ass up and down her leg,
slowly working it up her body. When her ass reached
Miss K’s thigh, she reached back and wrapped her arms
around her ex-girlfriend’s neck, grinding her pussy on
Miss K’s thigh as her back and long hair teased Miss
K’s breasts. Eventually, Maggie worked her ass to the
point where she pressed it into Miss K’s crotch,
feeling the tucked-back dick pulse against it as she
slithered back and forth across it. She reached back
and pushed up Miss K’s micro-mini up her hips, riding
the hidden dick as she looked back into Miss K’s eyes.
She reached into her thong and rubbed her clit, then
stood and turned to face Miss K. Straddling Miss K’s
hips against, she reached into Miss K’s thong and
tugged out the huge dick from her thong, giving a
stroke to the rock-hard dick as she rubbed her thong-
covered pussy with it.
“Let’s cut the bullshit, K,” Miss K hissed. “I came
back here for a fuck, not a dance. Do you wanna fuck
my wet, juicy pussy?” she said as she pulled aside her
thong and revealed her wet, glistening pussy.
Miss K squeezed her tits together as she smiled and
nodded her head. “I’d love to ma,” she purred in
return.
Maggie dropped her weight down onto Miss K’s hard
dick, making her groan and pant as it spread her pussy
wide open. Glad that it was embedded inside of her,
she began to ride the dick nice and slow, letting her
pussy get stretched out as she idly rubbed her clit.
She reached up, lifted Miss K’s shirt up and squeezed
her ex-girlfriend’s tits, with her thumbs rubbing the
nipples, as she rocked her hips up and down the thick
cock, making her bite her lip to keep from screaming.
She felt a kiss on her lips from someone with small,
soft lips, then a tongue part them, letting them
scream into the person’s mouth. As the person dragged
their lips down to her neck, she saw Tracy’s blonde
hair, as well as her small chocolate hand go down to
the juncture of her legs to stroke Miss K’s dick in
time with her slowing thrusts.
In no time, Tracy latched onto Maggie’s breast with
her lips, mouthing the firm flesh all over before
taking the nipple into her mouth and sucking on it,
making her jump as she kept riding Miss K’s dick. She
gasped as Tracy’s tongue lightly flicked around the
hardening nub, sucking it firmly but gently. She
brushed back Tracy’s hair away from Miss K’s body to
get a look at it, her pretty face twisted in pleasure
and her breasts bouncing gorgeously as she rode her
very big and handsome dick. When she felt Miss K’s
hands slide up to cup and squeeze her ass, she stopped
moving her hips, letting Miss K drive her big dick
into her hard as she bounced up and down in her lap.
Biting her lip so hard that it nearly bled, she pulled
Tracy away from her breast and kissed her hard,
moaning into her mouth as Miss K drilled her pussy.
She pulled away from the kiss, sucking on her lip
before licking Tracy’s face on her way to licking her
ear, teasing her by playing her tongue over the
ridges.
“You want me to eat your pussy? I’d love to know what
a delicate little girl tastes like,” Maggie said
before wrapping an arm around Tracy and rubbing a
breast as she kissed her hard again.
Miss K saw Tracy pull away from the kiss and lay back
on the red velour couch, propping a leg up on it to
show off her wet, juicy pussy. As she saw Tracy idly
slide a finger through her pussy, she lifted up
Maggie’s legs as she slowly twisted around in her lap
so that she was now facing away from her, listening to
her grunt and gasp and tug on her dick with her pussy
the whole time. Once she was facing away from her,
she held Maggie tight in her arms and crouched up on
the couch, letting Maggie drop down between Tracy’s
legs. After pulling her back a bit, Miss K watched as
Maggie bent down and licked Tracy’s labia making her
whimper as she looked up into Miss K’s eyes. As
Maggie split the lips and began to suck gently on her
labia, she cooed gently, her eyes now fixed on Miss
K’s and her mouth frozen open in lust as Miss K began
to gently pump Maggie’s pussy.
Tracy stared at Miss K’s body as Maggie lapped at her
delicate folds, wishing she could feel the huge shaft
that was pushing Maggie’s lips firm to her pussy
filling her pussy deep, her hard nipples rubbing
against her. She shuddered as she felt Maggie drag
her hair up her inner thighs as she licked her way up
her belly, her soft licks being interrupted by the
rhythmic shoves from Miss K’s pumping cock. She felt
Maggie drag her shirt over her tits with her teeth
before she slid her tongue over her nipple, melting it
into her mouth as her fingers gently rubbed her pussy.
She let the lust haze her sight for a moment, enjoying
the feelings that has her near orgasm, then focused on
Miss K through the haze, her face mixed with lust and
strain as she felt Maggie work her pussy as she fucked
it. “God, I wanna kiss her,” Maggie thought to
herself.
Sharilynn slid her way into the crowd after doing her
set on stage, looking for Miss K and Tracy. “I hope
those chicks showed up,” Sharilynn said to herself.
“After all the shit I went through to get them in.”
She walked around looking for them when she had a
hunch and slid over to the lap dance area. As she
walked through, she saw the various dancers going
through their paces with the customers, some with a
hustle and some without. Finally, she smelled the
essence of feminine sex nearby and quietly slid inside
the curtain where she thought she got it from. When
she got inside, she saw Miss K sawing her dick into
Maggie, stretching her nether lips impossibly wide as
Maggie was sliding her tongue inside her pussy, her
thumb circling her clit. As she thought about Miss
K’s dick fucking her, she felt herself get wet and
slid her hand in her panties, gently strumming her
clit as she squeezed her tits through her baby blue
dress with the other hand.
As she was enjoying herself watching the show in front
of her, Shari noticed Tracy holding Maggie’s head
tight between her legs, then sit up and reach for Miss
K’s sinewy arm. As she tugged on it, the two pulled
into a deep soul kiss, their lips slowly sliding
against each other as they closed their eyes, almost
oblivious to Maggie between them. They pulled away
for a bit, gently caressing each other’s hair as they
looked into each other’s eyes, wanting each other
desperately. “Damn,” Shari thought to herself as she
rubbed her pussy. “That’s deep.”
Miss K looked down into Tracy’s eyes as she fucked
Maggie’s pussy, her hands toying with Tracy’s hair
before reaching up to rub Tracy’s breast. As she felt
Maggie’s pussy tug more and more on her sensitive
shaft, she rubbed Tracy’s nipple between fingers,
making her purr before dropping into yet another deep
soulful kiss. As their lips caressed each other, she
softly squeezed Tracy’s breast, thinking about what
her pussy would feel like around her dick, her legs
wrapped around her ass as she pulled her more and more
into one. As they kept kissing, she felt Tracy begin
to cum as she gasped into her mouth, her skin shaking
with the little tremors rolling through her body. She
pushed her herself balls deep into Maggie, then let go
in her ex-girlfriend, shaking hard as she felt Tracy’s
flesh touch herself as they continued to kiss, her
hand still caressing Tracy’s breast as she felt the
haze of love fall over both of them.
She pulled away from the kiss, then looked into
Tracy’s eyes, trying to find out what was going on in
her eyes. Then, she realized what she saw in them.
“Hey Maggie?” Miss K said in a detached voice.
“Yeah?” Maggie said in her sexy purr.
“Thanks for the fuck,” Miss K continued as she pulled
out. “You still have the same e-mail, right?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“I-I’ll email you my cell number, OK?” Miss K said as
she struggled to tuck herself back under her thong and
straighten out her clothes. “Trace, you ready to go?”
she blindly said as she looked down at her clothes,
getting them looking right.
“Uh, sure K,” Tracy replied, bewildered as to what was
going on.
Just then, Miss K spotted Shari in the doorway. “Hey,
how long you been there?”
“Long enough to get myself a nice relaxing cum
watching a show after a hard day’s work?” Shari
replied as she wrapped an arm around Miss K. “You
sure you don’t want to stay around for another show?”
“No, thanks,” Miss K curtly said as she hunted for her
purse, then walked towards the door. “I’ll call you,
OK? I gotta go.”
With that, Miss K bounded out of the room, with Tracy
following close behind. Miss K then opened up the
SUV, pulled herself into the driver’s seat, opened the
passenger side door and started the car, forcing Tracy
to run and catch up with it.
“What’s going on, K?” Tracy said as she opened the
door and got into the car. “Tell me, please!”
“N-nothing. Just gotta think about something that’s
all,” she said as she pulled out the parking lot and
sped down Sunset Boulevard.
“Is everything OK?”
“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. Just gotta think.”
“C’mon K! Stop acting like such a dude! This is the
first time I’ve seen you like this! Tell me, what’s
going on?”
“I-I’ll explain,” Miss K replied detachedly. “Is the
CD holder over by you?”
“Yeah.”
“Find ‘Midnight Marauders’ in there and stick in the
CD player, OK?”
“Alright,” Tracy said as she resigned to her current
fate, fished out the CD and stuck it in the player.
Miss K then pressed play and turned the stereo on
blast, trying to drown out her thoughts. They sped up
to the hotel in a few short moments, where Miss K
careened down the driveway, pulling to a wild stop in
front of the hotel.
“Get out,” Miss K said.
“What?”
“I’ll meet you up in the hotel room in a few. I got
some stuff on my mind that I gotta think about.”
“What?” Tracy said as she looked at Miss K, then
realized what she was thinking. “You’re afraid you’re
in l–”
“I’ll explain later,” Miss K said. “I’ll be back, I
promise, OK?”
Tracy took a deep breath, then said, “Alright. I’ll
see you upstairs.” She clutched her purse, then
unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out the car. She
stood on the sidewalk for a second as Miss K pulled
away from the hotel, shaking her head as she sped off.
“Damn, is that girl weird!” she said to no one in
particular.
Miss K sped off away from the hotel, coming to a stop
a few blocks away from the hotel at a stoplight.
Taking a deep breath, she ran her hand through her
hair, then looked up at the street sign hanging over
the intersection. She made a left at the light, then
drove more patiently down the street, trying to
remember something from her past and taking note of
the 24 hour stores that were open. Finally, she
spotted the donut shop she was looking for. “Great,”
she said to no one in particular. “It’s open. I
wonder if Tran is still around.”
Pulling up to a space in the parking lot, she grabbed
her purse, then slid out of the car, nervously running
a hand through her hair as she locked up the car.
Purposely walking up the door, she opened it up and
walked into the donut shop. While it had the usual
cheap appointments, it was clean and quiet, and it was
well stocked. Behind the counter was her old friend
from a previous life, Tran. The short, middle-aged
Vietnamese guy was always nice to her back when she
was a he, and she needed something familiar at that
moment.
“Hey, Tran,” Miss K said as walked up to the counter.
“Remember me?”
Tran took a good look at her, then wrinkled up his
brow looking at her. “Hmm,” he said in a slight
accent. “Are you someone’s brother? You know, that
Black guy from Yahoo? I remember he used to be her
all the time. That was before that crash.”
“Actually, that’s close enough,” Miss K said as she
excitedly cut Tran off. “I’m actually the Yahoo guy.”
“Huh? No way…”
“Yes way!” Miss K said as she cut the man off. “I’ve
become a girl now,” she continued as she showed off
her body. “What do you think?”
“Nice,” Tran said as he eyed Miss K up and down. “You
sure you Yahoo guy?”
“Yeah, but you’re gonna have to take my word on that
one. I changed sex, not sexual orientations,” Miss K
said with a smile. “Anyway, you remember my standing
order?”
“Ah, yes. 3 old fashioned and 3 French crullers,
right?”
“You got it,” Miss K said, bouncing around on her
heels and making her flesh jiggle a bit. She then
reached in her purse and fished out a $20 bill. “Keep
the change, OK?”
“OK,” Tran said as he fetched the donuts from the rack
and stuck them in the box. He then turned back around
to the counter, walked to it and handed Miss K the
box. “Here you go. That’ll be…”
“I said keep the change!”
“Oh!” Tran said as his face began to brighten up.
“Thank you, sir!”
“It’s ma’am now, but I’ll forgive you if these donuts
are the same as always,” Miss K said as she opened up
the box, pulled out an old fashioned and took a bite.
“Mmm, that’s good,” Miss K said with a smile.
“Thanks!”
She walked out the door, almost leaving behind her
purse before she quickly ran back and grabbed it.
Walking into her SUV, she placed her donuts on the
passenger side, then started up the SUV back to the
nearest store. Fishing a couple dollars out of her
purse, she fished out a couple singles, then parked
the SUV and walked into the store to buy a quart of 1%
milk. Quickly grabbing the milk and throwing the cash
onto the counter, she got back in the SUV and opened
the bottle, letting some run onto her shirt as she
took a gulp. She took a deep breath and relaxed,
trying to forget everything running through her mind
in the past few minutes. “This can’t be happening,”
she thought to herself as she grabbed a donut, took a
bite and took another sip of milk. “I spent all this
money trying to run from my demons, and yet they’re
still there. Oh well. No matter where you got, there
you are.”
***
“What the…”
Tracy was aroused from her sleep by a good strong
shake. When her eyes began to focus, she saw Miss K
standing above her, naked with her huge hard-on
sticking out.
“OK, K,” she went out of reflex as she reached up to
grab the huge dick, ready to stick it in her mouth.
“Stop,” Miss K said as she pulled the hand off of her
dick. “We’re going back to New York in a few days,
and you’re coming with me?”
“Huh?” Tracy said as she kicked off the sheets and sat
up on the side of the bed. “What’s up?”
“Perfect,” Miss K said to Tracy. “I just knew that
once you saw me like this turning down sex that you’d
pay attention.”
“Now,” Miss K continued. “I’ve been thinking a lot on
this trip, especially since we hit Arizona. Ain’t
nothing like the open road to give ya time to think.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking through some stuff,
personal stuff, you know, and I’m starting to realize
some stuff. First of all, I like you a lot, a whole
lot since this trip started. Heck, I-I admit it, what
you said last night, that I’m in love with you, and to
me, that scares the fucking shit out of me. I mean, I
went from being a broke ass college student to a
multi-fucking-millionaire in the blink of an eye. I
went from not being able to get a date to having
models throw themselves at me. Don’t get me wrong,
the sex is hot, but…there’s something more. You
remember back in Anaheim when we were in that chick
Marilyn’s room?”
“Yeah, I remember that, if only for how fucking sore
my pussy is right now,” Tracy said. “Ya gotta let me
fuck her again.”
“Well, maybe I will if you’re a good girl,” Miss K
said as she petted Tracy’s hair. Just as Tracy was
about to reach up to suck her dick, she pulled away
and continued her spiel. “Anyway, remember when you
pulled me away from the living room?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I was looking at a scene that, running in my
circles, I hadn’t seen in a long time - a couple of
parents doting on their child. Now, I’m not saying I
wanna drop everything and become a regular dad with
2.3 and a house in the ‘burbs, but it hit me. I mean,
don’t get me wrong, the sex is, well, wow, I’m living
a fucking porno right now. But still, everyone needs
someplace that’s home. If not physically home, then
mentally home. I thought I’d be happy turning myself
into a walking wet dream fucking everyone I come
across, then screwing my way across America. However,
there’s something ultimately empty in the whole
exercise, you know? I mean…” Miss K said before
stopping to blink back tears. “I just need to chill,
to be…home.”
“What are you trying to say, K? That you wanna go
back to being a dude, move back to New York and just
live together as boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“Well, not quite the first one. I mean, I’ll admit
it. At first, this whole shemale thing was a vanity
play by someone with more cash on hand than sense. I
seems a bit crazy to waste some money molding my body
like Play-doh when I could have, say, fed the homeless
or build affordable housing with my cash. But with
all the stuff I did, with all those strippers, with my
ex, with you on this trip, I’ve grown attached to
this. It’s become a part of me, and I don’t know if
realistically could go back. What, I’m gonna vibe
with the guys about picking up some chick with my
boobs wearing a lacy thong? I am what I am, a pre-op
transsexual, a shemale, a sissy, a tranny, a newhalf,
a catdog…”
“Catdog? You mean the Nickelodeon cartoon?” Tracy
giggled.
“Trust me, Trace. Hang around enough West Indians for
long enough and you’ll hear shit like that,” Miss K
said with a laugh. “Anyway, the point is that I’m
with this transgendered thing for better or worst.
Besides, I can still have kids like this, and that
would probably be the one reason for going back to
being a guy, you know?”
“True, true,” Tracy said as she nodded her head.
“So whatcha say? Let’s move back to NYC and live in
sin together. Who knows what kind of women we can
find there and, at the end of the day, we still have
each other,” Miss K said with a smile.”
“Awww, K, you’re so sweet,” Tracy said as she got up
and hugged Miss K tight, enjoying being in the other’s
embrace. Tracy then slipped Miss K’s arms, and got on
her knees, poised to suck her dick.
“Nah, let’s not do that right now,” Miss K said. “We
can fuck all we want now that we’re officially a
couple,” she continued as she lifted Tracy up on the
floor, then laid her out in the bed. “Let’s snuggle
for a bit. Besides, I need to get some sleep,” Miss K
said as she climbed into the bed and spooned up behind
Tracy. “When I wake up though, we can fuck like
rabbits, OK?” Miss K said with a giggle.
“OK, let’s start now,” Tracy said as she reached back
to grab Miss K’s dick, only to be slapped away by Miss
K.
“Nuh-uh-uh!” Miss K said as she wagged her fingers and
giggled. “Ya gotta wait. For now, let’s get some
rest.”
***
THE FOLLOWING SPRING…
Miss K sat in front of her vanity, touching up the
last of her bronze-colored lipstick. She put the
lipstick down, then smoothed down a stray hair, pinned
up in a French roll with some bangs teased out. She
wore a light peach colored pant-suit, the jacket of
which she was adjusting to make her cleavage look just
right.
“You sure this is OK?” Miss K said as she fussed over
herself in the mirror. “I mean, I’ve been practicing
and all, but I don’t think I could do a chick in a
business role. This is a bit too staid for me, you
know?”
“Don’t worry, babe,” Tracy said as she peeked over
Miss K’s shoulder and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“It’ll be fine. You know how to be a woman already.
Just try to remember, and you’ll be good.”
“I know,” Miss K said with a giggle. “Besides, if I’m
living as a girl, it would be weird to switch back and
forth all the time, not to mention that I could be a
stockholder in Ace Bandages for all the ones I’d buy
to pin down my boobies.”
“And I just love your boobies,” Tracy said with a
giggle as she reached around and squeezed one of Miss
K’s silicon-enhanced breasts. She was wearing a beige
pant suit with a white blouse with a wide collar. Her
sparsely made-up face was framed by her black hair and
pinned up with a pair of sunglasses.
“Ah, hush,” Miss K said as she playfully slapped away
Tracy’s hand. “Anyway, it’s time for the big press
conference. Is the limo outside?”
“I’ll check,” Tracy said as she walked to the bedroom
window to look down onto the street. “Yeah, it is,
K!”
“Alright, Trace,” Miss K said as she snatched the
purse off the vanity and made her way to the door.
“Let’s get a move on.”
Tracy followed Miss K out the bedroom and down the
stairs of their Upper East Side townhouse, waving
goodbye to the maid as they sped out. As the chauffer
opened the door, Miss K quickly slid into the back
seat, followed by Tracy. When the chauffer closed the
door, Miss K let out a long, drawn out breath,
noticeably twitching.
“Still nervous, K?”
“Yeah. I mean, on one hand, this is a childhood
dream, owning the Knicks. Thinking back to when I was
kid watching Bernard King on Channel 9, to hunting for
a sportsbar to follow the 94 run to even scoring
tickets to the finals when Tim Duncan bust them on
their ass, I’ve been a huge Knick fan. Plus, it’ll be
fun if the Rangers do something too.”
“So?”
“This is a crazy ass sports town. Heck, why do you
think I magically became the president of MSG, despite
the fact he owns most of the company? That jackass
James Dolan was catching too much heat. Plus, there’s
the wonderful Post, the jackasses who blew up my spot.
I mean, I dunno. It’s gonna be crazy.”
“Is there anything else you’d rather do? Be honest,”
Tracy said as she lazily played with Miss K’s bangs.
“I dunno,” Miss K said before letting out another deep
breath. “Fuck?” she said with a nervous giggle.
“Tell ya what,” Tracy said as laid back on the seat.
“Why don’t I suck you off right quick? I know how
that takes the edge off of you.”
“Think we have the time?” Miss K said optimistically.
“Well, I do have this,” Tracy said before sticking out
her tongue, revealing the high-gauge tongue piercing
and clicking it on her tongue as she wiggled her
tongue. “Ain’t that enough?”
“God, yeah,” Miss K said as she reached over and
tongue kissed Tracy, wrapping her tongue around the
piercing. Then, she pulled away and pulled open
Tracy’s shirt collar, revealing the tattoo of CatDog
on her left breast for a quick lick.
“Shit, if I knew that letting you get a tattoo would
convince to get a tongue piercing, I would’ve got you
one on that road trip,” Miss K said with a smile.
“Don’t sweat it. It just goes to show you that you’re
always on my heart,” Tracy said as she reached down to
unzip Miss K’s pants.
“Aww, that’s sweet,” Miss K said with a smile. “And
what would people think if we ever broke up?”
“Well,” Tracy said as she pulled Miss K’s limp dick
out of her pants and idly stroked it. “Everyone will
just think I’m a cartoon junkie, not a lover of a big,
beautiful cat with a dog’s really long tail!”
With that, Tracy bent down and inhaled Miss K’s dick
with a practiced ease, letting her piercing drag down
the underside of Miss K’s dick. As she felt it harden
in her mouth and throat, she pulled on the growing
shaft with her throat, twisting her lips around the
base of her girlfriend’s dick, dragging the piercing
along with it. She then started pumping her head back
and forth on Miss K’s dick, twisting her tongue and
piercing to get Miss K’s dick flexing as fast as
possible.
“Oh yeah, that feels nice,” Miss K said as she draped
her arms on the back of the seat and laid back.
Miss K felt Tracy drag her head back up her dick,
exposing everything but the tip and she stroked the
shaft hard with her hands while her tongue and lips
swirled around the head, tweaking her nerves with
precision. Tracy then pumped her shaft hard as she
sucked on the head, swirling her tongue around the tip
and flicking at it occasionally too. She grabbed on
her mouth as Tracy did her thing on her dick, letting
her soft hands drag up and twist themselves around her
hard dick. Finally, she felt Tracy swallow half her
dick slowly once again as she dragged her lips and
tongue back across her dick, her hands pumping
furiously as the rest of the shaft as she sucked hard.
She gritted her teeth as she felt herself let go,
screaming as she felt her cum splash against the back
of Tracy’s throat only to drip down back on her tip.
As she came, Tracy slowly dragged her lips over the
sensitive dick, stopping to suck out the last of her
cum from her tip before displaying the cum in her
mouth to Miss K and swallowing it with a smile.
“Thanks, honey,” Miss K said hazily.
“You’re welcome,” Tracy said with a giggle and a
smile.
As Tracy gently tucked her dick back into her slacks,
Miss K looked up and saw that Madison Square Garden up
ahead. “Looks like you finished in time, huh?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Tracy said. “Besides, if you
didn’t, the slacks are tailored to your unique
dimensions.”
“I know, but better safe then sorry,” Miss K said as
she grabbed her purse. “Are you ready for our new
life as media icons?”
“Sure, why not?” Tracy said as the limousine door
opened up on Miss K’s side. Miss K and Tracy got out
the car on that side, then followed the nearby
assistants up into the room where they’d set up the
news conference. As the assembled media came into
view, she stopped at the entrance and stood off into
the side as someone set out the guidelines for the
news conference.
“Damn, that’s a lot of people,” Miss K said. “And
they’re all looking at me.”
“No they aren’t,” Tracy deadpanned. “I’m cuter.”
“Hush,” Miss K said as she stuck out her tongue.
“Now, I’d like to introduce to you the next President
and part-owner of Madison Square Garden, Inc., Ms.
Kayla Stanford!”
Miss K took a deep breath, then smoothed down her suit
jacket and walked out onto the dais. She shook the
hands of all the dignitaries on the dais, then walked
back to the podium, where a bank of microphones were
set up, and the almost blinding lights obscured most
of the people assembled. She took a deep breath, then
spoke.
“I’d like to thank everyone who made it out today, Mr.
Sather, Mr. Layden, Ms. Blazejkowski, Mr. Mills, Mr.
Dolan, players, coaches, management and, of course,
the media for showing up. I have a major announcement
for you. As published reports mentioned in the Daily
News and New York Post, I am purchasing a minority
state of the Garden. As you know, that includes the
building itself, the Knicks, Rangers and Liberty, as
well as Radio City Music Hall and stakes in various
other ventures. Also, as part of the arrangement, I
will become CEO and President of Madison Square
Garden, Inc.
“Now, I would like to make a few statements. As a big
Knick fan, I’ve always followed the Knicks, and I’ve
always relished the opportunity to get involved with
the team either as a player or a coach. Now, I get to
own the team and help be a part of the turn around.
When the Knicks are at their best, they’re the talk of
spring around these parts, and I want to bring the
buzz back. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get
that done for the Knicks, as well as the other teams I
control, the Rangers and the Liberty. I also hope to
work to make sure the business side of the Garden
works out well in addition. After all, the World’s
Most Famous Arena doesn’t deserve to be dark if it
doesn’t have to be.
“Finally, I’d like to answer the rumors published in
the New York Post. As reported initially in the Page
Six section of that paper, yes I am a transsexual, a
non-op transsexual to be precise. I have one question
though. Why should anyone care? I’m not Adolf Hitler
or Osama bin Laden. As you can see by my wonderful
dark chocolate complexion, I’m not even a part of the
Klan. I just want to run a business and make one of
New York’s most important sports and entertainment
venues a success. Is it going to be a bit unusual
being who I am running a team? Sure it is. However,
I’ve gone through a lot to get here. I think I can
pull this off. Any questions?”
