A Tranny Whores Tale

She eventually pulled out. I still remained in the same position, overwhelmed. She chuckled and asked "You ok?" I nodded yes. She reached around at my cock. I was hyper sensitive. She lubed me up and started jerking me from behind. I got into a rhythm. She stopped and told me to put on my boxers. I did it and got back in position on my knees. She jerked me a minute or two from behind and whispered in my ear "I don't want you to ever forget this so I'm going to give you a souvenir" The feeling of her voice vibrating my ear drum, the nights' humiliation and her gooey hand jerking my dick inside of my draws caused me to flood my boxers (boxer briefs). The stream of nut seamed endless.

It was all over her hand, my cock and balls, and the front of boxers. She casually removed her hand and went to the bathroom to clean herself. She came right out and said "That's your souvenir...now take it home" and she handed me my shirt and smiled at me kindly. I thought to myself what a fucking mess, but just got dressed to complete the experience. Fully dressed I could feel my own cum flowing down my crotch and trickling to my ass, but my sick ass like that thought too. I told her "ok I'm leaving" very nonchalantly and started to the door.

She sat down on the couch and grabbed my wrist when I started walking pass her and brought me close. She gave me one more slap, but softer, toying with the thought of earlier smacks. She then gave me a peck kiss and hugged me around my shoulders and neck warmly. It concluded, I left the apartment. As I walked down the stairs I see the gay guy at the lobby area. He looked at me, knowing to some extent, what had happened. The humiliation made me want more of it. He gave me a final glare as I left the building, with dry mouth, stretch hole, raw cheek, cum souvenir and all. That's it.