American Futa

I was so enthralled in my work that I didn't notice when her body tensed up and my mouth soon felt her cock pulsate as it shot several bursts of hot cum into my mouth. As I swallowed it down she went to her bed and pulled a futon out from underneath. She unrolled it turned to me and pointed. I started to take off one of the pumps but she yelled at me in japanese and put it back on. For whatever reason she wanted me to sleep in whatever I had on. She soon went to bed and lay there in the futon trying to come to grips with what just happened but I quickly fell asleep. When I woke up the next day she was already gone and I quickly got dressed and caught a cab to work otherwise I'd be late.

As I sat there at work I didn't get much done since my mind was constantly replaying the events of the night before. I was still coming to grips with not only the fact that I gave a blow job to a transsexual while dressed in lingerie, but that I was so turned on by it. I was hornier the whole day than I have been my entire life. I figured I would have time to think about the whole thing and would probably come to the conclusion that it was a one time thing and go on with my life. I was pretty drunk after all. That's when I received an email from an address that I didn't recognize. All it contained was one sentence, "Tonight, Same Bar".