Becoming a Bitch

It was supposed to be simple. A blind date, set up online. A hot chick. Me getting laid for the first time in a while. You know. Simple. And that's what actually happened. Sort of.

I get to the bar, I see Meghan across the way, sitting pretty in a short black dress, legs crossed, sipping on a martini like she's sucking my cock already. Far as I'm concerned, I'm as good as fucked, the way she's making herself out to be: smooth thighs, big, round tits, lips that could blow the cap off a bottle of Bud, legs long as tomorrow and an ass as big as today. Fuck, I feel I'm in the bag already, so I sidle up, introduce myself, and we're off to the races, cranking shot after shot until we're both stumbling down under back at her place.

Fuck, man. Velvet dress crazing my fingers, lips slaying my lips, fingertips biting my ass, and my hips grinding her till the juice come drooling out my cock, wetting my boxers with a slick line of dick juice. All was good, sliding the dress off her shoulders. Sucked her tits like a starving baby, she moaning like a milked cow, grinding back, grasping my head, crazed and dazed. Got her to her panties, and she giggles as I bite her belly, licking her sides, and I'm halfway to coming without her so much as unzipping my pants to dance her tongue around my cum-shitting shaft, when I feel something a little bit wrong, a little bit off. A lump where there ought not be a lump, hills where there should be valleys and a sack where there ought be gaping, aching lips waiting my tongue to tease the walls to gushing waterfalls, and I think to myself "Shit, of all the panties I could be landing, I find myself in tranny's."

But it's too little, too late, as my cock's a rock, and not likely to soften lightly any time soon. Besides, Meghan knows she's got the upper hand while she's standing, and I'm on my knees, mouth aping surprise up to her sparkling, mischievous eyes, and she smiles back as she peels back her pink-hearted panties to pop out a stiffy, long as tomorrow and big as today, springing like a Slinkie against my hollow cherry cheek.