Jo, Shemale Goddess! Part 2

"Alan," Emmanuel supplied.

"You know him?" she asked in surprise.

"He's been here once or twice before."

"I've never seen him before last night."

"Simone was laughing her head off when you two left together last night. She said that she hoped he didn't pretend to be a virgin again."

"A virgin?" Jo repeated blankly.

"Apparently he's married and lives in Chelsea. Simone said that she fucked him in the gents right here one night—I told her off for lowering the tone of my establishment—and she was bragging about it with a couple of friends a few weeks later when one of them said that Alan had been fucked by all of Chelsea and Kensington, so now he had to come slumming in the East End."

"The sneaky bastard!" Jo laughed. She'd been well and truly fooled.

She hadn't planned on seeing Alan again. As a one-off he had been fun, but she had been relieved that he hadn't asked for her number or a repeat ass-fucking because he wasn't quite her type. But, if she ever got her hands on him again his tight ass would be hers! She would take the greatest pleasure in ramming her hard cock into his ass until it was so sore he would beg her to stop.

Perhaps not, she acknowledged ruefully, but she would definitely fuck him hard and deeply, knowing that his 'virginal' ass had been plundered by several cocks before hers.