Leona

This is a work of fiction.

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I think of myself as resolutely straight. I look at a lot of porn although I have plenty of girls to fuck. Steven, an old college buddy, dropped by and proposed that we go to a shemale bar that night. I was shocked and refused. But Steven retorted that if I was sure about my sexuality, I should have no problems being there. I could just have a few drinks, take in the scenery, and after we left we could pick up a couple of hookers for a blow job or a fuck.

We got there quite early and I parked myself at the bar, and watched the talent coming in. In spite of myself I was amazed that some of them looked so hot! I would normally have been hitting on them, but I had to remind myself, that there was a cock between their legs! They flowed in, in all shapes and sizes, mostly heavily made up and wearing skimpy outfits that left very little to the imagination.

Many were dancing, some with other shemales, some with the punters who had come in. I watched, and after a couple of drinks when the dancing started to get dirty, I found my cock stirring. After all, I thought to myself, I could just fuck one of them in the ass, and even get a blowjob.

And then she walked through the door. She had big eyes, a pouty face, huge tits, and an ass to die for. She wore a black item that barely concealed her tits and ass, and ultra-high heeled stilettos. She caught my eye as she entered and smiled at me. I just knew that I had to meet her. She was now at the bar, and like all men, I rushed up to offer to buy her a drink.

We got talking and I found the combination of alluring eyes and throaty voice irresistible. Her ass was huge and it suited her, she looked absolutely stunning.

One thing led to another and I invited Leona back home. I would at least fuck that ass. We were soon naked and I found her very hot! Her tits were stunning, with broad areolae. I tried not to look at between her thighs. Soon Leona's puckered asshole was staring me in the face.