Play Day for Sara

Not a bad consolation prize.
After a fashion he fell back and stared at the ceiling, and I knew he wasn’t going to fuck me.
That’s ok. I don’t swallow but I love to take a good load in my mouth and I suspected this was
going to be a big one.
I decided to try to take him all the way in again from that angle, and this time it worked. He was
all the way through my mouth and down my throat, which I used to massage the head of his cock.
As I began pulling up, the first thick rope of cum flew though my mouth. I immediately quickened
the pace of my movements on his cock as my mouth filled up and then spilled over with cum. I
buried my face in his groin as I sucked out every last drop. I was thoroughly glazed from the neck
up.
What an incredible, glorious, sensational and delicious mess. When I felt him completely relax I
laid on back on the bed, my head next to his loins, staring at the ceiling, feeling the sticky wetness
all over my face, and little streams of cum dribbling down my cheeks.
After a while he got up and went to the bathroom. He returned with a wet towel and gently
cleaned off my face and neck. Then he kissed me.
The first man made me feel like a gurl. This man made me feel, if only for a fleeting instance, like
a girl.
After a short interlude, he too got up, dressed, and took his leave. And I was again alone.
For a time I just stayed there, flat on my back, looking at the ceiling, torn between a desire for
my next dick and a desire to reflect on what had come before. I took a deep breath and
wondered… after a life of heterosexuality, how did I end up here in this obscure hotel room
inviting strange men over to ravage me? Dressed like a woman? Taking cock like a woman?
Obsessed with make-up and dresses? As turned off as ever to two gay men having sex, but unable
to quell the pit of excitement in my gut from the femininity, such as it was, I brought to these
encounters?
My thoughts returned to my sticky face. Despite the best efforts of my young blond lover, I was
still glazed with cum after he left. The girl quickly changed back to a gurl. I leered over at my
computer…I was hitting my stride. I wanted my next dick.