Sweet Pick Up

By Lady Regina Drake

I feel strangely elated sitting here at the bar with my legs crossed, and my short dress riding above my knees. I just got back from the lady’s room and as I walked back, I watched all the eyes that were glued to my ass and legs. That’s exactly the reaction that I look for, and that’s why I insist on wearing short tight dresses and spike heels. Men are dogs and lets face it they will fuck anything in a skirt or dress, including sexy shemales like me.
I love the fact that I am a woman with a cock which is different from being a man in a dress. I don’t consider myself as a man because, face it, men don’t look this gorgeous. I can’t even say that I was born in a man’s body because I have feminine curves. I was cursed with a man’s penis, but that is the only part of me that even suggest that I am male. Hell there are some women with clits larger than my little flaccid penis and my thrills only come when I am stimulated in my most sensitive regions. That’s the area between my cock and my ass opening. That’s what I call my Vagina.
Because my penis is so small, my ass can feel the load of passion at the thought of getting fucked. My anus reeks with steaming passion and I crave the feel of a man’s rock hard penis delving deep inside me, spreading my legs, snaking his penis inside me, and then spurting all that joy juice deep inside my ass, making me scream automatically.
I look good and most men can’t tell the difference, but I tell them the truth upfront anyway. They either don’t believe me or don’t care, which is fine with me. I have had straight guys and gay guys, and they loved fucking me. The straight ones always seemed marveled at how tight my ass is. I make a lot of guys come quick. And why not? Sex is sex and a climax is wondrous whether it comes from the stimulation of the ass or the female cunt. Ass is a better fit then cunt, not that I would mind having one. I would love to have a pussy.
Shemales like me are so different because we love women so much that we want to become them. Personally I’m not jealous of women and I get along great with them when they know about me. My best friend is a real girl and we love to talk about the guys in our lives and how easy it is to wrap them around our painted fingers. When we’re together talking we’re like two sisters who think alike. When we talk about guys that we’ve been with, I feel like we have dated some of the same guys. Wouldn’t that be awkward?
Susan is my main friend and tonight we came here together, but she picked up some athletic looking stud and they left an hour earlier. That girl is such a slut. I got to try and be more like her. I’m glad she’s out of the picture because now I’m the sexiest bitch in this place and the other girls can’t stand me. I love it. If they only knew. Still this wasn’t about them, this was about getting laid and I aimed to do just that because I was confident that I had something between my legs that was better than pussy. I firmly believe that my ass generates far more passionate energy than a pussy to both parties involved. The man feels great because his hot cock is surrounded by sweet tight binding bliss. And I always feel extra special and more feminine at the moment that the girth and depth and heat of a thick cock are stabbing the center of my female essence. I like working my ass muscles and nestling a man’s hot cock inside my ass. It’s like I’m eating that delicious dick with my ass and its love at every bite.
Most of the time I am very anal and I think with my ass the same way guys think with their little heads, instead of their big one. I center my very being on the feelings I get inside. I get deep throbbing inside my ass and my nipples begged to be touched. I love the sensitive tender feeling I get there when a man squeezes them. Most of the time I get a nice load of white liquid surrounding my nipples and I get so horny. I really get crazy and horny when my date sucks and licks on them. I dig a man who’s into playing with tits. Any man who treats my boobs with love and respect will get a mad dose of insane passion from me. Nursing a man’s hot mouth womanizes me intensely.
Tonight I feel intensely womanated, (I know that’s not a real word but you get the idea), and my anal tunnel is twitching for relief. The anal hounds are out, and I’m sending signals from my hot ass like a bitch in heat, which I am and I’m available. I’m anxious and I hope that I don’t blow it by acting too eager when these guys approach me. The bartender keeps looking my way and had come over three times already to see if I wanted another drink. He was handsome, but getting with him would only complicated things. If we got into some action and later had a falling out, I wouldn’t be able to come to this bar again. I don’t want that. I love this bar because I have picked up some of the best studs right here. I feel warm and tingly just being here in my feminine attire and being a woman. My philosophy is if the world looks at me and sees a woman, then I’m a woman. I feel my tiny clit drool as I drink in the attention that I’m getting right now. These guys are not subtle at all, and I see them watching my ass, tits and legs. I love flirting and toying with them, but I still like to come off as a lady. I walk to the john slowly twisting my ass and strutting for them. I watch them grab their crotch and make faces with their tongues. I love it.
I can see my image in the huge mirror hanging on the wall opposite the bar. I am pleased at the way the dress flares carefree in the breeze from the fan. I watch the men watching me and try to gauge their reactions to my bold sexual agitations. When men watch me like that I get an extra surge of girl power pumping through that female part of me. That’s when I get pussy envy most. I sometimes sit and imagine that I can look down and see a sexy perfectly sculptured vagina between my legs. I got the girl bug. I even imagine that a pussy sits behind this tiny cock and balls. I wish that my male parts would freeze up and evaporate, leaving me with just the sweet pussy that is already in place.
Though some may say that I’m gay, I don’t see it that way. I am a woman and I like men, to me that’s normal. If people are petty enough to classify me by the proportion of flesh that is connected in specific areas, then that’s their loss. Right now I’m about to be some body’s gain because I’m prepared to give one of these lucky men a sniff of my sweet pussy scented ass. Then I’ll take them on a merry ride. Most of them are here taking their one free night off from marriage and family. They’re here hoping to fill that night with much wild, sweet, taboo she male sex. That’s where I come in as Kitty Cole and seek out the players, movers and shakers. You’d be surprise at the men who secretly date shemales. I’m a she male and men are turned on by this.
It’s my belief that all men crave perverted sex with pretty feminine males. That includes drag queens, transvestites, and she males like me. I look so womanly that I sometimes wish that I could become pregnant. I am a very pretty and convincing female (I refer to myself as female) and I am blessed with a nice body and naturally large boobs without Hormone treatments. They’ve always been super sensitive and as I said before, I love having them sucked until their sore. She males like me are always sexier than the girls with their pussy’s up front. We know how to take care of a man because we know what men like so well. All my lovers get hooked on my tight ass. One lover told me that I inspired his urges and increased his adrenaline. I had to believe him because he stayed hard until dawn and he didn’t let me rest one minute. I enjoyed getting such a great work out. He had my ass wide open and making loud obscene slapping sounds. He was married and couldn’t stay out too late so he would come over and fuck me during the day. We’d have our little session and then have lunch.
He said that his wife didn’t want to let him enjoy himself. I say let the men enjoy themselves. Let them hang out with soft sissies like me and give it to me good and hard. More than likely, they’re horny as hell because those trophy wives won’t put out. On the other hand, girls like me are always ready to give them the ride of their dull miserable lives and make them forget their dull miserable wives.
Most guys like being with me because I take pride in knowing what my man wants. Men like it when you do wild and kinky stuff before they even ask. That’s the advantage to being part male I guess. I know what I would want done to me if I were a real man, so I apply my imagination and give it up like no other girl can. Sometimes I scare myself because in my head my ass actually becomes a pussy for me. I think I can feel a womb and ovaries once I’m lying back with my legs spread and my hot horny stud coming to me.
I love the salty flesh taste of a hard hungry cock inside my mouth, pressing against my tongue. I love doing things to my guy’s cock and feeling his instant reaction. That’s she male power, whatever you want to call it. I’m lucky because I’ve had some great lovers or maybe I made them great because of the things that I can do with my mouth. I always promise my lover the best piece of ass that he has ever had and thus far I’ve always delivered. Part of my charm is that I do what I say I’m going to do. I get my man harder than he has ever been. When I know he’s ready, I open up and let him have his way with me. I don’t have to do anything but gyrate my hips because by this time my lover is so frantic that he cannot help but attack my tender parts like a mad man.
To me getting a guy worked up like that is power and I love making them do things that have never dreamed of doing before. I feel wondrous when a guy eats my pussy. Most of the time I can make a guy take his cock out and lick my ass up and down. I make guys tell me how good my pussy feels and how he’s going to knock me up. It’s a personal goal for me to get guys to buy into my fantasies. This gets us both even more excited and that’s when I get the ride of my life. There’s something about role playing that makes everything okay. Guys get harder and they seem more at ease once we get into the role and I pretend to be a natural woman. I think it’s because men don’t feel as perverted when they convince themselves that they’re fucking a real pussy instead of a tight ass hole. That’s when it gets super good. I love being under my guy, feeling his cock stroking me and plunging deep inside my warm tight pussy. I’m convinced that I am female and my fantasy Vagina and female plumbing aches. I want to get pregnant so bad when that happens and I know it’s impossible and crazy, but my girl’s mind see’s it as a possibility.
My feminine cravings become so intense that I sense the guys are affected. When a guy is fucking me and I go into pussy mode, he seems to get wilder and starts to fuck me harder without me even telling him. During those times, the guys really get into me and I make them promise that they will never fuck another real girl. If they don’t promise me, I threaten to cut them off and not give them any more loving. “I’m not gonna let you fuck me if you still want to fuck a real pussy,” I would say to them while they stroke me and came closer to their breaking point. “Okay, okay,” they often shouted frantically.
Sometimes that can be dangerous because I’m too good, and occasionally I always meet some guy who wants to leave his wife after a night of my special love making. It’s really unfair because I can wrap my tight ass round a throbbing cock and put my lover in a pleasure trance. Some of them promise me the world and others tell me that they cannot live without me. I know men will say anything to convince me to give them some ass, but that’s fine with me.
Tonight as I sit here crossing and recrossing my legs, I have started my ritual, I am horny as hell and I know that the handsome Brad Pitt look alike was going to be deep inside me later tonight. I like having all these guys staring at me and scheming to get between my legs, because that’s what I want. Brad is coming over now and I see the obvious bulge in his tight jeans. I have goose bumps just thinking that soon I would have his rock hard cock probing and stroking my tender insides. I will become the woman-like creature that men dream about when they fuck their unimaginative wives. My cock is not a problem or a restriction because it is a part of their fantasy, and the picture they dream about. Sometimes I will sixty nine with a guy and even though my little clit gets hard, it’s not the main object of my sexual desires. Men think my little clit is cute and they get turned on when I’m standing there nude with my perfect ass and tits and my hard little cock sticking straight out. I think they fuck me harder when they see that my cock actually gets hard. Most of them love my penis and they say that it’s made like a clit.
Even though I pass for a female, I always tell my potential lover the whole truth just in case they don’t know. I made the mistake of keeping that from a guy once and I was lucky to get away from him without permanent injuries. Now I tell them up front. If they act like they don’t hear me I say it louder the second time.
Tonight is no different and I tell the guy who has just bought me a drink and we get that straight. Now, we keep each other company and enjoy ourselves as if we were on a date. He treats me like a lady and I treat him like the horny bastard he is. He can’t take his eyes off my legs, tits and ass, and he’s constantly grinding his hard cock against my crotch as we pretend to dance. In reality we don’t dance, we just stand on the floor and dry fuck to the music.
Others watch us dry hump, but I’m an exhibitionist and I don’t mind, so I put on a show. I like showing my ass because I know it’s a ten. I know I’m bragging, but that’s because I used to be so shy about my assets. Once I discovered that men saw me as a treasure, I became a bit more egotistical about myself. That’s not a bad thing because I feel more womanly when I’m confident about my femininity. I like being submissive and having men jiggle my tits and grab my bouncing ass.
We slow danced most of the night and I am feeling pure bliss as I rub up against his hard cock. I was into my female trance and I wanted to leave now and have sex. As Kitty, I was now bursting with energy. My body seems to know automatically how to respond to the overwhelming pleasure that flowed through every pore. I stood there like a runway queen about to address her court. My gestures are perfect, my voice is sweet, my waist is small, and my hips are sculptured. I’m pretty lucky I think, because my mind is in tune with my feminine body. I love everything about being a female and most of all I love the way men react to my efforts.
My latest conquest is with me now as we enter my apartment. We made a good connection and now here we were at my place and I can’t wait to get laid. Once we’re inside, I play host and fix drinks and ask him what he needs. He’s being real sweet and he says that all he needs is me. I pour two white wines anyway; I’ll drink them both if necessary. I sit beside him on the couch and before I can even taste my wine, he’s groping at me and fondling my tits. He asked me to do a strip tease dance for him. “You looked so sexy tonight out there dancing and shaking that sexy ass. A lot of guys wanted to stick you sweetie,” he said giving me a sly look.
“Oh Freddie, you’re so crazy,” I said doing my dumb blond act. It’s funny but the dumber I act the sexier I feel. Any way I wanted to dance and shake my ass for him, and now I was going to give him the show of his life. I loved stripping and wiggling my ass and it was even better when I was doing it for an admirer who was going to end up tagging my ass when I was done. Sashaying my ass turned me on as much as it turned them on, and I feel my girl juice flowing and drooling.
I put on some music and began to move in time with the beat. I could feel the drumbeats in my hips and my tits bounced when I moved around. I loved my natural large titties but I think men loved them even more. They were fascinated by the hardness of my long nipples once aroused. I could feel my flow of femininity surged through me with the beat of the music as I moved. I watched his reaction to my dancing bosom and ass, and was pleased to see him playing with his crotch, and making gestures with his tongue. “I’m gonna lick that hot fat ass real good,” I heard him say. “Then I’m gonna plant this hot nine deep inside your behind. I want to sink inside that Asspussy of yours, you sexy bitch, you.”
I made my dance short and moved to him and gave him a lap dance. I loved the way his penis moved and jabbed at parts of my ass as I squirmed and wiggled on his lap. The way I felt right now with his lips on mine, his tongue inside my mouth and his huge steel bulge straining to get inside my pussy, I could come. But I wanted to come with him inside me so I controlled myself.
He took off his clothes, and before I knew it he was pulling the tiny thong panties off me and raising my arms to get the halter top off my tits. He pushed me down on the sofa and stood up so that I could see the size of his penis. I was goose pimply and salivating as he put the head of his shaft to my lips. I licked the head slow and hard with my tongue and listened to him moan. “Ooh that’s it baby. Girl you sure know what to do.”
I slowly took the head in to the tip now and sucked it hard, pretending that it was candy and he loved it. He held the back of my head and I felt him slide deeper inside my mouth and to the back of my throat. He was in a frenzy, “Oh you sexy bitch, “he cried, “suck that dick, slut, whore, yeah that’s it.” He knew me so well, I thought. His words made me tingly all over.
“I want that dick inside me,” I said with my mind in a trance right now. All I could think about was that huge cock pounding my woman stuff. Now he takes that pretty hot cock from my mouth and spreads my legs. Now I feel his hot cock even before he reaches the lips of my asspussy. He throws my legs up on his shoulders and he’s about to lubricate me. “No that’s not necessary,” I said. “I‘ve been blessed with a self lubricating ass. He gave me a strange look but he didn’t argue. I know it was hard to believe and sometimes I didn’t believe it myself, but it was true.
In any case, he had no problem getting inside me. “Oh you’re right, you are juicy. And you smell like cunt too.” With those words I felt him grow even harder inside me. “Oh my God,” I heard myself cry involuntarily as he hit a G spot that sent instant concentrated pleasure throughout my body. Now he was in a fuck trance and all I could feel was his dick pounding my pussy. “Oh God, you’re wonderful, I can’t believe this ass is so damn good,” He cried out loudly, never missing a stroke. “I’m never gonna stop fucking your sweet ass girl.” Those are the kind of words that a girl loves to hear.
At one point I felt as if he was going to keep his promise because he fucked my ass for over an hour. He was on me now and I could swear he was even hornier than he had been when we first started. “OOOWeee, I can’t get enough of this sweet hot asspussy,” he said as he continued to pound. “I know I’m gonna be sore, but fuck it. I can’t stop.”
He was starting to scare me now because I’m thinking that he had taken something. What if he didn’t go down for four hours? Could I stand this merciless pounding for that long? He came once, but he never went down and I had several orgasms in the course of that fuck session. I wanted to put chains on this man and lock him in my closet and pull him out at will.
Suddenly he took his penis out and quickly put his tongue in my ass. He licked and slurped at my asspussy like a hungry bear savoring honey. “And you taste like pussy too,” he mumbled between his hungry slurping. Then he was back inside me. The more he fucked me the more feminine I felt. And while feeling like pussy, I thought of all the things that women thought about. I always did that when I was getting humped really good and hard. I was an ultra-female with nine inches of dick in me to the hilt. To a girl like me there was nothing better than having nine inches of dick hung up inside me.
Finally he started that dance that told me that he was coming. His body tensed up and I could feel the head of his cock swell and expand into in touched regions of new pussy. My nipples are so hard that they ache, and a chill shoots through me at the same time that I feel his jism spurt deep into my tender asshole. Now we were both screaming because I was climaxing with him deep inside my ass. I felt my insides go sensitive and tingly with his every spurt and grunt. I could feel the drool ooze slowly from my clit, and my tits were super sensitive. I never wanted him to take his dick out of my ass and for a few minutes we lie there silently, and he was still slightly hard.
He kissed and spooned me, and for a moment it seemed that we were considerate lovers who knew each other very well. “Oh honey that was so wonderful.” I couldn’t believe that I was so emotional. I usually don’t get this emotional with guys who pick me up and fuck me, but he was something special. I didn’t want to lose contact with him. “We got to do that again soon,” I said.
“How soon?” He said. Before I could say anything he then adds. “I can be ready in ten minutes. I got to do you one more time at least. That’s some great ass.” I had to smile because I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.
“Really?” I said unable to contain my emotions or hide my excitement at the thought of it.
“Yes really, maybe even less than ten,” he said poking me with his semi-hard cock.
“Bring it on big man, cause Kitty is ready honey.” Fortunate for me he was too, and he mounted me again. This time he moved slower inside me and delved deeper into my sweet feminine goodies. I could feel his cock hitting on all sides and sliding deeper inside me. My nipples were so hard that I could feel little Charlie horses pinching the tips. “Oh babee,” I found myself screaming and I wondered where all these uncontrolled emotions were coming from. Then I realized that I always got that way when I was happy beyond belief. I felt that now.
Why shouldn’t I feel that way? I was getting laid by a horny stud who knew exactly what I was and what he was doing. He was in control and he shifted me into one position after the other. First he fucked me standing up, then he fucked me missionary, and then he fucked me doggie and rammed me hard. The feel of his balls slapping my pussy parts was like icing on a delicious cake, and I was tearing up from the joy that I felt. I was feeling so happy that I was frustrated that there were no words yet invented to express such feelings. To say that it felt wonderful was not a strong enough word to describe the pleasure that was surging in and out of me with his every knowing stroke.
I cried as I took his penis inside me because there was no other way to react to the wondrous pounding that this man was giving my eager accepting ass. “OOOH right there, don’t stop, fuck it daddy, It’s yours baby, this ass is all yours.” This was all I could think to say as I met his stroke with my own feminine thrust, meeting his hungry cock each time. “Right there, right there, right there, right there,” I cried as if locked inside a time warp. He was hitting my G spot dead on and it was freaking me out.
“Girl you are something else,” he said breathlessly. “And this ass pussy is so tight. I ain’t never had ass cunt so sweet, hot and tight. I could get so use to this.” He said not missing a stroke. At that point at worshipped this man. He was hitting my G spot dead center on every stroke and my heartbeat was running away so fast that I was in fear of my life. Still I continued to meet his strokes.
“Oh God, baby, I think I love you.” I said without regret because at that moment, the things that he was doing to me brought out love for him. I could lie there and take his nine inches for days if necessary, but I knew he couldn’t stand my hot tight ass for that long. Even now as my eyes rolled back in my head from the delightful joy that spread through me, I could feel him tense and swell. I knew he was getting close so I started to work my ass muscles to gather in every drop of his hot cum. We were going at it bare back because we both liked it that way and we were disease free. There’s nothing like feeling that hot skin of that hot cock as it explores and probes deep inside my sensitive girl spots.
“OOH Kitty, baby, what you doing to me?” He cried as he starts to spurt inside me hard and deep. I felt his jism jet inside me like a stream of liquid fire. The heat from him seemed to trigger something deep inside me and I could feel myself starting to come from deep inside my ass. There was a wondrous suction between us and for those moment’s there was n o denying that I was a full blooded female physically and mentally. When the ass feels that good, it’s pussy. Pussy is not just a Vagina; pussy is a state of mind that is projected by the female spirit.
“Fuck that pussy daddy,” I cried as he continued to shoot. “Is that pussy good to you baby?” I asked as I met his strokes, taking his cock still deep inside me.
“Oh yes girl, you got the best pussy I ever had.”
“Is it good daddy? I asked not missing a stroke.
“Oh it’s better than good.”
“Is it better than Vagina pussy baby?”
“Ten times, no a thousand times.”
“Only a thousand I said as I purposely tightened my pussy muscles around his still hard cock.
“Maybe a million or more. I don’t know about that. I know it’s good and I want to fuck you from now on.”
I loved hearing those words. The last great lover I had was Tommy and he had never fucked me this good. He wasn’t as endowed as my friend tonight, but he was okay. Still Freddie here could read my mind and he fucked me accordingly.
“Oh you got me all pussy and shit, I said as he steady popped in and out of my ass. “I’m so pussy right now baby,” I said with joyous elation. “Can’t get enough of you. You got me pussy daddy. You got me all pussied up and shit. Yes yes yes yessssssssss.” I couldn’t get enough of him and I keep having these internal climaxes that send my heart beat on a merry chase. I’m hysterical with joy and sanity escapes me as I give him what he wants. “Me pussy, me pussy me pussy me pusssyyyyyyyyyyyy

“This time I’m gonna take it slow and blow your sweet she male mind. We got to try to make a baby and the only chance of that happening is if you spread those legs” I liked his confidence and I knew he wasn’t just bragging. What can I say? The man was a stud and for now he was mine, all mine.