My Filthy Fantasy

If you've bothered to look over my profile and favorites, you probably realized rather quickly that I have a SERIOUS cum fetish/oral fixation. As I've stated in my profile, I am pansexual, but I very much gravitate toward the feminine...in ALL its wonderous and varying forms, regardless of actual gender.

Not surprisingly, I've been consuming an insane (some might say unhealthy) amount of femboy and trans-female porn lately...and it's all led to my latest, recurring fantasy.

In my alternate reality, I randomly decide to end my work week on a Wednesday, and spend the next day sleeping late and rubbing my pussy furiously until mid-afternoon...all in preparation for what I hope will be a long weekend of willing self-debasement and utter filth. Having rubbed myself almost raw, I spend some quality time online searching for a clean, yet open to all cummers gloryhole. Once I've chosen my destination, I spend a leisurely evening in a nice, hot bath, and eventually I slip into my sexiest, clingiest backless dress, with no panties, of course.

During my hour-long drive to the adult bookstore that will serve as my palace of debauchery for the evening, a torrent of intrusive, nagging thoughts races through my mind...Am I really going through with this? What if someone recognizes me? Will I be safe? How many cocks can I really suck tonight?

At last, I see the parking lot of the bookstore, situated at the end of an unsurprisingly rundown strip mall, and park my car close enough for a quick exit, but far enough to keep people guessing. With my heart pounding a million beats a minute, I walk in, pay no mind to cute as a button college-aged girl behind the front counter, and make a beeline to the back where the booths are. No sooner do I close the door behind me that a marvelous, girthy cock appears through the large hole in the wall to my right. The dim lighting and larger than expected space of the booth help set the mood, and I feel my racing heartbeat settle down a bit as I slowly trace my candy-apple red fingernails along this delicious piece of flesh standing so proudly before me. I am mesmerized by the beauty of this amazing length of meat, but immediately shaken out of my cock-drunkenness by a surprisingly high-pitched squeal from the other side of the wall when my fingers finally reach the fat, purple head. Like a moth to a flame, I place my face up to the hole to discover the owner of this beautiful dick, only to find a sheepish, but beautiful, wide-eyed, raven-haired woman looking down at me...I was in fucking heaven!

Her vulnerability and beauty flip some sub-consious switch in me, and like a shark whose eyes go full-white in a feeding frenzy, I start to stare at this girl's cock like it's the last cock I'll ever suck. As if my own orgasms, no, my very life, depended on her pleasure, I stroke, and lick, and suck, and WORSHIP her cock with such selfless, mindless lust that I feel my pussy leaking its slutty juices down my legs. She must have been caught by surprise by my enthusiasm, because, in what seemed like mere minutes, I feel the tell-tale pulses in her cock that can mean only one thing. Emboldened by this, I keep sucking and tonguing her cock until I feel my mouth and face flooded by the hottest stream of cum I've ever felt in my life. Lord only knows how long this poor girl has been without sexual relief, because the ropes of cum landing on my lips and tongue seem endless...and I fucking savor every last drop!

Only after she slowly withdraws her cock do I focus on the electricity sparking between my legs...with a face smeared with cum, I slide one hand up to pinch and tweak my engorged nipples, using the other to desperately, frantically, FINALLY rub my pussy to a powerful, borderline-painful, but satisfying orgasm. As I'm catching my ragged breath, I take a few moments to savor the rivulets of cum winding their way into my mouth, and supplement my well-earned meal with my own creamy nectar. Sadly, I am too caught up in my own little bubble of filth to notice that my semi-anonymous lover has left her side of the booth, perhaps too overwhelmed to stick around and play anymore. It's just as well, because in the post-orgasmic haze was in I might have asked her to marry me:)

I stay behind in the booth for a little while longer, too spent to speak, let alone suck another cock...until the hole in the wall on my left side becomes a portal to the longest, blackest, veiniest cock I've ever seen...and I start to feel my willpower quickly dissolve once again;)