Sweating Bullets...
“Hello and welcome to The Every Occasion. How may I help you,” inquired the quirky looking receptionist with a Bantu twist-out and bold glasses.
“We’re here to meet with Candy at four,” replied a young medium-brown woman in a belted, flowy geometric print dress.
“Oh yes. The Smith-Roper wedding. Please have a seat. Would you like a snack or something to drink?”
“Water would be good,” piped up the prospective groom who had a deep brown skin tone and a wavy haircut with a superb mustache.
“Still or sparkling, Mister Roper,” inquired the worker.
“Huh,” he grunted, confused.
“Still,” interjected his fiancée.
“I’ll be right back. Anything for you?”
“Anything to snack on would be great.”
“Certainly.”
The employee returned with a glass of water and a packet of granola crumbles. The couple thanked her as they waited.
A few minutes passed and finally the receptionist grinned at them, “Candy will see you now. Y’all can go on back.”
The bride-to-be stood and so did her man. They walked back to a well-appointed office. Candy had his back turned to them grabbing a bottle of water.
Candy turned around and saw the man who had just fucked his punk ass the weekend before.
The lady did not notice her groom rubbing the nape of his neck and his light brown eyes went from shock to trouble maintaining eye contact with the wedding coordinator.
Candy, the consummate professional, said, “Hello to the future Mister and Misses Roper. It’s so nice to meet you both!” The short, slender, effeminate man with a rich, bronze complexion extended his manicured hand for a shake to each of them.
“So,” Candy started. “May I ask what you two do for a living?”
“I teach middle school math,” the woman shared first.
“Wonderful,” smiled Candy. “And how about you, Mister Roper?”
“I coach basketball and teach special education.”
“That’s so noble! Both of you are educators. I love it!”
After more conversation, Candy presented the contract to be signed. He gave his card to each of them.
Coach Roper could not wait to get back to his late model Chevy Tahoe. He damn near sprinted to it after he watched his fiancee get into her red 2021 Toyota Camry.
Coach Roper got on his hookup app and messaged the crossdressing tart he had just fucked.
-Oh shit! Thanks for not saying anything.
-I would never
-Thank you!
-When can we fuck again?
-We gotta wait till Saturday.
-Okay. I’m looking forward.
-But you CANNOT tell her.
-I promise I won’t. Not going to jeopardize my livelihood.
-I knew I liked your gay ass for a reason
-Thanks, daddy! Enjoy your evening.
Coach Roper made it to the apartment he shared with his soon-to-be-wife. He walked in and was met with a hearty bowl of chili that had been simmering in the slow cooker all day.
“Thanks for the great meal, Karessa,” he said.
“You’re welcome, Junior. I love you so much!”
“I love you too!”
“Well I gotta grade some papers.”
“Alright, baby! I’m gonna watch a li’l T-V.”
Junior Roper settled in and thought back to his fucking the sissy. He had loved the French maid outfit and big fake silicone tits the bitch wore. The slut sucked his dick with a fury that he had never experienced before. Candy had taken all ten inches down his warm throat.
The sassy bottom then put a Magnum on his generous dick and bent over.
Junior pushed his girthy, lengthy manhood inside of the tight rectum.
“Ooh,” the punk had squealed.
“Take it baby,” ordered Junior.
“Ooh yes! Fuck this booty pussy ass!”
“Hell yeah! Take it pussyboy!”
Junior pounded away as Candy squealed.
“Let me take it off,” Junior pseudo-inquired.
“Oh yes,” the gender bender had agreed super quickly.
Junior ripped off the condom and dropped it on the floor next to the rickety motel room bed. He stuffed his love spear right back. He thrust with all of his might. He opined, “This feels better, don’t it?”
“Oh it really does, daddy,” cried out Candy.
Junior remembered how hard he nutted in Candy’s boipussy while the sissy was talking trash about his girlfriend.
As Junior sat at home flipping the channels, he decided he was ready to fuck that cunt boi all over again.
“We’re here to meet with Candy at four,” replied a young medium-brown woman in a belted, flowy geometric print dress.
“Oh yes. The Smith-Roper wedding. Please have a seat. Would you like a snack or something to drink?”
“Water would be good,” piped up the prospective groom who had a deep brown skin tone and a wavy haircut with a superb mustache.
“Still or sparkling, Mister Roper,” inquired the worker.
“Huh,” he grunted, confused.
“Still,” interjected his fiancée.
“I’ll be right back. Anything for you?”
“Anything to snack on would be great.”
“Certainly.”
The employee returned with a glass of water and a packet of granola crumbles. The couple thanked her as they waited.
A few minutes passed and finally the receptionist grinned at them, “Candy will see you now. Y’all can go on back.”
The bride-to-be stood and so did her man. They walked back to a well-appointed office. Candy had his back turned to them grabbing a bottle of water.
Candy turned around and saw the man who had just fucked his punk ass the weekend before.
The lady did not notice her groom rubbing the nape of his neck and his light brown eyes went from shock to trouble maintaining eye contact with the wedding coordinator.
Candy, the consummate professional, said, “Hello to the future Mister and Misses Roper. It’s so nice to meet you both!” The short, slender, effeminate man with a rich, bronze complexion extended his manicured hand for a shake to each of them.
“So,” Candy started. “May I ask what you two do for a living?”
“I teach middle school math,” the woman shared first.
“Wonderful,” smiled Candy. “And how about you, Mister Roper?”
“I coach basketball and teach special education.”
“That’s so noble! Both of you are educators. I love it!”
After more conversation, Candy presented the contract to be signed. He gave his card to each of them.
Coach Roper could not wait to get back to his late model Chevy Tahoe. He damn near sprinted to it after he watched his fiancee get into her red 2021 Toyota Camry.
Coach Roper got on his hookup app and messaged the crossdressing tart he had just fucked.
-Oh shit! Thanks for not saying anything.
-I would never
-Thank you!
-When can we fuck again?
-We gotta wait till Saturday.
-Okay. I’m looking forward.
-But you CANNOT tell her.
-I promise I won’t. Not going to jeopardize my livelihood.
-I knew I liked your gay ass for a reason
-Thanks, daddy! Enjoy your evening.
Coach Roper made it to the apartment he shared with his soon-to-be-wife. He walked in and was met with a hearty bowl of chili that had been simmering in the slow cooker all day.
“Thanks for the great meal, Karessa,” he said.
“You’re welcome, Junior. I love you so much!”
“I love you too!”
“Well I gotta grade some papers.”
“Alright, baby! I’m gonna watch a li’l T-V.”
Junior Roper settled in and thought back to his fucking the sissy. He had loved the French maid outfit and big fake silicone tits the bitch wore. The slut sucked his dick with a fury that he had never experienced before. Candy had taken all ten inches down his warm throat.
The sassy bottom then put a Magnum on his generous dick and bent over.
Junior pushed his girthy, lengthy manhood inside of the tight rectum.
“Ooh,” the punk had squealed.
“Take it baby,” ordered Junior.
“Ooh yes! Fuck this booty pussy ass!”
“Hell yeah! Take it pussyboy!”
Junior pounded away as Candy squealed.
“Let me take it off,” Junior pseudo-inquired.
“Oh yes,” the gender bender had agreed super quickly.
Junior ripped off the condom and dropped it on the floor next to the rickety motel room bed. He stuffed his love spear right back. He thrust with all of his might. He opined, “This feels better, don’t it?”
“Oh it really does, daddy,” cried out Candy.
Junior remembered how hard he nutted in Candy’s boipussy while the sissy was talking trash about his girlfriend.
As Junior sat at home flipping the channels, he decided he was ready to fuck that cunt boi all over again.
5 months ago
