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Terry Green
"This man didn't do a damn thing Natassia!" Kim was bright red in the face, pointing her "Karen" like hands in my direction. I tried not to smirk, and was about to say, "Natassia, would you and your agent like a moment alone?" Thankfully Natassia was aware of why I didn't make a move during the restaurant robbery. She had grown up in San Diego, and in some rough spots in Miami. In addition to street smarts, she was intelligent, and surprisingly cool to her long time agent. Kim was getting more bent out of shape, until Natassia put her mahogany hand up, saying "armed robberies against a restaurant, that don't affect my safety, are probably why Terry didn't make a move." Thank you, I rest my case. Kim was still belligerent, "why did you allow Natassia to go to a restaurant, that you knew was going to be robbed?" Wow, Natassia's laughter was music to my ears. For a transgender pornographic star, it sounded as if the orchestra and clouds of the Heavens opened up. Even I let my guard down by laughing. Finally Kim aka Karen, walked out of the room. Later on to her credit, she apologized to me and Natassia for her "theatrics." I graciously accepted it, and I had a feeling, either a undiagnosed mental condition and or drugs was part of her life. The client was back to her posh Hilton digs after this, everyday occurrence that even the most tested psychic will be unable to pinpoint. As I got a Lyft ride back to my penthouse, I got a text, which is not unusual.
Yet this one definitely was. It was from Natassia, and wasn't she rather forward. Admittedly there's a fine line in being a professional, but also romantic entanglements are quite common in this business. For six months off and on, I had been seeing transgender actress Holly Parker. We had a lot of chemistry, and although she was back in California in the porn business, I was still a man with sperm in the tanks. Natassia's radar was accurate. "I noticed you sizing me up. You're very sexy. Want to have some fun?" Sitting back taken aback, the middle eastern guy driving me said "you okay sir?" "Thank you, yes I think." After paying and tipping Umar, I went back to my penthouse, and considered my next move. I wanted to be vigilant in my duties. Perhaps should I text back "after this assignment."
Turning on porn, I watched Natassia Dreams with a wrestling coach. On a mat, she wore a pink athletic bra, and matching bottoms. In this scene the coach convinced her, that if she gave him a blowjob, "her chances of making the team would be better." That slurping noise and Natassia's voice and breathing. Wow she snarfed that guys big penis up. What a lucky bastard, as I started to tug on my eight inches of fun. As Natassia basically brought this guy into her throat, sealed with those dark thick lips and sultry eyes, my full balls exploded an amount of cum that would seem unbelievable. What an orgasm, as the tension all day of being around Natassia, was making me realize despite my military discipline, training, and reputation I still was a man with needs. Since Holly left last month, admittedly I was pretty ornery, and even my employees joked "I needed to get laid."
That sealed it. My text back was this. "Natassia, duties aside, I want to be passionate with you." Shit. That sounded so cheesy, and lacked the confidence I was used to dropping in any form. Taking off my clothes, including my sperm soaked underwear, I put them in the washing machine. Dejected and angry at myself, I hopped in a hot shower. The Bose system was set up on my playlist, which was mostly Avenged Sevenfold and Slipnot. For whatever reason the aggressive metal music calmed me down. Perhaps kept the beast that all of us carry, within each of us at bay. Looking down at my softened cock and balls, the water and steam, I soaped and shampooed myself off. It had been a really fucked up day.
"When can we spend time together sexy?" I smiled. Natassia had texted me back. "Anytime lovely." Finally I got a call from her, which I eagerly answered. She really had a sexy voice for a woman with a cock and balls. This mixed message wasn't lost in my thoughts, but I liked transgender women the most. It was the best of both worlds. Plus unlike men and women, they would give you a blowjob eagerly and with a inherent desire to get you off. At least this had been my experience. Natassia and I were laughing like teenagers, and tomorrow she would be at my penthouse all day. To assuage Kim, they'd bring in my guy Ryan Long for the drive, and then I'd dismiss him with this being "an internal matter." Actually it looked like it would be!
I slept like a baby, although my eyes thought of Natassia and that tall frame. With heels on 6 feet, almost to my height. Such a happy feeling, and when the alarm clock went off, I took another hot shower and had breakfast. Standard military grade coffee, pancakes and bacon, so as to have calories to burn. If things were going where I knew they would, I had better be prepared for some aerobic dancing. The horizontal bop. As soon as the set five knocks hit my reinforced doors, looking at the camera monitor, I buzzed it open. Ryan brought in Natassia. Damn. Just wow. Natassia looked better than I'd ever seen before. Long black hair, purple and green eyeliner, and nails that matched this scheme. Wearing a black leather skirt and top, with cleavage galore, I'm pretty sure Ryan caught on. Yet Natassia and I acted our roles. He bought it, as he had been given information that "this client needed a safe house, due to threats of an extreme nature." Even a fake dossier had been made up, of a volatile ex boyfriend. Ryan and the rest of my team, would get extra training and dust off complacency, as I took care of more fulfilling business.
The door locked and Natassia grabbed me by the neck, kissing me with her long tongue down my throat. So much for introductions, or spending time beforehand, getting to know each other. It was animal like hedonism, and I was completely into this. Kissing like long separated lovers, her thick lips felt amazing. Magical sugar. I was about to take her top off, when everything stopped. What the hell? My cock was hard as ever, my machinery was producing sperm, and my hormones were on full alert. Natassia started crying. Tears on her face, I touched each one with my finger and hugged her as tight as I could. Whatever it was, I would be a supportive man.
"Terry, I'm so sorry." Great. A boyfriend or husband, that I wasn't aware of. "You have nothing to be sorry about," as my testicles were like anvils but my cock was returning to its normal size. She cried more, and I did all I could to be helpful, despite this unexpected surprise that wasn't pleasant by any means. My dreams of spanking her booty were, out of what was left of my brain. Frustrating and not to be. "Terry, I should have told you first." Yep. A boyfriend. A significant other. What the hell? This wasn't my first rodeo. "Told me about your loved one?" Natassia stepped back, and soon stared at me, confused. Then started giggling. I wasn't too pleased. This was more than a headache, and my weight machines were going to take abuse. "Terry, it's not that. I should have brought this up. Due to my pornography contract, I can't have sex with you unless you wear a condominium. My contact can be voided for unprotected sex or a disease showing up." Wow. This was different.
I loathed condoms. They didn't feel good on my hard penis, and plus I preferred bareback. Who didn't? It was like a slap to my face. Banging a plastic bag. Yet with a smile and a kiss, Natassia brought out of her pocketbook a Magnum condom. Taking her top off those large breasts, and damn those dark black long legs looked succulent. I was hard again. Just like a light switched on. "It's okay lovely, let's get it on." We kissed and with my shirt off, I felt her perky breasts and hardened nipples on my hairy muscular chest. Feeling her hands do figure 8's on my neck, and she at the same time took my pants off. Our breathing and heart rates increased. I took her skirt off, and there we were. Her panties with a diminutive bulge, and my tight briefs with a purple monster ready to deliver the goods.
As we kissed I felt my underwear off, and soon hers was too. "Feel this Terry," and as our cocks rubbed together, I literally almost howled in delight. Instead it was a bit of a sensual wimper, as our cocks touched. The sensation. I put my hard penis into her black balls. She smiled. Those white teeth contrasting with her gorgeous ebony skin. "Someone is very horny!" "Yes!" We kissed more and as our cocks and balls became meshed, I licked her neck and moved down to her obviously D sized breasts.
Feeling her pulsating penis in my hands, she moaned with her eyes closing, giving me a view of that green and purple on her dark skin. Those black nipples in my mouth, the contrasts of our colors added another level of sexuality. Grabbing her ass, oh it was divine in my strong hands. Like a vice grip I grabbed harder, and putty in my grasp. Sweat and body fluids, and her cocks precum was on my legs, and I just about was lost. Yes I was physically there, but as my mind drifted off, somehow I was on the couch in the living room. On her knees, I could see big tits, and soon a mouth of golden savor wrapped around the essence of my manliness. Nothing was there. Only her and those lips on my penis, I was owned completely. The slurping sounds, the precum on her lips, that wicked smile. This couldn't last much longer or I'd explode, and so I grabbed Natassia by the face, and said "let's go to the bedroom."
On my king sized bed, I took her she cock into my mouth. The musky sweet and sweat filled activation of my taste buds. As I moved my tongue around her nice looking five inch penis, I also played with her big tits. They felt so amazing, and soon my index finger and lube was in her very tight ass. Moaning. Shaking. I had Natassia where I wanted. Somehow she broke my grip and was next to me. Looking into my eyes with desire. The connection of our sexual energy was surreal. I felt her hands touching my shaft and balls, it was an amazing sensation. It was if she knew what turned me on, and I can't say I felt the condom slide onto my eight inches of rigid hardness.
Soon I slid into her from behind. "Oh yes Terry!" I was making love to another famous transgender woman. That part of my male ego was stoked, yet also I wanted to get my penis further in that tight rear end. Stretching it was gliding smooth. Further and further in, I saw a black hand touching my white pink balls that were full. I screamed. It felt so good. Her moans indicated I was hitting paydirt, and as I slid by her g spot, oh yes that prostate was swollen up. Purposefully I kept poking it with my long dagger, and the results were wonderful. More lube and deeper in, I felt that hole clench me so vividly. Holding on to those hips, and feeling those shaved legs. The bottom of her feet were near my white skin, and as I put my fingers there, I saw those black manicured nails holding on to the bedsheets. Rocking and moaning.
Then without warning, I was on the bed on my back. Looking into Natassia's eyes, oh yes my favorite position. We were kissing, and I fondled her big boobs. That cock on my abdomen was rock hard, and I got a nice feminine howl, when I massaged those balls. Her perfume and body scent were alluring. It was as if we defied gravity and physics in general, as she kept going up and down on my penis. She smiled and said "I love that you're inside me." "Oh yes baby." That's all I could say as the nerve endings were completely lit, and our collective warmth and passion was never ending. Watching her feet and hands as she rode me, I played more with her perky tits. Spanking her ass led to signs of extreme liberation, and the creaking bed was an indication of our defiance of normal energy.
To be continued soon.