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WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity. This is a work of FICTION (as far as I know), intended for ADULTS ONLY. If you are below 21 years of age, or offended by this kind of material, or it is illegal where you are, stop reading now. -- CJ
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HOT TO TROT DESIREE, ON THE PROWL AGAIN, ITCHIN’ FOR ACTION origin unknown
Last night I decided I needed some more adult magazines and that Desiree was the one who needed to go get them. After all, she is the Hot-to-Trot Transvestite who knows what can come of a visit to an adult bookstore full of horny men.
After carefully applying my slutty, bewitching makeup, silky black hose, hot-pink Dragon Lady nails and matching glossy lipstick, I stepped into a hot-pink leather skirt. Next, my favorite white angora sweater adorned with feaux pearls and diamonds was slipped over my 38D rubber breasts, which were held snuggly against my chest with a lacy Christian Dior bra. God, does that angora ever feel good!
Next, I fluffed to its fullest and sexiest my long blonde super-girl wig. Finally I stepped into my new five-inch hot-pink heels, which had just arrived from my favorite mail-order firm. Upon seeing my hot body in the full-length mirror, my heart nearly jumped out of my deep throat.
Ready now and hot to trot, I drive to my favorite bookstore. Once parked, I freshened my lipstick and fluffed my golden locks once more. Then I stepped out of the car and strutted my cute ass down the sidewalk. With a walk so slow and sexy, I got several cat whistles, which thrilled me and heightened the adventure as I opened the door to all those hard cocks displayed on slick mag covers. With all the confidence of any whore who ever stepped through the magical doors of an adult bookstore, I browsed my way to the transvestite section, where I was immediately joined by a handsome black man.
I must tell you, black cocks excite me. I thrill to the vision of my hot-pink nails caressing a large, hard, ebony dick. God, I love it! From the bulge rising in my newfound admirer’s pants, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I tasted his manhood. Finding several mags I didn’t have, I coyly walked to the cash register and paid for them. With a sexy turn of my head, I gazed ever so sexily back at my hard buddy and winked. With that, I bounced back out to the parking lot.
Sure enough, he was right behind me. I motioned to him to follow me for some fun. Without a word, we got into my car. Even before he sat down, I noticed his black rod hanging out--just ready to be loved. Talk about being ready.
I wasted not a moment wrapping my luscious lips around his hardened meat. My tongue swished all over his black boner, loving every inch. After bathing it with saliva, I went to work, my blonde head bobbing all the way down to his kinky hair. Eager for his hot come, I massaged his balls with my nails and sucked with a frenzy.
Much to my pleasure, I was soon rewarded with gobs of hot, salty semen. Savoring the flavor, I redistributed it all over his manhood, playing it safe. A few moans later, he thanked me, kissed me on the cheek, and left. Feeling so much like a woman, I headed downtown to visit the show bars.
On the way, I dome-lighted the truckers, showing off my sexy legs. But after being passed by several truck drivers, I couldn’t hjelp but start feeling a little down. Then, out of nowhere, came three long blasts of a trucker’s horn, and as I looked in the rearview, I noticed a bit eighteen-wheeler on my ass with his right-turn signal on.
As I pulled into the right lane, he followed. I knew what he wanted. I took the next truckers’ exit and he followed, of course. As he walked to my car, I couldn’t believe my good fortune. He was a hunk--tall, muscular and blonde. Hmmm, was I going to have gun.
He told me of a friend of his who was staying at a nearby truckers’ motel and said he knew I would enjoy having some fun with the both of them. Playing coy now, I asked him what made him think that. He said he was parked back at the bookstore and had seen me go down on my first cock of the evening. I laughed and told him I’d follow right behind to meet his friend--and anyone else he might have in mind!
Joey and I arrived at the motel, and I strutted up to him, took his arm, and told him I was his, ass and all. Once in the room he proceeded to tell Tom, his friend, what he had found. Quickly, Tom pulled out his cock and I winked at Joey as I slipped him a condom. Then I hiked my skirt up and pulled my hose down. On all fours now on the bed, having positioned my “pussy” just right for Joey, I wrapped my lips around Tom’s cock.
As the cock in my mouth grew, I felt an already hard cock poking at my back door. Without much grace, Joey rammed his meat into my ass. Oh, it hurt so good! There I was, Hot-to-Trot Desiree, getting it from both ends--wonderful! Before long I felt Joey’s cock pulse out his come, and almost simultaneously, Tom let his load stream into my hungry mouth. With come oozing from my mouth, I collapsed on Tom and just smiled.
After straightening my hose and skirt, I glossed my lips once more and told my satisfied men that i’d be on the lookout for their trucks on another fateful night. Then, feeling ever so satisfied, Desiree left for home.