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A Weakness for Blondes

I didn't know what to expect when I followed Kyle into that club. Him flirting and dancing with a bunch of other women, I guess. I certainly never anticipated finding him bent over a sofa in the club's back room, moaning and screaming as a tall blonde transsexual ravished his bottom!

Wait, let me back up before I get ahead of myself here! My name is Lindsey, and I'm twenty-one years old. My boyfriend, Kyle is a year older and I thank my lucky stars every day to have snagged him. You see, I'm not what you'd exactly call a bombshell. I'm barely over five feet tall and although I think I have a pretty face, my body has been generously called pixie-like. People not so generous usually describe my slender frame as boyish. Great, just what every girl wants to hear, right? If it wasn't for my dimples, I don't think most guys would give me the time of day.

Kyle, on the other hand, is a picture of masculine beauty. I think Greek Gods are jealous of his body, do be honest. He's six-four, with dark hair, blue eyes and perfectly sculpted muscles just bulging out all over the place. Best part is, he's never once complained about my A-cup breasts or the fact that the top of my head barely comes up to his chest!

Not everything is perfect though. Like a lot of couples, we've talked about our likes and dislikes and turn ons and what not. I was really glad to hear how much he loved giving oral sex! Gosh that man has a tongue that is made of gold, I swear! I've even taken to keeping myself waxed smooth down there, just to make it easier for him. But there's that other thing, the thing that keeps me up at night. Like most guys out there, blondes drive him wild. And not just any blonde, either. Tall, curvy blondes with big boobs and booties to match. With my dark brown hair and eyes, skinny butt and tiny breasts, I just can't compete with a woman like that!

Our sex life was great though, even though I had my nagging insecurities. Not only did he love licking me, but when we made love he screwed me like an animal! We did it several times a week, often enough that sometimes I just had to take a break before that big tool could make me too sore!

It was on one of those breaks that the trouble started. He'd go out, supposedly with the boys to drink and do whatever it is that guys do when their girlfriends aren't around. I was definitely not invited. It only happened once or twice a week, but it began to get to me. Was he really hanging out with his guy friends, or was he out looking for a woman who could give him what I couldn't?

Well, enough backstory! As I said earlier, I followed Kyle one night when he was going out without me. His Jeep lead me straight to the fanciest club I'd ever seen. The bouncers at the door may have been huge and scary, but they wore tuxedos and communicated with wireless headsets. I watched Kyle step right up. The guards waved him through with friendly smiles. He'd been there before, it seemed to me.

I hadn't worn my best outfit for my night of stalking, short jean shorts and a little tank top. I took one look at those bouncers and traded my sneakers in for a pair of heels sitting on the back seat of my car and put on a fresh coat of bright red lipstick. After shaking my long brown hair free of my ponytail, I took a deep breath and headed right up to the door.

"Hey there, is there a cover charge?" I asked sweetly, using my dimples to my best advantage. For a short girl, I think I have pretty good legs. The heels helped. A big bald bouncer shook his head. His dark eyes took me in head to toe and a smile formed on his lips. I must have been doing something right!

"Nope Miss no cover for pretty ladies. Go on in," he waved me through. I stepped into the dimly lit room and stopped dead. The place was fairly busy, the bar crowded with patrons looking for a drink, and a dozen or so couples grinding on the big dance floor.

"Excuse me," a man said as he brushed past. I could only nod. I was pretty stunned, and must have looked like an idiot standing there with my mouth hanging open. I looked around, noticing that I was one of the few women in the place. It wasn't a gay bar, though, exactly. At least have the patrons wore dresses and heels! Kyle was in a tranny bar?

I hurried to the bar and had to hop up on my tiptoes to get the big drag queen's attention. If my boyfriend was out chasing transvestites, I needed something to drink.

"What can I get for you, sweetie?" he asked me, adjusting the sequined top of his dress over his falsies.

"Whiskey sour," I said over the music. I just sat there, sipping my drink at the end of the bar for a while. I hadn't spotted Kyle yet and I wanted to make sure I saw him before he saw me.

"What's a pretty cis-gendered girl doing in a place like this?" a woman next to me asked. I say woman, for she was showing off some very real cleavage in a clingy black dress. She flipped her long red hair over he shoulder and smiled down at me. She was very tall, with a sharp, masculine edge to her features that didn't quite make her look less than pretty.

"I followed my boyfriend here," I admitted. "I think he comes here a lot. Shit, I feel so stupid!"

"Oh honey!" the big transwoman put her arm around me. It was strangely comforting, even with her big silicone boobs pressing into my arm. "He's cheating on a little cutie pie like you? He ought to be ashamed of himself!"

"Uh, thanks," I managed to say. I pulled back with a sigh, and that's when I spotted him, and all my worst fears came crashing down around me. Sure enough, my big, hunky boyfriend was grinding away on the dance floor with the tallest, leggiest, bustiest blonde I'd ever seen. Her skin-tight dress didn't hide a single curve, and as they moved closer, I had a hard time believing she was a transsexual, she looked so feminine! I swore and drained my glass.

"Oh, did you see him?" the redhead craned her neck. "Where is he, I'll go belt him one!"

"The tall guy dancing with that blonde in the black mini-dress," I nodded towards them, feeling sick to my stomach.

"Kyle is your boyfriend?" my new friend gasped in surprise.

"Great, so he is a regular?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so, honey," she patted my arm. "And Maxine there is his favorite partner. She sank her claws into him the first night he came and if she's around, none of us other girls have a chance."

"My condolences," I said as sarcastically as I could manage.

"Oh, I'm sorry. If I had known he was a two-timer I wouldn't have said a word to him, much less tried to get into this pants!"

"Tried?"

"He's got a thing for blondes, I think," the redhead shrugged.

"Yeah. Stupid fucking blondes," I wanted to spit.

"I'll drink to that!" the redhead laughed. "Say, let me buy you another drink. My name's Frankie, by the way."

"Lindsey, and thanks," I tried my best to smile at her. At least she was sympathetic. I needed all the sympathy I could get right about then. We chatted for a bit, she was an interesting woman, thirty years old and living as a woman for four. I'd never met a transperson before, and I was sad to hear how much stigma they faced.

"You get used to it," she shrugged. "But I think your boyfriend is heading upstairs with Maxine. Should I go give him a piece of my mind before they get started?"

"That depends. What's upstairs?" I didn't like the sound of it.

"Private rooms for fun. And some not so private ones too. Maxine always takes him to room number six. That's the one with a two-way mirror into the hallway. She likes showing off." Frankie explained.

"Come on," I said as I finished my second drink, feeling bold. I stood up and pulled the huge woman up with me.

"Let me take off my heels if we're going to get into a fight," she said.

"Leave 'em on. I just want to see."

"Honey, you're not gonna like what you see. Are you sure about this?" she patted my shoulder.

"Yep," I took off toward the door at the back where Kyle and his blonde friend had vanished only moments before. When I made up my mind, nothing could stop me!

"All right, but I warned you," the redhead followed my like a puppy as I marched up the stairs. A big, busty puppy in heels. I found room number six pretty easy, as the hallway stretched off from the top of the stairs with each door clearly marked.

"Okay, this is it," I took a deep breath and stepped up to the big two-way mirror along the wall. Their room was brightly lit, with no furniture except for a big round bed and a little stand next to it cluttered with condoms and bottles of lube.

"Try not to freak out, Lindsey," Frankie wrapped her big arms around me and rested her chin on the top of my head. I leaned back into her, she was very comforting, even with those big boobs pressing against my shoulders.

"I'll try," I said, and watched the scene unfold. Kyle and the blonde wasted no time. They practically tore each other's clothes off. I growled when my boyfriend exposed her big tits and started slobbering all over them and pawing at them like he'd never seen anything so wonderful in his life. "Bitch," I muttered.

"That she is," Frankie agreed. Maxine would only put up with so much tit-worship before she pushed Kyle back and stripped off the last of his clothes, his boxers. His big cock bobbed in front of her, and to my utter shock, Maxine sneered at it and gave it a hard slap. She said something to him, but I couldn't hear through the glass.

"What the?" I wondered.

"She's a top. A power top," Frankie explained. I wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but I had a pretty good guess.

"Fucking hell!" I muttered at the implications. Kyle seemed to be loving the treatment. He grinned up at the blonde and sat on the edge of the bed. All she wore was a black thong and her killer black pumps. Her body was every bit as perfect as Kyles, curvy but slender. She had the boobs and hips and legs I'd always been so jealous of!

"Here it comes," Frankie whispered. She pressed into my back more, and I could feel her bulge poking the small of my back just above my little butt. I nearly jumped out of her arms, but I was too stunned to move, and what happened next nearly blew my mind.

Kyle yanked the gorgeous blonde shemale's panties right down her legs, and her cock flopped out and hit him on the face. Flopped may not be the best word, the thing was enormous! It was still pretty soft but even through the glass I could tell it was a good deal bigger than Kyle's!

"That's the biggest dick I've ever seen!" I said to my newfound friend.

"That's because you haven't seen mine yet," Frankie chuckled. She kept grinding away at my back, and I reached behind me. Fuck, she wasn't lying! "But we can explore that later, for now, watch."

"Right," I gulped. To say I was suprised to get hit on by a shemale was an understatement. Not as surprising though, as the fact that I was seriously considering it!

"Look at him suck that thing!" Frankie said in awe. I watched, rapt, rubbing Frankie's huge bulge through her dress as Kyle went to work. His handsome mouth split open and he sucked down every inch of her. His hands were all over her legs, her butt and her tits and he bobbed his head like the experienced cocksucker I realized that he was. After a few minutes he pulled off, and I got a sight of Maxine's huge cock fully erect.

"He makes Kyle look like a little boy," I giggled. It seemed like fair comeuppance, since he was cheating on me!

"Everybody loves her cock," Frankie chuckled. She kept pushing her big bulge against my hand, and I kept squeezing it. Kyle lifted her cock and slurped at her big, hairless balls for a while, which they both seemed to love. After a while he pulled back and got up on the bed on all fours. He looked back at the blonde, smiling as he slapped his ass.

"He's a fucking slut for it!" I cried. I couldn't help it, I slipped my other hand down my shorts and panties. I sighed as I found my clit. It took some dexterity, but I managed to rub my pussy, stroke Frankie through her dress, AND not fall on my ass on my four-inch heels all at the same time.

"Fuck me!" I heard Kyle shout, his voice muffled by the glass. Maxine kicked off her shoes and climbed up behind him. There was no way anyone could take a cock that big! Maxine grinned like a maniac as she grabbed his hips and started working. Her cock sank lower and lower as Kyle thrashed on the bed, even pushing back against her!

It took a while, but finally she was balls-deep in my boyfriend's ass. I came all over my fingers, whimpering and rocking against Frankie's big fake tits as my legs got all wobbly. She held me up as I continued to watch. Maxine was like a fucking sex machine! She slammed his butt with true gusto, using every inch of her huge dick. I could hear my boyfriend's yelps of pleasure as he took it like a good little bitch.

"This is so fucking sexy!" I admitted to Frankie.

"You think?" the big shemale chuckled. Her own cock was fully hard now, and poked my back like a steel rod.

"Yeah. I'm still pissed. Pissed that Kyle didn't tell me so that I could watch!" I said. He couldn't be all gay, after all. He fucked me just as hard as Maxine did when it was the two of us.

"The show's just getting started!" Frankie started playing with my boobs through my top, pinching my nipples and getting me wet all over again. We watched for what seemed like hours. Maxine fucked Kyle doggie style for a long time before she pulled out and came all over his upturned ass. She didn't lose her hard on though, and my studly boyfriend, the biggest, handsomest man at our college, mounted her like the nastiest slut in town.

"Ride her, baby!" I urged him quietly, even though he couldn't hear me. And ride he did. He bucked on her cock like he was trying to break her hips. His big muscular body slammed up and down, his semi-hard cock flopped around, spewing pre-cum all over her body. It seemed like neither of them was interested in using it, though. I could see why, after riding her until both of them were sweaty messes, he came all over her, his untouched cock spinning and flapping wildly as it gushed.

"I wanna get fucked like that," I moaned.

"Let's go, she's still got another hour or so left in her," Frankie said huskily.

"Go, where are we going?" I asked Frankie, though I already knew the answer.

"To the next room. I've been dying to fuck you since you walked in Lindsey," she growled, her hands all over me. "I love your sexy little body, you're fucking perfect!"

"You really know how to sweet talk a girl!" I laughed, and let her lead me to another room.

I'll never forget that night. Frankie hadn't been lying about her size, or Maxine's stamina. The two of them fucked us silly for hours before all four of us met back down at the bar to drink and relax in the afterglow. Things have changed somewhat between Kyle and me. Most nights it's just the two of us enjoying each other like we always had. But once or twice a week, we head down to the club and have a blast sharing big shemale cocks with each other!

On the plus side, I'm not so jealous about Kyle's weakness for blondes anymore. After all, I've got a weakness of my own now!I didn't know what to expect when I followed Kyle into that club. Him flirting and dancing with a bunch of other women, I guess. I certainly never anticipated finding him bent over a sofa in the club's back room, moaning and screaming as a tall blonde transsexual ravished his bottom!

Wait, let me back up before I get ahead of myself here! My name is Lindsey, and I'm twenty-one years old. My boyfriend, Kyle is a year older and I thank my lucky stars every day to have snagged him. You see, I'm not what you'd exactly call a bombshell. I'm barely over five feet tall and although I think I have a pretty face, my body has been generously called pixie-like. People not so generous usually describe my slender frame as boyish. Great, just what every girl wants to hear, right? If it wasn't for my dimples, I don't think most guys would give me the time of day.

Kyle, on the other hand, is a picture of masculine beauty. I think Greek Gods are jealous of his body, do be honest. He's six-four, with dark hair, blue eyes and perfectly sculpted muscles just bulging out all over the place. Best part is, he's never once complained about my A-cup breasts or the fact that the top of my head barely comes up to his chest!

Not everything is perfect though. Like a lot of couples, we've talked about our likes and dislikes and turn ons and what not. I was really glad to hear how much he loved giving oral sex! Gosh that man has a tongue that is made of gold, I swear! I've even taken to keeping myself waxed smooth down there, just to make it easier for him. But there's that other thing, the thing that keeps me up at night. Like most guys out there, blondes drive him wild. And not just any blonde, either. Tall, curvy blondes with big boobs and booties to match. With my dark brown hair and eyes, skinny butt and tiny breasts, I just can't compete with a woman like that!

Our sex life was great though, even though I had my nagging insecurities. Not only did he love licking me, but when we made love he screwed me like an animal! We did it several times a week, often enough that sometimes I just had to take a break before that big tool could make me too sore!

It was on one of those breaks that the trouble started. He'd go out, supposedly with the boys to drink and do whatever it is that guys do when their girlfriends aren't around. I was definitely not invited. It only happened once or twice a week, but it began to get to me. Was he really hanging out with his guy friends, or was he out looking for a woman who could give him what I couldn't?

Well, enough backstory! As I said earlier, I followed Kyle one night when he was going out without me. His Jeep lead me straight to the fanciest club I'd ever seen. The bouncers at the door may have been huge and scary, but they wore tuxedos and communicated with wireless headsets. I watched Kyle step right up. The guards waved him through with friendly smiles. He'd been there before, it seemed to me.

I hadn't worn my best outfit for my night of stalking, short jean shorts and a little tank top. I took one look at those bouncers and traded my sneakers in for a pair of heels sitting on the back seat of my car and put on a fresh coat of bright red lipstick. After shaking my long brown hair free of my ponytail, I took a deep breath and headed right up to the door.

"Hey there, is there a cover charge?" I asked sweetly, using my dimples to my best advantage. For a short girl, I think I have pretty good legs. The heels helped. A big bald bouncer shook his head. His dark eyes took me in head to toe and a smile formed on his lips. I must have been doing something right!

"Nope Miss no cover for pretty ladies. Go on in," he waved me through. I stepped into the dimly lit room and stopped dead. The place was fairly busy, the bar crowded with patrons looking for a drink, and a dozen or so couples grinding on the big dance floor.

"Excuse me," a man said as he brushed past. I could only nod. I was pretty stunned, and must have looked like an idiot standing there with my mouth hanging open. I looked around, noticing that I was one of the few women in the place. It wasn't a gay bar, though, exactly. At least have the patrons wore dresses and heels! Kyle was in a tranny bar?

I hurried to the bar and had to hop up on my tiptoes to get the big drag queen's attention. If my boyfriend was out chasing transvestites, I needed something to drink.

"What can I get for you, sweetie?" he asked me, adjusting the sequined top of his dress over his falsies.

"Whiskey sour," I said over the music. I just sat there, sipping my drink at the end of the bar for a while. I hadn't spotted Kyle yet and I wanted to make sure I saw him before he saw me.

"What's a pretty cis-gendered girl doing in a place like this?" a woman next to me asked. I say woman, for she was showing off some very real cleavage in a clingy black dress. She flipped her long red hair over he shoulder and smiled down at me. She was very tall, with a sharp, masculine edge to her features that didn't quite make her look less than pretty.

"I followed my boyfriend here," I admitted. "I think he comes here a lot. Shit, I feel so stupid!"

"Oh honey!" the big transwoman put her arm around me. It was strangely comforting, even with her big silicone boobs pressing into my arm. "He's cheating on a little cutie pie like you? He ought to be ashamed of himself!"

"Uh, thanks," I managed to say. I pulled back with a sigh, and that's when I spotted him, and all my worst fears came crashing down around me. Sure enough, my big, hunky boyfriend was grinding away on the dance floor with the tallest, leggiest, bustiest blonde I'd ever seen. Her skin-tight dress didn't hide a single curve, and as they moved closer, I had a hard time believing she was a transsexual, she looked so feminine! I swore and drained my glass.

"Oh, did you see him?" the redhead craned her neck. "Where is he, I'll go belt him one!"

"The tall guy dancing with that blonde in the black mini-dress," I nodded towards them, feeling sick to my stomach.

"Kyle is your boyfriend?" my new friend gasped in surprise.

"Great, so he is a regular?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so, honey," she patted my arm. "And Maxine there is his favorite partner. She sank her claws into him the first night he came and if she's around, none of us other girls have a chance."

"My condolences," I said as sarcastically as I could manage.

"Oh, I'm sorry. If I had known he was a two-timer I wouldn't have said a word to him, much less tried to get into this pants!"

"Tried?"

"He's got a thing for blondes, I think," the redhead shrugged.

"Yeah. Stupid fucking blondes," I wanted to spit.

"I'll drink to that!" the redhead laughed. "Say, let me buy you another drink. My name's Frankie, by the way."

"Lindsey, and thanks," I tried my best to smile at her. At least she was sympathetic. I needed all the sympathy I could get right about then. We chatted for a bit, she was an interesting woman, thirty years old and living as a woman for four. I'd never met a transperson before, and I was sad to hear how much stigma they faced.

"You get used to it," she shrugged. "But I think your boyfriend is heading upstairs with Maxine. Should I go give him a piece of my mind before they get started?"

"That depends. What's upstairs?" I didn't like the sound of it.

"Private rooms for fun. And some not so private ones too. Maxine always takes him to room number six. That's the one with a two-way mirror into the hallway. She likes showing off." Frankie explained.

"Come on," I said as I finished my second drink, feeling bold. I stood up and pulled the huge woman up with me.

"Let me take off my heels if we're going to get into a fight," she said.

"Leave 'em on. I just want to see."

"Honey, you're not gonna like what you see. Are you sure about this?" she patted my shoulder.

"Yep," I took off toward the door at the back where Kyle and his blonde friend had vanished only moments before. When I made up my mind, nothing could stop me!

"All right, but I warned you," the redhead followed my like a puppy as I marched up the stairs. A big, busty puppy in heels. I found room number six pretty easy, as the hallway stretched off from the top of the stairs with each door clearly marked.

"Okay, this is it," I took a deep breath and stepped up to the big two-way mirror along the wall. Their room was brightly lit, with no furniture except for a big round bed and a little stand next to it cluttered with condoms and bottles of lube.

"Try not to freak out, Lindsey," Frankie wrapped her big arms around me and rested her chin on the top of my head. I leaned back into her, she was very comforting, even with those big boobs pressing against my shoulders.

"I'll try," I said, and watched the scene unfold. Kyle and the blonde wasted no time. They practically tore each other's clothes off. I growled when my boyfriend exposed her big tits and started slobbering all over them and pawing at them like he'd never seen anything so wonderful in his life. "Bitch," I muttered.

"That she is," Frankie agreed. Maxine would only put up with so much tit-worship before she pushed Kyle back and stripped off the last of his clothes, his boxers. His big cock bobbed in front of her, and to my utter shock, Maxine sneered at it and gave it a hard slap. She said something to him, but I couldn't hear through the glass.

"What the?" I wondered.

"She's a top. A power top," Frankie explained. I wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but I had a pretty good guess.

"Fucking hell!" I muttered at the implications. Kyle seemed to be loving the treatment. He grinned up at the blonde and sat on the edge of the bed. All she wore was a black thong and her killer black pumps. Her body was every bit as perfect as Kyles, curvy but slender. She had the boobs and hips and legs I'd always been so jealous of!

"Here it comes," Frankie whispered. She pressed into my back more, and I could feel her bulge poking the small of my back just above my little butt. I nearly jumped out of her arms, but I was too stunned to move, and what happened next nearly blew my mind.

Kyle yanked the gorgeous blonde shemale's panties right down her legs, and her cock flopped out and hit him on the face. Flopped may not be the best word, the thing was enormous! It was still pretty soft but even through the glass I could tell it was a good deal bigger than Kyle's!

"That's the biggest dick I've ever seen!" I said to my newfound friend.

"That's because you haven't seen mine yet," Frankie chuckled. She kept grinding away at my back, and I reached behind me. Fuck, she wasn't lying! "But we can explore that later, for now, watch."

"Right," I gulped. To say I was suprised to get hit on by a shemale was an understatement. Not as surprising though, as the fact that I was seriously considering it!

"Look at him suck that thing!" Frankie said in awe. I watched, rapt, rubbing Frankie's huge bulge through her dress as Kyle went to work. His handsome mouth split open and he sucked down every inch of her. His hands were all over her legs, her butt and her tits and he bobbed his head like the experienced cocksucker I realized that he was. After a few minutes he pulled off, and I got a sight of Maxine's huge cock fully erect.

"He makes Kyle look like a little boy," I giggled. It seemed like fair comeuppance, since he was cheating on me!

"Everybody loves her cock," Frankie chuckled. She kept pushing her big bulge against my hand, and I kept squeezing it. Kyle lifted her cock and slurped at her big, hairless balls for a while, which they both seemed to love. After a while he pulled back and got up on the bed on all fours. He looked back at the blonde, smiling as he slapped his ass.

"He's a fucking slut for it!" I cried. I couldn't help it, I slipped my other hand down my shorts and panties. I sighed as I found my clit. It took some dexterity, but I managed to rub my pussy, stroke Frankie through her dress, AND not fall on my ass on my four-inch heels all at the same time.

"Fuck me!" I heard Kyle shout, his voice muffled by the glass. Maxine kicked off her shoes and climbed up behind him. There was no way anyone could take a cock that big! Maxine grinned like a maniac as she grabbed his hips and started working. Her cock sank lower and lower as Kyle thrashed on the bed, even pushing back against her!

It took a while, but finally she was balls-deep in my boyfriend's ass. I came all over my fingers, whimpering and rocking against Frankie's big fake tits as my legs got all wobbly. She held me up as I continued to watch. Maxine was like a fucking sex machine! She slammed his butt with true gusto, using every inch of her huge dick. I could hear my boyfriend's yelps of pleasure as he took it like a good little bitch.

"This is so fucking sexy!" I admitted to Frankie.

"You think?" the big shemale chuckled. Her own cock was fully hard now, and poked my back like a steel rod.

"Yeah. I'm still pissed. Pissed that Kyle didn't tell me so that I could watch!" I said. He couldn't be all gay, after all. He fucked me just as hard as Maxine did when it was the two of us.

"The show's just getting started!" Frankie started playing with my boobs through my top, pinching my nipples and getting me wet all over again. We watched for what seemed like hours. Maxine fucked Kyle doggie style for a long time before she pulled out and came all over his upturned ass. She didn't lose her hard on though, and my studly boyfriend, the biggest, handsomest man at our college, mounted her like the nastiest slut in town.

"Ride her, baby!" I urged him quietly, even though he couldn't hear me. And ride he did. He bucked on her cock like he was trying to break her hips. His big muscular body slammed up and down, his semi-hard cock flopped around, spewing pre-cum all over her body. It seemed like neither of them was interested in using it, though. I could see why, after riding her until both of them were sweaty messes, he came all over her, his untouched cock spinning and flapping wildly as it gushed.

"I wanna get fucked like that," I moaned.

"Let's go, she's still got another hour or so left in her," Frankie said huskily.

"Go, where are we going?" I asked Frankie, though I already knew the answer.

"To the next room. I've been dying to fuck you since you walked in Lindsey," she growled, her hands all over me. "I love your sexy little body, you're fucking perfect!"

"You really know how to sweet talk a girl!" I laughed, and let her lead me to another room.

I'll never forget that night. Frankie hadn't been lying about her size, or Maxine's stamina. The two of them fucked us silly for hours before all four of us met back down at the bar to drink and relax in the afterglow. Things have changed somewhat between Kyle and me. Most nights it's just the two of us enjoying each other like we always had. But once or twice a week, we head down to the club and have a blast sharing big shemale cocks with each other!

On the plus side, I'm not so jealous about Kyle's weakness for blondes anymore. After all, I've got a weakness of my own now!

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Jan 14, 2018 in anal

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