Ok, how do I even go about telling a story such as this?
I had already had a couple beers before going to the club. I wasn’t drunk yet, but certainly buzzed. Got to the club, and it was lackluster at best. The music was typical, but the problem was it was so cliquish. The girls wouldn’t dance with guys for the fact that they were dancing with themselves, and any time a guy honed in on them, they went to their seats. WTF. You go to a club in a skimpy outfit to…NOT get hit on?! That’s like going to an airport with your passport to stand there doing nothing.
So I sat at the bar, grabbed a couple overpriced drinks, and watched the hilarity. One thing I should probably say is when I’m drunk, I become the most chill guy ever. I just don’t get angry, and pretty much anything’s cool with me. This comes into play later.
Then suddenly up came these girls. I guess I’d call them showcase girls. They were certainly there on the club owner’s bill to dance on top of the DJ booth. But one caught my eye in particular. Normally, I wouldn’t even approach one. I mean what the hell are they going to want? They’re doing their jobs, right? Not too many people enjoy getting hit on doing their jobs. But I guess the combination of crappy Chinese and American beers sent me into a long set of invincibility frames, and I went in for it, and started using my badly slurred Chinese to talk to her. I caught with surprise when she spoke English. Even better. So we talked for a little while at the club, didn’t ask her to dance since she was working there and it probably wouldn’t have looked good if she was fraternizing too much. At some point she whispered something in my ear, and due to the WUB WUB of the music and my inebriation, I didn’t quite catch it. Then she asks, “Is that ok?” Me, without even thinking that I should get her to reiterate, just nods, and she smiles profusely. Then the following happens:
Her: You want go somewhere?
Me: Aren’t you working still?
Her: I’m finished.
Me: How about my apartment?
Her: Ok.
My apartment isn’t too far away from the club, so we walked there, her arm hooked around mine. I posted on here in transit.
We got here, and started getting amorous. Things were really hot and heavy, I pulled off her shirt, showing off her rack. She was quick to strip me down and kiss me all along my body. Got her in the bed, and pulled off her skirt. Started feeling down the back of her panties, squeezing her firm ass, her rubbing her hands down my body. Then suddenly she moves back in bed, and pulls down her panties.
Revealing a penis. I somehow brought home a shemale. Please put your seat backs and tray tables in their upright and locked positions.
I was shocked to say the least, and I guess the expression on my face said so, as she got defensive.
Her: You didn’t know?
Me: No.
Her: I told you!
Me: When?
Her: I whispered it at the club!
Me: That’s what you said?!
Her: You didn’t understand so why you say ok?
Me: I don’t know.
Then comes the defining moment, and one I’ll probably live in infamy for for the rest of my life.
Her: So you don’t want to anymore?
My drunken state returns to play. Remember I said that I’m the most chill, laid back person on the face of the earth while under the influence? Also, remember I was already horned up.
Me: I never said that.
She smiles and leans back in, kissing my neck as our penises touch each others’ for the first time. I’m fumbling around now. I’m doing this, but I have no idea what the fuck to do. And for some reason, garden variety sex wasn’t popping into my head. This was new territory. So I asked how we were supposed to go about this. She laughed and asked if I’d never had sex before. I corrected her, just never in this context. So she laughs and says just let her lead it, then grabs my hands, and places them on her cock, then before I had time to process it, shoves her tongue down my mouth.
I forgot I was even apprehensive of the whole thing, and become engrossed in the kiss while fondling her penis. She proceeded to place her hands down in the region too, cupping my balls in her hands, which felt great. We continued this foreplay for a good while, at one point with me sucking on her breasts. Suddenly, she stops me, and says, “Let me lead you again.” She pushed me down on the bed so I’m lying on my back, and begins sucking me off. She tells me to go with it. I wasn’t even thinking, but there’s oral stimulation for me, so I thought it would be best at this point if I reciprocated, so I grabbed her cock and started sucking on it too. I don’t even know what came over me. She certainly gave great head, but yet I don’t think that was the factor, but it was the new situation I now found myself in that made me the horniest I’ve ever been in my life.
We went at this for a good while. I can’t tell you exactly how long, I was drunk, remember? But she suddenly gets off me, and grabs two condoms, and puts one on me, and one on her. She then starts riding me slowly for a few minutes, getting a little faster each time, her breasts and cock jiggling with each thrust. She complimented me on my size. Well, at least I’m bigger than Asians then. (Actually, hers wasn’t miniscule TBH) Then suddenly, she stops! You don’t stop! That hurts a man! But what she did next, I should’ve seen coming when she put the condom on. She then asks me to get up, to which she bends me over and starts pumping my ass with her cock. At first I was fucking shocked as shit. When the initial shock wore off, it felt…amazing. She was thrusting so hard and fast I thought her penis would come out my mouth at one point. Then suddenly, I felt an eruption in my asshole. She came. And within a split second, I felt an eruption in my penis. I came. I didn’t even know this was possible from anal sex. I had even watched the Hangover 2 where they talked about it, and didn’t believe a damn word of it. That’s not possible! Yet it is. We then laid down next to each other, snuggling and caressing each other’s cocks. She said it was amazing for her. Asked if I liked it. I concurred.
She fell asleep shortly after that, and I came to post my shock here, as my laptop was still on in the living room from watching a movie before I went to the club, then shut it down.
I came back in, took my place in bed, and slept.
No, I don’t have pictures. I was too drunk to even operate to find my camera app (my Tapatalk app is on my front screen, before you guys look at this post suspiciously). When I woke up this morning, she was gone, but left a note on my nightstand.
So there you have it. I had sex with a shemale last night. Despite my previous objections, it was great and I have no regrets. I guess that’s it, that’s all I can say about that.
