The blonde who has something off about her
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Current revision as of 06:20, 14 August 2021
You’re not sure what it is about her that draws you to her, but you’ve got to take this blonde girl. Maybe it’s the butch appearance; her short shaggy hair is attractive and her tank top is somewhat tight. Something about her just seems masculine, aside from her tomboyish attire and her almost androgynous body.
Whatever it is, it’s making your pussy wet and you draw her in by licking your lips in her direction. She watches intently but doesn’t approach you, or even fidget like she might. She’s teasing you by doing nothing and it’s driving you crazy. You didn’t even know it was possible to tease by just standing still.
After both your pants and leggings are drenched and you’re already on the verge of orgasm, the blonde finally struts out of the crowd with the most mischievous grin you’ve ever seen and leans in to look you in the eye.
“Well, looks like I’ve caught myself quite the slut. I could tell you’d want me bad, but Jesus, look at you. It’s like the slightest touch and...”
She smacks your pussy hard and grabs hold like a vice, causing you to scream against the wall as the orgasm you were staving off explodes at her grip. You stand against the wall, shaking like there’s an earthquake, and squirting for a full minute, before she releases her grip and you slump down, finally able to breathe.
“...that happens. Why don’t we go somewhere more private where we can make some real love?”
The way that she says it, it’s almost like she’s a man, but with how close you are to her you can definitely tell she’s a woman. You thought you saw a bulge in between in her pants, but you think that’s because of the fatigue from your orgasm. You look up at her when she asks this and shake your head like a bobble-head.
With that, she wraps her arm around you and takes you to her car, an old pickup truck, and drives off to the far side of town. It’s a grimy, shabby place with people from all walks of life and all colors of skin. Most of them don’t look too friendly, or at least not sociable, and you pace by all kinds of people either brawling or banging each other, not all of them consensually. It looks like the kind of place that would foster such a dominant woman. That or a bimbo.
“Don’t you just love it?” she jests, sarcasm seething in the air. “The thugs are brawling, the whores are fucking, and smell of dirt and blood is suitably dingy. In spite of that, I still manage to... slum it!”
You simultaneously love and hate her sense of humor.
“Everyone’s a critic.”
Her voice is gruff but still definitely effeminate. There’s no way she’s a man, unless she was a woman and transitioned. While you're pondering that, some idiot flashes you his cock and starts pissing all over the place.
“What the fuck is wrong with people here?” you ask yourself, not realizing it was out loud until your client responds.
“By god, she speaks! Alright ‘Lady Dracula,’ you got a real name?”
“Emily.”
“That’s it?” she asks puzzled. “Not ‘Lilith,’ or ‘Ophelia,’ or something?”
“No.” She’s starting to get annoying, but that goddamn mysterious thing about her keeps you needing to fuck her.
“Alright Emily, name's Jordyn, and before we get to it, I just wanted to warn you, I can be a little rough,” she says as the truck stops in front of a rundown apartment.
“That’s fine by me. I always ask take the rough ones anyway,” you blurt out nervously.
That thing about her is messing with your ability to concentrate.
“You OK? You seem tense for someone who likes a hardcore pounding.”
“Look, you’re throwing me off and I’m trying to get my cherry popped! OK?”
Quite an icebreaker. She looks at you a little taken aback. Just as you are about to apologize for killing the mood, she places a hand on your shoulder and comforts you.
“Hey, don’t be so concerned. It’s a big thing, and... Look if you don’t want to do it, I’ll let you go.”
“No, no no! I want this! For sure! It’s just, you know...”
“Yeah, yeah...”
She’s looking a little nervous too. Guess your lack of sexual history threw her off.
“Look, you’re paying me to fuck you and I need to lose this hymen. So you’re going to drag me up to your room, throw me to the ground, or bed, or whatever, and fuck me like... well, a whore.”
Your little speech reinvigorates her enough to slam her lips against you right there and fuck your tongue hard. You sit there for a full minute, your pussy dampening the entire time, until she pulls back and and looks at you with that grin she had when she first approached you.
“Than get in there and get ready for your fucking, bitch!”
With that you rush out of the truck and into the building to find that it’s empty. You guess she’s the only one in this place. Once you get to the bedroom, you quickly rip off your clothes and turn to see Jordyn in the door to the bedroom, without her top on.
“Now, you watch me. I’ve got a surprise you need to see this way.”
The sensual tone of her voice turns you on more as you stare at her body with lust. She slowly slips off her pants to reveal she’s wearing nothing underneath, but that’s not all. She’s got a penis! You knew there was something about her and you just keep staring at it with confusion and desire.
“Yep. I’ve had both sets of parts ever since I was born. Some would say I’m a freak, which I am, but I like it. Makes me unique.”
She utters those last words with a lust that gets your pussy drooling.
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