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“Oh thank you,” I said, slipping a twenty into the bellboy’s hand. He smiled and nodded, leaving my single small bag next to the door. He noiselessly slipped out of the room and closed the door behind me. I scanned over my room. Just a basic hotel room with a king-sized bed and a large screen television. I’d thought that since my company was sending me to Vegas, that I’d be getting a suite or something. Not that I was complaining mind you, it just wasn’t what I’d been expecting. No, I was more than satisfied with a nice room in a luxury hotel (it was the Mirage in fact).



I picked up my bag and carried it over to the desk. As I moved I heard about two dozen quarters jingling around inside of it. I sighed and shook my head. As soon as I told anyone back home that I had to go to Vegas, they immediately produced a quarter and told me to play it for them.



“I am only going for one night, and I have a meeting,” I would explain every time.



“Oh Alice, the meeting won’t take long, and I just want you to drop this quarter for me,” they would respond every time. And, because I could never say ‘no’ to anyone in my town who asked a favor, I took the quarter, wrote their initials on it, and placed it in my bag. I had so much, I’d actually complained to my husband about it that very morning, before I drove to Omaha to catch my flight.



“I didn’t even plan on going into the Casino, I don’t want to play these quarters,” I explained to him as we both sat in bed after the alarm went off. He’d laughed and shook his head.



“You are the only person on earth who goes to Vegas and doesn’t want to gamble,” he said incredulously.



“I have to go, for work,” I explained, getting out of bed and walking to the shower.



“So what are you going to do after your meeting? Heck your flight back doesn’t leave til noon tomorrow anyway,” he said and I disrobed and hopped in the shower. How could I possibly respond to that question? When I got out of the shower my husband was gone, but there was a new quarter sitting on top of my bag with my husband’s initials scrawled onto it. I’d sighed and put it in with the rest.



The fact was, despite all my protests to my neighbors and my husband, I knew that I would have time to gamble if I wanted to. In fact, the meeting was very brief. I arrived in Vegas at 10:00 a.m. local time and my meeting was already finished at 1:30 p.m. (we’d met at the airport). In fact, my employer had originally suggested that I fly in and out on the same day. I’d had to almost beg to get one night in town. Luckily, I worked for a big multi-national corporation and my boss lived in New York, no one in my little town had any idea that I’d actually asked for more time in Vegas. Now it was 2:30 p.m. and I had almost a day just for me.



So I didn’t want to gamble and I didn’t want people to think I wanted to be in Vegas. I guess my behavior is a little bit confusing. I guess I should explain. To look at me, you’d think I was a pretty normal mom from small-town Nebraska. I am 5’4 and around 135lbs (staying in shape is very important to me, as I work for a health-food company). I have blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have white teeth, a big smile, and a small nose. I also have the sort of farm-girl build with large breasts and a sort of voluptuousness (small waist, big hips, kind of big thighs) that you sort of associate with girls who drive pick-up trucks, wear flannel shirts with the bottom synched together, and listen to country music. Even at 33, with a 13 year old son and an 8 year old daughter, that was the sort of persona I had. Country-girl. I’ve always looked the part of where I come from.



I’ve also lived the sort of life I was supposed to live for a rural girl from America’s Corn Belt. I grew up in a small town, my father worked for ConAgra and my mom was a lunch lady at my elementary school. I was a cheerleader in high school when the biggest event in town was football on a Friday night. I got married right after graduation to a boy I’d known since birth, got a job at the same time as my husband, and began having children. It a few years I settled into a life that was largely the same as the life my mother had and the life her mother had. And in general, in life I was happy. It was a simple, good life.



But while outwardly my entire life had been so conventional and even boring, I had always known that I was different. Growing up, I could always remember find my girlfriends attractive, never having any interest in boys beyond friendship. In high school, I looked at the other girls on the cheerleading squad, ignoring the boys on the football team. I only went out on a date with my husband because a girl I had a crush on set us up so she could have a double date with her boyfriend and I would do anything for her. My husband is a nice man and one of the very best friends I could ever ask for. He was a fantastic father and fun to be around. But I’ve never felt romantic love for him, I married him because he treated me nicely and didn’t pressure me for sex as much as other guys. Not that, once we got married, I didn’t enjoy when we occasionally had sex. It wasn’t bad, but I knew it would be better, better if it was with a woman.



Listen, I know that for some of you this might sound strange. I am only 33, I grew up in a generation where non-traditional sexuality first started to become acceptable, even mainstream. And maybe that is true if you live in New York or Los Angeles. But in small town Nebraska, when I was 18 or even now, big girls who played softball were called dykes and the place for pretty girls who liked other girls was firmly in the closet. Adam and Eve, and all that other cultural baggage. I couldn’t imagine what would happen in my life if anyone knew about my desires. All my friends, my family, everything would be lost. I felt the weight of that possible loss for as long as I could remember.



So from the time I became sexually aware in middle school until around the time my daughter was born, I just sort of ignored that part of my existence. But years piled on years, and I don’t know if I can explain how I felt. It was like I was holding back a very important part of myself and I was always afraid that it was going to pop up somewhere. The longer I repressed my feelings, the more intense they became, like they were building. So while in high school I thought about holding hands with a girl, I eventually thought about kissing them, then having sex with them. Still later I started to watch lesbian porn on the internet, and finally I started having extremely kinky fantasies about women. The evolution of this repressed desire was so gradual that I didn’t even know it was growing more intense and uncontrollable until my husband almost caught me masturbating to a video of two women pissing on one another.



That near miss, and the sudden realization of how much I’d been holding back over the years, led me to believe that something in my life needed to change. I couldn’t go on like that. It wasn’t healthy to hold back and it wouldn’t be good for my family if I couldn’t control my increasingly bizarre fantasy life. I can’t say that I had a real, fully formed plan in my mind, but I must’ve known deep in my soul the rough outlines of a scheme. The plan was pretty simple, every time I had an urge to watch porn or retreat into a fantasy, I would put a little bit of money aside. That way, instead of doing something possibly destructive, I would be saving up for something. And I promised it would be something just for me, so that it would be a reward. I had an account that was separate from my husband’s account. Before I’d rarely used it, but over the years it had really started to grow as I dumped more and more money into it to appease my sexual desires. Until one day, I learned that I was going to Vegas, begged to stay overnight, and retrieved my $4,156.92 from the bank (leaving just enough to keep it open) and took it with me.



But like I said, I had no interest in gambling. To this day, I really don’t know what I actively told myself I was going to do with the money. I know I wasn’t honest with myself. Maybe I said something like, “I will go see a show” or “get a good meal just for me.” But I knew it would not cost four grand to do that. But I’d locked all of my repression up in the bank and now I was going to spend it on something.



When I fished putting away my bag and was certain that the bellboy was a long way down the hall, I knew that a moment I had been waiting for my entire life was about to unfold. Though not consciously. For a moment I stood in my hotel room, my body almost vibrating with excitement. I felt real sexual excitement for the first time in a long time, and I was just alone in my room. The reasons for that excitement was a sort of known mystery to me. I didn’t acknowledge what caused it, but I knew what it was all the same. After that, I didn’t so much will my body to move as it just acted. I moved over to the night-table next to the bed and opened drawer. My heart was pounding so hard that it made me feel short of breath, but I didn’t stop. I grabbed the phone book and quickly flipped through the pages.



If you’d asked me exactly what I was looking for I would’ve looked at you like you had three heads. I wasn’t looking for anything consciously, my sexuality had taken over. Whatever it wanted, it got. And in a few moments I was in the “E” section of the phone book, looking at a dizzying array of advertisements. I flipped around for a bit, confused and overwhelmed. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the hotel phone and dialed a number. It rang twice and then someone answered.



“Hello?” a man’s voice, heavily accented, said non-committally.



“Umm…Hi,” I said, suddenly my mind had to keep up with my body and I was nervous and embarrassed. For a second there was silence on the phone line, “Umm… is this…” I said, looking down at the ad to see the name of the place I’d called, “Eastern Surprises?”



“Yes,” the voice said impatiently, “how can I help you ma’am?” Once again I froze, I heard the man cough impatiently. I realized that if he hung up now, I might lose my nerve. I had to talk, quickly.



“Yes, I would like to hire an escort for the evening,” I said in one breath.



“Okay,” the man said, clearly happy that I got to the point, “Eastern Surprises merely arranges for you to meet the t-girl of your dreams and you must pay her for her company. Eastern Surprises stresses that we merely arrange meetings and make no specific warranties as to what will occur on your date. Any activities that you and your date engage in will be your concern, do you understand?” He said this very quickly and in a monotone voice. I almost didn’t catch it all.



“Yes… yes I understand.”



“Do you have any preferences with respect to the t-girl we send?” he said. For the second time, he used that term, “t-girl.” I’d never heard it before. Of course, I’d never called an escort service either. Maybe that was some sort of legal term to avoid calling them call girls or something.



“Umm… just a pretty girl,” I said nervously.



“Eastern Surprises guarantees the most beautiful t-girls from all over the orient,” the man explained. Eastern Surprises, of course they would be Asian girls, I suddenly thought. I looked down at the ad and saw a beautiful Asian girl biting her own finger. I felt a chill run down my back. It hadn’t been intentional but I was excited by the exotic nature of an Asian escort.



“Oh,” I said.



“If you have no other preferences…” the man started.



“No wait, actually…” I said, suddenly realizing one thing that may have come up, “I planned on using…toys. Is that okay?” I said, I blushed while I said and felt ridiculous for doing so. This guy worked at an escort service, he certainly heard and saw more scandalous stuff every day. But for me it was pretty mortifying to talk about.



“You want the girl to bring toys, or you have your own? What are you saying?” he asked and I blushed harder. I wondered if maybe I’d said too much that would make them think I was a cop or something.



“Oh, my own…” I said. I’d bought many toys over the years. It was the only thing I’d spent money on from my secret account before this trip. I’d bought them online or from catalogues. I had them sent to a special post office box I’d gotten so they wouldn’t go to my house. Then I’d taken them to my office and hid them. I never used them and I never even really thought what I was doing. It was almost mechanical.



“I have a girl… she likes that stuff. She is great, very young, like 20. You will like her. I will send her. You want her tonight, or right now?”



“Oh!” I said, not realizing how close to this I was getting, “Uh, can you give me a couple of hours?”



“Yeah sure, give me your address and I will send her there at…let’s say 6:00, a good time for a dinner date,” he said.



“That sounds great!” I said, more excited that I’d ever been in my life. I can’t describe what it felt like. I was nervous and scared but also so ecstatic that something I’d always dreamed about would be happening. It might not have been my lesbian Cinderella fantasy exactly, but at least I would have a chance to try what I’d always wanted. All thoughts of home and the crushing suppression associated with it flew out of my mind. Even a brief thought about the vows I’d made on the day of my marriage were gone. I’d kept up my share of the bargain, a bargain I didn’t want, for long enough.



I gave him my location and room number and hung up the phone. I rushed down into the casino, found a restaurant, and got an early dinner. It was good, but I barely tasted it, I just kept looking at my watch. When I was finished I ran back up to my room and into the bathroom to take a quick shower and then dry my hair. By the time I stepped out of the shower, it was a quarter to five. I didn’t know what to wear, so I just took the plush white robe hanging in the closet and slipped it on over my naked body.



Then I sat down on the edge of the bed and waited. And waited. And waited. Time seemed to slow down to the point that when I looked at my watch the second hand refused to move. I felt like I’d been waiting hours since my shower and it was only 5:55. But each passing second, no matter how slow, built the tension inside of me. There was a whole swarm of butterflies in my stomach and my limbs felt incredibly sluggish and heavy. My breathing was shallow and I felt light-headed. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this nervous. And still the time crawled on. To 6:00. Then to 6:05. Now my “date” was late. And that made things even worse. I could barely breath I was so anxious. By the time 6:15 rolled around I was starting to tell myself that it was better that she didn’t come. That this was an absolutely crazy and dangerous scheme and that I was lucky to get out of it with my reputation intact. And then there was a gentle knock on the door. And my blood ran cold.



If I wanted to, I could’ve pretended that I was not there, that I was not interested. If it really was a stupid scheme, I could still quit. But I quietly stood up from the bed and walked over to the door. I stumbled a little as I walked, a little nervous and unsure of myself. But I reached the door. Part of me wanted to look out the peephole, but I didn’t know if I would open the door if I did. So I closed my eyes and opened the door.



I took a step back and heard the woman step into my room. I opened my eyes as she closed the door. I almost gasped. She was absolutely gorgeous, one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen in my life. She was short, around 5’2 and quite thin. She had the most gorgeous big, brown eyes I’d ever seen, they were absolute doe eyes. She had long straight black hair and the most delicate features. Her nose was small, slightly upturned. Her teeth were startlingly white, if a little crooked. Her cheek bones were high and her chin was small but pointed. Her skin was naturally a tanned sort of color. She was wearing a skin tight blue dress that was more like a tube of fabric than a garment. It was a very small dress; at the top it exposed an obscene amount of cleavage and at the bottom it barely covered her ass. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra as I could see her nipples poking out proudly. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but quite big for a girl her size. They stood out firmly on her chest, not drooping in the slightest despite her lack of bra. Her legs were thin but beautifully toned and she had the smallest feet I’d ever seen in my life. She was a vision of beauty from a dream I’d never had the luck to have.



“Hello…” she said nervously after a moment. Her voice was lovely, with a hint of an accent. I must’ve been staring at her for a while. My mouth was dry and it was wet between my legs.



“Uh…Alice,” I said, extending my hand.



“Dao,” she said, taking my hand and shaking it. Her hand felt smooth and delicate, her fingers warm.



“That’s a beautiful name. Where is it from?” I said, my words stumbling out. She giggled at my nervousness and patted my hand.



“It is Thai,” she said smiling, “Please try to relax. We are going to have a fun date tonight.” She laughed again, but it was clear she wasn’t teasing. I felt a little better. Thai, how exotic. I figured that I’d gotten to the bottom of the whole ‘t-girl’ this, the ‘t’ must’ve stood for Thai.



“Come sit down,” I said, sweeping my arm across the room. She walked over and sat at the desk, spinning the chair around so that it was facing the bed. Her legs were crossed tightly and she shook her foot slightly and impatiently.



“Let’s talk business, I like to get business out of the way. So we can…get down to business,” she said and then she giggled slightly at her own joke. I laughed too and then felt a little more comfortable. She had an easy air about her, but I guess that was part of her job. I walked over and sat on the bed.



“Okay, well…” not really sure how to proceed. This suddenly felt wrong, to be buying, or at least renting a woman, but again she put me at ease.



“New to this?” she asked, “Well I don’t often work with women, especially not women who are actually very beautiful, so it is a little new to me also.” She said matter-of-factly. I wondered if she really thought I was pretty, but I smiled and blushed anyway.



“How much…?” I asked, deciding to just go for it. She shrugged her shoulders and puffed out her lower lip.



“Depends,” she explained, “On what you want. And how long you want it” I looked at this beautiful woman sitting in the chair next to me. I had saved for years and this was my first opportunity I’d had. It might not ever come again.



“I have $4,156.92, what can I get for that?” I asked. I knew that it was a dumb negotiating tactic, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be done with the business as well. A broad smile crossed Dao’s face and she nodded at me slowly.



“For that, I will spend the night here if you’d like,” she said, “And you can have whatever you want.” She said in a sultry voice. She licked her lips a little bit. I felt my heart flutter and my skin flushed. What else could I have asked for? This was everything I’d ever dreamed of, from the first little inkling of a desire to kiss a girl, through my awkward attempts to be close to girls I liked in high school, up to the desperate and shame-filled experiences masturbating in the basement office of my home while my husband watched television upstairs, this is what I’d dreamed of.



“Umm…” I said, there was just too much. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted, because I wanted everything. Dao, ever understanding, stood up from the chair and smoothed her dress out. She walked over, sort of slinking towards me on the bed.



“Alice,” she said in an incredibly delicate and sexy voice, “Do you want me to start? Would that make it easier?” I couldn’t speak. My throat made a dry clicking sound and I nodded my head. Dao slinked towards me on. I looked up at her as she stopped just before she touched my knees. She had a devilish grin and her nipples were almost cutting through her sheer dress. I felt myself getting wetter just looking at her.

She gently reached down into my lap and grabbed the loose knot that held my robe together. As she leaned forward I could smell her floral perfume and the vaguest hint of arousal underneath. She pulled on the knot, breaking it loose. Then she grabbed the robe and pulled it open wide in one florid movement.



“Oh baby, you are so sexy!” she said and her voice sounded completely sincere, “You have such big breasts! I love a girl with big breasts!” I looked down at my body, analyzing my large white breast, my wide but short pink nipples, my flat tummy, the small patch of well-kempt blonde hair between my legs, and the tight red gash of my pussy. I have a somewhat big clitoris, maybe quarter of an inch long, and it was wet and my pussy was dripping. Dao breathed in deeply like she was trying to absorb my arousal.



“You need this pretty bad don’t you baby?” she asked smiling. Again, I couldn’t speak, only nod my head. She clucked and then reached forward, placing her hands on my knees. Her palms felt almost hot on my skin as she slowly spread my legs apart. I could smell my own arousal as she did so and I felt excited. She moved her hands off my knees but I kept my legs wide apart. Was this really happening? Had I really woken up in bed with my husband just a few hours before? This did not seem possible. But I was putty in her hand.



Dao reached forward again and placed one hand on each of my breasts. Instantly, any thoughts about anything else were chased from my mind. I looked up at Dao, and admired the way her elegant neck sloped up to her beautiful face. And then her hands began to move on my breasts. I’d never felt anything so electric. Her fingers moved gently over my nipples. Her fingers squeezed my breasts, sinking into my flesh.



“Oh you are so sexy baby,” she cooed in a baby doll voice. Then she shoved me. I flopped backwards onto the bed. I was surprised and let out a little yelp. I looked down between my breasts and saw Dao slowly kneeling down between my legs. I was frozen. Her hands came up and started to rub gently on the insides of my thighs. I moaned quietly, but kept my eyes on her. Her delicate fingers felt heavenly against my bare skin, but I wanted more. She turned towards one of my legs and kissed it gently, just on the inside of my thigh. It felt like cold fire and I arched my back. Instinctively, one of my hands shot up to my breast. I kneaded at my flesh and pinched my nipples, trying desperately for relief while she peppered my inner thighs with kisses and gently licks. Finally, she moved her head back. She kept rubbing my thighs with her hands, but she looked at me.



“Oh God!” I moaned, writhing on the bed. I wanted to reach my hands between my legs, give myself some relief. I felt like this had been building inside of me for years, I needed a release.



“Alice, baby, if you want something, just ask for it. Whatever you want is just a request away,” Dao said and then bit her lip. I shook all over. Here it was, an opportunity to say something I’d always wanted to say to a woman.



“Oh God, Dao, eat me! Eat my pussy baby,” I groaned. Dao smiled and didn’t speak. But she lowered herself down so that her head was between my legs again. I felt her hair brush the insides of my thighs and then I felt her breath on the wetness between my legs. I looked down, between my breasts and just saw her beautiful, innocent doe eyes looking up at me, her long beautiful hair. She smiled with her eyes and then her mouth dropped down on top of my pussy.



I bolt of lightning shot through my body. I went completely rigid. I felt her wet little tongue slide over my hard, dripping clit and I squealed. I felt her swirl her tongue around the clit, sucking up my juices. She continued to rub my thighs with her hands and her hair continued to drape over my body. I kept playing with my breasts, feeling the tension rise. But most of my thoughts were on Dao’s dainty tongue as it gently but forcefully played with my clit. It felt so soft, her lips so smooth. I was in love with her mouth, I wanted it on me forever. My husband had never made me feel like this. Dao hummed a little, sending intense vibrations throughout my body and especially my clit.



I was too close at that point. There was nothing to hold me back. As Dao hummed, her tongue lapped teasingly on my clitoris. The tension inside of me raised to the highest level I’d ever experienced. I squeezed so hard on my breast that I felt like I was going to break the skin. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly. And then, suddenly, the tension released and every muscle, every nerve, in body went completely blind with pleasure and sensation. The orgasm tore through my body, spreading like an advancing army to every inch of my being. And then I collapsed, loose and relaxed, onto the bed. Panting.



I lay for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts. The only thing I could think was that I’d finally done it. I’d finally had sex with a woman, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be. So much different that my husband, so much more natural. After a while, I was able to get myself under control. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at the end of the bed where Dao was looking up at me. She was smiling and her face was shimmering with my juices and her saliva.



“That was incredible,” I said, able to talk to her better now.



“I am glad I pleased you,” she giggled, “You seem more relaxed.”



“I want you to feel relaxed too,” I said, realizing that I was still incredibly horny, even if I had just cum, “Why don’t you take off your clothes?”



“I was hoping you would say that!” Dao said, and then she stood up. She took a couple of steps away from the bed so I could get a better look. Her figure looked so delectable in her tight dress, I couldn’t wait to see her naked. She grabbed a little bit of the fabric around her waist and started to pull down on the dress. She shimmied her hips in a sexy way while she tried to pull down the skin tight dress. Finally, her breasts popped free in one motion.



“Oh baby,” I said, not even realizing I was going to speak. She giggled.



“You like?” she asked, reaching down and grabbing one of her taut breasts. They weren’t very big, but on her body they looked huge. Her skin looked tight and she had small brown nipples that pointed up. They were so perky! She bent her head down and lifted up the breast. She licked her nipple once and I felt my heart flip.



But then she released her breast and found the zipper on the side of her dress. She unzipped slowly, keep her eyes on me as she did. Her gaze was mesmerizing. After unzipping, she shimmied her hips some more, slowly working her dress down her body. Soon I saw her ribs, and her little bellybutton with a sexy ring in it, and I saw the gentle slope of her waist followed by the feminine curve of her hips. One more tug and saw a small patch of closely trimmed black pubic hair. My heart was beating in my throat, my eyes glued to her midsection. She gave one last tug and the dress worked over her feminine hips and pulled on the ground. Now she was completely naked revealing a beautiful woman’s body with…a dick?



I shook my head in disbelief. Was this some sort of trick my mind was playing? Something punishing me for cheating on my husband? I closed my eyes for two seconds then opened them again. Dao was looking at me, her hands on her hips, one of her knees bent in the most feminine pose possible. But still, between her legs, was a soft little cock.



“Do you like me?” she asked me, “Do I look good?” I opened my mouth and just sputtered. What was going on here? What was she? She’d already eaten me out… what did that mean?



“I…” I started.



“The dress is very tight baby and I had it tucked tight between my legs. Don’t think it isn’t hard because I don’t find you sexy. You are incredibly sexy. Look, it is getting hard already,” she said. I looked down at her cock and sure enough it was slowly rising between her legs!



“You have a dick!” I finally managed to say. Dao laughed, not just a little giggle but a full out laugh. She flopped back into the desk chair, throwing one leg haphazardly over the armrest. Her cock stood out completely erect now. It was about five inches long, a little smaller than my husbands. It was so completely incongruous! It did not belong on such a beautiful girl’s body. I kept staring at it. Finally, Dao looked into my face. She must’ve have seen my confusion.



“Baby what is wrong?” she asked, looking down at her cock, “Is something wrong with it?”



“You have a dick?” I asked this time. She furrowed her brow but kept looking at me.



“Honey, I am confused. Of course I have a dick,” Dao said, she kept looking at me like I was the one who was not quite right.



“But I…?” I started.



“You hired an escort from Eastern Surprises T-Girl Escorts,” Dao said. I nodded my head.



“Yes, girl…” I said, feeling more confused than ever. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body. She was so beautiful, so feminine. Everything that I wanted. But how could that be, with this…cock?



“T-girl,” Dao said and reached down between her legs and shook her cock once, “You know, T-girl! T, Transsexual honey.” I felt my cheeks blush bright red. I’d been so nervous about calling I hadn’t even bothered to think about who I was calling or what I was ordering. I’d ordered a transsexual prostitute! But what a transsexual prostitute! I always thought transsexual meant a big hulking man in a skirt. What was this?



“Oh my god!” I said putting my hand over my mouth.



“You didn’t know what t-girl means?” Dao asked and then laughed again when I shook my head, “Oh my goodness honey. That is so funny. You just wanted a regular girl and called the wrong number! I can’t believe that happened!” I blushed heavily.



“Oh my god,” I said again, more quietly.



“That’s okay Alice, I am just as good as a genetic girl, I can be even more fun,” She was still smiling but she looked at the shock on my face. And now it was her turn to blush a little, she even got quieter, “Unless, you don’t want me because of this,” she said, pointing to her cock. I didn’t say anything. Suddenly, Dao looked embarrassed. She started to talk faster, “I understand, sometimes you want what you want. Believe me I know, you don’t get a body like mine if you don’t take what you want. We can square this up, just a little money for my time. I can even know a girl I can recommend, a…real girl.” The more she talked the more uncomfortable she seemed to become. Seeing how…weirded out… I was, she just got very uncomfortable. She moved her hands to cover her cock.



And then my eyes were drawn away from Dao’s dick and up towards her beautiful doe eyes. And she was the same beautiful girl as she had been before. The same delicate features, the same feminine beauty. As so what if she had a cock? Who was I to judge her on that? How would that make me any different than the people back at home? The people who made sure that I knew that my sexual desires were wrong and bad. And hadn’t I gotten into some very strange things while I was in my porn faze? If nothing else, this was just the newest and most interesting kink I’d ever discovered.



Most importantly, I didn’t want to have sex with a vagina, I wanted to have sex with a woman. And everything about Dao so far; from her touch, her laugh, the way she made love, the way she looked; convinced me she was a woman. A special woman. I felt the smile returning to my lips. I felt my body again, outside of my brain, and it was still very much aroused. It knew what I what I could not reason around.



“So you are more fun than a genetic girl?” I asked coyly. Her eyes shot up and she looked at me. Slowly a smile reappeared on her face.



“You don’t mind…?” she asked, moving her hands away from her cock. I looked at it again. I was less surprised now and I really looked at it. I smiled. If a girl ever had a cock, it would look like Dao’s cock. It was smooth where a man’s would be veiny, pink where a man’s would be white or brown, and delicate where a man’s would be bulgy. Even her small, shaved balls looked somehow feminine. No, I didn’t think I would mind. I shook my head. Dao beamed and there was no doubt in my mind, based on the way she looked when she smiled, that Dao was the girl I wanted to sleep with.



“Oh Alice, I don’t think you will regret this. I promise we will have more fun,” Then suddenly her eyes got even wider and she clapped, “I know what you will like,” Dao said, “Bobby told me that you said you had toys?” she asked devilishly. My eyes flittered over to my bag. Dao followed my gaze and saw the bag. She walked over to it and opened it up.



“They are in the plastic bag in the third compartment,” I almost whispered. I heard Dao shuffling through the bag, dropping various toys down onto the floor. While she did this I slipped the rest of the way out of my robe and threw it on the floor. Now we were both completely naked. Finally, Dao pulled an object out of my bag. She was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as she held it up to me. It was my strap-on dildo. It was supposed to fit tightly and the cock on the end of it was about eight inches long and very thick.



“See, sometimes you want to pretend you are like me,” she said, putting the fake cock next to her own. I’d never really thought of that, when I’d fantasized about strapping on that cock and sliding it into a woman. But I found it sexy now. But what did Dao have in mind?



“Yes, but how can we use that?” I asked. We had already discovered that Dao did not, in fact, have a pussy.



“There’s more than one way to fuck a girl,” Dao said, handing me the strap-on. I didn’t really know what she had in mind, but I quickly stood up and started to fiddle with the strap-on. I didn’t really know how it worked, but in a few moments, I had it attached correctly. I looked down at myself and smiled, I DID look like Dao now. I shook my hips a bit and giggled as the cock flopped around. Now I was ready to fuck.



I looked over to where Dao was standing, but she had moved. Dao was now laying on the bed, near the edge. Her legs were spread wide and she rolled back a little. Her hard cock was pressed into her belly and her little brown asshole was poking up into the air.



“Oh!” I said, getting kind of excited. Of course! How had I not thought of fucking this girl in the ass with my strap-on? What did I think she did with her male clients? I could see the pre-cum dripping onto her stomach from her cock. I knew she wanted it bad. My husband had occasionally asked for anal play, but I’d never even seriously considered it. Now, all riled up and pushing boundaries I didn’t even know existed, I was ready. Plus, in this scenario, I would be doing the fucking rather than getting fucked.



“Where is your lube sexy? I need you to fuck my asshole,” Dao growled. Suddenly, my face fell. I hadn’t thought of that. I’d been expecting to fuck a girl. I didn’t bring lube, I’d planned on getting her wet.



“I don’t have any,” I said dejectedly. Dao’s face fell a little, “But there is more than one way to lube an ass. Roll over,” I said, suddenly coming up with a dirty and exciting alternative. She got an excited look and then quickly rolled over onto her belly. She got up on her hands and knees, she clearly knew what I had in mind.



I looked at Dao’s little brown asshole. It was completely bare of hair and looked like her lips, puckered up for a kiss. I could smell her arousal. I saw a little line running from her asshole and the down to her balls. Her hard cock hung down from her body. I know what a man would look like, naked, on his hands and knees. This was not it. She looked so sexy! Her ass was so full, like a big heart, and smooth and her legs so thin. She looked perfect. She made me want to do something I’d never even considered before.



I put my hands on Dao’s ass cheek, slapping them down onto her. She moaned a little and the groaned louder while I started to squeeze her flesh. I liked the way her ass felt in my hand, just like I’d always imagined a girl’s ass to feel: toned, smooth, and fleshy. I shook her ass cheeks back and forth, letting them slap a little in the middle. She giggled when I did it.



Now I was ready to go the last step. I bet forward, breathing in the smell of Dao’s arousal. I saw my hair brush her taut skin and she shivered. I closed my eyes. I felt my faces touch the skin of her ass, so smooth against my own. And in a moment, my lips, pursed in a delicate kiss, pressed against her asshole.



“Oh fuck!” Dao moaned. I felt the crinkled ridges of her asshole against my lips. I needed to taste it. I opened my mouth, touching her asshole gingerly with my tongue. She shook all over as I did it. Her taste was not what I expected. Not dirty or gross, just earthy and salty. I splayed my tongue out farther. I’d imagined eating pussy for most of my life, wanting it so badly. I knew what I wanted to do here, and I didn’t care that it was an asshole. In fact, I might have liked it more. I lapped at Dao’s asshole, coating the entire area in my glistening spit. I adored the way the ridges of asshole felt against my tongue, the taste of her body. It was intoxicating.



As my mouth opened closed, my chin began to rub against Dao’s scrotum. Her skin was smooth and I kind of liked the way they bounced off my chin. I kept lapping at Dao’s asshole but at the same time I reached up between her legs, feeling for her cock. My fingernails brushed against her scrotum, I felt Dao jump a bit but then she sort of cooed happily. I moved my hands over her balls, feeling them carefully. I moved my fingertips over her shaft. Her cock felt silky and hard at the same time. It was smoother than my husband’s, so much girlier. Dao moaned loudly as I squeezed once more on the tip of her cock, then let my hand slide down her shaft.



Finally, I gave her asshole one deeper lick and then I was done. This was more intense that before, not just lapping at the outside, but making my tongue hard, pushing it into her asshole. I coated her insides with my saliva, even spitting inside of her, making sure that she was nice and wet.



“Roll back over baby,” I demanded. Dao squealed with excitement and then rolled over onto her back again, pulling her legs up to her chest and exposing her asshole, which was now glistening with my spit. I looked down at my big plastic cock. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers stuck to it slightly, new rubber. I realized that I wasn’t ready yet. I climbed up onto the bed and climbed forward on my knees.



“What are you doing sexy?” Dao asked in her hooker voice, but then, more playfully, “You look so cute with that big dick bouncing along with your big cock!” I smiled shook the hair out of my face. I crawled forward until I got up next to face.



“It needs to be wetter,” I explained.



“I am good at that,” Dao said. She reached around me putting her hands on my ass and pulling me in towards her face. The dildo was just an inch from her face and she reached out and grabbed it gingerly. She started to suck on the tip. She looked so beautiful with the rubber cock in her mouth. For a moment I just watched her, the way she daintily played with it. She stuck her tongue out and bounced the cock. That made me want more.



I pushed the cock harder into her mouth and opened wider. I started to move my hips faster. She took the big plastic cock like a pro. I suppose because she was one. She just opened her throat and let me shove the big dildo down it. I couldn’t believe how deep she was able to take the cock. Her eyes watered and she choked. But she got all 8 inches of hard cock into her throat. Finally I pulled it out her throat. She brought one hand up and spit thick, vicious saliva into her hand. She looked at me, her eyes red, while she stroked the spit onto the dildo. It was now slick with spit, just like her asshole.

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