York (the old one, not the New…)

Sat alone at the bar, I stared forlornly into the bottom of my glass, rejection slowly sinking through my chest to the pit of my stomach. The party sounded like it was entering the cheerfully raucous phase in the private room upstairs, and I thought I could detect my girlfriend’s – correction, ex-girlfriend’s – laugh amongst the depressingly merry hubbub.

“Hey?”

I turned at the bright voice.

“You’re Mark, aren’t you?”

Incredibly pale skin, five foot six with chestnut hair styled in a medium-length bob. Tiny, adorable tits ingeniously concealed by a strappy red halter top, and long bare legs – sexy legs – topped and tailed with a short black and red tartan skirt and black 3” block heels.

Hot as hell – wonder what she wants with me?

“Yeah, that’s me. What gave it away?”

“You were pointed out to me.”

“Oh? And you are…?”

Something was nagging at the back of my mind. I felt as if I should know this girl.

 “Mackie.”

“Mackie?”

“It’s short for Mackenzie. But everyone calls me Mackie. Unless they want a punch in the face.” She smiled to take the sting out of her words.

“Oh, okay. Well, I could really do without being punched in the face right now, so hi, Mackie.”

“Salut, Mark.”

Internally, I sighed. I had no idea why this amazingly attractive girl had approached me, but it was probably just mistaken identity. I probably had another thirty seconds before she realised her mistake and left.

Mackie was clearly waiting for me to engage in a little more conversation, and I realised I wasn’t being very polite. But it had been a really shitty evening, and I wasn’t feeling very sociable.

She was incredibly pretty, though…

Come on, Mark – make a bit more of an effort!

“And, um, why was I pointed out to you?”

She hesitated for a moment, for the first time appearing a little unsure of herself. “Look, I don’t want to intrude or anything, but I was talking to a friend – the one who pointed you out to me – and it looks like we might be having the same crappy evening.”

I straightened up a little and stared at her. “The same…?”

“My boyfriend, idiot that he is, decided I wasn’t the one for him and dumped me.”

“Oh.”

Ohh…

Somebody dumped her? She was right – he was an idiot.

Suddenly, I understood. And felt a surge of pity for this outgoing girl who, having just been discarded, was bold enough to approach a loser sap like me.

And I abruptly realised that I was living up to it; I was being a boor.

Maybe we could start again.

I cleared my throat. “Would you like a drink, Mackie?”

She smiled. “That would be nice.”

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She drank Bacardi and Coke, and I had another Laphroig with a splash of water – God knew why people put ice in good whisky – it just made it tasteless, but a little water seemed to enhance the experience somehow.

Not that I was an expert; I just knew what I liked.

We chatted for a few minutes, and I discovered that she was incredibly easy to talk to. So much so that her company, coupled with the whisky, slowly dissolved the crippling knot in my stomach.

And the more we chatted, the more intrigued I became.

Hmm – wonder what she looks like sans vêtements…

“So, if you’re up for it, I thought maybe we could solve our mutually disappointing evenings.”

Her words startled me out of my reverie.

“What? How…?” I eyed her speculatively. The thought that I should know her returned, and I frowned.

“Look, Mackie, I have the strangest feeling – do I know you? Have we met before?”

I reflected. “Which school did you…?” I was a little puzzled and starting to wonder if my recall was playing tricks on me. My thoughts trailed off and became clouded as I searched my memory.

Mackie looked at me silently, not answering. Then she leaned forward and took my chin in her hand, her eyes piercing mine.

“Erase anything you think you might know about me, Mark. Whatever you think you know, I have changed, and I am much more than that.”

Her gaze was powerful, intense – almost hypnotic. Almost subconsciously, I nodded, accepting her words as I decided to simply live in the moment and put any doubts back in their box.

‘Carpe Diem’ and all that – or maybe ‘Fortune favours the bold’ – ah, whatever…

“Okay.”

Relenting her gaze, she retreated and crossed her legs, amusement lighting her face. “So, what do you think, Mark? About making our evening a little less disastrous, I mean?”

She really was beautiful, I thought. There was something about her that was incredibly endearing – vulnerable, even. But was she really asking me to…?

“Um, do you mean what I think you mean?”

She rose from her barstool and leaned over me. I could smell her tantalising scent as she rested one hand on my knee and cupped the back of my head with the other. Her lips were next to my ear.

It was an incredibly intimate moment.

“What do you want it to mean, Mark?” she murmured.

Our faces were so close and my heart began thrumming like hummingbird wings as the tension rocketed. Her breath was sweet, gentle.

Inviting.

I tentatively closed the remaining gap, and her lips met mine. I kissed her and she tasted just like sugar and spice, exactly like they said in the rhyme.

I could feel her tiny breasts through her top, her nipples hard, pressing against me. They sent little electric jolts through the skin on my chest, and I moaned into her mouth.

She broke off.

“If you like,” she breathed, “you can come back to my place.”

I hesitated, all of a sudden confused.

She noticed my indecision, looking almost disappointed.

“Am I going too fast for you?”

“No, not at all. It’s just – unexpected.” And this sort of thing never happened to me. I didn’t get that lucky. “And, to be honest, I can’t believe my luck’s changed this fast,” I admitted.

Mackie gave me a sardonic smile. “Unexpected is good, isn’t it? You’ll find that a lot with me. But if you put your preconceptions to one side, Mark, I think we might both have a very good time. Can you do that?”

She was right. The evening had been looking up ever since she’d made her appearance. Surely, that was good, right? And what was the worst that could happen?

I nodded.

Her answering smile almost lit up the bar as she took my hand and led me out into the street.

She said she lived close by, and she held my arm as we walked the narrow, cobbled streets. A couple of blokes wolf-whistled as we passed, and Mackie giggled and blew them a kiss, and all of a sudden I felt very lucky and gratified that this delightful girl was on my arm.

Her flat was above a confectioner's and we climbed the stairs to her floor, arriving slightly out of breath. We laughed, then kissed again. I stroked her nipple through her top and felt it harden under my touch.

She grabbed my hand. “Let’s get inside,” she whispered intensely.

We tumbled in, and I watched as she bustled about for a minute, turning on lights and searching in cupboards.

Clink, clink.

Things were clicking into place.

“Drink?”

I thought I’d got her worked out now. I couldn’t believe it had taken me this long.

So what are you going to do about it, Mark? I asked myself. I considered it for a second or two, and then shrugged internally. Not a damned thing. Everything is fine and dandy and, as they say, in for a penny, in for a pound. Mackie was right – we could have a very good time.

Okay, so decision made, then?

Yup.

“Um, not really – not unless you’re having one?”

She shot me a knowing grin. “Ha – getting impatient?”

“You’ve got me all hot and bothered, Mackie.”

She sashayed over and draped her arms around my neck. “Straight to the main course, then?”

“Can I ask something first?”

She pouted. “If you must.”

“You mentioned someone pointed me out to you.”

“Yes.”

“Can you tell me who?”

She looked at me steadily. “Yes, okay. It was Claire.”

Oh, Christ, my ex… Why was I not surprised?

“And what exactly did she say about me?”

She leant forward and kissed me again.

“Does it matter?” she breathed.

I thought about it. “I guess not. I’m just a little paranoid.”

“Don’t be. Her loss and all that…”

“Mm. I think you’re trying to distract me – very successfully, I might add.” I was busy cupping and squeezing her buttocks. She wasn’t resisting.

“You got me. But if it’s important to you, I’ll tell you later if you like?”

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure I wanted to know.”

“Maybe I’ll tell you anyway,” she teased.

I moved my hand under her skirt.

Her fingers were suddenly locked around my wrist, stopping me, her gaze intense, penetrating.

“You’ve figured it out, haven’t you, Mark? You know what you’re going to find under there, right?”

“Yes. I – I think so.”

“And are you okay with that?”

I licked my lips. “Yes,” I said hoarsely.

“Hmm, well I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

She let go of my wrist, and my hand continued its exploration.

I encountered her panties, along with an unfamiliar – though not now unexpected – bulge.

I ran my finger along the protuberance under the thin material.

“Mm, that’s nice,” she moaned. “Do you like the feel of that?”

I swallowed. “Yes,” I answered. “Yes, I do. Very much.”

And I realised that my answer was a genuinely honest reflection of the thrill I was now feeling at the intimate touch.

I’d never had my hand on a cock that wasn’t my own before. I recalled some of the looks – some of the smiles I’d noticed that had been thrown in my direction when we’d left the bar together, and suddenly recognised the source of their amusement.

There was something forbidden and almost sacrosanct about this moment. Yet, inexplicably, I realised I was shaking with excitement.

And I was very hard.

Mackie leant up and whispered in my ear. “Let me lead, okay? Trust me, Mark.”

My larynx was doing its bobbing act again. “Okay,” I mumbled.

Then Mackie put her hands on my shoulders and pressed, indicating what she wanted me to do. Nervously, I dropped to my knees.

Oh, sweet Jesus, does she want me to put my lips around her? I thought about it and realised how turned on I was getting. If it was at all possible, I got even harder.

Mackie raised the hem of her tartan skirt, and I was faced with sheer red panties and a clear outline of what loitered just behind the wispy fabric. Christ! Steadying myself with a deep breath, I gently tugged the material down her thighs, freeing her semi-hard jewel from its soft cocoon. She was exquisite. Straight, uncircumcised and hairless.

I looked up at her.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

She looked down at me, her smile impish. “Thank you. Would you like to suck it?” she asked teasingly.

My subconscious took over, and I automatically slid my lips over the enticing head, and she gave a delighted moan as I took her into my mouth.

The resulting sensation was almost deliciously indescribable. Naughty? Racy? Sublime? Forbidden? Erotic?

Yes – all of those, and more!

You’re sucking a cock, Mark! Part of me chided.

And? I thought back.

But you like girls!

She is a girl, stupid! A delightful, gorgeous girl who just happens to have a more diverse set of equipment. And will you kindly shut up, because I’m trying to enjoy myself here, and you’re distracting me!

If you say so…

I do! I don’t know where she’s taking me, but I’m good with it, okay?

Mackie was fully hard now. She wasn’t big – you might say small, even. But I liked that because I could fit her all the way in without struggling. I could get my lips all the way to her stomach, and I could feel her hands on the back of my head, encouraging me.

My eager mouth slid up and down her moistened shaft, enjoying the assault on the senses that her confusing, tantalising aroma was giving me.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Mmm,” I mumbled. It was hard to respond with my mouth so full and busy.

“How about giving my balls a little love and attention?” she encouraged with a soft titter. “I think they’d like that!”

Obeying her invitation, I withdrew my mouth and headed lower, kissing the irresistible little eggs encased in their hairless, alluring sac.

God, this was so hot!

“Mmm, that’s nice!” she mumbled. “I’ve been a good girl recently, and they’re both absolutely chock full at the moment. If you’re a good boy, I might let you have a taste later.”

Did I want that? I wasn’t sure. But I understood she was taking charge of me.

And I liked it.

I wondered what her cum would taste like.

“I think you’ll love it,” she told me as if reading my mind. “But first, I want you to go even lower. Show me how much you want me, Mark.”

I was below her sac now, concentrating on her perineum, licking, kissing, wondering if I dare take the next, final step that I think we both wanted.

Yes, do it! Do it, Mark!

Mackie sighed with such a decadent satisfaction as I allowed my instincts to take over that I thought I might spontaneously explode. “That’s it, Mark – right there! Worship my naughty little hole, Mark. See how much your wicked tongue wants to get inside me!”

I’d never been this intimate with anyone before – certainly not with Claire, my girl – excuse me, ex-girlfriend. I’d wanted to, but she’d never let me.

“God, that’s so fucking good! You’re such a natural at this, Mark! You were so wasted on Claire!”

Halle-fucking-luiah!

Mackie pulled me back up so we were face-to-face. Her eyes gleamed with mischief and she kissed me again, probing my mouth with her hungry tongue, moaning as she tasted herself.

“Now what I really want is to fuck you,” she breathed. Mackie gave a soft laugh as she watched my eyes widen in shock.

“I told you not to make assumptions about me,” she said as she rubbed the bulge in my jeans.

“Would you like that, Mark? Would you like me to fuck you?”

She was playing with me. Teasing me like nothing I’d experienced before, and part of me wanted to refuse on the grounds that I definitely, definitively, wasn’t gay, and therefore it wasn’t right.

But, on the other hand, I couldn’t deny that her words excited me in a way that made me question everything about myself.

No, I wasn’t gay, but the thought of being impaled by her delectable, transsexual shaft aroused me beyond belief.

“Yes,” I said with my face colouring up.

“Yes, what, Mark? Go on – I want to hear you say it.”

“I – I want you to fuck me,” I mumbled, looking down.

“Good boy, Mark – that’s the right answer. Don’t be ashamed – there’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of men want something enticing like this in their ass, and I think you’re going to enjoy it, too.” She looked at me slyly. “I think you like me telling you what to do, too, don’t you?” she added.

“Yes,” I mumbled again.

Yes, I did. I enjoyed her taking charge of me. And, damn it, I’m not ashamed! I’m feeling as awake as I’ve ever felt! And that’s a good thing!

“Take your jeans off and kneel on the bed for me,” she instructed gently.

Macie could see I was still a little hesitant and wrapped her arms around me.

“Come on – you want this, don’t you?

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“I’ll take it slow, and careful. I know it’s your first time. You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed. And it was true. I trusted her – and I think, by this stage, that I belonged to her.

“Good.”

I stripped and, nervously, bent over where she wanted me. Mackie leant around me and stroked my own hard member with her hand, chuckling as I jumped at her touch. Then I felt the fingers of her other hand on my hole, stroking, teasing, lubricating, her movements erotic and knowing.

My breathing was becoming ragged as she played with me, front and back, taking me a notch higher every time I thought I’d reached my limit.

She slid a finger inside me.

I moaned and almost shot my load right then.

She stopped and giggled. ‘Not yet!” she scolded. “You’re very tight,” she announced. “You’ll need to relax a little more before…”

Christ! I was hard as a rock. How could I possibly relax?

Then I heard her slipping a condom on and, for a moment, I was disappointed.

You wanted her to shoot her load in your ass, didn’t you? Wanted her cum deep inside you!

Yes, I admitted to myself.

Then I felt her at my entrance, gently pushing, pushing until she slid past my ring…

“Relax, Mark, relax…”

…and was in me.

“Ohhh…”

She paused for a few seconds, letting me get used to the sensation.

“How does that feel, Mark?”

“Feels good,” I croaked

Surprisingly very fucking good!

“Does it hurt?”

“Um, not really. Just stretches a bit.”

“That’s great.”

She slowly started to slide in and out of me, responding to the little gasps and moans I was making, taking care of me.

Then, when she thought I was ready, she pushed all the way in until her hips grazed my buttocks.

Oh, Christ. Oh, wow!

“I’m going to fuck you now, Mark.”

“Yes, please,” I whimpered.

My breathing accelerated as she began pumping in and out of me with more and more vigour, her thighs slapping my buttocks, both of us grunting with that wanton combination of pleasure and effort that takes you to the brink of rapture.

If you’d told me at the beginning of the evening that I would have a cock in my ass before the clock struck midnight, I’d have choked myself into hysterics.

That I would enjoy it… Well, let’s just say it’s a good job I didn’t take any bets. Certainly not against Mackie…

And she’d definitely got me pegged, for sure…

Oh, how very droll…

“Oh God, Mark – I’m cumming!” she moaned. An arm snaked around my hip and grabbed my own pile-driver, jacking it with deft strokes as she buried herself hard and deep and came with a squeal.

Her phallus pulsed and throbbed deep inside me, and the pressure rose exponentially in my own tormented balls.

Oh, my God, I was going to shoot the biggest load in my paltry history!

But just as I was starting to erupt, she let go and pulled out of me.

Noooo…

“Turn around!” she commanded.

She had the used condom in her hand, fuller than anything I’d ever produced. Full of her unadulterated, creamy nectar.

“Do you still want to taste me?” Her eyes were once more full of mischief.

“Um…”

“Lie on your back!” She ordered, not giving me a chance to respond.

I did as I was told, hoping and praying my balls would soon get the release they so desperately craved.

“Open your mouth,”

I knew exactly what she was going to do, but she had me in the palm of her hand and I opened my mouth obediently as instructed.

She straddled my chest and squeezed the contents out of the rubber sheath, and her warm seed oozed into my mouth, and I tasted her saltiness and exulted in the depravity of the moment, savouring every drop of her wicked essence.

I am yours, I thought.

Mackie smiled down at me. “If you go out with me, you might have my cum in your mouth every single day,” she whispered. “How does that sound to you?”

I think I might have whimpered.

Fuck, what was happening to me?

“Now kiss me.”

And then her lips were on mine, and our tongues were dancing as her cum swirled between us. Her hand was on my cock now, and I was once more approaching the brink as she slowly wanked me towards oblivion.

“Do you want to cum?” she asked wickedly, her clever fingers working their diabolical magic on my steel rod.

“Mm!” I nodded urgently, unable to articulate any actual words.

“Do you know why we are here?” she asked, almost nonchalantly, her fingers continuing to manipulate me, stroking, caressing, teasing me into a frenzy.

I couldn’t answer. At this point, I was just a gooey ball of mush.

“Your girlfriend said we’d probably get on like a house on fire,” she smirked.

What? Now she was telling me. Right at this critical moment?

“Claire told me you were probably submissive and quite possibly bisexual, or even gay.”

What!?

“I think she was right, don’t you?”

“I – I ahhh…”

“There’s nothing wrong with any of that, of course. It’s why I came over to talk to you. I thought we might go well together.”

I just looked up at her, beseeching her to finish me off. I was literally lost for words.

“I thought so. I think the two of us will have a lot of fun, don’t you? I’ll give you exactly what you want – even if you don’t know what that is yet…”

Oh God, oh God, Oh God, what was she doing to me!!!

“I could own you. And if you’re a good boy, I will do this to you, and maybe even allow you to cum when you deserve it.”

I groaned. She already owned me!

“She also said you were very loyal, which is a good thing. Because I would expect loyalty if I were to be your girlfriend.”

Mackie’s last words contained a hint of steel, and her fingers stopped and gripped me hard.

Damn! That was the second time she’d taken me right to the edge.

“So, would you like me to be your girlfriend, Mark?”

“Yes!” I cried, willing her fingers back. “Yes, yes, yes! Please…”

“People will talk, you know that, don’t you?”

Her fingers resumed their fiendish work for the last time, rapidly and finally taking me beyond the point of no return, finishing me with a satisfied flourish.

Mackie laughed as she watched me moan uncontrollably and shoot rope after rope of repressed cum high into the air.

“Oh, look at you!” she cried with delight as huge globs of my hot, white seed pooled on my chest and stomach. Then she leaned down and started to lap it up with gusto.

I could hardly get my breath. Mackie had taken me to a place I never knew existed.

And I realised I wanted more of what she had to offer. So much more…

“Let them talk,” I panted as my new girlfriend gave me another delectable cum-filled kiss.

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