I pressed the ‘ground' floor button on the elevator and checked my look one last time in the mirror. White button-down shirt, brown leather pants, and brown oxfords… It was a classic, yet contemporary look that the ladies seemed to love.

The rain started to fall again. Sunshine all week long. Then, light drizzle all weekend. Isn't that always the way? It was still ninety degrees even though it was just a little past midnight. The rain also put a hint of humidity in the air which was a change from the dry, desert heat. It was a hot, steamy mid-July night and a perfect summer evening to go out on the hunt.

I stepped out into the night and considered my options. There was a really good local quartet playing at the ‘Blue Note’ inside the Hard Rock just off the strip. It was a Jazz club that always had a nice selection of older, married white women looking for a fun night out away from their husbands.

Another possibility was the ‘Ghostbar’ at the Rio. It was Saturday night which meant the lounge would be filled with young, college coeds from UNLV that were always easy pickings. As appealing as the thought of some good Jazz was, or even a hot, little blonde Sophomore, it just wasn’t what I was in the mood for. I needed something more ‘exotic’ tonight and I was certain I knew where to find it.

It was a short fifteen-minute ride from my strip condo to the ‘Piranha' nightclub on Paradise Road. It was the premier gay nightclub in Las Vegas and I'd always had success there.

I exited the Uber and stepped into the Piranha. I was instantly greeted by the loud, thumping house music that blared through the club's large speakers. I took a moment and let my eyes adjust to the darkness and it gave me an opportunity to check out my surroundings. The club featured at least a dozen large stone columns on each side of the expansive dance floor. There was also hot blue and red lighting that gave the place a fresh and hip vibe. The club was packed with people who were dancing and drinking, which made it difficult to get up to the bar.

The eclectic mix of patrons would be difficult, if not impossible, to describe in a single sentence. The women were dressed in a variety of clothing that ranged from traditional feminine club attire of short dresses and skirts to more of a masculine 'butch' style leather gear. Similarly, the men dressed in every type of fashion imaginable from traditional Dockers and a polo shirt, to very risqué costumes.

While I fought my way through the crowd, I looked at the dance floor and saw two guys grinding on each other. One of them was wearing a lycra Superman outfit complete with a red, thong, bikini bottom and blue half shirt with the classic "S" on the chest that was complete with a red, built-in cape. Admittedly, he was cute, but not my type and definitely not what I was in the mood for this evening.

After a minute or so, I managed to finally get up to the bar and I ordered a Hennessy. I felt quite a few eyes on me as the young white boys sized me up. Twinks… they were the gay answer to the bimbo, blonde cheerleader. They were always fun to watch and I could see them daring each other to approach me and make that first difficult contact. I made sure I didn’t lock eyes with any of them because I didn’t want to give the impression that I was interested, which would result in an awkward rebuke. I knew what I was looking for, it was just a matter of finding it among the little gay white boys and bull dykes.

I sipped my Hennessy and continued to scan the club… watching… waiting…

There she was…

Just as the song ended and the DJ started speaking, the thick herd of revelers began to clear the dance floor and she came into my site. She wasn’t the typical sissy, though. This one looked young, too young to be in a club legally. Truth be told, her age really didn’t matter to me.

She was a white, Emo-rocker type gurl who actually looked more gender fluid. She had blue hair in pigtails, a little gothy medical facemask, fishnet stockings, arm sleeves, a Misfits shirt, a little plaid schoolgirl skirt, and thigh-high black boots. When a sissy wears that type of clothes around a black man, regardless of what she calls herself, she’s one eye-contact away from being his bitch.

She was with a small group of her friends, but she’d be easy enough to cut off from the herd. As fate would have it, they actually came up to the bar, about ten feet away from me, and began ordering drinks. I stood up, took my drink, walked over to her, and sat down at the bar stool next to her that was miraculously empty.

The moment I sat down, she looked over at me and our eyes met.

“Hi Miss, you dropped something,” I said while pointing at the floor.

She looked down and an embarrassed look broke across her face.

“I’m just kidding, you didn’t drop anything, I just wanted to get your name.”

“I’m Matilda,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m Ray… Ray Love... ”

“Your last name is Love?”

“It is and you’re very beautiful… I like your smile.”

“Thank you, what do you want?” She said sternly.

She was playing the tough, little, disaffected Emo gurl, but I could see that gleam in her eyes… She was interested.

“What do I want? Where are you from?”

“Here.”

“Oh… the first little gurl I’ve met who lives in the club.”

She giggled.

“I live in Summerlin.”

“Oh… an entitled, white gurl priss from Summerlin.”

A look of shock broke across her face.

“I’m not like that… It’s not like that…”

I smiled.

"I'm teasing you, little gurl… relax."

She grinned and I could see the look of relief etched on her face.

“So… you’re meeting your boyfriend here?”

“No, I… I… don’t have a boyfriend.”

“No, I know you don’t.”

I paused for a moment.

“That’s not what you want anyway, is it?”

Her lips split into a playful smile.

“You don’t even know me, how can you possibly presume to know what I want?”

“You don’t need a boyfriend, you need a strong black Daddy, don’t you?”

She bit her lip and her face flushed in embarrassment.

“I… I…”

Just then, her friend tapped her shoulder.

“C’mon, Mattie grab your drink, we’re going back to our table.”

She looked at her friend, then back at me. I saw the longing in her eyes, the hunger. I knew she wanted to stay, it was just a question of her giving in to that desire.

I leaned in, put my hand on her thigh, gave it a squeeze, and whispered into her ear.

“Are you going to stay on the porch tonight with the puppies, or run with the wolves?”

She bit her lip again and smiled. I could see the wheels turning.

She turned and whispered something into her friend's ear. I tried not to smile when I witnessed the shocked look on her friends face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes… I am…” Matilda said.

Her friend leaned in and gave her a little hug, then shot me a disapproving look before walking away to join up with the rest of their group.

She turned and gave me an expectant look as if asking… what’s next?

“Finish your drink little gurl, I want to dance.”

Over the next minute or so, we sipped our drinks in silence. For the first time since I started talking to her, there was a real sexual tension between us and it was as if the die had been cast.

“So just how old are you, anyway?”

A dismayed look broke across her face.

“I’m twenty-one.”

I shot her a stern look.

Those Lyin’ Eyes.

“Bullshit… the truth, little gurl.”

She leaned in and whispered in my ear so she couldn’t be overheard.

“I’m eighteen, I have a fake I.D.”

“College or high school?”

“I’m a freshman at UNLV.”

“Aren’t you supposed to say ‘fresh-person,’ or some such shit?”

She giggled.

I liked her smile and she had great eyes.

“How old are you?” She asked shyly.

“Guess.”

Her eyes traveled over me as she sized me up.

“Thirty.”

“Close… twenty-eight.”

She took another sip of her drink, cranberry juice and vodka I surmised. She twirled her long blue hair between her fingers which made my cock twitch.

“What do you do?”

“I work in the IT department at the Bellagio.”

“You have your own place?”

“Yeah, you're going to have to slum it outside of Summerlin tonight.”

She broke into a big smile and touched my chest. A very flirty first move. She looked into my eyes and I knew she wanted me to kiss her, but that was going to be on my terms… little gurl needed to learn her place.

I grabbed her hand.

“C’mon, I wanna dance.”

The club was still packed and it took us a bit to fight our way to dance floor. Once we finally got there, I took her in my arms and pressed her body against mine. We moved together in perfect unison, as one. She had a great sense of rhythm and could really move which I immediately liked. I pulled her in close and rubbed my erect cock against her stomach. I could her moan, even above the thumping house music.

I pushed her away from me, and she raised both of her hands above her head and began to seductively twirl in front of me. For the first time, I was able to inspect her body, up close. She was just a little lanky, and I guessed her height to be about 5’8”. She had great legs and a phenomenally round, jiggly ass.

I pulled her close and spun her around so she was facing away from me. I then put my hands on her hips and ‘twerked’ my cock into her bottom. She immediately bent her upper body at the torso and pushed back against me. I could feel at least a hundred desirous eyes on me. The little twinks wanted me, but tonight, I chose her.

It was getting hot in the club. I wasn't sure if that was a result of the summer heat, or me pressing my now semi-erect cock into the back of her short, little plaid skirt. Even over the thumping house music, I could hear her little grunts. I turned her around so she faced me. I could see that hungry, desperate look in her eyes and I seized the moment. I pulled her to me, pressed her body into mine, and gave her a long, hot kiss. I love how she responded to me. I could hear her moan into my mouth and her body melted into mine.

Just as I broke the passionate embrace, the music stopped and I wrapped my arm around her.

“C’mon, let's get another drink.”

We got off the dance floor and found a small, empty, booth in the corner. I sat down and she slid up against me. I felt her shiver when I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh. Just as I was about to lean in and kiss her again, a waitress approached.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“We’ll take two bottles of water, a Hennessy, and a…”

I looked at her.

“Vodka and Redbull.”

The waitress scurried away to fetch our drinks.

Our eyes met.

“So, your name is Mattie?”

She blushed.

“How did you know my name, my real name?”

“That’s what your friend called you at the bar.”

She looked flustered. It was evident she wasn’t used to answering that type of question.

“My real name is Matt, but my friends call me Mattie.”

“So Matilda is…”

“That’s the name I use when I… you know…”

“When you dress.”

She looked down, unable to meet my gaze.

“Yes.”

There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence and our eyes met.

“Can I admit that I’m nervous, Ray?”

“Why are you nervous?”

“I haven’t been dressing long and I’ve never…”

“You’ve never… what?”

“I’ve sucked, but I’ve never…”

“You’ve never what?”

She looked down and her face broke into a deep, red ember.

“You know.”

I took her hand and placed it on my basket.

“Is this what you want?”

Our conversation was interrupted by the waitress who returned with our order. She slid her hand away when I reached into my pocket and pulled out two twenties.

“Keep it.”

The waitress smiled in appreciation.

"Thank you, honey, have a good night."

I looked back at Matilda.

“Put your hand back on my cock.”

Immediately, she complied.

“Now answer the question.”

She bit her lip seductively.

“Yes, that’s what I want.”

We took a sip of our drinks.

She began to gently rub my cock under the table until it grew to full hardness.

“Oh, God.” She whispered.

I smiled.

“Is that still what you want, little gurl?”

I could see the wheels spinning. She was trying to wrap her mind around the ramifications of her next answer.

“I… I…”

“You know it’s not going in just your mouth… don’t you?”

There was that look again… that lust… that hunger.

“I know.”

“Do we need to dance again, or are we done with that shit for tonight?”

“We don’t need to dance again.”

“Finish your drink, then.”

Her hand never left my cock. It was as if she was mesmerized by it. While she sipped her drink, her fingers ran up and down my length on the outside of my leather pants. I watched as her fingertip traced around the rim of her glass. I could tell she was still nervous, but thankfully she was settling down, somewhat. She knew what was coming, but I didn’t want her completely terrified about it.

I finished the last sip of my Hennessy.

It was time.

“Let's go.”

She downed the last of her drink.

“Are we getting a hotel room?”

“Yeah, a fancy one in Summerlin.”

She shot me a playful look.

“I’m really not rich, you know.”

“Of course you’re not.”

She gave me a radiant smile.

“So no hotel, then?”

“No, we’re going to my place… you don’t strike me as the ‘crazy bitch’ type.”

Her jaw dropped open.

“I’m not.”

“I know, I’m messing with you.”

She smiled and pressed herself against my body as we walked out of the club. Once we were outside, the oppressive heat hit us. The skies had cleared and there was still a hint of humidity in the air. There was just a slight breeze which we locals describe as the ‘hair dryer in the face’ effect. It was a nice evening though. There was a full moon and the palm fronds were gently swaying in the desert air.

We walked about twenty feet to the cab stand and slid into the back of the next waiting taxi. After I gave the cabbie my address, she moved her hand back on my cock.

These white gurls, they just couldn’t get enough of it.

“You can do more than touch it.”

A shocked look broke across her face.

“Here… right now?”

“Yes… right here… right now.”

She looked at the cabbie who had his eyes on the road, and then back at me. She unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out of its tight confines.

Her eyes got wide and she giggled.

“Oh, God… I’ve never seen one that-”

“I know, get to it.”

She started stroking me which quickly brought me to full hardness. Then, she grasped me at the base and slowly squeezed while moving her hand upward which produced a large dollop of pre-cum that oozed from the head. She smiled, licked her lips, and took my cock in her mouth. While the cabbed moved through the streets of Sin City, her head slowly bobbed up and down on my member.

Her mouth felt so good. I weaved my hand through her blue hair and pushed her head down which sent my member deep into her throat.

“Yeah, that feels good little gurl,” I said huskily.

My little comment drew the attention of the cab driver and he adjusted his rearview mirror lower so he could get a clear view of the goings on in the back seat. His face broke into a big grin.

“She’s got one hot little mouth, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah, the best I’ve had in awhile.”

She was letting out little-muffled moans and making obscene slurping sounds that could easily be heard throughout the cab of the vehicle. I was very impressed with her skills. She was taking me down the root which wasn't an easy feat for most of the women I'd been with.

“We’ll be at your destination in about ten minutes.”

Almost immediately, she quickened the pace and her hand began to squeeze and gently fondle my testicles.

“Yeah little gurl, just like that.”

Her head was bobbing up and down on my cock at what could only be described as a torrid pace. I looked up and my eyes met the taxi drivers in the rearview mirror. He obviously couldn’t get enough of what was going on in the back seat. I could care less if he watched. However, I was concerned about getting home in one piece.

“Make sure you watch the road every once in a while too.”

He grinned.

“No promises, but I’ll try.”

I could feel her saliva run down my cock and begin to collect on my balls. Her head was bouncing wildly and I could feel my orgasm start to build.

“Yeah, gurl… just a little more… I’m almost there…”

She grasped my cock and started to slowly pump me up and down while simultaneously concentrating on the head. I could feel her tongue swirl.

I closed my eyes and volley after volley of semen squirted into her mouth. She moaned and made little slurping sounds and I could tell she was swallowing what was in her mouth. I put my hand back in her hair again and I could feel her tongue travel along my length as she cleaned me.

The cab started to slow down and she tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up the fly. She straightened herself up and slid closer to me just as the cabbie started speaking.

“That’ll be $21.75.”

“What, no discount for the show?”

The driver smiled and a deep blush broke over Matilda’s face.

“How bout’ we call it an even ‘ten.’ She did put on a very hot performance, it made my night.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ten.

“Have a good night you crazy kids.”

I shot him a little smile as we made our way into the building. We took the elevator up to the 38th floor and I reached into my pocket, pulled out the keys, and unlocked the door.

“Oh this is just beautiful,” she said as we stepped into the great room.

“Thank you, take a look around.”

I could hear her boots ‘thump’ as she walked across the hardwood floors and took in her surroundings. The elongated space was separated by a kitchen in the middle and my dining and living room areas were to either side. The condo also featured floor to ceiling windows which faced South and afforded me great views of the Las Vegas Strip.

“Would you like a bottle of water, or maybe another drink?”

She was standing near the window and taking in the millions of lights that were majestically lighting up the space.

“A bottle of water sounds wonderful.”

After going to the refrigerator to get the water, I moved up behind her.

“So you don’t have this view in Summerlin?”

She giggled.

“No, I don’t.”

I set the bottles of water on the coffee table and placed my hand on her ass. She let out a little moan when I began to rub. There were a few moments of comfortable silence while she continued to take in the stunning view. She had such a nice ass: round and sexy, just like I crave.

“You have such a nice place, you must do very well at the Bellagio.”

At that moment, work was the last thing on my mind. However, I liked that she took an interest.

“I’ve been working there for six years and I run a small team.”

“So you started working there out of college?”

“Yeah, I interned there my senior year and they hired me when I graduated.”

I was rubbing her ass harder now and I could tell she was having trouble concentrating on our conversation.

“Maybe I… I’ll work for you someday then,” she said between little moans.

“You’re studying Computer Science?”

“I’m an English Lit major, but I also love computers so I’ve thought about switching programs.”

She let out a little gasp when I moved my hand under her skirt.

“You’re not going to start quoting Jane Austen for me, are you?”

Her breathing was rapidly becoming shallow and she was taking in short, little sips of breath.

“I… I… I can’t even form a coherent thought.”

“And why is that, little gurl?”

She was pushing her ass back against my hand. She couldn’t get enough.

“Because… because…” she let out a little moan. “Because of the way you’re touching me.”

“No one’s touched you like this before, have they?”

I looked into the glass. Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating on my hand.

“No, Ray… no one.”

I flipped her little plaid skirt up which exposed her cute, little Boyshort, rainbow panties.

“Put your hands on the glass,” I growled.

Immediately, she complied.

I ran my hands over the little lace panties and instinctively, she spread her legs.

“You’ve never been with a real man, have you?”

“N-n-no, I haven’t.”

Her ass was perfect… soft, round, hairless… and it reminded me of a woman.

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

She opened her legs just a little further, giving me the answer. She tensed up while my hand continued to explore.

“You can do whatever you want.”

She moaned when I grabbed the little panties and pulled them up, into her crack. Her dick was ‘tucked’ back and I could see the little, protruding bulge. Gently, I ran my fingers over the modest protrusion and I could feel the moisture. The thin material of her panties was soaked through with pre-cum.

Our eyes met in the shiny glass and a little look of embarrassment broke across her face.

“Giving blowjobs always does that to me.”

I decided to play coy while continuing to rub my fingers over the thin material that covered her penis.

“Does what to you?”

“Well… you know…”

I shot her a stern look.

“Say it.”

“Sucking cock always gets me wet.”

I turned her around and pulled her up against my body. My mouth found hers and we shared a passionate kiss. I ran my hands up and down her body while my tongue explored her mouth. She felt like a ragdoll in my arms, I was in complete control and that’s exactly what both of us wanted.

“You haven’t seen the rest of my place yet.”

She smiled.

“You’d better show me then.”

I took her hand and we made our way down the hallway and into the master bedroom.

I watched while her eyes traveled over the space.

“This is definitely a man’s room.”

“Oh, you like it?”

She grinned.

“I do.”

I had to agree that the room had a masculine feel. I'd purchased a dark oak, four post, bedroom set and chosen light brown for the accent wall. The rest of the surfaces were painted an off-white. The focal point of the room was a black, longhorn skull that was directly above the headboard which gave the space a whimsical touch. Like the living room, the bedroom was also highlighted by floor to ceiling windows that featured a strip view.

We made our way deeper into the room until we got to the bed. She turned, faced me, and our mouths met again. While we kissed, she began to unbutton my shirt. I ran my hands up and down her body while she continued to undress me. After about a minute, my shirt and trousers were in a pile on the floor between us. I reached behind her and my hands traveled underneath her skirt and began massaging her ass. Her hands then moved to my hips as she slid my boxers down my thighs and onto the floor with the rest of my clothes. Her hand then grasped my cock and she gently started to stroke me until I reached full hardness.

“You know I can’t get enough of this, right?”

“I can tell.”

She gave me one last hot kiss before she ran her hands across my stomach and crouched between my legs. I looked down just as she opened her mouth and licked the underside of my cock and let it rest on her the tip of her tongue for several seconds before taking it into her mouth. She grasped me with both hands at the base and began to work me slowly in and out of her mouth. Her big brown eyes looked up and met mine. I put my hand in her hair while she worked me deeper into her mouth and I felt the head touch the back of her throat.

“Yeah, that feels good little gurl.”

She put her hands down at her side and let me take control. I rotated my hips, moved my hand to the back of her head, and trusted forward. Her saliva was dripping from her chin and coating my cock. I listened to her soft, easy moans while she relaxed her throat which allowed me to go deeper. She moved her hands to my thighs. In an instant, her giving me head changed to me fucking her mouth.

Her eyes never left mine. I pressed myself into her mouth, over and over. She looked so content, so docile, so elated. Her mouth felt so good. I normally have excellent control but I felt my orgasm begin to build and I took a step back which caused my cock to slip out of her mouth.

She looked up at me lovingly and a big grin broke across her face.

“I hope you realize I can’t get enough of that.”

“Enough of what?”

I loved messing with her.

“Enough of you… of this…”

She reached out with both hands, grasped me, and started to stroke. I took a step forward and she took me back into her mouth. Her eyes were back on me, gauging my reaction to everything she did. I could tell she wanted to please me and make it good for me. My pleasure was paramount to her, much more than her own.

Our eyes never separated as she continued to rub me with both hands while she concentrated on the head. She was good at this… way too good. Again, I could feel myself start to climb and I backed away.

I lowered my hands, she took them, and I helped her to her feet. I pulled her to me, my body crushing hers and we exchanged a passionate, white-hot kiss. Playfully, I pushed her back onto the bed. I watched as she began to take off her shirt.

“No…” I said sternly. “Leave the top on… only the panties come off.”

The gruff tone in my voice took her a bit by surprise.

“Okay, Ray.” She said demurely.

She lifted her ass up off the mattress, slid her panties down her long legs, and impishly threw them on the floor. I walked over to the bedside table and pulled out a tube of Astroglide and several condoms. Her eyes got wide when she saw the lube.

I slid onto the bed beside her and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. I heard her elicit a little moan and her body shivered against mine. I grabbed the lube and squirted a large dollop on my fingers. She was breathing heavy, just short of hyperventilation, in anticipation of my next move. I needed to calm her down.

I leaned in and my mouth met hers. Simultaneously, I ran my lubed finger over her asshole. Again, I could feel her tense up.

“Relax, little gurl.”

She took a deep breath.

“Okay, Ray… I’ll try.”

Slowly, methodically, I worked my finger inside her, and then back out. Her ass gripped my finger like a vice, especially when it passed through the tight ring of her sphincter. After a minute or so, my patience was rewarded. I listened while she let out little moans as she loosened up and my finger slid easily in and out of her.

“God, that feels good.”

“Oh, you like that, do you?”

She cooed seductively, giving me the answer I was looking for.

She tensed up again when I started to probe her with a second finger. Again, I kissed her hard in an attempt to take her mind off the pain. Her mouth hungrily met mine while I gradually worked two fingers inside her. Once I had them sliding in and out with relative ease, I broke our embrace and our eyes met and I grabbed one of the condoms.

“Put it on me.”

I watched as she tore the little foil packaging and put the condom in her mouth, and held it perfectly still between her teeth. She then leaned down and put the rubber on me with her mouth while deepthroating me down the root.

“That was a nice, little trick.”

She giggled.

“I had to practice that a bunch of times before I got it right.”

We both laughed. At that moment, it was the perfect tension breaker.

“I think that requires a bit more explanation… just exactly how did you practice?”

Her face blushed into a deep, red crimson.

“You’re the first guy I…”

“Yes…” I said sternly while waiting for her to continue.

“Well… I normally make guys put on a condom before I…”

She paused.

“Go down on them?”

She looked down, unable to look me in the eyes.

“Yes.”

“So why am I the exception to your little rule?”

She shot me a cute, little grin.

“I don’t know.”

“Tell me,” I said surly.

“I… I… just love your cock and it just felt right to...”

“It’s okay… I’m just getting you in touch with your inner slut.”

She reached out and seductively touched my arm. There was that look again… that lust, that hunger that I’d seen all evening.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes… Do you want me on my hands and knees?” She said circumspectly.

“No… on your back.”

Her eyes got wide.

“Okay.”

She was mine… my bitch… and putting her on her back made the feminine role inescapable for her.

She moved to the middle of the bed while I grabbed the bottle of Astroglide and squirted a thick glob over the condom. She opened her legs wide and hiked up her skirt which was now bunched up around her waist. She had a cute little cock that looked painfully erect and seeping pre-cum.

I slid between her legs, took my cock in my hand, and rested the head against her aperture. I witnessed the look on her face and I could feel her body tense up.

“You’ll enjoy this a whole lot more if you relax.”

She took a deep breath in an attempt to relax.

“I’ll try.”

I moved my hips forward, pressing myself into her.

“Oh… God…” she moaned when my bulbous head slipped past her tight little ring.

Her hands moved to my chest. She was so tight, like a glove, but I was able to keep moving forward. I felt her tense up again and my progress was momentarily thwarted.

“Yeah, little gurl… let it in there.”

She was breathing heavy, almost hyperventilating, in an attempt to find a way through the pain.

“I’m trying to relax, Ray, just like you want me to.”

She needed a little help.

I reached down and started to slowly stroke her cock. Instantly, her body relaxed, somewhat. I continued to ease myself forward as her body yielded to me.

“You’re doing good baby,” I said encouragingly.

Her eyes were closed tight, but her breathing was a bit more normal. I continued to rub her little cock which was now producing copious amounts of pre-cum on my fingers. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was probably only a couple of minutes, my body was resting against hers and I was completely inside her.

Our eyes met.

“God, I feel so full… you feel so big inside me.”

I released her cock and held my wet fingers to her mouth. She greedily cleaned her pre-cum from my fingers.

“Good gurl.”

I gave her a minute or so to adjust to me being in her. Then, I slowly started to move my hips back. Her eyes closed again.

“Oh… My… God…” She moaned.

Gradually, I eased myself back into her and her hands went back on my chest. For the next minute or so I gently rocked myself in and out her. She was taking short, little sips of breath and didn’t appear to be in any peril.

“Oh Jesus, Ray… Jesus…”

I picked up the pace in earnest and wrapped my arms around her thighs so I could get better leverage. I used long, powerful thrusts sliding myself almost all the way out of her, then ramming myself back in.... over and over and over.

“Oh God Ray… it feels so fucking good…”

Almost subconsciously, her hand moved to her penis and she started to stroke.

“Get your hand off your cock,” I growled.

She shot me a sweet, shy smile.

“Yes, Daddy.”

It was amusing to witness the transformation. She metamorphosed from shy, uncertain, and nervous Emo gurl to greedy, submissive cock whore in a matter of a couple minutes.

I slid out of her.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

She extended her arms and I pulled her up to me, crushing her body against mine. She gave me a hot, wet, passionate kiss.

“Don’t go easy on me… okay?”

I grinned.

“I won’t.”

She turned around, got on her hands and knees, and raised her ass up in the air, presenting it to me. I took the hem of her little, plaid skirt and flipped it up on her back.

“Spread your cheeks.”

She giggled as her head hit the pillow. She reached behind and opened the globes of her ass with both hands. I ran my index finger along her asshole.

“Such a pretty little pussy.”

She made muffled, little moans into the pillow, then turned her head slightly.

“Please Ray… Don’t tease me.”

I grabbed the tube of Astroglide and squirted a large glob on her gaped hole and watched as some of trickled its way inside.

I took my cock in my hand, rested it against her opening and pushed all the way inside until my balls rested on hers. She grunted as I moved all the way out of her, then roughly slammed my way back in, popping her sphincter repeatedly.

She was moaning and babbling almost incoherently. Any form of bravado she once possessed was now gone. I ground my hips into her and she went limp, ragdolling into my body, and was unable to keep herself upright.

I pushed her down flat, then laid on top of her which ground her lithe frame into the mattress. I wrapped my arm around her neck, cutting off her airflow. She feebly clawed at me but couldn't loosen my grip while I continued to savagely rut inside her.

“If I could… I’d be getting you pregnant right now little gurl…” I said, growling huskily into her ear.

She was inarticulately murmuring to the point that I could barely understand her. After a few seconds, I could make out her garbled words.

“P-p-please… Please let me touch myself.”

“Do it…” I snarled.

She reached down and furiously stroked herself.

“Yeah, gurl… I’m there…”

I buried myself deep inside her one last time while my orgasm overtook me. When I recovered, I watched as she wiped her semen covered hand on her plaid skirt. She let out a quiet, little moan as my cock slipped out of her. I slid to her side, rolled the condom off my cock, and threw it on the floor.

She snuggled up beside me like a kitten and I spooned her tight against my body. Any minute vestiges of maleness were now entirely gone.

The sun was just starting to break into the window and the lights of the Las Vegas strip were starting to flicker and fade. It was going to be another scorchingly hot summer day… but at that moment… my world felt perfect.

“Can I stay here with you and get some sleep, or are you going to kick me out?” she purred sexily.

I lovingly kissed her neck.

“I don’t normally let you club gurls stay over,” I said teasingly.

She giggled and pushed her bottom back against my cock.

“I’ll cook you breakfast.”

“I’ll think about it.”