The Dinner Guest Part 2

It all seemed to have happened very quickly since John had arrived home with our dinner guest. His best friend Rob, who unbeknownst to me had been looking at John’s videos and photos of me ever since we had first started “courting” on web-cam, was stuck in a deeply frustrating marriage and had told John how much he envied John’s unrestricted use of my t-girl charms. And now here I was, at John’s command, giving him what he had been missing for so many years.

As I knelt on the couch, my little black cocktail dress pushed up around my waist and my tiny thong pulled aside, I felt my beloved John spreading my ass cheeks and slowly driving his thick tool deep into my waiting girly hole. My head was poised above Rob’s half naked body as he sat on the couch, my mouth just inches from his excited and rampant cock.

I felt Rob’s hand on my head pushing me down, and, as John gave a final hard drive that embedded his luscious weapon deep inside me, the force of his thrust was enough to push me down the last few centimetres. Suddenly, Rob found his cock inside another’s mouth for the first time in many years.

He tasted salty and sticky, his pre-cum already moistening his cock-head as my wet tongue licked around the top of his shaft. Concentrating just behind the head where his foreskin was attached, my fingers were now pulling as far back as it would go.

He groaned and held my head firmly as I moved up and down his rod, sucking and licking, blowing and nibbling, all the time feeling John sliding in and out of my love tunnel. “That’s enough of that,” John suddenly said, “We don’t want Rob coming just yet do we? He needs to find out what it feels like to have a real fuck, don’t you Rob?”

Reluctantly, I let Rob’s glistening cock slip from my mouth and at the same time I felt John’s rigid tool pull out of my forbidden hole with a wet sounding pop. Rob stood and walked behind me and then I felt him positioning himself on his knees between my wide spread legs. At that moment, John grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and roughly pulled them as far apart as they could physically go. “There you are Rob, a clear shot at your first fuck with a willing t-girl,” he laughed.