Walk on the Wild Side

“Gosh she’s hot”

That was my first thought seeing her dancing and laughing at the club I visited late one evening on the road. She had a lean taut body, long legs, pixie haircut, and a big smile. Cute and sweet and feminine.

I’d been driving for hours and wanted just a little noise and activity before bed in the motel beside the bar. The beer and the music were good, and the crowd seemed relaxed and friendly. I was happy just to sit at the bar and watch for a while.

She had other ideas. After a dance number ended, she came over and said ‘Hi, I’m Faby. You wanna dance?” Her voice was low and husky, her body looked even better close up, and she had really good moves. I gave no thought to why she would have been interested in me, and only realized later that others were watching this pick up with some amusement. That she wanted sex was clear from her first moves on the floor, even though it was a fast dance. Could she ever move her hips!

I couldn’t believe my luck. Things started to move fast when the music got slow. Before she wrapped her arms around me, she took my hands and placed them on her butt. I felt her beautiful hard muscles, moving as she ground herself against me. I had to keep her close as my erection was obvious. Her lips were against my ear, the tongue flicking. I had barely said a word through all this and when she asked “Can we go somewhere?”, the best I could go was “Gosh yes”.

She continued to touch my body as we walked to my motel, on my neck and my back, lightly grabbing my ass. Once in the room she went right to the bed, and unbuttoned her top to show her bra, the small mounds beneath, and a beautiful six pack. Turned to me and stood there, hands on hips, clearly asking what I was waiting for. I wasn’t waiting so much as reeling from the speed of it all.

But soon I was holding her, hands once again on her butt, loving her hips moving against me. Her kisses were aggressive, wet, not just on my lips and in my mouth, but on my face, ears, even eyes. Dizzy with desire, I could barely stand. When she started to push me down her body, it was almost a relief. I would have stopped at her breasts, well hidden by her bra, but she wanted me down on her. I knelt before her, almost as if I should be worshipping her body. No time for that. There I was face to face with the zipper of her jeans. Her hips were thrusting as I fumbled with her button and pulled down the zipper.

Her thrusting stopped. Down came her jeans, showing tight boxer shorts ... and what looked to be an impressive semi erect penis trapped down one leg. She was a he.

While this bait and switch had never happened to me, I had had sex with both women and men, so I was not disgusted, only surprised. I think Faby was ready for, if not expecting, shock and repulsion. Maybe she and her friends got a lot of laughs at the freak outs of guys she’d done this way.

If so, this time the joke was on her. My sharp intake of breath on seeing her penis morphed into a sigh as I leaned in and kissed it through the boxer shorts. It was her turn to gasp. Faby is still a ‘her’ to me, that’s how she wanted to be.

Her “O my” was one of surprise. I might have stopped and asked for consent, but her thrusts into my face gave a better answer. My lips, my tongue and my mouth were all over her cock, now hard and straining against the fabric of her shorts, now wet with my spit.

It was she who pulled her shorts down, stepping out of them, her cock moving to attention; it was one to be proud of, slightly better than average length, thick with a large head. As she sat down on the edge of the bed, she also undid her bra, revealing no tits but a lovely pair of hard pectorals which had been pushed up a bit by the bra. Her body as a whole was just gorgeous.

I leaned into her, starting with little dry kisses on her cock. Faby sighed a soft plaintive “No ...”, which brought me to a stop. Once again her hand on my head said what her body wanted; it pressed me down to her member. I began to think that she was having an internal dialogue: her brain said that she shouldn’t do this, her body said she should. Her body was winning.

Hands on my head, she languorously thrust her cock along my face. It felt smooth, hot and pulsing. I let my tongue run its length. She gave a long “Aaaahhh”. I lifted her legs up raising her crotch to me. My tongue first found her balls, kissing and licking. Faby pushed herself into my face, so I took her whole ball sac into my mouth and used my swallowing muscles. “O God, you’re taking me”, said in a voice close to tears. I gently released her and moved my mouth to her ass, going right for the hole which, like the rest of her, looked taut and pretty. She ground herself onto my tongue, which was doing its best to thrust into her. She was making sounds like she was being fucked, which was an amazing turn on. She was close to orgasm and I wanted that in my mouth. I needed her cock.

I moved her back down a little, and with my hand raised her cock wet with precum. With a swift lick round by my tongue I put the head in my mouth and, sucking, slowly took her all in right to a deep throat, which I held for at least ten seconds. Long seconds, as she was thick and long and I was fighting the choking reflex, by swallowing again and again, which had the desired effect on her. Faby had been rigid as I took her in, but now began to heave her hips, thrusting her cock into me. Once again a cry of “Noooo”, but that just meant she was cumming.

Lots. A flood. I got to swallow quite a load, but there was copious cum spilled. Faby had gone limp, now crying softly. I hadn’t had time to get undressed; I was still in my jeans. I whipped them down to my knees, pulled out my own cock, lathered it with her cum. Lifting her legs, I put the head of my cock at her hole. And pressed. Her eyes snapped open, boring into mine. It was like she was asking if I cared for her as a person not just as a body. “Faby, Faby” I murmured wistfully, and that was enough.

Once again she was the aggressor, pushing me into her, just incredible feelings of lust and joy radiating through my whole body. For Faby, I’m not sure what her feelings were. As I slid into her, her face was screwed up in distress and sadness; but it was she who was pushing, making little moans. Once I was in her all the way, she was still, looking contemplative as if she was making a choice. Our rhythm was like a locomotive leaving the station, slow thrusts at first – a little wheel slip – then gradually increasing to a steady rate which was amazing but not sustainable for me. My orgasm was exploding like fireworks around me. As I started the climactic thrusts, Faby shouted “I want your c***d” which might have stopped me entirely it was so weird except that at that moment I felt that I wanted to make her – him – pregnant, bind us together with a c***d. So I poured myself into her. I was expecting tears but instead she was laughing, saying “Good job, good job!”

We both lay down on the bed, exhausted, smelling wonderfully of sex, sweaty. But after about 10 minutes she said “Gotta go” and up she got, dressed quickly, leaned over to kiss me – deeply with tongue – saying “By now” and she was gone.

I slept the sleep of the sated that night. In the morning I decided I wasn’t going anywhere that day; I really hoped I’d see her again. There was work I could do anywhere so I did it in my room, leaving around noon to lunch and for motel staff to clean. I expect that the cleaners were not happy about the state of the bed, which reeked (nice for me, not for them) of gay sex. I took lunch at the bar, talked with the owner, who had been there the previous night. He got a big grin on his face when I asked him about Faby. Apparently Faby and her boyfriend set this up on a regular basis. Entice a traveler into what he thinks is straight sex and then show him a man. Sometimes they tape the reaction. She has a panic button if the reaction is too extreme.

I don’t think it had ever happened that someone was willing – I was more than willing – to have sex with a cross-dressing gay guy, who was more of a top than a bottom. When I signalled that I wanted it on his terms, he wasn’t ready. Besides sex wasn’t in his boyfriend’s plans. This was the ‘no but yes’ reaction I got. At least that’s my story, because our second night was even more strange.

She was waiting for me when I got back from dinner, sitting outside my room. How she knew I hadn’t left I don’t know; maybe she talked to the bartender, maybe she knew that it was great enough sex that I’d stay for a second try.

I would have been happy, more than happy, to spend a few hours getting to know her, but for her this was not necessary. As I moved to open the door, she moved from her chair and pressed her face into my crotch. Outside! I jumped. She laughed, and rose while I opened the door and hurried inside. We were on the bed right away. She was taking off my clothes, not ripping them but not wasting any time either. When I was naked on the bed, she did a strip tease for me, a dance so beautiful and sensual that if I’d touched myself I would have ejaculated then and there.

Once naked, she went down on me. Her passion on my cock made me ready to cum but that was not what she wanted. Raising my willing hips, her mouth moved to my balls. For a few frantic moments I thought I was going to lose them as she took possession of them in her mouth; they were sucked, tongue lashed and even lightly bitten. I was at her mercy. As I was also at her mercy when she transferred her powerful tongue, fantastic when kissing, to my hole. In moments I was begging to be fucked. But she was going to make me cum with her tongue, and her mouth, her suction, her teeth, whatever she did down there. I was delirious. No one had ever made my ass feel that way. My body was heaving on the bed, I was grunting like an a****l. I came while being tongue-fucked, a definite and very special first for me.

When I quieted, Faby scooped my cum off my stomach and put it on her cock, which was more beautiful than ever. She was gentle entering me, which was good given her size. She worked by little thrusts, each one slipping in a fraction further. But after a certain point I wanted it all and I began to push back. Soon all of her was in me. I was transported by joy, she had a smile of conquest on her face. She fucked me for a while, I don’t know what she did, but it made me want her more than ever. I wrapped my legs around her, tried to glue her body and her mouth to mine. Which was fine, until she stopped and said “Now I will take you”. Pulling out – fast but gently – she rolled me over, raising my ass. Her entry was one long deep stroke, causing me to cry out in something between pleasure and pain. And then I was being fucked again, this time for the purpose of her orgasm. He long deep thrusts are punctuated by grunts sounding like words. They were words, getting louder as her pace increased: “Bastard, fucker, asshole, shitface”. And then she began to cum, and her voice and manner changed. Suddenly she was needy, saying “Husband, my husband”. And then she seemed to faint, collapsing on me. Her dead weight wasn’t that great so I just lay and felt her in me, against me, gosh it was good. As her cock shrank out of me, I moved her off. Sleep came.

When I woke she was gone. No note, no nothing. I never saw her again, though I passed through more than once.

Two very special nights, treasured in memory.