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7:34 One Size Fits All!

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Last night I went clubbing with my friends. I’ve been working for Lou quite a bit recently and it was nice to have an evening to myself. I wore a white sequinned crop top with a very (and I mean very) short lilac PVC mini skirt and my white patent platforms with 7 ½ inch heels. My bangles, nails and lipstick were lilac and, as a concession to the weather, I had my lilac leather jacket slung across my shoulders. I met up with the other girls and we sat in a group for a bit before, as usual, we went our separate ways. I went to the bar and ordered a Harvey Wallbanger and flirted with Carlos the barman and made sure that I was showing as much thigh as possible to all the hunks who drifted by. I had turned to get another drink when I became aware that the stool next to me was occupied. I recognised the guy. Darren used to date Alexis until she decided to move to Manchester, so I know he’s into the tranny scene and therefore a safe bet.

I flutter my eyelashes and flash him a generous expanse of holiday-tanned thigh and he buys the drink I’ve just ordered and starts to chat me up. He’s fit, in a skinny kind of way, between the two of us I doubt if we tip the scales at more than 280 pounds. He has an open, honest face and gorgeous soulful brown eyes with lashes a gal would die for! He is open about stuff and tells me he really misses Alexis but knows he has to move on. That sets my ‘flirtometer’ to overload and cross my legs to let him get a good look at my shoe and my line of shiny, silver-painted toenails. He catches Carlos’s eye for more drinks and Lou drifts across. “Be careful with that one!” She murmurs and sashays away. What the hell does that mean? I look across at Darren but he’s only interested in my foot. I wiggle my toes and the silver toe rings catch the light. He looks anything but threatening. Lou’s warnings are usually spot-on but this seems to smack of nothing but jealousy. I rub the outside of my foot against his leg and put one hand on his and he smiles at me and runs his fingers across the top of my toes. Stas appears and whispers in my ear: “Please be careful darling. He once put Alexis in hospital!” Darren asks what Stas has just said and I say something about arranging a date for next Wednesday. All the evidence says to cut and run but my instincts say to stay.

Darren goes off the Gents and Zahra takes his place. Her brow is furrowed with concern, “Arnab – you must not go with him – he will hurt you!” She totters away as he returns. He sits closer to me and his hands slide up my skirt. I can’t resist and my legs part and I draw him towards me and kiss him. But I have never known my friends to be wrong. I pull back and look him in the eye: “Look at me and tell me you are not going to knock me about.” He looks hurt, and I mean genuinely aggrieved, and slips off the stool. I notice the other three have not pulled this evening and know they are all just jealous. I grab Darren’s arm and tell him we are leaving. I have no idea where we are going but I do know I am in no threat from this guy. He’d be lucky to knock his way out of a wet paper bag let alone match it with a streetwise tranny. He tells me he lives close by and I agree to go to his flat so we walk, arm-in-arm down the dark streets until we reach his place. Fuck me! It’s only a couple of blocks from where I live! Buoyant and confident that I am safe, I climb the steps to his door.

Darren’s place is spotless and not like the grotty bachelor pad I was expecting. In fact it is minimalist with chrome furniture and bare, laminate flooring. He fixes us drinks and I check my makeup and hair in the bathroom. On the way back I peek in his bedroom – not a rope, chain or whip in sight so I return, sling my jacket over a chair and adopt the ‘come and get me’ pose on the sofa. Darren needs no encouragement and kneels on the floor and is all over my feet. His tongue licks between my toes and he nibbles at my toe rings while his fingers explore under my arches. Then he lifts my feet and starts to lick under my feet where they overhang the narrow spines of my plats. I am rock hard and dripping precum as he slides his tongue under my heels and lets a dribble of saliva into each shoe and I writhe in ecstasy as it trickles under my sole. I manage to get at his shirt buttons and rip one off in my haste. I finally fling his shirt across the room and he fumbles with my skirt. This isn’t going as fast as I want and I say: “Last one naked makes breakfast”. With that I pull my top and bra off as one and wriggle out of my panties. They catch on the buckle of my sandals and I hop around on one leg trying to free them, giggling manically as he falls over trying to remove his trousers. I finally free the errant panties and stand there, naked but for my plats (shoes don’t count in a ‘get naked’ contest!). I kick my underwear in the general direction of the rest of my clothes and stand there triumphantly as he pulls down his shorts. “I’ll have a full fry, eggs sunny side up, grilled……..! My triumphal gloat tails away as I spot his monstrous cock!

It has to be a joke. It is not just big - but frickin’ enormous! Not so much the length but the girth. I stare open-mouthed and croak: “Did you borrow that from a donkey?” I step forward, acutely aware that it must be three times bigger than my own cock which seems to be wilting under the gaze of the competition. I run my fingers up it and the anaconda stirs. It is definitely connected to him and I now see what the girls were trying to warn me about! OK – they could have just come out and warned me straight but I’d have probably thought it couldn’t possibly be that big and had a go anyway. So they tried to appeal to my sense of self-preservation but oh no – Melanie knew best! I can’t see how this is gonna end without yet another trip to A & E and I put my arms over his shoulders. He looks so frickin’ doleful and says: “Don’t worry – I’m used to this. That’s why I miss Alexis so much.” I think ‘Hell! Respect gal! She must have an ass like the channel tunnel!’ He reaches for his shirt but I stop him. The Melanie red mist comes down and I hear myself saying: “We’ll find a way!”

Five minutes later he is sitting on the shiny wood floor with me standing over him. I have removed my plats and he has one over his face, conducting a minute olfactory examination of the inside, while his pole is swelling to epic proportions. I kneel in front of him and carefully slide his cock into my shoe. His glans totally fills my sandal and, with difficulty, I coax it through the toe and then carefully slide more and more of my shoe over his shaft. Eventually it is so far onto his cock the remainder of my shoe is virtually under his ass and I rub him with the back of my shoe and he starts to leak glistening precum. For several minutes I lick and caress his knob while rubbing his ass with the rest of my shoe and I think he might cum there and then and save the doc the bother of stitching my ass together! But no – he don’t want that and slides his cock free from my shoe and uses it to gently slap me around the mouth with it. I take the non-very-subtle hint and place my lips over it and take him into my mouth. I have to stretch myself, like a snake swallowing an egg, and slowly draw him into my throat. However, there is no way he will fit and all I succeed in doing is cutting off my air supply and nearly fainting. I try to take him from my mouth but his glans catches on my teeth and he sticks there. In the end I virtually dislocate my jaw to free him and spend the next few minutes stroking him and lubricating the whole purple veined shaft. I wiggle my rump at him and he leaves my shoe long enough to spend a few minutes on my ass. He’s no stranger to this and does what he has to give me some chance of satisfying him. Finally, its crunch time and I stand over him as he sits with his hands on the floor at his sides. I stand with one bare foot by his left hand and the other by his right knee. This is last chance saloon – I’ve never done this before and it’s either glory time…or A & E time!

Slowly, very slowly I begin to slide my legs apart. My arms are outstretched like a tight rope walker as my legs spread further and further. He is so considerate and puts his left hand over my right foot to stop it slipping too quickly on the smooth floor as I inch lower and lower. I can already feel my ass stretching as I do the splits and the tendons on my inner thighs tremble with the effort. I squeak like a startled mouse as his tip touches me and he uses his free hand to guide me onto him. I hold my position, trembling with the effort and slowly and inexorably, he slides into me. He gasps ‘Yes!’ and uses both hands to support under my butt as I inch my legs further apart dropping onto him by the same amount. After ten or fifteen minutes (and a minimum of pain I might add) my legs reach their zenith and I drop the last couple of inches and I am totally impaled astride him. There then follows the most exquisite sensation I have ever experienced.

It is surreal as we can hardly move. He can’t thrust into me because my weight has pinned him to the floor, and my fingertips aren’t strong enough to lift myself off him even an inch. So I lean towards him and we start to kiss passionately. He strokes my foot with one hand and my cock with the other while I work my ass muscles on his enormous knob. After ten minutes we are still snogging and I am getting dangerously close to my own climax. However, another couple of minutes later his glans swells inside me and he gasps. I assault him with my tongue and ass with renewed vigour and he cries out, a primal shriek, as he orgasms. It is not a gushing spray - but a tumultuous volcano of spunk that seems to flow from him in endless rippling motions. I climax moments later in hot spurts over his tummy and he bites my lip involuntarily– the only time he has hurt me. We slump, with our heads on each others shoulders, chests heaving from the exertion, sweat running down our backs in rivulets. After a few minutes we stir and are faced with a new problem. I am so tight and he is so swollen that the blood in his engorged shaft has no means of escape. I try to lift myself and try to open my ass a tiny bit more but I am exhausted and my tightly strung legs are numb. Like two dogs tied together after sex, we remain, giggling nervously at out predicament. Finally, after what seems an age I feel him wilt and I summons the strength and flop sideways and we separate and lay there feeling the blood flow into our aching limbs.

I wake next to Darren as the dawn chorus begins. He is fast asleep and looks so sweet in the grey light, and I slide away from his warmth. He stirs as I run my fingers down his chest and lower still. My hand has confirmed my worst fears and his monstrous schlong is coming alive again. He is going to expect breakfast to lead to something longer term. He’s a nice guy and I’d be flattered – but there is the slight matter of his pet python! I slip into my clothes, gather up my plats, scribble a note on his mirror with my lipstick, and creep out of the flat. Barefoot, I join the newspaper delivery boys and the occasional jogger as I pad along the semi-deserted streets towards my apartment. I fish out my mobile and text Lou, Stas and Zahra: ‘Had a great evening! Don’t know what all the fuss was about! How could such a tiny guy hurt anyone?’ I hope Darren appreciated my ‘Dear John’ message: ‘Thanx for a lovely one-night stand! You REALLY need to get back with Alexis!’

Lots of love

Melanie

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