Discovering Bobby - part 1

From the first time I saw her sitting in that bar I knew that I had to

have her. Don't ask me why I homed in on her more than the other T-girls

who were there, putting out "cum-ons" to all the admirers that night.

Maybe it was the shape of her body, the softness of her skin, her pretty

eyes or luscious long hair. Maybe it was her alluring smile or the way

she tilted her head, so proud of herself yet with a certain hint of

submissiveness about her. I am not sure what it was but I knew that I

just had to have her.

Subsequently, of course, I got to know that she was not proud at all,

not in that negative sense of the word as many girls are. No, she was

quite a demure lass and quite submissive too. At any rate, I did buy her

a drink that night and we did get to speaking and when we were very up

close and personal, those eyes boring into me, and that smile, those

lips that I could just imagine her knowing how to use on a man in every

sense. Those lips of hers were made for serving men and for loving them,

yes, and later on she said so. Later on she said, "You know, I

just love to drive men crazy when I get them in bed with me, close to

me, their wonderfull maculine chests heaving passion for me. And I know

how to do it too. Don't you think I know how to do it, sweetie?" She

asked that question with lowered head so that her eyes came up from

behind her drink in a very puckering provocative way. She smiled and

licked her lips, and she whispered, "Thanks for the drink, darling", as

she lifted her hand to stroke my face. "You're sweet", she said and

again smiled that smile that drove me crazy, and ran her index finger

down along my jaw, then around my ear lobe, then down along the length

of my throat, and let it linger there. I sat there at the bar with her,

my penis bulging and throbbing and trying to rip its way out of my tight

pants. She leaned in and lightly brushed her sweet red lips against

mine, holding on sweetly to the back of my neck, carressing there with

that one finger, and my mouth opened to take her tongue in, but she

pulled back slightly and smiled, and I got a hint, there and then, of

how she loves to tease a man. "Yes, Bobby", I thought to myself, "You

just LOVE teasing men. I know it."

I placed my drink down on the bar and raised by hand yo cup her face and

jaw, and quickly lowered it to take her throat in my grasp, very

lightly. The skin of her neck is so unbelievably soft, just the way it

looks, just the way I knew it would be to a man's touch. It drove me

crazy just carressing her soft warm throat, and she didn't stop me.

"Oh, so you like a girl's neck, do you"? She laughed and threw back her

head, her hair moving slightly back and forth with the gesture. The

black choker she wore intensified the soft whiteness of her sweet throat

and I thought that I would go mad with desire. I could have loved that

sweet throat all night long. But soon she removed my hand and went back

to fininshing her drink.

I knew that the place was going to close soon and I didn't want her to

move away from me and leave so I asked her to dance.

The juke box was playing something slow, Sinatra I think, and I was

feeling very warm all over as she took my hand and let me lead her to

the dance floor. There were not too many people dancing so we had a lot

of room to move over the floor.

Bobby is a very good dancer. She knows how to move that incredible body,

making the most of that black lace clad sweet skin. She smiled up at me

as we embraced each other and began to dance. As my arms wound around

her and I took her into my embrace and held her tightly against me, I

thought that every load of cum that I ever had in my balls was going to

squirt out. But I did control myself and only the precum leaked onto my

jeans, but because they were dark, it was hard to tell that they were

wet. But I am willing to bet that that little minx in my arms knew it

because she looked up at me in that knowing way and smiled a certain

smile that said "You are moving deeper and deeper into my power, aren't

you?" No words were necessary. It was like each of us could read the

other's thoughts. My heart was beating so fast and my breath was also

coming fast as my grip on her body tightened. I felt that I just could

not let her go, as thought this dance could go on forever and I wuuld

never get tired of dancing and holding Bobby.

Now as she also held me more tightly, I moved my mouth down to hers. She

turned her face away but only for a few seconds, and then abruptly turn

back and opened her golden honeyed mouth to me. I stared into that mouth

as thought it were a lost Paradise newly discovered, perfect white

teeth, lips made for love, a tongue pointing generously, giving itself.

The universe collapsed around me and everything faded away. All reality

disappeared with the exception of that mouth that my own was moving

towards.

I wanted to keep my eyes open and watch her as I kissed her but that was

impossible. Her eyes closed romantically and my own followed suit, and

the next thing I felt were her lips come up to meet mine. They parted,

as did mine. Lips and tongue meeting in a rush of heat as we kissed and

kissed and kissed. The pleasure of that first lingering kiss was

excruciating, almost painfull, but the kind of pain that you pray won't

stop, because, you fear, if it DOES stop, the pain of the end of that

kiss will be much more than you can bear.

My amrs were now crushing her against me and she responded by tightening

her arms around my neck and kissing me harder and harder with each

passing minute. Both of us were pressing the lower part of our bodies

against each other too, and I could feel that her sweet throbbing cock

was every inch as hard as mine. I thought that I was going to faint from

desire. The passion was constricting my chest. Finally, after what

seemed like too short an eternity, she pulled her mouth away from mine

and kissed my ear, whispering, "Oh Baby, you feel so hard and thick and

wonderfull! I bet you just know how to fill a girl's aching throat and

mouth with that huge thing! Oh baby, you feel like you have the

lovliest, biggest, thickest hard fuck rod in the world! I bet its filled

with such sweet creamy sweet tasting milk that a girl needs to swallow

to live!"

I was gulping the air into my throat, gasping at the heat and desire

that this sweet fuck bitch was rousing in me by her words and her

touches. I found it almost impossible to breathe. For as she spoke to

me, she was running her hands up over the exposed skin of my neck and

face and arms, and then running her fingers down my sides and back.

She raised her face up to me and smiled sexily, and said, "Let me feel

that thing, please!" It was almost as though she were BEGGING me to feel

it. I looked down at her and silently I nodded my head yes. "Caress my

neck as I caress you down there. I know you like the feel of a girl's

throat. Caress me, darling. She threw her head back and offered me that

sweet flesh as she unzipped my fly, slowly inserting her fingers and

finally her whole hand into my pants. My lips cought hers again and my

fingers caressed and probed that beautiful neck of hers and her fingers

circled around my cock and found my balls.

"Oooh, such soft silken balls", she purred in my ear through the kiss.

"So sweeeeeet! My God, baby, you have really hot beautifull balls. I

could make love to them with my fingers and my mouth all day long." Now

I must mention to you that my testicles are a VERY VERY sensitive part

of my anatomy. Any lover who works them, even for a short time, gets to

have me pretty much in their power, and this delicious slut bitch had me

captivated and bewitched with her touch and her girlish ways. I have

seen many feminine men but Bobby is such a feminine man that you tend to

forget she is not a real woman. "But", I am thinking, "Who wants a real

woman when a man can have such an indescribably soft warm creature like

this to be his lover? For she is man and woman, bitch and angel, whore

and goddess, slut and lover, all in one magnificent package!

Then after a few moments of fondling my balls, she moved her fingers

around and clasped my thick hard cock, not too tightly and not too

loosely, but just with the right amount of pressure to feel really good!

My shirt was open and my neck and chest were exposed. As we danced and

swayed, and as she rubbed my bulging tuminescence, she leaned into me

and started kissing my throat and chest. Her lips found my tits and she

began to sweetly suck my nipples, first one, then the other, and I knew

suddenly why a woman wants a man to suck her tits as he plays with her.

It was not an intellectual knowing but a deep intrinsic knowing, and a

feeling came over me that said that if I were a real woman, I'd want

Bobby to bring out the man in her and be my lover. So man or woman, I I

know I would want her with a deep, deep passion and desire that I had

never felt for any other man, queer or tgirl!

Her hands were now stroking me faster and faster and her mouth was

kissing me frantically and hungrily, GREEDILY you might say. "Honey, I

just LOVE to do this to a real man and drive him crazy", she whispered

in my ear. "And this is nothing! Just my fingers! Wait until you look at

and take my mouth and my man-cunt."

Those last words were just too much. I felt the pump in my cock quicken.

I knew that I could not contain myself. I screamed her name as the hot

liquid fuck milk shot out my my pee slit and covered her hand and the

inside of my pants. My mind must have gone blank for a moment and when

awareness return, my one hand was pressing deeply into her throat and

the other was holding her around her shoulders. She had pulled her hand

out of jeans and was licking at the residue of cum on her fingers until

they were clean of all traces of my spunk.

At first I was worried that I may have gone into a trance and hurt her

neck. But she assured me that it was alright. She said that my mild

choke hold made her hot because it reminded her of all her rape

fantasies. She said that if we ever made "real" love, that is, if we

ever went to bed, she wanted to be choked while being fucked and have

her hair pulled.

I noticed that we had danced into a dark corner so only a few people in

the bar were aware of what was happening between us, and those few

pretty much just stared and were silent. Some of them were smiling and

licking their lips. Apparently the clientelle in this bar were

accostomed to seeing all sorts of things and nothing seemed to shock

them. Still it was embarrassing to me but did not seem to bother Bobby

at all.

"Some people are looking at us", I said to her. She just smiled and

replied, "This is one fuck slut whore bitch that likes attention."

I said to her, "That might be. But I am a more private person and I'd

like to take you home with me or go home with you."

She shook her head slightly and said, "Not tonight, baby. Sorry but this

girl has to be up early tomorrow and you are just too much of a

distraction. Some other night."

I was disappointed but didn't want to pout about it. I Said, "OK, give

me your number and I will call you."

"NO", she said. "I don't gove my number out to men I meet for the first

time. We can meet here again and make plans then."

Now I was really disappointed. It felt that she was fucking with my head

and I was a little mad but still held my feelings in. Nevertheless Bobby

knew how I was feeling.

"Aw", she cooed, and caressed my face. "don't be disappointed. I

promise, we will meet up again."

"When?", I asked.

"Oh, I am in here most nights. Just come around and look for me."

Then she leaned over and kissed my face, turned around and walked out of

the bar, leaving me with wet pants and a sad heart.

I went home to an empty bed and thought about Bobby and about how

wonderful she felt, and I could not help myself from doing what anyone

would do to relive that wonderful feeling of being with her.

TO BE CONTINUED ......