It was a Wednesday night. I was alone in my apartment, having nothing to do with myself at the moment; just staring at the TV screen. Of course there was really nothing interesting on at the moment, but what else was there to do? My fiance, Amber, had gone out with her friends for the night. It wasn't uncommon for them to go out and party, in the middle of the week; especially lately. Our wedding was only a few weeks away and she had been hanging out with the girls, as often as possible. She'd had at least six bachelorette parties and I hadn't even had my bachelor party, just yet. Not that she would have anything against that; I just had not gotten around to it yet. By 9:30 I was completely annoyed with the fact, that I had nothing to do with myself. I sighed and turned off the TV, sitting forward on the couch and contemplating what I wanted to do. I decided that I wasn't going to sit around the apartment all night...I had to get out of here. I had to go somewhere and do something; I was bored out of my fucking mind. I stood up, grabbed my wallet from the lamp table and decided to take a trip to the local dive bar. Jerry's was the name of the place. I always hung out there with my friends, often enough that the bar tenders all knew who we were by name. Hell, I had even been a guest bar tender there myself, on a couple of occasions. This particular night, Jerry's was practically empty. Not surprising, since it was after all a Thursday night. I sat down and ordered a beer from Rick, the bar tender of the night and focused on the Flyers game, playing on the flat screen TV. It was a repeat of the game that took place earlier that night; I didn't mind, since I had missed it when it originally aired. As I was sitting there sipping my beer, my thoughts drifted to the wedding, only three weeks away. I had been thinking about it a lot, as of lately... Was I making the right decision? I had been with Amber, for five years now. We were in our mid twenties and we had been through quite a lot, together. I loved her and I knew that she loved me too but, sometimes I wondered if it was really meant to work out between the two of us. Amber was a sweet and loving girl, not a mean bone in her body; so why would I question myself? Truth be told, I really don't know. I guess it's normal to have cold feet sometimes, when you're getting ready for such a life changing event. I brushed it off as nothing more than nerves and told myself, this was absolutely the right decision. I wanted to marry Amber, no doubt about that. I heard the door open behind me and turned my head slightly, to see a young woman entering the bar. She was tall...taller than me, actually, she was probably around 6'2" and quite attractive. She had long blonde hair pulled into a pony tail, piercing blue eyes and a lip ring. She wore a short sleeve white t-shirt, showing off a very nice shot of cleavage. Her arms were covered in sleeves of tattoo's; I liked girls with ink. She walked past me and shot me a glance, smiling at me as she passed, then proceeded to order herself a drink. I spent a few extra moments admiring her beauty, then turned my attention back to the Flyers game. There was nothing wrong with looking, I told myself; I didn't want to seem like a creep though. About five minutes passed since this girl had entered the bar, when I felt her hand on my shoulder and I turned around to face her. "Um...h-hi?" "Hey," she smiled. Her voice was bright and cheerful and beautiful. "Mind if I sit next to you?" "Uh, sure...go right ahead." She pulled out the chair to the left of me, and sat down with her drink; Budweiser. The girl took a sip of the beer and set it down on the counter, before turning to look at me again, with a twinkle in her sparkling blue eyes. "See something you like?" "What? Oh, sorry...I didn't mean to stare or anything." "It's okay," she giggled. "I'm Leslie!" We shook hands and I smiled back at her, introducing myself to her in return. "I'm Alex." "Nice to meet you Alex; what are you doing here, all by yourself?" "I could ask you the same question," I answered, with a grin. "I'm just a lonely girl, trying to have some fun." I laughed and took a swig of my beer, before explaining to her, that I had just been sitting around my apartment and bored out of my mind. We kept talking after that and, the question of whether or not I was seeing anyone came up; I was honest with her. She seemed disappointed, when I told her that I was engaged and proceeded to tell me that she was single but looking for a guy who could "rock her world" in her own words. As we talked, we kept ordering more drinks. I paid for a few of hers, trying to be a gentlemen and she returned the favor, even though I really did not expect her to. Before I knew it, it was going on twelve o'clock at night and we were both pretty drunk at this point. With the alcohol pumping through my veins now, I had started to get a little more open about myself and was now relying on Leslie, to vent about all of my stress and confusion. I made the mistake of revealing to her, that I was a bit uneasy about the wedding and questioning my feelings towards my soon-to-be wife. "Sounds to me, like you need to explore a little..." That was very straight forward. Even more straight forward, was when she turned fully towards me and placed her hand on my lap, with a big sexy grin. Her hand quickly moved towards my groin, rubbing my cock through the fabric of my shorts. I sat there looking like a drunken idiot, trying to remind myself that this was not good...I could not go along with this, it would be completely wrong. "How many girls have you had sex with, besides Amber?" "I...t-two..but I've been with Amber for five years. I haven't slept with anyone besides her, in all that time." "And...how does that make you feel?" I laughed, thinking how much like a therapist she sounded, speaking in such a professional tone and wearing such a serious expression; I could tell it was just a poker face though. "I don't know..." "Like you might not be ready, to dedicate yourself to one girl?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Maybe...I guess...sort of..." "Sounds like you're pretty confused, to me. So I'll say it again...maybe you should explore a little, before you settle down." Her hand was still right on my cock and by this point, she had to be able to tell, that I was hard as a rock. Blame it on the alcohol I guess but, I couldn't resist anymore. So when Leslie asked me, if I wanted to go find a motel room with her...I surprised even myself by saying yes, almost right away. We finished off our drinks and left a tip for the bar tender, getting up and quickly heading out. There was a motel not too far from where we were, at that point; maybe fifteen minutes away, to be exact. It was a bit shady and honestly, I had never stayed there before that night. A lot of idiots had a tendency to hang out there, usually drug addicts meeting up with their dealers, or old perverts, hooking up with prostitutes for the night. Definitely not my idea of a good place to go...there weren't very many other options though. We checked in and were assigned to room C-3 on the third floor. As though our lives depended on it, we practically ran from the office and up the stairs to the third floor, unlocking the door and shoving it open. We stepped inside, I shut the door and locked it, then Leslie grabbed me and practically shoved her tongue down my throat. We collapsed onto the mattress and started making out; we were like a couple of horny teenagers! I had no idea what had come over me, but I had never been so aroused in my life. Despite Leslie being on top of me, I somehow managed to worm my way out of my shirt and threw it to the floor, next to the bed. Leslie removed her own shirt and I reached around, unclipped her bra and tossed that aside as well. Her tits were amazing! I pulled her forward and wrapped my lips around one of her dark brown, perky nipples, sucking at it like an infant. Leslie groaned, holding my head in place, as I continued sucking on her tits. She pushed my away suddenly and stood up on the mattress, sliding out of her pants and throwing them to the pile of clothes on the floor. Then she was on top of me again in an instant, lips pressed firmly against mine once more. She began dry humping me, the only thing separating my cock from her pussy was the thin layer of panties that she still had on. Leslie slid down to the end of the mattress, pulling my boxers down and revealing my cock. She took a few moments to simply admire it, gently stroking it and massaging my balls. "Not bad," she remarked, as though she were some sort of investigator. "Not bad?" I was about seven and a half inches, so just a bit above average I guess. I had never really had any complaints from anyone...especially Amber. Leslie didn't really seem like she was complaining but, she had a certain look that made me wonder what she was thinking; maybe she had seen bigger? My thoughts were interrupted, when she started flicking her tongue against the head of my shaft, teasing and licking it like a lolipop. I gasped and tensed up a bit, moaning as she reached up and started rubbing my nipples. Then she took the plunge...literally...wrapping her lips around my cock and swallowing all seven and a half inches. I threw my hands up in the air and ran them through my dark brown hair, arching my back and moaning loudly, as she began to deep throat my cock...and god damn was she good at it! Leslie worked my dick with her mouth like an expert, bobbing her head up and down, sucking and slurping and gagging; she looked so fucking sexy too. I admired her beauty, moving one hand through her thick, blonde hair and pushing her head down even further, until my balls were pressing against her chin. She gagged again and I could feel warm spit, running down over my balls...fuck, I was starting to get close now. Amber never sucked cock this good...not that she was bad at it, but she wasn't this good either. Leslie must have known that I was getting close, because just as I felt the pressure starting to build up...she released my cock from the warmth of her mouth and sat straight up. I sighed, staring up at her disappointed and she laughed. "Don't look so sad," she said. "There's still plenty of fun, to be had." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine, our tongues wrestling for a few moments. I could taste myself on her breath but I didn't care, at all. I flipped her over onto her back and started kissing my way from her neck, down to her breasts. I licked and sucked on her nipples, one at a time and savored the taste, as Leslie moaned and started to breathe heavier. Then I moved from her breasts, kissing my way down over her toned stomach and stopping at the elastic waist band of her panties. I hooked my thumbs under the waist band and tugged, Leslie lifted her ass up and helped me slide the undergarments down her long, smooth legs. As I slid them down, I started kissing her legs and breathing in her scent...then I felt something hard, smacking against my face. I jumped in surprise and opened my eyes, coming face to face with the biggest cock, that I had ever seen in my life. "What the fuck!?" I jumped back and practically fell off the bed, startling Leslie and she sat straight up and pulled her legs to her chest. "W-What's the matter?" "What's the matter? What the fuck do you mean, what's the matter? You have a fucking dick!?" "Fuck..." Leslie sighed and pulled her legs even closer to her chest, sliding as far away from me on the bed, as she could possibly manage. To my surprise, she looked almost as stunned as I was...why though? She had no reason to be shocked, I was the one who had just found out that she had a penis. I had made out with her, sucked her tits, felt her smooth skin...I had let her suck my cock. I'd gotten a blowjob from another man! Fuck, I felt sick all of a sudden. This could not be happening, I thought. Not only had I cheated on my fiance but, I had cheated on her with another man. No, that wasn't quite true... Leslie was a woman...or she looked like a woman. Sounded and felt like one too but, women don't have dicks. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I know this is going to sound really stupid...but I thought you knew..." I laughed, shaking my head and trying to calm my anger a little. "You're right, that does sound stupid; how the fuck would I have known? You look exactly like a girl, there is NOTHING about you, that would have given me any reason to suspect that you were anything other then a girl." "I'm sorry, okay? Just...please calm down...don't hurt me?" "Hurt you?" That took me off guard and suddenly, I felt a rush of guilt. She thought I was going to hurt her; that's not at all, something that I would have even thought about doing. I was shocked and angry sure, but I wasn't a violent person. Even if I were violent, there's no way that I could have brought myself to hurt her. I stared down at her cock; she had gone soft now. Even flaccid though, she still looked so fucking big. I understood now, why she hadn't looked totally impressed with my own cock...she really HAD seen bigger...she WAS bigger. "I'm not going to hurt you," I said, finally. "I'm just...shocked, that's all. It's not every day you take a beautiful girl home and find out, that she's packing a bigger dick then you." Leslie relaxed and giggled, moving her legs away from her chest and smiling at me. "It is bigger than yours, isn't it?" "Looks like..." "You're still hard, too; who would have seen that coming?" She was right...I was hard as a rock. My cock had not gone down for even a second, it had remained hard this entire time. I couldn't believe it and of course, it led me to start questioning myself. Thanks to the alcohol still pumping through my system, I was able to push all of that aside and forget about it...I was horny...Leslie was horny...we were already naked and we had already done so much together. Why should we stop now; just because she had a penis? No, I wanted to keep going...strangely. "You don't have to do anything, that you don't want to do." That was comforting...I had no idea what I did or did not want to do at this point. So I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth and groaning softly. I felt her cock stiffening between us; it was a strange feeling. It just made sense for me to reach down between us, wrapping my fingers around her cock and gently stroking as we kissed. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered in my ear. "You don't have to ask twice." In an instant, Leslie had flipped over onto her stomach and I was looking down at that beautiful, smooth and sexy ass. I gave it a spank and watched it jiggle, fueling my arousal. I spread her cheeks and leaned forward, buried my face between them and shoved my tongue into her hole. Leslie gasped, then let out a very long moan, as my tongue darted in and out of her asshole. I licked from her hole, down over her balls and becoming even more curious now, I even started sucking on them for a few moments. That really seemed to get a rise out of Leslie, as she gasped once again and moaned even louder than before. I was enjoying myself...but I'd had enough of the foreplay. I pushed myself up and moved forward some, positioning my throbbing cock against her asshole. Leslie eagerly pushed back against me and with a little bit of pressure, the head of my cock was in her ass, in an instant. Leslie sighed, as I slipped into her hole and she gripped the sheets while grinding her teeth together. "Fuck...you're so fucking tight," I groaned. "It's been a while..." "Like how long?" "I don't know," she laughed. "I don't bottom very much. It's probably been at least a year, since the last time I let someone fuck my ass like this." I found it funny that she had a bigger cock then me, yet here I was, sliding my dick into her asshole and not the other way around. Leslie made it clear, that she typically preferred to be the dominant one in the bedroom but, for whatever reason, she wanted me to be the one who fucked her ass tonight. That was alright with me. This was all still very new to me and like I said, I really wasn't sure how far I was willing to take this. For the moment, I was totally comfortable with just trying to forget that she even had a penis and being the one in control. I managed to get all seven and a half inches of my cock, into Leslie's tight ass and when I bottomed out, I moved my hands to her hips and pulled her to me. "FUCK!" She yelped, as I wrapped my arms around her and thrust forward. Without a word, I began pounding her ass. Long, hard strokes, our bodies smacking together, the bed creaking underneath of us. I started playing with her tits and kissing and sucking on her neck. I looked over her shoulder and I could see her own, huge cock, flopping around as I fucked her ass. She reached down between her legs and wrapped her hand around her dick, stroking it furiously and moaning with pleasure. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me!" I pushed her forward; face down, ass up. Then I really let loose and started fucking, like there was no tomorrow. Between her moaning and panting and my grunting, whoever had the room under ours, had to be wide awake and fully aware of what we were doing upstairs. I could feel Leslie's ass squeezing my cock, clamping down around me and clenching it tightly; she was cumming. I reached under her and my hand found her cock, and sure enough, I could feel it pulsating and something wet and warm ran down my fingers. As her body continued to shake and she moaned my name, louder and louder each time, I felt my own orgasm approaching. Moving my hand away from her cock and back to her hips, I started hammering away now. Leslie was feeling good and now it was my turn; I wanted to cum, so bad. I felt her tightening her ass around my cock once again, and that was all it took. With a grunt, I buried myself balls deep in her ass and let loose. My body shook and I moaned and moaned, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I erupted deep inside of her. My cum filled her ass, until I had completely drained my balls and then I fell forward and pushed her into the mattress. Holding her hands above her head, I kissed the back of her neck, gently thrusting in and out of her ass for a few more seconds, until my cock began to soften and slipped out of her gaping hole. I rolled over onto my back and pulled Leslie on top of me, bringing her closer to kiss her on the lips. I looked over to where she had been laying a few moments earlier, to find a pool of cum on the sheets; it was her cum. I really made her shoot, quite a big fucking load. "Looks like you made a big mess." "I made a mess? You made a mess!" She gave me a playful slap on the chest and kissed my forehead. By now the alcohol was beginning to wear off and we were exhausted. Leslie stayed on top of me, resting her head on my chest for a few minutes and I kept my arms wrapped around her. Eventually she rolled over, and I turned onto my side and wrapped my arms around her again; we were asleep within minutes. I woke to the smell of cigarettes, beer, sweat and dry cum. Lifting my head from the pillow, I took in the unfamiliar surroundings of the motel room that we had paid for. It took about a minute for me to even remember, where the hell I was. "Shit..." It was 10:00 in the morning and obviously, the alcohol had worn off long ago. Now that I was sober, I realized what I had done... I had cheated on Amber. Not only that, I had cheated on Amber with a transsexual! Leslie had a dick and although I had been the one fucking her, she was definitely much larger than I was. I felt a rush of shame and guilt, quickly overcoming me and the urge to throw up became very strong. Not because I was disgusted by the fact that I had slept with a transsexual; because I knew, that I had fucked up. That I had cheated on my girlfriend of five years, my soon-to-be wife...on top of that, I had even enjoyed it...probably more than I enjoyed sex with Amber, or any other genetic woman for that matter. I looked towards the other side of the bed and noticed then, that Leslie was not lying beside me anymore. Sitting up, I could hear what sounded like the shower running in the bathroom. Leslie was in the shower... I decided at that moment, that I had to get the fuck out of there. What happened the night before, had been a lot of fun...but it never should have happened. It had to remain a one night stand and honestly, I didn't really want to have to explain that or discuss it with Leslie; I just wanted to get moving. I jumped out of bed and started scrambling around the room, trying to collect every article of clothing that I had discarded the night before. Once I was fully dressed, I slipped out of the room, just as Leslie was stepping out of the shower. I felt guilty for just taking off and not saying a word to her but, it had to be that way. I raced to the nearby bus stop and hopped on the first bus, that pulled up. I was home, safe and sound in my apartment, within half an hour. When I got home, I was relieved to find that Amber had already left for work that morning. I didn't have to worry about explaining where I was, or why I smelled like sex. There was a note on the kitchen table however, telling me to call her when I got a chance; clearly, she wanted to know why I had not come home the night before. I sighed and removed my clothes, right in the middle of the living room and rushed towards the bathroom. Throwing my clothes into the washer, I turned the shower on and stepped under the hot water. I groaned and leaned against the wall behind me, allowing the water to rinse away the smell of alcohol and sex. Next, it was time to try and erase the guilt that I felt. I called Amber and told her I had been really drunk the night before, so I wound up staying at a friends house; she believed it. When I hung up the phone, I went straight for the fridge and grabbed a beer, cracking it open and taking a very long swig. It took me a few hours to get myself together, but by the time Amber got home from work, I was feeling a lot more relaxed. I couldn't tell her what I had done...I didn't have the heart. So the best thing I could do, was try to forget that it ever happened and just move on with my life. In three weeks time, we would be a married couple...there was no reason Amber ever had to find out, about Leslie or anything that we had done together. My secret was totally safe; or so I thought. About three days later, I was at work on a Monday morning. Working as a construction worker, my job kept me very busy throughout the day. I was involved in road construction and we had been re-doing a very large section of a local highway, a project that had been ongoing now for the past six months. Being late June, it was definitely a pain in the ass. Long hours every day, from 9:00 in the morning until 6:00 in the evening and by the time it was over, you were sweating your ass off and absolutely exhausted. I was looking forward to the week long vacation I had requested, for my wedding. It was just half an hour until lunch, when the day took a turn for the worst. I looked up from the task that I was handling at that particular moment and who did I see, standing just a few feet away? Leslie. "What...the fuck," I muttered to myself, completely stunned to see her standing there and smiling at me. I dropped what I was doing and quickly started walking in her direction, a million questions rushing through my head at that exact moment. "What are you doing here," I asked, desperate for an answer. "Hello to you, too." "Leslie...why are you here? How did you even know where to find me, for that matter?" "I looked you up online," she replied, as though it were nothing. "Okay...why?" "Why do you think," she asked, answering my question with another question. "You straight up ditched me at the motel, the other day. I just thought you owed me an explanation." "I'm sorry..." "It's alright...well, not really. Look I would like to talk to you but, I don't want to get you in trouble at work. When is lunch?" I pulled my phone out and checked the time; "ten minutes from now," I replied. "Okay then. We'll talk then, sound good?" It's not like I had a choice. She didn't even let me answer, before turning away from me and walking off across the street. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, matted to my sweaty forehead. I couldn't have shit like this happening, especially not at work! Half the people I worked with, were actually pretty good friends of mine. That being said, they knew Amber too and they of course knew that we were getting married soon. If they saw some random girl showing up at work to talk to me, they would probably wonder what it was about and word might make it's way back to my fiance; that would be very bad. When I clocked out for my lunch break, I found Leslie waiting for me across the street, next to her parked car. "I didn't know you had a car," I said, as I stepped up to her. "I was drinking the night we met," she said. "I don't drink and drive." "Right...so...what's this all about?" "It's about you and me," she replied, leaning against the drivers side of her car. "Don't you want to talk about what we did?" "There's nothing to talk about...we had sex...it was a one night stand and that's all there is to it." "That simple, huh? Just fuck me and ditch me?" "I'm engaged," I said, raising my voice a little higher than I wanted. "I'm getting married, in two weeks! What we did last Thursday never should have happened. I cheated on my fiance with you, and I think it goes without saying...I would rather just forget what happened and hope she doesn't find out." "That sounds understandable, but there's one issue..." "And that is?" "I'm pregnant." My heart skipped a beat and I felt a wave of panic creeping up on me...then common sense set in and I sighed, shaking my head. "Leslie, I'm pretty sure you can't get pregnant...you have a dick." With that said, Leslie cracked a grin and began to giggle. She was fucking with me, of course; I had known that obviously. If I hadn't been annoyed with this whole situation before, then I certainly was now. I was more than annoyed, I was quickly becoming very pissed off and losing my patience with her. "You think this is a joke?" "No, of course not! I'm just trying to break the tension," she replied. "So why the fuck are you doing this? Why are you here?" "Because, I felt a connection with you the other night. I really enjoyed being with you and I know, you feel the same way. You could have turned me down right away, when I started coming on to you but you didn't. Why? Because, you wanted me as much as I wanted you." What the fuck was she trying to get at? "You wanted to prove to yourself, that you really wanted to marry Amber. So you slept with me and you got your answer, and now you don't know how to accept the answer." "Fine," I snapped finally. "I enjoyed it, okay? I really, really enjoyed myself...a lot. But it can't happen again. I'm getting married to Amber and this has to stay between the two of us." Leslie laughed and suddenly, she looked rather sadistic and I felt my stomach turn with anxiety. "You know, you never even returned the favor." "The...favor?" "I gave you the best blowjob of your life and you never returned the favor...way to leave a girl with blue balls." "Blue balls? You came like a fucking fire hydrant!" "Well yeah, from you fucking me. I told you though; I'm more of a top. That being said, you fucked me really good but I was looking forward to getting a piece of that ass. I was going to try and talk you into it the morning after, but when I got out of the shower, you were already gone; so fucking rude dude." "Sorry, okay? Look...lunch is almost over. I have to get-" "Just hold on a second," she said, interrupting me. She had that sparkle in her eye, the same sparkle she'd had the night that we first met a week earlier. "It's not going to be that easy, to get me off your back Alex." "What the fuck does that mean?" "It means...if you want me to stay quiet about what we did last week, you're going to have to earn my silence." "Are you black mailing me?" "You could say that," she shrugged. "How's this; you meet me this Friday night, back at the same motel we hung out at last week. We spend the night together and if I'm satisfied in the morning...I'll leave you alone for good." "Leslie..." "Take it or leave it Alex, but if you say no..." "You'll tell Amber..." "Exactly. So? What's it gonna be?" She really had me here; I couldn't believe, this was happening. Leslie was a funny girl, she seemed so nice last week...this was definitely not something, that I would have expected from her. I wondered whether or not she was just bluffing; she didn't know where I lived, as far as I knew. The only thing she knew was where I worked, so how could she tell Amber anything? Then I realized...if she had gotten the information on my job, surely she could figure out much more than that. Phone numbers, family members, friends...my address. Leslie was clearly a very smart girl and if she wanted to get a hold of Amber, I was pretty sure she could pull it off. If I wanted to prevent all of this from getting out, then I was going to have to play along. "Fine...what time?" "8:00 sound good?" I just nodded my head and Leslie smiled, satisfied with my decision. "Now, how about a kiss?" "Are you serious? I have co-workers, right across the street!" "And your point is?" "Their not just my co-workers; they're my friends. They know Amber and if they see me making out with some girl, don't you think they'll go right to Amber?" "Oh relax sweetie," she laughed. "Come here!" Leslie grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me around the corner, into a blind spot, where no one across the street could see a thing; that did nothing to calm my nerves. Leslie didn't care though, as she pulled me to her and crushed her lips against mine, shoving her tongue into my mouth. To my own surprise, I melted right into her lips. She was a sadistic bitch, black mailing me like this and threatening to ruin my relationship with Amber. When she kissed me though, I just couldn't help it; her lips were so soft and she tasted like strawberries. I kissed her back and we stood there, making out for a few moments, before she finally broke away from me and winked. "See you Friday night." With that, she turned and walked away, swaying her hips from left to right as she walked down the street and showed off that perfect ass. The kiss was over now and I felt guilty, once again. My mind was racing, as I thought about what was going to happen that coming Friday night. What exactly would she want to do with me, this time? That was a ridiculous question I realized, I knew exactly what she was going to want to do with me. Leslie was going to fuck me. She would want me to suck her cock and when I was done, she would bend me over and fuck my ass, just like I had fucked hers last week. Would it hurt? Maybe it would feel good... Fuck, what the hell had I gotten myself into? Friday arrived much faster then I would have liked. I went to work that morning, spending the entire shift, thinking about Leslie and what would happen that night. I was nervous as all hell and my stomach was in knots, the entire day. The only good thing about all of this, was that Amber was still clueless. I got a text message around the middle of my shift and didn't recognize the phone number; I knew who it was though. It was obviously Leslie. I didn't even bother asking how she had gotten my number...I expected something like this to happen. The message read, that I should bring a bottle of whiskey and some beer with me to the motel. She said the door would be unlocked, so I could just walk right in without knocking. I replied, telling her I would bring whatever she wanted, as long as it would help her keep her mouth shut...there was no response to that. I finished up my shift and went home, taking a four and a half hour nap. I woke up at about 6:30 and took a shower. Amber was working late that night and I had texted her, telling her I was going out for a few drinks...obviously, that was some what of a lie. The one issue was of course, I wouldn't be coming home that night and I wasn't exactly sure how to cover my ass on that one yet; I would figure it out the next day. With all the lying and going out and staying out all night, I could only hope that Amber wouldn't start to suspect something on her own. All of this would be for nothing, if she found out by herself what was happening. The motel wasn't more then half an hour from my house, so I left at around 7:15 and jumped on the bus. There was a beer store right next to the motel, so I figured I could just grab the booze from there. Once I had acquired the alcoholic beverages, along with a pack of cigarettes for her and another for myself, I made my way next door to the motel. Up the stairs to the second floor and directly to the same room, that we had been in a week earlier. As Leslie had said in the text message earlier that day, the door was unlocked. I walked right in, to find Leslie, lying spread-eagle on the bed. Her cock was standing straight up and god damn, it looked so much bigger than I remembered it looking before. "You're late," she said, with a grin. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and gave her a sour look. "I'm only two minutes late...big deal." "I'm joking," she replied, sitting up and stroking her cock. "Did you bring everything I asked for?" I held up the bag with the beer and bottle of whiskey, for her to see and she giggled, looking satisfied. "Shut the door, let's take some shots!" "Shots? You want to take shots with me? I thought..." "Oh we'll get to that," she laughed. "But let's just lighten the mood a little, first. I don't want you to be too tense or nervous." I figured a little bit of alcohol would be nice, to help ease my nerves. I was incredibly nervous. Leslie hopped out of the bed and I close the door, locking it and walking towards the table next to the window. I set the bag down and pulled out a twelve pack of Bud Light, along with a bottle of Canadian Whiskey. Leslie had brought some red solo cups and we used them, to substitute the shot glasses. I poured us both a "shot" of the whiskey and we raised our cups, banging them lightly against each other, before throwing them back. I cringed, my eyes watering and my throat burning...this was some really strong shit, I thought to myself. "Mm, wow! That's good stuff!" Leslie yelled, setting her cup down. "Yeah...fucking strong," I croaked. Leslie grabbed a bottle of Bud Light, popping the cap off and taking a long swig to wash down the whiskey. I followed her actions and chased down the bitter taste, with my own bottle of beer. Next, Leslie sat down in one of the table chairs and leaned back. She stared up at me with a seductive grin, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around her flaccid cock. Leslie began to stroke herself once again and I watched, amazed as her cock quickly rose to attention once again. "S-So...what are we going to do tonight?" "I told you," she replied. "You're going to return the favor." "Meaning what, exactly?" "I want you to suck my cock, silly." "Right...I've...I've never done anything like that, before." "It's not hard...well, it is HARD if you know what I mean." Maybe it was the alcohol but, I couldn't help but laugh a little at her humor. The mood was definitely much lighter then it was, when I first arrived a few minutes ago. I was starting to feel less and less nervous, though I still wished I didn't have to do this. "I guess...let's do it, then?" I stepped forward and was about to get down on my knees, but she stopped me. "Hold on just a second," she laughed. "Why don't you ditch the clothes...and make it a show?" Make it a show...she really wasn't making this easy. I stepped back and slowly pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor and standing in front of her for a moment. She sized me up and admired my muscular arms, my well toned abs. I watched, as she licked her lips and her cock seemed to harden even more. Then slowly, I hooked my thumbs under the elastic waist band of my shorts and slid them about halfway down. "Stop," she said, and I did as she demanded. I only had my shorts halfway down, to my knees and she seemed to be thinking for a moment. "Turn around and show me that ass," she said, after a long pause. I turned around and bent over, pulling my shorts the rest of the way down, exposing my ass for her sight. I could feel the cool air blowing against my bare skin now and I could practically feel Leslie, staring at me from behind. "Move towards me." I backed up some, until I was right in front of her and then jumped in surprise, when her hand slapped quite hard against my ass. Then she repeated herself, smacking me again and spreading my cheeks, to get a look at my tight little rosebud. "Mm, you are so fucking sexy. Now turn around and face me." Once again, I obeyed and turned to face her. She sized me up and down again and then wrapped her fingers around my cock and started to stroke. I was a bit surprised, since I thought she wanted me to pleasure her but, I wasn't going to complain. Leslie stroked my cock, pumping it nice and slow at first. She took her other hand and moved it up my stomach and over my chest, gently playing with one of my nipples. Then suddenly, she had stopped. Her hand released my cock and she smiled up at me and motioned for me to drop to my knees. I got down between her legs and her cock was now mere inches, from my face. I could feel the heat against my lips and smell the musky aroma, breathing it in through my nose and struggling to stifle a low moan. My cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum...why was this happening? She was black mailing me and I was horny? "Go ahead and give it a taste," Leslie said, softly. Still just a little reluctant, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Just a "little taste" was not what Leslie really wanted though. The moment I parted my lips, she grabbed a fistfull of my hair and shoved my head down, giving me a mouthfull of cock. I gagged, as she shoved her cock all the way to the back of my throat and held it there for a few seconds. Then she released me and allowed me to pull back some, before shoving my head down all the way again. She continued this, basically fucking my mouth and not being gentle at all about it. "That's it baby," Leslie moaned. "Suck my fucking cock. Just like I did for you, suck it nice and good. Use more tongue!" I followed her instructions, using my tongue and swirling it around the head of her shaft, each time that she pulled my head back. Then she would plunge straight into my throat again, gagging me with each thrust that she delivered. She pushed me down and held my head in place, wrapping her legs around my neck to prevent me from pulling away. My nose was pressed up against her pubic, her pubic hair tickling my nostrils and her balls mashed up against my chin. I could feel my face turning red and hot, as I struggled to breathe through my nose. "Fuuuck," Leslie moaned. She released my head and I pulled all the way back, taking her cock out of my mouth and gasping for air. Sweat was already forming on my forehead and Leslie was smiling down at me, pre-cum oozing from the tip of her throbbing dick. "You're better at this, then I expected. Are you sure you've never sucked cock before?" "I'm very sure of that," I replied, my voice a bit scratchy. "Hmm...well, I am very impressed. How about another shot?" I figured why not, maybe the whiskey would ease the ache in my throat that I now had. We threw back two more shots each, chasing them both down with a swig of the beer. Then I watched, as Leslie lit a cigarette and leaned back in the chair. "I would like it if you would continue now, please." In no position to protest, I moved between her legs again. This time, Leslie allowed me to take control of the situation. I took her cock in my hand and began rubbing it all over my face, licking the head and swirling my tongue around it, in a teasing manner. I ran my tongue down the length of her shaft and to her balls, licking and sucking on them for a change. Then back up to the head and wrapping my lips around it, I swallowed it whole. "Mmm, very nice..." Leslie lifted her legs up once again, wrapping them around my neck again and using them to force my head down just like before. I gagged and grunted, my face turning beat red again. I felt sweat running down my forehead, as I struggled to breathe. "God, you look so fucking sexy like that." She released me for just a moment, allowing me to take in a small amount of air and then forced my head back down again and held it there. Leslie continued this for a couple of minutes, occasionally allowing me to breathe for a few moments but mostly suffocating me. She finally let it go, just as I felt like I was about to pass out. I felt dizzy and the room was spinning, my vision fuzzy and everything sounded like I was under water. "You alrigh there, sexy boy?" "Uh...y-yeah, I'll be alright." "Good," she replied, pressing her foot against my chest and shoving me back onto my ass. Lesllie stood up and towered over me, her cock hanging right in front of my face. She stared down at me and took a drag of her cigarette, brushing her blonde hair out of her face and smiling. "Go get on the bed," she ordered. I pushed myself up on shaking legs, grabbed my beer and walked towards the mattress. I laid down and watched, as Leslie dug through a bag that she had sitting on one of the other table chairs. She retrieved what looked like two very large dildo's, one of them bigger than the other. One looked to be about six inches and the other had to be at least eight or nine...almost the same size as Leslie's very real cock. "What are we doing?" "Oh nothing," Leslie replied. "Just going to get you nice and prepped, before I stick my big fat cock, in that tight virgin ass. We don't want it to be too painful for you, right?" She tossed the two sex toys onto the bed, narrowly missing my face. They landed right beside me, on her side of the mattress. She then retrieved a bottle of Lube from the bag and started walking towards me. "Spread them legs for me baby!" She pushed my legs apart, pushing them back against my chest and once again admiring my asshole. She leaned in close, burying her face between my cheeks. I gasped, feeling her hot, wet tongue against my asshole. Poking and probing, shoving her tongue inside of me and groaning as she did so. It was a very strange sensation but, admittedly it wasn't that bad. As Leslie continued eating my ass, she reached up and took my cock in her hand and started stroking. I have to admit, the combination of her tongue fucking me and stroking my cock...it was intense. Even more intense, when she started switching it up some. She moved her tongue along my perineum and to my balls, sucking and licking them. She worked her way from my balls, up the length of my cock and swallowed it whole. I gasped and gripped the bed sheets as she started to deep throat my throbbing dick. Up and down she bobbed her head, sucking and slurping and I was feeling like I was in heaven. That's when I felt it; some sort of pressure against my anus. It took a few moments for me to realize, it was Leslie's index finger. She pushed forward and I gasped, as I felt her finger slide right into me. She pushed deeper until she was up to her knuckle, then began working her finger in and out, nice and slowly at first. All the while, she continued to suck my cock and that seemed to keep me distracted from the fact, that she was prepping me for her own cock. One finger quickly turned into two fingers, knuckles deep inside of me and by this point, I was writhing around and moaning in pleasure. Fuck, I cursed myself. I was enjoying all of this WAY to fucking much. Anymore and I worried, that she might actually manage to make me cum just from her fingers and that beautiful fucking mouth of hers. She stopped sucking, as if she sensed my approaching orgasm and then slowly withdrew both of her fingers. I sighed and lay my head back on the pillow, almost disappointed that she had stopped. Just a few seconds later though, I felt something else pressing against my hole...it was one of the two sex toys that she had. The smaller one, that I suspected was around six inches. I heard her open the bottle of lube and pour some all over the dildo, stroking it until it was nice and slick. Then again, she pressed the tip to my hole and gently pushed it forward. I tensed up, gasped and dug my nails into the sheets. This was much more than just a couple of fingers! With a low but audible pop, the toy slipped right into my ass and I gave a loud yelp. "Agah!" "Relax," Leslie said, trying to soothe me. "You're okay." She pushed forward and I felt the toy sliding into my ass, deeper and deeper, until it had bottomed out. Then she held it still for a few moments and wrapped her lips around my cock again, sucking me off and fucking me with her toy at the same time. She moved the toy in and out, slowly at first; careful not to harm me. Gradually, the pace increased until she was shoving all six inches of that silicone cock in and out of me. I was on the verge of cumming and I cursed myself, trying to keep myself from blowing my load. Did I really want to stop myself though? Fuck, this felt good. Why should I deny that? "I-I'm gonna...cum!" Without a word, Leslie continued moving the toy in and out of my ass and sucking. Then with a loud grunt, I raised my ass off of the mattress and cried out in pleasure. I felt my hole clenching around the silicone toy, squeezing it tightly as my cock began to throb and pulsate. I let loose a load of cum so big, that I swore I could keep on cumming forever. I was amazed at how easily Leslie swallowed every single drop. She did eventually have to back up some, to catch her breath and the remainder of my fluids covered her face and breasts. Leslie laughed, pulling the dildo from my ass, as my orgasm began to subside. I sunk back into the mattress and suddenly felt as light as a feather. This intense feeling of calmness, had washed over me; it was like nothing I had ever felt before. "You seemed to enjoy that quite a bit," she smiled. "I...guess..." "Well congratulations; you just had your first ever prostate orgasm." I had no idea how to feel about that, truth be told. I knew that it had been mind blowing, possibly the best orgasm I had ever experienced; I also knew that we were only just getting started. Leslie rolled out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, cleaning her face and returning just moments later. "You know, we're nowhere near done; don't go falling asleep on me." "I'm good," I replied, sitting up some. "Good! Want another beer?" I accepted the offer and she handed me an unopened bottle, of Bud Light. I opened it and took a long swig, the cold fluid seemed so refreshing to me at that moment. I set the bottle down on the nightstand and watched, as Leslie grabbed the bottle of lube again. "Turn over onto your stomach, for me." She grabbed the other dildo now; the one much bigger than the first. I watched as she lubed the toy up nice and good and I rolled over, onto my stomach. Leslie climbed back onto the mattress and though I couldn't see, I felt the tip of the new toy pressing against my hole. I was still pretty loose from the first one, and with the lube that she had used, the toy slipped right into me with ease. I moaned, as Leslie pushed it all the way into me without hesitation. I moaned again, softer this time, as Leslie began thrusting the larger dildo in and out of me. I was starting to shake and sweat a little more, as she tickled my balls at the same time. The bed shifted and second later, I felt her sucking on my balls, the dildo still deep inside of me. She seemed to be pressing it right against the exact spot she needed to, because my cock was hard as a rock again. I didn't think I could get that hard so fast, after having such an intense orgasm a few minutes earlier. Leslie continued working my ass with the dildo for a few minutes. Maybe it's because she was being so gentle but, it didn't seem to be as intense as the first one had been. It definitely felt good but, I didn't feel like I was in any danger of cumming anytime soon. "You alright there?" she whispered in my ear. "Mmm...I'm good..." "Good." That's when I felt her pull the dildo out, the bed shifted again and I felt something much larger pressing against my hole...another toy? No, this felt different. It was warm and fleshy and it felt...alive. My eyes went wide, realizing then that this was the real thing! Before I could protest, Leslie pushed forward and I gasped, grunting in discomfort and a little bit of pain. I was loose enough at this point, that Leslie just slipped right into me. It was still a bit uncomfortable at first but, she took it slow and steady. My whole body was trembling and I buried my face in the pillow, stifling a loud moan, as she quickly bottomed out. "How's that feel?" "Ohhhh god!" "You like it?" I couldn't answer that question. My mind was racing, in a million different directions at once. I had no fucking clue, what I was feeling at that moment in time; it was just a lot to take in. When she received no response, Leslie pulled her cock back some and slammed forward again. I gasped, my eyes practically bulging out of their sockets and slumped forward. "Fuck!" I yelped. She smacked my ass, then grabbed me by the hips; that's when things really got serious. Leslie wasn't going to take it easy on me anymore. She had spent the last few minutes, loosening me up and prepping me for the real deal. Now it was time to show me what it felt like, to have a real cock fuck my ass. She was so damn horny from the blowjob I had given her earlier and from watching me squirm, as she had fucked me with those two dildos. She just wanted to get herself off now. It wouldn't take too long, either. Pushing me down against the mattress and applying her full body weight, Leslie began hammering away at my ass. She was fast and she was rough, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. The harder she fucked me, the more it started to hurt. If she had taken it slower on me, then I probably would have enjoyed myself a little more. Regardless, I found it interesting that my own cock was still hard as a rock. Leslie's mouth was right next to my ear, and I felt her hot tongue licking my earlobe. I could hear her breathing heavier and heavier and I knew, she must be getting close now. "Fuck...fuckfuckfuck! Alex...I'm gonna...cum!" I buried my face in the pillow again, ignoring the ache in my ass now and pushing back against her. It hurt but it felt so fucking good, at the same time...it didn't make any sense to me. Leslie was panting and sweating now, her nipples digging into my back and sucking on my earlobe. She started moaning louder and louder, then with a grunt, she buried herself deep in my ass. I felt her cock twitch and throb, pulsating as it erupted inside of me and pumped her cum into my aching hole. Leslie moaned and moaned, as her cock throbbed. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave and when it was over, she laughed and kissed the back of my neck. I felt her pulling back and her cock sliding out of my hole, cum leaking out and running down my perineum. Leslie lay beside me now, still trying to catch her breath, her skin glistening with sweat. "Sorry if I was a bit too rough," she said, smiling at me. "Did it hurt?" "Honestly? Yeah...but it felt good too, if that makes sense." She laughed, running her nails down my back and causing me to shiver from the sensation. Leslie sat forward and smacked my ass, before spreading the cheeks to admire her handy work. "My, my, you are gaping! Maybe I was a little too rough...you didn't get to cum yourself, did you?" "I...well...n-no..." "Well, would you want to go another round? I'll be gentle this time, I promise." I thought about it for a moment and remembered...this wasn't supposed to be something that I enjoyed. I was doing this to keep Leslie from telling Amber, that we had fucked in the first place. In a sense, I wasn't here for my pleasure; I was here to please Leslie, so she would stay quiet. "I think I'm good, thank you." "Hmm...well, too bad. Because I want to go another round." Great, I thought to myself. Before I could say anything, Leslie had planted her ass on my chest and shoved her cock down my throat. I gagged, tasting myself on her dick, as she started to mouth fuck me. It didn't take long before she was nice and hard again, at which point she withdrew from my mouth and moved back between my legs. She lifted them up over her shoulders, grabbed her cock and guided it back into my asshole. I bit my lip, closing my eyes and grunting, as she started thrusting in and out again. True to her word, Leslie seemed to be much gentler this time around. She was fucking me hard but nowhere near as hard, as she had the first time around. In missionary position, it even seemed to feel really...REALLY fucking good. Especially when she suddenly started licking, kissing and sucking on my neck. Driving her cock deeper and deeper into my asshole, Leslie sucked on my neck and at that moment, every nerve ending in my ass seemed to come alive. I began writhing around underneath of her, panting and moaning...like a total fucking bitch. These sounds were foreign to my ears and I wished that I could stop making them but, Leslie had me under her complete and total control. She was dominating me, owning me like a fucking slave. The next thing I knew, Leslie had moved her lips from my neck and crushed them against my own. Her tongue slipped easily into my mouth and we both moaned, as we kissed passionately. Her thrusting seemed to slow at that moment and it no longer seemed, like she was fucking me like some little slut. Now, it was more like she was...making love to me? We switched positions, Leslie rolling onto her back and pulling me on top of her. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and pulled me close, sucking on my nipples, as I slowly rode her cock. Then we resumed our make out session, tongues wrestling. My cock was trapped between our two bodies, mashed up against Leslie's stomach and the friction added to the pleasure of her cock in my ass. Our breathing intensified and I realized, we were both on the verge of cumming. Without warning we both cried out in pleasure, our bodies shaking violently as we both achieved our orgasms at the exact same moment. As Leslie's cock twitched and pulsated inside of me, my own cock erupted and I screamed in pleasure. I covered her belly, her breasts and my own stomach with warm, sticky cum. I felt her pumping her warm seed into my asshole, until we had both emptied our balls. At that moment, I collapsed against her and we both lay perfectly still, panting and sweating together. I rolled off of her after a few moments, the room spinning and we both stared up at the ceiling. "For someone who isn't gay, you sure sounded like a bitch just now...change your mind yet?" I glanced over at her, the guilt and shame setting in now. Once again, I didn't feel ashamed because I had enjoyed what I had done; I felt ashamed, because I had cheated on Amber. I didn't want Leslie to know that though, so I shook my head and tried my best to look pissed off at her. "I just..." "You just what?" I had no response. I literally couldn't think of ANYTHING to say at that moment. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was past midnight at this point. I rolled out of bed and grabbed my shorts, pulling my cell phone from the pocket. I had two missed calls and of course, they were both from Amber. "What's the matter," Leslie asked. "I...didn't tell Amber I was staying out all night. I don't know what to say to her as an excuse. I feel bad for even having to lie to her in the first fucking place." "Just tell her, you're staying at a friends house." Leslie's suggestion sounded logical but, I had used the same excuse the week before. I wasn't sure if Amber would fall for that, twice. Why would I want to stay the night with her, anyway? I was here to make sure she kept her silence, like she had promised me she would; not to have some kind of love affair. Regardless, I couldn't go home after all of that anyway. This late at night, smelling like sex, cigarettes and booze...limping because of my sore and gaping asshole. Surely Amber would know SOMETHING had happened, if I came home in this condition. Staying with Leslie was the best thing to do, I just had to hope that Amber would believe my excuse again. "You'll keep your end of the deal, right?" Leslie smiled at me and sat up in the bed, stretching and cocking her head to the side. "Nope." Plain and simple, just like that; was this another fucking joke? Because if it was, then it wasn't funny, not in the least fucking bit. "What the hell do you mean, you promised-" "I didn't promise you a thing," Leslie laughed. "I said that I would stay quiet, if you met me here at the motel...IF I felt satisfied, after it was said and done." "And what, you're not satisfied? You came twice! I sucked your cock, you fucked my ass...TWO TIMES...I did everything you wanted me to do and I didn't resist!" "I know," she agreed. "There's just one small problem." "And that is?" Leslie stood up and walked across the room, her cock swinging between her legs as she approached me and stopped just in front of me. "I want you...all to myself. And I know you want me too. I know you loved what we just did and you loved it last week, as well. You're just afraid to admit to any of that. So here's the new deal, okay?" New deal? What the fuck!? "I'm gonna help you come to terms, with who you really are. From this point forward, you're my little bitch; got it? You'll do whatever I want, whenever I want and you'll love it. I know you will! Of course, if you refuse..." "You'll tell Amber..." "You got it," she laughed. "There's nothing for me to come to terms with," I yelled, angrily now. "What, do you think I'm gay or something?" "Maybe...or at least bisexual." "I'm not either of those! I'm straight and I'm in love, with a woman who has a fucking pussy!" "But do you like pussy, as much as you like my cock?" "I don't like cock at all!" "I think that's a load of shit," Leslie said, hands on her hips now. "You've probably never had an orgasm as intense as that, from any girl you've ever fucked in the past; right?" I sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and burying my face in my palms. "If I agree with this...new plan...you will definitely keep your mouth shut...right?" "You have my word," she smiled. "Fine..." "An excellent decision, my sexy little slave. Now, let's get some sleep!" We crawled into bed together and Leslie snuggled up close to me, resting her head on my chest. It wasn't long before she was sound asleep. Me though? I was up half the night, staring at the ceiling and obsessing over everything that was going wrong in my life now. Was it so wrong, though? The cheating part was fucked up sure but, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I had enjoyed what I had done with Leslie. Last week AND tonight. What the fuck was wrong with me?
