It’s 11 PM in this sleepy provincial town. I’m a horny student, no luck with girls, cock throbbing for release. Nights out are perfect cover. I cruise the wide avenues, slow enough to spot working girls swaying by bus stops or leaning out cars. No accidents here. Turn right onto the quays. There—green Opel Corsa, door open, stockinged leg and shiny black pump dangling. Jackpot. Heart races. I drive past once, loop back quick. No one behind me. Pull up level, window down.
“Evening.”
The Awakening
“Evening. Blowjob 40, full fuck 60, sweetie.”
Her voice hits hard. Instant hard-on. Silky legs, heels gleaming. I drink in details fast.
“Full fuck’s good.”
“Follow me.”
She starts up, headlights on, pulls out. I tail her. Fifty meters, left over the river bridge. Two hundred along the bank, left again into a shadowed riverside path under bridges. She stops, kills lights. I park by the wall, engine off. Hands shake. Excitement builds. Unlock, step out, circle to her passenger side. Slide in. Cock strains, pre-cum leaking. Pure bliss already.
“Blow or fuck?”
“Fuck.”
“60 then.” I peel off bills—heavy wallet tonight, no skimping. She pockets cash, unbuttons blouse. Gorgeous tits in push-up bra. “Get comfy, drop those pants.”
Pants down, cock rock-hard. She strokes thighs, cups balls. Sees I’m ready, rolls condom on expert. Dives down. Sigh of heaven. Eyes shut—her mouth sucks deep, tongue swirls, throat engulfs. Hands roam my chest. Peek open: blonde hair veils face, lips wrapped on my head. Strong hands, french tips. Gaze legs, hike skirt—feel ass curve, string bikini.
She pauses. “Like it?”
“Fuck yes. Touch you too?”
“Go for it.”
The Act Unleashed
Seat back, reclines. I dive into cleavage, tweak nipples through lace, suck tits. She arches, moans soft. Bold now—kiss neck, ear. Her hand in my hair, pulls me. Tongues clash, hungry French. Hands on legs, up thighs—silky. Grip ass, inner thighs. Hit neon pink string. No shock. Her cock stiff under it. She’s a t-girl, horny as me. Legs spread wide. I stroke it firm.
Not my first dick jerk, but this? Femme perfection—skin soft, scent intoxicating, stockings, heels. Plus shaved hard cock. “Suck you?”
“Yeah, baby.”
Bend over console, gobble her. Smooth, divine. She bucks, fucks my mouth. Paid for her to wreck me—best bad deal ever.
Minutes later, she pulls me up, kisses, gropes ass, jerks me. “Fuck me or me fuck you?”
Want her in me bad. Hesitate. “You first, then me.”
Bullshit—we know. She grins. “Kneel back seat full recline, ass up.”
Scramble, knees on seat, arched like a bitch in heat. She caps up—thick, stubby cock. Eyes devour it. She lubes heavy, cold gel drips crack. Spreads on hole with tip. “Relax, slut. Gonna wreck you good.”
Push back, crave it. Gland nudges. Slips in—burns sharp. She freezes, then inches deep. Hands grip hips. Starts pumping slow, builds thrust. God, full. I surrender. “Harder! Fuck me!”
“Love this tight ass, baby. So good.” She milks my cock while pounding. I explode—huge spurts in rubber, moaning like a whore. Beg more. She ramps up, bites neck, rails hard. “Cum in me! Fill it!”
She tenses, grunts, pumps seed. Epic.
Pulls out. Clean-up routine: tie condoms, wipe gel. Fogged windows seal our fog. Exhausted bliss. Best orgasm ever—with a paid t-girl pounding me. Hour flew. She smiles—time’s up.
“Bye.” Wink back. Cold air hits as I bolt to car. Watch her go. Secret locked. Craving more already.