County Fair

By Amie Doucet

Published on Dec 5, 2018

Transgender

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When I came back under the tent, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I watched as Scott walked across to the other side of the dance floor. His friends greeted him with high-fives and laughs as young men do.

Lissa had her hands on Raymond's shoulder as they sat out this dance. Willie was on the floor with two cowgirls giving him all kinds of attention. I was jealous, wanted to insult them, scare them away. He was my date, and they were not going to take him away from me.

Lissa turned to me. "Look at you." She took one pretty finger and swabbed my chin, picking up a little daub of pre-cum. She stuck her finger in my mouth. I sucked it clean.

"Slut," was all she said.

Meanwhile, across the dance floor, Scott was sharing stories of his conquest with his buddies. They kept looking over at me, either with a laugh or a lewd look.

My heart was fluttering to watch them get more worked up. I could tell when Scott reached the "climax" of the story, both from his gesticulation and from the howls from his boys.

One of them, a blond guy with a sun-drenched face and a scar on his cheek, patted Scott on the shoulder, said something that made them all laugh, and walked across the dance floor.

Right towards me.

"I think you've got another suitor," said Lissa.

I took him in. He was not the kind of hottie you'd see on television--no, he was too rugged, too beaten in by the weather, by physical work, to be handsome that way. But he was hot in another way: he was uber-masculine. He did the work that real men did, with rough hands and leathery skin.

He walked straight up to me.

He wore a grin that reeked of fake flattery.

"Say, sweetheart, you're awfully pretty. Would you take a round... on the dance floor with me?"

I was so horned up under my skirt that I would have done just about anything he asked.

"You got it, baby."

He took me to the floor and led me confidently but a little clumsily.

He pulled my hips towards his with both hands and flirted.

"You have just about the prettiest mouth I've ever seen."

"Oh yeah, why do you say that?"

"Because I'd like to see if you can handle my meat with it."

"Well then let's go, baby."

I took him by the hand and pulled him off the dance floor. I heard a chorus of "ohhhh!" erupt from his buds.

Fuck them. I knew what I wanted.

I brought this guy behind the Port-a-Johns. I realized I didn't know his name.

"What's your name, baby?"

"Call me Kyle."

"OK, Kyle." I stroked the front of his jeans where he was already getting hard. "Why don't you whip that meat out so we can find out if I can fit it in my pretty mouth?"

He undid his belt and slid his jeans and briefs--off-white from all the years he's worn them--down to his knees.

Revealed was an eight-inch snake with the thickness almost of my wrist.

"Good lord!" I cried.

This dick was like a girl's dream. Women marry men just to be near a dick like this--to have claim to a monster so thick and juicy that they feel fulfilled just to get him off on a twice-daily basis.

"Give it a kiss, baby."

I sunk to my knees. I looked up at Kyle as I worked him gently with my right hand. I couldn't wait to get it inside me. But first I needed to get him going with some verbal suggestion.

Once I had his dick in my mouth, the talking would be over, in other words.

"Baby, I am going to make love to this gorgeous dick in the best way I know how, because I want to make you feel like the absolute stud that you are."

"Mmmmm..." he intoned. "Let's do it, baby."

I kept my eyes on him as I slid the head into my mouth. Just the head almost filled my whole mouth. Rock hard, like taking a fat knockwurst and swallowing it whole.

I kept it on my tongue and played with it there for a minute. I wrote delicately on the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue, spelling out, "I love your delicious cock."

He sighed deeply--he was fully aroused for sure. I went to work for real. I've found that when you want to get a man off deeply, the best way is to go slow. He'll want to fuck fast, but if you keep it slow and steady, he'll build up the same way, and the release will be as explosive as fireworks.

I worked his long, thick pipe in deeply. As I slid it out, I made love to the tip with my lips. Then I repeated the cycle in reverse.

Once his dick was wet enough, I added my hand in, twirling my delicate fingers around his massive stem in the same rhythm as my mouth.

"Oh... just like that..." he muttered.

I kept up that pace. I felt him wanting to fuck my face, hard, but I kept him at bay with my sensual strokes. He was the one who was getting ultimate pleasure, but I wanted to deliver it in the way that was going to make him feel greatest--feel like his woman, his slut, his concubine was solely devoted to taking his seed.

So I slid in and out in long, soft, thorough strokes of my mouth and hand.

His impossibly long cock worked to the back of my throat. I tried to remember my tricks for opening up my throat.

-Breathe through your nose. -Don't panic. -If your eyes water, that's fine. Just don't cough or choke.

Somewhat confident I knew what I was doing, I let his head pass my throat line.

"Ohhhhh... fuck yeah...."

My eyes started watering. I gasped at air as I could, and I tried to stay calm.

The goal was to get this big dick off. To make this man feel incredible. That's all I had to keep in mind.

I let my hand off of his dick. Now he was fucking my head fully, sliding in and out and over my throat. I could barely do it, but I could do it.

"Holy fuck..." he managed.

There's no way any woman has ever been able to take this dick inside her mouth and throat before, I thought. Or man.

"Keep working it, slut... I'm getting close."

I never planned to stop. I rolled my tongue over his dick. I added a little suction to tighten up my pussy throat. I could taste his precum coating my tongue as he pressed in and out.

His dick swelled just a little bit more. It pulsed once, twice.

"Fuck... I'm gonna fucking cum......"

He gasped that out as bullets of hot, bitter ejaculate forced their way into my mouth and throat. He could have impregnated a cow with that load. Hot load after hot load landed inside me. If he hadn't shot some straight down my throat, I could never have contained it all. I would have walked back under the tent with a faceful of man cum.

I'm a slut, but I'm a practical slut. It's way too early in the night to walk around with a faceful of cum. There are children around!

As I slurped the last of his load from his diminishing, still-huge cock, he slid his pants up over his muscular rear end.

I rose to my feet. He wrapped his arms around me forcefully and grabbed my ass with both hands.

"I bet this pussy fucks as well as your mouth does."

Kyle must have a serious sex drive--I could tell he was still horny.

"It does, baby... even better, in fact. I could blow your goddamn mind with this thing."

"You think you could fit the whole thing up there, in that tight little pussy?"

"It'd be tight alright, but I think we could manage."

He started to get really randy, groping my ass hard, like he meant it.

"I want to fuck you. Now."

Fuck... I needed to get out of this.

One thing I was glad of: my suede skirt was so taut that, so long as it was on, even as short as it is, it's hard to get all the way to my ass.

Once it's off, well... that's another story.

"One visit per customer per day, sweetie. Company policy."

He understood, though reluctantly. I walked back under the tent, holding hands with my handsome new squire.

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