Danielle's Diary: A Casino Run and A Dinner Date

By Danielle Stefani

Published on Feb 11, 2024

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Danielle's Diary

The Amorous Exploits of a New Jersey T-Girl


Episode 1: "Vacation in Atlantic City!

Chapter IV: Sightseeing and a Little Road Trip"

by DanielleStefani997@yahoo.com

Copyright(c)2023 Danielle Stefani, All Rights Reserved

Day 2: Monday

The next morning around nine o'clock, Danielle's eyes fluttered open and she gazed out of the window. The daylight coming in illuminated the room as she hadn't closed the curtains the night before. It looked like a clear day; she saw some patches of white, but mostly blue skies. Raising herself up on an elbow, she shook her head to clear the fogginess. Finally sitting up, she rubbed her bare toes in the soft, plush rug as she looked out of the window and admired the view.

She took a deep breath, stretched and got up and made her way to the bathroom. She took a quick assessment of herself in the mirror; her hair was expectedly a bit of a mess and she still had on a touch of the makeup from the previous night. As she decided she was going to go out dressed neutral this morning, the trace amount of makeup that was left wasn't anything to get excited over. Then she noticed the bluish-red mark on the left side of her neck; she couldn't help but smile and recall the circumstances in which Jason gave her that love mark. Her cock started to stir at the memory, but she decided to wait on any sex play until later in the day.

She shook off the purple satin nightie she'd slipped on during the night and hung it on the back of the bathroom door. She'd awakened sometime after 2AM and felt that she needed a shower. So she did a thorough job of cleaning herself, inside and out, then shimmied into the nightie and slipped back into bed. So this morning's shower was just to refresh herself.

After the shower, she went to the closet by the door and she grabbed her outfit for the day: a dark blue, short-sleeve button-down cotton shirt, white denim shorts, matching bra and panties in baby blue, white ankle socks and her black sneakers. She dressed and checked herself out in the mirror; she smiled feeling the clothes gave her the femininity she enjoyed experiencing, yet her style was androgynous. She ran her hairbrush through her dark hair, smoothing it out. Happy with the result, she packed her wallet, brush and a few other necessities in a mini-backpack and exited the room.

She decided on breakfast in the hotel before heading out on the boardwalk. Exiting the elevator, she took a quick right and strolled through the lobby, tossing Scott a wave and a kiss as they made eye contact. She walked through the casino and saw that, even at this early hour, there were lots of people enjoying throwing their money away. Before she reached the entrance doors to the restaurant, a young man in a casino uniform called to her from a nearby table.

"Excuse me, would you care to buy a ticket for the Starr Hotel's Monthly Millionaire Jackpot?"

She stopped and went over to the young man. She guessed him to be about 23 years old. He had blonde hair, green eyes and what looked to be an attempt at a moustache. He smiled warmly at her. His nametag said 'Kyle'.

"Good morning," she said.

His white shirt was crisp; long-sleeves buttoned tightly at his wrists. His black tie was done securely around his neck. His black slacks were snug, but looked comfortable. She saw, above the edge of the table, what appeared to be very sharp creases in the pant legs. He was very handsome and very professional-looking. And being the professional he was, he did not bat an eye at her appearance.

"What is the drawing for?" she asked. She could see on the table what it was all about, she simply enjoyed engaging with this young man.

As he explained, she took note of the contents of the red cloth-topped table: several small stacks of paper, promotional adverts and a table-top kiosk that printed tickets. "Well, the Starr Hotel chain holds a drawing every month. The hotel has twelve locations across the United States; in Chicago, Las Vegas and Los Angeles, just to name a few. All ticket sales go into the pot."

"So it's a raffle?"

"Not in the strictest sense. The winner gets the full prize, unless another person picks the same numbers, of course, then it's shared. You pick a series of six numbers, much like you do when you play the state lottery."

"I see. How much are the tickets?"

"$100 each."

"Wow, expensive," she said, chuckling.

"Well, it does allow for large jackpots as all twelve locations are involved. And the hotel adds cash to the final amount."

"What's the current jackpot?"

He smiled and pointed to the top of the mini-kiosk where two large numbers glittered in rainbow colors on a black board. "Current projection is 25 million dollars."

"Ah, kinda obvious," she giggled. "Well," she paused, "I'll have to give it some thought and see if my budget will allow me to enter. How much time do I have to decide?"

"The drawing will be at noon on Sunday. Tickets are available up until midnight on Friday."

"Alright, then, I'll give it some thought."

"Take these," he said, handing her a few advert and promo cards. "The promo cards will get you some free spins at any of the 25-cent slot machines," he said smiling.

"Thank you," she said, returning his smile. "Bye for now."

"Take care, Miss. Hope to see you again soon," he said with a short wave as she left the table.

She felt very good, and confident, that he addressed her as 'Miss'. She wasn't sure if it was because of how she looked or how she carried herself. But either way, she was very happy.

Minutes later, she was standing in line at the hotel restaurant, waiting to be seated. As busy as they were, it didn't take long for the people in front of her to be taken to tables. A moment after, a young brunette woman in a white dress shirt, black slacks and a red vest approached her with a menu. "Just one today?" she asked cheerily, adjusting her eyeglasses.

"Yes, please."

"This way, please."

The young woman escorted Danielle through a small maze of tables, the girl's black 3-inch heels clicking sharply on the tile floor. They stopped at a tiny booth for two. "Enjoy your breakfast," the girl said, placing the menu on the table.

"Thank you," Danielle replied, sitting in the seat that was open to a view of the boardwalk. She also had a view of the remainder of the restaurant: booths along the window-filled wall that she was next to, several tables of various sizes around the major part of the brightly-lit room and a counter that ran in an L-shape, its seats situated so the patrons could sit at the counter and look out of the picture windows where daylight streamed in. One of the booths was occupied by an older woman sitting alone. The tables were filled by a collection of families and couples and the counter had a handful of people enjoying their breakfast; three women and two men, all seemingly alone.

Danielle's attention was then focused on a brunette girl walking her way. She wore the standard uniform of a red and black blouse and a ruffled skirt that came down to mid-thigh. Her shiny nylons accentuated her ample thighs and legs and she wore black soft-soled shoes.

"Good morning, I'm Marcie, I'll be taking care of you today. Can I bring you coffee?"

"Um, I'd much rather have hot tea, please, no milk."

"Alright. Are you ready to order or do you need a minute?"

"I'm ready. I'll take eggs and bacon, home fries and rye toast with butter."

"How would you like your eggs?" Marcie asked, jotting down Danielle's request on her order pad.

"Scrambled, please."

"Alright, be right back," Marcie said, taking the menu and walking away.

She watched Marcie walk away and past the counter. It was there that she noticed a dark-haired man seated at the counter was staring at her with sharp, blue eyes. She gave him a little smile and then looked around the room, then back out of the window. Marcie came by a moment later with the tea and Danielle added what little sugar she used for the hot drink. She gazed lazily out the window as she stirred the tea. People were walking to-and-fro on the boardwalk; some dressed in summer shorts and shirts, some in bikinis and swimming trunks. Many couples, lots of children and other people walked or played around while enjoying the morning sun on the boardwalk. Some carried umbrellas, some carried towels and coolers. Whatever they were carrying or wherever they were going, they did it in a care-free manner, not worrying about the realities of the world.

Her musings were broken by Marcie, who put down Danielle's plate on the table. "Here you go. If you need anything, just let me know."

"Thank you, Marcie."

Danielle turned her attention to her food. The eggs were fluffy, the bacon was sizzling and the home fries and toast looked very appetizing. She ate in contemplative silence; thinking about all the things she'd planned on doing during this vacation. She occasionally glanced out of the window and her mind wandered to Jason. How close would they get and how far would they take a relationship, if one were to develop? She gazed around the restaurant, noticing different people than she had before as there was a constant turnover of patrons. Then her eyes fell on the blue-eyed, dark-haired man at the counter. She saw he was wearing a yellow polo shirt, at the very least, as the rest of him was hidden behind the counter. He looked at her a few times, and she thought she detected a slight nod from him. Another small smile and she turned to look out of the window.

Finishing up her breakfast, she looked for Marcie and signaled her when they made eye contact. Not needing any other food, she asked for the check and finished her tea while she waited for Marcie to return. Moments later, Marcie handed her the check. Passing Marcie a 5-dollar bill as a tip, Danielle thanked her, made her way to the cashier, paid and exited the restaurant. She took a right and started walking south on the boardwalk.

The sun was bright, so Danielle dug out her sunglasses from her backpack. She walked leisurely; she was not in any hurry to get anywhere nor was she going anywhere specific. She walked past other hotel/casinos on the boardwalk. There were eateries, both fast-food and restaurant-style. There were arcades, curio and t-shirt shops. It was here she made her first stop. She walked around the small shop looking at the different types of clothing for sale: t-shirts mostly, but nightgowns, summer dresses and swimsuits were all on display. She found a rack of Atlantic City-branded shirts and scanned through them one-by-one. Every so often, she would see one she liked and pull it out. Choosing three shirts she wanted, she paid the clerk and put her purchase in her backpack. She exited the shop and thought she saw the dark-haired man as she continued on her way.

Occasionally, she'd stop at a shop and look through their stock. Taking slight, quick glances back behind her, she did see that the dark-haired man from the restaurant was indeed following her, watching her, while he too, perused shop windows. She didn't panic, what could happen with hundreds of people around? Besides, he didn't appear threatening in any way. It was during these quick glances that she saw he stood about 5-feet-6 or -7, compared to her 5- feet-8, so she had that on him. He appeared to be in his late-30s, at least fifteen years older than she was. He was a bit stocky, but not fat. His yellow, short-sleeved polo shirt topped a pair of khaki shorts; white ankle socks and athletic shoes completed his outfit. She smiled to herself; she thought it was rather cute how he followed her. It actually appeared to her that he was more nervous about the situation than she was. She didn't buy any more shirts or curios, so she continued her stroll down the boardwalk. As she walked, every so often she'd see his reflection in a store window, well-behind her.

Ten minutes later, she felt the tea she'd drank at breakfast warn her that a restroom break would soon be needed. About fifty yards down the boardwalk was a building that housed restrooms for all the boardwalk's needy travelers. She ducked inside the cool men's room and saw a series of stalls along the right wall, just after a collection of sinks. Along the opposite wall, was a long line of urinals. Other than herself, only one person was in the dank room, and he was in a stall.

She took a stance at one of the urinals and pulled out her cock. Shortly after, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the dark-haired man a few urinals to her left. He too opened his shorts and fished out his cock. After she took care of her business, she turned toward the man. As she took a peek at his soft, circumcised cock as he was finishing up, he saw her tuck her soft cock back into her baby blue panties. The occupant of the stall was finishing up washing his hands and exited the restroom, leaving the two alone together. Danielle gave the dark-haired man a small smile, then walked to the back of the room to the last stall. Looking over to him again, she entered the stall. She unbuttoned and opened her blouse then dropped her shorts around her ankles. Sitting on the toilet, she leaned back on the wall feeling her backpack as a cushion, leaving the door open.

She waited.

She listened to see if the man took her invitation to join her in the stall. The situation was arousing her and she opened her legs and lightly rubbed the front of her panties, causing her cock to slowly stiffen in the pale blue confines.

A moment later, she heard a slight squeaking; the material of his soles rubbing slightly on the tile floor made the sound that told her he was walking her way. She saw him approach slowly and peek in; he was holding the front of his shorts and looking at her hungrily.

"Oh, wow," he whispered grabbing his bulge harder.

She lightly licked her lower lip as she watched him flex his hand around his bulge. She rubbed her cock a bit harder and she felt a little precum escape the tip. Soon after, a small wet spot appeared toward the top of her panties where the head of her cock pushed hotly. He stood in front of her just outside the stall in the open doorway, watching her intently.

Looking up into his eyes she asked softly, "Would you like to join me?"

He slowly nodded, looked toward the front of the restroom to see if anyone was there then stepped forward into the stall. Hearing someone come in, he quickly shut the stall door and latched it. He turned around and Danielle reached up, caressed his shorts from front to back and then unbuttoned them. Slowly peeling down the zipper, she soon felt the shorts hit the floor as she rubbed the front of his briefs. He pulled the hem of his shirt above his chubby belly as she pulled down his black underwear, causing his hardened cock to spring up and point at her obscenely. She caught a whiff of the aroma: slightly musky, slightly sweaty, but not offensive.

Looking into his eyes, she put a finger over her lips and said, "Shhh," smiling devilishly. Other guys could be heard coming and going in the front of the restroom and occasionally a stall. He nodded and swallowed hard.

A second later, Danielle plunged his hot cock in her mouth, causing him to inhale sharply. His cock was about six inches, a bit on the thick side and beautifully circumcised. With his free hand, he held the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on his leaking cock. Precum was oozing profusely from the tip as she swirled her tongue all around the head. She paid close attention to tickling the underside of the tip with her tongue, making him shiver in ecstasy. She then alternated by sucking and bobbing her head, taking as much of his cock as she could. She didn't go down all the way. Even though she knew that she, and the guys she sucked, liked that she gagged from time to time, she wanted to give this blowjob with as little noise as possible. He let go of his shirt and she felt it rest on her forehead as he grabbed her head with both hands, thrusting his waist back and forth in time with her bobbing.

Suddenly, he stiffened. He took another sharp intake of breath and gripped her hair roughly, thrusting forward powerfully. Her mouth was flooded with his hot semen. She swallowed, moaning softly. He shot in her mouth four more times, filling it a second time. She swallowed again, feeling his sticky sperm pass her throat on its way down to her belly. She softened the suction on his cock, swirling her tongue around the softening, sensitive head. He shivered as he let go of her head; her mouth still locked onto his cock. It got too sensitive for him and he had to forcefully withdraw his cock from her hot mouth. It came out with an audible 'pop'. Danielle looked up at him and licked her lips of the slight trace of cum that leaked from her mouth.

"Thank you, honey," she whispered.

He nodded a few times to her, putting away his cock and straightening out his clothing as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He reached behind her head again and pulled forward, lowering his face to give her a deep kiss on her mouth. Their tongues danced for a few seconds before he released her head and straightened up. Unlatching the door, he took a tentative peek out to see if there was anyone around. Not finding anyone, he opened the door fully and started for the front. Danielle fixed her clothing and composed herself then walked to the sinks. The dark-haired man was washing his hands. She did the same and rinsed her face.

Drying her mouth with a towel, she asked, "Would you care to walk with me?"

"Yes, I would," he replied, smiling.

After they dried their hands, they were back out walking southward on the boardwalk. As they walked in the salt-scented air, they got more acquainted.

"As you discovered," she began, "I'm a T-Girl. My name is Danielle," she said, holding out her hand to him.

"I'm Pete. It's nice to meet you, Danielle," he said, shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you. Tell me, do you always stalk T-Girls?" she asked with a smile on her face. She saw his pained looked and grabbed his arm. "I'm just teasing you, honey. But you have to admit, you were a bit obvious."

He chuckled. "I am sorry about that, but when I saw you in the restaurant, you reminded me of someone and I was so intrigued by you. A young man, but not a young man. A young woman, but not a young woman. It was difficult to tell. Until I looked at the front of your shorts and saw what was obviously the bump of your cock."

"Yours is absolutely beautiful, by the way," she stated, rubbing his arm.

"Thank you. And thank you for the use of your mouth, it was very intense."

"You're very welcome. I have to admit, it's not every day I suck a guy's cock in a restroom. It was just a very hot situation with you checking me out, then following me into the bathroom. When I saw you there, I had to take a chance to get you to accompany me into a stall."

"I agree, very hot."

They passed numerous fast-food places and curio shops, exchanging more small talk. Shortly after, they came upon the Tropic Rain Hotel and Casino.

"Do you gamble, honey?" she asked.

"Sometimes."

"Do you win?"

"Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose," he said shrugging.

They both laughed and she asked, "Would you join me?"

"Sure, I don't have any place to be."

They entered the cool lobby, out of the reach of the sun's heat. They wound their way through several areas of slot machines and came upon the Cashier's window. Danielle got $50 worth of chips, Pete got $20. They strolled around looking at all the different tables; roulette, blackjack, poker, and others. They stopped at a craps table and Danielle watched as Pete had a decent run, coming up on the plus side by sixty dollars. She gave it a try, but did not do so well, losing twenty. They bounced around for about an hour, trying different tables and different games. Danielle won thirty dollars on a blackjack table, Pete lost ten on a roulette wheel. Soon after, Danielle decided to call it a day, at least where gambling was concerned. After cashing in their chips, they stood outside the casino where they first entered and Danielle looked at her watch, it was nearly eleven o'clock.

"Did you have anything planned for the day, honey?" she asked.

"Not really, did you have something in mind?"

"Care to join me for lunch?"

"I'd love to," he answered, smiling.

They started the 20-minute walk at a leisurely pace. They spent the time engaging in more conversation.

"If I may ask, where is your wife?" she asked. She saw the look on his face and before he could say anything she said, "It's okay, honey. If it was that big of a deal, we wouldn't be here now."

"How did you know?"

"Well, for one thing, where your ring normally is, the skin is a bit lighter than the rest of your hand. It's not extremely noticeable, but you can see it. So you were obviously wearing a ring at some point on your vacation."

"You'd make a good detective. Anything else?"

"I felt the outline of the ring in your pocket when I pulled your shorts down," she said, winking at him.

"Ah ha," he laughed.

"So, where is she?"

"On the beach with the kids."

"You're not a beach person?"

"I was the first two days I got here, but I got tired of it. I told her to go without me and that I'd find something to do on the boardwalk." Danielle inquired about his kids and he said he had two: a boy, ten years old and a girl, nine. He said that the vacation was a good way to relax, but it was really all for his wife.

"Any chance of us running into her?"

"No, not at all. She's down on the beach near the Steel Pier. Once she's on the beach, forget it."

Danielle nodded knowing the Steel Pier was a good distance up the boardwalk from her hotel.

"I told her I would meet her back at the hotel this evening at six."

"That's good. Which hotel are you staying at?" she inquired.

"We're at the Ocean Wave Resort. That's a little further up from the Steel Pier. You?"

"I'm staying at The Starr."

"Nice place."

"I love it. I might decide to stay there each year on my vacation."

"Sounds like a great plan."

A few minutes later they came upon The Starr and went in.

"Would you like the restaurant or my room? They have great room service here."

"Your room sounds cozier."

She smiled at him as she led the way. They passed through the lobby, but she didn't see Scott when she looked in that direction. Moments later, they were in the elevator and rising towards the 29th floor.

After Pete entered, she followed and closed and latched the door behind her. Shaking out of her backpack, she tossed it and her sunglasses on the dresser. She showed Pete the room service menu as he sat down at the table. Slipping out of her sneakers, they discussed what they'd have for lunch. After ordering Caesar salads and drinks, Danielle sat opposite Pete.

"What got you into T-Girls?" she asked.

"Well, when I said earlier that you reminded me of someone, back home there was this neighbor kid, a bit like you. You know, androgynous, but a bit sissy-ish. For years, I'd seen him on-an-off through our respective bedroom windows, and I can tell you he loved bras and panties. He started in his teens. I honestly don't know if he knew I could see him or he was showing off to me. Well, either way, he was such a turn-on, posing and dancing in front of his mirror. He was a bit shorter than you are, very fine skin, medium-brown hair, delicate features, he definitely made a sexy girl. I wanted to fuck him so bad, but never got the chance. His name was Taylor."

"Was? What happened?"

"Oh, nothing bad. He moved away about six months ago. He decided he wanted to go out on his own. His parents were furious, but what could they do? He's an adult, over 21 for sure, you gotta let go sometime. My opinion, his parents were terrible people. I always wondered how he managed to keep his secret from them. It's a wonder he developed his own identity and personality with parents like that."

"That's too bad."

"And then we moved out of that area a month or so later, so even though he did visit the parents every so often, I'll probably never see him again."

"Shame," she said, "by your description, he sounds lovely."

"He was. He seemed to be the perfect magnet to attract pervy older men. He's probably getting fucked by an older guy right now," he chuckled. "I do love T-Girls, but fembois are the best. And Taylor definitely qualified as a femboi."

Their discussion was interrupted by several knocks on the door.

Danielle saw that it was room service delivery and she let him in. In a few quick moments, he wheeled in the cart with Danielle politely declining that he set anything up and she gave him a $5 tip and he was soon out the door. She turned to Pete at the table and asked, "Would you mind setting up our lunch? I want to run into the bathroom for a moment."

"Oh, absolutely," he said, getting up.

She really didn't need to use the bathroom; she used his inattention to her to grab a pair of heels and stockings and put them in the bathroom with the nightie she'd left earlier on the door. Hopefully, she'd get a chance to dress for him after lunch. She placed the lingerie and heels behind some towels on a rack above the toilet. Returning to Pete, she saw that everything was ready. She sat down and they began to enjoy the salads and sodas. They shared more information about their lives, but the conversation eventually steered its way back to Taylor.

"Did you see him in anything else besides bra and panties?" she asked, piling up her finished dishes on the cart.

"Well," he began, clearing his side of the table, "a couple of times I saw him wearing something like a slip or cami or corset. It looked as though he might've had stockings on some of the time. I'm not sure about heels as I couldn't tell much from below his knees since he was blocked by the wall under the window."

"Sounds sexy."

"Very sexy," he said, sitting back in his chair.

"Excuse me for a moment, I want to wash my hands after touching that salad."

She strolled into the bathroom and as soon as she got in, closed the door gently and put the water on to mask any noise. She hurriedly shed her clothes, leaving them wherever they landed. Naked, she grabbed for the lingerie behind the towels. First, she pulled on the nude-colored stockings, having to re-do the right one a second time as she messed up in her haste. Next, she slipped on her heels. These were classic stripper heels, in black, which had a 6-inch heel and a 2-inch platform. After fastening the thin straps around her ankles she stood up, admiring the way the heels gave her feet and legs a very sexy look. Finally, she shook the purple nightie down her body and smoothed it out. As she didn't put on panties, you could see the small tent in front that her semi-hard cock caused. Her hanging balls were also very plainly seen. Turning off the water, she opened the door, turned off the bathroom light and walked seductively out to Pete.

"You mean, like this?" she asked.

When he looked up from his phone, he nearly fainted.

"Fuck...," he gasped.

"That sounds like fun," she replied, leaning down and kissing him softly on his lips.

He reached up and tried to caress her thigh, but she moved away and went to sit on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs seductively. She patted the bed next to her and he was up in an instant, standing in front of her, the front of his khaki shorts tenting hotly. She reached up and caressed his cloth-covered cock.

"Are you recharged?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Actually, I'm a bit oversexed. It doesn't take me much time at all to recharge. That's why I'm on this vacation. The wife figured with the kids sleeping in the same room, she'd catch a break from me."

Danielle gently pulled his face to hers by the front of his shirt. "Her loss," she whispered into his mouth, and then kissed him. When she broke the kiss, she whispered again, "But you should be naked, honey."

It didn't take Pete any time at all to get completely naked, getting up on the bed next to Danielle when he was ready. He pulled her up further on the bed and pushed her down until her head was resting on a pillow. He opened her legs slightly and laid his semi-hairy body down on top of her, their cocks touching side-by-side. She wrapped her arms around him as their lips came together; their tongues rubbed and danced in their mouths. She rubbed her hands through his hair and he caressed up and down her sides as he humped his hard cock against her belly.

"I see someone left their mark on you," he said, looking at the discoloration that Jason caused.

"Last night."

"Did he fuck you?"

"Oh, yes, he fucked me," she cooed.

"Did he cum in you?"

"Mmm, oh, yes."

"Fucking hot. I wish my wife was hot like you."

"Mmm, well I'm happy to take her place," she said, spreading her legs. "Now get me wet so you can fuck me too."

"Fuck."

He was a man obsessed. He pushed the hem of her nightie up just below her nipples and licked and kissed all around her tummy down to her cock and balls before moving to her quivering asshole. He licked and slurped and sucked and tongued. She had his head in her hands by his hair, moving him this way and that, directing where he needed to go. Occasionally, she'd pull him in, making it hard for him to breathe. But soon, neither could take anymore and he pushed himself up so he could fuck her. He grabbed his cock with one hand and leaned over her on the other. A second later, she felt him jab his thick fuck pole past her tight anal ring, causing her to gasp in a moment of pain. She clamped her legs on his ass to hold him all the way in her. She felt his cock throb in her love tunnel a few moments and then released his ass.

"Now fuck me. Hard."

Pete grabbed the back of her head and kissed her mouth hard as he started pumping his cock in and out of her asshole at a rapid pace. She was moaning and breathing heavily, grabbing onto his hips in tight fists. He rammed her repeatedly; she clamped her legs on his ass and thighs, lost in the intense ecstasy that his cock was giving her hole. As he pumped, she could feel every bump and ridge on his cock as it rubbed hotly against her tight asshole. The waves of pleasure shot from her asshole to her cock, which leaked large amounts of precum. He pumped and pumped and pumped, in and out, constantly, furiously, not missing a beat. He continued assaulting her slick hole, his hairy belly rubbing hotly on her stiff cock. The copious amount of precum she'd leaked made their bellies sticky and hot; and she hadn't even cum yet. She grabbed onto his ass with her hands and pulled him into her as far as he could go. Feeling her anal ring clench around his cock, he let out a loud moan and started filling her insides with his boiling semen. He spurted with more force than when he'd previously cum in her mouth earlier that day. She panted and moaned with each gush of his cum. Five, six, seven spurts, all up in her slick love tunnel. She shuddered in excitement at his release. She held him close as he collapsed on her, panting heavily into her neck.

For several minutes, they did not move; she had her legs over his and her arms around his neck, he had his arms under her, holding her close. They exchanged soft kisses to each other's face, but mostly just held each other while they calmed down. As his breathing returned to normal, he raised himself up, making his semi-soft cock slip out of her slick asshole with slight 'squish'. He kissed down her abdomen, licking up the small pools of her precum that remained. Pete then traced his tongue around her navel while slipping a finger up her wet asshole, feeling his gooey cum. He finally moved down far enough to lick and suck the head of her cock into his mouth. She inhaled sharply at the feelings that were emanating from her asshole and cock. She wanted to grab his head, but all she could do was grab the sheet at her sides. She began pumping her hips to force more of her cock into his mouth; he took it all easily, while finger-fucking her asshole which gripped his digit tightly. In a last gasp of intense pleasure, she let out an animalistic moan and began spurting her cum into Pete's mouth. He swallowed hungrily as she humped her hips and pumped his mouth. Four intense pulses from her cock and Pete swallowed. She collapsed back on the bed, all tension from her body released. She laid there, eyes closed, panting heavily, trying to regain her breath. Pete swallowed again, let her cock slip from his lips and slid his way back up beside her, laid down and rested his head on her shoulder.

He waited a handful of minutes as her heartbeat got back to normal. He leaned up and kissed her cheek. "Are you okay?"

She opened her eyes and smiled. "Oh, yes."

"Are you done for the day?" he asked, chuckling.

"Heh, mostly, but I'll definitely recharge, even if it's just to suck cock. I love sucking cock."

"What do you have planned for the rest of the day?"

"Nothing specific. Probably just spend a couple hours at the adult theater in town, then chill after dinner. Maybe have some guy from online come over."

"There's a place in town?"

"Yeah, the Sampson over on Atlantic Ave next to the donut shop."

"I never knew that. You ever hear of the Blue Barn sex shop?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, that's further west of here. I never had the chance to go there, though. It was always too far away from where I live."

"Oh, they'd love you there. Wanna go?"

She turned her head and looked at him. "Now?"

"Why not? I don't have to be back to my hotel until six. It's just after one now. After a quick shower, we could be there by two o'clock. I'll just have to take a run to my hotel to get my car."

"Um, okay, let's do it."

Twenty minutes later, Danielle stood outside the street entrance of the hotel waiting for Pete to arrive in his dark blue BMW. While she waited, she mentally went through the list of items she'd tossed in her mini-pack: the outfit she'd worn for Pete up in the room, a small assortment of makeup and a few personal hygiene items. Also were her money, ID and phone. Then she checked herself out: she had on the 3/4 sleeve blouse she'd worn the previous day, a white denim, mid-thigh length skirt and her white ankle socks and matching athletic shoes. She left the bra and panties back in the room as she felt they would just get in the way. The idea of sucking several cocks was making her cock stir, causing a bit of a bulge in the front of the skirt. She'd gotten a couple of negative looks on her way down from her room, but she tried to put them out of her mind. Her musings were interrupted when Pete tooted his horn briefly as he pulled into the long, semi-circular driveway. She scooted around the car and jumped in as Pete had reached over to open the door for her. Tossing her backpack on the floor and closing the door, she leaned over and kissed his mouth.

"Ready for some fun?" he asked.

"I'm ready," she said, securing herself in the comfy seat.

Five minutes later, they were stopped at the entrance to the Atlantic City Expressway, waiting for the light to change.

"So you love sucking cock, huh?"

"Oh, yes. I can't tell you why, it's just one of the best things to do in sex."

"Alright then, why not suck this?" he said, pulling up a leg of his shorts.

Danielle looked over and noticed he had changed into a very thin, very loose pair of gray running shorts. His hard cock poked up hotly from between his legs. She licked her lips, placed her sunglasses on the dash, shook off the shoulder belt and scooted over on the seat. The light changed and Pete accelerated onto the highway.

"Just make sure we don't crash when you cum, okay?" she said, smiling.

Placing his free hand behind her head, he said, "Don't worry, I'm used to this, I frequently get blowjobs while I drive."

"You'll have to tell me about that sometime," she said leaning over the center console. Pete set the cruise control with his driving hand as he pushed down on her head with the other, shoving his gorgeous cock in her mouth.

Danielle moaned as her mouth closed around his thick cock. She loved the feeling and texture of it on her lips and tongue. She swirled her tongue around the head, making him shiver. She bobbed her head deeply several times, hitting the back of her throat, and gagged each time. She caressed his balls and felt him hump slightly upward to meet the downward movement of her head. Soon, she was concentrating all her mouth action on the top of his cock: swishing her tongue around the pronounced mushroom head, sucking softly and bobbing only in very short movements. Simultaneously, she gripped the lower half of his cock between her first two fingers and her thumb, stroking in cadence with the up- and-down motion of her head. She felt him remove his hand from her head. A moment later, she felt the back of her skirt being raised and a slick finger being pushed between her ass cheeks to gently poke her aroused asshole. She moaned hotly again, feeling precum ooze freely from her cock. She tasted Pete's precum, as well. He was breathing faster and his humping became more vigorous. After a moment, he yanked his finger out of her asshole and clamped his hand on the back of her head again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he growled.

Seconds later, he forcefully shot a stream of cum into her mouth, causing her to gag and choke violently. But she managed to back off of his cock enough to feel the rest of his semen spurt onto her tongue, filling her mouth. She swallowed hard, even as his cock spilled more of the nectar she loved in her mouth. He humped into her mouth one final time as the last of his sperm oozed out. He exhaled a long breath and his body relaxed as well as his grip on Danielle's head. She swallowed again then lightly sucked and licked his cock, from base to tip, to make sure she did not miss a drop of his sweet sperm. She sat up wiping her mouth, then her eyes, that had watered some when he gagged her.

"Wow," she said breathlessly, sinking back in her seat.

Pete looked over and gave her a big smile as he tucked away his cock, smoothing out his shorts.

"It's too bad you're married," she chuckled, placing her hand on his semi-hard bulge in his shorts.

For the remainder of the 40-minute drive to the sex shop, they conversed about different things. Danielle mentioned that she was in town until the following Monday; he said he had two days remaining with his family vacation. She told him she was from the Newark area; he said his family had moved to Riverview, Delaware. Danielle mentioned that she was single and enjoying different partners, but might have found a steady in Jason. Pete said he and his wife had been married for 11 years, but because of his hyper-libido, had access to several partners, both male and female.

Shortly before 2PM, they pulled into a small lot and parked next to the Blue Barn Sex Shop: a pastel blue wooden building with black roof and white trim that looked, well, like a barn. Looking around, Danielle saw that there were several cars in the lot, indicating there was a decent number of people, hopefully all men, inside.

"Are you ready, sexy?" he asked, as they got out of the car.

"I sure am," she answered, shaking her arms through the straps of the small backpack.

They entered the Adults Only paint-obscured glass doors in the side of the building into a small rectangular room. To their immediate right was a waist-high counter, with an attractive young woman sitting behind it on a stool. The rest of the room had racks of porn DVDs of every genre, shelves of high heels for sale and even a few sections of lingerie and fetishwear. All along the walls hung toys of all kinds: dildoes, butt plugs, cock vibrators, chastity cages and bondage equipment. In the glass-encased counter were a large assortment of lubes, poppers and condoms. In the wall directly in front of them was a cut-out where a door used to be; it was now a ruby-colored curtain, fluttering gently.

Pete approached the young woman. "Two for the afternoon," he said, pulling out his wallet.

"Fifteen," she said, as Pete handed her a 20-dollar bill.

She handed him his change and receipt and she and Danielle exchanged warm smiles.

Danielle followed Pete through the curtain into a darkened area. She had to pause for a few minutes so her eyes could adjust. Soon after, she saw several guys hanging about in a large room filled with booths. A handful of large booths ran along the far wall; these were the 'buddy booths', big enough for at least two people. The near wall had several single-person booths. All had video screens playing various types of porn. Each wall separating the booths had glass windows with adjustable screens, and small slots under each window. Not glory holes in the strictest sense, but that was their purpose. None of the booths had doors or curtains, so other patrons could see whatever action was going on at any time. Danielle initially thought this to be somewhat a turn-off, but then she started feeling hot with the idea that guys might watch her suck cock. Off to her right was a door that opened to the bathrooms. Directly in front of her was a set of double doors.

"That's the theater room," Pete said at her unspoken question. "We'll go in there later. For now, come with me," he said, maneuvering past a few guys.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the buddy booths. He pushed on her shoulders and positioned her on her knees in front of one of the slots, as the booths had slots on each side. The adjustable screen was down; the controls for that screen were in the other booth. She saw someone enter the other booth and a moment later, a cock slid its way through the slot. Pete took hold of her head in both hands and urged her forward, not that she really needed any urging. The semi-soft cock touched her lips and she felt her cock stir. She opened her mouth, licking the tip of the anonymous black cock. Pete pushed her head as far as it would go; her nose bumped against the glass as she opened her mouth.

By now, the cock had gotten to its full hardness of 7-plus inches and pushed into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, but Pete did not let up on the hold he had on her head. She put her hands up on the edge of the slot to hold on as the black cock began a steady rhythm in and out of her mouth. The cock gagged her repeatedly, causing spit to leak out of her mouth down her chin. She opened her blouse so any cum could land on her chest and tummy. She slurped and swallowed the spit/precum mixture that built up in her mouth. The soft porn sounds emanating from the tinny speaker of the video machine did little to mask the slurping and gagging sounds that her mouth made. The man on the other side was in a frenzied state; humping at the glass partition, shoving his cock into Danielle's throat. She swallowed as best she could with Pete holding her head, but occasionally she choked and the fluid from her mouth dripped down her chin onto her body. With a final lunge and a growl from the stranger, his black cock erupted in her throat. Her eyes watered profusely as she struggled to swallow his torrent of semen. She gagged and choked on some that ended up running out of her nose. She felt Pete release his grip on her head and she backed off instinctively, feeling the last of the stranger's cum pool in her mouth on her tongue. She swallowed the sweet liquid, sucked upward and off the cock and took a deep breath. She swallowed again and then gently sucked the cock in her mouth again, cleaning off the softening black cock of any traces of his cum. As suddenly as it started, the cock withdrew from her mouth and Danielle saw the guy exit the booth. She remained there on her knees, regaining her composure. She cleared her throat several times; the black man's assault on her throat made it a bit sore. She looked up at Pete and he looked down at her, offering her a paper towel, smiling.

"Thanks," she croaked, clearing her throat again. After she wiped her nose and chin, she got back on her feet. "No more throat-fuckings for today," she said smiling.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "But that was hot. I've seen that guy in here before and I know how he is. I figured you'd enjoy him."

"I did. But my throat is a little sore, thank you," she said, as she gave him a teasing smile.

Pete moved behind her against the other partition and lifted her skirt, exposing her nearly-hard cock. Feeling around her, he grabbed her cock and started a slow, steady pump, getting her to full hardness. She put her hands on the walls to steady herself. Danielle moaned as Pete stroked and rubbed her leaking cock. As she was still facing the glass partition that she'd sucked at, she saw some movement on the other side. A moment later, the dark green screen rolled up to reveal a man, short-ish in stature, stroking his cock as he watched Danielle get a handjob. He was a handsome man, Latino-looking, with a head of wavy dark hair. His eyes glistened in the dim light as he looked from Danielle's cock and into her eyes and back. She did the same; for a moment or two she watched his pumping fist on his hard, leaking cock. Then she looked in his eyes. Back and forth they played this game for several minutes. Pete continued to stroke her cock, which brought hot moans out of her throat. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a guy approach. Seconds later, she felt a hand on her bare ass. She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers lightly caress her ass and then invade her crack. He found her hole and pushed in a fingertip. She moaned loudly and opened her eyes, once again watching the Latino man through the glass divider. Finally, Danielle could resist no more; when they next made eye contact, she seductively licked her bottom lip, then looked down at his cock. The man started to put his cock through the slot, but Danielle stopped him with a wave of her hand, but beckoned him over into her booth with a finger. The man that was finger-fucking her retracted it as the Latino man came around, still holding his cock above his sweat pants that he pulled to mid-thigh.

"Hi," he said quietly.

"Hi," she said as she pulled Pete's hand off of her cock.

She gently positioned the man in front of the partition and got down on her knees. She could see his hairy belly hang a bit below the bottom of his red t-shirt. She felt Pete behind her, stroking his cock as the tip rubbed sporadically against the back of her head. A second later, she sucked the Latino man's 6-inch cock into her mouth, tasting a mixture of sweat and precum. It was not unpleasant, just strong. She started bobbing back and forth on his cock as he humped forward. His cock wasn't long enough to choke her, but she still tried to avoid having it hit her throat. She used her lips and tongue on the top half of his cock and stroked the bottom half between her fingers.

"Mami, may I touch your head?" he asked, sweetly.

Not taking his cock out of her mouth, she nodded quickly and hummed "Mm-hmm".

Pete backed as far as he could as the Latino man caressed her head; Danielle loved when guys would pet and caress her head while she sucked, she felt it was very intimate. She even cooed and moaned as he did so. Again, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

"Can I be next?" asked the thin guy in dark shirt and jeans that previously finger-fucked her ass.

Danielle moaned again and took her mouth off the Latino cock.

"How about I do you both at the same time?"

"Oh, wow," the thin guy gasped.

"Is that okay, honey?" she asked, looking up at her Latino lover.

"Si, Mami," he said, nodding.

"Honey, would you mind switching places?" she asked as she gently prodded Pete toward the entrance to the booth.

"Not at all, sweetie."

As they traded places, Danielle saw that the tall thin man looked to be an average college guy. His brown hair was combed neatly against his head. His dark shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, his dark pants tight against his thighs and legs, coming to an end just above his black sneakers. His cock was out of his open zipper and he pointed it hotly at Danielle. She licked the head, sending shivers up his spine. She took hold of his cock in her left hand, while grasping the Latino cock in her right. The college guy's cock was like his body; long and thin. He was uncircumcised, but did not have that much of a foreskin. She lowered her mouth on his 8-inch cock, stroking the base to keep it from poking her throat. She felt his hand on her head and she looked up at him and winked. He smiled down at her, closing his eyes to get lost in the feelings she was giving him. Her right hand stroked the Latino cock while her mouth was busy with the college guy. Pete was standing in the doorway to the booth, furiously stroking his cock as he watched Danielle service two horny men.

With a final lick of the college guy, she changed orientation and took the Latino man's cock in her mouth. She kept a steady stroking rhythm on the college guy as she enjoyed the cock in her mouth. She felt the Latino man caress her head again, occasionally putting a little pressure to get her to take more into her mouth. His breathing started coming in short, sharp breaths; Danielle knew that he would be cumming soon. Over her left hand, the college guy's cock leaked a steady flow of precum. She felt it run over her wrist and trickle down toward her elbow. She peeked out of the corner of her eye to see Pete's cock leak precum everywhere as he stroked. It landed on his hand, his shorts and the floor. He too, was breathing heavily. The Latino man gripped her hair and moaned loudly.

"Mami, here it is," he gasped.

His hot sperm pulsed and oozed out of his cock and pooled in her mouth. There wasn't much cum, a couple of spurts, but nevertheless, his orgasm was an intense one. She swallowed and cooed as she swiped her O-shaped lips up the length of his shaft, making him shiver.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!," the college guy yelled as he saw the Latino's wet and slick cock emerge from Danielle's mouth.

She turned quickly and plunged her mouth on his spewing cock, catching all five spurts of his boiling cum. She swallowed after each spurt, not wanting to overflow her mouth and miss any of his thick, sweet nectar. He held onto her head for dear life, panting and moaning loudly. It wouldn't have surprised anyone if his cries of pleasure weren't heard by all in the place. She swirled her tongue up the length of his shaft, getting as much of the spit/cum mixture she could.

"Fuck, Danielle, uh!" Pete growled.

Swallowing and still holding onto the other two spent cocks, Danielle turned and leaned forward, but she was not as quick nor as close as she was with the other guys. Pete's cock erupted hotly. His first spurt caught her across her left eye and cheek; she felt it trickle down to her jawbone. The next two spurted and landed on her lips and chin, coating her lower face in a sticky mess.

She vaguely heard the Latino man whisper, "¡Caramba!," and thought she heard the college guy whisper, "Holy shit." She didn't know if they were exclaiming because of the large amount of cum that Pete spurted, or because of the fact that she looked hot with sperm dripping down and hanging from her chin.

She plunged her mouth on his cock to swallow the last two, small spurts of his semen. She swallowed with a moan as she felt him shudder and exhale sharply. She moaned again as his softening cock popped out of her mouth. She sat back on her feet, breathing heavily, as she licked her lips. The two guys caught their breath and disengaged their cocks from Danielle's soft grasp. She looked up, smiling, at each guy, absolutely loving the feelings she was feeling and the affectionate looks she was getting from each of them.

"Help me up, honey," she said, holding her hands up to Pete. But they all helped; Pete took her hands and the other guys steadied her by her arms. "Thank you, guys. My knees are a bit weak," she chuckled, wiping some of Pete's cum from her chin. She licked her fingers and leaned against the video screen, steadying herself.

The Latino man leaned over and kissed her slick, sticky mouth. "Gracias, mi amor," he said.

"Thank you, honey," she replied, as he pulled up his sweat pants and then exited the booth.

"God, thank you, Danielle, that was awesome," he said before he kissed her on the mouth as well.

"Thank you, baby," she said.

Pete stepped aside for him to leave and he came in and hugged Danielle tightly. "That was so fucking hot," he whispered in her ear.

She kissed him deeply and then said, "I need a bit of a break. Let me get a bottle of water." She pulled a napkin from her pocket and dabbed her face.

She exited the booth and smoothed down her skirt. They went back out into the main part of the shop and got bottles of water. Danielle got a smile and a wink from the young woman behind the counter. Danielle blushed and smiled.

A handful of guys came in and paid their admission and disappeared through the curtain.

Pete paid for the drinks and then said, "Danielle, I'd like you to meet Vanessa," as he gestured to the young woman. "Vanessa, this is Danielle, a T- Girl I met earlier today."

"I guessed that, Pete," she said smiling, holding out her hand to Danielle.

Danielle returned the warm handshake. "It's nice to meet you, Vanessa."

Danielle admired the way Vanessa's blonde hair flowed and rested gently just short of her shoulders. Danielle guessed her to be in her 30s; Vanessa's 5-foot-10-inch frame showing a few signs of wear and tear and some thickening in the waist area. But she was beautiful, nonetheless. She wore a blue-and-white striped top and a white tennis skirt, fastened with a matching gold-buckled belt.

"Vanessa is T-Girl, too. Full time."

"Really?" Danielle said.

"I am," Vanessa said, standing up briefly and raising her skirt, revealing the very large bulge of her semi-hard cock in light blue satin panties. She sat down and smoothed out the skirt.

"Wow, you're gorgeous," Danielle said breathlessly.

"Thanks, honey. You as well."

"Oh no, no way. Not like you."

"With a little makeup and let your hair grow a bit more, you'd be convincing 24/7, trust me."

"Thank you. I did bring some things with me."

Pete perked up at this. "Oh yes?"

"Uh, I brought a nightie, heels and some makeup."

"Oh, you gotta change, Danielle. You looked so fucking hot earlier today."

Vanessa's ears peaked at his statement. "What happened earlier?"

"Oh, Danielle dressed for me and I fucked her. Real good," he said, smiling.

"Did he?" Vanessa asked. "Real good?"

Danielle blushed and nodded 'yes'.

"Did he leave that mark on your neck?"

"Oh, no, that was from a guy I was with last night."

"Nice," Vanessa said, smiling.

"Go ahead, Danielle, use the bathroom to change," Pete urged.

Danielle took a glance over to Vanessa. She was smiling and said, "It's okay, honey, you'll be alright."

Danielle nodded. As she walked through the red curtain, she could just hear Vanessa ask Pete, "So why haven't I seen you lately?"

Danielle pushed the door into the men's room and smiled and greeted a pot-belly older guy as he approached the door. He muttered a 'hello' and squeezed past her. First thing she did was to go into one of the two stalls and strip off her blouse and skirt. Next, she sat on the toilet and pulled off her socks and sneakers. She pulled out the nightie and the heels, hanging the nightie on the hook and placing the heels on the floor. She took out the small plastic pouch that had her makeup then loaded all the clothes and sneakers in the mini backpack. She slid the heels on her feet, securing the ankle straps and slipped the nightie over her head and made her way to the sinks. Standing in front of one of the two mirrors, she started to apply her mascara. The door opened and a tall black guy came in, naked except for his leopard-print thong underwear, and was taken by surprise by her.

"Oh, sorry, one of us have the wrong room?" he asked.

Danielle turned to him, lifted up the front of her nightie and cheerily said, "Nope!"

He smiled and gave her a thumbs-up and went to a urinal. While she heard the splashing of his piss in the porcelain, she went back to finishing her makeup. By the time he returned to the sinks, she'd finished applying a couple of coats of black mascara, dark purple eye shadow and dark red lipstick.

"Damn, girl, you gonna be in the theater room soon?" he asked, rubbing the front of his underwear. She watched him lewdly grip and rub his cock through the satin material. She also took notice of his body; 6-feet tall, muscular but not overly so, with an athletic-build. He had short-cropped hair and a moustache/beard combination. The dark facial hair was very noticeable, but groomed impeccably. The only other thing he wore besides his underwear were a pair of flip-flops.

"Unless I stop at a booth first, I'll be in the theater soon."

"Damn!," he exclaimed, eyeing her up and down. "Sexy! Fuckin' hot legs, feet and toes. Love the color."

She always tried to make sure that her toenail polish matched closely to the red shade of her lipstick. "Thank you, honey."

She quickly brushed her hair in the style she'd worn for Jason the night before. But without set spray, her hair only partially complied, but it would do. She tucked the tube of lipstick in one of the nightie's breast cups and stashed the rest of the makeup and things in her pack as her black companion rinsed his hands. He saw her checking out his bulge in the mirror. He turned to her and pulled down the garment, showing her nine inches of semi-hard dark meat.

"Oh my, God," she moaned at the sight.

"You like that, baby?"

"Fuck, yes," she said sexily.

"What do you do here usually?"

"Well, it's my first time here, but when I go to sex shops, I usually suck a lot of cock, sometimes I get fucked."

"Damn, girl, show me your ass."

She turned and bent over and a second later felt his hands all over her ass, caressing, exploring. He peeled apart her cheeks and moaned in pleasure when she saw her tight pink hole. He leaned down and kissed her asshole. He straightened up, let go of her ass and said, "Look for me in the theater room, baby, I'd love to fuck you. My name is Marvin." He leaned in and kissed her mouth quickly and left the restroom.

She stood there for a moment catching her breath, then opened the door to go join Pete and Vanessa.

She cautiously went back into the main area of the shop. Even though she'd dressed a few times at other sex shops, she was a bit more nervous this time as she was only wearing a nightie and heels, plus the makeup. Those other few times she'd been in a variety of women's clothes, but nothing like this. Danielle stepped through the curtain and the conversation Vanessa and Pete were having stopped dead when they saw her.

"Hi," she said softly, feeling their eyes all over her.

"My God, Danielle, you're gorgeous!," Pete said.

"Wow," Vanessa began, "see? I told you so!"

"Thank you," Danielle said, blushing. "And you saw me earlier, Pete. You act as though you never saw me dressed," she teased.

"Yeah, but the room wasn't so well-lit," he said smiling.

"I guess."

"You're almost perfect," Pete said.

"Almost?" was Vanessa's curt reply.

"Here," Pete said, approaching Danielle. He took her pack and placed it on the floor near Vanessa. He then reached up and adjusted the straps of Danielle's nightie. The result made Vanessa smile wide and Pete stood back and devoured her with his eyes. He'd adjusted her straps to bring up the hem of the nightie to where her entire ass and her cock and balls were out in the open, on full display. From there down to the straps of her heels, she was all legs. The idea that she was so exposed plus the coolness of the air on her cock made her stiffen quickly. She would be fully hard in no time at all.

"Are you ready to go into the theater room or do you want to get on your knees in a booth?" he asked.

"Theater," she said with a smile.

Pete took her hand and started for the curtain. Danielle made a movement for her pack, but Pete waved her off.

"Just leave it, it'll be fine."

Vanessa nodded and smiled. "It'll be safe, honey, go have fun."

Danielle smiled warmly at Vanessa then disappeared behind the curtain.

They walked through the booth area, Danielle's heels clicking on the tile floor; the sound echoing sexily through the room. Pete turned the knob and they stepped into a large area about the size of a 3-car garage, semi-dark, that smelled of cum and sweat. Her cock throbbed hotly at the aromas. The room had couches lining three walls. The fourth wall, straight ahead, had a very large TV screen that currently played lesbian porn. This room, to Danielle, was much better lit than the booth area, and in the middle of the room she could see three rows of folding chairs facing the screen. Behind the chairs were two large, cloth-covered tables, one being used by two guys. One of the guys was bent over the table, leaning on his arms while his partner fucked his ass from behind. A lot of the men were naked; some just dropped their shorts or pants to play. A few of the guys looked over toward her and she felt their eyes on her, checking out everything about her. Her now-stiff cock pointing skyward at an angle, could not be missed. Pete let go of her hand and gently pushed her further into the room. She walked forward slowly, taking in all the details as well as all the guys. There were no women in the place. She decided to go sit in one of the chairs and she lowered herself down in the last chair of the back row, feeling the cool plastic on her bare ass. She watched the screen as two young blondes kissed passionately while fingering each other's pussy. Danielle's cock stood out from between her legs and she took hold of it and started a slow stroke, watching the action on the TV, yet watching the guys through her peripheral vision.

For several minutes she was lost in the action on the screen, feeling precum leak from her cock that made her fingers slick and sticky. She felt a hand softly on her shoulder and she turned to her right expecting to see Pete, but she looked up and saw the pot-bellied man from the restroom. His blue button-down shirt was fully opened, exposing his chest and very large belly. He stood next to her, his shorts around his ankles. He had his chubby cock in a fist, stroking it, petting Danielle's head. He let go of the precum-soaked head as Danielle turned fully to her right, leaned her head forward and took his slimy cock in her mouth. The spicy taste of his cock and precum made her gag slightly, but she sucked the 5-inch cock in her mouth to the root anyway. She reached her right hand up and started to rub and tickle the man's big balls, her left found its way around his large waist to caress his hairy ass. She slurped and tongued his cock as he held her head and pumped back and forth. Each time he pushed his cock forward, his belly bumped her forehead.

Finally, she lowered herself onto her knees in front of him, grabbing his ass in both hands as he fucked her mouth. Her cock pointed lewdly up in the air and she felt precum trickle from the tip. She sucked and sucked, slurping his precum as it flowed from his cock. He grabbed her head forcefully and shoved as far as he could go in her mouth. His cock wasn't long enough to poke her throat, so she did not worry. A second later, he moaned loudly and blasted his semen in her mouth. The force of the first spurt caused her to gag momentarily, but she recovered quickly to swallow his load. After a second swallow, she rubbed her tongue over the softening cock as he shivered from his orgasm. His cock drooped out of her mouth, leaving a trail of spit and cum down her chin. He struggled to pull his shorts up, so Danielle lent a hand as she wiped her mouth. He croaked a 'thank you' and walked away on wobbly knees. She saw a few guys over on the couch close to her smiling and stroking, as they had watched her pleasure the big man.

She took a look for Pete and saw that he was sitting on one of the couches on the back wall. He had his shorts around his ankles and he was slowly stroking his cock, going between watching her and the girls on the TV.

She thought about going over to sit with him, but she heard a faint 'Miss?' come from one of the guys on the couch on the right wall. She looked over and saw a middle-aged man wearing only a white polo shirt; he raised a hand and waved her over to him. She was still on her knees on the floor, so instead of getting up, she crawled over to him, her bare ass on display for anyone to see. Occasionally, one of her knees or one of her hands would hit a slick spot on the floor, telling her that guys had cum and not cleaned it up. She stopped in front of the Thin Man, wiping her hand on her nightie.

"Hi," she said, looking up at him.

"Hi, you're hot."

"Thank you." She could smell his body wash waft from his lower body.

"You're gonna suck this, right?" he asked, pulling gently on the back of her head.

She responded, but not with words. She reached up and took his cock in her hand and guided it into her hot mouth while supporting herself on the floor with the other hand. She started a steady, slow, sucking and bobbing action. Soon, she felt someone pull apart her ass cheeks and lick her puckered asshole. She instinctively moaned around the Thin Man's cock as the hot tongue pleasuring her asshole intensified its assault. She was curious as to who was back there: Pete, Marvin or someone else? It didn't matter really, but the thought did run through her mind. She continued sucking and enjoying the cock in her mouth. She swished her tongue around, feeling all the lines and ridges on the shaft as well as the large mushroom head. She felt the Thin Man press on her head as his precum oozed onto her tongue. Then she felt a finger enter her asshole. She moaned and clenched her anal ring around the digit as it started an in-and-out motion. Her hard cock swayed back and forth with the slight humping of her hips, giving her unseen anal partner the signal that she was enjoying his ministrations.

"Come on, faggot, suck this cock, I need to cum."

The Thin Man had grabbed her head and pumped his hips. At this time, she felt something warm and wet spread around her asshole. Then the man behind her pushed his hard cock past her clenched anal ring, eliciting another moan from her throat. She was being fucked from both ends and she loved it. The Thin Man grabbed her hair and jerked wildly, his cock leaking profusely at the edge of orgasm. Her silent partner behind her grabbed her hips and fucked her furiously. Minutes later, he lunged forward, froze, then fired five shots of hot cum in her bowels. He stayed still for a few moments, pulled out, then slapped her ass hard and was gone. Shortly after that, with copious amounts of spit and precum leaking out of her mouth, the Thin Man growled and flooded her mouth with tangy man cream. She swallowed as he continued to push down on her head. Only after he stopped spurting did he release his grasp on her head. She swallowed one last time and lifted her head, his cock popping out of her mouth. She leaned there on him, panting heavily as she fought to catch her breath. Finally, sitting back on her feet, she regained her composure and felt some of the unseen man's cum leak out of her used asshole.

She looked off to her right toward the door and saw Pete on the couch stroking. She got up and walked over to him.

"That was fucking hot, Danielle," he panted as he pumped his cock.

She smiled, leaned down and kissed him then said, "Be right back, gotta pee."

She sat quietly on the toilet, catching her breath and recalling the events of the last few hours. She knew before she came to Atlantic City that she was going to let loose and really enjoy meeting guys. She chuckled to herself thinking that if the rest of her vacation was going to be like today, she'd be in cock and cum heaven.

She let the last of her piss dribble out of her soft cock and pushed out some of the cum that was still in her slick asshole. She wiped delicately and made her way to the sinks. Checking herself out, she saw that she wasn't too worse for wear. The nightie had some damp spots here and there and her lipstick was nearly gone. She washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. As she dried her lips to apply more lipstick, the door opened and the Thin Man came in. He had on matching cargo shorts and sneakers to the white shirt she'd previously seen him in. Seeing her at the sink, he put a hand on her shoulder, gently turning her toward him.

"That was a hot blowjob, thank you, sissy," he said kissing her cheek.

"You're welcome." she replied, rubbing the front of his shorts. "But I'm not technically a sissy. Just a T-Girl that loves cock," she chuckled, winking at him.

He made his way into a stall and she turned back to the mirror and applied another covering of the dark red lipstick. She threw a few air kisses to her reflection and then kissed the mirror. She giggled and exited the restroom, leaving her lip prints for the guys that would come in after her.

Before returning to Pete, she took a quick detour to see Vanessa and get a bottle of water. They exchanged a few words and a few kisses on the cheek and Danielle soon walked through the theater door once again.

Pete was still sitting on the couch, relaxing with his shorts still around his ankles, but he was not stroking his cock. She caressed his head and he looked up at her.

"Hey, all good?" he asked.

"Yep, just stopped to get my water." She leaned down and kissed him. "I want to take a break. Is it okay if I lounge there with you?"

"Yeah, there's plenty of room, no one will mind."

She walked around Pete's open legs and sat on the couch, reclining back on him, extending her legs and feet. She moaned slightly as she felt the coolness of the soft leather on her bare ass and legs.

"Here, put your head down here," he said, adjusting her so she could put her head in his lap. He fixed himself so that when she turned her head to look at the action in the room or the TV, she could feel his semi-hard cock on the back of her head.

She watched all sorts of action in the room: she saw guys lean over guys sitting on chairs and sucking their cocks; on a couch on the far wall she saw a clothed fat man fucking a naked old man from behind. Nearly next to them, a black guy was sitting with his pants around his ankles, his white partner bouncing on his big black cock. The TV screen had two blonde-haired twinks in a loving embrace, their tongues and lips trading licks and kisses as they rubbed their slender hardons on each other's belly. She felt Pete's cock thicken slowly behind her head and occasionally he would caress her satin-covered tummy or her tiny breasts. She was getting aroused herself. So much so, that she reached down and lazily rubbed and stroked her semi-hard cock.

This lounging, watching and rubbing went on for quite some time. Guys came in, played, guys went out. A steady stream of sex and cum was everywhere to be seen in the room.

A little while later, a shadowy figure blocked her view. She looked up to see an old gentleman, in his 70s she guessed, looking down at her. He had gray, hollow-ish eyes and his thinning silver hair lay flat against his head. He was dressed in a white dress shirt, black dress pants and shoes.

"Miss? Would you mind if I sat down near you?" he asked, pointing toward a spot on the couch that she had freed up when she brought her feet up to open her legs.

"Not at all," she said, caressing one of his legs, "please join me."

He whispered a 'thank you' and sank down in the soft cushion. Danielle continued to lie there, watching the different sex acts and rubbing herself. She could feel Pete's hand caress her head and the fabric of the old gentleman's pants rub lightly on her toes. She wasn't sure if he wanted her touching him, so she pulled her feet back slightly, so she wouldn't interrupt his attention from the room.

"I wouldn't mind if you put your feet in my lap, Miss. And you'd be more comfortable," he offered in a low voice.

"Um, thank you," she said, gently extending her legs and resting them on the man's lap. She thought she could feel a slight bulge against her heels.

He raised a trembling hand and caressed around her ankles and lower legs.

"Is this okay, Miss?"

He had such interesting eyes, she thought. "Yes, it's okay."

He smiled and nodded once, turning his attention to the TV. Danielle indulged in the feelings the man's hands were giving her. He caressed her from her ankles to her thighs and back and all around. Slowly, softly, he traced his fingers on her tingling skin. She started a slow, steady stroke of her fully- hard cock.

He looked at her once again. "May I take off your heels?"

She was mesmerized by this man's eyes and his gentle, yet arousing, touch. All she could do was nod an affirmative. He smiled and as gently as he'd caressed her skin, undid the straps around her ankles and slipped off each shoe, being as delicate as he could. As he removed each shoe, he placed it on the floor in front of them. He brought his hands to her feet, placing one hand across her soles. Using his other hand, he delicately caressed the tops of her feet with his fingertips. Danielle thought that he appeared to be mesmerized by her feet.

"You have such exquisite feet, My Dear," he said, hypnotized.

"Th-thank you," she whispered.

"Magnificent toes."

She watched as his head dipped low as he softly kissed her toes, then gazed hotly as his tongue snaked out and lightly brushed over her toes. She inhaled sharply at the contact, his damp tongue sending shivers all through her lower body. He looked at her with sparkling, hypnotizing eyes and nodded almost-imperceptibly, asking permission to continue. She was breathing heavily and could not voice her approval; she could only nod to him.

He gave her intense sensations emanating from her feet like no one had ever done before. Jason had kissed her feet and sucked her toes the previous night, and she loved it, but it was nothing like what this old man was doing to her. His bony fingers caressed her soles, tickling her; his other hand gently rubbed the tops of her feet and her ankles. His tongue was wet and hot; he licked and kissed each toe, circling around them and in between. She was rapidly stroking her cock, her precum oozing and running down her fingers. She panted as his lips closed around her toes. He sucked her succulent toes and swirled his tongue around them as his fingers played with her sensations as he dragged them across her soles. His touch tickled and tingled; she could not stop herself from wiggling her toes in his mouth. His tongue found its way in between her toes again and she moaned loudly; a second later, five spurts of her cum erupted from her cock, soaking her nightie, hand and balls. Panting heavily, she felt him withdraw her toes from his mouth. Looking down, she saw him stroke his thin cock roughly. His eyes were closed and his face was turned towards the ceiling. She thought he was going to have a heart attack. But she needn't have worried; a moment later, he exhaled sharply and a few streams of watery cum flowed out onto her toes and down the tops of her feet. She wiggled her toes and rubbed them on the head of his shrinking cock. He took a few deep breaths, opened his eyes and gently rose from the couch, still holding Danielle's feet in his hands. He delicately placed her feet on the couch, came near her head and kissed her mouth.

"Thank you, My Dear," he said, then was gone.

She looked up into Pete's face and saw him smiling. He reached up and took her face in his hands, turning her head, telling her that he wanted his cock in her mouth. She shifted her head slightly and took his cock in her hungry mouth, slurping and slobbering over his hot poker.

"Shit!"

The exclamation made her turn her head. She dropped Pete's cock from her mouth and focused her attention to a chubby guy in a hoodie, his sweat pants bunched around his ankles. He stood at the end of the couch leaning over, jerking his cock, spurting a large amount of thick sperm all over her toes, feet and the couch. She instinctively wiggled her toes to get as much of the sticky cum in between her toes as possible. He stroked until he started to soften; he shook his cock a couple times, making the few drools of cum on his cock fly into the air. He grunted as he pulled up his sweat pants and he walked off.

Pete could not wait any longer.

"Danielle, get up here and sit on my cock. Now."

She got up, carefully placing her cum-coated feet on the floor. Pete positioned her so she was facing the TV. He lowered her, putting his hot cock against her asshole. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down forcefully, making her fill the room with a loud cry of pleasure. Pete turned out to be much stronger than she thought; he picked her up and bounced her on his stiff love stick simply by holding her hips. He pounded her asshole furiously. Her drooling, semi-soft cock flopped and leaked frantically with each of his powerful thrusts. The tips of her cummy toes continuously brushed the floor as she bounced on his cock. Droplets and strings of sperm dripped off of her wiggling pointed toes.

She felt a hand on her head; a black man in a business suit was standing to her right, with his cock pointing out of his fly. He took her head in his hands and drew her mouth on and down his rigid tool. She felt the slimy head of his 7-inch cock poke the back of her throat. He kept hold of her head, pumping his hips back and forth, but also moving Danielle's head in rhythm with his thrusts. She slurped around his cock; his precum oozing onto her tongue, its sweet flavor making her moan. Her black lover stiffened sharply, grabbed her hair and unloaded in her mouth, growling loudly. Pete gripped her hips roughly and jammed her down on his cock one last time, he too, spurting his hot semen in her body. She gagged on the spewing cock in her mouth, swallowing roughly as her eyes watered. Pete pushed up, trying to get more of his cock into her as he moaned in his own orgasm.

The black man let go of her head and she backed her mouth to the top of his cock to swirl and swallow the last of his emissions. His cock popped out of her mouth as he stood there panting. Pete shook with little post-orgasm quakes as he sat there breathing heavily. She saw Marvin standing near them, stroking his very thick, hard cock. She motioned him forward.

"I was hoping to fuck you, but I gotta cum and run. Open your mouth!"

His cock was like a fire hose, firing several shots of hot semen in her mouth, all over her lips, chin and cheeks. Some even got up her nose and splashed on her neck. She swallowed as much of it as she could, the rest just dripped down and made her nightie a mess.

She coughed and swallowed and tried to get the cum out of her nose. Marvin kissed the side of her head and disappeared through the door.

Danielle leaned back on Pete and cradled his head in an arm. She leaned down and placed a deep kiss on his mouth, smearing some of Marvin's cum on his face and feeling his cock throb in her love tunnel.

They remained that way for several minutes, regaining their strength. As they sat there exchanging soft kisses, Danielle felt Pete's cock slide gently out of her slimy asshole. She giggled at the feeling.

"Danielle, I wish we could stay all night, you're fucking hot. But it's about time we head back."

She kissed his cheek and moaned softly in his ear. "Thank you, honey. You were absolutely fantastic today, too." She kissed his mouth deeply.

They spent a few more minutes kissing and cuddling then Danielle cautiously stood up, as her feet were slick with cum and she didn't want to slip. She picked up her heels as Pete got up and dressed. He took her arm and she tip-toed out to the restroom. Pete came in a moment later with her bag and she spent several minutes freshening up and dressing in more-presentable attire for the ride home.

"Danielle, it was nice meeting you," Vanessa said as she got up from her stool. "You better come back and see us again," she added, smiling warmly. "Marvin asked me to give this to you." She handed Danielle a business card with Marvin's name and contact information. "He said to call him next time you're going to visit, he wants to fuck you," she said with sparkling eyes.

"Thank you. And it was great meeting you. And I will visit again soon," she replied, returning Vanessa's tight hug.

"I'm here weekdays. Once every couple of months I'll be here on a weekend, if there's a shortage on the schedule," Vanessa offered.

"That's good to know. Maybe I can enjoy your cock next time?"

"Well, normally I don't play with customers, but I would make an exception for you," Vanessa said, winking as she sat down.

Pete piped in: "You'll enjoy it, believe me."

"Pete!"

"What?" he asked Vanessa in mock shock.

"Stop being naughty."

"It's true. You have an impressive piece of meat, there."

"He's right, it is gorgeous," Danielle added. "I honestly wouldn't mind sucking it."

"She'll fuck you real good with it, too." he said.

Vanessa threw a half-empty bottle of water at him. "You oughta know!"

"What?!," Danielle exclaimed.

"We gotta go," Pete said hurriedly.

The gurls shared a laugh and they again bid each other goodbye.

On the way out, Danielle heard Vanessa say, "Make sure he tells you about it on the way home."

"I will!"

The ride back to The Starr took slightly more than an hour, due to traffic. On the return trip they exchanged more conversation, but since each was nearly exhausted, they did not trade any sex play. Pete told Danielle that he and Vanessa were old friends from The Barn and that they would meet on a regular basis to play. Most times, Pete topped Vanessa, but it got to a point where he would have Vanessa top him. She was one of only a few T-Girls he played with that he would allow to top him.

"I'd let you top me," he said winking at her.

She blushed. "Thanks, honey."

He said he missed his weekly meetings with Vanessa since he'd moved to Delaware. He told her that when she was in the bathroom changing into lingerie, he told Vanessa he was going to try to see her again as much as possible, even though they lived 100 or so miles away from each other.

They soon pulled into the driveway of the hotel. Danielle did a cursory check in the visor mirror to make sure her face was presentable; some traces of mascara remained, but other than the reddishness of her lips, she was fine. He pulled up and a valet went to open his door. Pete waved him off saying Danielle was the one getting out.

She leaned over to him and kissed him warmly. "How do I smell?" she asked Pete as the valet opened her door.

He did a few sniffs and said smiling, "Like a whore."

"Gee, thanks," she said, chuckling, as she got out. The valet closed the door and she walked around the front of the car to Pete's window. Leaning down on the door she said, "It's too bad we can't connect again, since you're leaving."

"Maybe we can figure something out."

"And you better shower before your wife smells you, you don't smell too heavenly, either," she chuckled.

"It's okay, she knows I play around."

"Shame you moved to Delaware," she said before she leaned in and kissed him deeply. Breaking the kiss, she caressed his cheek. "I'm in room 2939, if you didn't notice earlier. Call the hotel and leave me a message if you'd want me to contact you again at some point."

"I will do that. Thank you, Danielle. I had so much fun today with you. You're amazing."

"Thank you, honey. Bye for now," she said, winking at him.

He threw her a kiss and she watched as he drove off down the driveway.

She took a 5-dollar bill out of the bag and gave it to the valet. "Thank you, honey."

"Thank you, Miss," he said smiling.

She entered the hotel and took the stairs and the escalator directly to the elevators. Thankfully, there were no other patrons needing an elevator, so she rode to her floor in silence.

A few moments later, she entered her room, tired but extremely happy and satisfied. She tossed her backpack on the dresser and kicked off her sneakers. Shaking out of her blouse and skirt, she peeled off her socks; they stuck to her skin in different areas as she'd did her best to wipe off two loads of cum. She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She got under the steaming spray and lost herself in the heat and sensation of the water droplets hitting and cascading off of the top of her head and down her body. She stood motionless for several minutes, just letting the water wash over her, cleansing her skin yet massaging at the same time. She eventually lathered herself: head, body, cock and balls, asshole, feet and toes and every other inch of her used-but- satisfied body. She poked her sore asshole with a couple of soapy fingers, giving herself a cursory cleaning inside. She rinsed, inside and out, and turned off the water. She patted herself dry and went to her closet and slipped on a black satin robe over her naked body. She could still smell traces of perfume on it from the night before.

Sitting on the bed, she made two phone calls: one to Scott inviting him to join her for breakfast in her room the next morning before his shift and the second to room service, for a salad and mini bottle of wine for dinner. She popped on a movie channel and waited for her dinner to arrive.

Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. She tied her robe, let in the room service guy and he set up her dinner on the table. She thanked and tipped him and closed the door softly as he left.

She went over to the table, but did not want to sit there. She took her dinner and climbed up on the bed. Opening her robe and situating herself comfortably on the pillows, she dove into her salad and breaded chicken as she watched some unrecognizable sci-fi movie. She'd apparently been hungrier than she thought; there was little left except a few croutons. She chuckled to herself thinking, 'of course I'm hungry, all I had to eat all afternoon was cum'. As some guys in blue uniforms on the screen, assumedly the good guys, were prepping for a space battle, she put the empty food containers on the nightstand and leaned back to watch the rest of the movie.

She was fast asleep before the space battle began.

To be continued... :)

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Here are the stories in Danielle's Universe:

Episode 01: "Vacation in Atlantic City!"

  • I: The Train Ride to Atlantic City

  • II: Check-In

  • III: Dinner by Starlight


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Next: Chapter 5: A Casino Run and Dinner Date


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