I felt the sheet pulled back and then he had his hand on my cock and gently began to stroke me. He used his free hand to cup my balls and kneaded them...as he began to move faster on my cock. I held my breath, that feeling was back and then I groaned and tried to pull my cock out of his hand by rolling my pelvis.He cupped the tip of my cock and I spurted the creamy white stuff into his hand as I listened to him breathing. I was warm and wet and when I stopped spurting he grabbed my tip real hard. What was she doing? This was sheer, utter madness! Could she honestly walk up to a man she met less than 12 hours ago and ask to get into his bed? The butterflies in her stomach were flapping about violently as if they were real and trying to escape the confines of her body. No, she took it as a gauntlet, one her husband had thrown down - a game of chicken except it wasn't dodging traffic but to do something that could be considered reckless beyond all belief. She soaped her body down and. He slapped me sharply on the ass and said, "You want my cock bitch?" Oh yes baby! GIve it to me!" I screamed."Beg for it bitch!" he said."Please daddy, give me your cock," I begged. "Give it to me please!" Good girl," he said. " You just had to ask nicely."Brad began to thrust, slowly at first, then more intensely. He kept slapping me on the ass hard as he fucked me. As he fucked me harder and deeper, he slapped me harder, making my ass sting. As he fucked me, I was totally immobile and. “Jeff -- I’m trans.”His jaw dropped and he regarded her in the light from a streetlamp. “Do you mean, trans-gender?”“I prefer the term trans-sexual.”“Holy shit ... I never would’ve guessed, Chelsea. You’re so perfect.”“I am far from that.” Chelsea buried her face in her hands.“Did I say something wrong?”“No ... yes ... I don’t know ... I’m not perfect ... I’m just ... me.” She looked up at him. “I do have feelings for you. Jeff -- I’m not used to a guy giving me your sort of attention; and I.