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My last story got some good responses in some places, so I decided that I am gonna go ahead and distribute the next part of the night. For those that missed the first part, check my user account. Also, for those messaging me asking what I look like there are photos on my user account and my display photo. If I wanted to show more I will. All my stories are 100% real. If you believe them or not is on you.

The TL:DR from part 1: I went out with friends to a bar, flirted with a cute goth girl and a few other cute queers, and then got a message from a guy I been chatting with in Grindr. Met up with Grindr dude at his car in the parking garage and ended up bent over the hood of his car and filled with cum. After the hook up, I got a text from the cute goth girl.

I was probably standing in the middle of the garage with a gigantic smile on my face looking at the message. I don’t know about you, but queer people know how to flirt, even in the simplest of text messages. For the sake of not calling her “goth girl” a million times, I am gonna name her Sara. Of course that’s not her real name, we got to protect the “innocent.”

To give a quick description of Sara, she is 27 years old, about 5’11” in height, lovely curves and thick thighs. Short dyed hair with an undercut. I have never been good at assessing or guessing a bra size based on view, however I would say they were delightfully perky tits. For me though, I am an ass and thigh girl, and Sara was stacked in these departments.

Sara had texted me asking what my plans for the rest of the evening were gonna be. I shot her a quick reply letting her know I was pretty open since my friends fucked off to the shittiest bar downtown. She sent me an address and told me I should meet her there. She was at a house party not far from downtown. I decided I would walk there, and as I headed that way something felt oddly familiar. As I arrived at the house, I recognized it was an ex-partner’s house. Thankfully, I do my best not to have toxic breaks from parties, so the moment I stepped into the living room I was tackled by my ex-partner. They were clearly enjoying the evening, and they planted a gigantic kiss on my lips before sneakily slipping me their tongue for a moment. They had at all times been high energy and enthusiastic. We ended up breaking up because we were just looking for different things in life.

I struggled a little to break their embrace, and they asked what brought me over to their place. I jokingly gestured around me as they seemed to have forgotten they hosted a party. We laughed a bit, and I told them I was invited to meet up with Sara. My Ex knows my tastes and grinned widely. They assured me that I was not chatting up someone insane, and before I knew it they yelled out for Sara saying “Sara, your hot piece of ass has arrived.” Ever the wing-enby that one.

Sara waved me over to a seat by the window, and handed me a drink. I popped the cap off and we picked up where we left off chatting. She placed her hand in my thigh after a bit and asked if we could relocate to another room as it was getting hard to hear each other. I graciously agreed and we went upstairs. There was not much reprieve as the one bedroom that was unlocked was occupied by none other than my ex and one of their friends making out. I laughed and told them to call us if they needed anything more before they threw a pillow at me and we shut the door. Sara suggested just stepping outside, so we went out back and sat on the patio. Our conversation flowed easily, and suddenly, Sara asked where I went after she left the bar. This was curious as she left before me. I was honest with her and told her I met up with a guy I had been chatting with after she left.

She smiled and pulled out her phone, and showed me a text message from someone that just said “I just fucked such a hottie in the parking garage.” The next few messages between Sara and the guy were Sara asking for a description of the girl he was with. The guy proceeded to describe me and my outfit. I looked up at Sara and she had a mischievous look up on her face. The thing about the queer community is that it is at all times smaller than you think. Everyone is connected to someone else in some way.

Sara broke the stunned silence and said, “I hear it’s really good, ” as she grabbed my ass. I was stunned by her sudden brazen attitude. She grabbed my ass a bit harder and pulled me in towards her and whispered in my ear “if you want to get out of here, I know my roommate is staying at her boyfriend’s tonight if you think you can handle more.” I agreed with her, and we left the party, not before taking a quick second to text my ex that I was leaving and the guy on Grindr that I couldn’t believe he fucked and told ( teasingly of course).

Sara’s apartment was about a ten minute walk from the party. We stopped ever so often to kiss and playfully grope one another. When we arrived at the apartment, Sara let me in and she followed behind, locking the door behind her. She took off her boots, and joined me standing in the entry way. As I turned to face her she grabbed my waist and wrist and pushed me against the wall. I melted immediately as she took control of me. She held my arm to the wall slightly above my head and ran her other hand over my chest and down my waist before grabbing my bulge. She complimented my growing girlcock and then began kissing me. We made out fervently as she explored my neck, waist, and ass over my dress. After a few minutes of intense kissing, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the living room. She lifted my dress over my head and pushed me down into a large ottoman she had in the center of her living room. She stood above me and demanded I help her undress.

I got to work undoing her belt and unbuttoning her skirt as she lifted her shirt over her head. Her skirt fell to the floor as she turned around and told me to remove her bra. I unhooked her bra and she threw it apart, turning around to present her tits to me. She leaned forward, putting them to my face and as I reached up to grab them and to take a nipple into my mouth, she grabbed my wrists again and pushed me back onto the ottoman, pinning them and straddling my waist with hers. My girlcock was fully stiffened, and slightly peaking out of my panties and she pressed her hips down and began grinding against me as she leaned forward and pressed her breasts in my face. She said suck her nipples, which I eagerly obeyed, as she grinded against me. My hips joined her in the rhythm, feeling how excited she was getting through her own panties. After a bit more teasing and grinding, she leaned in and whispered in my ear to get undressed and wait here for her. She stood up, and took her panties off, throwing them to me and taking a second to let me admire her gorgeous nude body before walking down the hall into what I could only assume was her room. The lights in the room were low and warm, like artificial candle lights all around the room and fairy light strings. In the low glow I could make out a subtle but well maintained bush over her pussy.

I stood up, feeling a little bit of the alcohol from earlier. I removed my panties and bralette, and sat down on the couch fully naked besides my fishnets. A moment later Sara returned wearing a leather harness with a decent sized dildo mounted to the front. The silicon phallus had to be around 8 inches with decent girth. She stood near the ottoman and told me to crawl toward her. I got on my hands and knees and crawled forward stopping right before her. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head to look up at her as she smacked my face with her strap. I stuck my tongue out and she slid the strap on into my mouth and bucked her hips, feeding me her toy cock. As she did so she called me a gorgeous little slut and called me a good girl. I was putty in her hands. After getting the strap well coated in my spit, she told me to get in the ottoman on all fours. I obeyed willingly and she spread some lube on my hole. She commented on the load I received early which was still slowly dripping and leaking from inside me.

She placed the head of her strap at my hole and told me to beg for it. I whimpered and begged for her to enter me, which she quickly obliged as she grabbed my hips and pushed her strap into me. My well used and lubed hole quickly took in her toy cock and she began thrusting away at my hole. Her moans were musically almost, as I quickly figured her harness was double ended, so with each thrust she was fucking herself. I began to buck back into her thrusts and she praised me for being a good butt slut for her. She quickened her pace for a bit, then would slow down and make smooth even, yet strong strokes. I tell you, cis girls and trans girls know how to fuck! They just get it! Sara worked my hole tirelessly, driving herself to orgasm three times in at least 15 minutes before flipping me onto my back to continue her assault on my hole. She toyed with me, each time I was nearing a climax, she changed her rhythm and told me not to cum yet.

I lost track of how long Sara fucked me for, forgetting to check the clock at all as we changed positions multiple times. For a while I rode her, then she would bend me over the couch, or put me on all fours on the floor. She came damn near a dozen times as she fucked me. She finally put me in my back once more on the ottoman, and was thrusting just right stimulating my prostate. She gripped my girl cock firmly and told me to cum for her. I couldn’t hold it anymore and let loose, shooting girly cum all over her stomach and mine. She started to gather up my cum on her fingers when we heard the lock on the front door start to twist. I looked up at Sara panicking as she looked towards the door, yet still keeping her strap deep inside me. As a cute girl dressed like Bowsette walked into the room. I assumed this was Sara’s roommate.

“You forgot to text me that you were having company over Sara.” Her roommate laughed. “She is cute though, guess I missed a good time.” She winked at me and walked towards her room. Sara fed me my cum from her fingers and asked her roommate why she was back to which she replied “boyfriend is an asshole and has whiskey dick. No point in staying over.” She wished us a good night and shut the door to her room. Sara finally let me up from the ottoman, and led me to the bathroom to clean up. As I went back to the living room to redress, she snatched my thong from my hands. “This is mine until you come back to earn it back.” She said with a smile. She walked me to the door and offered to walk with me back to my car. I thanked her but declined, and she gave me a kiss and wished me a good night.

From there I headed home ready to pass out from all the activity.

As I was writing this, Sara texted me a picture of my thong sitting on the end table in the living room of her apartment with the message “when you are ready to earn it back little girl.” I am sure there are gonna be more adventures ahead with this woman, and I cannot wait for it.

Let me know if I should tell you more about my adventures. I have been active in the kink, BDSM, and swinging community for several years now.

And one last message, do your part to keep the community safe. Get vaccinated, get yourself Checked for STDs and STIs regularly. Communicate you status and opt for safer sex options. We all enjoy the freedom of healthy sexual lives so let’s take care of each other and play clever.

NSFW: yes

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