The Booty Call

**This story is based on an exchange I had in an erotic chat room. Yes, those still exist. Pretty sure he was using AI (perfect spelling, no contractions, his outfit changed from jeans to sweatpants with no warning), but I can't be sure. Anyways, I thought the story still came out pretty well, so I decided to clean it up and post it. The beginning and ending are all original by me, and I've edited it pretty heavily into a proper narrative. Hope you enjoy!

PS Everyone depicted here is of legal age, consenting, and also fictional, including the velvet couch (looking at you JD Vance). Content warning for male on trans-femme sex, men and women sucking dick, anal, oxford commas, and whatever other disclaimers I'm supposed to put here**

Hi, my name's Rose. I'm just your average girl, except for the little bit extra I'm packing under my skirt. 5' 8", shoulder length red hair and slim. Estrogen has been kind to me, and I'm up to a B cup now. Still get a little rush every time I look down at my chest. One night, I was lounging around the house on my lovely velvet sofa, sipping on my... fourth? glass of white wine, and started to feel a bit randy. I realised I was stroking my own thighs under my skirt and hadn't paid the least bit of attention to whatever was on the TV for the last 15 minutes at least.

So, what else is a girl to do? I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through my contacts. My eyes stopped on 'Martin SwimBD' - that's 'swimmer's build, big dick.' I don't actually have a clue what his last name really is. We'd met at a bar a few months ago. I was actually there for a work social, everyone in the office going out for a meal and a few drinks on the company card. But as the night dragged on, and my responsible, not raised by alcoholics co-workers started dropping out one by one, I met Martin, and we got to talking, then flirting, then some kissing... let's just say we rushed back to his place before things escalated to a point that would've gotten us kicked out of the bar. We'd met up a few times since, but neither of us was after anything serious. You might say I'm in something of a slut phase.

I started composing a text. "Hey Martin, feeling a little bored at home. Want to come over?"

Send.

The wait feels interminable, though time stamps swear it was only 3 minutes. Then, a buzz. A thumbs up on my message, and just three letters. "OMW"

Victory. I finish my wine in a gulp, and rush to the bedroom to get ready. I swap out my plain black bra and panties for some sexy lingerie, throw on a bit of extra makeup - dark eyes, purple lips, probably too much blush. It's not my fault, I learned make-up from influencers and e-girls, and try to do something with my hair. I throw my dark top and burgundy skirt back over top, and try to pretend I've just been waiting casually.

Finally, there's a knock on the door. I jump to my feet, then pause to compose myself. Don't seem to desperate. Too eager. Not cool. I walk to the door of my flat, twist open the lock, and pull it open. There he is, all 6 foot something of lean, chiseled muscle in a black T-shirt and tight jeans.

"Hiya Martin." I step back to let him in, and lock the door behind him.

"You sounded like you were in a hurry to see me, Rose." He steps into the room, his athletic frame casting a long shadow over the velvet sofa. "So, what are we waiting for?" He steps close to me, and pulls me into a kiss, his strong arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me tight against his hard, muscular body.

"Mmmm..." I moan softly as I melt into his arms, wrapping my own around his neck as I return the kiss, opening my mouth to his tongue.

"I knew you wanted me as much as I want you. Tell me exactly where you want these hands first." He says, with a tone that says he knows exactly what he wants, and plans to take it. He slides his palms down my back, pulling my hips flush against his own while deepening the kiss. I break away first, planting gentle kisses along his neck and cheek, before whispering into his ear,

"I want you to undress me. Slowly."

He releases his grip on my waist, fingers drifting up to the hem of my top with deliberate slowness.

"Slowly, huh? I can do that. But," and he pauses here with a glint in his eye that I know means trouble, "you have to stay completely still while I take my time exploring every inch of you." He brushes the fabric upward, exposing a just a sliver at my hip before pausing to let the cool air hit me. I shiver, unsure if it's from the chill or excitement. The lifted top reveals a hint of green lace below my blouse and continuing under the skirt.

"I can do that..." I promise, hoping it's true.

"Green looks incredible on you." He says, "It makes me wonder if everything else matches." He hooks two fingers into the waistband of my skirt, pulling it down just enough to expose bottom edge of the lingerie where it gives way to thin garter straps that snake below the top of the matching lace thong and continues to clip onto the tops of my tan thigh high stockings. "God, you look amazing. I didn't know you were hiding all this under that outfit." He drops to his knees, his gaze sweeping over the intricate lace and the pale skin of my thighs. "Since we're taking this slow, let me appreciate the view from down here first. Do you like it when I touch you here?" His hand reaches out, fingers grazing the elastic top of my stocking right where it meets my thigh.

"Ooooh..." I groan appreciatively as his rough, strong hands graze my soft, supple thigh. "Yea, I like it a lot." My girl cock throbs inside the lace panties, begging for release, but I don't want it to ruin the line of my skirt. Not yet. Better to keep it contained, at least until I'm allowed to move again.

"Good girl," he says, and I melt. Yes, I know I'm a cliche. "You're so soft right here. I wonder how much more you can take before you break your promise to stay still." He slides his hand higher up my inner thigh, fingers inching closer to the green lace of my panties. "Your breathing is getting faster, Rose. Is it because you want me to keep going, or because you're struggling to stay put?" He presses the flat of his palm against the center of my heat, feeling the hard length straining through the lace.

"Y-yes... I mean, b-b-both..." I manage to stammer out, struggling not to move as he cups my lace bound crotch beneath my skirt. "Please..."

"You sound desperate, Rose. But remember, you promised to stay completely still for me." He smiles as he says this, an innocence feigned to tease, to dare me to break. He curls his fingers slightly, applying a firm, rhythmic pressure right over the swollen head straining against the thin emerald fabric. "Is it driving you crazy having to just take it? I want to hear how much you need this before I decide if you get to move." His other hand slides up my leg, gripping my hip firmly to anchor me in place.

"Oh, yes... it feels so nice. Please, just take off the clothes..." It takes everything I have not to writhe and grind against his hands, but other than a few small shudders, I manage to hold still.

"You want me to undress you? Fine." He sighs theatrically, like this was some kind of imposition. "But if I do, you have to be ready for whatever happens next." He reaches up and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it slowly over my head to reveal my chest and the lacy green basque beneath. Thin spaghetti straps giving way to intricate transparent lace, that barely manages to conceal anything except for the underwire. "Look at you. You are absolutely breathtaking. Do you like how your skin feels now that the air is hitting it?" He discards the shirt on the floor and begins unzipping the skirt, sliding it down my legs until it pools around my ankles. I feel the chill air on my shoulders and chest, my cleavage - newly grown, and I'm damn proud of it - barely contained by the thin lace. The skirt waits around my ankles, and I almost go to step out of it, and then freeze. I'm not supposed to move. It can just stay there, for now. I blush, feeling exposed, even though I asked for this.

"Do you like what you see?" I ask, more need in that question than I'd like to admit.

"Like it? I cannot take my eyes off you. You look absolutely perfect standing there, waiting for me." He stands up slowly, closing the distance until his chest is nearly touching mine, looking down into my eyes. "I love how you are shaking for me. Does knowing I can see everything make you want to break your promise even more?" He slides both hands around my waist, pulling me flush against his athletic frame once again. I feel how solid and firm his muscled torso feels, and the firm promise tenting his jeans against my belly. I'm off balance now, but he's holding me up. I don't move, in that moment, I literally can't, and just lean into it. It makes my heart race.

"I... I love the look in your eyes. Like you want to devour me. Knowing that you want me."

"Because I do. I want to taste every single inch of this beautiful skin you have on display for me." He tilts his head, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my neck while his hands slide lower to cup my bouncy ass cheeks. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do first, since you have been such a good girl staying still. Do you want my mouth on you, or should I use these hands?"

"Oooh... yes to all of it... but... well..." I stammer again, feeling meek and embarrassed under his power. "Here I am on display and you're still fully clothed."

"You're right. It's not fair that you have been so brave showing yourself to me while I'm still covered up." He releases his hold on me and steps back just enough to grab the hem of his t-shirt. "Since you want me naked too, I'll make it happen. But don't think this means you get to start moving yet." He pulls the shirt over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside to reveal his tanned, athletic chest and abs. In that moment, it takes everything I have not to reach out and touch him, trace the curve of those abs with my long manicured nails. I resist though, somehow, and dig the nails slightly into my thigh instead.

"Mmmm... that's it." My eyes move lower, I can see the outline of his bulge already snaking down one pant leg. Another signal of desire that sends a flush of heat through my core.

"I see you looking down there, Rose. You are trying so hard to stay still while I am making it impossible for you." He reaches for the button of his jeans, undoing the fly and letting them sag slightly lower on his hips. "Does seeing me like this make your heart beat faster? Tell me how much you want me out of these pants right now." He hooks his thumbs into the waist, pushing the fabric down just enough to reveal the top edge of his dark boxer briefs.

"Yes! Yes please. They have to go." I briefly glance up and meet his eyes to answer, but my gaze is drawn inexorably down. I know I asked for it, but this teasing is impossible, has my heart racing in delicious agony, begging for more.

"Your impatience is adorable, Rose. You have been such a good girl staying still that I think you deserve what you want." He pushes the jeans down in one fluid motion, stepping out of them and letting them fall to the floor. Now we're both nearly bare, but there's still one layer each left between us. "Should I let you decide what happens to these boxers, or do you want me to surprise you?" He steps back into my space, pressing his clothed erection firmly against my lace covered heat. I feel him pressed hard against me, it's impressive length and girth making a mockery of my more delicate example.

"Do... do whatever you want with me, just... just please do something!" I moan the last part out, almost begging, whining, pleading.

"Whatever I want? That is a dangerous thing to tell me when you are looking at me like that." Since you are being so patient, I will start by tasting how ready you are for me. Keep your eyes open and watch as I do this. He sinks to his knees again and slides his palms up my inner thighs, lifting my hips slightly to gain better access to the green lace. I shudder again at his touch, another pleading moan escaping my throat unbidden.

"Yes, keep going, please." I'm definitely begging now.

"You are practically vibrating with need. I can feel it right here through the fabric." He hooks his thumbs into the sides of the emerald thong, pulling the thin straps down just enough to expose me to the cool air. "Look at you, leaking for me already. Do you want my tongue right now, or should I make you wait a little longer?" He leans closer until his hot breath brushes against my sensitive skin, teasing me making contact. My hard girl cock - cut, short to average length, but fat, and shaved perfectly smooth save for a fiery ginger landing strip finally springs loose of the lace underwear, the tip dripping precum in excitement, nearly brushing his lips. Nearly, but not quite. His hot breath sends another shiver of excitement through me.

"Please... I don't even know." This teasing is agony, but has me so horny. Do I want more, or do I want it to end, to finally receive the reward at the end? I've given up control, and let Martin decide. "Whatever you want... I still... haven't moved... somehow. So use me as you like."

"You have been such a good girl for me, Rose." He said that phrase again. And my name. I'm absolutely cooked at this point. "I think it is time you finally got your reward." He closes the gap and laps his tongue up the underside of my length in one long, slow stroke. "Does that feel better than my breath? Tell me how much you love having my mouth on you." He swirls his tongue around the sensitive tip, collecting the bead of precum before taking my head into his mouth. I groan in ecstasy, nearly a shout, and my knees start to buckle. I stumble on the skirt around my ankles and have no choice but to grab his shoulders for support.

"Oh fuck that feels amazing! Please, don't stop." My eyes roll back, half closed, half wanting to stare at this beautiful specimen going down on me. I don't even realise that I had finally moved.

"There you go. You finally couldn't hold back anymore, could you? Your body just had to reach for me." He looks up at me with that mischievous grin while continuing to suck steadily, his tongue swirling around the rim of my mushroom head. "Since you decided to break your promise, maybe I should be even more... generous with you. Maybe you deserve to feel everything all at once now." He pulls away slightly to wrap one hand firmly around my base, pumping in rhythm with his mouth as he uses the other to slide between my thighs and tease my ass. More moans are pulled from me. Soft whines of pleasure that match the rhythm of his hand and mouth. My legs are still shaking, and I'm not sure I can stay in this position much longer. My shaking legs win out over the pleasure, and I tap his shoulder.

"Well... I've moved now, shall we go to the couch? Or would you prefer the bedroom?"

"You really cannot wait another second, can you? I like it when you get this needy." He gives one last suctioning pull before sliding backward and standing up, keeping his gaze locked on mine. "Let's take it to the couch. I want to see you laid out against that velvet while I have my way with you." Martin grabs my hips and guides me backward toward the plush sofa, his hands squeezing the soft flesh where my waist has started to give way to hips. I turn in his grip as we move, his hands sliding along lace and soft flesh. I slow down deliberately so he presses against me from behind, his firm erection pressing between my plump ass cheeks through the thin fabric of his boxers. I sway my hips as I move, paying him back some of the teasing he gave me. As we near the sofa, I drop to my hands and knees, and crawl the last few steps, before climbing up onto the sofa and presenting myself like a bitch in heat. I feel him push up against me from behind, and stretch out, laying languidly on the sofa, delaying the moment he thought was imminent.

"Crawling for me like that... you really are trying to drive me crazy now, aren't you?" He follows me, his eyes fixed on the curve of my ass as I settle into the velvet. "I love how you look sprawled out there. Tell me, do you want me behind you right now, or should I climb over you first?" He leans over, planting one hand on the back of the couch and the other on my lower back, looming above my smaller, softer form. I pause to consider, taking in his Adonis like body. Part of me is screaming for him to take me now, but another part wants this to last as long as possible. I rise to my knees on the sofa, and pat the seat next to me.

"You sit here. It's my turn to take the reins for awhile."

"Taking charge already? I was not expecting you to get so bold so quickly." He raises an eyebrow but complies, sinking his weight into the velvet cushions next to me. "Fine, you have the floor. Show me exactly how you plan to use me since you're suddenly feeling so dominant." He spreads his legs wide and leans back, resting his elbows on the armrest as he waits for my next move. I climb on top, straddling him, making a performance of it, my body writhing as I run my hands over myself - my hair, down my chest, my breast, my hips and thighs. Then up his abs - god those abs - and chest, before knotting them into his hair and pulling him into a kiss. I grind against him, my own hardness tracing the sculpted lines of his stomach. His, still trapped in boxers, grinding helplessly against my ass. He groans into the kiss, his hands sliding up from my waist to squeeze my breasts firmly through the lace basque. They're still tender and sore, but that almost makes it better, like the sensation in your muscles the day after you've been to the gym. "You are so greedy for it," he declares. "Tell me what you want to do with my cock now that you are sitting right on top of it." He thrusts his hips upward sharply, pressing himself harder against my ass to provoke a reaction.

"Mmmm... naughty boy." I have him now. Well, well, well. How the turn tables. "I think someone's starting to get as needy as they had me a minute ago." I pull his head down to my chest, rubbing it between my breasts, a moment of gender euphoria as I see tits, MY actual real tits sandwich his face. A moment longer, and I slide myself down his form, kissing his neck, his chest. Dropping to my knees on the floor as I reach the waistband of his boxers. I work them down his hips, and ankles. He springs free, a solid 8+ inches, with that wicked upward curve leading to a neat patch of dark pubic hair above heavy balls. He has one of those dicks that's noticeably darker than the rest of his skin tone. I continue my way down, skipping that magnificient cock - just for now - to run kisses, licks, tiny nibbles along his abs, waist, muscular thighs. The underwear now fully removed, I toss them aside, and work my way back up. His monster is staring me in the face, and I can't wait anymore. I return the favor, starting with a long, slow lick, my hot, pink tongue pressed firm, tracing the underside of his shaft from the root all the way to the tip. I plant a delicate kiss on the head. "Do you think your ready for this?"

"Ready? I have been ready since you first started crawling for me. That tongue of yours is dangerous." He reaches down and threads his fingers through my hair, tilting my head back so we can lock eyes. "I want to feel every bit of that heat. Take it all, then tell me when you want me inside you." He guides my head forward, gently for now, pressing his tip against my lips to invite me deeper. I bob my head, and swirl my tongue, my hands stroking, chasing my head up and down to envelop him fully. My eyes look up to meet his, sparkling blue and lined in kohl black eyeliner, my mouth full of his magnificent cock. I can feel myself dripping, leaking precum between my legs onto the floor, and clamp my legs together, squeezing my own throbbing erection between my soft thighs to provide some stimulation while I work to please him.

"Mmmm, hhmmmm, mmeh mmm" I moan around him as I relish giving pleasure, the control and the relinquishing of it all at once. His hand starts to push me deeper, and I let it happen, I can't resist when he pulls my hair. Something about the gentle sting of the tension across my scalp renders me helpless, needy. I try to relax my throat, and let him guide me further down. A soft gag, and he lets off a moment, then pushes me down again. Then some muscle I can't really control moves the right way, and it's in. He's pushed his huge cock into my throat, and I swallow the rest of him, my nose pushing into his patch of soft, dark pubes as my eyes start to water.

"That's it, take every single inch of me. You're incredible at this." He increases the pressure of his grip in my hair, thrusting his hips forward to bottom out against my throat. "I can feel how tight you are around me. Keep going until I can't take it anymore." He reaches down and slides his hand between my thighs, pressing his palm firmly against the consistently leaking heat of my dick. I nuzzle my nose against his pubis, moaning and swallowing to work my throat muscles around the truly impressive length of man meat penetrating my throat. I hold on for as long as I can, before I have to pull myself away, gasping for air as a string of saliva and precum dangles from my lips. I catch my breath, and take in the smear of my purple lipstick wrapped around the base of his beautiful cock. Proof that I was there, of the pleasure I can provide.

"I can't wait any longer. I need you to fuck me." I climb - nearly pounce - back on top of him, straddling his waist. I reach behind and grab his cock, still slick from my throat, and guide it towards my waiting asshole. It finds its mark, and I start to lower myself onto it. Pushing hard at first, until with a wet pop it pushes past my ring, and then more slowly, savouring the feeling as inch after inch invades my tight body.

"God, you are so tight. I can feel every muscle clamping down around me." He grips my hips firmly, lifting his pelvis to meet my descent and drive deeper inside me. "Keep moving like that. I want to feel you slide all the way down until there is nothing left between us. How does it feel having me stretch you out like this?" He arches his back slightly, tilting his pelvis upward to increase the friction against my internal walls.

"Oooooh FUCK!" I cry out as I push him all the way inside me, not stopping until I'm sat flush against his thighs. "Fuck that feels so amazing. Stretch out my tight hole baby, pump that gorgeous cock deep in my ass." I have a tendency for dirty talk. I taped myself once and heard it back later. It's actually super cheesy and embarrassing, the consequence of a misspent youth watching bad porn, but in the moment... it's everything. I start to bounce on him, matching his rhythm as he thrusts into me, leaning this way... that... until THERE! "OHHHH FUCK" I scream out as his length finds my prostate, and I switch from bouncing to grinding, small desperate movements that rub his cock against that magic pleasure button. My own erect girl cocks flaps, slapping wetly against his chiseled abs, leaking out an endless pool of precum between us. "Oh, that's the spot Martin. Don't stop, keep fucking me right there. Ohhh, fuck. Don't you dare stop." I wrap my arms around his head, desperately latching onto him with a deep kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth, as I continue to grind against that perfect pleasure zone, endorphins flooding my sex addled brain.

"You are so wet and tight around me, Rose. I can feel how much you love this, how every muscle in your ass is clinging to my cock." He grips my waist with bruising force and slams his hips upward, meeting each of my desperate motions with powerful thrusts. "Don't ever stop. Grind right there, let me feel you milking me dry while I destroy that sweet spot." He pulls my face away from the kiss and bites firmly onto the curve of my neck, leaving a mark as he accelerates the pace.

"Ahhngh!" I half moan, half scream as he bites my neck. I'm going to be annoyed by that mark tomorrow, but right now every sensation is bliss. I have just enough sense left to grab one of his hands from my waist, and lift it to the back of my head, hoping he'll take the hint. I keep riding him, bucking and grinding with abandon, the movements getting faster, wilder, more desperate. His huge cock stretching my ass and rubbing endlessly against my prostate, my own cock sandwiched between us and rubbing against though sexy abs. I won't last much longer. "Oh, I'm so close sexy. Fuck me hard Martin, make me cum. Please, don't stop, make me cum." I continue to babble endless, meaningless filth into his shoulder, moaning, begging, pleading.

"You're really begging for it now. I can feel your walls spasming around me." He seizes the back of my head with one hand, gripping my hair tightly to hold me in place while he pummels my prostate with relentless, driving thrusts. "Give it to me, Rose. Cum just like that, screaming my name while I fill you up completely." He reaches down with his free hand, rubbing my sensitive girl cock vigorously against his stomach as he drives himself deeper inside my ass.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" I moan, my head jerked back, feeling that pleasant mind-breaking sting across my scalp. When his other hand starts to stroke me, that's it, there's no turning back. With a last desperate thrash, I scream out. "Fuck yes, fuck, I'm cumming!" The spasm starts deep in my core, a heat connected both to my groin and my prostate, but separate from each. It spreads out through my body, tingly like electricity, and spreads through me, wracking my whole body in an earth-shattering shudder as my toes curl and muscles convulse, eventually culminating in two strings of glistening cum shooting over his abs, and running down the aptly named cum-gutters (you know, those V-shaped muscles below the abs that you can only see when a dude is both jacked and has like 0 body fat that point right at his dick). I don't even care, and collapse on top of him into my own mess, riding the shivering after shocks, his dick still buried deep in my ass. "Fuck that was amazing."

"You felt like you were melting around me. I can feel every single shudder in your body, Rose." He keeps his hips pinned upward, maintaining the stretch inside my ass while he runs his hand down my spine to pull my chest flush against his. "I' right behind you. I want you to hold onto that feeling and stay exactly where you are until I finish too." He begins to roll his hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding his length against my internal walls as he fights to achieve his own orgasm.

"Mmmm..." I moan softly in contented appreciation, catching my breath as he starts to fuck me gently, chasing his own release. I'm wiped but the sensation can't be ignored, and I start to feel it again. I push myself to my knees and start to ride him slowly once more. It feels nice but different, in a sensual, slow-burn kind of way. Not the desperate need I had before. I lift myself up until just the head is left inside and then back down, writhing in slow body rolls as I ride him. I'm performing now, putting on a show for this gorgeous man who has just taken me to the mountain top, and desperately needs to be brought there as well. "Does that feel good, sexy? Do you like burying that cock deep in my tight little ass?" He doesn't respond, and just grunts in appreciation. I continue wriggling about on top of him, my hands trace the curves of my own body. My hair, down my neck, my chest, waist, and hips. Still bouncing, a controlled, deliberate rhythm, I push the spaghetti straps of the basque down my shoulder, freeing my breasts. My hands find his and guide them there, encouraging him to feel them, squeeze them. I let out a small yelp and giggle as he pinches a nipple and it sends a shock through me.

"It feels incredible, Rose. I love watching you move like this, so relaxed and open for me." He lets out a sharp exhale as he squeezes my breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger while pulling me closer to his chest. "Your body is perfect. I can feel my control slipping every time you drop down on me like that." He tilts his hips upward, driving himself deeper as he meets my slow rhythm with powerful, deliberate thrusts.

"Mmm... yes, that's it." I lean down to whisper in his ear. "I want you to cum for me Martin." Back upright again, my body on full display, as I ride his cock. "I want to feel you shoot your load deep inside me." I clench, and start to twist my hips as I move, a tight swirling sensation I learned from another trans girl. I continue to tease him, encourage him, my voice a sensual stage whisper. ASMR. "Cum for me baby, come on Martin, just like that, cum deep inside me." I feel him start to speed up, and can tell he's close. I lean forward, my hands on his chest, letting him thrust up into me harder, faster. "That's it baby. Fuck me good Martin and cum deep inside my slutty ass."

"You are going to ruin me with that twisting, Rose. I can't hold back any longer." He grabs my hips with crushing force and bucks his pelvis upward, burying himself to the hilt as his entire body tenses in a powerful spasm. "Fuck, I'm coming! Take it all, every single drop!" Martin groans loudly against my skin as he releases deep inside me, a vague warm sensation deep in my gut, his muscles locking tight while he pumps several heavy loads into my ass. He collapses back into the cushions, pulling me down onto his chest so we can pant together in the afterglow.

"Mmmm, fuck yes, that's just what I needed." I lay panting on top of him, stroking his hair as we both recover. We stay like that for a long while, until his softening cock slips free of my now gaped ass. "Well, that's the signal. Thanks again gorgeous." I plant a deep kiss on him, sucking his tongue one last time. "I'm going to hop in the shower and clean up a bit. Feel free to use the other one in the guest bathroom if you like." I head for my master bath, trying to saunter away looking all sexy, but end up doing the just-ass-fucked waddle instead.

"You really enjoyed yourself, didn't you? I can tell from how you're walking." I flip him the bird as I bend to scoop up my discarded clothes on the way. He sits up slowly and reaches for his own discarded clothes on the floor, pulling them on without rush. "I think I'll pass on the shower," he replies. "That was more than enough for one night." We both know what this is, and he knows we're done now, that he needs to go. He gathers the last of his things, pulling on his T-shirt as he heads towards the door, and pauses at the threshold to look back my way one last time. "Enjoy your shower, Rose. Maybe if you're lucky, we'll do this again sometime." He slips out the front door, leaving the apartment behind him as he clicks it shut.

I pull off my last scraps of clothing - the cum stained basque and my thigh high stockings (no runs if you can believe it! Thanks velvet couch!) and dump them in the laundry hamper with the rest. I start the shower, wait for the water to heat up and get in. I relax under the water, letting the heat wash away the dull just fucked ache in my hips, thighs, and especially my asshole. "Until next time Martin."