Alter Ego? Female

Alter Ego? Females

1,273 Words. 4 minutes.

When they parted at the door, she wanted to fuck him but kept it stuffed inside her head for some reason. When the door closed and he was inside the motel room, she turned her car, drove to the farthest corner of the parking lot, and backed into a parking place. She was set to watch his motel room door because she suspected the night's excitement would be different than she had hoped for with him.

She was hot and ready to fuck, though. Watching steadily as time moved slowly because of her many earlier drinks. She began to crash, making her sleepy. She was about to have a B Movie play out for her to star in; sleepy and tired, she was struggling to stay awake and decided to masturbate to stay awake.

Sounds logical and sounds like a sure way to lose your focus. Maybe her self-pleasure is better than the night's other possibilities. Hell, maybe she will get it all.

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While she was staked out masturbating in the parking lot, he was in the motel room. He was naked, his cock pointing toward the ceiling, his balls were hanging loose, feeling a little swollen or maybe full to the brim with come. His cock's tip was slimy with several long strings of come as he moved around to shave his balls, chest, belly, and ass the best he could.

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He rigged a hot water bottle with clear warm water, hooked the apparatus to the tub spout, and flushed his ass with it for about ten minutes. He imagined a cock or finger in his ass while the water flowed slowly. He needed to lie down and rest when he was ready to stop. He sat on the side of the bed, painted his toenails red, and then went into the bathroom and shaved his armpits and legs. He painted his fingernails in the bathroom where the light was better. He struggled with the fingers of his right hand.

He laid down again. This time, he unwrapped the nylons he had from Fredrick's and rolled them up his legs, stroking his cock until he was on the precipice of coming.

His clothes hung in the closet, and his outfit was on the bed. He pulled the curtains and set up his camera on a tripod. He had replaced all of the motel's lights and positioned a few studio reflectors for differing areas of the room. First, he opened the enema on the counter beside the toilet. He used it, following the instructions, and then did it two more times.

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She lifted the dress and stroked her vagina through her thong. Then she remembered it was crotchless and fingered herself through the crotch opening in the thong. By then, she wasn't watching the stakeout very closely and didn't notice her sexual pleasure was a distraction. She did see an occasional car moving but wasn't registering anything but her lust.

Her dress was a sleeveless peasant style, which she quickly had on the seat beside her. The bra was off and down her arms. Her hand lifted one breast by the nipple and twisted it sharply, then stretched it as far in a circle as she could. The crotchless thong restricted the other hand. She lifted her hips against her two fingers, rubbed her vagina, and slipped the thong off her hips.

Undressed, she dug her toy bag from under the seat. The dildo with a suction base stuck to the center panel of the console. She fellated it, left it dripping with her deep-throat gobs of saliva, and lowered herself on it. She heard her moaning when the base of the dildo stopped it from going further. By bouncing herself repeatedly,  she was driving the balls of the dildo against her clitoris, resulting in a scream from her throat before she could get the pillow over her mouth.

She had used the shifter on a car once, but this was incredible. Something to remember for another time.

She stayed on the dildo and rejoined her stakeout focus. At first, she didn't recognize him. Then, when he returned to the motel room and came back out again, she was sure it was him. He sure looked different. The view became more complex when a car stopped, and he talked to someone for a couple of minutes, and then the car left. He was walking along the street when another car stopped. He again engaged in conversation, and the car drove off.

She quickly got off the dildo, started her car, got her dress over her head, and drove to where he stood. Cracking the window open, she said, "Get in! The window is broken; I can't get it down any further."

He hesitated.

"Get in. Do I need to park and visit and become best friends before we even know if we can make a deal? We are here for the same reasons. Get fucking in. Now!"

He reached for the door; she looked in the side rearview mirror, turning her face somewhat until the car door closed. When she looked around, she leaned forward and kissed her. He kissed her back like a girl. Soft, passionate, hot, and obviously excited.

Reddest lipstick, and she noticed it was outlined in a contrasting lighter red. A black beauty mole to the side of her mouth and Hollywood style one-inch long curled eyelashes. His transparent silk top displayed a purple lacy bra that was not overly large, a B Cup at most. He had pancake or thick powder and rouge to mask his beard shadow.

When he reached for her head to hold her for the kiss, she saw ruby-red fingernails of a reasonable length. She suspected they were his own, and he had painted and dried them after their 'date' a few hours earlier.

They kissed, and he reached for her crotch. She said, "Do you recognize me?"

The shock and shame that waved through his facial expression were in technicolor and black and white; he was so stunned. He reached for the door handle when she said, "Please, wait! What were you selling? I watched any number of cars drive away. What was the conversation?"

He said, "I said I am a man wanting to give you a blow job. I asked for $250.00 cash only, no trades. The price was too high except for the first guy who said he would get the cash and return."

I said, "Well, this is your lucky day. You and I will, if we go to your apartment right now, be like two girls and fuck each other in every way we can agree. Are you up for that? Right now. No maybes, no safe word, no changing your mind. Whadda you say?"

"Fucking A."

Maybe he really thinks he's a girl. I don't care, I have felt his cock, and he is a MAN.

This took place in Detroit while I was living for a few weeks in Flint. 1-1968. I went back to the same motel in 7-2021. I dressed as she described me once again and turned thirteen tricks in three days and nights. I made seven-hundred-twenty dollars and went home with four hundred thirteen dollars after all my expenses.

I had a better time in 2021, but I caught an STD that cost me four thousand to cure. At age eighty, in June 2022, I turned four hundred gross for the whole month. I guess I am too old for today's drugged-out street business.

Maybe I will start a stripper website now.