Noob
Written by @Futakween and @Wolfmanman
Contains: Pegging, Realistic cock, Gender Fluid Woman, Interracial
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Eric walked down the road from where he parked, his breathing quick despite his even and steady pace. He couldn't help that he was excited. He had gotten back into the dating game recently, having decided to be single for a while since most relationships didn't work so well with him.
He had heard about this place through a recently married friend. It was supposed to be some kind of speed dating place where women sat at designated tables and men would spend a few minutes talking to each one before moving on.
Personally, he had never seen the allure of such an arrangement. After all, how could someone get a good read on someone else after only a few minutes of talking? More worrying though, was what if that person was completely different after the first encounter?
He had steadily gotten over these qualms as he struggled, and at times, failed to find a girl he liked enough to go steady with. He walked into the place and let his eyes adjust from the glaring spring sun outside.
Looking around he saw that several women of various ages were arranged at different tables with drinks while the men were all at the bar waiting to be told when they could begin the speed dating. He walked up to the bar and ordered a light beer. He didn't want anything strong that would give a bad first impression. Once he got his drink, he looked more closely at the women in the room.
He saw many pretty ones, some who looked quite a bit older than him, probably divorces who were looking for a second chance, but there were still many his age or younger. Either way, he went to the bathroom to make sure he looked nice.
He was five feet and nine inches, with light brown hair and clean shaven. With a tight body that fit nicely into his jeans and loose shirt.
He straightened his hair, made sure he didn't have any stubble and went back out.
Almost right away, a kind woman with a little bell and a stopwatch said, "Everyone please take your places, we're about to begin. When I ring the bell, every man will pick a table to sit at and talk with the woman currently seated there. After about 5 minutes, I'll ring the bell again and each man will move one table to his left in a clockwise motion. You will leave yout name and number with the girl so that she can make a decision later. Ready? Go!"
She rang the bell and each man went to a table. Eric went for a table with a pretty redhead but before he knew it, the bell rang and he moved to the next one.
Nykkionda or Nykki for short, just got out of the gym, and threw her gym bag in the back of her black 4x4 truck. She hated being down town at this late of an hour, but it was the only gym closest to her with a swimming pool. Swimming was her biggest hobby and when ever she had the swim time, she'd find herself at the pool.
There was a full moon out and one of her friends howled at it. They laughed and exchanged their goodbyes, Nykki saying she was going to catch a drink of water at her favorite local bar. Yes, she didn't drink but she did enjoy crowd watching, and the music played at this local club was often good, like gospel hip hop or trap gospel, and she really enjoyed the taste of it.
In the truck, she sat with her legs further apart due to the prostectic, realistic cock she had on. Most would consider her gender fluid, often switching between feminine and masculine energy. Looks wise, she was actually quite feminine. Her make up was basic, her hair kinky and to her shoulders, her skin was dark black due to her being Somali American. Even her toy cock was cut to signify her belief in
Allah
. Her friends were understanding, although a few just thought it was a fetish. Maybe so, but to her, this cock was apart of who she was. Yes, it cost about 500 dollars but it was worth it.
There was a hole that stimulated her clit, the balls were moving, the texture was skin like, it even smelt like her and lovers even said it tasted like her too. Makes sense, since it spent most time in her pants up against her crotch. It was almost perfect except it lacked an ejaculate feature. But these fake cocks were improving every day. There was a time when people thought a woman wearing a strap on was stupid, that she didn't feel anything-well, not anymore! There were so many options to choose from now! One feature, she really loved was the
Heart Rate Hard On
feature. It was a feature that transmitted waves to the cock once the heart rate went up; thereby, turning the cock from flaccid, slowly getting it to an erect state. It was controlled by a watch she wore. She loved that feature! It was so hot and arousing to see her cock get hard in front of her eyes.
She parked her truck in a free parking garage which was rare in the city. When she made her way in the bar, she saw there were tables set up and aligned for an event.
"Here for the speed dating?" A waiter asked.
Nykki held up her hand and shook her head no. She made her way to the bar, ordered a glass of water with ice, and started to watch the event. Again, on the stool, her legs were a bit wide because of her extra package, but unless someone was staring at her groin then it wasn't noticeable.
As she sipped on her water throughout the night, she noticed the men were either shy or cocky, and the woman pushy or unchasing. Nykki laughed, glad it wasn't her in a awkward situation.
For Eric, the evening passed with mounting disappointment.
He thought he had made a connection with the redhead even though she had spoken very little, but when the bell rang and he moved to the next table, he was able to see out of the corner of his eye that she had not even bothered to write down his name or number. And he knew that meant she would not be calling him.
He didn't have much luck with the next girl, a pretty petite Chinese American girl with glasses, she barely said a word.
It was almost comical when he reached one of the cougars, an older divorced woman with dyed hair that still showed some gray along the roots. She immediately tapped the table and demanded to know if Eric could handle her.
Eric had stammered and tried to fumble his way through a cool line or two but ultimately failed, with the older woman rolling her eyes and looking at her phone until the bell rang again.
The next woman was slightly larger, and the sight of her biceps through her jacket gave much indication that most of that was muscle.