Summary:
A man in a Santa-style beanie and faux fur coat wanders into a karaoke bar after midnight. He mistakes a male guitar player for a woman, then agrees to a pants trade in exchange for oral sex in the bathroom. After the encounter he sings onstage and meets two trans women who invite him to their apartment. In the cab they arrange for the driver to receive oral sex from all three before continuing on.
Here is your Story: I traded pants for a blowjob then fucked two trans girls in a cab
I was wandering around drunk, looking for trouble on a Saturday night. I had a few bucks and no one to hang out with, so I decided to go bar hopping by myself. By the time I stumbled into this random karaoke bar, it was after midnight and I was pretty shitty. My head spun from all the shots I’d thrown back earlier, and my feet dragged across the sticky floor while the smell of spilled beer and cheap perfume hit me hard. I kept telling myself I needed some kind of action, anything to shake off the lonely feeling that had followed me all night long through downtown Phoenix.
I walked in wearing one of those beanies with the puff ball on top, designed to resemble a Santa hat, with a long faux fur coat, no shirt underneath, purple star sunglasses, and some white leather bell bottoms I had just acquired. At the previous bar I had watched some wack cover band playing covers of 70s rock n roll tunes. The guitar player was wearing this skintight white leather outfit, a long-sleeved no-midriff shirt and the bell bottoms I was just talking about. As the band rocked out on what I assumed to be an Aerosmith song, I watched the guitar player. Her long dark curly hair kept covering most of her facial features. All I could see were pouty lips and a big nose. She was pretty flat-chested but her midriff looked good exposed the way it was. She had a washboard stomach and her pants were cut low enough that I could see her whole pelvis aside from what was hiding behind the guitar, which was just as firm and hard as her stomach.
Yummy. I thought as I gazed on with my mouth watering. Her sweaty brown skin glistened under the stage lights as she moved around the stage, swaying as she strummed her guitar. She turned her back to the crowd a couple different times throughout the song and when she did I was examining that ass. There was just enough shape to it to make me want to play with it. And the fact that the top of her sweaty ass crack was also exposed instantly made my cock hard. I shifted on the bar stool and felt the thick leather of my own pants rub against my growing erection while the heat from the stage lights seemed to reach all the way across the room and wrap around my skin.
Leather Trade Offer
I already had the corniest pickup line ever prepared to say to this chick when she got offstage. But they still had a few songs left, so I watched from the bar in the meantime. I don’t know how many more songs they played but I drank a shot of tequila for each one. I just kept watching the yummy guitar player and thinking about how her ass sweat was going to taste in my mouth later. I almost lost patience and started playing with myself at the bar, but it finally sounded like they were on their last song, so I controlled myself. Every swallow of tequila burned down my throat and made the fantasy in my head sharper, clearer, until my dick throbbed against the seam of my pants and I had to grip the edge of the bar to stay still.
When they were finished I ran up to the guitar player like a fanboy seeking an autograph. Hey, you sounded really good up there, I said. The guitar player turned to me and smiled. Oh, thank you so much, I really appreciate that, said a very effeminate, very fruity, but very male voice. I felt like a dumbass for having mistaken this person’s gender at first. But as soon as I realized I was wrong, I also realized that I still had a full-blown hard-on. So I decided to move forward with my stupid pickup line. My face flushed hot under the purple star sunglasses, yet the ache in my cock only got stronger when that soft voice hit my ears.
I like your pants, I said. Oh, these old things? he said somewhat coyly. I looked down at the pants. They really did stop just shy of where his pelvis became his crotch. Yeah, I said, like the nervous fanboy I was. They look really sexy on you honestly. He swiped a piece of his thick curly hair back to reveal a truly flattered expression on his pretty feminine face. You think I look sexy? he asked with a sincere smile. I can’t be the first person to tell you that tonight, I said. He giggled. Um, you are definitely the first person who has said that to me tonight. I just smiled at him. My heart hammered while I tried to keep my voice steady and my eyes locked on his exposed skin.
Hmm, he said as he checked out my pants. They’re cool looking. And I know they’re expensive. We’re about the same size. 32 inch waist? 32, I confirmed as I shook my little tush for him. Looks like comfy material. Are they comfy? he asked. Yeah, they are, I said rubbing my legs in a way that totally didn’t draw attention to my ass and or crotch at all. He scratched his chin as he thought for a second. I’ll trade you if you suck my dick, he said in a very take it or leave it manner. Really? I said bashfully, honored by the proposition. You’d let me suck your dick? I’m so flattered. That makes me feel so sexy. He smiled. So you’re down? You’ll suck my dick and then we’ll trade pants? he confirmed. Yes, please, I said, giddily and enthusiastically. The words left my mouth before I could second-guess them, and the sudden rush of heat between my legs made my knees feel weak.
He took me by the hand and we went into the bathroom. The bathroom was crowded with people doing coke off the sink and whatever other surfaces were available. We walked into the only available bathroom stall and locked the door behind us. We started making out, but not for very long. Long enough for me to put my hands on his hard sweaty back. Slowly I moved my hands down his back to his hard sweaty ass. I gripped his ass cheeks with my fingers while curling my thumbs around the low-cut waistband of his pants so they would come down as I moved my hands around to the front. Out jumped his sweaty cock and balls. I continued kissing him while gently jerking him with both hands. I crouched down and placed his beautiful mostly flaccid penis in my mouth and sucked it til it was hard as fuck as I squeezed onto his clammy ass. The taste of salt and leather filled my mouth while the cramped stall echoed with wet sounds and heavy breathing.
Once he was fully erect I started analyzing the size and shape of the sweaty salty beautiful cock in my mouth. His cock was long but not quite as thick as mine, which only made me smile at the thought of how easily it would fit inside my asshole. The thought made me squeeze onto his ass as I sucked him harder and harder. He leaned his head back and let himself start enjoying it. He began to moan loudly as he held my head and started gently humping my face. I just kept squeezing and rubbing his ass as I fucked his cock with my throat. Spit ran down my chin and mixed with the sweat on his skin while my own dick pulsed untouched inside the tight leather.
I love the way you play with my ass, he said. Now the sweaty cheeks in my hands were making me think of how wonderful his hole probably tasted. I squeezed his cheeks again, this time with my fingers closer to his asshole, so it would spread open and let his ass crack air out. While tightening my lips around the tip of his cock I inhaled hard, so that the smell of his musky funky sweaty ass would fill my nostrils and devour my sanity. Finally I couldn’t wait anymore. Can I eat your ass? I asked, jerking his cock urgently. Please? Of course, he said. I thought you’d never ask. My tongue was already twitching with need, and the sharp scent made my head spin harder than any tequila shot.
Ass Eating in the Stall
He turned around and shook his sexy sweaty ass mere centimeters away from my face and before spreading it open for me to eat. When he spread his cheeks that strong musky aroma was released that just made me wild with desire. Oh my God yes, I shouted as I threw my head back and rolled my eyes into the back of my head right before throwing my head forward and plunging my face into his ass crack. With my tongue out I rubbed my whole face up and down his ass like a hungry little whore. The sweat on his ass cheeks helped me slide up and down easier. Plus best of all it left my entire face reeking like sweaty sexy salty fruity man ass. Finally I held his cheeks open and shoved my tongue deep inside his ass. I grabbed onto his long skinny cock and started jerking him with all my might as I tongue-fucked his asshole harder and faster. The wet heat of his hole clenched around my tongue while my fist pumped his shaft in a steady rhythm that made his thighs shake.
I could have gone a lot longer, but it only took about five minutes before he said, Oh fuck I’m gonna cum. Give it to me in my mouth, I yelled desperately. He turned around and blew what felt like 16 ounces of warm fresh cum into my mouth. I locked eyes with him as I swallowed every drop of it. Then I stood up and made out with him. Thank you daddy, I said. The thick load coated my tongue and slid down my throat while my own neglected cock strained against the leather, desperate for any kind of friction.
And so now I was wearing the damp sweaty white leather bell bottoms that exposed my pelvis and ass crack under my faux fur coat of course as I walked into this random karaoke bar. I ordered a bottle of Henny and swigged from it as I waited for the person who was singing if you could call it that to finish killing everyone’s ears with their cacophony. I went up and sang Touch Myself by Divinyls. I was really feeling myself in my damp sexy new pants, so I gave an extra sexy super nasty performance, gyrating my hips, shaking my ass, dropping it low, flipping my coat open to show that I wasn’t wearing a shirt beneath it, sticking my tongue all the way out, simulating sodomy with the microphone and so on. The damp leather clung to my skin and every move made the fabric slide over my ass and cock in a way that kept me half-hard the whole time.
As I was singing two excited patrons ran to the front of the stage, emphatically showing their love and support. Unlike my previous encounter there was no mistaking genders in this case. These were two hot transwomen. The first one I noticed had shiny black skin and was wearing a white leather half-top and a knee-length tight black leather skirt. I like leather. Her friend was white, wearing a blue and white flannel with the front tied in a bow, with skimpy blue denim shorts. Both of them wore a lot of jewelry, big dangling earrings, lots of bracelets, etc. When they applauded for me their bracelets sounded like jingle bells. Their eyes stayed locked on my exposed pelvis and the way the low-cut pants hugged my hips.
When my song was finished they came over to my table. Oh my God, said the white trans chick with great enthusiasm. You were so good. Really? I said. You were fabulous baby, said the black one. Why thank you both so much, I said. I stuck my hand out and introduced myself. Dick. They both kinda paused with pleasantly surprised looks on their faces. Damn baby, said the black one. Like that? said the white one. Sorry, I laughed. My name is Dick. And you are? I’m Chocolate, said the black one. And I’m Vanilla, said the white one. Too perfect to be true, right? Their bracelets jingled again when they shook my hand, and the sound mixed with the low thump of bass from the speakers.
Physically I found Chocolate more attractive than Vanilla. Her smooth black skin was quite literally similar to chocolate syrup and every time I looked over at her I seemed to notice something else about her that drew me in. Her smile, then her arms, then her overall shape, then her scent. Extremely alluring. Vanilla, however, was a full-on attention whore. So every time I looked at or spoke to Chocolate, Vanilla would talk over us or in some other way try to steal the spotlight from Chocolate. Chocolate seemed unbothered by this, as if she knew she was so hot she didn’t need to compete for the spotlight because it was hers. Vanilla was less passable than Chocolate, but in a way that added to her appeal. She had long veiny hands, a slender but firm body type and broad shoulders, none of which were a deterrent for me. She reminded me of porn star Jamie French, but with dark hair. I kept stealing glances at the way Chocolate’s leather skirt stretched over her thighs and wondered what was underneath.
I took each of their hands and kissed them like a gentleman. They looked at each other and giggled. You should sing another song Dick, said Vanilla. I would be happy to, I said. But the DJ said I had to wait for the three people in front of me to go first. One of those people was Vanilla. Vanilla went up to sing Unbreak My Heart by Toni Braxton and fucking botched it. She was disturbingly off-key and sang with way too much passion. For some reason that made me even hornier. I think her overall quirkiness was pulling me in like a magnet. However now that she wasn’t standing in between me and Chocolate I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to bond with her a little bit without Vanilla interrupting me, even though she was causing a severe distraction. Chocolate’s perfume mixed with the smell of leather and sweat, and it made my mouth water all over again.
She looks good up there, I said. Chocolate smiled at me. How bout me? she asked. Do you think I look good? Actually I would use the word delicious, I said. With no further conversation we immediately started making out. After the song ended Vanilla came back to the table like, Oh my God what did I miss? Mr. Dick thinks you look good onstage, said Chocolate. Oh yeah? she said. I looked so good it made you start making out with Chocolate? We all laughed together. And then Vanilla said, Well where’s my kiss Mr. Dick? So I planted a big kiss on Vanilla’s lips. Believe it or not her mouth did not taste like vanilla. It tasted like booze and cigarettes, which I was fine with. Their tongues tasted different but both made my cock twitch hard inside the tight white leather.
Ooh, she said afterwards. You have soft lips. She looked at Chocolate. Doesn’t he has soft lips? Like little pillows, said Chocolate with a sly smile. Throughout the night we performed several songs together to the delight of all the local drunks and the bartenders. I sang Fire and Desire by Rick James and Teena Marie with Vanilla accompanying me. And then Chocolate and I sang Endless Love by Mariah Carey and Luther Vandross. When the end of the song came Chocolate and I began making out passionately on stage. It was romantic at first but as we stumbled back to our table attached at the face it just became sloppy and excessive. Then of course Vanilla joined in. After that the three of us were kinda all over each other and the bouncers were getting a little jealous so they asked us to leave. Hands roamed under coats and skirts while the crowd cheered, and my exposed ass crack brushed against warm bodies more than once.
We were a little sad about that, but we were kinda done with that place anyway. They let us finish our drinks and then walked us out the door. As we walked the other patrons applauded us, so we waved and blew them kisses. One person even threw a bouquet of roses at us but the goddamn bouncers wouldn’t let us stop to pick them up. So now we were standing around outside trying to figure out what to get into next. The night air cooled the sweat on my skin but did nothing to calm the steady throb between my legs.
Should we hit up another bar? I asked. Are there any parties you know of? Chocolate and Vanilla looked at each other. They smiled, nodded and then looked back at me. You can party with us at our apartment if you want, said Vanilla. I paused for a moment. I may have been dealing with some disbelief because I had to convince myself she actually said what I’d heard her say. After all I was very drunk. But I got it together pretty quickly. Um yes. Yes let’s do that, I said affirmatively. My pulse kicked up at the thought of being alone with both of them and what might happen once we got behind closed doors.
Vanilla hailed a cab and we all piled into the backseat. The driver was very patient with us as we fiddled around with each other and giggled mercilessly the whole time he was driving us around. When we got to the apartment the driver turned around to tell us how much we owed him and Vanilla cut him off. Do you accept blowjobs? she asked, dead seriously. Three of them, added Chocolate right before turning to me and whispering, You’re down, right? I was turned on by her presumption. I wasn’t really turned on by the driver, but I was so drunk and horny I didn’t give a fuck at that point. Sucking his dick sounded fun and adventurous in the moment, especially if it was a necessary stepping stone to fucking these two hotties afterwards. The leather pants felt even tighter now that my cock was fully hard again.
I wanna suck yours, I whispered back to Chocolate, reaching out to feel her cock through her leather skirt. Then the cab driver rolled his eyes and said to Vanilla, Make it quick. Vanilla got out of the car, walked around to the driver’s side, opened the door, knelt down and started sucking off the cabbie in his seat. Vanilla’s head game must have been on point because the cabbie laid his head back and started hallucinating very loudly almost instantly. While they were doing that me and Chocolate kept ourselves busy in the backseat. She lifted up her skirt and her hard black cock jumped out as if to say hello. I gladly leaned over and started throat-fucking Chocolate’s big black dick. The sounds of two throats getting cock-plunged in harmony with the voices of two moaning blowjob recipients could be heard audibly if someone were to walk by. But it was either very late at night or very early in the morning depending on how you look at it, so we weren’t concerned about that. Wet slurping noises filled the car while my own dick leaked against the leather.
Just as I started getting really into sucking Chocolate’s dick I heard the unmistakable sound of the cabbie reaching the point of climax inside Vanilla’s mouth. Finished, said Vanilla as she stood up and turned towards the rear driver’s seat door. Your turn, she said to Chocolate. Chocolate pulled her skirt back down, causing me to sadly stop sucking her cock. She stood up, got out and then knelt down by the front driver’s side door just as Vanilla had. She took the cabbie’s deflating penis into her hand and started sucking it until it was rock hard again. While that was happening Vanilla tried to simply switch places with Chocolate. But I had a better idea. I laid down across both seats with my head hanging off the side of the seat and out the door while she still had it open. The position left my throat open and my ass half-exposed to the cool night air.
Can we do it like this? I asked. Ooh of course we can you little freak, she giggled with excitement. She tried sticking her cock in my mouth facing forwards but the angle wasn’t allowing the cock to sink all the way into my throat. So I had her turn around and do it that way. Of course it worked perfectly and she began fucking my throat without mercy. I kept playing with her ass so that she would get the message that I wanted to eat her ass. Her cock slid deep with every thrust while my fingers dug into her cheeks and spread them wider.
You wanna eat my ass you little pervert? she asked. Uh-huh, I answered with my mouth full of cock. Message received. Vanilla took her cock out of my throat and sat her butthole down on my mouth. I grabbed onto her ass cheeks, spread them open and wiggled my tongue deep inside her hole. She immediately started moaning, her voice taking on a much higher pitch than before. Chocolate, he’s eating my ass, she said aloud. Oh fuck he’s good. She grabbed onto my head and looked down at me with her jaw clenched, grinding her ass into my face. You fucking eat my ass so good Mr. Dick, said Vanilla. Fuck me deep with your tongue just like that. The taste of her ass flooded my mouth while my cock throbbed untouched and the cabbie grunted from the front seat.
The cabbie was just as turned on by Vanilla’s loud voice and graphic language as he was with Chocolate’s throat skills. Before long he came in Chocolate’s mouth. Now it was my turn. He had just busted two nuts in a row. I knew it was going to take forever to make him cum, so I decided to employ some of my little tricks to speed things up. I got out of the car and ran around to the driver’s side. I did my best to ignore the driver’s appearance and focus on his dick, which lay there all pitiful and lifeless on its side in his lap. I crouched down, placed the flaccid penis in my mouth and started bobbing my head. As I blew him I let my tongue do a little extra walking. I held the shaft between my lips and stroked it up and down with my tongue until I felt it start to swell up. Then I moved down, took his whole nutsack into my mouth and gently started to pull upon it with my mouth as I let my tongue continue to travel south. The funky flavors of his balls and taint began to fill my mouth. Now I was starting to get turned on. I closed my eyes and pretended he was someone attractive so I could get into it. The more I got into it, the more he did. And little did I know it, but the same could be said for Chocolate and Vanilla. My tongue worked lower, chasing the musky taste while my own ass clenched in anticipation of what might come later.
When I started sucking the cabbie they were making out with each other. But sometime after I closed my eyes they stopped making out so they could behold my cock-sucking skills. He’s good, said Chocolate, gently playing with Vanilla’s dick. He’s real good, said Vanilla, gently playing with Chocolate’s dick. They continued to watch as my tongue desperately reached for the cabbie’s asshole. And as the tip of my tongue touched ass pubes I began to wiggle it around quickly, trying to stimulate his prostate and get those juices flowing. The wet heat of his hole twitched under my tongue while my throat worked to swallow him deeper, and the two women stroked each other in time with every bob of my head.
