Dirty Tranny Bitch

"in here" I said, pulling Jon into some bushes just to the left of the bench where I sat earlier.

"what, why..."

"come on" I said, "I want you!!!".

Jon's meagre attempt at resistance was futile, I wanted him, he wanted me!!

In the relative seclusion of the bushes I slowly ran my hand over Jon's chest, clad in his light denim shirt, he was no J C van Damme, but firm(ish). We kissed, tongues lashing, but I was in no mood for foreplay. I moved my hand over his groin, feeling his rock hard little man, straining to get free, I had to do what it commanded of me.

Undoing Jon's belt and unzipping Jon's fly, I reached inside his plain white boxers, wrapping my hand around his hot, throbbing member. Slowly I started to wank him off, his groans clear in the still night air. I stood back from him, looking him deep in the eyes, a grin on my face, I started to strip.

The look on his face was incredible. I peeled off my scarlet blouse, and dropped it to the floor, then began pulling down my skirt, revealing my lacy suspender belt and black stocking tops; Jon's cock just swelled, agonising awaiting to release its gift. Finally I kicked off my shoes, leaving me in just my underwear.

"Ah! Ah!" said Jon, "take off your panties too!!"

I did as I was commanded. He gestured to come to him, I started, but he stopped me, no he wanted me to crawl. Getting onto my hand and knees I crawled across the damp ground, littered with dead leaves, broken twigs, this was turning me on. I came to where Jon was standing, I looked up to see his cock still erect, still throbbing. Getting to my knees I gave him a quick wink then took him deep into my mouth. This was heaven. He tasted so good, he'd obviously given his cock a good clean before going out. I licked the pre-cum soaked tend tasting its unusual flavour, and took him deeper and deeper, sucking him, caressing his shaft with my tongue. Jon moved faster, his rhythm matching mine, finally I felt him buck, he let out a glorious cry, splattering the back of my throat with him cum, I pulled back, lay on my back and brought my feet up to take the rest of his gift over my black stockinged feet. His cum kept flowing, I loved the feel of it soaking into my stockings, I pumped for more and got what I asked for.