Booty Banging at Mardi Gra - Three by Sasha Steele
Monday, Del had something on, so Tori didn't see her that day. He slept late, ate a leisurely brunch, then got on his bathing suite and hung around the pool-spa all afternoon.
Tori wore his black two piece bikini bathing suite. The spandex trunks were French-cut. The waist band pulled up high over his fleshy pubis mound, right up under the overhang of the fat gut that protruded several inches out in front of him. The waist band ran up on a slight angle along the sides of his gut, over the swell of his hips and crossed Tori's backside above his big round ass cheeks.
Viewed from behind, Tori's hips were wider than his waist. The seat of his bikini bottoms rose in a V to his hips. The material back there sank deep in the crevice between the globes of his huge ass. The cock-pouch, with its precious cargo, formed a crescent in a downward turn the straightened toward the tip of his cock.
Tori's black bikini top featured tight smallish cups that encased his fleshy little man tits. The shoulder straps were thin and attached to the rear strap half way down his smooth back.
He had on Black Italian sandals with five inch heels. The straps did up over his ankles. The high heels lent shape to his long smooth legs that had gotten a bit heavy in the upper thigh area.
Over top of his bikini Tori wore a long front-buttoned black sweater that looked like a casual dress. The top buttons were open showing the fine black necklace he had on and some of his black bikini bra. The bottom buttons of the long light-weight sweater were also open showing his long legs when he sat with them crossed or when they flashed in the opening as he walked.
Tori's shoulder length blond hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail that stuck out the back. He wore dark makeup, dark nail polish, lipstick, jewelry, sunglasses, and carried a small black shoulder bag as he had no intention of swimming or working out. Tori was just, more or less, cruising.
Tori took off his sweater and sunned himself for a short time, then put it back on (left open), and sat at the outdoor bar. Sitting on a bar stool with his legs crossed provocatively, Tori had ate a snack and drank a few beers when a well-muscled guy sat down beside him and started to chat him up.
The guy, Michael was his name, was hot. He was straight and not cross-dressed like Tori, but seemed nice and he had an open mind. Michael was in New Orleans on business and staying in the hotel until Wednesday - same as Tori.
They chatted over drinks for an hour or so. Tori was feeling a bit tipsy and needed to pee rather badly, but didn't excuse himself to go to the toilet. When drinking it made Tori feel naughty to hold his pee until he was desperate, especially in front of strangers. It also made him feel aroused.
Feeling that he was getting nowhere with Michael, and un able to hold it much longer, Tori said good by and headed to his room. He did up the middle buttons on his sweater and wondered if Michael noticed that he was aroused. They shook hands and Tori hurried away. He needed desperately to pee, and desperately desired to wet his bikini bottoms - after which Tori would lay on his bed and jerk off.
Finding a secluded spot Tori set his purse in large planter, lifted the open bottoms of his long sweater out of the way, and spreading his legs apart leaned forward by bending at the hips and knees. Tori brought pressure to bare on his bladder. He felt heat at the tip of his cock. It felt so damn good to pee with a semi hardon, and pee his pants in a swanky hotel.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," Tori sighed as the heavy stream rushed through his bikini bottoms splashing on the floor between his shoes. Tori smiled as he finished his panty piss, which had caused a large puddle to form. He finished, stood up, looked around to be sure he wasn't seen, and fixing his sweater walked away.
In the elevator Tori couldn't help touching his cock so that by the time he entered his room Tori had a full blown erection. He dropped his sweater to the floor, looked at himself in the full-length mirror, and liked what he saw.
Tori placed his hands under his protruding gut, feeling his soft fat. He ran a hand under it and along the smooth spandex material covering his hard cock. Tori was about to take his cock out when someone knocked on his door.
"Yes," Tori yelled through the door.
"Tori. It's Michael."
"Just a minute." Tori picked up his sweater holding it in front of him. He hooked the dead bolt and opened the door a crack.
"Hi," Michael said. "You left your purse in the planter." He held it up. He must have followed Tori, watched him piss his pants.
Tori flipped the dead bolt and opened the door to retrieve his purse. Michael handed it over. "I was wondering," Michael said, "if I could take you out for dinner tonight."
"Oh. And me wearing a dress and heels wouldn't bother you?"
"I think you're attractive."
"Just attractive?"
"Very attractive. Extremely attractive."
"Hmmmm. You say the nicest things, Michael. You had better come in." Michael stepped in and Tori closed the door. Tori was still holding the long sweater in front of him. He toss it on the bed exposing himself. "Tell me more," Tori said.
Michael regarded his new acquaintance - Tori, a fat transvestite with an amorous bulge in his bikini bottoms. "I think you're sexy," Michael said. He took hold of Tori's arms drawing him close. "And desirable." They kissed.
Michael ran his hand down the crescent bulge in Tori's bikini panties. Tori's cock was getting harder and beginning to rise again to its full height.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Tori said. "You like my cock?"
"I like your cock," Michael said. Michael was hard too. They embraced, pressing their hardness into one another as they kissed deeply.
Tori stepped back. His ten inch cock, now fully erect and tenting his bikini bottoms straight out. He hooked his thumbs in the waist band and pulled them down onto his thighs causing his cock to bounce. "You want to suck it," Tori said as he stroked himself.
"Yes," Michael said, "I want to suck you're cock."
"Take off your clothes," Tori said, "Let's see your body."
Michael tore off his clothes and stood naked in front of Tori. His masculine body was strong and muscular, his erect cock not quite as large as Tori's but it was beautiful. He stepped close to Tori. They embraced. Their naked erections met. They kissed.
Tori got on the bed, lifted his legs and took his bikini bottoms, which had been pulled down on to his thighs, to below his his knees. Michael pulled the bottoms over Tori's Italian sandals with the five inch heels. Tori lay back on the bed with his legs spread and gently stroked his cock. "Make love to me, Michael," he said.
Michael got on the bed positioning himself between Tori's spread legs. He lay on top of Tori, but didn't put all his weight on him. Just enough so that their hardons were in contact - balls on balls and shaft on shaft. Michael rocked back and forth making love cock to cock with Tori.
Michael kissed Tori on the lips. Then slowly he moved his face down Tori's heavy-set body paying attention to his flabby man tits still in their bikini bra top, his fat gut, fleshy pubis mound, and finally his rock-hard cock. Kneeling back, Michael took Tori's throbbing erection in hand and began to masturbate him, which made the turned-on transvestite squirm.
"Suck it," Tori whispered.
Michael opened his mouth taking Tori's cock deep in to his throat. Tori placed his hands on Michaels head applying gentle pressure as he undulated his hips in rhythm with the movement of Michaels' head. With each stroke Michael's tongue licked the bottom of Tori's shaft, his nose nudged Tori's bald fat pubis mound, and his chin touched upon Tori's smooth hairless scrotum as Tori's cock slid in and out of Michael's mouth.
Gradually Michael brought Tori to a climax. On the verge of cumming Tori pressed more firmly on Michael's head and undulated his hips more quickly. Now he was more like fucking Michael's mouth than passively being sucked off.
Tori felt a heat build up on the underside of his shaft at the tip just below the cock-head, like an itch that begged to be scratched. He arched lifting his thick hips and at the same time pulled Michael's head into him, holding him there. Tori's burning cock was buried deep in Michael's throat. He held it there for what seemed like a long moment, then it exploded.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Tori came in a torrent, spraying jets of hot cum into the back of Michael's throat. Tori came a half a dozen times then loosened his hold and let his hips slump back onto the bed.
Michael took hold of Tori's cock removing it from his mouth. He licked the cock-head clean, licked down the shaft and around Tori's scrotum. Tori lifted his legs, holding them up with his hands so that Michael could get at his ass. Then moaned as Michael ran his tongue behind his balls and along his pink sphincter. Michael grasped Tori's fat ass cheeks, spread them with his thumbs to open him and inserted his tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Tori hummed when Michael's tongue entered him.
With his legs raised Tori's fat pubis resembled a flabby cunt with a cock and balls growing out of it. Tori let go of his legs and placed his hands on back on Michael's head. He ran his long painted fingernails through Michael's short cropped black hair. Tori drew air through his teeth making a hissing sound as Michael tongue fucked his ass.
"Mmmmmmm. Fuck me. Mmmmmmmm. I want you to fuck me," Tori moaned.
Michael got on his knees. Taking hold of Tori's lower legs. He pressed them back and brought his cock to Tori's waiting hole. Michael entered, shoving his cock deep inside Tori's rectum. Michael let go of Tori's legs. He placed his hands on the bed bracing himself in an arched position. Michael's hips undulated between Tori's spread legs, the muscles in his arms and back wreathed, his round muscular buns undulated and his muscular abs smacked against Tori's soft fat as Michael fucked him.
Tori explored the muscles in Michael's arms with his soft hands. Michael's cock was no where near as big as Del's, but it felt good in Tori's ass. Michael's strokes quickened. He became more aggressive. And Tori knew that Michael was going to cum. Then Michael thrust his hard cock as deep in Tori's ass hole as he possible could and held it there.
"A...a...awa...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Michael's head was tilted back, his mouth was open, and his eyes were shut when he came. His hot cum filled Tori's anal cavity causing Tori to moan with pleasure and causing Tori's cock to stiffen. Michael withdrew and sprawled on the bed. Tori rolled into his arms and they kissed.
"So, you won't mind if I wear a sexy dress for dinner tonight," Tori said.
"Not at all," Michael said. They laughed. Then they kissed again.