Danielle's Diary: A Casino Run and A Dinner Date

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Danielle's Diary

The Amorous Exploits of a New Jersey T-Girl

Episode 1: "Vacation in Atlantic City!

Chapter VII: Posting an Online Sex Ad"

by DanielleStefani997@yahoo.com

Copyright(c)2023 Danielle Stefani, All Rights Reserved

Day 5: Thursday

The morning was brightening just past dawn and the violet sky was patched with puffy gray clouds. Danielle lay there in bed, staring out of the window, not necessarily watching the clouds, but replaying the events of yesterday and especially last night in her mind. She smiled to herself, hugging the pillow closer to her chest and tummy, wrapping her thighs around it and pressing her semi-hard cock into the soft slice of heaven. She sighed contentedly, smiling to herself. She'd woken up alone, but Jason's sweet note on the pillow warmed her heart. He'd had to leave to report for his shift, but didn't want to disturb her. She believed that if he could have gotten a rose at 5AM, he would've left that as well.

Her eyes drifted, her eyelids wavered and her mind wandered. She knew how she was going to live the rest of her life and she was going to throw herself into it fully. She knew, and Jason knew, that they would be together when the time was right. Ah, Jason. Through half-closed eyes she smiled to herself, recalling their lovemaking the night before. She slid a hand between her cock and the pillow, squeezing her hardness as she thought of him. Regardless of how much sex she'd have with guys in the future, she knew that it was just sex; any emotions were reserved for Jason. Sure, there was Tom and Pete and Scott, but Jason was the one.

She stretched, brushing her fingers on the headboard and flexing her toes. She let out a long breath and sat up, looking out of the window. It didn't appear to be too bad of a day; partly cloudy skies could be seen across the horizon. And the temperature must have been comfortable, there were many people walking and jogging on the boardwalk.

She got off the bed and stretched again; her nightie stuck to her in some places where it touched her skin when their cum dried. She felt sticky and the nightie showed numerous dried cum spots, not only from her orgasm last night, but from Jason's as well. She took off the garment and tossed it in the laundry bag in the closet. She tidied up the room, putting the few items of clothing away and gathering the containers and remnants from last night's snack.

Popping on the light in the bathroom, she turned on the shower and then went to the sink and took a look in the mirror. She removed all the makeup, deciding to make a fresh application after her shower. Testing the water for the right temperature, she got under the water. Being careful not to wet her head, she let the hot water splash and cascade down her body, rinsing the remnants from last night's lovemaking session from her skin. She stood for several minutes letting the soothing spray massage her shoulders and back. Then she grabbed her pouf and lathered her body liberally, enjoying the tingles that the fragrant body wash gave her skin. She rubbed and pinched her nipples with soapy fingers, moaning sexily. Her cock began to rise and she took it in hand and stroked it slowly a few times. Moaning again and feeling precum starting to drip, she took her other hand and rubbed the slick liquid under and around her balls, getting herself clean. Wanting to masturbate, but also wanting to save it for later, she forced herself to let go of her leaking cock. Rubbing her skin and rinsing, she was soap-free in a matter of moments. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the tub. She dried herself quickly and retrieved the necessary facial items.

As she applied her makeup, she formulated the day's plan. First, she'd get on her iPad and e-mail an acquaintance. Suzie was a T-Girl she'd met at an adult store and the two had kept in contact since then, even meeting several times. They were each more into sex with guys, but Danielle and Suzie did enjoy playing a few of times, if you considered only making out and exchanging blowjobs in a booth playing. And thinking about Suzie made Danielle think of something else: it'd been some time since she'd updated her online profile at her favorite cruising site. So, before going anywhere this morning, she'd take some pictures of the new Danielle and post them to see if she'd get any hits. Within minutes, her makeup was done. The only major thing she did was her eyes; the eyeliner, eye shadow and mascara showcased her hazel eyes vibrantly and she loved the look. For her lips, instead of the dark red lipstick she'd worn for her dinner date, she opted for the translucent red lip gloss. She gave her hair a quick brush to make it nicely-groomed. Throwing herself a kiss in the mirror and giggling, she turned off the light and went back into the room.

She stood at the window, naked, and gazed out at the sprawling landscape, dotted here and there with bright shafts of sunlight that shined in between the clouds. She decided that after she'd completed her new profile, she would head out and do some shopping as she needed more outfits, as she only had a few. And she needed to go to the bank. She'd planned on going the day before, but a life-changing event postponed that errand. She had a bit over $22,250 left, even after yesterday's shopping, jewelry and salon visits. She'd keep the $2,250-plus on-hand and deposit the rest. Jason did offer to take her, but as he was working, she felt she could do it on her own.

She went over to the closet and stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself. She turned this way and that, looking at her naked body; Jason had been right, she did appear to be glowing. Oh, not in a literal sense, she chuckled to herself, but in the way she felt and the way those feelings translated into a new love and confidence for her true self. Her jet black hair added a new level to her look: mysterious, sexy and sultry all in one. Her sexy, red-tipped fingers and toes elevated her level of sexiness, whether she was in a dinner dress, casual clothes or naked. She smiled at herself once again, feeling completely happy. She took a black nightie and the black stilettoes out of the closet and slipped them on, electing to skip the panties. With a few deft movements, she fastened the black choker around her neck and checked her appearance one more time.

Deciding that she was perfectly-dressed for phase one of the day, she grabbed her iPad and sat on the bed. She logged into her mail app and hit Suzie's name in the contact list. She didn't give too many details, they could come later, but Danielle told Suzie that she'd be welcome to visit and stay in Atlantic City for a few days. Danielle gave Suzie a few ideas what they could do together and the outfits Suzie might find useful. She included the hotel information, as well as her room number and signed it with love and kisses and sent the mail on its way.

Calling the front desk, she was pleased to find Scott on the other end of the line. "Good morning, Danielle. Jason told me about yesterday, I hope you're feeling better."

"I'm wonderful, Scott. I'm so very happy."

"I'm glad to hear that. Did you want to talk to Jason?"

"No, thank you, I'll see him later. I do have a favor to ask, though."

"Anything," Scott said without hesitation.

"I just invited a T-Girl friend to visit for a few days. Would it be possible for you to keep an eye on a room for her next to me, or close? She hasn't confirmed yet, but I don't want to wait until the last minute."

"Absolutely, I'll get right on that."

"At your convenience, honey, there's no rush," she said, smiling at his attention to her.

"For you, I'll rush," he said chuckling.

"You're sweet. I'll catch you later. Thank you, Scott."

They rang off and Danielle gathered her thoughts.

She proceeded to set up her iPad towards the end of the bed. She climbed on the bed and rested leisurely against the pillows, taking the picture with the wireless remote she had linked with the tablet. It was a simple pose, more or less R-rated; if you looked close enough, you could detect a slight outline of her cock under the sheer nightie. She checked the image on the tablet; satisfied, she ran through several shots. She took one kneeling on the bed with her knees apart, her semi-hard cock hanging down. The next was of the same pose, but she raised her nightie higher showing her trim tummy as well. Next, she lay back on the pillows and brought her knees up and opened her legs. Then she snapped one with her heels in the air, her dark pucker clearly visible. One more of a similar pose, but this time she had a couple of fingers clearly and hotly up inside her tight hole. She turned over and raised herself on her hands and knees, taking several shots from behind, showing her opening and fingering her asshole in successive shots. She went to the dresser and took out the purple- jelly dildo that she'd brought along to play with. She took several images of the dildo between her red-tinted lips in varying degrees of deepness in her mouth. She even managed to capture a couple of images of her gagging on the rubber toy. To wind-up the erotic photo session, she took about a dozen shots of that stiff toy being inserted, and going in and out, of her hot asshole. A few close-up snaps of her stiff precum-coated cock finished the set and she swiped through the session on the tablet, pleased at the results.

After cleaning her dildo and putting it back in the dresser, Danielle logged into her favorite gay cruising site, and spent several minutes updating her profile. Changing different attributes and re-writing her bio, she uploaded ten of the best new images and posted the new profile, hoping to get a few hits. If not, there was always the Sampson in town, the Blue Barn, Tom and especially Jason. Either way, she knew she was going to get all the cock she'd want on this vacation. She took off her lingerie and heels and slipped on a baby pink bra and panty set. She spritzed on a few dashes of vanilla-blackberry scent and then dressed in a pink blouse and white denim skirt. Opening the safe, she took out her money and the diamond anklet. Deciding to keep on the choker for the rest of the day, she slipped on her wedge heels and anklet and sorted her money. She wrapped $20,000 in a sheet of hotel stationery and tucked it securely in her purse. She slid $250 in an outside pocket of the purse with the rest of her small cash for some of the day's expenses and she locked the remaining $2,000 back in the safe. Tossing her phone in the purse and zipping it closed, she was satisfied with the results of phase one. She left a 5-dollar tip on the dresser for the cleaning staff, wrapped her purse securely over her neck and opposite shoulder and exited the room, starting phase two of the day.

The first thing she did was go to breakfast. Heading to the same restaurant in the hotel on the ground floor, she was seated and had ordered her meal in no time. As she waited for her food, she casually looked around her and occasionally paged through her phone. As she looked around, she thought how fun it would be to see Pete again. The waitress brought her order and she turned her attention to the bacon and eggs.

She was making quick work enjoying the hot breakfast when her phone pinged. Opening her inbox, she saw that Suzie had responded. Clicking on the mail, Suzie wrote that she'd been so happy to hear from Danielle and that she would love to spend time in Atlantic City. She signed off the correspondence with love and kisses.

Danielle opened a new document and composed a response:

So glad to hear back from you, Suzie! It will be nice to see you again :) So much has happened, especially yesterday...I can't wait to share it with you!

Bring a bikini or two so we can hang on the beach for a while. Other activities can be up to you, but I would like to go to dinner with you one night, so bring a sexy dinner dress. :)

Be sure to let me know when you'll arrive and I'll meet you out at the main entrance. Just pull up in front and let one of the wonderful valets take care of your car.

Can't wait to hear back from you!

Kisses,

Danielle

She hit 'send' and waited to get the confirmation that the message was sent before returning the phone to her purse. She finished up her breakfast and coffee quickly, paid and made her way to the hotel lobby. She saw Scott and Jason milling about behind the counter at the main desk.

"You know, I'm going to have to contact the management about this hotel staff, always loitering. Don't you have work to do?" she teased the two.

"You remember what I said about spanking you, right?" Jason teased back, only loud enough for Danielle and Scott to hear.

"Says you," she giggled.

"You look great, Danielle," Scott said. "I'm happy to hear you're okay."

"I'm fine, really. No worse for wear, as they say."

"Where are you headed?" Jason asked.

"Some errands and shopping. I'll tell you about it in a moment, honey."

A hotel guest called Jason away from the pair.

"Scott, I heard from Suzie, she'll be coming down. Any luck on that room?"

"Sorry, Danielle, there's nothing on either side of you, however there is a room available on your floor, room 2942."

"That's only three doors down from me, right?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's fine, then. I just didn't want her to be on another floor or on the other side of the building. Can the room be ready today?"

"Definitely. I can have it ready by 3PM."

"That'll be fine. I'll find out if she can come down tonight. Do you need my card to reserve the room?"

"No, Danielle, that won't be necessary. I can link the info from your current room."

"Thank you, Scott. I'll swing by at 3 o'clock to get the key. Can you spare Jason a moment?"

"Sure, we're not that busy right now."

"Thanks, Scott, you're a dear."

Walking down the counter towards the Concierge booth, Danielle met up with Jason, who had just finished assisting another guest. Hugging him tightly, she then kissed his lips.

"Thank you for that note," she said.

"You're welcome, I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful."

"Mr. Romantic," she giggled and kissed him again.

"So where are you headed?" he asked, blushing.

"I was gonna do some shopping and head to the bank."

"Oh, I forgot about that. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, darling, I'll do it this morning."

"You have that, stuff, now?"

"Yes, it's safe."

"How are you getting there?"

"A taxi, silly."

"Oh, um, hold on."

Jason left Danielle at the end of the counter as he went to talk with Scott. He seemed very animated and Scott nodded a few times. Jason returned and took her by the arm.

"You are not going to take a taxi with all that m-, you know what I mean."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm going to drive you."

She smiled wide and hugged his arm as they walked toward the exit.

Before getting to the main entrance, Jason veered Danielle to the right and they went out of a service exit. Climbing two flights of stairs, they exited the stairwell into a parking deck. A few moments later, they approached a silver 2010 Chevy Malibu. Jason unlocked the car and opened the door for Danielle. After she got in, he closed the door and circled around to the driver's side. In moments, he was in the car, strapped in and the engine was running.

"Nice car, honey. Lots of space," she said, looking around.

"It's not much, but it gets me where I wanna go."

"Wanna fuck me in the back seat?"

He looked at her blankly, unsure if she was serious.

She looked at him with raised eyebrows and a slight smile.

"Um, well, that sounds fun, but I'm going to take a rain check. You are going to the bank."

She sat there and stared straight ahead, mock-pouting.

"It's private," she said, trying not to smile.

"You-," he reached over and tickled her side. She couldn't hold it and cracked up laughing, grabbing his arm. "Another time. Let's take care of this," he said, poking her purse.

He put the car in gear and backed out of the parking spot. Shifting into 'Drive', he slowly navigated through the garage towards the ground floor and the exit.

Danielle retrieved her phone and sent a quick email to Suzie.

"What was that?" he asked, pulling out of the garage and accelerating past the hotel.

"I just sent a follow-up mail to Suzie telling her to come down this evening, if she can."

"That's cool."

"If she can make it, maybe the three of us can do dinner."

"Sounds great. I look forward to it."

As Jason navigated the Atlantic City streets, Danielle rested her hand casually on his lap, caressing his bulge through his slacks.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he asked.

"It's not bothering you, is it?" she grinned.

"Not at all. But I just can't get over how you can't get enough."

"I told you, I'll never get enough of you," she said smiling.

They arrived at the bank shortly afterward and Jason escorted Danielle into the building. There were a few customers in the line for the teller windows, but Danielle wanted to talk to someone a bit higher than a teller. She looked around and saw a woman at a desk behind some glass partitions. The woman saw the pair and went to greet them. She was a short woman in her late-40s, 5- feet-6 or 7-inches in her 4-inch black heels. Her skin that was normally white was a deep tan that seemed too perfect to be natural. Her blonde hair was out of a bottle and the white blouse and black skirt were just this side of too snug; her large breasts looked as though they would tear the blouse apart. Danielle got the impression that this woman was trying to hang onto her youth. She approached with her eyes mainly on Jason.

"Hi, I'm Marie, how can I help you?" she asked with seemingly-false sincerity.

"Good morning, I'd like to make a substantial deposit to my account. I wasn't sure if I should go to a teller or not," Danielle said.

"How much of a deposit?"

"Twenty-thousand dollars."

The woman's eyes grew wide.

"You have an account with us?"

"I do."

"Come up to the window."

Danielle and Jason went to the teller window that she'd pointed to. Marie went to a door, punched in a code and went behind the counter. Addressing a young man on the other side, she told him Danielle was making a deposit. He smiled and said that he could help her. As she was taking her money out of her purse, the woman came out of the room and went back to her glass cubicle.

"Do you need me to fill out a slip?" Danielle asked the young man.

"No, just insert your card in the terminal when prompted."

Danielle slid the stack of 100-dollar bills under the divider and took out her bank card.

The young man took the money and ran it through his currency counter a few times, not only to verify the count, but to make sure all the bills were legitimate.

"Go ahead, Miss, insert your card."

Danielle did as instructed and a moment later entered her PIN.

The young teller put the money in a bottom cash drawer and retrieved a printed receipt as Danielle took her card out of the machine.

"Here you go, Miss. Have a good day," he said, smiling.

"Thank you, you too," she said.

"Everything in order?" Jason asked as she came away from the window.

Checking her receipt to make sure she had the correct balance, she said, "Yup, all's well."

They left the bank and got to Jason's car. Jason was unlocking her door when she said, "Are you sure you don't wanna fuck me on the back seat?"

He laughed and took her in his arms, hugging her close.

"You're too much, you know that?"

He kissed the side of her head a few times and she returned the tight hug.

"I promise, one day soon, I'll fuck you on my back seat. I have to get back to work right now. Crazy girl."

She got in, smiling. Jason closed her door and got himself in. Because of traffic, fifteen minutes later they were pulling in front of the hotel in the valet lane. A smartly-dressed young woman with blonde hair in a ponytail opened Danielle's door for her. Jason got out and came around and told the valet not to worry about the car.

"Here," he said handing Danielle the keys.

"What?"

"No taxi. Use my car. I get off at 4."

"You're wonderful," she said, wrapping her arms around him.

"So are you. Now get. Go have fun."

She kissed him and then went around and entered the car. He was halfway up the stairs when she pulled out of the driveway.

At first, Danielle found driving in heels to be a challenge, but after 30-or-so minutes, she had it down. At least she had it down in wedge heels; she'd have to see how she fared wearing stilettoes. She was on the Atlantic City Expressway heading west. She thought about pulling off into a neighboring town or strip mall to start her shopping, but she decided, with a smile, that one important item needed buying first. She could buy things for herself anytime; what she had in mind for Jason was extra-special and she wanted to give it top- priority. So she stopped on the side of the road and did a quick search on her phone. Confirming what she suspected, she put the phone down on the seat and pulled back onto the highway. It was 9:30AM and if she timed things right, and there was little traffic, she could be back to the hotel by noon.

Thirty-five minutes later after crossing the border into Philadelphia, she parked in front of the store where she would get Jason's gift. Taking her phone in hand, she did a bit of investigating and narrowed her choices down to two items. She grabbed her purse, locked the car, and went into the store.

She found the proper department and there was man in his mid-40s doing some paperwork behind one of the glass counters. She could see his gray-topped head nod a few times as he was facing down towards his papers. He detected some movement from above his glasses, for a second later he looked up at Danielle when she approached. Danielle told him what she'd had in mind, but unfortunately, they did not have her first choice item, but they did have her second choice. He was quite knowledgeable and answered all of Danielle's questions to her satisfaction.

"One more thing, and this is very important. This is a gift for my boyfriend; I'm 99-per cent sure he'll be happy with this, however, if he chooses to exchange it or return it for some reason, I don't want him having to worry about penalties. Are there any return fees, restocking or open box, whatever it is that they're called?"

"With a receipt, everything is going to be coverable against defects for ninety days. Also, with a receipt, if your boyfriend decides to exchange it, possibly for the first item you mentioned, he'll have thirty days. Full refunds on unopened or very limited-use items are only for fifteen days," he told her.

"Excellent, that's perfect. What kinds of packages or options can you show me?"

The salesman took Danielle through a number of different combinations and she decided to get the most comprehensive option. Not that the salesman was pushy, but she wanted Jason to have the best and most complete package right from the start.

"Can you gift-wrap that for me?"

"Absolutely."

"Perfect."

Danielle chose the paper she wanted from an example card.

"When I came in, did I see a mall across the highway?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss, the access road runs behind our building and will take you around and across the highway."

"Alright. Can you hold this for me, I'd like to do some shopping but I'd rather not leave this in the car."

"Absolutely. Just put a $100 deposit toward the total and you can get it anytime today."

"I'll only be an hour or so."

Danielle put down the 100-dollar deposit and collected her receipt and headed out the door. Following the man's instructions, she drove around the rear of the building and found the entrance to the access road. In less than ten minutes, she was parked outside a large department store. She grabbed her purse and made her way inside. She wasted no time strolling through the different departments amassing a decent collection of clothes. She grabbed an assortment of casual blouses, skirts and shorts. A few pairs of corduroy slacks and a selection of bras and panties in both cotton and in satin and lace were added to the stack. She selected a handful of babydolls and lace teddies. The last few items she selected were a couple of dinner-worthy dresses and a couple pairs of heels. In less than an hour, she expanded her wardrobe, paid for her purchases and was headed back to the car. Laying the dresses on the back seat, she locked the rest of her clothes in the trunk. Making a quick return trip to pick up Jason's gift, she hurried inside, paid the $875 balance and was soon back at the car. She locked his special gift in the trunk and got behind the wheel. Securing herself in the car and starting the engine, she heard her phone ping.

"Excellent!" she said, reading the email.

She put the car in gear, headed out of the parking lot and got back on the highway for the return trip to Atlantic City.

Danielle was a bit behind her original schedule, but that really didn't matter. Getting back to the hotel by one o'clock was fine; it still gave her time to make some phone calls and to see Scott about Suzie's room. She was only fifteen minutes outside of Atlantic City and the traffic was light. She'd been in the middle of deciding where to catch lunch when she heard a loud groan come from under the car. The steering wheel vibrated hard and the car handled roughly. Managing to keep the car under control, she eased to the shoulder, slowing at the same time. She came to a stop and turned off the car. Getting out, she saw that the rear driver's tire was flat.

"Shit."

She ducked inside the car, popped open the trunk and grabbed her phone. As she walked toward the trunk, she saw a 2020 Jaguar F-Type in British Racing Green had stopped behind her car. A tall, well-dressed man in a dark suit exited the vehicle, taking his sunglasses off. As he approached, Danielle could see that he was a couple of inches taller than her, even though she was wearing heels. His dark brown hair was combed neatly and his moustache-goatee was immaculately groomed.

"Good afternoon, Miss, I saw what happened. Are you okay?"

"Um, yes, I guess so."

He smiled warmly at her and held out his hand.

"Can I assist you? I'm Dr. Richard Devlin."

She took his hand and shook it. His grip was powerful yet gentle.

"Nice to meet you, Sir. I'm Danielle Stefani. Uh, if it's no trouble, I honestly wasn't looking forward to changing a tire in skirt and heels," she chuckled.

"It's no trouble at all, Danielle. If you would, just hold my jacket and let me get to the spare. We'll have you on your way in no time."

As Danielle moved most of her shopping bags to the back seat, this tall man took off his suit jacket. His light blue dress shirt was sharply tailored and showed off his upper body nicely. He appeared to be athletic and she guessed his age at around 40 years old, as she noticed some gray in his sideburns. She took his jacket from his grasp and he smiled. His slacks fit nicely as well, and she could not help checking out his ass, and his respectable bulge, as he went about the task of changing the tire.

They made small talk as he worked. It turned out he was a surgeon and was on his way to the City for a conference. Danielle told him a little about herself and basically that she was on vacation.

"You're transgender, yes?"

"Um, yes...yes, I am," she said warily.

"It's perfectly fine, Danielle, I know a lot of trans-girls. They're my clients; I do various types of surgery for them."

"Oh, that's great. It sounds very interesting."

"I enjoy it. It's great making people happy and fulfilling their dreams."

In short order, the Doctor had the tire changed and everything back in the trunk. He wiped his hands on a rag and then tossed it in the car. Closing the trunk, Danielle held her hand out to him.

"Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate your help very much."

"It was my pleasure, Danielle."

"I'd like to pay you for your trouble."

"There's no need, my dear, it's fun being a knight in shining armor at times," he said smiling.

"But you ruined your shirt, I mean, I ruined your shirt. I feel I should at least replace it," she said, pointing to the black smudge on the front of the shirt.

"It's fine, I have more in the car," he chuckled.

"Where are you staying?" she asked.

"I'll be at the Tropic Rain."

"Well, I'm at The Starr. And, at the very least, I am going to take you to lunch. I will not take 'no' for an answer, politely of course," she said smiling.

"Of course," he smiled, taking his jacket from Danielle.

Their attention was turned towards an Atlantic City police car pulling up behind their cars. The officer got out and approached them.

"Any trouble here?" he asked.

"No, trouble officer, I just helped the lady change a tire."

"Everything alright, Miss?" the officer asked.

"Yes, Sir. Everything's fine now. We were just finished."

"One moment before you leave, please."

The officer went back to his car and spent several minutes in the front seat. Apparently satisfied with his inquiries, he returned to the two.

"Alright, you can go. Be careful pulling out on the highway," he said and walked back to his patrol car.

"Glad he didn't ask for my I.D.," she chuckled.

"You would've been fine."

"Follow me into town?"

"I'll not let you out of my sight," he said smiling.

She smiled and kissed his cheek then got back into Jason's car. Moments later, she was back on her way to the hotel, with Dr. Devlin a comfortable distance behind her.

Fifteen minutes later, just shy of one o'clock, they were pulling into the valet lane of the Starr. Danielle got out and told the valet that the car was Jason's and that it should be returned to the employee parking section. Dr. Devlin exited his car, gave his key to a second valet and joined Danielle as she was collecting her shopping spree from Jason's car.

"Let me help you with some of those," he said, taking hold of a few bags.

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Please, call me Richard," he chuckled.

"Very well," she said, smiling.

She took his free arm in hers and they entered the hotel. Walking through the lobby, she saw Scott behind his desk, assisting a guest.

"I just need to stop at the desk a moment," she said to Richard.

They waited for the woman in front of them to finish her business. When she was done, Danielle approached. Scott was happy to see her.

"Miss Stefani, it's nice to see you."

"Hello, Scott. The friend I invited down has confirmed and said she was due in this evening at 5."

"Alright, if you stop at the desk after three o'clock, I can finalize the room and get you a key."

"Thank you. Have you seen Jason?"

"He's on lunch."

"Alright. Could you tell him I had the valet return his car? I wasn't sure where to park it. And they have the key."

"Of course, Miss."

"Oh, and I ended up on the side of the road with a flat. Dr. Devlin came to my rescue."

"I'll pass that on. Glad to see you're okay. And, thank you, Sir."

"I'll look for him later. Thank you, Scott."

"Enjoy your afternoon, Miss," he said smiling.

They made their way through to the elevators and up to the 29th floor. Upon entering the room, Danielle situated all her shopping bags in the closet while Richard went to wash his hands in the bathroom. After he was done, she locked the room and they decided to go to a restaurant on the 6th floor.

As it was a weekday, there was not much of a wait to get a table. In only a few minutes they were seated and gave the waitress their order. As they waited, they exchanged more information about themselves.

"What motivated you to be trans?"

"I'm not sure, exactly. When I was younger I felt more comfortable as a girl. I basically pilfered panties when I could and then started buying my own. I'm an only child, so it was easy for me to be myself in private in my teen years. When I moved out on my own, I'd dress feminine quite often at home, nothing major or permanent like painting nails or changing hairstyles. And I'd mainly dress in private for guys."

"Do you meet with guys often?"

"As often as I can," she said smiling.

"It's great that you're so happy and confident with yourself."

"Thank you. Now, enough about me, let's hear about you," she smiled.

"Well, I've been a doctor for almost 20 years. I come from a family of doctors, actually. I started in general practice, and still do have some general patients, but I've been a surgeon for the last ten years. I specialize in cosmetic surgery, breast enhancements."

"Any brothers or sisters?"

"I have a brother, Julius; he's a doctor, as well. He lives on the West Coast. But we don't talk much anymore."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Well, even though he started out as a GP, he branched out into areas of medicine that, shall we say, are very experimental. So, he's not quite an ethical person anymore."

"I'm sorry, honey."

"It's okay, I keep to myself and my patients and I'm happy. I try not to think about the negative stuff."

"It's good to stay positive."

Their food came and they shared more personal stories, albeit of a more positive nature. Richard typically handled a couple of surgery patients per week. He estimated that 40 per cent of his clients were T-Girls. He said that he didn't do SRS, but knew a few highly-reputable surgeons that assist T-Girls in that area of transformation. He told her the purpose of the conference was to see new equipment and methods in the various fields that he specialized in. Danielle told him about the events of the week, how she started as a part-time T-Girl and within a few days had decided to live feminine 24/7. They were finished with their lunch and were waiting for the check.

"Thank you for lunch, Danielle. It was a pleasure meeting you, even though it was nerve-wracking for you at the time."

"Thank you for saving me," she said smiling, squeezing his hand warmly.

"It was my pleasure."

The waitress dropped off the check and was gone with a "thank you, come again".

"What time is your conference? It's about two o'clock, I don't want to keep you."

"Well, the conference itself doesn't start until tomorrow. Tonight is a meet-and-greet with other surgeons from around the United States. That starts at 6PM."

"Would you like to join me upstairs for a drink?"

"I would, yes."

They smiled at each other and made their way to the exit. Danielle settled the bill and they were back at the room within minutes.

"Please, sit," she told Richard as she popped the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the handle and closed the door.

She stepped away as he sat in the easy chair that was in the corner of the room off from the bed. He loosened his tie as she came over with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"They provide wine glasses in the rooms?"

"No, I just didn't send them back when I ordered room service," she chuckled as she poured them each red wine.

"You pilfered them," he said smiling, making a reference to her panty issues when she was young.

She chuckled. "Yes, something like that." She smiled.

"Thank you," he said, taking the glass that Danielle offered.

"Cheers," she said, holding her glass up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Cheers," he responded, lightly touching his glass to hers.

"You didn't mention if you were married or not," she said, sipping her wine.

"Well, I'm not married to a woman. You could say I'm married to my career."

"You're happy though, right?" she asked, getting up.

"Oh, yes. I really can't complain. Like I said, I feel my work is very rewarding."

Danielle came out of the bathroom with a washcloth. She got on her knees in front of Richard and dabbed at the grease stain that marred his light blue shirt.

"Let me see if I can get this for you."

"You didn't say if you had a boyfriend," he commented, drinking his wine.

"Ah, well, that's complicated," she chuckled. "Well, not really. There is a guy, but I'm holding off committing until I can experience the world, so to speak."

"How does he feel about that?"

As she tried to clean the stain that was her fault, she thought she felt his hard cock on her elbow.

"Um, well, he agrees with me. He said he'd be waiting for me when I was ready."

"That's great."

"I'm really sorry about this, it's not coming out," she said as he stood his empty glass on the rug.

"Danielle, it's only a shirt. You don't have to do that."

"I really feel bad about it."

He gently took the washcloth from her grip and placed it on the floor next to his glass. Then he reached down and took her face in both of his hands and brought her to him. His first kiss was tentative, but when Danielle parted her lips, he pressed in firmly, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She leaned into him further, leaning on his hard cock with her hand. Their kiss grew hotter by the moment; Danielle reached up with her free hand and caressed the back of his head while squeezing his bulge.

"You are so beautiful," he said, licking around her lips.

"Thank you, honey."

He reached down and pulled down his zipper. His fingers went inside his pants and a moment later, his near-rigid cock popped out from his open slacks. It was a hot cock, circumcised, about 7 inches long and average thickness. She looked at it with wanting eyes and instinctively licked her lips.

"You want this, Danielle?" he asked, waving it in front of her gently.

"Yes, Sir," she blushed.

"Come on, then, baby. Don't be shy."

He put his hand gently behind her head and guided her mouth to his cock. He slipped it in between her lips and she moaned at the sensation that his cock gave her soft lips. She swiped her tongue around the head and he pushed on her head a little harder. Slowly, six inches of cock disappeared past her lips; the last inch stayed out of her mouth as his cockhead poked the back of her throat. And she was amazed at his cock; not so much of the length or width, but because all of the bumps and ridges were so defined and prominent more than the average cock. He put more pressure on the back of her head and she gagged as his cock tried to invade her throat. She moved her tongue wildly about his cock, making him moan in ecstasy. She squinted, gagged and choked and grasped handfuls of his slacks, but he could not get his cock any deeper. Her eyes watered as she managed to pull back and she felt precum oozing from his cock. Swiping her lips up the shaft of his cock, she swallowed the fluids that gathered in her mouth. She started a steady bob on his cock, but he put his hand under her chin, raising her face; his cock slid from her mouth and pointed at her obscenely.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, genuinely worried.

"I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you, Danielle?"

"Yes, Sir," she said softly, nodding gently.

"On the bed. On your hands and knees. Now." he said, pointing to the bed.

She obediently crawled from her position on the floor up onto the bed facing the window, heels hanging off the side. Her panty-covered ass was waiting for him and she heard him get out of the chair. A moment later, he flipped her skirt onto her back and pulled her panties down to her knees. He licked his fingers and Danielle felt the slick digits rub her tight asshole. She moaned.

"That is a sexy boipussy."

She moaned loudly but her pleasure was broken by a sharp slap on her ass.

"You say 'thank you' when someone gives you a compliment. Do you understand, Danielle?" He never raised his voice, it was naturally commanding without the extra volume.

"Y-yes, Sir...I'm s-sorry," she squeaked.

"I said you have a sexy boipussy, Danielle."

"Th-thank you, Sir," she panted, pushing back at his probing fingers.

"Are you ready?"

He stuck half of his middle finger in her.

"Uhn...yes, Sir."

He pushed the finger all the way into her asshole. She moaned loudly.

"Ready for what, Danielle?"

He pulled the finger completely out of her and the shoved it back in. Another moan escaped her open mouth.

"Oh, God...your cock," she panted as she felt precum leak from her pisshole.

Again, he pulled the finger out, but instead of pushing it in again, he plunged two fingers up her tight hole. She moaned wantonly, pushing back at him.

"What do you want me to do with my cock, Danielle?"

He kept teasing her, once more pulling his fingers out and shoving them back in. She panted and moaned and felt her stiff cock throb hotly.

"Oh, fuck me, Sir...please fuck me," she begged.

In a swift motion, he yanked his fingers out of her asshole, positioned the head of his dripping cock at her entrance and grabbed her hips. Feeling his 7-inches of hard cock invade her asshole in one thrust, she threw her head back and wailed an animalistic moan that sent him into a frenzy. He pounded her ass rhythmically, occasionally slapping one of her soft ass cheeks. She moaned and he grunted with every thrust of his powerful hips. She reveled in the feelings that his extra-rough cock was giving her anal ring. She felt him push forward and he stopped; he held his cock in her and she could feel his cock throb, but he was not cumming. He reached under her and cupped her breasts, pulling her up on her knees. He hugged her to him and he kissed the side of her face.

"Lay down on your side," he said. "Put your head on your pillow."

She moved as he instructed, all the while he moved with her, keeping his hard cock firmly up in her love tunnel. She lay down on her side and he lay behind her, starting a slow pumping action. She panted with every thrust and he breathed heavily in her ear. He had an arm under her, wrapped around her and held onto her tummy. With his free hand, he pulled up her skirt uncovering her throbbing cock, then took her leg and lifted it up, making her open her legs wider, one foot waving obscenely in the air as he pounded her asshole. He continued to fuck her relentlessly, eliciting grunts and moans from Danielle's open mouth.

She reached down to stroke her cock but he slapped her hand out of the way.

"Don't touch your cock. Do you understand, Danielle?"

"Y-yes, Sir," she panted.

She wanted to cum desperately, so to distract her mind from it, she turned her head to him and reached up and turned his face to her, locking her lips onto his. Their tongues danced in each other's mouth and Richard reached down with his free hand and grasped her leaking, needy cock. He increased the power of his thrusts as he began to stroke her cock. Danielle humped into his fist and opened her legs wider, raising her free leg higher in the air.

Breaking the kiss, he panted, "I'm gonna cum in you."

All Danielle could do was nod quickly as she approached her own orgasm.

Richard shoved into her asshole one forceful, final time, and he unloaded waves of cum in her bowels. As Danielle felt a number of strong pulses of his semen spurt up inside her, she stiffened and moaned wantonly, spurting her own seed over her tummy and on the bed. They each panted and moaned and spurt their cum. Danielle, spent, dropped her weary leg and lay panting. Richard finished his orgasm and lay there, breathing heavily into Danielle's hair. He went to move and Danielle grabbed his waist.

"No, please don't pull out," she said, catching her breath. "Let it come out on its own."

He kissed her head and hugged her. They lay that way for several minutes, eventually feeling his cock grow soft and ooze out of her wet asshole.

They continued to lie there, exchanging caresses and soft kisses.

"Thank you, Danielle, that was amazing."

She kissed his lips. "You're welcome, honey."

"I'd love to stay, but we both have things to do." He kissed her lips.

"I know. Thank you for saving me today."

"You're welcome. And thank you for this intimate time, I thoroughly enjoyed it. You make a sweet girl, a wonderful young woman."

She kissed him again. "Thank you, honey."

"Have you thought about how far you're going to take your transformation?"

"I haven't, not yet."

He kissed her again. "You ever think you go full transsexual? Go for SRS?"

"I dunno, I enjoy playing with it too much," she laughed.

He laughed too, but understood. "Well, no pressure, but I'm going to leave you my contact info. If you ever decide, at the very least, that you want breasts, I'd be happy to help. You'd look so sexy with breasts." He kissed her lips once again.

"I believe you. But I'm not sure I could afford them."

"We'd figure something out."

She kissed him again, a much longer deeper kiss, and then he got off the bed. He straightened his clothes and tucked his cock back into his pants. Richard went into the bathroom to wash his hands. Danielle wiped off what cum she could from the inside of her skirt; scooting off the bed, she slipped her panties up her legs, adjusting her clothing, making herself presentable. Richard came back and she took him in her arms, kissing him passionately.

"Give me a moment, I'll walk down with you," she said, fixing his tie.

She went into the bathroom and washed her face and hands. Taking a sanitary napkin, she put it inside her panties; yes, she felt it was incredibly sexy feeling a guy's cum leak out of her asshole, but no, she didn't want any wet spots appearing on her skirt. She checked her makeup in the mirror and found that it was all okay; all she needed to do was re-apply some lip gloss. She exited the bathroom to Richard putting on his jacket.

"Thank you again, Danielle, for lunch and the lovemaking."

"And thank you, honey," she said, then kissed him.

"I left my card on your nightstand. I hope to hear from you."

"Either way, you will."

She grabbed her purse, put Richard's card safely inside and they were out the door.

Less than ten minutes later they were outside the hotel, waiting for the valet to bring Richard's car.

"I can't thank you enough for coming to my rescue today," she said, holding onto his arm.

"I can't imagine what my day would have been like if you didn't get that flat," he said smiling.

His car pulled up in front of them.

"Take care, Richard. I'll be seeing you."

She kissed his lips one final time.

"You do the same, Danielle. It was a pleasure."

He walked to the driver's side, tipped the valet and got in the car.

As he pulled away, Danielle waved, moaning quietly as she felt his cum leak a little into her panties.

"Hi, honey," she said to Jason, as he came out from the office behind the main desk.

"Danielle! Are you okay? What happened?"

They walked to the end of the counter where they could chat in relative privacy.

"I'm okay, honey," she said, kissing him. "Your car suffered a flat just before the toll booths."

"I'm so sorry, I've been meaning to get a new set."

"It's alright, honey, it happens. Someone came to my rescue, a Dr. Devlin. I just saw him off after buying him lunch."

"I went by your room to check on you, but I saw the 'don't disturb' card."

"You're sweet, honey, I'm fine."

"Why didn't you call me? I would've come to help."

"I was going to, but Dr. Devlin was there and he offered his help. I figured it was just a flat, so no need to have worried you."

"This has been quite a week for you, hasn't it?" he joked.

"Well, I think the worst is over," she chuckled. "Oh, Suzie confirmed for tonight, so the three of us can do dinner, I don't think she'd mind a threesome."

Jason raised his eyebrows.

"For dinner," she said, slapping his chest in fun. "Men!," she said, shaking her head.

He leaned close to her and said, "Technically, you're one, too." He smiled and winked.

"Yes, but I don't think like one." She leaned close for only him to hear: "If I did, I wouldn't be a cock-hungry cumslut," she said, kissing his cheek quickly.

He looked at her with his now-familiar-to-her blank stare.

She laughed and said, "Honey, you should see that look on your face, it's priceless. Every time I say something sexual, you just zone out."

"Such language from a young girl, I should wash your mouth out with soap," he teased.

"Listen, Mister," she said, poking him, "I'll let you spank me, but I'm drawing the line at soap in my mouth," she chuckled. "Besides," she continued quietly, "there are other fluids that can go in my mouth with much less effort," she said grinning devilishly.

He reached around and pinched her soft bottom, making her yelp. They shared a loud laugh and she covered her mouth, blushing; they got a couple of looks from bystanders. They were interrupted momentarily by a guest at the desk.

"I'll be right back, sweetie," he said.

Jason went to the older man at the desk and spoke with him for a few minutes. Then Jason went into the office and came out a few moments later with a sheet of paper. He handed it to the man, pointing to several spots on the page. Bidding the guest a good afternoon, Jason came back to her.

"That was easy," he said.

"What did you give him?"

"Oh, he just wanted to know where a couple of attractions were on the boardwalk, so I gave him a copy of a basic map we have of the area."

"Where did Scott get off to?"

Before Jason could answer, Danielle heard a familiar voice behind her.

"You know, a young woman of your high caliber has no business with a guy like him," Scott said smiling.

She turned to him. "Yes, well, you know what they say about good girls falling in love with bad boys, right?"

"Ah, you got me on that one," he chuckled. "Jason, I guess I'm not bad enough for this lady. She's all yours."

"No complaints out of me."

Walking along the outside of the main desk, she followed Scott up the length of the counter, "You're not giving up that easy, are you?" she teased.

"I know when I'm licked," he said, trying to keep a straight face.

"You've only been licked twice, at least from me," she said, winking.

"Keeping score?" he asked.

"He started it," she said, pointing to Jason.

"Me?" he exclaimed, pointing at himself.

"That's all I'm saying." She smiled.

"I don't want to know," Scott said, giving Jason a sly look. "Now, Miss Stefani," he began in mock-seriousness, "I have your second room ready."

"'Second room'?" Jason piped in.

Scott picked up a call on the house phone.

"For Suzie, silly," she said to Jason. "She'll be arriving at 5. Oh, do you have casual clothes with you, honey?"

"No, I can run home and get dressed. When do you want me to meet you?"

"Well, I'm going to meet Suzie outside and take her up to her room and let her freshen up. How about meeting us at my room at 5:30?"

"Sounds great."

Scott hung up the phone. "Jason, can you run up to 2409, Mr. Kolb and his family are ready to leave."

To Scott: "Right away, Boss." To Danielle: "See you later, honey," he said, leaning over the counter, kissing her lips.

She watched him grab a luggage dolly and head for the service elevators.

Scott smiled, watching her eyes sparkle as she watched Jason.

"What?" she said, when she noticed him watching her.

With a broad smile he said, "You are so in love."

"Yes...yes I am," she blushed, taking a peek toward the service elevator, even though she knew Jason was well on his way.

"In all seriousness, Danielle, he's a lucky guy and I am happy for the both of you."

"Thank you, Scott." She smiled warmly at him.

"Now, back to business," he chuckled. "How many keys do you want?"

"Well, just two. I'll give them both to Suzie and let her decide what to do with the second one."

"Alright."

"While you're doing that, honey, I'm not sure if you need to note it on the record, but I want Suzie to have a good time and all, so if she orders movies or room service, even the wi-fi, I'd want it billed to the room and I pay, alright."

"Of course, Danielle. I'll add a notation in case anyone else goes in and looks at that room record. But there should be no issues."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and I went in and modified your information. When you initially checked in, you did it under 'Daniel', so I changed your name accordingly."

"That was very thoughtful of you, Scott, thank you."

"Also, you might want to try getting your I.D. changed as soon as possible. I'm sure you thought about it, but I just wanted to bring it up anyway."

"Thank you, honey. I did think about it, but not in any significant way. Not sure how to go about doing that...but I know someone who might."

Scott held up a hand-sized folder to Danielle. "Here you go, Danielle. There are two keys in here. I also added a few coupons for your friend. She can eat one meal at any of our restaurants for free and she can attend a show, if she likes, at no cost. Those are good for her entire stay, she can use them anytime. I also added a coupon for free parking. I set up the wi-fi account as well, high-speed, and included the login information."

"Thank you so much, Scott. You're wonderful," she said, smiling warmly at him.

"It's my pleasure, Danielle." He returned the smile. "Now," he said apologetically, "comes the unpleasant part. I'll need you to sign this to make it all official," he said, handing her the reservation form for the room and a pen.

She took the items with a smile and went to sign her name.

"Remember, sign as 'Danielle'," he said, winking.

"I probably would've messed it up," she chuckled.

She signed her feminine name for the first time and it made her feel good. It wasn't a pretty signature, but it would do. She handed it back to Scott.

"Thank you, Danielle. If there's anything else I can do, you'll let me know, yes?"

"Yes," she said smiling. "Thank you."

"It's getting close to shift change now, so I'll have to leave you," he said apologetically.

"I understand, Scott. I'll see you soon. Thank you again."

She left Scott to handle hotel matters and she made her way to the hotel's coffee bar.

After getting herself a coffee at the self-serve bar, she took a stool at the counter and pulled out her phone. She also took out Richard's business card. One of the numbers on the card was his personal phone. She wasn't sure whether or not to call him direct, but she figured she'd give it a shot. He still had some time before his meet-and-greet event, but she hoped she didn't disturb him, nonetheless. She dialed the number and after a few rings, it went to voicemail. So she told him that her problem concerned possible issues with her identification and asked him if he had any suggestions. She recited her phone number and the hotel info and her room number.

"Let me know, at your convenience, honey. I'll gladly pay you for your time. Thank you again. Bye for now."

She hung up and sat sipping her coffee, thinking about what facets of her life would need to be changed, other than just wearing different hair and clothing, now that she decided to live feminine 24/7. Her phone chimed thirty minutes later and she saw that it was 4:45. The remainder of the coffee was cold, so she tossed it in the trash and made her way outside. She was slowly descending the main entrance stairs, taking in the afternoon air. It was still pleasant out; in an hour or so it would start to turn chilly from the breeze coming off the water. At the bottom of the steps, the same valet that fetched Richard's car was standing there waiting for potential guests. His young frame looked good in his crisp uniform. His dark hair was professionally-styled and complimented his olive-colored skin.

"Good evening, Miss, did you need a taxi?" he asked pleasantly.

"Good evening. No, thank you. A friend is arriving shortly and I told her I would meet her. I'm not sure how much luggage she'll have, but we'll need some help getting her to the room."

"That won't be a problem, Miss. We can call someone to assist when she gets here."

"Thank you."

She paced around thinking, watching the cars and daydreaming. She chuckled to herself feeling a distinct dampness in her panties. She'd definitely need a quick shower before dinner. A little after five o'clock a white 2017 Ford Escape pulled up to the front of the motel. A moment later, a tall statuesque blonde in a black blouse and skirt exited the vehicle. She gave her key to the valet who wheeled over a luggage trolley, and went to the back of the car to get her bags. She stood 6-feet-3 in her black high heels and she carried herself well. Danielle went up to her and hugged her warmly.

"Suzie, it's good to see you."

"My God, honey, you look fantastic!" she kissed Danielle on the lips.

"Thank you," she blushed.

They took Suzie's two overnight and dress bags and loaded them on the cart. The valet drove her car off and a bellhop came out to take the trolley.

"Room 2942, please," Danielle told the bellhop.

Suzie grabbed Danielle's arm in hers and they went up into the hotel.

"What happened to you, girl? You've changed so much since the last time I saw you," Suzie said excitedly.

"Well, up until the beginning of this week, I was that same guy that you knew that dressed part-time. It's only been four days, but it's been an amazing four days."

"You're going to tell me all about it, no excuses," she said finality.

Danielle chuckled and agreed.

They walked arm-in-arm to the elevators.

Breezing through the lobby, Danielle did not see Scott, so she assumed he'd gone home for the day. Holding Suzie's hand, she guided the tall blonde to the elevator and hit the button for their floor.

'When I started this vacation, I arrived more-or-less in guy mode. Met a wonderful guy, by the way," she giggled. "Then I decided I was going to spend the whole vacation fem."

"It looks a bit more than just deciding to be fem for a week," Suzie noted.

"Yes, well, I did say it was quite an amazing four days. I'll tell you all about it later."

They exited the elevator and Danielle escorted Suzie through the corridors, passing her room, and coming to Suzie's shortly thereafter. Danielle took the folder out of her purse and took a key and they went in. The room was brightly lit and not much different in layout to her own room.

"Very nice," Suzie said. "We'll be sharing the bed, I see," she commented, smiling.

"If you would like to, but," Danielle began, holding up the folder to Suzie, "this is your room, I'm in 2939 down the hall."

"What?"

"I wanted you to be comfortable and have your own room, in case you'd want to do some entertaining of your own," she said, kissing Suzie's cheek. "You are my guest, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself."

A knock on the open door told the girls that the bellhop was there with Suzie's bags.

"Come in, honey. Just put the luggage on the bed," Danielle said.

He made short work of Suzie's two overnight bags.

"Would you like me to hang the dresses, Miss?"

"Yes, darling, please do," Suzie answered.

He hung the dresses in the closet. As he closed the door, Danielle went over to him.

"Thank you, honey," she said, handing him a 10-dollar bill. "Take care."

"You too, Miss. Goodbye."

Danielle closed the door after him.

"Now, don't worry about settling in. I have my boyfriend coming by at 5:30 and we'll all go to dinner. We'll just do a casual thing tonight."

"Sounds good, it's been a long day, and that drive, ugh," she laughed.

"I'm in 2939. We'll freshen up and meet in my room at 5:45." Danielle kissed Suzie on the cheek. "Now, don't forget your key. There's actually two key cards in here," she said, handing Suzie the folder. "It's so good to see you again."

"Same here, honey."

"See you in a half hour."

Danielle left Suzie to refresh herself. Returning to her own room, she took off her clothes and shoes and padded naked into the bathroom. Turning on the water, she sat and took a quick pee, then got under the hot water. She wasted no time soaping up and giving herself a quick clean. She paid a few extra minutes to her slick asshole, cleaning herself completely of Richard's cum. She rinsed and got out. Drying quickly, she went out to the closet and took out a black lace bra and panty set. As she was clasping the bra closed, there was a knock on the door.

She peeked through the hole and saw Jason. Opening the door, she smiled at him.

"Hi, honey," she said, kissing him deeply as he pushed the door closed.

"Hey, beautiful."

"You look very handsome."

He was dressed in a dark blue polo shirt, khaki slacks and black boots.

"And you're hot," he smiled, kissing her again.

"Well, if I went like this, I'd get arrested," she giggled.

"Not if I could help it."

"Suzie will be here soon, so let me finish dressing."

"Did you tell her about me?"

"I told her that you'd be joining us," she said, slipping on a red suede skirt that came down just a shade past mid-thigh.

"That's all?" he asked, faking being hurt.

"I told her you were my boyfriend," she said, kissing him.

He smiled.

"Any idea where we'd go for dinner?" he asked as Danielle sprayed on a few dashes of perfume.

"Well, she's a bit tired from the day, so I was going to suggest one of the restaurants here in the hotel, if that's okay with you?" she responded, putting on a black blouse.

"Sure, why wouldn't it be?"

She buttoned a few of the buttons on the blouse, leaving the top three undone. "Well, you working here and all," she said, loosely tying the bottom of the shirt around her waist.

"Oh, it's fine."

"That's good."

"And besides, I have to be on at midnight, so I'll also not be able to make it a long evening," he said as he watched Danielle slip on a pair of black high heel pumps.

"How do I look?"

"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "You'll have all the guys drooling after you."

"You haven't seen Suzie," she chuckled.

"Aw, she can't compare to you," he said kissing her.

"Heh, she's tall, blonde and stunning. She's like a blonde Xena. You'll see," she said, going into the bathroom.

"I'm sorry about the car," he called in to her as she touched-up her lips.

"It's okay, honey, no harm done. Stop apologizing, it was sweet of you to lend me your car."

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Can you get that, honey?"

Jason opened the door and a refreshed Suzie was standing there smiling and very sexy. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her.

"Hi, you must be Jason. I'm Suzie," she said, holding out her hand.

"Ah, yes, you must be Suzie, please come in," he said, shaking her hand.

Danielle came out of the bathroom and smiled sweetly at Suzie. Suzie had changed into a white blouse and dark gray knee-length skirt with dark tan hose. She opted to wear her black strappy heels that she'd had on earlier. Her blonde hair was wavy and flowed beautifully to her shoulders. She carried a black purse that matched the black belt that was loosely secured around her waist.

"Hi again, honey," she kissed Suzie's cheek. "This is my boyfriend, Jason. Jason, this is Suzie."

They exchanged official greetings and handshakes.

"See? I told you she was stunning," Danielle said to him.

"Now you quit that," Suzie said. "You're going to be a guy magnet."

Danielle laughed when she saw Jason smile.

"Sorry, Jason."

"It's alright, Suzie. You are correct."

Grabbing her purse, Danielle said, "Suzie, I thought we'd dine in the hotel tonight. This way you can retire to your room after and just settle in and relax."

"Perfect!"

Jason opened the door for Suzie, "After you, Suzie."

"What a perfect gentleman," she chuckled.

"Until you get him in bed," Danielle quipped under her breath as she followed Suzie.

Jason reached and squeezed Danielle's soft ass as he shut her door. She yelped at the surprise pinch and laughed.

"I'm teasing, Suzie. Jason is wonderful," she said, smiling.

They walked down the corridor, as best as three-abreast can, with Danielle in the middle. She was holding Jason's hand and occasionally would hold onto Suzie's arm. They were standing waiting for the elevator when Jason pulled out his phone.

"Girls, would you stand together, I'd love a picture of you both."

They gave each other knowing smiles and stood together near the same potted-plants that Danielle had stood for Scott a couple of nights before. He took a few shots of them standing arm-in-arm, smiling naturally and brightly. He checked his camera roll to make sure that they'd come out fine. Staring at the pictures, Jason marveled at how tall Suzie was; Danielle was a little over 6- feet in her 4-inch heels, but Suzie was easily 3-inches taller in her 4-inch heels. But the main thing about Suzie was that she didn't look like a tall man in a dress; she was shapely, had delicate features, and had a naturalness about her that was remarkable.

"Space Command to Major Jason. Moon Shuttle V2 is ready for boarding," Danielle spoke into her hand as if she had a microphone.

"Oh, um, sorry," he stuttered as the girls laughed.

They got on the unoccupied elevator and Danielle pressed the '6'.

"Sorry," Jason said, "you guys are really beautiful."

As the girls were standing together, Danielle turned and kissed Suzie on the lips. Then she kissed a blushing Jason. Then Suzie kissed Jason. The girls had a bit of a laugh at Jason's discomfort, but he took it well.

"You've got quite a guy there, Danielle," Suzie commented.

"Yes, I sure do," she replied, smiling at Jason and winking at him.

"And you treat Danielle right, or you'll have to answer to me," Suzie said shaking a finger at him as the elevator slowed.

"Uh, yes, Ma'am," he said, looking across at her.

The doors opened and Suzie got off first, stifling a laugh.

"Come on, Casanova," Danielle chuckled, grabbing his arm in hers and pulling him off the elevator, surprising him in return by squeezing his ass.

They settled on one of the quieter restaurants in the hotel that offered various beef, chicken and fish entrees. Danielle, slipping the hostess a 10- dollar bill, requested a booth in a quiet corner and she obliged happily. She brought the trio to a semi-circular table and soon they were all seated, with Jason in the middle. The hostess left them with menus and bid them a 'good evening'. They gave the selections a cursory going-over. Danielle lovingly held Jason's hand on the tabletop as they discussed what they'd order. A few minutes later, a young man in white shirt, dark vest and slacks came over to them. He had striking brown eyes that accented his dark hair and moustache.

"Hi, I'm Max, I'll be your server this evening," he addressed the two girls. "Hey there, Jason."

"Hi, Max," Jason nodded politely.

"Can I get you drinks?"

"Suzie and I will have Chardonnay, please," Danielle said.

"And you, Jason?"

"Just a glass of Seven-Up, thanks."

"Alright, I'll be right back and I'll take your order."

After Max left, Danielle turned to Jason, "Why no wine with your steak, honey?"

"Well, thought it best since I have to be on at midnight."

"Ah, right, I'm sorry, honey, I should've realized."

"It's okay."

Max returned quickly with the drinks. After taking their dinner order, they settled in to nice conversation. Suzie asked how the two met and Danielle relayed the story of how Jason sweetly brought her tea while she waited for her room. Blushing, Jason said that Danielle looked like she needed a friend and also noticed how she kept eyeing him.

"It's true," Danielle said, blushing.

"And I escorted her, well actually him, if you don't mind me saying, to his room. You still were dressing androgynously at that time."

"I don't mind, honey, it's the truth."

"Sounds like you guys fell for each other right from the start."

"We didn't know it at the time," Jason chuckled.

"That's the best kind," Suzie commented, smiling.

With some prodding by Jason, Danielle relayed, not in so much detail, how their first encounter went as well as the dinner they shared that subsequent evening. Then Danielle gave Suzie a quick rundown on her various encounters during the previous few days. She even told Suzie about the mishap and meeting Richard.

Her narrative was interrupted by Max, bringing their dinner. After giving each guest their plates, he said, "If there's anything else you need, let me know. Enjoy your dinner."

"Thank you," she said.

"Thanks, Max," Jason added.

They took a break from the conversation to enjoy their meal. Occasionally, Danielle would suggest something here and there that the two, or Suzie alone, could do while in the City. The food was fresh and flavorful. Danielle signaled Max for refills of their wine and soda, but soon after, dinner was finished and their bellies were full. It was nearing 7:30 and Danielle wanted to get Suzie back to her room so she could relax, not to mention Jason having to report at midnight. So she signaled Max for the check. A few minutes later, the bill was paid and Danielle tipped Max generously. They made their way out of the restaurant and were near the elevators.

"Honey, are you going to head home?"

"No, I'm going to bunk in Scott's room for a few hours. I just have to go down to the office to get my bag, I stashed it there on the way in."

"Oh, we'll walk you down. I wanted to show Suzie the boardwalk before heading upstairs."

"Sounds good."

They made their way to the front desk and Jason went behind the counter to the office.

"Oh, honey, could you get one of those maps you mentioned earlier for Suzie?"

"Oh, sure."

"Thank you for dinner," Suzie said, taking hold of Danielle's arm.

"Oh, it's my pleasure, honey," she said, kissing Suzie's cheek.

"Danielle, could you come over here?"

"That doesn't sound good."

Jason had a look of concern on his face.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"This was in the office with a red flag on it. They tried delivering it, but we were at dinner."

Danielle took the sealed business envelope from him and opened it carefully. Pulling out the contents, she found two pages: one was a type-written letter and the other hand-written. She smiled reading the hand-written note.

"You're smiling, so it must be good," he said, relieved.

"Oh, yes. It's from Dr. Devlin. I had called him earlier and left a message with him about suggestions on how I can change my I.D. and things."

"What did he say?" Jason asked.

Danielle read the hand-written letter, aloud:

"Danielle, I got your message and started working on it right away. First, included with this note, is a notarized letter from my clinic stating you are a patient under my care. Keep this letter with you in case there's any issue with your identification. It's not a government-issued document, but it's better than nothing. Second, I contacted an attorney. Her name is Deborah Jackson. She was a client of mine at one time and she's very good at what you need help with. She can get you official documents. She'll contact you tomorrow morning. Tomorrow's round of conference events wraps up around four, so if you want to call me afterwards to update me, I'd be happy to hear from you. Call me anytime you need help. All the best, Richard. P.S.," she said smiling, "no payment necessary."

"Nice!" Jason said.

"What's that other letter?" Suzie asked.

Danielle read this one to the pair, as well:

"To whom it may concern. The young woman in question, Danielle Stefani (previously Daniel Stefani), is currently, and has been, a patient under my care since January 4, 2023. I am assisting/treating her in her male-to-female Gender Reassignment. She has been officially transitioning since said date. Information beyond that stated falls under doctor/patient confidentiality; any other inquiries must be directed to Deborah A. Jackson, Attorney-At-Law, Mount Holly, NJ. Signed Dr. Richard J. Devlin, Voorhees, NJ. It's been notarized and signed by Frank Silva, Notary Public."

"Wow," Suzie said, speechless.

"Yeah, wow," Jason echoed.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, feeling on top of the world. She giggled happily getting a tight hug from Jason. Suzie kissed her lips.

"You're official, girl!" Suzie said, smiling.

"Nearly there, yes."

"Honey," Jason said, taking Danielle's hand. "You and Suzie go celebrate, I have to get going."

"I know, honey, thank you for being here." She kissed him deeply, not caring if hotel guests or employees were watching.

Suzie was smiling widely as they disengaged from one another.

"You might not see me 'til late tomorrow, I'll probably sleep all day."

"Okay, darling, come see me around six, we can do a light dinner in the room."

"Sounds great. Suzie," he said, holding out his hand, "it was a pleasure."

She took his hand, but instead of shaking it, she brought Jason into her arms and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek. He blushed and returned the kiss. Turning to Danielle, he took both her hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing each hand. She leaned in once again and kissed him deeply, brushing her tongue against his.

"Have a good night, love. See you tomorrow," she said.

He gave the girls a final wave and disappeared toward the service elevator.

Feeling on top of the world, Danielle took Suzie's arm and escorted her through the casino out onto the boardwalk.

They stood in the chilly breeze, leaning on the wooden barrier that separated the boardwalk from the beach. The sky was darkening to the east and they could see the dots of lights from ships on the water. Danielle held Suzie's arm and they chatted, enjoying the smell of salt on the air.

"So what was it that happened yesterday? Jason sounded like he was worried about you when he mentioned something happening."

"Well, we were on the beach, playing around, relaxing and taking pictures. We were talking about...something, I don't recall that at the moment, but there was this flash in my eyes."

Danielle described what happened and what she felt, as best and as detailed as she could. She told Suzie the different feelings she experienced and the visuals that accompanied them. She told her how long, she thought, that she was 'away', but when she realized she was back on the beach, Jason had told her she hadn't gone anywhere. Jason eventually got her back to the room and while they were cuddling on the bed, she realized what the experience was telling her. She told Suzie that she had been more confident and clear-headed ever since.

"Honey, you experienced something few of us get to encounter; you had an epiphany," Suzie said, hugging Danielle tightly.

"I-I thought that was a religious thing."

"Not necessarily. It's any event where a person has a clear perception or discovery of something. It's amazing either way and you should thank God or the Universe for giving you the rare opportunity to experience it."

"I guess you're right."

Suzie leaned down and kissed Danielle's lips tenderly.

"I'm very happy for you. Maybe one day I'll get to have an epiphany."

"Let's hope so," Danielle said smiling.

The girls stood and watched the waves crash on the shore for a while longer, holding each other close, arm-in-arm. Near eight o'clock, it got too chilly for the pair as they were in short sleeves and skirts, so they retreated back into the hotel and Danielle walked Suzie to her room.

"Join me for breakfast, honey?" Danielle asked as Suzie opened one of her overnight bags.

"Absolutely!"

"Alright, come to my room, say, eight o'clock. And then we can spend the day together. We can discuss details tomorrow, but I'll think of some fun things to do."

"That sounds great," Suzie commented, pulling out a red satin nightie with black lace trim. It looked as though it would barely cover her cock and ass.

"Wow, that's sexy! I'll expect you to be wearing that when you come to my room."

The girls shared a laugh and a hug.

While they were still embracing, Danielle looked into Suzie's eyes. "You've been a great friend to me. You talked to me and befriended me at a time where some guys and most other T-Girls didn't want to have anything to do with me because they felt I was just a guy in a dress. You gave me confidence and the encouragement to keep dressing. I appreciate all that you did for me."

"Oh, it was nothing. You were a sweetie and still are."

"Well, it meant a lot to me and I want to give something back. So you enjoy yourself on this vacation. This is your room, entertain as you want. Everything is covered; TV, room service, there's even wi-fi access set up for you. Enjoy yourself."

Danielle lifted herself up slightly on her toes, kissing Suzie deeply. Their tongues flicked and rubbed hotly together.

"Mmmm, sweet," Danielle said.

"Thank you for everything, honey. You're wonderful."

"If there's anything you need, you can call me, I'm in 2939 or you can call Scott during the day."

"I'll remember."

"Have a great night. I'll see you in the morning."

"You too, honey, thanks again," Suzie said.

Danielle threw Suzie one last kiss and then closed the door.

Before the door to her room even closed, Danielle had her heels off and was unzipping her skirt. Next came the blouse and finally the choker. She left the clothes on top of the dresser with her purse. She grabbed her iPad and stretched out on the bed. First, she checked her e-mail and clicked out when she saw there was nothing new. Then she logged into Squirt and she saw that her profile resulted in a handful of hits. Her inbox had several e-mails and she read through each one. One was from a guy that wanted Danielle to meet him at a motel, but he was too far away to consider meeting. A couple of the guys that wrote could only meet during a certain time of day, so they were out. Two of the guys, although their mails sounded sincere, didn't have any images attached nor any on their profile. She preferred meeting guys with face pictures. That left two possibles and one definite. So she set about answering the two possibles; one, a guy named Trevor, was interested in just a blowjob and he was local, so that would be a fun quickie. The second, Carl, wanted to fuck her. He was located a bit further away, so she could see him after Trevor, if Trevor responded.

The third guy, Bill, was a stocky man in his mid-50s. He was married but didn't get along with his wife; they only had sex when she was drunk, which turned out to be only a couple of times a month. She also grew very bitter, for reasons that still escaped Bill. It's not that he was oversexed, he was a regular guy with normal sexual urges and needs, yet she rebuffed him regularly, when she was sober. He couldn't figure it out. He'd told Danielle the only reason they stayed married was because of his daughter. His relationship with his wife soured his outlook on women, and because he had an active bisexual lifestyle in college, he decided to go back to guys. He chose T-Girls as he enjoyed the cock and ass, yet at the same time had the illusion of being with a woman. Good or bad, Danielle felt he was a nice guy and enjoyed being one of his toys. It had been a couple of months since she last had the pleasure of sucking his cock; they'd made a rendezvous in a sex store booth. A couple of weeks before that, he fucked her in his car. In his note, he said that he'd be in the area and that she could call him after 10pm.

She checked her Squirt mail again and saw that Trevor responded with a phone number. Trevor's profile said he was 24 years old, single and enjoyed blowjobs and assplay. From his profile pictures, he appeared to be a tall man, thin, with dirty blonde hair and some facial stubble. The images of his cock got her cock thickening; it was 6-or-so inches long with a nice mushroom head. Calling the number, she heard a raspy voice on the other end. They talked cheerfully for a few minutes and Trevor told Danielle that he could be there in fifteen minutes. She gave him her room info and they hung up.

She decided to keep the bra and panties on for Trevor. She grabbed a pair of black thigh highs and slipped them sexily up her legs. She'd never get tired of the erotic sensations she'd get from pulling on sexy stockings. After she made sure the lace tops were straight, she slipped her black pumps back on her feet. To add one final erotic touch to her outfit, she fastened the choker back on. Grabbing her iPad once again, she mailed Carl and told him that she was interested in meeting him and would be available until ten o'clock. As it was nearing 8:45, they'd have plenty of time to play before she called Bill.

She went about straightening the room, turning down the bed and making sure her purse was securely away. She grabbed a glass and poured herself a half-glass of red wine. Then she remembered she needed to put lipstick on, so she quickly went into the bathroom and rinsed off the old gloss. Then applying a coat of lip color, she let it dry before applying its companion clear gloss. She chuckled looking at the tube that said '12-hour staying power', which was true; she could give ten blowjobs and not lose any color from her lips.

Satisfied that her lips were properly covered and dried, she went back to the nightstand and took her glass of wine. She was sipping lightly when there was a knock at the door. She put the glass down and went and peeked through the door. Trevor was there and she let him in.

"Hi, Trevor, come in," she said warmly.

He was dressed in a red polo shirt and denim cargo shorts; his white ankle socks were tucked into the rims of his dark brown hiking boots.

His eyes roamed over her like a starving man seeing a feast. She closed the door and put a hand on his shoulder, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.

"It's very nice to meet you," she said.

He reached up and gave her a yellow-orange flower the size of a ping- pong ball. It wasn't much, it was probably a weed of some kind; he'd probably plucked it along the boardwalk before coming up. But regardless, it was a beautiful gesture and she appreciated it greatly.

"For you," he said, clearing his throat.

"Thank you, honey. You're so sweet!" She kissed him again.

"You're welcome. You're very beautiful," he said.

"Thank you, honey."

"More than your pictures."

He seemed a bit shy and unsure, so she looped her arm through his, guiding him further into the room.

"Come sit," she said, taking him and sitting with him on the edge of the bed. In her 4-inch heels she stood a tad over his height, so she thought sitting might put him at ease. She sat close to him, crossing a leg over and placing his hand on her stocking-covered thigh. She detected a slight moan from him.

"You're the first I've met from Squirt," he said as she gently placed the flower on her nightstand.

"Am I? Well, I am honored," she said, smiling warmly. She had her left arm around him, so she squeezed him a bit and leaned in and kissed his cheek again. He turned his face toward her and she placed the next soft kiss on his lips. His response was tentative at first, as if he was unsure how to proceed. Danielle reached up with her free hand and took his face and caressed his lips and cheek with her fingers. She kissed him again, pressing her tongue to his lips, he responded as she'd hoped. He parted his lips and thrust his tongue against hers. They sat making out for a few minutes; Danielle reached down and started rubbing the front of his shorts, which were already tented. As she rubbed his cock, he ran his hands over her thigh and leg that was crossed in front of him.

Softly breaking the kiss, she whispered in his mouth, "Stand up, honey."

He stood up and faced her, rubbing a hand on her head. She looked up at him and smiled as she unclasped his shorts and pulled down his zipper. Letting them fall to his ankles, she took the waistband of his boxers in both hands and pulled them gently down past his cock and ass. She leaned in and kissed his stomach just above his sparse pubic bush. He moaned and put both of his hands on her head as she tongued the wet tip of his cock. She kissed the head lovingly and moaned; she loved kissing the tip of a cock that was leaking precum. Tasting the sweet fluid, she flicked her tongue to get the next droplet. Cupping her chin in a hand, he brought her open mouth to the head of his cock, inhaling sharply when she took his cock between her soft lips, rolling her tongue around the head.

His cock throbbed hotly between her lips. Letting him guide her, he took a more firm hold on her head and started a slow bob while pumping her mouth softly. He moaned and his cock leaked more precum as she felt it pulse in her mouth in cadence with his heartbeat. He pushed forward, poking the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. Me moaned loudly and pushed forward again, enjoying the apparent discomfort of his cock trying to invade her throat.

"Danielle," he panted, "lay on the bed. On your back."

"Alright."

She raised her legs up onto the bed.

"Hang your head over here," he said, indicating the edge of the bed where he stood.

She positioned herself where he wanted and felt the rough edge of the mattress run under the back of her neck.

"This okay?"

"Perfect," he said.

He rubbed his wet cockhead around her lips and then plunged his cock in her mouth, in one thrust, all the way to the base. His cock poked her throat and she gagged. He began a steady pump of her oral cavity, moaning loudly and hotly. The more he fucked her mouth, the louder her choking and gagging filled the room and the harder her cock became. She moaned around his cock as it leaked precum profusely in her mouth and throat. When he pulled back far enough, she'd swallow the spit-and-precum mixture quickly, to feel her throat being poked again. She reached around and squeezed and caressed his lightly-haired ass.

"Oh, yes, Danielle," he moaned.

She could feel her cock poke past the waistband of her panties as his cock stiffened noticeably in her mouth. He panted and moaned, pumping her mouth.

"Danielle," he moaned her name sexily, "stick a finger up my ass. Please, Danielle," he begged.

Wanting to give him the ultimate pleasure that he desired, she reached between his hot ass cheeks and found his pucker. She slowly inserted a finger, about halfway, wiggling it gently.

"Oh, fuck, yes, just like that," he panted as he used her mouth.

He'd pulled back away from her throat far enough that she could use her tongue to bring him off. All around the leaking tip she swirled her tongue, rubbing the slick precum around the head of his cock with her wet tongue.

Suddenly, he groaned loudly and pulled his cock from her mouth. Precum and spit dripped and threads of the fluid connected the head of his cock to her lips. She kept her finger in his asshole, wiggling it this way and that. His cock erupted, sending spurt after large spurt of semen splashing across her partly-opened mouth and chin. He shot some on her neck and it landed across her choker, the white sperm a sharp contrast to the sexy black of the lace. He spurted a couple more times, hitting her tongue that by this time, had snaked out of her mouth and was frantically trying to lick up all his sweet seed. His cock stopped spurting; the last drools of cum dripped down on her cheek.

"Fuck," he said. "You're fucking incredible," he panted.

She took her finger out of his ass and caressed his soft globes as she leaned up and kissed the head of his softening wet cock. She moaned again, licking as much of his sperm from her lips and chin that she could reach. He sat down heavily on the bed, trying to catch his breath. Danielle rolled over onto her tummy, regaining her composure from having her head hanging off the bed.

He reached over and caressed her head, "Thank you, Danielle," he said breathlessly, "that was hot."

"Mmm, yes," she said, licking the finger that she used to swipe off some of the cum from her chin.

"I should get going," he said, standing up.

"Okay, honey, thank you for visiting me," she said holding her chin in her clasped fingers.

"Are you down here regularly?" he asked redressing.

"Not often, no."

"Shame, I'd love seeing you regularly."

"Well, I am in town for another few days, so maybe we can hook up again," she offered.

"That would be hot."

"Just mail me on Squirt to see if I'm free. And I won't call you unless you say it's okay. I'm very discreet."

"Perfect. Good night, Danielle. Thank you."

"Thank you, honey," she said as he left the room.

Sitting on the bed and resting a moment, she took a sip of wine, waiting for her head to clear from hanging off the edge of the bed. She grabbed her iPad and checked her Squirt inbox again. Carl mentioned in his note that he would be in the area by nine o'clock and to call then. It was a few minutes after nine, so she called and he picked up quickly. He said he could be up to her room in less than ten minutes, so she gave him her room info. Putting her phone down on the nightstand, she went into the bathroom and rinsed her lips, chin and neck, removing any remnants of Trevor's cum. Her lips didn't need re-touching and she went and poured herself more wine, sitting on the bed, waiting for Carl.

She was scrolling through search results for different types of lingerie on her iPad when there was a series of sharp knocks on the door. She got butterflies in her tummy and her asshole puckered with the slight bit of nervousness that one feels before meeting someone for the first time. She looked out of the hole and saw Carl, his brown-hair neatly combed. She opened the door and invited him in. He too, was dressed in summer clothes; a light blue dress shirt and tan shorts. Tube socks bunched around his athletic shoes completed the casual look.

"Hi, Carl, it's nice to meet you."

Unlike Trevor, Carl was not timid or shy. He was about the same age and height as Scott, but where Scott had little to no facial hair, Carl was sporting a moustache and beard, trimmed nicely. He came over to Danielle and shoved his hand down the back of her panties, squeezing an ass cheek and running his fingers quickly through her crack. She moaned instinctively and her cock twitched to life as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his hairy chest and abdomen.

"So fucking hot," he said, leaning in and kissing her neck. He reached with his free hand and stuck his fingers inside one of her bra cups, pinching her nipple roughly. She inhaled sharply at the quick sting of pain; she felt him hump at her thigh with his cloth-covered cock. "You're such a fucking slut dressed that way."

"Th-thank you," she panted.

He kissed her roughly, pushing his tongue in her mouth as he continued to knead her ass and pinch her nipple. She ran her fingers through the matting of hair on his chest and then reached around and caressed his back as they kissed for several minutes. Feeling her cock poke past the top of her panties once again, she felt him remove his hands from her body. Then she heard the sound of a zipper and he broke their kiss. She saw his fat cock poking out of his shorts; the pointed tip wet with his precum.

"Turn around," he said, spinning her around roughly.

He yanked her panties down to her knees, slapping her ass a few times, eliciting a whimper from her throat. She felt him behind her and a moment later, he peeled her ass cheeks apart with his thumbs. Momentarily feeling cool air on her anus, he leaned in and licked her hot fuckhole. They moaned in unison; Danielle at the contact of a hot tongue on her asshole, Carl at the texture and taste of her sweet pucker. She wanted to feel his tongue inside her, so she leaned slightly forward, resting her hands on her slightly-bent knees, thus thrusting her ass further into his face. He lapped and kissed and sucked her asshole for many, many minutes, reveling in the taste of her pungent love tunnel. The sounds of her panting and his slurping filled the quiet room.

Abruptly, he stopped eating her asshole and slapped her ass hard several times, causing more whimpers and cries from Danielle's mouth.

"Get down here on your knees, show me your ass" he commanded, pulling her down.

She got down quickly, facing her ass towards him. He positioned himself on his knees and poked his cock in her ass crack, resting the head on her pulsating hole. He grabbed her hips and thrust forward, driving his hot cock up her slick asshole. She wailed, not so much from the length of his cock, but from the thickness; the 2-inch thick cock expanded her anal ring quickly and without mercy. He slapped her ass again, reddening the soft hue of her skin. Grabbing her hips once again, he began a steady, powerful succession of thrusts causing Danielle to grunt and moan with each drive of his cock. He fucked her steadily for what seemed like an hour.

Reaching with one hand and grabbing her bra strap, he continued to fuck her hard. She got into the rhythm that he had set and she was enjoying pushing back on his hot rammer. His thrusts grew quicker. Grabbing her hair with his free hand, his groans grew louder. Suddenly, with a sharp intake of breath, he moaned loudly and filled her bowels with several spurts of his seed. His cock throbbed in her asshole and she felt each pulse hotly on her anal ring. He shivered repeatedly as he came down from his orgasm. He let go of her hair and bra and patted her ass a few times. They each moaned sexily as they felt his softening cock slip from her slimy asshole. Leaning down and kissing each of her rose-tinted ass cheeks, he got himself up on his feet, tucking his still-sticky cock back in his shorts.

He helped Danielle to her feet and kissed her deeply. She couldn't help humping the front of his shorts a bit, rubbing her still-hard cock on him. Breaking the kiss and helping her pull up her panties, he leaned in and kissed her neck one more time, bidding her good night. She reciprocated and he was out the door.

She sat down on the bed, taking a couple of healthy gulps of wine and catching her breath. That was quite a fuck, she thought to herself, smiling. Noting the time on her phone as 10:12, she decided it was a good time to call Bill. He answered on the fourth ring.

"Hello, Bill, how are you, honey?"

"I'm good, Danielle. Hot and horny for you, slut."

"Where are you at?"

"I'm sitting on the boardwalk just outside your hotel. I got here a bit early and I was hoping you'd call sooner rather than later."

"Well, I'm alone now."

"Did the last guy just leave?"

"Yes."

"Anyone else tonight?"

"Just a guy before him."

"Did they cum in you, slut?"

"Yes."

"Well, say it. How did they cum in you?"

She took a sip of wine. "The first guy came in my mouth and the second guy came in my ass."

"Did he use a condom?"

"N-no."

"So you still have his seed up your ass?"

"Um, yes."

"Say it."

She swallowed hard and said, "He came in my asshole and I still have his sperm in me."

"Such a fucking whore. Don't clean yourself, it'll make it that much easier for me to use you. How are you dressed?"

She described her few undergarments.

He said, "Well, find yourself a slutty outfit, I'll be up in ten minutes," and hung up.

She got up and looked through the closet for something appropriate for Bill. She saw what might be an arousing combo, a white satin blouse and a tight black skirt, so she grabbed it and slipped them on. Then she had a thought and took off her pumps, replacing them with her black strappy stilettoes. She looked at herself in the mirror and decided to hike the skirt up a few inches, positioning it slightly past the bottom of her ass. Folding the waist of the skirt into a faux-belt, she smoothed down the blouse and looked admiringly at her reflection. In moments, Bill was knocking on the door.

Letting him in, she smiled at Bill.

"Please come in, Bill."

"Thank you."

He was short at 5-feet-3 and stocky with a cute chubbiness about him. He was nearly bald and she smiled to herself thinking how many times she'd masturbated picturing him as he'd used her those times that they'd met. He was dressed in a white polo shirt that hugged his ample body snugly that hung past the tight waist of his brown slacks. His white shoes contrasted sharply with the darkness of his pants. He wasn't the snappiest dresser, Danielle thought to herself, but she liked older guys and she liked chubby guys and Bill fit those attributes. Not to mention that he had a hot cock. He hadn't undressed yet, but she remembered from meeting him previously that it was as short and fat as his body was; it was beautifully circumcised with a prominent head. It may have only been 5-inches long, but its above-average thickness and the amount of cum he produced, made up for any shortcomings in its length, if that ever really mattered to her.

"Very sexy, slut."

"Thank you, Bill."

"It's nice to see you, you look fantastic."

"Thank you, honey, it's nice to see you, too."

He pulled her roughly and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her head down to him so he could kiss her; his quick action temporarily throwing off her balance. And kiss her he did; his lips were parted and his tongue probed her mouth. She moaned in his mouth as he pressed the back of her head. She felt his hard cock through his pants touch her leg.

"I've missed you," she whispered into his mouth.

"I've missed you, as well" he whispered back.

He kissed her cheek to her ear and down to her neck.

"I see someone marked you before I did. You're such a fucking whore."

She pulled his mouth into her neck and he licked and nibbled, making her cock hard. She moaned at the erotic feelings his lips and tongue was giving her neck. She held onto his head as she heard him unbuckle and unzip his pants.

Pulling off of her neck, he pressed on her shoulders, "Get on your knees, whore."

She dropped to her knees and he grabbed her head, pushing his cock in between her ruby-red lips. He gasped at the wild ministrations of her tongue and he started pumping her mouth, his big belly bumping her forehead each time he thrust forward.

"Yeah, suck that cock, you fucking slut."

She moaned around his cock. Not only was she enjoying his hands on her head, she loved when her lover talked dirty to her and called her nasty names. She sucked and flicked her tongue around the head of his cock wildly. He shivered in ecstasy as he used her mouth. He grabbed the top of her head and pulled her off of his cock.

"I don't want to cum, yet. I want to fuck you. Get up."

He pulled her up by her shoulders, handfuls of her blouse in his fists. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and underwear as Danielle smoothed out her clothes. Once his clothing was off of his feet, he pushed Danielle and she backed up, catching one of her stilettoes in the rug, causing her to lose her balance slightly and fall back towards the wall. Her back came to rest with a dull thud on the wall leading to the bathroom. Bill had his arm across her chest, pinning her upper body to the wall. Her legs were out slightly in front of her, so that she was actually leaning backward onto the smooth surface. He leaned close to her, pressing his body against hers, kissing her neck.

"You're such a dirty girl," he whispered in her ear.

His breath in her ear tickled and yet aroused her at the same time.

He kissed her neck and licked her ear lobe.

She moaned wantonly with her legs spaced widely apart.

He lightly dragged his fingertips up the insides of her thighs, eliciting more moans. He reached her panties and he felt around her balls and hard cock.

"What's this?" he whispered in her ear.

He caressed her more and made her cock tingle. She moaned.

"Do you like it?"

Another moan.

"Should I stop?" he whispered.

She answered by thrusting her hips forward, pressing her cock harder against his hand. He slid her panties down past her ass and balls, freeing her cock from the snug confines. He looked down and saw her cock push lewdly against the front of her skirt.

"Sexy."

She panted with excitement as he slipped his hand under her balls and felt around her crack and asshole with a finger. Finding her slick hole, he pushed a fingertip inside her. She moaned hotly in his ear.

"What's this?"

All she could do was moan.

"Is this cum from your last client?"

A slight whimper escaped her throat.

"Are you a dirty girl?"

Another whimper.

"You are a dirty girl," he whispered hotly in her ear.

Another kiss on her neck.

"Do you want to be my dirty girl?"

"Yes," she managed to whisper.

He nibbled her neck one more time and reached up and pulled her panties down from under her skirt. He took her hand and helped her stand upright. She brought her feet together, causing the panties to drop around her ankles. Stepping out of the undergarment, she went with Bill as he pulled her over to the bed. He was stroking his cock and leading her up on the mattress.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said.

Facing the head of the bed, she took the position he wanted and spread her knees, giving him access to her ass and hanging cock and balls. She felt him climb up on the bed, folding her skirt onto her back and pressing his wet cock against her asshole. He pushed forward with a grunt and buried his 5-inches of hot man meat inside her slimy asshole. She moaned at the intrusion, pushing her ass back into him, prompting him to slap her ass and begin a steady rhythm.

He pounded her ass steadily, their grunts and moans mixing with the sex sounds of her squishing asshole and their balls slapping together. Bill reached down and grasped her hard cock, smearing the slick precum around her cockhead, eliciting an 'oh, yes' from her mouth. Even with his short and stocky stature, he was quite coordinated as he fucked her and stroked her at the same time. He felt her precum ooze freely; occasionally he'd swipe his fingers around the head of her cock, smearing the slick fluid, causing Danielle to moan hotly. He fucked her hard; he gasped with each thrust and she grunted. He felt her asshole clench tightly around his fat cock and a second later she wailed and spurted her cum all over the bed. As she came down from her orgasm, panting heavily, Bill let go of her cock, groaned loudly and spurted ten heavy shots of his man cream up inside her love tunnel. She moaned at each throb of his cock that signified another large gush was being deposited in her bowels. One after the other, he pushed and pumped; if she'd been a real girl, there'd be no doubt he'd have gotten her pregnant from the volume of sperm he'd shot into her. He pushed forward and Danielle fell to the bed on her tummy, Bill fell on top of her, still humping his cock into her even though he'd stopped spurting. He was heavy; and she had a hard time breathing, but she'd survive. He lay on top of her, breathing heavily. She tightened and untightened her anal ring around his cock, feeling him throb in return. She raised her feet, rubbing her shoes on the sides of his ass.

"Oh, damn," he panted, "you're the best fuck I ever had."

"Don't let your wife hear you say that," she chuckled weakly.

He chuckled and laid his head on hers. He knew he was heavy, so he kissed her a few times on her head and lifted himself off of her body, allowing her to breathe without straining. He rubbed his slimy cock all over her ass and climbed off the bed. He leaned down and kissed the backs of her thighs, down her legs to her feet.

"Turn over, Danielle."

She turned over and grunted when she saw the cummy mess all over her skirt. She positioned a couple of pillows under her head so she could watch Bill. He stood at the foot of the bed, naked from the waist down, his cock half-hard and drooling cum. He leaned down and kissed her nylon-covered toes, moaning. A soft gasp escaped Danielle's lips as he licked and sucked her toes, sending tingles to her cock. He leaned against the bed on his knees, taking her left foot in his hands and delicately removing her shoe. Bringing her foot to his mouth, he placed soft kisses and nibbles all over her foot: arch, toes, sole, heel and even kissing her ankles. He spent several minutes making love to her foot with his lips and tongue. She was getting hotter by the minute; Bill was hot, as Danielle could see his cock at full-hardness again. He gently put her left foot down and lifted her right foot. He repeated all his actions with her right foot that he did with the left, after removing her shoe. The right foot, as well, got a several-minute lovemaking session from his mouth. When he was satisfied with his oral ministrations, he positioned her feet together on the bed, placing his hard cock in between the two soft nylon-covered objects of heaven.

"So sexy, Danielle, that you picked 'whore red' as your nail polish color" he whispered.

He cupped the sides of her feet gently and started a slow, steady pump of her sexy feet. Danielle lay there watching him, alternating her gaze from his ecstasy-wrinkled face to his hot cock poking in and out from in between her feet. He panted heavily and she lightly brushed her fingertips over her hardening cock. Her breathing grew quicker, too. She instinctively wiggled her toes making him moan loudly. She thought he was approaching orgasm again, and she was correct. He pulled out from in between her feet and grabbed her hand, pulling her off the bed.

"On your knees," he commanded.

She was on her knees instantly, looking directly at his drooling cock. He had a hand on her head and his other hand pumped his cock furiously. After several strokes of his cock, he shuddered and groaned. A second later, an equally-massive cumload as he'd spurted earlier gushed all over Danielle's face. She felt his hot semen splash against her lips and her chin, dripping down onto her blouse. He got her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose. She opened her lips slightly and stuck out her tongue, trying to get his sweet seed in her mouth. He managed to get a couple of spurts onto her tongue, and she swallowed gratefully. He finished cumming with one more spurt across her right cheekbone over her eye and onto her eyebrow. He stood over her for a moment, panting, as his cock drooled the last droplets of cum onto her thigh. He backed away, wiping his face. Danielle remained there on her knees licking her lips, trying to wipe the cum from her eye. A moment later, she saw Bill standing in front of her, fully dressed.

"Call me when you want to be used again, whore," he said, opening the door.

"Whores get paid!" she called after him.

He turned back to her, put his hand in his pocket and tossed some money on the floor. It landed just near her knees.

"I added a little extra," he said, closing the door after him.

She looked down and saw two 5-dollar bills.

To be continued... :)

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Here are the stories in Danielle's Universe:

Episode 01: "Vacation in Atlantic City!"

• I: The Train Ride to Atlantic City

• II: Check-In

• III: Dinner by Starlight

• IV: Sightseeing and a Little Road Trip

• V: A Casino Run and A Dinner Date

• VI: A Day with Jason

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