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Terry
The last assignment for bodyguard work, had been in Pakistan, and to say I was beat up was an understatement. Working with the ISI for leads protecting my client, was one of the biggest headaches I had ever encountered. Unlike other government, this one was a disaster, with so much corruption and who knows what day who was in charge. Thankfully, despite some nearby suicide bombings, I had been able to keep my Qatari protectee safe for the duration of his trip. It certainly was not a pleasure trip, due to the level of danger, confusing messages, and a landscape that looked abysmal. Karachi is a very large city, of close to 15 million people, with not a lot of room to spread out. Don't even attempt to drive there, as rules are suggested in traffic situations. Back in my military days, it was the crawling through barbwire that had exhausted me, now it was dealing with mental strategies. I loved the gentleman I protected, as he was one of my favorite customers. Even though owner of the company, he always wanted me with him, and was kind with both his money and hospitality. Despite not being in the diamonds and other valuable materials business, we'd talk shop during breaks, and he was happy to teach me new subjects. He did so without arrogance, and he also inquired about my military career and private security firm. I also liked how progressive he was, as while Qatar as a nation is fairly chill, there is still some elements of extreme Islam to contend with. His wife did not wear a hijab, or even worse a burka, and he insisted his three daughters get the same educational opportunities as his son. He was a decent family man, and from what I could tell in the business world, quite respected for his credibility.
I awoke that morning far richer. Laying in my bed I heard the familiar text ring on my iPhone. It was my last transgender conquest, pornstar Holly Parker saying "welcome back." I smiled. Then I texted her. "It would be better if you were here." Falling asleep again, I awoke to another text. "You want me to visit?" My heart beat madly, as I really not only enjoyed passionate love making with this hot younger blonde porn star, but who Holly was as a person. We had pleased each other with gusto in Las Vegas, and had lots of deep intellectual conversations. It had hurt leaving Holly, as she was a great lover, and was so sweet to make delicious meals. Very thoughtful too. I had gotten several girly font hand written notes from her, and my immediate answer was "yes, when Holly?"
Two days. I was grinning from ear to ear, as Holly Parker with that platinum blonde hair, sexy brown eyes, small but perky tits, and shaved cock and balls would soon be with me. Called the cleaning crew immediately. The maids made my house far more inviting, helped with the laundry, and Maria was correct. Well kind of. "You must be having a lady over?" "Yes." A ladyboy, but I considered transgender women to be every much a woman as a woman, if not far better in bed and elsewhere. Certainly less drama. After this assignment, I didn't need any bitchy behavior, and knew Holly was the perfect remedy to get back into tip top shape. For over a week I had not even had the chance to stroke my eight inch pole off, and with my balls full was rather pent up.
Smiling again as I thought of her in Vegas. Having her balls and hard cock on my abdomen, as I was all the way inside her. Kissing passionately and the mixing of cologne and perfume, pheromones, and sweat as we really went off the launch tower. Holding hands, tongue touching, as we rubbed our dicks together and looked in each other's eyes. The spark of passion was there, and I decided not to get off, despite my sexual frustration. This would be saved for Holly, who had already booked a flight to New York, and I'd be thrilled to pick up at JFK. Truly a lucky dog now, and since her and I were on vacation time from our respected careers, we could spend more days and hours with each other. It's amazing how just the thought, as I could smell her perfume as if she was here.
Looking at the mirror my 6'3 frame was good to go. My biceps and triceps were very apparent, although I needed to shave my beard and "high and tight" my brown hair. The scars and bullet holes in my shoulder were obvious, nothing I could do, but reflect about my fortune those days in Afghanistan and Iraq. For me serving was more than the wounds and experiences I got, it was about defending the red, white, and blue. Putting a round through a thug there, was far better, than having to do it in the USA. Our interrogations with dogs among other tactics, had led to discoveries of weapon caches and sinister characters that were dealt with severely. It hurt seeing our young men die, or be gruesomely wounded, but I knew deep down we were doing the right thing.
Sad part is the media and politicians, love to use our military as pawns. Not all of the news on the war on terror was good, but what you didn't see or hear was exceptional. We saved countless American and other civilized nations lives. I didn't give a damn who resides at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. What I cared about, is after each deployment, I could look at little girls and boys, and know that they were safer now. The awards and ceremonies weren't all that important. The results were and our units had achieved a lot. A lot of history revision types mocked our operations, but they weren't privy to the details, that often didn't align with their emotional based findings.
That hot water felt so good on my nude body. My balls were hanging low due to the sperm threshold, and my cock was rock hard. Despite this causing concentration to be less than desired, I was able to do some manscaping. While Holly preferred totally shaved, I left thin layers of my pubic hair, although due to her enthusiasm with my balls I shaved them. Those were my sexual Achilles heel, and she knew how to make them and me scream do to it. The Dial soap all over me, I washed it off, and got into a comfortable chair, to finish up my electrical correspondence. Time to turn over company operations to my lieutenant Luke, who was competent and our clients wouldn't notice a change in our protection abilities. True my training session on advanced defensive tactics would be rescheduled, but my men and women were already trained, motivated, and capable.
As I waited for her to arrive, I grabbed 4 hour coffee from one of the kiosk stores. Trump had been right about one thing. American airports were the worst in the world. Looking at the dump known as JFK, how could such an eyesore be named after a president who served bravely in World War 2? This Queens airport used to be called Idlewood, but after his assassination in 1963 was renamed. While it was the correct decision, this stale coffee and ragged arrivals area was a farce of the New York Port Authority. To their credit they ran a damn good sub and bus system, but this and LaGuardia were an embarrassment to Gotham. New Yorkers rarely agree on much, but vocally sing the same notes, about these two airports.
Damn delays. She was supposed to be here at 7 pm. I continued looking at the arrivals board, and her United A320 was running late thanks to an aviation traffic jam. Throwing what was left of the nasty coffee away, I put a few tic tacs in, and stood around with the masses. Admittedly I always tried to avoid United, but Holly had found them LGBT friendly. I wasn't aware of transgender women flight attendants until she let me know, and the company had the guts to produce LGBT friendly ads and paint schemes. Despite their awful food and service, perhaps there was a silver lining, and she claimed their first class to be the best of American carriers. For once I bit my lip, as a Ford doesn't compete with a Lexus that international companies first class was like. If Holly flew on Emirates, I'd like to see what her opinion was.
Time stood still. Constant announcements with that garbled Queens accent. Finally I saw my dear Holly. She had a luggage cart, and I ran over to her. Holding her in my strong arms we kissed like lovers who hadn't seen each other in years, and to feel her warm hands on my neck was the best feeling in the world. We couldn't stop embracing. Even the usually grumpy New Yorkers smiled. Internally I wondered how many would if they knew this pretty blonde with black prescription glasses and a red skirt ensemble, didn't have a vagina below? Yet I got caught up in the moment, and her red fingernails interlaced with my hands. We kissed more and soon I was pulling her luggage cart out to the parking garage. She looked sexier than ever, and I just dug those perfect legs in those black high heels. Her perfume had me a bit riled up, and the electrical connection we shared was undeniably beautiful.
After letting Holly into my Audi, I placed her luggage in the trunk. Upon opening the door I was greeted with kisses, and reached for the bouquet of flowers I brought her. She had the sweetest tears in her eyes, as she smiled, kissed, and hugged me even more. As we drove back to my penthouse, Holly was shocked how big New York City was now. The last time she was here was twelve years ago, so this 25 year old had missed the massive development and also the snarled traffic. Usually I'd be kicking bass on my Infinity speakers, but hearing Hollys voice was the proverbial music to my ears. So sweet, feminine, and smart to boot. I loved how she observed the new surroundings, and I was even more thrilled. She could stay for five days now, due to a adult movie set being temporarily unavailable.
You might be thinking, Terry, are you jealous this lovely transgender gal is getting boned in widely produced videos? Yes to a degree. Yet from the beginning, I knew what I was getting into. Plus watching her videos was hot, as the very few guys she agreed to work with, were as hung as I was. She always made sure her ass was tight for me, and did kegel exercises and more. My cock and I both were grateful for this, and plus being in my early 40's, it was wonderful to be with such a pretty young thing. She probably wasn't old enough to know that famous MJ song. Smiled thinking back to that song, and my pervy mind, imagined slamming Holly so hard those octaves would register.
Sitting on those leather seats, we kissed at every red light. At one long one our tongues became one, sliding back and forth, so charged that I could hear her breathing out of her nose. My hard cock was causing me problems, as I saw her nipples were hard, and a distinctive bulge in her skirt became quite apparent. "Move your ass dipshit!," and horns flaring I focused on the road. Admittedly I was caught unawares, and losing track of my surroundings went against my DNA. Yet I was comforted by her hands on my shoulder, that sweet voice of hers saying, "it's okay Terry." Sure enough it would be soon, as we'd soon be back at my penthouse in Manhattan. Queens literally was hell on earth. Was grateful my 5'5 Heaven was next to me.
Arriving at home, I got Holly's luggage out, and we kissed in the elevator. As we moved up the floors, she nibbled on my ear and said "these go up and down. Soon I'm going down on you." Dammit I was hard. She just had this almost hypnotic ability to get into my head. Damn she looked good in the car going up, as finally on the 25th floor. My older neighbor walked by and checked her out. It he only be knew she was a he. Holly smiled at him and he grinned back. Wow, the old man had a few teeth left after all. Finally opened the door.
Holly loved my place. According to her "I feel right at home, especially since you're here." I put her luggage down, and put her flowers in a vase, on the dining area table. She smelled them and smiled from ear to ear. I asked her about food, and she said "the food was good on the plane, how about some wine?" I obliged happily with bright red, and as we clanked our glasses, our eyes met like radar meets a speeding car. We kissed. And soon as she held my hand, I gave her a tour of the place.
She giggled at what she called my "firearms museum." Actually that was a good way of putting my antique rifles and shotguns displays. She agreed they looked good, but said, "you need a lady's touch in here." Something about how she said it, as we kissed and walked on around the house. I'm glad she liked my two bedroom two bathroom condo, and even more so when we went outside. The view of New York from here was impeccable. Sometimes overwhelming with 8 million people, but up here with the lit buildings, it had a vibe that cannot be put into words. Smiled as did Holly, her long platinum blonde hair, glowed under the illumination. I got us more wine, and before I knew it we were French kissing like Parisians, our heartbeats and breathing all on the up and up.
She had my crotch in her hands. Impulses of adrenaline and joy went up throughout every nerve ending. I was paralyzed, as before I could resist, she had my hard cock out and was literally bringing it back to her throat. Oh those magical lips, the warm slobber, the way she looked me in the eyes. My knees were buckling, toes curling, and wow could this be the best a man could get. She inhaled my big penis in her mouth, had my pants down, and gently got to my Achilles heel. She was massaging my balls, then started to suck on them. This was unreal, and somehow I grabbed her by the neck kissing her. I told her "get in the bedroom." She didn't argue or hesitate, and was eager, as it was time for our sexual tension to be unleashed together.
Lights on, I kissed her neck. Her blouse came off, and after watching her play with her small breasts, I made sure her nipples got TLC. She was moaning and the bulge of her penis on the dress was pronounced. Soon I was on top of her both of us naked. She felt my cock pounding in her testicles, and damn it, what a rush as she put our penises together. Side to side, back and forth, we moaned in a perfect Union. Shaved upon shaved, I felt her nice 5" shaft and shaved balls. Sucking her head and going down, I had her under my control. With the lube out I fingered her gently, then had two of my fingers in her tight hole. The glowing eyes, that smile, oh yes as she immediately attacked my cock without warning.
Oh yes, I grabbed her long blonde naturally long hair. Admittedly I put some extra in, pushing her head down on my shaft. The lipstick was a bit on my Dick, which only made me more frisky, as when she had her tongue play with my tip. She just knew. I looked down and seeing her on my bed, this was finally happening at home field. The comfort level was off the charts, and soon I told her "Holly bend over baby, I'm taking you." She licked her lips in anticipation, as I touched her hard penis and balls, while she assumed the position. Ass up, knees on the bed, I licked her well lubed rear and heard a scream of ecstasy as my tongue went in. Oh yes.
I inserted gently, and she started to babble. Some undetermined language other than pleasure. "Terry, oh Terry." As my thick shaft went in further "oh baby you are so big." This drove me insane, and it wasn't Hollys fault, but I went into animal mode. Pounding her ass, I know she was biting her teeth to stop from yelling out. Yet it was time to get down to business, and soon I flipped her over. She caught my mischievous smile and returned one, "what are you going to do honey?" Slipping her toes into my mouth, she sighed a singing like voice. It was music to my ears, and soon her toes had been played with in my mouth, and were on my shoulder blades as I pumped away.
Seeing my own male sex organ disappearing, was visual eye candy. Getting to play with Hollys rock hard cock and balls, winning the super bowl. Fuck Disney World, as I'd rather be here in this amusement park. My cock went in and out, and I just loved the sound and feeling of that asshole spreading for my genitals. Holly's red fingernails were digging in the sheets, hair a mess, as it was out and full of sweat. That and her seductive perfume, and those nice small tits bouncing. She was grinning, moaning, and I loved how it felt like time had stopped as I entered her gravitational pull. Further inside, the only thing stopping me, were my balls that had tightened up.
Oh yes she was riding me. We could smell each other, look at each other, and best of all he fully connected. As I went up and down her shaved legs, I kissed her and her chest. Seeing her bra and panties, as well as clothing on the other side of the room was intense. It was if two melded into one. Our moaning had a song like rhythm to it, and the kissing and plowing was like a bow on the sexual violin. Damn we were going at it, and as we kissed, she came all over me. Her loud screaming made me get somehow harder, and as I entered a different dimension, my baby batter flew inside her at supersonic speed.
Stars appeared. It was as if there was a drug induced high. We held each other. She was on top of me and with gentle pecks, she said "I'm so glad i to your sperm is in me baby." Oh yes. Those words satisfied an already happy man further, as I guessed I dropped a bucket sized amount inside her tight asshole. Her tight toned arms felt so good with mine, and we held hands, kissing. That's all I remembered as the sand man visited, and we slept together like two pillows that were meant to be with each other.
The smell of coffee was amazing. So was was it French toast and bacon? My eyes adjusted the blurry out, and next to me were those items. Holly was next to me in tight pink shorts and a pink t shirt. Oh that grin. That sweet hospitality too. She was so cute, and fed me. As I drank the coffee she made, she put on my New York Giants sweatshirt. Holly was a girl in every way. Well almost. Yet as we kissed, it was so good to be with her again. I asked her what she'd like to see in New York, and the response was, "after we make love, let's see. She was on my cock again, and as I filled her ass once again, damn could every day be like this? It was a dream come true, and the new perfume she had on, drove this bull even more aggressively to the red flag.
Who was this beautiful blonde lady with those gorgeous brown eyes, behind those exotic black eyeglasses? All the other diners were jealous, as men and women alike had to non verbally acknowledge this stunner. Holly seemed oblivious to it. I smiled, and as we had lunch at one of my favorite Italian restaurants. She had a platter of pastas, while I did my usual lasagna that was layered with ricotta cheese and tangent sauces. We clanked glasses, her white whine and my cold beer. It was a nice lunch, and while a popular spot intimate. And also Holly had to do something. As our tiramisu showed up, she put her feet in the crotch area of my pants. The waiter had to have known, as my look said a million things, as did her smile. He blushed every shade of red, and I literally busted out laughing. Hollys playfulness always made me happy, and after eating the dessert, I paid the bill and we walked down Wall Street.
Yes we both grabbed the bulls balls for good luck. Holly and I got the usual touristy pictures, and we had gelato and discussed the stock market. I wasn't aware she was so into it, and taught me a few new upstarts to keep my eyes on. I likewise shared some of my movers. And she hugged me, wow she was so understanding, when I brought up my regret of selling Chipotle at $35 a share. It would have been unreal, but I bailed on that investment miserably. Yet soon I was laughing again, as Holly got me to dance with her to music a dining hall was playing. Couples young and old watched us, and we kissed to a sense of contentment. Here we were in my hometown, with a west coast honey. Yet part of me that was protective, noticed a guy in his 50's. He definitely recognized who Holly was, and I didn't like that I couldn't see his hands. Was he holding a handgun, knife, or other weapon in his jeans? His shifting and sweaty forehead, gave me a foreboding that something bad was going to happen.
Obviously I didn't want to stress out Holly. She had moved from customer to good romantic friend, and why alarm someone when it could be just some porn store pervert. Actually I was thinking, he wasn't doused in Vaseline and wearing a train conductors cap. Not so sure about those guys. No trench coat either. Yet years of training, including body language told me to be wary. I told Holly, to "stay here, I need to go use the restroom." She kissed me and said "ok love." Yet somehow I detected she knew, despite my being covert about what I was dealing with. As I walked away, this unkempt man moved towards her. He did this with speed and purpose. Before he could get within blood circle distance of her, I popped up and said, "who are you?" The element of surprise helped, as i bladed my body as dictated by years of this work. He was sweating, and his face got red as a tomato and he said, "that woman you're with is a guy and in the pornography business. This is against my religion."
"Fuck," I thought. Motioning to Holly to move away, she did, and this guy started almost foaming at the mouth. These types were truly lunatics, and from my dealings with them, most of the time there was nothing to negotiate over. Their way or the highway, because while that cliche has been recycled for centuries, it's accurate in these situations. They are black or white thinkers, with very poor impulse control. I looked him in the eyes, and saw in his hands, nothing other than looked like a class ring of some sort on his right hand finger. That answered several questions.
In a split second he called me "a fucking homosexual," and pushed at me. Now I had him, as a hate crime and reason for self defense. I made a irritating face at him and sure enough he struck with his right. I grabbed his fist mid air, broke his wrist, and elbowed him to the face on the way down. Reaching in my jacket I cuffed him, and thankfully a NY City's finest was there. They also were there when I sped through various neighborhoods. Actually we had a good working relationship, and my reputation was sterling. I handed the officer my NY security credentials. As he was investigating, he called for back up non emergency on his radio, and angry man kept yelling "fucking homo's, I hate you all and wish you'd die." Looking away I smiled, as did the officer, as the body recorder on him had this well documented. I gave my testimony, and this idiot was taken away, for a very unfortunate ride down to the precinct.
Holly ran over to me, and gave me the biggest hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" We kissed and a crowd that witnessed this, people of every background and economic class clapped a round of applause. Some probably did recognize Holly and I smiled. Actually she had me cry a bit, because she thanked the group of people, and acknowledged being transgender. One big man said in a benevolent way, "it's okay, plus you and him have far bigger balls than I do." We all got a laugh on that, and it was nice walking away with Holly to cheers. Years before that would not have been the case.
To be continued soon.