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Baldor Shmaldor Jr.
Half-Orc Cleric
Although he joined the party a little bit late, Baldor hasn’t hesitated to help the group out. (Still, some party members still think he’s a bit of a dingus). He has a tendency to pretend that he is the biggest Chad imaginable, however he is quite literally the homeschooled kid who read all about high school and is trying to sound like he knows what he’s talking about.
At first I was so scared, so bashful. They’d sneak in after folding on a hand or when the other men were taking a cigarette break. I never made eye contact with them, their strength, their full masculine bodies, their bourbon-buzzed anticipation of interacting with a sexually flowering young trans woman.
They’d use my birth name and I’d gently ask, “could you call me Megan tonight?”
“Whatever you want, sweetie. Come over here.” He coaxed me over towards his lap. My heart was racing. Immediately he began to kiss me with a large, open mouth. I swooned and kissed him back, dizzy from the burn of his stubble. My head was drenched with the drunkenness of passion as he explored my neck with his kisses.
He essentially pounced on me, pressing me into the bed and gently spreading my legs apart, skirt scrunched up around my butt. A massive, masculine hand explored and squeezed, making me moan. I felt his erection like a pistol held against my belly and it frightened me. I knew he wanted my virginity. I knew he would vigorously fuck that huge dick into me if given half a chance.
“Unzip my pants, baby,” he said, and pulled my hand onto his bulge. I could smell his precum-soaked boxers as the button came loose and his manhood sprang free. Zesty and full. Without knowing why I wiggled down closer to his crotch, my face very near him. He groaned deep, then, and gripped the base of his cock, swinging it up and down, grazing my cheek. His penis was incredibly hot! He used his second hand to press my face and lips into his shaft, and just rubbed himself all over me.
“Lick. Lick. C'mon, baby, just open. Just lick a little…” he started uttering very quickly, so I opened my mouth and started moving my tongue all along his penis. 👅 My first taste. It was easy. It was perfect! He was doing everything. Soon the shaft was slippery and my face was getting slippery, too. His cock was so swollen it felt like a huge hunk of rope, strangely stiff yet flexible.
“Open your mouth!” The loudest possible whisper. Ragged-edged and wild.
I did, only to be met with a jet of semen gushing all over the bridge of my nose and draping into the corner of my eye. 💦 I flinched and a second rope landed in my hair. “Look up here. Open!” I tried my best, but his cum was burning my eye and I was trembling all over with surprise and confusion. He continued to orgasm, playing his long hooded foreskin up and down his surprisingly deep pink cockhead. At the end of every upward stroke another pulse of cum would issue from the tip and land in or around my open mouth. The only thing I could think about was the sensation of his cum accumulating in my mouth. Maybe part of my conscious mind found it disgusting, but a deep subconscious joy made me wish he would never stop.
Of course he did. Then immediately told me not to spit it out. He wanted to see his handiwork and enjoy me consuming it, besides. A little piece of me already wanted to feel him cumming again.
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Nowadays they use me almost however they want. They’ve trained me and taught me their own personal likes and dislikes. If my Dad knew how nasty his friends were he’d probably keep me under lock and key!
They’re mostly into butt stuff. Drunken doggy-style sessions with spanking galore. Some nights four or five will empty themselves inside me, and I can’t decide who is more needy - them or my hungry little ass. More than once I’ve eaten their creampie off of my fingers for their enjoyment. I’ve come to adore being fucked raw and rough until I’m gaping open and flushed bright pink. These older men will do it every time and then go saunter back out to the poker game like nothing happened. Just “getting their rocks off” with a fresh and fun little slut… of their own creation.
Soon I’ll be moving out and then I can live en femme full time. I don’t know anything about poker, but maybe I can invite all my Dad’s friends over for a party, if you know what I mean 😉
Occasionally, I find myself letting out a bit more of my roots than I care to mention...