This is yet another installment of the pure pornography that I love to call "The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K." So far, people have been loving my over the top sex romps, and I hope you fair fans love this one too. If you are not legally permitted to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please do not read this. Also, I retain all commercial and non-electronic rights to this work. If you want to use this work, just ask. If you wanna see more, visit http://www.asstr.org/~BrettLynn. So, without further ado, let’s get on with the show.

 

The Wonderful Adventures Of Miss K: The Best Of Both Worlds

by Brett Lynn

 

Miss K reached in her racing jacket and fished out the card key to her motel room, fast food in hand. She wore a pair of track pants as a deference partially to modesty and partially to the cold. When she opened the door, she saw Tracy sitting up in her bed, nightshirt keeping her modest, pulling on the dildo in her mouth by the set of fake balls at the end. Miss K’s eyes remained fixed on her traveling buddy as she set down the food on the table, wishing that big, brown thing passing between Tracy’s lips was her dick.

"I see you’re practicing on your little dildo there, huh, Trace?"

Tracy pulled the dildo out of her mouth with a loud pop, then said, "Yeah. After all, when you went out to get something to eat, I’d figure I’d get some practice in."

"Good, hun," Miss K said, sitting down, pulling the Egg McMuffin sandwich out of the bag and laying it out across from her with a cup of coffee. "That’s what I got it for. That, and the rare occasion that you need a BIG piece of me, and I can’t be of service," she went on, emphasizing it by rolling her shoulders a bit.

"Like that’ll ever happen," Tracy said as she got out of bed. "Wanna see how much progress I’ve made, my wonderful Miss K?"

"Sure, babe. Come show me whatcha got?"

Tracy sashayed over to Miss K, exaggerating the roll in her hips before lifting up the dildo to Miss K’s eyes and pointing to a spot where the saliva coating ended 3/4^ths of the way down from the tip. "See, I’ve made it that far?"

"Impressive," Miss K said with a nod, a few strands of her curly blonde hair falling over her face. "An inch of progress with only a day’s practice."

"Hey, what can I say?" Tracy said as she sat across from Miss K. "I’m a hard worker you know." As she took a sip from her coffee, Miss K slipped off her sneaker and ran her bare foot up and down Tracy’s leg, stopping just short of her pussy and making Tracy spit out some coffee in surprise.

"Hey! Don’t you ever calm down?"

Miss K looked at Tracy with a cocky smile, nodding her head a bit, and said, "No."

"Are you that insatiable?" Tracy said as she tried to wipe up the coffee with the few napkins she had. "Men!"

"Uh, Tracy, take a good look," Miss K said before unzipping her jacket, showing off her huge breasts. "Do I look like a man?"

"No, but you’re acting like one!" Tracy said, snickering between sips of coffee. "Plus, you DEFINITELY a man between those legs of yours!" she said before sliding down in her seat and sticking her small, soft foot up in Miss K’s crotch, rubbing the big dick wit her sole and toes through the nylon pants and getting it to stir. "It feels like someone’s being a bad girl today, wearing no panties out, huh?" Tracy said with a pout.

"Yeah, yeah. I was just running to get some food at a couple of drive-thrus."

"I bet you got hard there, huh?" Tracy said as she kept rubbing Miss K with her foot.

"A little bit," Miss K said before yanking Tracy’s foot away from her dick. "Though you’re doing a good job of hoisting my sail yourself."

"So what are the plans for the day, my fair transgendered horn dog."

"Thanks for being PC," Miss K said with a chuckle. "Anyway, while you were sleeping, I was up looking for a couple things not too far from here: a gym and a hair salon."

"Really? Why?"

"Well, I’m a workout junkie. I haven’t lifted in a couple days, and it’s getting me stir crazy."

"I’ll say! Look at your crotch!"

"That’s enough from you, young lady!" Miss K said, chuckling between bites of her French toast sticks. "Anyway, then I wanna get this hair style changed. After all, since we’re now in the heartland, maybe I’ll go for something more all-American and less ghetto fab."

"I feel that. But how…" Tracy said before realizing how much money her friend had. "OH! I see."

"Yep. Flash some cash in front of some people, and doors seem to magically open."

"True. Maybe I’ll get the same style you’ll go for. But what are you gonna wear to the gym, with your hookeresque clothes?"

"Watch," Miss K said. She walked over to her briefcase and pulled out a t-shirt. She pulled her jacket off, looking at Tracy and showing off her big store-bought boobies by bouncing them a bit, then pulled the t-shirt over her head. When Tracy saw what the snugly fitting shirt read, she fell back in her chair laughing.

"Trojan Magnum condoms?! With your big ass titties?"

"Yeah, but with what I’m packing, I should have gotten this shirt in an endorsement deal!"

The two got a good chuckle out of that, then went back to their food, knowing they had a long day ahead of them.

***

"Damn, this is far! How come you didn’t tell me where this place was at?"

"Because this is a road trip, silly Tracy. Besides, you think it’s easy to find a place that allows guests to pop in on short notice?"

"True," Tracy said as the black SUV turned into the parking lot and Miss K hunted for a parking space. The fitness club was fairly packed, replete with the BMWs and Lexuses that symbolized that they were in definitely in a tony suburb. After Miss K killed the ignition, along with the Li’l Bow Wow CD pumping through the stereo, Miss K and Tracy climbed out the SUV and grabbed their gym bags. The two walked into the 2 story stucco building and looked for the front desk so they could get their guest passes, noting the lack of melanin among the club’s patrons.

"Yo!" Tracy said before tugging on Miss K’s arm and whispering, "There exactly ain’t a lot of Black people around here!"

"Relax. We’re here to work out, not move in," Miss K replied before almost running into the front desk.

"Well, you’re right K."

After stating her name and giving the staff a few bucks, Miss K got the passes, some towels and directions to the locker room. The two walked into the locker room, searched for and took lockers right next to each other. Miss K split up when Tracy needed to change and walked over to the main weight room, which was suitably spacious and appointed with the necessary free weights and machines. Steeling herself and arming herself with an icy stare, she walked through the crowd of testosterone-addled men and went through her routine for free weights. As she looked at the mirrors surrounding the free weights, she could feel the sets of eyes bore through her clothes as they began to soak up sweat. Though she wish she were back in her old apartment, working out in the nude, the fact that she couldn’t do that, nor avoid the stares of the men around her got her through the workout with a force she never knew she had.

Eventually, she got over to the nautilus machine and started doing some work on the bench press machine. While she was straining to get that weight up and down, she got a good look and the balcony that encircles the main weight room. As the runners circled past doing their laps, rows of treadmills, stationary bikes and stair masters peered over the main floor. Miss K looked up when she saw Tracy waving at her from the front row of treadmills. Miss K set her weight her weight, sat up on the bench and waved back. When Tracy gestured for her to come up, Miss K looked up in bewilderment.

"Just come on!" Tracy screamed, motioning for Miss K to come on up.

Miss K got up from the weight machine, then made her way to the staircase for the balcony. After a little bit of searching, she found Tracy, glowing from her effort on the stair master.

"Hey there, Kayla! I saw you working out down there. How did you manage to keep the guys from harassing you, working with those weights down there."

"Well," Miss K said with a tone of false intellect. "I gave them what is colloquially called an ‘icy stare’, and protestations of homophobia were heard when I passed by."

"You mean…"

"Yep! Anyway, why did you call me up here?"

"Well, I have someone up here you might wanna play with. Meanwhile, I’m going to hit the showers and have some fun, if it’s OK with YOU!" Tracy then shot a gaze to a girl with cropped blonde hair several machines down, partially swallowed by her t-shirt, flashing a bright smile

"Yeah, yeah, Tracy. Have your fun."

"Thank you, mommy!"

"Later."

As Tracy walked away, Miss K took her position on the now-empty stairmaster in front of her, programmed in the settings she wanted and started working out. She went on working out on the machine, almost forgetting that she was here in part to meet someone when that someone made their presence known.

"Hi! So you’re that tall friend Tracy was talking about?"

"Hi. Uh, What’s your name?"

Miss K looked over to check out the body of her neighbor, and found something pretty decent. While her face gave away that she was old enough to be a soccer mom, her body belong on her daughter, or at least her older sister. The thong workout leotard fit perfectly to a nicely sized and shaped pair of breasts, a firm tummy and a spandex-covered ass that was no stranger to some hard intense workouts. Her make-up free face was ‘glowing’ with sweat and her dirty blonde hair was plastered down with sweat and held up with a scrunchie.

"Carol. And yours?"

"Kayla. What brings you here?"

"Well, I’m just doing my usual, working out here after I drop the kids off at school. And you?"

"I’m just passing through town, actually. I missed my workout fix, and I decided to swing by."

"Really? Those guess passes aren’t cheap."

"I know."

"Listen, did you get a chance to really check out the club?"

"Not really, Carol. Why do you ask?"

"You just HAVE to check out the saunas. They’re so relaxing. That steam does feel nice after a workout."

"Hmmm…maybe I’ll give that a shot."

"Good," Carol said before stepping off of the stairmaster and shaking her limbs out a bit. "Ah, that felt nice. Hey, do you wanna come with?"

"Well…" Miss K said as her legs pumped away on her machine. "Gimme 5 minutes. I want to get my time then."

"No problem, Kayla. Just follow the signs down to the sauna when you’re ready. I already have #3 reserved for the next 45 minutes."

"OK," Miss K said as she saw Carol walk off to the staircase. "See you there!"

Miss K kept working out on the stairmaster for a couple more minutes, giving her new-found friend time to get into the sauna. "This is going to be fun," Miss K thought to herself as a grin crept across her face. "I’ve never seduced a soccer mom before. I gotta thank Tracy for this one."

After giving Carol enough of a head start into the sauna, Miss K went into the locker room, took off her t-shirt, took her towel out and it around her breasts, making sure it hung low enough to cover her crotch. She pulled a condom, quickly wrote her cell phone number on it and tucked it in by her armpit, just in case, then reached under her towel and pulled off her pants and panties. After tossing her clothes into her locker and locking it back up, she made her way over to the saunas. Once she found door #3, she nonchalantly opened it and walked in.

"Hi! How’s it going?"

Miss K turned around and saw Carol laying back in the sauna naked as the day she was born. Her body glowed with the moisture, her breasts sat up high on her chest, looking firm as the rest of her body, and her pubic hair was shaved to a small spot just above her labia. "Damn, I wanna eat her out! She looks pretty nice there. I’d show her what’s up," Miss K thought to herself.

"Stop staring! We’re all women here. Ain’t like you’ve never seen a naked woman before."

"True," Miss K said as she sat down stiffly in the sauna, caught off guard by Carol’s remark.

"Come on," Carol said as she sat up a bit, letting her thighs drift open. "You can’t relax right all covered up."

"Well…alright."

Miss K tugged on her towel under her underarms, hiding her condom in one of her clenched fists, and let the towel drift down around her ass. She then pulled her towel off of her crossed legs, hiding the condom in its folds, and laid back in the sauna.

"Gee, those are some big breasts you have there," Carol said. "Are they yours?"

"Yeah, hun. I paid for them!" Miss K said with a chuckle.

"I hear that. How big are they?"

"40DDD," Miss K replied, hefting her breasts in her hands and playfully tweaking her nipples.

"Wow! I was thinking if they make your back hurt, but you are a big girl. What are you? 6’4"? 6’6"?"

"6’5", ma’am," Miss K said, jiggling her boobs for her friend’s eyes.

"Damn, you’re a big girl then. My husband wants me to give them a shot, but I don’t know. How did they work for you?"

"Well, I didn’t have too many problems with them, and it’s been over a year," Miss K said, her gaze looking at Carol’s breasts. "But you don’t look like you need them. Heck, if I had a dick, I’d be all over you right now."

"Oh really!" Carol said with a laugh. "But could you check them out and let me know what you think?"

"Sure," Miss K replied as Carol walked over to her. She looked at Carol’s breasts as she looked down at Miss K, her small, dusky areolas crinkled up with some excitement. Miss K hefted the breasts in her hands and gave them a firm squeeze, running her fingers over her skin. She then ran her thumbs over Carol’s nipples, then pushed down on them to see them bounced back easily. "God do I wanna suck those tits," Miss K thought to herself.

"Hey, your breasts feel so firm, and they aren’t a bad size either. I think you don’t need them."

"Well thanks hun," Carol said as she sat back down, laid back and let the steam of the sauna overwhelm her skin. "It’s nice to hear from another woman, you know?"

"Y-yeah, I got you," Miss K said as she looked around the room.

"Hey, hun! Don’t be so nervous. I see you got your legs crossed there. Why haven’t you uncrossed them?"

"Well," Miss K said with fake shyness. "C-can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure, hun. What is it?"

"You ever seen on TV those men who look like women?"

"Yeah, but you don’t mean, I mean you don’t say. I mean, you look feminine enough to me, tall as you are."

Miss K calmly uncrossed her legs, then spread them open, letting her long, limp dick hang between her thighs. She looked up into Carol’s eyes as the shock registered in her face and her breath shortened.

"Yes I am. I am a man, at least where it counts."

Carol took a moment to catch her breath, then said "I can’t believe it! I mean, you look, so, well, but you’re bigger than my husband down there."

Miss K, worried about her new-found friend asked, "Are you OK?"

"Yeah. It’s just unusual, that’s all. I guess it’s OK, if you live as a woman. I know lesbians you know. But one question. How did you get to look like that and still have…that?"

"Plastic surgery, my fair friend? Plastic surgery."

"Wow," Carol said as she got up and walked over to Miss K, her eyes glues to Miss K’s dick. "I guess what they say about Black men even goes for the ones that look like women."

"Thanks," Carol said as she got on her knees. "May I touch it?"

"Sure."

Carol slid her hand around Miss K’s dick and slowly caressed it in her hands, feeling it stir in her palm. She took the twitching as an invitation to stroke it more, feeling it grow thicker and longer in her hands. She heard Miss K purr as she ran her thumb across the tip and looked up to see Miss K breathing heavily, her nipples hard as pebbles as she hefted a breast in one hand and squeezed it. Too nervous to look down into her hand, she reached down with her other hand and started stroking that semi-hard dick, letting the moisture from the steam and a little bit of dripping pre-cum lubricate her motions. As she kept stroking, she saw the woman’s huge tits heaving, her head laid back as she was panting and her hair brushing against her back. It was then she realized how far her hands were going as the stroked back and forth. The dick felt hotter than the air around them, thick as a Coke can and full of blood. It was then she looked down.

If she didn’t see it in her own hands, Carol wouldn’t have believed it herself. The shaft was thicker than her wrist, and was longer than both of her hands put together. She felt her pussy cream as she thought of what that big thing could do between her legs. "Damn, that dick’s big," she said to herself, her hands still slowly stroking that dick. "I only thought that kind of dick was reserved for porno movies."

"Kayla?" Carol called out, trying to lure Miss K out of her reverie. She then reached up to squeeze one of Miss K’s huge breasts, hoping the touch would get her attention. She squeezed the huge breast, squeezing the hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, that feels so good, Carol! Don’t stop!"

"I won’t," Carol said with some authority. Then, with a meeker voice, she continued, "I was just trying to get your attention. Can I suck your dick? You know, I’ve never seen anything so big, and I’m just kind of curious…"

"Go ahead!" Miss K said, reaching up and squeezing her hand around the one Carol had on her breast. "Suck my big dick!"

Carol lifted and steadied the huge shaft with her free hand, then bent own her head to take the tip into her mouth. She was shocked as she felt her lips stretch around the spongy head almost impossibly far and let her tongue swab around it, hearing Miss K moan in appreciation. Short of breath, Carol pulled her mouth off of Miss K’s dick and looked up over her huge, heaving tits into Miss K’s dark eyes.

"Man, you’re a big girl!" Carol panted out. "How big are you?"

"12 inches long, 3 inches across, NOW SUCK ME!!" Miss K said, pulling Carol’s head to the base of her dick.

Miss K felt Carol pull her head up as she licked her way up her dick, taking her hand with her, then plant a few soft kisses on her tip, taking a bit of pre-cum on her lips. After licking it up, she was her open her mouth as wide as she could, then took a deep breath before swallowing the huge head. She felt her suck as hard as she could, working her tongue around the huge tip and hitting every nerve as she felt the stimulation. She felt the woman’s lips work up and down on her dick, she lips sliding down a couple inches on her shaft before sliding back up, Carol’s panting making her shiver. She felt the moisture from the sauna coat her body, tickling her senses even more, shooting through her skin down to her dick and back up to her head. She bit her lip and squeezed her breasts hard when she felt Carol suck hard on her dick, bucking her hips up uncontrollably as she felt those soft lips twist around her shaft. She felt those soft lips pull away, catching and tugging on her head, then a few kittenish licks in that furrow on the bottom of her head. Then she left those lips open up, take the bottom of her tip into her mouth and suck it, licking her tongue against the sucked-up flesh.

"Stop, honey!"

"W-what?" Carol said, looking up as she pulled away.

"That’s enough for now. But first, I wanna get that pussy ready for my cock. Wouldn’t you like to feel how big this is?"

"Well, I am curious, but I dunno…"

Miss K dug in her towel and pulled out the condom she hid in there. "I kinda anticipated this might happen, so I brought this, just in case."

"Huh?" Carol said, realizing what was going on. "How did you…I mean…"

"You’re a challenge. A challenge with a nice ass to boot."

"Why, thank you!" Carol smiled back, looking back down at that hard, glistening dick. "That is a big thing you got there, but I don’t know."

"Look," Miss K said, sliding over on her seat. "Just get up here and let me eat your pussy in appreciation. Just a token of thanks, you know? After all, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do."

"OK," Carol said as she got up breathing heavily on unsteady legs, then got up on the bench, lay down, spread her legs and push her feet back to her ass, leaving her hairy pussy open.

As Miss K kneeled up on the bench and turned to look at Carol, she cracked, "I can see you aren’t a real blonde!"

Carol shot back by pointing between Miss K’s legs at her still-hard dick, saying, "And I can see you aren’t a real woman, so…" and punctuating it by sticking her tongue out like she was a little kid. She felt back on the bench chuckling away.

"Fair enough. Now just let me get at that sweet pussy."

Miss K started by kissing and flicking her tongue at one of Carol’s bent knees, taking in the take of the woman’s sweat and the steam. Then, realizing that she didn’t have that much time, she stuck her tongue out and licked all the way down Carol’s inner thigh, stopping just short of her pubic hair to suck on her skin, licking the warm flesh in her mouth.

"You taste pretty nice there, Carol."

"Well, there’s more where that came from hun! Lick my little cunny!"

Miss K stuck her tongue out and snaked it through Carols black forest, parting the hair on her labia to lick the bare skin beneath. She licked all around Carol’s labia and she held onto the woman’s hips, holding down her hips for her to better attack that wet pussy. She kissed the labia, spreading her lips with each kiss and licking on the inside of her lips, before sucking on her lips, scrapping out all the moisture she could from her pussy. She licked back the hair from Carol’s sweet lips and sucked firmly on each of her labia, then the other. Looking up from the sweet cunt before going back to eating her pussy out, she couldn’t see Carol’s face because her back was arched, her chest heaving in exhilaration. She blew a line from her asshole to her clit, then licked all around her clit, taking great care to avoid the tip of it as she licked.

Miss K heard Carol’s screams ring in her ears as she kept licking circles around her clit. Then she finally decided to go in for the kill, planting a firm kiss on the tip of her clit, then blowing on it. She pulled her head away, holding Carol’s hips firm to the bench as she arched her back and writhed through her cum, her pussy dripping down onto the bench. As Carol started to come down from her orgasm, Miss K slid her body up over Carol’s, her tits and hard nipples making Carol shake from the contact with her hot, sweat-covered skin.

She gave one of Carol’s nipples a light suck, then looked up into her flush face and asked, "do you wanna try my big dick now?"

"Yeah, lemme give that big boy a shot! I think I could handle that!"

"Don’t worry. I won’t be long," Miss K said as she rocked back on her knees and picked up the condom wrapper. She quickly tore it open, then took a few seconds to roll it down her hard dick. She stroked the latex covered dick for a second, then lowered herself back over Carol, her dick lined up with Carol’s soaked pussy.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yeah," Carol breathed out. "Fuck me with that big dick."

"Just hold on to my ass, and enjoy the ride, babe."

Miss K guided her huge, hard dick into Carol’s wet, willing pussy, lodging it halfway inside before she was urged to stop. She then placed Carol’s hands on her soft ass, braced herself on the woman’s shoulder and started to pump her shaft in and out. As the screams filled her ear, Miss K got hotter with each pump, with her hot and heavy breasts rubbing against Carol’s, and her dick feeling the slickness through the thinly stretched latex. She felt that tight quim milk her hard dick with each pump, pulling her closer and closer to her own cum. Her curvy, athletic dark chocolate body pumped her shaft as deep as if could into Carol as it engulfed the smaller body beneath it, feeling every sensation in the hot sauna as she kept fucking. Suddenly, she felt herself getting closer to cumming and let herself fall over the peak, breathing heavier and heavier before grunting in Carol’s ear, filling her condom with hot, slick cum. As she pumped out her orgasm, she felt Carol cum too, milking more and more of her cum with her slick pussy and stretching out her own orgasm. She held her dick inside of Carol and nibbled on her ear as she finished cumming, then gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek when their eyes made contact. Smiling down on the woman, she gently pulled out of Carol, resisting a lustful squeeze, before sitting back up on the bench.

"Hey woman! Why’d you squeeze my ass?" Miss K said jokingly.

"Well, Kayla, it looks like you’ve managed to get one of those Black girl butts as well as that legendary black dick. That was definitely a fun experience."

"Well," Miss K said as she picked up the condom wrapper. "My number is written on the wrapper if you want a repeat experience."

"No thanks," Carol said as she sat up and took the wrapper. "I love my husband too much for that. This is fun and all, but there’s nothing like a loving husband."

"I understand," Miss K said as she wrapped her arm around Carol’s shoulders. "Don’t sweat it."

"I’ll keep the number, though. I bet some of my single girlfriend would like the same chance I had."

"Cool." Miss K stood up and wrapped the towel around her nude body, sticking her dick up between her legs to conceal it. "I’ll let you chill out for the last few minutes of your sauna time. And thanks for the recommendation! This is kinda relaxing."

"Yeah, for a workout, this was relaxing!" Carol joked as she laid back on the sauna bench.

"See ya around, Carol!"

"Bye!"

Miss K walked out of the sauna, then back to the locker room. After relieving herself in the ladies room and furtively disposing of the condom, she walked back to her locker and took out the washcloth and soap she took from her motel room and walked to the showers. Just as she was walking in, she heard a moan that made her spent cock twitch coming from one of the shower stalls. When she peeked over the curtain, there was Tracy standing under the shower, the water running over her tight body, the clit being tongued and her pussy being fingered furiously by the blonde she’d seen earlier. Based on what she’d seen before, she was close to yet another orgasm. Miss K smiled at Tracy, knowing that there was no way she could see her, then took the empty stall right next to the one Tracy was in. As she cleaned up her sensitive body, she heard Tracy gasp into an orgasm, the water from the shower apparently running into her mouth. She rubbed her hardening nipples a bit with her lathered-up washcloth, enjoying the sweet sound of satisfaction, then let out a chuckle before getting back to cleaning up.

***

"Did you enjoy your little girlfriend?!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Tracy said as she playfully slapped Miss K, just getting out of her nap. "I saw you watching me, you pervert!"

"Look who’s talking!" Miss K cracked. "I wasn’t fucking in public, you know?"

"Well, I know you fucked."

"How can you tell?"

"A woman knows these things," Tracy said with a chuckle. "Besides, that was kind of the idea when I introduced you to Carol. And I bet you didn’t use protection, either."

Miss K chuckled, she smiled over at Tracy. "You little bitch. And I did use protection too."

"Carol and Miss K, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I…"

"Shut up! Besides, that beauty shop is coming up in like 5 minutes."

"Why so far?" Tracy asked. "Wasn’t I asleep like an hour?"

"Relax. Besides, don’t you just love seeing America out your window?"

"No. I’m from New York, remember?"

"Fair enough," Miss K acquiesced.

The two women wordilessly made the rest of the drive, letting the bland ‘Urban’ pop on the radio fill the air. Shortly, they came up on a strip mall, where Miss K easily found a space and parked her SUV. She opened the door and carefully stepped onto the pavement with her white tennis shoes, making sure not to flash her white thong under her short denim skirt. After locking her door, she walked over at helped Tracy out the SUV in a gentlemanly way. She was dressed just as casually to her traveling buddy, wearing a wrap skirt that flashed peeks at her long, smooth legs.

"Are you ready to look nice and pretty after working up all that sweat, my fair Tracy?"

"Sure," said Tracy fixing her hair in the SUV’s side view mirror. "Besides, all that sweat wrecked my hair." She pulled up her tube top, lifting up her boobs, then zipped up her coat to strategically frame her breasts.

The two walked into the beauty shop, then was greeted by a guy at the front counter who looked like an aging boomer and whose look seemed to be locked in a line from her breasts to her crotch, making Miss K a bit sick to her stomach.

"Hey, I’m Fred. Do you ladies have an appointment?" the man said as he offered his hand.

"Sure," Miss K countered as she reluctantly shook the man’s hand. "It’s under the name Ms. Stanford, and I mentioned I was bringing along a friend?"

"Ah, yes," Fred said, perfunctorily shaking Tracy’s hand. "You called earlier today, right?"

"Yeah."

"OK. I have someone open for you, Ms. Stanford. Prissy? Your appointment is here!"

Mincing forward in the hubbub of the shop was a guy in girl’s clothing, or at least that was the impression that came across. Prissy had big sausage curls in her jet black hair, and her make-up seemed strangely vampish, especially when you consider that she was wearing a cute pink belly shirt, a matching pink pleated skirt, pink knee-highs and a black pair of Mary Janes. There was something interesting about the way her clothes fit, giving her a very androgynous look.

"Hi, Ms. Stanford!" Prissy said with a lisp as she reached out for a friendly hug. "I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here!" Backing away a bit from Miss K, she continued, "My, you’re a big GIRL! Here, let me take your coat."

Miss K took her coat off, letting it drop off her arms into Prissy’s hands. Prissy then proceeded to mince over to the coat rack and hang the coat up, sticking her ass up in Fred’s direction and giving her boss a wink. She then walked back over to Miss K and stuck out her hand. "Shall we go, girl!"

Unsure how to react, she took Prissy’s hand. "OK, let’s go."

"Walk with me honey!" Prissy said as the two walked off together, with Miss K vaguely hearing that Tracy would have to wait a few minutes for her appointment.

Miss K sat down in the salon chair, then Prissy laid out the smock over her, walking around to figure out Miss K’s look.

"Maybe I ask you a question?"

"Sure, hun! But first, yes I am, and I read you, too."

"Huh? I mean…"

"Don’t worry, honey," Prissy said as she got her stuff together. "I work with special girls like you all the time. Besides, with your arms and hands, you’re a dead giveaway. And you don’t have a purse, either."

Miss K sat back in her chair, unsure of how to react. "Well, just as you know, um, I’m not like you, you know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean! I saw the way you reacted when Fred was eyeing you over, trying to get a pretty at your sweet ass and sweeter little clitty, and I could tell that you like big strong men just as much as Ellen, honey."

"Yeah, you got that right. I’m like Ellen except that I can actually tell a funny joke, you big strong man, you."

"Oh, hush," Prissy chuckled as she laid a hand on the nape of Miss K’s neck and turned her chair around. "Fred’s harmless. As long as he can cop a feel of my sissy ass and clit, he’s OK. After all, he’s straight to bed, like most men. So what do you want to do with this mess on your head?"

"Well, I was thinking of a more all-American look. I want to have that bouncy Blonde look, you know?"

"Exactly, hun." Running her fingers through Miss K’s hair, she noted, "I see you don’t have long enough hair, but I can fix that, hun! I’ve worked with a lot of girls with your problem!"

"OK, Miss K said as she sat back. "Do your best!"

***

Several hours later, the best Prissy had reflected back in Miss K’s face in the mirror. After getting her weave pulled out, a new weave put in and having it died the same color, Miss K’s new look showed up, with full, straight platinum blonde hair hanging down to the middle of her back.

"Thanks for the new style! Not bad at all!" Miss K said as she stroked her hair. "I really like this."

"Oh hush! It’s just nothing," Prissy said as she combed down the spot where Miss K stroked her hair and turning around her chair. As Prissy brushed down the back of her hair, she felt a wheel bump into her ankle.

"Oops! Sorry!"

Miss K looked up and saw a short, stocky White girl with cornrows in a wheelchair. Standing behind her was Tracy, with a hairstyle to match hers.

"Nice style, there, Trace."

"Hey. When I saw what you were doing, I decided to rock with it. You like?" Tracy said as she posed for Miss K.

"You look like a regular Barbie doll. We look like twins right now," Miss K said with a chuckle. "So what’s with your non-driving friend here?"

"The name’s Marlee, and big as you are, how could I avoid you, my big sexy thing!"

Miss K leaned back in her chair, chuckling at her remark and checking out Marlee. Outside of the fact that she was a White girl with her brown hair in cornrows and that she was in a wheelchair, she had a nice sized rack that stood out and sat up like a self , despite her best efforts to hide them in a baggy t-shirt. They were so eye catching, she barely noticed her soft smile. "Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear friend," she said in her best impression of a Hollywood starlet.

"Thank you. Anyway, I was here to offer you a shave of your, um, intimate area? Trust me, you’ll like it, especially since you’re as cute as your friend here."

"Sure," Miss K said, enjoying being hit on. "I’m game."

"Well, come with me, my ladies," Marlee said. Prissy pulled the smock off of Miss K’s body, and Miss K stood up, dusted herself off out of reflex and followed Tracy and Marlee back into a back room of the salon. It was brightly light with pink walls, and had a couple of dentist style chairs with individual leg supports extending from them. A table with supplies and a sink sat between the chairs.

"Go ahead and sit, you two," Marlee said. "Who wants to go first?"

"Why don’t you go on ahead, Tracy," Miss K said, with a furtive wink in Tracy’s direction.

Realizing what her friend had meant, she said "Oh, OK!" and jumped onto one of the chairs.

"Could you take off your skirt and panties for me?" Marlee said as she rolled over to the table, getting her supplies ready.

"Oh, sure," Tracy said, quickly pulling her skirt open, shucking her panties and tossing both to one side. Marlee then rolled in between Tracy’s legs, letting a hand lightly caress her inner thigh.

"You have some nice legs there," Marilee said as she lazily brushed her fingertips back and forth.

"Thanks."

Miss K stood back from Tracy as Marlee did her work. First, she took a steaming hot and wet washcloth and firmly rubbed Tracy’s cunny with a firm touch making Tracy writhe against the cloth and conceal her moans with a giggle. After doing that, she took the shaving cream from the small table, dispensed some onto one of her hands and rubbed it all over the stubble on Tracy’s pussy, firmly rubbing it on her lips, in the nooks and crannies and taking care to graze the inside of each inner lip while she held them straight to get the shaving cream on them.

"Hey, Kayla! This feels nice," Tracy said as she rolled her hips into Marlee’s touch. "She’s good."

"I can tell," Miss K said, feeling her nipples harden up against her shirt and trying to spread her legs as she felt her dick harden in between her legs. "I wish I could do that to you."

"Well, Kayla, just keep paying attention. You’ll see what I do best," Marlee said as she looked over her shoulder at Miss K.

Marlee reached over to select a razor, then got it wet before she began to work on Tracy’s pussy. She pressed her soft fingers on Tracy’s outer lips, subtly moving them around as she shaved off the hair from above her lips. When she was done, she caressed the now-smooth skin, making Tracy coo as she moved her hand back and forth.

"That feels nice. Do that some more!" Tracy said as she rolled her hips into Marlee’s touch.

"Don’t worry. You’ll get some more," Marlee said as she looked up at Tracy with a wide grin and a nod. She continued shaving Tracy, lightly holding onto her clit hood as she shaved around it and subtly twisting the skin as she tightened up the skin for a closer shave. She then playfully plucked at Tracy’s clit, making her jump as her hard nipples and flushed face became more apparent. As Miss K lightly groped at her nipples, Marlee made Tracy’s nipples feel harder as she continued her tease of a shave, pushing her outer labia flat with her soft hands to shave them bare. Marlee spread her fingers wide to clean out the excess cream from the juncture of Tracy’s inner thighs, making her fingers linger longer than necessary to make Tracy squirm more against her touch. She then pulled on one inner lip then the other, rubbing them between her fingers as she got the last stubborn bit of stubble next to her sensitive lips and feeling the slick moisture drip onto her fingers. Marlee took one of her fingertips, then licked Tracy’s wetness off like it was cake batter.

"My, you’re a sweet girl Tracy!" Marlee said with a smile.

"Gee, thanks," Tracy replied as she was breathing heavily.

Tracy looked over Marlee’s shoulder to see Miss K squeeze her breasts and caress her torso, noticing that she seemed to be struggling to keep her hands away from her dick. "I don’t blame her," Tracy thought. "If I were her looking at this scene, I’d want to touch myself too."

Just then, Tracy’s thought was interrupted by the feel of rough terrycloth brushing against her pussy, drying off all the wet spots. Then, she saw Marlee pull a bottle off the table and squeeze some lotion onto her hand. She saw her put the bottle down, then rub her hands together to get lotion all over them.

"Now, for the last part, Tracy. Don’t want you to get all sore and itchy from the shave!" Marlee said before she placed her hands on Tracy’s pussy. She moaned as she felt those hands glide over her pussy, rubbing every spot of that sensitive skin. She closed her eyes and pulled on her nipples through her shirt as she felt Marlee’s hands slowly massage each of her labia, then rub around her clit, making her scream in pleasure. Then, she felt Marlee insert two fingers into her pussy, sliding them around her inner walls.

"Wha…What are you doing to me?" Tracy panted

"Just making sure I didn’t miss a spot," Marlee said with a chuckle. She then pressed her finger tips into the top of her pussy as she slowly pulled them in and out. Marlee then rolled herself a bit closer to Tracy’s cunny and began to suck on Tracy’s clit as she moved her fingers faster inside her pussy. A few short moments later, Tracy stiffed up and arched her back, her wet pussy clenching Marlee’s fingers as she bit her lip and came. As Tracy was riding out her orgasm, Marlee carefully slipped her fingers out of her pussy, pleased at her efforts.

Tracy collapsed down against her chair, then smiled as her eyes focused on Marlee. "That felt nice there! Thanks for the cum."

"With pleasure. I told you that you would enjoy this," Marlee said with a wink. Then she looked over her shoulder at Miss K. "Why don’t you jump up in the other chair there, and I can get started on you."

"No problem," Miss K said as she walked over to the other chair, placed her legs up on the supports and waited for Marlee to roll between her legs.

"I see you have nice legs, too," Marlee noted as she got ready to shave Miss K.

"Thanks," Miss K said with a smile as she looked down over her huge breasts.

"And by the way, could you take off your panties?"

"Sure," Miss K said as she lifted up the hem of her skirt to her waist, lifted up her hips and pulled her panties off, tossing them over Marlee’s head as she looked down at the huge hard dick between her legs. She saw Marlee reach out and tentatively stroke the cock as she whispered "Wow" to no one in particular.

"What do you think?" Miss K said with a mischievous grin.

"Well, I can see you don’t need a shave," Marlee chuckled as she lifted the dick in her hands up until it was pointing up slightly.

"Yeah, I got electrolysis a while back," Miss K said, shivering against Marlee’s touch as she stroked her. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. I just love big Black dick. I just never thought I’d find it on a girl as pretty as you."

With that, Marlee stretched her mouth open and took her inflamed head into her mouth, making Miss K arch her back and near force her tits out of her top. She looked up at the ceiling as the wheelchair-bound girl sucked on her tip, quivering as she felt the saliva run down her shaft. While Marlee licked up her own spit from the shaft, rolling her tongue around it, Miss K pulled at her tits through her shirt before pulling her shirt over her tits and lifting up a nipple to her mouth. She tongued both of her nipples and then let her breasts go, squeezing her fists and biting her lip as Marlee batted the tip of her tongue around the tip. She felt Marlee hold on to her shaft with both hands as she licked back and forth over the ridge on the top of her head, then felt one of the hands move away as she took about 2/3rds of her hard dick into her mouth. Miss K enjoyed Marlee’s soft lips and tongue as they stroked her shaft, loving the way they teased her tip on the way up. She enjoyed the slow blowjob she was getting, idly toying with her nipples as she was getting head, feeling the soft flesh set her nerves on a slow burn.

After several minutes of this, Marlee pulled her head off of Miss K’s dick, then batted the tip on her soft lips. "Do you want me to make you cum? Besides, I’ll swallow. After all, you don’t want your big secret getting out, right?" she said, punctuated by a squeeze of Miss K’s shaft and a lick of Miss K’s tip.

"Sure, but with one exception," Miss K said. "Tracy! Where are you?"

"Over here," Tracy said as she was pulled her panties back up her legs in a back corner. "What do you want?"

Miss K said up, looked at Tracy and said, "Wanna eat this girl’s pussy out for me? I want for us to give her a tip for her services."

"Sure," Tracy said as she walked over. "How you want me to do that?"

Miss K got off the chair, her hard dick bobbing in front of her, then motioned for Tracy to help lift Marlee out of her chair. The two lifted Marlee out of the chair, then placed her up on the chair. After getting a brief stroke from Marlee, Miss K helped Tracy pull off her jeans and then walked over by Marlee’s head, hitting her lips with her hard shaft.

"Do you like my hard cock?" Miss K said as she was pulling off her shirt, leaving her naked except for her shoes.

"Yes," Marlee replied as she felt Tracy plant a light kiss on her pussy.

"Do you wanna choke, sucking on my big Black cock?" Miss K continued, batting her tip on Marlee’s lips.

"Oh yes," Marlee replied, writhing against Tracy’s tongue.

"Do you want me to impale…my big Black dick in your throat?" Miss K said as she rubbed her shaft across Marlee’s lips.

"Yes."

"Do you want your little White throat to be dominated by my big Black dick?" Miss K went on as she kept rubbing her shaft across Marlee’s lips while pulling on one of her nipples.

"Oh God yeah!" she replied as she felt Tracy snake her tongue into her wet pussy.

"Good."

Miss K held on to Marlee’s head and tilted it back slightly as she opened her mouth, then slipped her hard dick as far as she could into Marlee’s mouth before she started to gag. She then placed both hands on Marlee’s head and looked down over her heaving tits into her eyes as she sawed she hard dick through Marlee’s sucking lips. She saw the pure lust in her pleading eyes as she sucked as hard as she could at the huge shaft in her mouth, letting out muffled cries as her tongue snaked around the shaft. As she felt Marlee’s lips work their magic on her hard dick, Miss K looked with unfocused eyes between Marlee’s legs. As she felt that familiar itch in her shaft that could only be relieved by Marlee’s wet mouth and her nipples burn with her hot blood, she saw Tracy lapping at Marlee’s hairy pussy like a cat, hungrily licking at that hairy pie. She saw Tracy spread that cunt open with her fingers, then licked wildly at those inner lips before taking one into her mouth and sucking on it. Miss K felt Marlee moan around her dick as she stiffened up and came. Turned on by the scene in front of her, she kept one hand on Marlee’s head while she used the thumb of her free hand to wildly flick at one of her nipples and pumped her hard dick into that hot, wet mouth. Thinking about the scene in front of her, she felt Marlee’s tongue hit just the right spot, then drove her dick as far as she could into Marlee’s mouth. In an instant she felt herself cum, shooting her hot sperm deep into Marlee’s belly as she caressed her head. As she felt her squirts lessen, Miss K pulled her tip up into Marlee’s mouth, letting the last of her cum pour into her mouth.

She pulled her tip out of Marlee’s mouth, and Marlee responded by giving Miss K’s tip a light, soft kiss. Miss K bent over, gave Marlee a kiss on the forehead and said, "Thanks for the blowjob. That felt nice."

"No, thank you," Marlee said as Miss K went to get her panties.

"Why do you say that?" Miss K said as she was pulling her thong back on and getting her genitalia straight.

"You know, I have this thing for Black men. I love looking at pictures of them, and especially all the pornos. However, around these parts, you don’t see a lot of Black men around, so I take advantage whenever I have the chance. I just never though that the chance would walk into my job with long legs, long blonde hair and big boobs."

"True," Miss K replied. She then jiggled her breasts with her hands and said, "I do like these. I sure paid enough for them."

Marlee chuckled, then asked, "Could you help me out with these jeans here? Ain’t like I can use my legs."

Before Miss K could get over there, Tracy helped Marlee get her jeans back on. Once they were on, Tracy then looked into Marlee’s eyes and gave her a long, deep tongue kiss. Then Miss K and Tracy helped Marlee back into her chair.

"Are you going to be around town for a while?" Marlee asked both Tracy and Miss K.

"Nah, just passing through. Got a piece of paper? I can write down my cell phone number when we get back out into the main store."

"Sure," Marlee replied. She led Miss K and Tracy back into the main shop to over where the coats were. Miss K then fished a pen out of her coat pocket while Marlee pulled out a sheet of paper. Miss K jotted down the number, then held Marlee’s hand as she placed the paper in her hand.

"Keep in touch," Miss K said before she and Tracy gave Marlee a kiss on the cheek.

"See ya later, my handicapped honey!" Miss K said as she and Tracy pulled on their coats.

"Bye!"

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