The Trans Ultra Collection Vol 2

by Ursula Lovelace

  I felt her soft fingers run through my hair as she helped guide my head movements. I sensed her thrust her hips up from below. My mouth was dripping and my saliva coated her groin.

  I reached down with my other hand to play with her ass. After wetting my fingers, I began to probe her tight rosebud. Carmen squirmed as I entered her. Her thrusting motions grew erratic and I had to stop sucking her. It allowed me to focus on pleasing her ass with my hand.

  I entered her with my index fingers as she mumbled deliriously in Spanish. I knew I was hitting the right spots. I took my time and enjoyed the feel of her tight ring around my finger. Soon, I added another finger.

  That set her off.

  Carmen broke out into English and said. “God, you feel amazing. Fuck my ass with your cock!”

  My tool was more than ready for the task at hand. I slicked my prick and pointed it at her rosebud. By now, my fingers had loosened her up enough for me to penetrate her. I knelt behind her and used another round of saliva to lubricate her.

  Once I was satisfied, I moved in with a hand on my erection. I didn’t go in immediately. Instead, I rubbed my head against her wet asshole. Once Carmen got used to it, I slowly pushed into her tight ring. To my surprise, there was hardly any resistance.

  My cock easily disappeared into her ass. Carmen groaned as I penetrated her. I carefully inched my cock inside of her. She grabbed the edge of the couch for support as I began to thrust into her. The sound of her moaning echoed in my head. I probed deeper and deeper into her ass with every thrust.

  Carmen’s fingers dug into the couch as I fucked her. It was a slow and steady rhythm between us. With each stroke, my balls slapped against her soft ass. I felt her push back gently whenever I thrust against her. It almost like an erotic game of tug of war.

  With surprising agility, my lover twisted around with my cock still inside of her. Face to face, Carmen kissed me and pressed her breasts against me. Our lips became locked as my cock steadily thrust in and out of her ass.

  I felt my balls grew tight with my impending orgasm. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other rang in my ear. It was a slow, pleasurable grind to my climax.

  I could feel my balls tighten as I increased the pace of my movements. Carmen moaned as she kissed me. I heard her whisper to me in Spanish as she tossed her head back in ecstasy.

  Finally, my orgasm came to fruition. I grabbed Carmen by the shoulders and yelled. “I’m coming!”

  She braced herself and said. “Come for me, Allen. Come in my ass!”

  I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. With one final thrust, I grunted and unleashed my load. I painted her ass with my seed. I was practically a belt-fed machine-gun with how I fast and hard I was coming

  Carmen squealed with joy as I came up her ass. Her cries of pleasure only served to embolden me. I continued to unleash a stream inside of her.

  However, I wasn’t the only going off. Carmen’s cock grew rigid and fired off its own sticky cargo. I felt her warm come coat my chest as I came inside of her.

  After a good minute, both of us were drained physically and mentally. It felt like whatever tension there had been between us had completely evaporated away. It gave us a moment to relax cuddle as best we could on the couch.

  I never felt so in love with a woman. It didn’t matter that her cock was nearly as long as mine. What I felt for Carmen was utterly pure. The thought of us parting ways lingered in the back of my head. For now, I was just happy to lie beside her.

  Carmen finally broke the silence and asked. “Wow, is that the first time you’ve fucked a girl like me? I don’t believe it.”

  “Believe it,” I laughed, stroking her face. “I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I just let my body take over.”

  “Well, let me thank your body,” she said, planting a kiss on my chest. “It was a hell of a performance. It made me feel like a real woman.”

  I touched her cheek. “You’re as real as any woman I ever met.”

  She kissed me again. This time, it was on my lips. “Thank you, Allen…”

  I smirked and slapped her backside. “Well, you also have a dynamite ass.”

  Carmen giggled and playfully slapped me back on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s go somewhere comfortable.”

  As she got up off the couch, I lifted her up and placed her in my arms. She squealed with joy as I carried her to the bedroom. Then, I gently placed her on the bed.

  Together, we lied side to side. Her head rested on my shoulder. Her arms were intertwined with mine.

  Chapter 5

  It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. I loved the soft purring sound she made. It blew warm gusts of breath against my cheek.

  As she slept, I thought about my life to this point. More specifically, I thought about my love life. Or lack thereof.

  As a salesman, I was always on the move. This meant I met a wide variety of people each year. They had all types of personalities and interests. It also meant I’d never stay around them for very long.

  I had never formed attachments with them. I would be gone the next day. With Carmen, it was different.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I had such an earth shattering orgasm. It had been one of the most intense sexual encounters of my life. Stranger still, it had been with a woman who had a cock almost as long as mine. I had always considered myself an open minded guy but I never expected to find myself in this position. I was utterly fascinated by Carmen.

  It wasn’t just that she was transgender. The woman had me utterly spellbound. Every inch of her body was beautiful to me. When we made love, it was as if we were speaking without words. I never felt this way before about a woman.

  My past encounters paled in comparison to her. These women were indifferent to me. They were just there for a free dinner and a round of sex. They never had much interest in me as a person. On the other hand, I felt like I had built something with Carmen during our short time together.

  I liked having a warm bed to sleep in with a woman I loved. It sure beat being a bachelor. My job required me to travel all over the country. Sometimes, I’d even have to visit other countries.

  I tried to keep in touch with the friends and lovers I had made over the years. Whether it was an email or a love letter, I tried not to break contact. However, distance and time did that for me. I had lost touch with more friends than I could count. All I had left were memories.

  I didn’t want Carmen to be just a memory. What I felt for her couldn’t be felt through a letter or email. I wanted to stay in the Hilbert Hotel with her forever. Perhaps, I could change jobs and settle with her.

  I almost laughed. I had just met the women a week ago and now I was thinking of us moving in together. Besides, I didn’t know how Carmen felt about us going our separate ways. I knew she cared deeply about me. However, she did have her job and other obligations.

  I could at least ask for an extension from work. It would give me a little more time to be with Carmen. Of course, her work here with a client would end eventually.

  I decided to make the most of my time with her. I’d take each moment day by day. Perhaps, we could continue to be in touch after this was over. It was better to enjoy our time together than worry about the future.

  Growing restless, I quietly got out of bed and left Carmen’s side. Her hotel suite wasn’t that much different from mine. I put on my boxers and sat in the living room. The sun was coming up and the skies were clear. We wouldn’t have to worry about thunderstorms.

  For the first time in years, I felt as peace. I wasn’t worrying about traveling or selling a product to a client. I could just enjoy the moment for what it was. For all my years checking into hotels, this was the first time I felt I could stretch my legs and enjoy myself.

  They weren’t just a home away from home with free hand soap. It was a place to meet new people and learn more about yourself. I could certainly attest to the latter. If you told me that I’d fall in love with a woman with a pric
k, then I’d call you crazy.

  The door to Carmen’s door was open. She was still asleep in bed with the blanket half covering her. I could see her nude body under the dawn’s light. It was so soft and beautiful.

  And I could see her cock.

  It had been nearly as long and hard as mine when it was erect. Speaking of which, my cock stirred at the sight of it. I closed my eyes and wondered why it was making me feel so aroused.

  Pulling my boxers down, I reached down to stroke my shaft. As far as I could remember, I had never been attracted to other men. The only cock I liked was mine. But Carmen was special.

  “Need some help with at?”

  I looked up to see Carmen smiling down on me. I couldn’t help but blush at being caught red-handed in more ways than one. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

  Without a word, she reached down to hold my erection and stroked it. With her other hand, she grabbed her own prick and mirrored her other hand’s movements. Her fingers were unusually skilled at this. Then again, she had her own cock to practice with.

  Carmen held me tightly as I groaned. Returning the favor, I reached out for her erection and we stroked each other. Our hands went up and down the other’s shaft like a piston.

  God, it was amazing. I felt a current of pure sexual energy race through me. From the look on her face, Carmen was enjoying this just as much as I was.

  It didn’t take long for us to come. Together we spurted for what seemed like minutes. We used some nearby tissues to clean each other. We had made some stains on the furniture but we could worry about that later. I chuckled and told Carmen. “They do give you everything you need when you check in!”

  She giggled and got on top of me. “Let’s hope we have enough tissues for round two.”

  We embraced and kissed each other. Her breasts pressed against my body as our cocks brushed each other. I grabbed her soft bare ass and pulled her against me.

  Carmen moaned and reached down to rub my cock. I lavished her with kisses and squeezed her ass. My lover let out a sigh of approval. Her cock had hardened to its full length. It felt like she had died and gone to heaven.

  That made two of us.

  A strange thought occurred to me when I pulled away from her. “Carmen, I want you to fuck my ass!”

  Her eyes widened in surprise but her cock stirred up. “Are you sure?”

  I was eager to be on the receiving end for once. “I am.”

  Carmen positioned herself behind me. I saw her grasp her erection by the hilt and hold it like a spear. I felt the tip of her prick touch my entrance. In the next moment, she thrust past my rosebud and entered me.

  I gasped for air as I got used to this intrusion. Her shaft filled up my ass to the brim. Before long, Carmen was pounding me. I groaned and said. “Damn, you know how use a cock better than I do!”

  Holding me by my hips, Carmen thrust into me and laughed. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

  In and out, the woman fucked me senseless. Whatever discomfort I felt had been replaced by pleasure. I groaned when I came. My orgasm was so vivid and intense. Likewise, I felt Carmen pulse up inside of me.

  Finally, she shot a full load up my ass. It filled me up before trickling out of me. It was utterly amazing. I couldn’t remember any previous relationships that matched what I had with Carmen.

  I turned around to kiss her. Our limbs became entangled as we locked our lips. Her skin was soft and satiny. It was odd having both a pair of nipples and a hard prick poking against your body but I began to enjoy it.

  After a lengthy kiss, Carmen whispered seductively. “Let’s go back to bed. The day’s still young.”

  I nodded in agreement. “Yes, it’s more comfortable.”

  After disentangling out bodies, we walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Together, we fell into bed and cuddled. I caressed her beautiful body and she did the same. I loved the way her soft breasts touched me. Below, I lazily touched her flaccid cock.

  I rested with my head on my pillow. Carmen placed her head on my chest. It was a good way to relax after our earth shattering coupling.

  As she snuggled with me, the love of my life asked. “Don’t you have to make a sales pitch later today?”

  “Forget work,” I said, planting a kiss on her lips. I didn’t have to leave her if I didn’t want to. My job was just a job. Carmen was my soul mate. “You’re my life now.”

  She placed the blanket over our heads and got on top of me. “That makes two of us!”

  I kissed her again and said. “You always met the most interesting people in a hotel lobby…”

  Chapter 1

  I was on a hot streak in the city of vice. Las Vegas had always been my home away from home. This city wasn’t for the faint of heart but it was made for a man like me.

  With moral decadence came opportunity. Various casinos littered the Vegas strip. You could make a fortune in this city if you played your cards right.

  Literally.

  Of course, the odds were always against you. Chances were that you’d end you broke going against the house. I’d seen people bet their life savings on a roll of the dice and lose it all in the blink of an eye.

  If the table games didn’t get you, then the slot machines would steal your souls. I saw elderly men and women use up their social security checks on those damn things. They sucked up their money like some brightly lit vacuum cleaner.

  I didn’t like to leave things up to chance.

  That’s why I played at the blackjack table. This was one of the few games where success wasn’t down to pure luck. If you played right, then you could take the house to the cleaners.

  I told the dealer. “Hit me.”

  The dealer placed down the card. “Twenty-one. Blackjack.”

  The casinos knew this as well but the game was too popular to ban. Although, not everyone could beat the house. You needed focus and a steely discipline to prevail. More importantly, you needed to know how to count cards.

  You’ve seen Rain Man with Dustin Hoffman and Tom Cruise, right?

  Card counting involves tracking cards that have been played and using it to understand what’s still in the deck. You didn’t need to be some genius savant to pull it off. Instead, you assigned each card a value as it's dealt. Cards with low numbers, such as twos and fours, have a positive count. Cards with faces, such as Queens and Jacks, have a negative value. Cards in the seven to nine range have neutral value.

  As each card was dealt, you kept a running tally to get an idea of what’s in the deck. When the count was negative, the deck was in the dealer’s favor you should bet small. When the count was positive, then you would bet high.

  There’s a lot more advanced techniques but that covered the basics. There’s still an element of chance to blackjack. You just moved the odds to your favor by counting cards.

  The real trick was to avoid any distractions so you could keep track of the count. Casinos didn’t like card counting so they did everything in their power to make people like me lose count. The dealer could make small talk to distract you or shuffle the deck. The latter wasn’t too popular since it slowed down the pace of the game.

  Nonetheless, their counter measures were limited. Card counting was frowned upon but it wasn’t illegal. To really land in hot water, you needed to cheat with an electronic counter or have someone feeding you the count through an ear piece.

  For a guy like me, the most annoying thing was that it would take several rounds of playing for my advantage to kick in. It’s why I only played at the high stakes table. Otherwise, I’d barely make a profit over a night of playing.

  I had spent the better part of an hour scouting out tables. You were always looking for a dealer who was new and vulnerable. It didn’t matter if they were young or old as long as they were new. Preferably, you got a dealer who was tired and eager to punch out of his shift at a moment’s notice.

  Casinos like these could be cheap at times and make a handful of dealers work longer hours to save on costs. T
hey were easily distractible and less likely to notice you counting cards. I found my target at one of the high stakes table.

  I wasn’t the only one playing. Blackjack usually has two or more players. I liked playing at a more active table to maximize my advantage.

  Even though it made things more complicated, playing with other players provided a smokescreen. Sure, I had to keep track of multiple hands. At the same time, dealers and security had to keep track of multiple players. There were less opportunities to get caught counting cards. If I kept my head down, then I could rake in a lot of chips.