A Shemale Vacation Part 2

We sat there staring despondently at the ground. We had searched through all our bags and pockets and had nothing like the money we needed to pay for the hot sex sessions we had each enjoyed with the hot, hung Dutch whore. The guy, the pimp, who had previously been all smiles and friendly encouragement, very quickly changed in demeanour when he discovered we had not the money to pay. He became quite threatening and aggressive and we four became increasingly fearful of what might happen to us.

Just at that moment, Saskia, the statuesque black shemale whore who had given us all a new experience that afternoon, came to our rescue. Or rather, she came to the rescue of the other three guys with her suggestion. My life, by contrast, was about to become a whole lot more complicated.

Hearing the commotion caused by her pimp, Saskia came back down the stairs dressed once more in her short robe. Knowing what I now knew, I could even see the delicious head of her thick black meat just poking out below the hem of the short silk robe. Seeing that tiny glimpse brought back memories of all I had just done, the way I had taken my first cock in my mouth and loved it, loved it so much that I had creamed in my own pants. The thought filled me with a mix of pleasure and shame. I had been so turned on by the experience, even the memory of it was like nothing I had ever felt before, but I was really afraid that my friends would find out about my eager cocksucking. Well, there was nothing I could really do about that fear, it was about to become a reality.

"I know just how you can get the money you owe," she said, walking over to us, "This one should be able to make the money up very easily," she continued, singling me out and caressing my frightened face.

My only consolation at this moment was the jealous undercurrents in my friends' surprised looks as they watched this busty beauty caress me, choosing me over them. Maybe they wouldn't be so jealous when they found out why.