It was nearly midnight when he finally saw her.

He’d been following the scent for nearly five blocks, searching for the incredibly sexy woman he’d seen in the bar, following her by intuition and highly honed lust. She was a Goddess, a siren, the answer to his every need and the reason for living. Tall, leggy, blonde and built, she was everything he thought he needed.

When he rounded the corner, she was waiting for him. Predatory eyes gleaming, she pounced. Pushing him against the wall, one hand snaking into the front of his pants, the other hand holding his head in place as she kissed him breathless. He had barely enough time to realize it was really her, when she changed the game completely.

Her hands, long manicured nails pressing into his shoulder, rubbing along his cock, were playing havock with his mind. She drew back long enough to laugh at him and push him onto his knees. As he knelt in front of her, she pulled her skirt up, revealing her panties.

And under her panties, her cock.

“Suck my cock, you pathetic stalker wannabe. You followed me all this way, now you’re going to get what you deserve. Go on. Open wide.” She laughed, pulling her erect cock out and slapping him in the face with it.

He was mesmerized. She was so perfect, and now… He was caught, staring at her perfect cock. He licked his lips, and slowly, inevitably, leaned forward. He pressed a kiss to the tip, and lapped at it with his tongue. One perfect drop of precum trembled on the tip, and he licked it right up.

Soon his mouth was full of the taste and feel of her cock, plunging into his throat and invading his body. He’d followed her, and been caught. Now he was the seduced cocksucker, the kneeling sissy, the poor sad looser on his knees in an alley, sucking transgender cock.

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