This story was originally published at LadyboyFan Blog

As a female, I'd never considered having sex with a shemale in my life. I mean, why would I want to be with a chick with a dick when I could be with a guy? Then, on a trip to Brazil, everything changed. I was in a club with my friends when that night's entertainment took the stage. She was one of the most beautiful, enchanting women I had ever seen, Brazilian or otherwise. She had flared hips, a slim waist and a fantastic ass that was threatening to peak out at me from beneath the tiny little skirt she was wearing. She did a little singing and a lot of dancing (she could really shake her booty) and by the end of the night my pussy was dripping wet as my mind dreamt up a variety of situations where I spent the night with this beautiful woman.

Did this mean I was a lesbian? I had never thought of being with a woman before, but I couldn't keep my attraction to this beauty quelled. I wanted to feel her body against mine, to feel her hot breath on my neck as she kissed me. I wanted to feel her tongue in my mouth and her breasts in my hands. I told my friends I needed a little fresh air and I left the club. It was a beautiful night and the cool air helped to quell my desires, at least a little. As I took a deep breath I heard a voice from behind me and when I turned I saw the woman who had been dancing on stage.

She told me that she had seen me eyeballing her all night long and she wanted to know if I was interested in a little private entertainment back at her place. I hesitated, but only for a moment. With a smile I said yes and we hailed a cab. In a few short minutes we were in the elevator heading up to her eleventh floor apartment. She had me pressed against the wall and her tongue was in my mouth. It was everything I had dreamed it would be, if not better.

She was pressing her pelvis into me while we kissed and I could have sworn that I felt something there, something that shouldn't have been there. I reached my hand to her crotch, felt under her skirt and found that she didn't have the wet pussy I was expecting. Instead she had a cock, and it felt like it was at least eight inches long and wonderfully thick. All of a sudden I knew why I was so attracted to her. This beautiful specimen of womanhood was actually a man!

As soon as she shut the door to her apartment I was on my knees with my lips wrapped around her cock. She moaned loudly and placed her hands on the side of my head. She was gentle but urgent, desperately desiring my mouth. I wanted to deep throat her, but I just couldn't get all eight inches of her thick meat down my throat. I got pretty damn close though, and it wasn't long before she had pulled me up and was trying to tear off my clothes.

I helped her with that and soon I was bent over the back of the couch. My legs were spread and my hands were gripping the couch tightly. She spit on her cock and rubbed it along the entrance to my snatch. In one swift movement she was inside of me. I gasped at the penetration, but it felt heavenly. A cock that beautiful was meant to pleasure women and she knew how to use it expertly. A few minutes later she came, but that was just the beginning of our night together.