Wherein Alhena Adams Has Multiple Orgasms

The story of the best sex I ever had is really two stories in one: the time I was forced into multiple orgasms by a man I trusted and love for pushing me beyond my limits, and the time I felt physically empty for days after a fucking so profound one might say I am chasing that high again.  My most memorable fuck, however, I'll leave for a future story.
Wherein Alhena Adams Has Multiple Orgasms:
He was a british man living in america, in his latter fifties, with a nice 8 inch, average girth cock.  We had fucked many times before, but tonight he had other plans. 
I like it as deep as it will go, and for them to fuck the last few inches inside me.  Where few men have gone before, so to speak.  I sat on his cock for the upteenth time, taking it down to hilt, and grinding on it in little circles, moving my hips and waist like a stripper or belly dancer.  I'm half latina, nicaraguan to be exact, so I have both the rhythm and the moves, not to mention the ass to make it look great on video.  My fans are in for a treat when I finally get to fuck Christian on film.
I had been riding him whilst straddling his torso, my 125lbs supported on my knees to either side of his body, my feet resting up on top of his thighs creating the perfect shot for any anal loving trap footfags amongst us, if one had been present (beside me of course, I get turned on by my own feet).  It pays to be flexible.
As I got more and more into it, I placed my feet flat on the couch behind and to either side of his ass, which he had slid foward so it was half hanging off the couch to give him deeper penetration.  In my new position, I began performing what amounts to squats with just my ass raising up and down, while I buried my face in his neck and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life.  He began slamming up into me as I dropped it on him in a furiously accelerating rhythm.  It pays to be fit.
I'm going to cum daddy.  I have a thing for daddies, originating from my always having been daddies' little girl.  Let's not go there yet.
Cum for me babygirl.  He had no problem with being my nasty daddy fucking his little trap baby.
I came all over his chest, and him being my regular lover I asked him to hurry up and shoot off inside me, which I love when I've known and trust someone long and well enough.  There is nothing like the feeling of a hot, forcefull load spurting off inside you, knowing you won't be able to get it out for hours.  My ass is just tight like that.  I have not been able to force anything out that doesn't want to come out since my first serious boyfriend broke me in. 
I was rushing him to finish because my ass gets too sensitive after I come to keep going.  Or so I thought. 
A minute later I HAD to stop and apologized saying I'd finish him off with my mouth if he would please let men off his cock, daddy.
He would have none of it.  He stood up with me in his arms and with one smooth motion threw me onto my back and pinned my ankles behing my head, locking them together, and said nothing, simply continuing to pound me like my orgasm never happened.
A part of my brain told me I was getting raped for the first and hopefully only time in my life.  Another part felt it was the hottest thing I ever experienced.  I begged him to stop or at least go easy on me for two minutes straight.
He either couldn't hear me in his frenzy, didn't want to, or didn't care.  I'm not sure which one turns me on more. 
Then something happened.  It started feeling really, really good.  It was like my subconscious said fuck it and my body followed suit.  I gave in, turning myself over to the will of this man that clearly overrode my own as he chased his orgasm.
In another minute I had cum again, this time all over myself.  He still wasn't done.  He put me on the floor doggystyle and shoved it back in roughly.  I didn't resist him anymore.  I was obviously his cumdumpster for him to use as he saw fit, something I had always wanted to be for someone.
Finally he shot his load inside me, and got up to go pour himself a drink as I laid there, slipping in and out of consciousness, feeling more like a woman than I had ever felt before or since.  Damn the britts can fuck.

Workspace: Project Hawk

·         Access to the contacts on the phone
·         Access to the Pictures on the phone
·         Access to the Videos on the phone
·         Be able to schedule a contacts sync for at least once a day
·         Be able to initiate a contacts sync from the phone
·         Be able to push the phones location to the server at a regular interval of 15, 30, or 60 minutes.·         Know the battery level of the phone
·         Know the device ID of the device sending the data to the server
·         Be able to send push notifications to the phone
·         Be able to sound an alarm on the phone when there is a specific push notification
·         Be able to lock the phone with a password when there is a specific push notification
·         Be able to factory reset the phone (or erase as much data as possible) when there is a specific push notification.
·         Be able to collect location of the phone within 3 minutes of receiving a push notification.

So I danced with these 2 guys (the first one left to take his brother who was throwing up in the bathroom home and the second one was sitting at the table with my girlfriend when I came back after seeing him off) last night, it was so much fun! They were all over me! One of the walls facing the dance floor was a big mirror, so I just faced it, put one hand up on the glass, and got totally wild with the guy dancing behind me. I was fucking shaking it! Later when boy #2 was in the bathroom this dude was just staring me down, so I wave and he motions me over so I just shake my head and motion him over. He says "I want to eat your pussy so bad right now" and I'm like, "hi, I'm Allie" and he says "I feel like such an asshole right now" and we talked for the rest of the night. I had a blast!

The Devirginization of Alhena Adams

I sat on the stoop outside my apartment waiting for his car to pull up.  I was dressed in my little sister's pink shorts and a white tanktop tied into a knot in front.  My hair was just below my ears, and what I could get into pigtails was in them.

I was so nervous.  It was my first time with a man.

He pulled up in his Bronco.  He was a big boy.

I guided him around the building to the vacant apartment below my own I had scouted out the night before.

This was the place where I would get my anal cherry popped.

We went in the glass sliding door and
i let him the bathroom and closed the door behind us and turned on the light such that nobody looking in the windows would see light leaking into the apartment. 

I turned around and bent over at the waist keeping my knees straight and lower the shorts down sensually, letting the wedgie get caught between my ass cheeks until it snapped out with a pop.

I stood up and turned around to smile at him and gauge his reaction to my little show thus far betweem slinking down to my knees and crawling towards his throbbing bulge on all fours and put my teeth on it over his pants and give it a little nibble. 

It stayed on knees and rubbed his hardon through his pants before undoing his belt from the front like I had been doing it all my life.

I pulled down his pants and boxers and was presented with what is to this day the thickest dick I've ever seen in person.

The first skin of mine to touch his manhood was my lips planting a sweet pop kiss on the very tip of his dick.

I had just kissed a dick for the first time.

I had an intuitive feel for cock worship, and my second kiss was more of a make out, taking the first 3/4 of his raging cockhead between my just moistened lips and spread the tiny hole of his penis with my tounge.

It was on.  I was hooked. 

I was born to worship cock and in that moment i knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt. 

I wrapped a hand around his cock and began stroking him while doing my now signature cock sucking move where I start with my head cocked the left and rotate it to be cocked to the right while i go down as I rotate my hand in the opposite direction, aand reverse the process on the upstroke.

He came a thick, globby load that got stuck midway down my esophagus but cleared my spit lubed throat like it was a slip and slide.  I tried to swallow down spit to get unstuck but it would't budge.

His dick wouldn't go down either.  I looked up at him while still stroking it and asked him if wanted to fuck me now.

He nodded and I hopped up on the bathroom counter in my now signature fucktoy position with my ankles locked behind my head and rubbed spit on my hole while he slipped a condom on.

He lined his fat cock up with the lips of my hole and started shoving it in.

I had practiced with the sawed off rubber coated handle of a shovel that was twice as long and slightly less thick than he was, so aside from his girth I know I could take it.

He stretch my hole as he worked his cock into me until I felt his balls resting on my ass and I reached a hand down around the side of my legs and cup his balls in such a way that he got a sensual, gentle tug when he pulled out.

I wanted it balls deep as long as possible.  He blew his load into the condom still inside me and when he pulled it out my ass sucked the condom right off his cock and i had to pull it out of me and admired the fat load that was resting at the bottom of it before flushing it down the toilet.

He was already pulling his pants up by the time I turned around.

He bolted, leaving his cum in my throat, the ghost of his cock in my ass, and myself: deflowered.

The Rise of Alhena Adams

But I never lost the entreprenurial spirit.  Only my motivations changed.  I no longer wanted to attain super wealth in order to buy and sell my ancient enemies.  I had unlocked the mercy and empathy thay had always existed deep within me.  I suffered, I starved, I prostituted.  It connected me to the human history of meekness.  I began dreaming of helping those who suffered as I was suffering, knowing my salvation was right around the corner.

The rest you can guess.  My venture capital company for social good, TCombinator, is moving at 700 miles per hour.  My conservative estimates puts us over a million within a year.  12 cofounders have joined my team, all gifted people.  We are the company to watch in the world.

So why am I transgender?  I just am.   It does not define me.  It is an asterisk on who I am.  A happens to be.  More important are my actions and my motive, both of which were made noble via my transition.  I became an agent of light in the world when I let the light in, and it took embracing my true inner self to make that possible.

The Birth of Alhena Adams

For the first time in my existence, my motive was life instead of revenge.  I'd found the missing piece of my soul.  When my mother found out, she made my father choose between her and my 13 year younger sister on me.  Either I went or she went.  I got kicked out and they stopped paying for my schooling.  If I wanted to walk the path of a woman, it would be alone.  But there was no turning back.  I lost my software job when my appearance became to feminine for the comfort of my employers having me in a client facing consulting position.  I turned to porn. 

The Salvation of Alhena Adams

He is smart too.  I'd call him jenny or stephanie and talk over him.  By varying the amounts of money I requested with each call, I was able to convey my address and the situation.  He called the cops and I was saved, but all my ribs were broken, and my face was unrecognizable.  I couldn't continue my work there.  My confidence was shaken.  I landed in Virginia within hours and laid in bed for 3 months healing.  When I emerged, the evil was magnified.  I had been robbed, and would get what I had back at any cost.  My mother was finally proud of my masculine attitude.  I told my father about the huge dragon like shadow my soul casted behind me.  He talked me down.  He reasoned with me.  He taught me to be good again.  But without the evil, I was powerless.  It was during this time dealing with having lost my source of power that I discovered /b/ and their love for bailey jay before she ever did porn.  Something clicked.  I realized not only could I pull it off, but the very thought of doing so made me feel something I had never felt before: happiness.