Ben's Ride Home

Ben unlocked his car, an Aston Martin on lease it made him feel like James Bond. He set his bag and Bulma statue in the backseat. He groaned as the engine roared to life, adjusting himself. His crotch sore from the game giving him blue balls. He needed to get this taken care of, and thanks to the game he couldn’t do it himself.

Luckily he had an idea that would solve all his problems. He drove down to the shady side of town. He saw what looked like several **** deals, some people eying his car that made him a little nervous. Then what he was looking for, a couple women on the corner. One was leaned over talking to a guy in a car. She walks around the car and hops in his passenger seat.

Ben pulled up where that guy left. Only one woman was left on the corner, luckily she was pretty, not that Ben was too picky especially with magic blue balls and increased libido. The hooker was a tall redhead, small chest, skimpy clothes. “Hey cutie,” she said reaching a hand out to brush a messy bit of hair behind Ben’s ear, “You looking for a good time?”

Ben’s cock stirred at the touch, fuck he was so horny. “Absolutely,” he said, earning a big smile from the hooker. “Actually, I’ve never done this before but I was kind of hoping for something.”

“Looking for something kinky?” she purred, tracing a finger down Ben’s neck. His cock strained hard against his pants. “For the right price, I’m sure we could make just about anything work,” she said, her eyes glancing around the interior of his car. Ben realized that he was probably about to be overcharged thanks to his ride, luckily he had the money and thanks to his situation didn’t really care.

“I need someone to sleep, like actually sleep with me, overnight.”

She stopped touching him, “Like no sex? Just sleeping?”

“Woah, woah, woah,” he said grabbing her retreating wrist, “I still want the sex, it’s just after I need you to stay. I can’t sleep alone.”

She relaxed, brushing her hand over his, “That many hours will cost you. And there’s something I should disclose before I get in your car.”

Ben breathed a sigh of relief, it was all going to work out. “I’m trans,” she said. Ben tried to stay calm while processing. He was an ally, or was now, playing with Bug had taught him a lot. But he still hesitated with the thought of having sex with a trans woman.

His cock throbbed, the game’s effects urging him to act, his groin in pain without release. He looked to the hooker again, she was cute and there weren’t any other hookers around. Fuck, he needed to get off, it was hard enough dealing with during the distraction of the game but now that he was so close to relief. “That’s fine,” he said.

She smiled and walked around the front of his car. Ben watched her ass, staring at where her short, tight skirt hugged her legs. He caught himself staring, trying to make out anything beneath her skirt, a bulge. He couldn’t see anything, but his mind wandered back to earlier, where Fayez’s dick hung free at the table. He snapped out of it as she closed the door.

“Wow, this is nice,” she said, looking around his car. Ben smiled and revved the engine as he pulled away. On the drive, they ironed out prices and services, and exchanged names, “Cherry.” Ben had to stop to pull out cash before pulling into his parking spot outside his condo.

Cherry looked around Ben’s place finding the bar. She poured two glasses, bringing one to Ben. “So where should we start?” she whispered in Ben’s ear, her body pressed against his. Ben’s cock begged for release, his mind racing with a million different paths forward. “I’ve been told, my mouth is heavenly,” she continued when Ben’s pause lingered. She nibbled on his ear lobe, sending waves of pleasure down Ben’s spine.

“That, that sounds good,” Ben gulped, knocking back his entire drink in one go.

Cherry giggled, guiding Ben to a nearby chair. Ben fell into the seat with an oomph as she pushed. She climbed into his lap, taking a sip before setting the glass on the side table. “Should we put on some music?” Ben scrambled for his phone out of his pocket, connecting to his home sound system. He paused, most of his playlists were J-Pop or K-Pop none of it coming off as particularly sexy at the moment. “Let me see,” she said pulling his phone from his hand, where he’d frozen with decision paralysis again. “Oooh love some BLACKPINK,” she said clicking on one of his K-Pop playlists.

It felt good, the pressure of her against his crotch, the grinding to the music. She pulled her shirt off over her head, her red locks falling back into place in a cascade of fire. Ben groaned, his cock throbbing as he took the sight of her bare chest in. 2 pairs of tits in one day, although Cherry’s were much smaller than Fayez’s. But there was something enticing about Cherry, maybe it was the proximity, or the knowledge that he could just… Ben leans forward kissing her soft flesh, one then another, until he wraps his lips around her nipple.

She moaned, running her fingers through his messy blond hair, holding him tight to her chest. As the song changed, she pulled him free of her chest, pressing a kiss to the crook of his neck. She pulled his shirt off, kissing down his chest lower and lower as she slinked out of his lap and to the floor. She pressed her lips to his happy trail over and over, as she deftly unfastened his belt and moved to pull down his pants.

He groaned as she pressed a kiss to his member through the fabric of his underwear. Cherry smiled, tugging down the last layer of Ben’s clothing, his cock springing free at full attention, swollen with his need. Ben gripped the cushion of the seat as Cherry pressed a kiss to his balls, his cock throbbing gently slapping against her face. She lightly teased her tongue against his shaft running a single line to the tip, where Ben exploded in pleasure.

Jet after jet of pent up jizz flew from his cockhead. Streaking across Cherry’s face, her lips pressed to the underside of his cock. Ben collapsed in his seat, completely relaxed as every tension his muscles held released. She sat back on her heels, licking her lips tasting his seed. “Mind if I use the little lady’s room?” she asked, a big smile on her cum splattered face.

“Um, uh yea, last door on the left,” Ben pointed down the hall. He watched as she made her way down the hall, her ass swaying back and forth. He picked up her glass sipping at her whiskey. “Fucking hell,” he sighed, limp in his seat.

By the time Cherry returned she said, “Oh my, looks like you’re already good for a second round.” Her face clean of his cum.

Ben’s cock had never softened, he assumed it was due to the magic of the game. “Would you believe me if I said it was a curse? From a magic board game?”

Cherry laughed, curling up next to him on the seat. Her hand gently stroking his shaft, using the remnants of his load as lubricant. “Nope.”