Credit: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/she-male/pans-servant/pans-servant-2 by Samathia
Kyla first met Leena at a philosophy meetup. She was the type of girl who's essence would flow out immediately into an entire conversation. She was very tall, standing just over six feet even in flats. Her hair was thick and black, her skin surprisingly pale since her family was from northern Africa. She loved to berate people for socialist views, and when she'd have one to many to drink, she'd start complaining about the Jews. She was the life of the party and would gather everyone for late night bar hoping; most weekends drinking to excess. Kyle once invited her out with a small group of his friends, and she tried to bring in random strangers she met while smoking in front of the bars along with their group. Some of Kyle's other friends were having nothing to do with that. They eventually left, with a drunken Leena wanting to go dancing, but too exhausted to walk up a very shallow hill; demanding a cab. It was going to be one of those nights. They were kicked out of the first bar, the bouncer coming to up Kyle saying, "I'm sorry, you and your girlfriend have to leave. I shouldn't have let her in. She's too drunk." "She's not my girlfriend." "Don't care, when she gets out of the bathroom, she's got to go." Kyle had to hold Leen up and drag her with him forcing her out with him. She started talking to a stranger handing her a water bottle. Before the bouncer even reached him Kyle had it out of her hand. It could have been just water, but you never know in those shady places. They ended up sitting on a bench in a park across the street from the strip. Kyle told her he was into her. Leena responded that he didn't even know her. "The last guy I dated, we didn't have sex for the first year," Leena said. "I mean, I've had sex. I like sex .. but," she trailed off. Kyle took Leena's hand in his own and looked into her eyes. "You're right," he started. "I don't know you, but I want to." Gazing into each others eyes, Leena leaned in toward him and the two of them kissed. Their months met, hands slowly wrapping around each others backs in that dimly lit bench next to a city park. Their kisses were light, gentle, teasing the tops of each other's lips. Leena slowly pulled away from Kyle and said, "I want to go dancing." "I probably can't get you in anywhere. Unless you can pretend to be sober." "I'm sober," Leena said, standing up and lumbering awkwardly. Kyle rose up quickly and grasped her around her waste, holding her steady as she repeated the words, "Sober. I'm Sober." "Well .. okay. Let's give this a shot." The two of them were able to get into the next club. Pushed together on a crowded dance floor, Leena stood up on a couch with some other women until a bouncer told everyone to get down. She took Kyle's hand at one point and placed it on her breast as they danced together. Her head was cradled down against his neck, as Kyle's hand reached down to fondle her ass. It was past two in the morning when they left the club. Leena kept saying she wanted pancakes with nachos and tacos. Kyle kept her babbling long enough to walk her back to his place. She insisted on taking a cab home, but after a few "I want to show you something first" and "I have tacos at my place," Kyla got her back to his apartment. He insisted Leena drink a entire glass of water as she was continuing to babble about food. Pizza rolls were put in a toaster and he told her they'd be out soon, as he guided her to his couch, put on some soft music and began to kiss her. Their bodies embraced, Kyle's hands reaching around her dress and finding their ways into her thick back hair. Leena's hands grasped his face. She'd mention wanting to go home, he'd tell her he'd call her a cab after they ate pizza rolls and her hands would slap his face and push him away. Complains were silenced with kisses and Kyle's firm hands and words of, "Just stay here tonight," and "nothing will happen" and "I will sleep on the couch." Leena continued to babble about wanting tacos, on pancakes in a cab, but she seemed to be pacified by pizza rolls, and a vodka tonic. They sat on the couch and ate. Kyle had no coffee table so their drinks sat on the floor, and of course Leena inevitably kicked hers over. Kyle didn't care, because by that moment he was already pushing Leena down against the couch, kissing her neck softly. His hand cupped her amazingly round breasts and Leena began kiss deeper and more passionately. Leena struggled a bit, and attempted to slap him on his face and push Kyle away, but eventually he was undoing her bra clasp with just one hand, the other still fondling her breasts. Leena was a mess between trying to push him away and also grabbing his hand and helping Kyle play with her tits the way she liked. Eventually Kyle was pulling her dress up and over her head. There were murmurs of "no," but Leena was really too drunk to put up an effective fight. Under it she wore black lace panties and a bra covering very large and perfectly round double D cup breasts. Her body was beautiful, under that cute stripped dress she had been wearing all night. She was a little thick, but mostly curvy, with wonderfully large and ample breasts below her cute face and thick black hair. She squirmed a bit as Kyle reached his hand under her panties, but began to settle and moan as he started to play with her pussy. It was already wet against his touch. One of Leena's hands reached up to run through Kyle's short blond hair while her other attempted to undo Kyle's belt. Kyle of course had to help, Leena's hands slapping at his as he unbuckled. Leena reached down into his pants. His cock was already hard as she began to grip it firmly through his boxers with her long slender fingers. The two of them continued to kiss, and fight and play-fight. Leena couldn't tell what she wanted, both pushing Kyle away yet accepting the way his nimble fingers pleasured her moist and wanton snatch. Kyle continued to work off his jeans and boxers, and eventually Leena even helped him removed his skin tight t-shirt. Her hands pressed up against this chest, with its solid and firm muscles. Kyle pressed his hard penis against Leena's panties, the last piece of clothing either of them was wearing. She struggled a bit once again, but Kyle pulled them off and down past her long legs. She kicked a bit but Kyle was able to take control and hold her down; moving back up to her upper body. "No, no, I can't," Leena was spurting out in drunken words. But those words only made Kyle harder. And even as one hand pushed against his chest, in a terribly week attempt to push Kyle away, the other was still stroking his cock and firmly grasping his balls. Leena shrieked a bit as Kyle penetrated her. His hard cock pushed into her pussy as he plunged his shaft almost half way in at once. Leena was wet, yet still tight. She could feel Kyle's girth. He was a solid seven inches long, but a little thin; only moderately girthy. His cock pushed deeper into Leena's wetness, each slow thrust taking him deeper as Leena's protests turned to whimpering moans. Her eyes started to tear up a bit as she started to gasp. Moans of tortured pleasured arose from her as Kyle started fucking her faster. Eventually Leena gave in, her legs rose up and wrapped around his back. Her hands began to play with Kyle's nipples, pinching and teasing at them, as Kyle fucking her harder. Her moans were short, terse, and gasping at first, but grew into full, long moans of pleasure. She could hear the slapping of their two bodies, his thick balls clapping against her pussy, and his firm hands grasping her thighs and using them to drill deeper into her body. Leena's hands spread out from him, her arms began to flail a bit as the fucking continued to intensify. Her body jolted as Kyle began to rub her clit with on of his hands, the other firmly on her ankle. Sweat beaded up on their bodies and eventually Leena began to convulse in orgasm between the movements of Kyle's hand and thrusting member. Her body shook and shuttered, but Kyle did not slow down. He began to thrust harder as her body convulsed and her moans screamed out in a way that would surely wake the neighbors. Leena was awash in pleasure, and she uttered the words, "too much" but was too drunk to make it stop. She kept squirming, her body twisting from side to side until Kyle had finally got his fill. "Turn around," he said to her, more as an indication of what he was going to do to her rather than an order he knew she wouldn't be able to follow. He grasped her legs and waist and flipped her tall and thick body over on the couch, pulling up on her hips to get her on her knees. The fight was mostly gone from Leena, but she still had trouble staying on her knees. Kyle helped by grasping her hips firmly as he quickly plunged his cock deep in her pussy. Her elbows on the couch pillow, Leena belted out a moan that was mixed with a cry. Tears even began to form in her eyes and her cries made Kyle even harder as he fucked Leena. Kyle firmly grabbed her thick black hair in his fist and pulled her head back as he fucked her. Her cries continued to ring out as he continued to pound her harder, until each thrust of his cock was fully buried in her pussy. His hands let go of her hair and grabbed onto her massive tits that had been bouncing freely under her body. He gripped them firmly, pulling and squeezing them between his hands as he bent over her body. Eventually Kyle couldn't take it any more. His cock was ready to explode, so he pushed Leena off, grabbed her wrists and forced her to a position on her knees on the floor. His grabbed her face firmly in one hand as he was stroking his cock vigorously with the other. Leena closed her eyes, winced, as tried to look away, but Kyle wouldn't have it. He grabbed her head by her hair, forced her face to point at his cock and said, "Open your mouth bitch! Open it! Open it!" Tears were running down Leena's face, but eventually her mouth opened, and Kyle thrust his cock into her mouth. He began to fuck her face and she squirmed. Her eyes opened to look at him and he kept skull fucking her, feeling the cum build up inside of him. His orgasm was strong, cum squiring back into Leena's throat. Leena gagged, but Kyle's hand against the back of her head wouldn't allow her to pull away. She chocked on each squirt as it throttle the back of her throat. Her eyes watered as she chocked on the loads of cum, much of it forcing its way down her throat, out the sides of her mouth and even up her nose. She gagged and choked and eventually Kyle started fucking her mouth again towards the end of his orgasm. His cum continued to squirt for what felt like nearly a minute, to the point where Leena would suffocate on his cock and drown in his cum. But eventually his orgasm subsided and he pulled away from Leena's now dripping mouth. He sat back down at the couch and gazed at the drunk naked girl on his floor with his semen dripping in a mix of spit from her mouth. Leena sat there on the floor, gazed down for a bit with exhaustion in her downtrodden eyes. Eventually she climbed up onto the couch, not looking at Kyle, until she was curled up next to him. He took Leena in his arms, began to kiss her gently on her forehead and face. Leena's face cringed, her brows wrinkled and she began to cry even as she cuddled up next to Kyle's body. He grabbed her thick ass and moved her legs over his lap and cuddled her firmly. They sat like that on the couch for a few minutes. For the first time all night, Leena had nothing to say. Kyle's hand gently made their way through her hair and softly down her face. Her tears subsidized. Her sniffles began to cease. Kyle began to become hard again in only a few minutes. Leena could feel his thick member pushing up against her legs. Kyle's gaze met hers with a sly smile as Leena began to shake her head from side to side. He gently shushed her as he moved her body to straddle him on the couch. She struggled a little, but eventually was on top of him. She could feel Kyle's hands firmly on her hips and gently lowering her onto his cock. She grabbed it and guided it to her pussy, and was glad he was gentle as he slowly lowered her onto him. She began to rise up and down on his cock and Kyle played gently with her clit. Her mascara was smeared on her face from the tears as her eyes met Kyle's. They began to kiss, hesitantly, gently, even a little awkwardly. Then she felt Kyle began to thrust. She was no longer moving slowly on his cock, but was receiving thick hard thrusts that got faster and faster. Leena's fingernails began running to Kyle's hair, his mouth was sucking on her large tits. She began to moan with pleasure, and her body began to shutter as she once again came to orgasm. She shook and trembled as Kyle continued to thrust deep and hard into her pussy. Wave after wave of intense orgasm filled Leena's body like she had never experience before, and she began to fuck back again Kyle. She slammed hard onto his cock, rising all the way to the top and pushing back down. Kyle lay back on the couch, his hands moving to her breasts to squeezing and play with them. Leena kept riding him hard through the end of her orgasm, and kept fucking him with long hard stroked. Their bodies continued to slap together until Kyle finally erupted into Leena. She continued to buck and ride him as he came in her pussy. She could feel all his cum, so much cum from a second orgasm. She pulled off of Kyla and went to the floor, blowing his cock as he continued to cum, taking it deep into her mouth. His body convulsed as she wouldn't let up with her deep and passionate blowjob, milking his balls dry. Eventually Kyle couldn't take it anymore and pulled away. As Leena's hands tried to reach for his cock, he yelled, "oh god, you fucking bitch" and he saw her smile as he slapped her hands away. She laughed when he slapped her hard against her face. She lay on the ground, looking at Kyle sitting on the couch. His body was rock hard, and cum still glistened on his cock as it slowly softened. Kyle would help her off the floor and take her to his bed where he wrapped around her and held her as she slept. Twice in the night he would wake up and begin to fuck her, having his way with her and treating her has his sex toy. The second time was earlier in the morning, and she was sobering up a bit and struggling a bit; which only made Kyle harder and the fucking more intense. They awoke to the sun coming over through the window shades. Leena's eyes felt dry. "Did you enjoy last night?" Kyle asked her as she got up. Leena didn't turn to look at him. Her face betrayed a mix of sorrow and being hung over. She gently said, "Yes," and softly added moments later, "I did." She reached down to his cock, now rock hard again, without looking at him. She pulled and yanked at it and could hear Kyle moan. She continued to jerk and stroke it, faster and faster, not easing up, and within only two minutes it was throbbing in her hand as Kyle climaxed. She kept jerking him until his body stopped shuttering. Then she wiped the cum on her hand on his bed sheet. As she rose he grabbed her wrist saying, "Where are you going?" "I have to work today. I need to get home and shower," Leena said and pulled away. She went to the next room and quickly put on all her clothing that lay next to the couch. She made her way back past the bed room and Kyle asked, "Will I see you again?" Leena stopped walking towards the apartment door. She hesitated, but then turned to look at him. Her face was totally disheveled, her heeled shoes in her hand. Holding back the tears, she softly said the words, "Yes" and then turned back to the door she added gently, "Yes, I'd like that." Leena then walked to the door, opened it and left the apartment. She held her shoes in her hand, wiped as much of the makeup as she could off of her face using napkins she had in her purse. She was glad there was no one in the elevator as she carried her shoes in her hand. Outside his building, she was glad she was able to quickly call a taxi. She entered the cab and asked the driver to take her home. In her own bathroom in her apartment, she looked deep into the mirror. At first she started to cry, but then she fell to the floor and sobbed. Eventually she reached under the sink and found her vibrator. She turned it on and put it against her pussy. She began to insert it and push it in and out, harder and faster than she normally did when playing with herself, thinking about Kyle's cock and the way he made her gag on it in her mouth, bringing herself to orgasm once again, before passing out on the bathroom floor.