Uncle sweet Lover

Barney had hinted that his wife never gave him head and to me that was the best part for man. Why would a man stay with a woman who won’t suck his dick? It was also the best part for me because I and my league of trannies love to make our mouths a standby pussy substitute. I love sucking a dick. It gives me control of all that masculinity. That was female power and I love it. Believe me, it is a great feeling to have complete control. While I’m sucking Uncle Barney, I have him at my mercy. I know that his hot throbbing cock is the string that lets me control Uncle Barney. I know that, he is at my mercy, while I am slurping his big, long hard shlong. I especially like the way uncle Bernie talked dirty while I'm sucking his Dick. He called me a little slut a big ass whore and a sweet bitch. Being called dirty names while being humped and fucked hard makes me cum so so hard every time.
I racked my brain trying to think of what Uncle Barney had in mind but there was no way of guessing he was full of surprises, and I loved that about him. We have been having sex for over a year now and it seems like each time it just gets better and better and we get louder and louder. I know my neighbors have heard us because in the middle of the night when we really get into it, I can hear them knocking on the walls. I wish Barney could stay over more but he does have obligations to the wife, damn her. I know I shouldn’t feel jealous or be angry, but I do get jealous when I know he’s spending time with her.

Sometimes I pretend to be angry at him because he's neglecting me. Then next, we can play a role and have makeup sex. I think I wanna do that tonight when he comes over. Of this pout a little bit let him cheer me up. I'll let him kiss me and I feel his tongue inside my mouth. Once the kissing starts everything is go from there.

Tonight we met at the Dew Drop Motel near the fishing pier. I was quiet and the waves washed up against the shore with a whispering sound. I waited in the car while he picked up the keys and we went to room 142. It was a high end motel with nice furniture and modern paintings. “You like?” Barney asked, smiling, and looking around. “I love it baby.” He seemed to rush towards me now. I can feel his hot tongue and the stiff growth in his trousers. “Wow, you sure are horny.” I was amused and happy. I knew he wasn’t planning on wasting time.