The Origin of Sgt. Steel Part 2: Iraq, Internet Po

For a long time I skated around the periphery with my attraction to shemales and fembois. After my initial exposure watching Jaye Davidson in "The Crying Game," I went back to living with my soon to be future ex-wife and my two stepdaughters.

I didn't really start considering shemales and fembois until my second deployment. In August 2007 I arrived in Iraq. Although I have been in the military for over thirty years, I’ve never been one of those gung ho types. To be honest I’m more of a cynic. Kind of like a character named the Comedian in a movie called Watchmen. He looked at all the serious, sanctimonious, apple pie stuff as a joke. That’s the way I viewed some of the shit that went down in Iraq.

Most soldiers had their own laptops. We used them to talk with our friends and family back home, get online and to watch movies. High command had put out a directive about pornography. Specifically no soldier could view pornographic material on a government computer. My commander, told us that he’d better not catch any pornography on our personal laptops. I remember thinking to myself, “Sir you got bigger things to worry about than whether any of us is jacking off to internet porn.” We’ve got all these killed and injured soldiers, a destabilized Iraq and Middle East from the invading and occupying this country and these assholes are worried about soldiers watching internet porn!

One reason I started watching was the general lack of hot females in Iraq. The civilian population was off limits and the majority of female service members were overweight and unattractive. So what the fuck is a soldier supposed to do in his downtime besides going to the gym, reading etc? Hell I was 45 when I went over there and I was horny as hell. I can imagine what the young guys were going through.
Started watching porn and by accident came (pun intended) upon some transsexual porn. Some of these chicks were seriously hot. The first that caught my eye was TS Foxxy out of Las Vegas. A pocket sized Latina with a great ass, tats and braces. She was insatiable. I wanted more. Then I found out about TS Celeste. A half Filipina who was drop dead gorgeous and put 99.9 percent of the genetic female population to shame. I loved how she shoved her ass against a guy’s cock while she was getting fucked. Meanwhile, I’m getting lectures from higher command about abstinence and non-fraternization while looking at female soldiers who were fatter than Elvis was when he died. Again I ask, “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

I resolved to find a shemale to fuck once I went home on mid-tour leave.It didn’t happen. My mother wanted to have a huge welcome home party for me. I managed to squelch that idea because my tour wasn’t finished and I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I couldn’t break away to go to Philly or DC to get some shemale action, not without some convoluted explanation. All I wound up doing was banging some hot Asian MILF a couple of times and hitting the local massage parlors.

It wasn’t until nearly a year after I’d returned stateside that I finally took the plunge. Saw an ad on Eros for a visiting Latina shemale from San Antonio, Texas. Her name was D****. She was a gorgeous Latina with near Amazonian proportions. 5’10” tall, nice full tits and an ass that you could eat bread crumbs out of! Wasn’t into any crazy domination stuff, great with beginners and submissive. Sounded like she was just the girl to initiate me into the world of t-girls. There were 114 reasons why I’m divorced from my ex-wife. One of the reasons was, she wanted to have a dick too. Meaning she wanted to boss me around. Like I tell my friends, if I want a woman with a dick I can find a hot t-girl or move to Brazil or Thailand!

Before I called I checked a site that reviews escorts. There were dozens of reviews for D**** and I couldn’t find a single negative post. The only thing guys said that could be construed as negative was that she could keep you waiting for anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour before she was ready. The flip side was that when she was ready, she looked flawless and her performance was off the hook. Like the man said, "It is beauty's privilege.
I called and made the appointment with a girl whose voice was feminine and friendly. I told her that this was going to be the first time I had been with a shemale and she said it wasn’t be an issue. She told me she was staying at a hotel in downtown Charlotte and would give me the room number when I got there.

I showered and shaved my face and head. Dusted myself off with Calvin Klein’s Eternity cologne. Selected a slate gray shirt to go with my navy blue slacks. Opted for black laced wing tips and a tie. I always try to give off a professional look when seeing escorts. For one thing, I’m an African-American. Perception is everything. I’m not a rapper or a thug. I know that even though our president is of the same race; negative connotations are still prevalent of us even though we're in the 21st century. Besides, I know I don’t have any professional athlete or entertainer money. Those dudes can get away with dressing like bums.

Got downtown and strolled through the lobby and settled into a chair with a book in my hands. Pulled out my cell and called D****’s number. She answered on the second ring and said, “I’m still getting ready Honey. Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll call you back.” So far the reviews were accurate. I tried to read my book, but couldn’t get past the first couple of pages. After twenty minutes, she rang me back and said, “Come on up Honey. Room 512.” I gathered myself and headed toward the elevator.
After I left the elevator I could feel the some trepidation. I know I’d seen the universal good reviews for this girl, but I was still apprehensive. What if she was some guy in a wig? What if it was some sort of blackmail scheme? What if a couple of Tony Soprano’s legbreakers came out the bath room and gave me a beat down? There was that possibility. Finally, I told myself, “Dude you’ve been to two wars and survived getting crucified by your ex-wife. You can make it through this.” Glanced left and right, then gave the door a couple of raps.
The door opened and standing behind it was a goddess. Forget that skinny, hot, Israeli chick Gal Godot they have playing Wonder Woman. This girl was the real deal. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in wet sun- kissed ringlets. She was adorned in a black bra, with matching panties and fishnet stockings. I’m 5’9.” This girl was an inch taller than me. Great natural boobs and her ass looked like it could snap a Louisville Slugger in half. Smiling at me, she told me to get comfortable. I was definitely getting comfortable. I placed her donation on the table and shed my clothes.

Once I was nude on the bed, she slithered towards me and we began to kiss. Slowly at first and then it became more ardent with our tongues probing the others mouth. Any doubt I had was long gone. Little Sarge was at full attention. She headed south and swallowed my hard cock. I thought I was gonna lose it right there! Her swirling tongue brought me on the brink a couple times before she stopped. D****straddled my chest and asked me if I wanted to suck her cock. I opened my mouth and all I got out was, “Well I…”, because she shoved her cute little five inch dick right in! Talk about a Kodak moment! It’s too bad there wasn’t a camera to record the moment. I’m sure my eyes were bugging out. There were a couple of times I had to fight the gag reflex, but I went with it and played her little skin flute like I was the Pied Piper of Hamelin. My first blow job. D**** seemed to enjoy it.

She slipped her cock out of my mouth settled her sweet round ass on my hard dick and began to wriggle her hips. The next thing I knew she was riding me bareback. The sensation was maddening. She slammed that big ass on my cock and I bucked right back alternating between sucking those gorgeous nipples and French kissing her.

After ten minutes, she asked if I wanted to hit it doggy. I said, “I do, but you’ve got the best ass I’ve seen in a long time. I can’t leave here without eating it out.” D**** placed her head on the pillow and arched her ripe bottom in the air. I devoured it like a man who’d been starving in the wilderness.I sucked and tongued her beautiful hole. From time to time I’d take a gentle nip at one of her cheeks while savoring both the moment and her beauty. This went on for nearly fifteen minutes. I guess you could say I’m an ass freak. I love eating out shemales and fembois more than I like eating out genetic women. Just typing this is giving me a hard on. Finally she asked me how I wanted to finish. “Do you want to cum in my ass, or do you want to cum in face?”

Some dude’s like to blow their load in a girl’s face. Not me. If I’m riding bareback, then I love to creampie a babe. I dug down deep in that fat ass and rammed my eight and a half inches balls deep into D****. She wriggled on my cock like a fish. My thrusts grew more and rapid as we both moaned in our erotic embrace. Finally, I shot my load deep inside her hole. I was spent. I felt like Bruce Lee the last ten minutes of Enter the Dragon. If I’d had a chance to go at her again, I don’t even think my load would have been wet. It would have come out as dry as baby powder.

She gave me a kiss and we made small talk while I got dressed. I told her that I’d been stationed in Texas in another life. She stepped into the bathroom and started her shower. I finished dressing and she walked me to the door gave me a hug and kiss while I grabbed that sweet Latina ass. She said, “Thanks for seeing me Honey.” I floated down the empty hallway with one of those dumb Tobey MacGuire smiles on my face. A day to remember.

This babe is the real deal. Not a clockwatcher. Passable. I wish I could take her to my high school reunion next year so I could have all my buddies jealous and hatin on me! She even gave me a deal. She usually charges $300, but only charged me $200. Saw her again the following year for the same price. It was just as hot and I was in hardcore, Spartacus, prison shape and I tore her ass up again. Have missed her the last couple of times she visited Charlotte. Had duty out of state, been broke, and another time she couldn’t get a room because of Democratic convention.

Hope you all enjoy the story. I apologize for its length. To quote Abraham Lincoln, “As the preacher said, I’d write shorter sermons, but once I get started, I’m too lazy to stop.”