Lust and Love with Leona

Lust and Love with Leona

By CB Achtland

This is a work of fiction.


The days after I fucked with Leona I spent alone. She has told me that she was going for shoot in the Bahamas for a week. I was a man who had everything in terms of material comforts, and there was not a girl I couldn’t pull in a bar. But I found that I could not stop thinking of Leona and that I stayed at home fretting and looking at shemales and ladyboys on the internet. I had Leona’s number but was terrified of calling her in case she was working and I disturbed her.

I just wanted her to be back and worried that she may not want to see me again. My cock was perpetually hard and leaking pre-cum. Luckily I run my own business and have an honest manager. I put him in charge of things and took the week off. After much introspection, I had the brilliant idea of visiting the bar where I had first met Leona. So one evening I got dressed and ready to go out, but as I was about to leave, a niggling thought that had been at the back of my head came up right in front of me. If it wasn’t Leona, it would not be the same. It had to be Leona, I wanted to re-create my first time with her.

I stayed home that night and hit the bottle, and once I was fairly drunk, I decided to throw caution to the wind and to call her. Her cell was ringing:
“Hello?”
“Um, baby, its Jake…”
“Jake! How sweet of you to call! How are you, lover?”
“Fine, how are you?”
“Baby, you’re slurring, have you been out partying, meeting lots of lovely girls?” Her voice was teasing me.
“Er … no… actually I’m at home..”
“Oh you darling boy! Say! Are you missing me?”
“Errrr… when are you coming back. I miss you.”
“Oh dear … my darling, I’m sorry. We’re going to stay two weeks more. It’s off-season and we’ve got the location cheap and the producer wants to finish off a few more movies …”
“Damn!”
“Poor baby…”
Silence from my side, I was crushed. TWO more weeks without Leona. I would prefer to castrate myself!
“Listen baby! I have a bright idea! Why don’t you come and visit me? The girls would love to meet you!”
“You mean I can visit you? Won’t anybody object?”
“Certainly not, as long as you don’t get in the way of my work or behave like a jealous husband.”
“I promise baby, I won’t. Can I come right away?”
“Oh yes!!!”

And so it came to pass. I handed over charge to my manager, Pete, got my agent to get the first available tickets to the Bahamas and was soon on my way. This was an opportunity of a lifetime, and I was not going to miss it.

I knew that Leona was a porn star, or adult entertainer if you will, and that they were in the Bahamas shooting porn. For instance, I knew that she would be fucking men and women, and perhaps other shemales in the Bahamas, but I was only interested about when she would be back and whether she would want to see me again. I did not feel any of the typical male jealousy. Meeting Leona had somehow liberated me from the uglier human emotions, that of possession and ownership. Or was it that a transsexual was herself not possessive and that liberated the partner? Perhaps this is why some men were drawn so inexorably to the third sex. And in any event, the human race is not biologically monogamous.

Several hours later I was at Nassau airport and once through immigration my eyes hungrily scanned the crowd for her, and there she was, as stunning as ever. She was dressed in a skirt that barely concealed that magnificent ass. We immediately wrapped our arms around each other. I had a raging hard-on and so did she, and our hips seemed to have forged themselves to each other. Only when I did see some people starting to stare did I disengage.

We were soon in a private cab heading to the secluded beach location hired by the production company and Leona was all over me. I frantically indicated the driver, but Leona said, “Relax honey, he’s worked with us many times.” We made out in the car massaging our cocks under our clothes and kissing deeply. I was in a state of schoolboy excitement and ready to explode when we thankfully pulled up at a very pretty colonial-style bungalow.

I was plied with fresh fruit juice and introduced to the cast, a bunch of gorgeous shemales. There was Hilda, who seemed Brazilian, Jamie, a black American with the cutest smile, a tall white American called Mandy, and another black American called Veronika. Each was more beautiful than the other. The only woman present was Lucia, the maid, and she was suspiciously beautiful; black, tall, slim, with long, straight black hair, and a drop-dead gorgeous face. The crew were at a hotel in Nassau.

I stood there, my tongue hanging out with ill-concealed lust when Leona cut in, “Honey, which of them do you like?” I turned bright-red with embarrassment as the girls tittered, and to add to my discomfiture Leona began caressing my cock. She then, thankfully, dragged me into our bedroom. Our clothes were off in a second and we were locked in a 69. I guess she has lusted for my cock almost as much as I had lusted for hers.

When we had come, we lay in each others arms just content to be there with each other.
“So tell me darling, which of them do you like?”
“I like you,” I mumbled.
“Oh darling, don’t be like that. I’m not sexually jealous, I want you to have fun. You’re not the possessive type are you?” She looked worried.
“Er no, it’s just that I’m new to this.”
“Don’t worry darling, so tell me who you liked?’ a mischevious grin on her face.
“I liked all of them,” I said, turning bright-red.
“You dirty boy, I bet you’ve been surfing shemale porn.”
Bright-red again.
“I knew it the moment I met you.”
“How?”
“Can’t say, just think of it as a special talent exclusive to shemales. Lust for shemale cock?” Again that playful smirk.
“Er, I guess you could call it that.” I was beginning to relax.
“Good, because I have something planned for you.”
“A shemale orgy?” I was only half-joking.
“Perhaps… if you are a good boy.