Unfinished Gibberish

Story by Senshi

There's no plot, character development, or passionate moments to this at all. Just something I wrote a few weeks back to see if I could write without using too many dialogue tags in exchange for character action. I also wanted to see how descriptive I could be in a story. I have mixed feelings about it.

It is over 3200 words, which is eight pages long I think. It ends near the apex of the action. Not likely I'll complete it.

Unfinished, Unedited, Gibberish

Rated XXX For - Strong Sexual Content, Adult Language

Story Tags Are - Oral, Trans

(c) 2010 Senshi. If I see you stealing this story, Satan will rain down your throat with hot acid and dissolve your testicles and turn your guts into snakes. This story is copyrighted by Senshi. If I find you've attempted to claim it, I will break into your house and tear your wife in half.

Kendra opened the door to Tiffany's bathroom and stood in the doorway. She grasped the room's threshold with both hands, leaned forward, and carefully examined the interior. She wouldn't step into any bathroom that didn't meet her approval. But Tiffany's bathroom was compact and simple.

Its walls were painted eggshell white, the floor was checkered with black and grey diamond-patterned tiles, and numerous framed portraits of cock-in-hand, masturbating ebony trannies hung from any available location.

The photographed, well-hung and shapely 'sistahs' were all models from Tiffany's adult entertainment company, "Jakk N' Jizz Productions", which specialized in pre-op transwoman-on-woman pornography.

Kendra stepped inside Tiffany's bathroom after determining it was clean enough for her occupation then turned and shut the door. She then approached the toilet, slammed the lid down, and sat atop it. Kendra turned her head and examined the largest portrait in the room to her left -- an athletically built, light-skinned brunette woman had her painted black lips wrapped around the ten-inch mahogany dick of a eyes-fastened-shut, open-mouthed transwoman.

The regular woman was Tiffany Tyler during her day as a leading lady, and the other was Sasha Hutchins, the current face of Tiffany's burgeoning tranny production.

It was Sasha who had introduced Kendra to Tiffany shortly after their independant suck-and-fuck session on Redtube. Tiffany scheduled an audition with Kendra at her aparment since she preferred to evaluate potential starlets personally.

Tiffany requested Kendra shower before their meeting. All hopefuls must be 'neat, well-endowed, endurant, and attractive,' Tiffany informed her.

Kendra was obviously neat. She was dressed in a perfectly pressed lime-green shirt that exposed her toned midsection, skin-tight acid-washed black jeans, and unworn black and green Converse sneakers.

Her cock aroused at nine inches even -- and Kendra was capable of sustaining it for hours if desired without drugs.

And Kendra wasn't just beautiful -- she was damned sexy.

Kendra's silken raven hair hung freely down the small of her back, and her hazel eyes were acutely asiatic, and her complexion was a mixture of light honey and brown cinnamon. Kendra was tall and skinny but had voluptuous hips, and a generously round yet firm backside. And her breasts were plump enough to stretch the fabric of her tee and form mounds that begged to be tasted and caressed.

The bathroom door rattled once from a deliberate knock. Kendra hopped up and thrust a hand for the doorknob, but the bathroom door creaked and opened, and Tiffany slid through the crack and entered.

Kendra released the knob, took two steps backward, and then smiled at Tiffany.

Tiffany backed into the bathroom door to close it. "You don't look like you've showered, Miss Dean..." she tisk-tisked, tilted her head to the right, and ran her long decorated fingernails down Kendra's left arm to her wrist. Then she smiled and hooked Kendra's hand into hers and delicately moved with her toward the bathtub.

"I was admiring your decorations." Kendra pointed with her available hand in a rainbow motion overhead. "It is bold of you to hang them so candidly."

"My visitors are used to such things." Tiffany took back her hand then glanced around the room at her portraits, grinning at them. Her smile gradually faded and she looked back at Kendra. "You could be apart of my bathroom's scenary..." Tiffany wrapped an arm around Kendra's neck, turned with her, and then pointed to an empty space above a collection of potted plants using her other hand. She draped her chin ac

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