The Terrace View Apartments Part 3

Standing alone on the street outside the Terrace View Apartment complex, I found myself shaking uncontrollably with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Physical exhaustion probably had a lot to do with my nerves as well. After all, I’d only begun what I had hoped would be a new life a few days earlier-and I’d already enjoyed more sexual adventure in those few short days than I had in my previous several years.

All the sex had been fantastic, but I wasn’t used to so much activity, nor the constant state of sexual arousal that I’d been in ever since I left Kansas City. I smiled as I remembered Danielle, and the butt plug that she’d erotically snaked into my ass before I started my long drive to Houston. I recalled Earl, and a shiver ran down my spine as I thought about all the erotic sights that he could show me. And of course, I thought about Bobby and Candy-how could I not? My muscles still carried the pleasant ache of being boxed up all day as their personal oral sex machine.

My cock stirred again as I recalled that in the past few days I’d not only met and had sex with my first shemale, but I’d sucked her cock as well. And that was just the beginning. I’d probably sucked twenty cocks in the past few days, something unthinkable just a week ago, and had enjoyed each and every one of them. I had even started to dream about big throbbing penises that shot loads of thick cum down my waiting throat and into my clenching ass.

As I reflected on my erotic dreams and real-life experiences, my own penis strained to slip free from the silky panties that I was wearing underneath my pants. I mindlessly started to rub myself right there on the street. The silk felt so good against my now fully erect cock, and I resolved to never go back to boxer shorts again.

That’s when it hit me. I suddenly knew why I was so nervous about the Terrace View Apartments. I was going to be living at a place where, according to rumors, (which I now completely believed) I would soon have access to as many shemale slaves as I could shake my dick at. It was a fantasy come true, and certainly a fitting way start off this new life of mine. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I suspected that I might enjoy being the shemale slut more than the slut master.