Story of my kinky prostate getting poked hard by a shemale

“Hi, I’m Krishna,” I’d say, a tall, fit guy with a round butt that turns heads. I love yoga and learned spiritual massage, meditation, and Tantra in India, mixing body and soul.

I’m bisexual, chasing every spot that feels good, with a spiritual spark in sex. My nipples are super erotic—when sucked, my cock gets hard instantly.

One steamy night, I saw “prostate” on a naughty site—it sounded hot. “What’s this?” I said, locking my door, heart racing. I dropped my shorts, my 6-inch cock half-hard. “Let’s try,”

I whispered, lying on a towel, nervous but excited. I squirted lotion on my fingers, and my tight hole, feeling it relaxed. My cock dripped.

I took a deep breath, and slid a finger in, feeling full. “There it is,” I said, finding a small bump. I rubbed it, and a wild jolt hit me. “Oh, damn!” I gasped, my cock squirting liquid, soaking the towel, pleasure so big my legs shook.

“This is crazy!” I moaned, loving it. I kept going, my skills grew in India. This made me want more, so I went to the UK for post-graduation in normal studies, building more wellness experiences with different people and exploring my bisexuality.

In the UK, sex shops and bold vibes got me hot. “This place is wild!” I grinned, teaching yoga part-time, my cock hungry for women’s curves and men’s power.

On a dating app, I met Zara, a 5’8” shemale with smooth caramel skin, long hair I wanted to pull, perky breasts, and a thick, 6-inch cock that made my mouth water.

“Krishna, ready to get nasty?” Zara texted, her winking emoji making my cock throb.
“When?” I asked, my jeans wet with precum.
“Saturday, my place, 8 PM,” she replied.
“Hell yeah!” I texted, buzzing with lust.

I got ready for her and went to Zara’s, where jasmine candles lit the room. She opened the door in a silk robe, eyes locked on my tight shirt and jeans hugging my butt.

“Krishna, you look yummy,” Zara purred, her robe slipping, showing her hard cock’s outline.
“You’re so sexy,” I groaned, stepping in.

“Sit, hottie,” she said, pouring juice on her sofa. Her fingers grazed my thigh, making my cock pulse. “Wanna get wild?” she whispered, her robe falling open, revealing her hard cock, a shiny drop of precum.

“Take me,” I begged, my cock straining as she led me to her bedroom, candles dancing.
“Look at this,” I said, her room dripping with sexy vibes. Zara dropped her robe, showing her glistening cock. I ripped off my shirt, my nipples hard, then my jeans, my cock springing free, precum dripping down my leg.

“Krishna, you’re a snack,” Zara teased, her nails scraping my chest, her lips closing on my nipple, sucking hard. My cock jumped, fully hard in a second, pleasure shooting through me.

“I’ll make you scream,” she whispered, kissing my neck, and leaving red marks. Her tongue swirled on my other nipple, teeth nipping, making my cock squirt a little, wetting her belly.

“Oh, Zara!” I gasped.
“Your moans are hot,” she teased, sucking my nipple again, my cock throbbing harder.
“More, please!” I begged, her jasmine scent driving me nuts.
“Hold on, baby,” she smirked, hands stroking my cock’s base. I slid a condom on her cock, rubbing lube.

“You’re ready,” she moaned. I smeared gel on my butt, my hole eager.
“Do me now,” I said, climbing on top, my cock leaking on her.
“Slow down, lover,” she said, her cock’s tip teasing my hole.
“Feels so good,” I moaned, sliding down, her cock stretching me, then hitting my prostate.

“So damn hot!” I groaned, rocking with her, each thrust sparking bliss.
“You’re so tight,” Zara moaned, slapping my butt, her lips back on my nipple, sucking deep. My cock hardened more, dripping wildly.

“Like paradise,” I panted, kissing her, our tongues wild.
“Harder?” she asked, eyes gleaming.
“Yes!” I cried, craving more.
“All for you,” she whispered, thrusting deep, her balls smacking my butt, her tongue flicking my nipple.

“I’m so wet,” I gasped, my cock drenching her. “Naughty boy,” she laughed, sucking my nipple, making me spill more.
“Let’s switch,” she said, putting me in doggy, my butt up. She added lube, sliding in, hitting my prostate, her fingers pinching my nipple.
“Yes, Zara!” I moaned, squirting, the bed soaked, my body on fire.
“You’re wide open,” she said, spanking me, her lips teasing my nipple from the side.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my cock dripping, pleasure flooding me.
“Almost there,” she groaned, speeding up.
“Me too!” I gasped, squirting till I was empty, my body shaking with ecstasy.

Zara moaned, her condom catching her load. We collapsed, sweaty, laughing, hearts racing.
“That was insane,” I panted, buzzing with joy.

“Round two?” Zara teased, licking my nipple, my cock twitching again.
“Anytime,” I grinned, my body alive.

Later, I texted Zara, “You’re my addiction.” Our chats were pure fire. “I’ve got a fantasy,” I said. “Banging a woman while you bang me, all of us lost in pleasure.”
“That’s hot,” Zara replied. “Lena’s perfect—curvy, wild. Next weekend?”
“I’m so hard,” I texted, cock throbbing.
I got ready for Zara and went to her place, candles glowing. Lena opened the door, a curvy goddess with glowing skin, bright eyes, and a tight dress showing her big breasts and hips.
“Krishna, let’s get crazy,” Lena said, hugging me, her breasts pressing close, her rose scent making me dizzy.
“I’m ready,” I said, my cock hard.
“Krishna’s got a dirty dream,” Zara winked, her silk shorts showing her hard cock.
“Show me,” Lena purred, leading us to the bedroom, candles flickering. Lena yanked off her dress, revealing lacy underwear, her breasts spilling out, nipples hard. Zara stripped, her thick cock shiny. I tore off my clothes, my nipples stiff, my cock dripping precum.
“You’re delicious,” Lena whispered, her lips near my ear, then on my nipple, sucking softly. My cock shot up, hard instantly, pleasure ripping through me.
“You’re both too much,” I groaned, kissing Lena’s sweet lips, then Zara’s hungry ones.
“Let’s wreck you,” Lena teased, her nails scratching my belly, Zara’s lips sucking my other nipple, my cock pulsing wildly.
“Do it,” I said, diving onto the bed, our bodies burning. “On your knees, Lena,” I said, her wet pussy ready. I knelt behind, sliding my cock into her tight, warm pussy, her moans loud. “Good?” I asked, thrusting deep.
“Oh, yes!” Lena gasped, her pussy gripping me. Zara lubed my hole, her hands on my hips. “Want me?” she asked, her condom-covered cock sliding into my butt, hitting my prostate, pleasure bursting. Our bodies synced—Lena’s hips perfect, my knees steady, Zara’s thrusts matching, sweat dripping.
“Krishna, more!” Lena moaned, her breasts bouncing, her juices coating my cock.
“So good,” I groaned, Zara’s cock like lightning, her lips on my nipple, my cock squirting into Lena.
“Take us,” Zara said, spanking me, her breasts grazing my back.
“Switch it up,” Lena said. “Lie down,” I told her. Lena lay back, pulling my cock into her pussy. I leaned forward, arms strong. “I’m ready,” I told Zara, who knelt behind, sliding into my butt, hitting my spot. Lena’s lips found my nipple, sucking hard, my cock throbbing. Zara’s hands gripped my hips, our rhythm perfect.
“You’re amazing,” Lena moaned, nails digging into my back.
“Feel everything,” Zara said, spanking me, her thrusts wild, her tongue flicking my nipple.
“Suck my breasts,” Lena begged. “Like this?” I asked, licking her nipple, tongue swirling, her screams loud.
“New position,” Zara said. “Stay there, Lena,” I said, kneeling to thrust into her pussy. Zara stood at the bed’s edge, her cock in my butt, her lips teasing my nipple. “Pull me in,” I told Lena, her hands on my butt, Zara’s slaps stinging.
“Harder!” Lena screamed, her pussy soaking.
“You’re ours,” Zara whispered, pounding faster, sucking my nipple.
“One more,” I said. Lena got on her knees, me behind, cock in her pussy. “Now, Zara,” I said her cock in my butt. The angle was tight, Zara’s cock hitting my prostate, Lena’s lips on my nipple, my cock squirting into Lena, pleasure crashing like waves.
“I’m cumming!” Lena screamed, her pussy pulsing.
“Me too,” Zara gasped, her condom full.
“Same!” I moaned, squirting, body shaking with ecstasy. We fell together, sweaty, laughing, the room thick with sex.
“That was unreal,” I panted, heart soaring.
“Again soon?” Lena asked, Zara’s fingers on my nipple, my cock twitching.
“Count me in,” I grinned, buzzing with bliss.

If anyone in India wants to try, email me @krishnarightnoww@gmail.com.