Trent had been hitting on me for months. He was certainly aware that I prefer girls, but convinced I would find him irresistible … at least that I would find his cock irresistible! Typical guy, always thinking with his cock. To his way of thinking, a lesbian is really just a girl who hasn’t really been fucked by a big enough, beautiful enough cock. “You just need to get fucked!” he would insist. But I do get fucked … all the time. By girls. With strap-ons. Sometimes even with strap-ons made from real cocks!

So I never have really felt a strong need to date guys when there are so many hot girls going bi or lez today. And who wouldn’t rather lick a beautiful pussy all night? So many girls are in to girls today that I feel like I would be missing something if I diverted time to any ordinary guy. For a guy to get with me, he better be really well hung. And … he better be willing to really give it to me. Fuck me like a bull. My girlfriends are fabulous at fucking me with some incredible strap-ons that never, ever go soft. So my standards for a guy a super high. Huge cock. Pounding sex.

So the other day Trent stopped by as I was laying out, getting a tan in my almost invisible “Sublime” bikini. He asked what I was doing for the weekend. “Let’s go out to a club and dance. Would you be in to that Friday night?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that. Where do you want to go?” I asked.

“I dunno … there’s The Metro downtown. Really good dance floor. Great sound system. I love the music they play. Or have you been to Alpha Omega? It’s new and really cool. All the beautiful people go there. And there’s Melanie’s on the west side.”

“Melanie’s is just for girls!” I informed him. “You have to be a girl, 16 and older to get in. No way can you get in there. I don’t care how nice you think your cock is!”

“Oh, come on. I hear they let guys in sometimes. I’d love to see that place. I’ve never been in a lesbian club before.”

Guys are always begging to get into lesbian bars and clubs. But what’s the point in having a girls-only establishment if you let in guys too? I love Melanie’s. It really attracts a hot crowd. It’s amazing to go on a Friday or Saturday night and see hundreds of really hot girls, from sixteen year olds just out for a thrill to college girls and young professional women, all dancing and hanging out together. Most of the girls there are bi, a lot are lesbian. But lots of straight girls come and revel in the no-boys-allowed environment. Naturally, even the straightest girls succumb and wind up kissing and dancing with other girls. It’s not unusual for a first time visitor to celebrate her sixteenth birthday at Melanie’s and actually experience her first girl-girl sex right there in the club. What better way to turn sixteen than to get naked on the dance floor with a hundred hot girls and taste your first pussy while your friends cheer you on?

“No,” I told Trent. “I think Melanie’s is not in the plans for our night out. But … how about … The Meat Market? We could go there! Lot’s of lesbians at The Meat Market. What do you think? Are you man enough to play in the big leagues?”

Trent paused to think about that. I think he knew about The Meat Market and the kinds of extreme fun that goes on there.

“Hmmm … you know, I’ve always wondered what that would be like. I have friends that have gone, but I never seem to be able to go along too. Always have other plans. What would we do there? Mostly dance?”

“Oh, yeah, dance, meet up with some friends, and maybe catch a live stage show. You know they often have these really edgy performance artists that put on these totally wild shows.  But you have to be pretty open minded. And maybe willing to participate. They love to get people from the audience involved. Are you … open minded, Trent?”

“Well, sure … I mean for you, anything. I’m sure I would love what ever they have going on.”

“If they needed a volunteer from the audience, would you raise your hand?”

“Well, yeah, I guess. Volunteer for what?”

“Who knows? I volunteered one time to be in an all-girl ‘Taco Eating’ contest.”

“You competed in a Taco Eating contest? How is that ‘edgy’?” Trent wondered.

“Use your imagination! The way it worked was four girls volunteered to be the ‘taco’. They were positioned side by side with their backs to the audience, then layed back, their legs spread completely wide apart. Each had already removed her panties, or never had any on in the first place. THEN, four girls, including me, were lined up, each of us facing the audience, with a girl’s spread open ‘taco’ in front of us. The girls had pillows under their asses to raise their cunts up in the air nice and high so everyone could see. When the Emcee said ‘go!’, we each went down on the girl in front of us! First girl to get her partner’s pussy, or rather ‘taco’, to cum wins!”

“Are you serious? You competed in a cunt eating contest on stage in front of a whole audience?” Trent was clearly aroused. His cock was beginning to display just how impressive it really is.

“Yes! And it was really hot. Seeing and hearing girls and guys cheering for me was a huge turn on. And knowing they are lusting for me as I run my tongue through wet, pink pussy lips, sucking those lips into my mouth, teasing my girl’s  clit, tongue-fucking her cunt as deeply as I can, eating that cunt with all my lust and passion … well, don’t be surprised when I tell you I won that night!”

Trent looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Completely stunned, paralyzed by sexual shock. And his cock was now trying to tear its way through the front of his pants.

“You know Trent, once I saw a blow job show. Really sexy! They needed a guy to provide a big enough dick so that people far from the stage could see the blow job. Are you bold enough to let someone blow you on stage?”

“Y-yeah, yeah! I’d do that!” he stammered, gulping down his inability to speak.

“Hmmm, how did I guess that? Well good. That’s an example of how you could get involved. It could be almost anything. Sometimes it’s extreme, other times kinda tame.”

“What is so extreme about that? A blow job? That’s pretty hot, but I wouldn’t call it extreme.”

“Well,” I said, “maybe they need a volunteer to give the blow job. Usually girls coax their boyfriends into volunteering. Or a girl might just volunteer her boyfriend without even asking him. The audience loves that! Would you volunteer for that? I know that’s really big with most girls. Girls LOVE seeing a guy suck cock on stage. Maybe you will let me volunteer you for a blow job contest and you can suck the biggest cock they can get up on the stage. Would you do that for me?”

Trent was looking sorry he had wanted to go out with me so badly. He was hoping to see lots of lesbians and maybe win a few back over with his monster cock. Now I’ve got him seriously considering being the eye candy in a male blow job show. Would he say yes?

“Well, would you?” I teased. “It really would be hot. And maybe a great way to lead into a really extreme performance!”

“More extreme than me blowing another guy on stage in front of a club full of girls? What could be more extreme?”

“Well, the big thing now is a live penectomy show.” I answered. This was really more of a dare than anything else.

“A WHAT?”

“A live penectomy show! You let a girl cut off your totally hard cock, very slowly, while the whole audience watches. It is then added to the club’s collection. Or to the girl’s collection. Either way, it is a super hot show, and girls literally fight to be in front. You want to win over really hot girls, even lesbians? Volunteer for a live penectomy show and you won’t know what to do with all the girls that will be banging down your door!”

Trent looked completely stunned. But he couldn’t hide his interest. His cock had gone from hard to throbbing. It begged to be released.

“Is that a yes?”

“I dunno. That really is pretty extreme. Would I really lose my cock, or is it really a bunch of special effects?” Trent asked, sounding half nervous, half turned on.

“No, it’s completely real. Penectomies are really no different that pierced ears, or pierced clits for that matter. It’s just a body mod. And really popular right now. Girls love it when guys get de-cocked! It’s really sexy. Huge turn on!”

“But don’t girls want a guy with a cock?”

“No silly. Girls want girls, sexually. Girls today are mostly lesbian or bi. They want pussy! But that’s for sex. Most girls that want romance picture a guy taking them to dinner, buying them lots of cloths, sending them flowers at work. But when a girl is horny, she’s checkin’ out other girls and thinking about how to get another girl out of her panties.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Trent admitted. “So girls prefer girls when it comes to sex and partying, but guys for simple romance?”

“Exactly.”

 “So … when do you want to go to the Meat Market?” he asked, almost sheepishly.

“Mmmmmmm …. Well, they are planning some really hot live events for this Friday night. You ready? … I mean, are you really ready?”

He paused, but then said, almost shaking with lust, “Yes.”

“Trent,” I whispered as I leaned forward and toyed with the zipper on his pants. “let me pull out your cock … let me see this monster that has been threatening to rip through your pants and attack me for the last five minutes.”

Trent was silent, but his breathing was steadily getting husky and labored. I pulled down his zipper and reached in with my hand, immediately finding a large, firm prize. Grasping the shaft, I pulled that cock through his fly, causing it to almost pop up, the head hitting my chin.

“Ohhhhh, Trent! This IS a nice cock.” I stroked its length, letting the swelling, purple head rest against my bottom lip. “Mmmm … I love it. What a nice, big cock. And so hard!”

It was like steel. The shaft was hot, tanned and throbbing hard with a fat mushroom head turning a purplish blue, smooth and shiny … even velvety on my lips. I let my lips graze over that wonderful cock head, slipping in between my lips, softly sucking for just a second, then running my lips down the shaft. All 13 inches of thick, firm shaft. What a beautiful specimen. What a perfect trophy. Trent would be much hotter if he let me remove this cock for him. And it would really be cool in my living room on a shelf, preserved as a Trophy Cock!

“Can I taste it?” I whispered.

“Oh, yeah …” he encouraged.

I slide the head past my wet lips, to the back of my throat, then relaxing my throat, all the way down, until my lips reached the base of his cock. I began a slow, steady, sensuous rhythm, bobbing my head up and down, sliding my lips up and down that shaft, feeling the head swelling in my throat as I sucked that cock with all my lust and passion.

“Oh that’s good!” he gasped.

I kept blowing him, loving the feeling of such a huge and perfect cock buried down my throat, imagining how it would look detached, still erect, as a permanent reminder of what a horse-cock stud Trent is … or was!

“Do you like the idea of being blown in front of an audience?”

“Yeah … I can do that.”

“Do you think you could give a blow job in front of an audience?”

“…uh … I guess so …”

“Do you think it would be okay,” I whispered, his cock head resting against my lips, “if I removed your big, hard cock, live on stage, in front of an audience? Would you let me slowly cut it off as hundreds of girls watch?”

“ … well … I, uh … “

“Say yes … tell me I can take this big, thick, throbbing hard cock and remove it, right at the base. Tell me you will volunteer at The Meat Market to let me lay your cock, fully erect, on a cutting board and slice it off, slowly, right at the very base, while the audience watches … c’mon … say yes!”

“… yes … “

NEXT: The Meat Market   Part II,     ... cumming VERY soon!