1. 'Cycling' with Paul (Lycra)


    Date: 4/1/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: leotardlust, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    imagine her reaction if I'd have told her, darling this is Polly, she is a he and I've been riding his arse for two years, while we wore smelly, skintight leotards!' I smiled sweetly at this, slowly took the glass out of his hand, put mine to one side and linked my arms around his neck. 'I'd have loved to have been at your side, your hand on my arse. I'm so proud of you.' We kissed. I gently pulled away and smiled again, a smile of true devotion. I fished a hand down the back oh my knickers and took out a rolled up stocking. 'This has been up my arse all day,' I whispered. Paul beamed. I took the stocking and stretched it over his face, completely replacing his unattractive face with a glossy distorted expression. 'You look so fucking hot!' I hissed. Now I was all over him, kissing him more passionately than ever, his hands groping and stroking my arse, wandering up my skirt, giving my arse a right good fondling.I shoved him onto his back and thrust my tight knickered, nylon covered crotch onto his mouth and nose so he could sniff and gobble at my encased balls, while he cupped my arse. I bobbed up and down, calling out his name as he sniffed and sucked my crotch through his stockinged mask. 'You like that, Paul? You like that! Not only is the stocking you're wearing been up my shithole, but my tights and panties are so smelly!' This information must have meant something because his cock looked fucking enormous, bulging from his glimmery ...
    purple Lycra shorts. I turned round so he could have a right good sniff of my arse while I sucked his huge prick through the Lycra material. Oh my god! His cock was big, hard, fat and meaty. And it was in my mouth! My lipstick lips drew over his shaft as I wanked him vigorously into my mouth. Meanwhile I could feel the sensation of his nose pressed right against my encased shithole, probing, sniffing and fucking me! I then crawled to the floor, lay face down, looked over my shoulder and ordered him to ride the fucking shit out of my tightly knickered and pantyhosed arse. He didn't need telling again. He was on me, weighing me down, humping and moaning, grinding and panting. I bet his bobbing arse would look sexy on video, on top of mine, his giant maxi pad, bulging against his shimmery lycra shorts! He humped and humped and humped, as with just as much determination as him I encouraged him and told him I would do anything for him. I picked up the phone and dialled. 'Hi, Cliff. I want you now. Paul is just leaving.' 'But I don't understand, I thought it was just you and me!' said Paul. 'I know,' I giggled a little. 'Hi Cliff babe, you can come up now?' 'Who was that?' 'That was Cliff, I told him to wait across the road. If I was you, dear I'd be gone. He's very violent and jealous.' 'I left my wife for you.' 'I know,'I smiled. ' That's what makes this even more arousing. Now get the fuck out of my apartment, you fucking loser!' The doorbell rang.
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