1. Trust


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    garage. I had a bit of a shock; it was right next to where she worked. I'd been there once. She turned to look at me, and her eyes were burning like coals. &#034Do you want to fuck here, or in my office, sweetie?&#034 &#034Nancy!&#034 I guess I'm easily shocked. &#034I have to get back to school!&#034 &#034Well, I'll let you get away with a quickie, then. Here in the car?&#034 &#034Somebody'll *see* us!&#034 She chuckled. &#034The office it is. Better put some panties on, though, or you'll stick out.&#034 She wasn't an easy person to be with when she had moods like this. I scrambled into my panties -- the ones I'd been wearing in the morning, not the new ones -- and followed her, stumbling a bit, and protesting in whispers. Once we were on the elevator in her building, though, we were committed. I shut up. She *goosed* me. And then went through my purse and found my lipstick and compact. I was still fixing it, staring in the little mirror, as she guided me by the elbow through her office. &#034Hey, Nance! Who's the cutie?&#034 I broke out in a sweat and concentrated some more, then looked up to flash a nervous smile. Jimmy the Freak. My pet name for him. A translator. He looked like a linebacker. &#034You remember Lee?&#034 Nancy said. My heart stopped. &#034This is his s****r. She's visiting, but she might move here.&#034 One painful beat, as it started back up, and then another. I didn't dare look up. &#034Shy, isn't she?&#034 Jimmy commented. &#034Listen, sweetheart, if ...
    that b*****r of yours doesn't show you around, you just come to me. Jimmy knows *all* the best places. Ask Nance, here. That's me, Jimmy,&#034 he finished, and thumped himself on the chest. What was I supposed to do? I smiled -- and probably looked like a frightened rabbit -- and whispered &#034Thank you,&#034 barely audibly. &#034Any time!&#034 he called heartily after me. &#034You just give me a call! Nance has my number!&#034 And then, thankfully, the door closed behind us. Terror appears to be an aphrodisiac. As soon as the door closed, Nancy was all over me. She had been wearing pants, and didn't bother getting out of them, before her lips fastened to mine. Since we were both in heels (I was wearing one of my two new pairs), she was shorter than me, and didn't like it; she had her hands under my skirt and was pushing me down by my hips. I started to kneel, but the heels tripped me, and I slipped instead. Landed on my butt. I was on my back a moment later, though, with Nancy on top, deep-kissing me like she meant business, and her hips straddling mine. She finished pushing my skirt up, and then paused long enough to unbutton her pants and slide them down to her knees. That frustrated her; she couldn't spread her legs. It didn't stop her, though. She pushed her hips, hungrily, against one of my thighs, gasped into my mouth, and then wiggled. She was between *my* legs! The perfect position reversal, and for some reason, incredibly arousing. Especially since she was dripping ...
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