1. Trust


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

    following Office Saturday. Quite casually, while we were having dinner, I asked, &#034Why don't you let me cook you a dinner at my house, sometime?&#034 She looked up at me, quizzically. Then... calculatingly? &#034Yes,&#034 she agreed, far faster than I thought would happen, &#034that might actually be a good idea.&#034 I'd expected resistance. *Lots* of resistance. She'd only visited my house *twice* after The pizza. I'd tried invitations a number of times, and she always made it clear that if she came in, she wouldn't stay. So I pushed my luck. &#034Tomorrow?&#034 I had everything already prepared, a special meal, new cologne, a very sharp outfit, and so forth. I'd even straightened the house up. I did most of the cleaning at Nancy's house, though, so I'd mostly given that a lick and a promise. She nodded, her eyes glinting. &#034Shall I plan on spending the night?&#034 she asked. Ka-thud. Yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, it's all working out so perfectly! I nodded, my own eyes gleaming their excitement back. I tried to hold back a bit that night, but she was very demanding. I finally decided that it was sort of a warmup, and responded as best I could -- and as much as I was allowed. I left in the morning, to make sure that everything was as perfect as I could manage. Musky, masculine cologne (my perfume was always something flowery; she'd bought me several varieties, and I tended to even wear it, very lightly, to school). No jewelry. Hair swept back, but not put up in any fashion. ...
    I couldn't grow hair on my face, underarms, or legs on such short notice, of course, but that was okay. Black pants, a black silk shirt, and a black leather belt. Black men's bikini briefs. We're looking to achieve a sense of power, here. She arrived carrying an overnight case, and dressed in the spectacular red dress again. I met her at the door, and kissed her inside, taking the initiative in the kiss for the first time in months. She was wearing her tallest heels, but since I had on boots, I still overtopped her, and could f***e her head back. It turned into more of a struggle than a kiss, and then she gave a sort of surrendering bend of the neck, and started to kiss me back sweetly. I felt my heart leap with exultation. Then she broke the kiss and slipped out of my arms. Very frustrating. &#034Mmm,&#034 she said, with a bright smile, &#034that smells good! What is it?&#034 Well, okay, Tough Guy said. We go to Phase Two. I smiled, and went to the oven. Yep, they were just getting finished. I lit the candles on the table, let her put her stuff down and look at my house in its changed, clean state, and then pulled out her chair for her. She hesitated, then smiled warmly and sat. I placed the salads, and got the main course out of the oven. As I put them on the table, to cool slightly while we ate the salad, I smiled as warmly and sexily as I could, and said, &#034It's a sort of pizza.&#034 I forget the name, now; it was one of those closed pizza dishes, one per person, with ...
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