1. Trust


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

    the crust that goes over the top and makes it look sort of like a loaf. She raised an eyebrow, and giggled. &#034Oh?&#034 she said, and relaxed somewhat. &#034Well, first the pizza, by all means.&#034 I'd also even carefully plotted out a course of inconsequential, but amusing chatter. The jokes fell kind of flat, but otherwise it went pretty well. A nice wine with dinner, and I tried to urge a lot on her. That was mistake number one -- number two, if you count the kiss. The way I tried to encourage her to drink was by drinking a fair amount myself. I don't much like wine, and it goes to my head pretty fast. A sweet, but inconsequential dessert (the fruits of my cooking lessons), and dinner came to an end, with me coming on as strongly male as I could. &#034Well,&#034 she said, laying down her fork. &#034Do we do the dishes, or shall we adjourn for... what comes after pizza?&#034 Slightly light-headed, I beamed at her, convinced that everything was working like a charm, and she'd love me for my masculinity. I stood, extending a hand, and answered, &#034Let us... adjourn.&#034 I e****ted her, with pomp and ceremony, into the bedroom. Her overnight case was already there. She started for it, and I stopped her. And, well, things went rapidly downhill from there. I bungled another kiss, from which she escaped, this time with an angry shake of her head. Tough Guy decided to cut to the chase. So I grabbed her, and fought her over to the bed. Yes, fought her; she was resisting quite ...
    strongly. That was confusing at first, but after one &#034Lee, stop it!&#034 her forehead puckered, and then she fought me in silence, a slight smile coming over her lips. That was encouraging. Well, I was stronger than her. I got her, finally turned over my lap. But that didn't stop her struggles, and I had barely managed to start working her skirt up, when, with a lurch, she broke partway free and half-pinned me to the bed. Okay, said Tough Guy, go for it! We wrestled, and she finally started speaking again. &#034Lee, dammit, stop it! You're stronger than me, I can't *do* it this way. Stop it, Lee!&#034 By that time, though, I had her skirt mostly out of the way. I'd gotten her arms pinned over her head, holding her wrists with one hand and part of my weight, while she bucked and twisted quite realistically underneath me. Quite realistically. Yeah. Quite. I fumbled my belt and my fly open, and started to lower myself onto her, with the agonizing slowness that she used on me to such effect. Her eyes suddenly grew wide, as I tried to project power, power, maleness, and as my lips descended, ready for that first sweet, submissive kiss, she suddenly stopped struggling. And turned her head aside, at the last moment. &#034Lee,&#034 she said, tensely, &#034if you **** me, I will never forgive you. I will *never* speak to you again. I *swear* it!&#034 Oops. Tough Guy started to tell me &#034Hey, it's a **** fantasy. She wants, it really! I'll show you.&#034 But some of the rest of ...
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