1. Bobbi


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

    you.&#034 I was baiting him a little, but it was not completely a lie. I wondered what I would have to do to be the sort of &#034friend&#034 he wanted. Paul crossed the room, and sat on the edge of the desk in front of me. &#034I have a friend,&#034 he said, &#034who needs some models for a line of coats. Have you ever thought of modeling?&#034 He leaned closer to me, and continued, &#034I could see that you get one of the jobs, part-time of course, if you were my friend, and we wouldn't even think of it as moonlighting.&#034 He touched my cheek with the side of his index finger, and leered at me. Paul ran his finger along my chin in a very provocative way. I was getting the idea of what he meant about our being friends. I looked into his eyes. There was no malice in them. He was living a fantasy, and I was it. He did not want to hurt me. All he really wanted out of this was a mistress for a little fun away from his wife, and he was willing to help me in return. The offer of a real modeling job was tempting. I decided to play along. &#034What's the deal?&#034 I asked with my prettiest smile. Paul stood up, and explained. &#034I enjoyed being with you on Saturday night. I thought that maybe, if I helped you, we could have some more, err... fun together once in a while. The job offer is real. It's yours if you want it. Are we friends?&#034 I stood to face him. I liked the idea of being a sort of &#034kept woman&#034 a lot. I put my arms around his neck, and kissed him. ...
    &#034We're friends,&#034 I whispered in his ear. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and we kissed again, and allowed our tongues to meet in the process. Paul could kiss very well indeed! &#034Do you want me now?&#034 I asked. &#034Yes!&#034 he answered with a quaver in his voice. Now it was his turn to be nervous. &#034Lock the door,&#034 I said. &#034We don't want any interruptions, do we?&#034 Paul went to the door, and quietly locked it. I pulled my sweater over my head, and slipped out of my jeans. When he turned around I was standing by the sofa in just my camisole and panties. His eyes got very big when he looked at me. &#034We don't have enough time for much more than happened on Saturday night, but we'll have more time some evening later this week. Why don't you sit down here where you'll be more comfortable?&#034 Paul walked over, and kissed me again. Our tongues fenced for a moment as we tasted each other's feelings. Then he sat on the sofa, and looked up at me. &#034You really are a very beautiful woman in or out of your clothes.&#034 He was sincere in what he was saying. Paul did not, as I found out as time went on, consider himself Gay. He never thought of any man as a sexual partner unless that man was wearing a dress. It was a little lie that he told himself to keep his psyche together, and his machismo intact. It hurt no one. If he wanted me to be all the woman I could be for him, that was just fine with me. I rather liked the idea of being his mistress. I dropped ...
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