1. Cold flour


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    to look around to see who it was. I heard movement, the door closing, and the click of the lock. The next second the light went off. I heard myself moan in panic and the sound of my heart beat pounding in my ears, hardly being able to breath. I turned, but couldn’t see who it was, only the sound of his soft footsteps coming towards me, and the rasping sound of a zip. I wanted to run, but was too petrified to move, and run to where? I felt him stand close, then his hand touching my crotch, stroking it with rough fingers. His breath brushed my ear as he leaned closer. “Nice panties, bitch!” He whispered in a husky voice. Between the pounding of my heart and my gasping for breath, I couldn’t tell who it was. Someone from my office was all I knew, someone who now knew I was a panty-wearing sissy masquerading as a real man. I couldn’t help myself, between his man smell, the darkness, toilet smell and his hand squeezing my cock I started to get hard. I felt movement and knew he was playing with his cock, then he stopped and using both hands, he pushed the vest off and unbuttoned my shirt. I wanted to stop him, wanted to say don’t, but I couldn’t. He pushed the shirt off my shoulder and ran his hand over my body as the vest and shirt dropped to the floor. Without a word, he lifted my tee shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it onto the floor I suppose. I head him sigh and his fingers ran over my body again, feeling the bra through the teddy and down over my hips. Gripping the ...
    waste band of the panties he pulled them down and freeing my hardening cock. One hand returned to squeezing my cock, while the other return to jacking himself off, and I thought for a wild moment that would be enough. His hand wandered up my body until it rested on my shoulder and began to push downward. I let out a small sob, knowing what he wanted. I tried to tell myself not to do it, to refuse, but I couldn’t. Slowly I sank to my knees, tears of shame running down my face. He’d seen me, knew who I was. If I didn’t do this, I knew he’d tell everyone. My knee hit the damp, cold concrete floor and I could smell his manhood, right in front of my face. I sobbed again as he reached down, and using his thumb and forefinger squeezed my cheeks until my mouth opened. The moment it did, he pushed the head of his cock between my lips and into my mouth. “Suck it faggot!” Crying in shame, I started licking and sucking his big cock and it wasn’t long before he started gently pumping it in and out of my mouth. I shivered in disgust at the feel of his cock in my mouth, tasting it and the little shot of musky pre-cum that leaked from the tip. At first, he just stroked my hair, gradually moving his hand to the back of my head so he could push my head forward as he pushed his cock in and out of my mouth. Then he had both hands on my head, holding it tight, gradually speeding up his stokes and beginning to pant. “Suck it hard you disgusting little cock sucking faggot bitch!” Sobbing around his ...
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