1. Cold flour


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

    cock with hot tears of shame running down my face I did, sucking his rock hard cock as it slipped in and out between my wet lips. I felt his cock swell in my mouth, and with a loud groan of pleasure, he shot his load into my mouth, filling it with his hot cum. I gagged and choked as it hit the back of my throat, but he didn’t stop, just kept fucking my mouth. In desperation I swallowed, and kept swallowing as more and more cum filled my mouth. With a last thrust, he stopped and I felt him shiver as he slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth. “Ummmm good.” He murmured, hearing the rasp as he zipped up his pants. Without another word and turned and walked across the toilet towards the strip of light coming in under the door. For a moment he stopped. “Hey bitch!’ He whispered loud enough for me to hear. I looked in his direction and caught the flash in my eyes. He’d taken a picture of me. I sobbed again and dropped my head as he opened the door and left, closing and locking the door behind him for which I was thankful, as I didn’t think I could move right then. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I turned, thinking to throw up in the bowl, but I didn’t. As disgusting as it was, I didn’t feel in the least bit sick. In the end I stood, pulling my pants up enough so I could go over and switch the light on. Checking to see if the door was locked, I dressed, rinsed my mouth out, washed and dried my face and hands and stood there looking myself in the mirror. I couldn’t look at myself for ...
    long, still feeling ashamed of myself. I’d just been used like a cheap faggot slut and I should have stopped him but didn’t. What made me blush ever more was the fact that throughout the whole ordeal I was as hard as a rock. Thankfully, he, whoever he was hadn’t seen that, not sure if that would have made a difference. What would I do now? Someone out there knew what I was and had a picture of me. Would he tell? Would he say something to anyone or show then the picture? I didn’t know. Combing my hair, I walked slowly back to my desk as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and continued my work. Even so, it was hard to concentrate, looking at the other guys in the office and wondering which one of them it was. The day progressed, depressing hour after hour. An orange juice lunch couldn’t get the taste of his cock and cum out of my mouth, no matter how much I tried. It was still there, at the back of my throat, a constant reminder of what I’d done. At three, I took a break and went outside to get a breath of fresh air, thinking it might help. It did for a moment, until I got back to my desk. Tucked under my nameplate was an envelope with my name on it and something bulky inside, and with trembling fingers I opened it. Inside was a simply note a picture and a lipstick. Checking to see no one was looking at me I opened the lipstick, sucking in my breath as I saw bright pink. The note was simply. ‘5:00 pm – bathroom – lipstick – lights off - be ready – or else’ There was no ...
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