1. The Covert Operative


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Interracial Sex, Shemales, Author: faggyboi, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    “I love fucking your faggot asshole,” the tall, slender career military man announced in French. “I love that big African dick,” screamed the toned effeminate bottom. “Take it, slut!” “Yes sir! Fuck me good. Fuck me like a girl.” “You are a girl. My girl. Ohhhh, baby!” “Yes, daddy! I’m your sissy girl. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard.” “Bitch,” he roared. “This ass is all mine.” “Oh yes sir!” Colonel Rodolfo Urikob slammed his generous ten inch dick into his pussyboi’s asshole. The sweat from his forehead streamed onto the smooth caramel-skinned boy. He plowed feverishly nearing ejaculation. “I am going to breed you,” he belted. The head of the Nazirian Secret Police Service threw all of his weight into his strokes. He grunted while gripping the firm yet pliable butt cheeks of his sissy bottom. “Ahhhhhh,” he wailed. “Ahhhhhh fuck!” His dick shot forth a hefty stream of cum inside the French national’s anus. “Ohhhhh, Colonel,” cried Stephane. “Yes, boy! You are such a good little fuck slut.” “I love you, sir!” “You better, faggot. I love you too,” the handsome government official said. “Wow,” exclaimed Stephane as Rodolfo collapsed on top of him. The pair of lovers fell asl**p spooning. Three hours later, the alarm clock’s hissing pierced the silence. The colonel arose quickly and his stiff morning wood beckoned him to pluck his delicate flower of a pussyboi once more. He gyrated working his meat into Stephane. The tight anus resisted slightly, but the colonel pushed harder. His ...
    long fat dick popped inside and Stephane howled. He fucked his sexy sissy for the next thirteen minutes until he came. “You’re the best,” Stephane hollered. Rodolfo made his way to wash up in the bathroom. He put on his uniform and kissed the half-awake Stephane. “I will see you tonight at the palace,” he declared. “I want to fuck you in the President’s office while everyone else is drinking and dancing.” “Yes, sir,” Stephane grinned meekly. Stephane awakened from his slumber at 6:04 a.m. He opened the curtains to let in the majestic golden sunlight. As he exited the bedroom of his small apartment in the heart of downtown Oshikoto, he yawned. He showered then dressed in a grey slim-fit suit with a pink Modena dress shirt and red patterned tie. He slid his feet into a pair of black suede Studio Ink lace less Oxford-style dress shoes. He grabbed his brown leather messenger bag from the closet. He checked his Taurus .357 revolver to make sure that it was loaded. Fully satisfied, he took a swig from a bottle of water and exited the flat. The Program Coordinator at L’eau Saine, a clean drinking water nonprofit, strode down the sidewalk to the neighborhood coffee shop and ordered his customary mocha latte. He sat at a table facing the street and saw a bright blue sign on a light pole advertising babysitting services. He thanked the waitress for delivering his beverage and ran through his mind what the sign meant. He knew the color was a signal of importance, but the day of week made ...
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