1. Locked In Chastity – Sissy


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: JSissy206, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Amelia had trained her. She took Mark between her lips and moaned as her nostrils overflowed with his smell and her mouth was filled with hot, throbbing flesh, so much more impressive than the sad sissy clitty now bulging against its enclosure between Gina’s legs. Mark caressed Gina’s shoulders as she dreamily sucked away, her eyes closed and her hands clasping his buttocks. She responded immediately to Mark’s sighs and grunts, quickly learning the difference between a dildo (so boring and unimaginative) and a real man’s penis with a seeming will of its own, thrusting hotly and more enthusiastically into her mouth than any imitation ever could. Suddenly, he pulled out, hoisted her face down onto the bed, and grabbed a handful of her buttocks to spread her cheeks. Gina cried out in surprise and feeble protest. “Ohhh! Oh god! Mark, pl—aaaaaahhh!” she managed as he pushed deep into her welcoming, dildo-conditioned sissy hole. He made no reply besides his renewed moans of satisfaction, and in moments he was truly, rhythmically, deeply thrusting in and out of Gina, laying his smooth, solid chest against her back so that she could feel every ripple of his abdominal muscle, every shift of his ...
    powerful arms, and every throb of his heavenly cock. Her moans of pleasure mingled with sobs of shame and humiliation while Mark’s pace steadily increased. He closed his eyes and made one final push, sighing roughly while Gina’s moan trailed off with a whimper. He turned her over once more, his eyes showing tenderness, and he f***ed her lips right against his, passionately kissing his chaste and bewildered conquest. His fingers found Gina’s nipples and pinched just hard enough to make her squirm and let out a muffled pleasured sigh. She returned his kiss with gusto, wrapping one arm around his neck, dr****g herself across his chest, while the other arm drifted casually downwards to stroke him off. Any notion of unwillingness with Mark on her part was gone. Amelia had long since abandoned her giggling for staring at the spectacle of her husband’s homosexual throes with a mixture of curiosity and sadistic satisfaction. As she watched the two figures entwine, it became clear to her that John had totally lost himself in his new imprisoned identity as Gina; that Gina was here to stay, as long as Mark was, too; and that she should have indulged her domineering side with her would-be husband far, far sooner.
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