1. Bernadette's Initiation


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    Gingerly I put my hand on his leg, under his raincoat. He took it, gave it a little squeeze, and guided it into his open fly. I'd never felt another man's cock before but it was rock hard so I clasped it and started to wank him off while keeping my movements subtle in the hope that the other passengers wouldn't notice. Doing this in public to a complete stranger made me feel like the tarty girl I seemed to be becoming. Ignoring the glances from the other passengers he continued to fondle my leg, squeezing it as his excitement grew. Suddenly I felt him cum, his cock pulsing in my hand. Moments later he walked away with a brief backward leer treating me like the cheap slut I was. The train slowed for my destination. &#034You might like to know. He wasn't a player. Just a passer-by.&#034 Outside on the street I took orders to walk to a nearby cinema and sit in the back row of the stalls. The lights were up. The film was to be a comedy, but evidently not a popular one so early in the afternoon as the auditorium was almost empty. Obediently I sat in the back row, choosing the seat next to the aisle. As I smoothed my dress a lone man in the middle of the row glanced briefly across before looking back to the screen. &#034Get up and sit next to that guy!&#034 Mike commanded. This was too much. The man was large and heavily built, probably in his late thirties, a tough looking customer in hooded top and jeans. I wasn't at all sure he'd welcome a tranny sitting next to him. But my ...
    hesitation earned me another warning shock big enough to make me wince. I stood up, shuffled along the row, and sat down next to him. To my relief he moved slightly to the far side of his seat. He just wanted to watch the movie. I was in the clear this time. The lights went down. I was just starting to get complacent, even ignoring the pressure of the butt plug and beginning to enjoy the film, when the order came. &#034Put your hand on his knee.&#034 This was going too far, I thought. It could earn me a beating. I started to entertain thoughts of making a run for it when another shock came. The guy surely must have noticed me flinch. Screwing my eyes shut I put my hand on his knee, as gently as possible. Still he ignored me. &#034Slowly move your hand up his leg, turn to face him and smile.&#034 As I complied my trembling was surely apparent. &#034Come with me!&#034 the man commanded, in an unpleasant voice. Grabbing my hand he pulled me out of the cinema and into the street, thronged with Saturday shoppers. Despite my heels he towered over me: I'm of slender build and five foot seven. He was well over six foot and built like a rugby forward. The grip on my hand was strong: not the gesture of affection it appeared to onlookers but one of control by f***e. He led me off the busy street and down a narrow deserted alley. Disused and derelict mill buildings loomed above us and I was certain I was in for a beating. Mike had been silent since this man took control and I wondered if ...
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