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I was in shock, eager, and very aroused.
Making my way into the kitchen, my hands trembled so much; it made the cutlery rattle on the plates.
————— The staircase creaked in the stillness, my forceful chest pounded with intense anticipation and fretfulness.

I wanted this and feared this in equal measure.
I wanted to get laid very badly indeed and that provided the motive power for two shaky legs.
Granted, this was unconventional, yet, I found the magnetic pull of having sex with Grace irresistible.

Finding her bedroom empty, she called me into the bathroom.
Opening the door, I gasped.
Struggling to comprehend, I stared at her attire and she revelled in it.
Hands on hips, perfectly proportioned, her black lingerie melded effortlessly into her curves.

Every single teenage fantasy rumbled through my brain at once, mesh panties that showed her trimmed bush shemale tampa webcams, stockings, a lacy suspender belt, and a mesh bra that showed her nipples.
I froze and she approached me, her slight hand pressed on my chest.

Automatically, my eyes looked to her lips and my body braced for impact.
For a second I did not respond, and then instinct kicked in.
Actually, my instinct smashed its way in and took me hostage.
The kiss escalated, her uncompromising passion made my head swim.

The intensity rose until her grasp of my erection forced out a surprised yelp.
Under that kind of full frontal assault, it obliterated any frame of reference.
This situation went way beyond the reader’s letters in my stash of porno mags.
“Strip, slave.

” Blunt, direct, I surrendered, “Yes… yes, Mistress.
” The heat of the air embraced my nakedness and I felt a little embarrassed at my predicament.
Her eyes ablaze, they scanned me and lingered at the violent protuberance from my body.
“Fuck me, slave, that is a nice looking cock.

So thick.
The rest of you looks very delicious too, must be all that chasing a football around.
” I shrugged, my brain still jammed with the heavenly sight before me.
“Well slave, tonight, I’m after your balls and their contents.
Now, get in the bath.

” The taunting near misses of her touch were tortuous.
Senses overloaded, she admonished me repeatedly for trying to tell her how good it felt.
Soaped up, rinsed down, and erect for far too long, my heavy balls ached for relief.

Dried with a soft towel, her lips found mine again and drove me beyond the limits of what I could endure.
“You are trembling, slave.
You need this don’t you?” Want, need, I could debate that; I fell quickly on the side of need and nodded, “Yes, I need this.

” “Mistress?” “Yes, I need this, Mistress.
” Watching my reaction, I dared not deviate by eyes from hers.
The soft caress of her finger meandered down my chest.
She watched me intensely, “That’s so cute, slave.

” I had to bite my lip and felt so pent up with these powerful strong urges, I had only one recourse.
I groaned heavily, she liked that.
She stared at my penis again, not a glance, a full-on ogle of my equipment.
Looking at me, wide-eyed, she returned to inspecting my reaction.

Grasping me again, I squeezed my eyes shut so tightly, I saw colours behind my eyelids.
“Oh fuck… erm, Mistress.
” “Christ, slave, that is one very hard cock.
” She took my hand and I opened my eyes to see her devilish smile.
She pressed it to her clad sex.


Savouring my total surprise, it felt so hot and damp.
“Have you ever touched a cunt, slave?” I reeled hearing ‘that’ word and shook my head in a tight motion.
“Rub it then, slave, slowly.
” Whilst I did not need a map, it took me a while to work it out.

Grateful for my studiousness with the letters in those porno mags, I found it, that hard button.
I watched her eyelids flutter and a deep purr echoed off the bathroom tiles.
I lingered on it, toyed with it, and watched her intently.

How long for, I could not remember, long enough to watch her face soften with pleasure.
“Mmm, enough, slave.
” She removed my hand, “Now, it’s time to take your virginity.
Any time you want to stop, you say so, understand slave?” I gulped, “I… I want you.

Grace, erm, nude shower cams Mistress.
” Softly, she kissed my cheek, “Perfect.
” “Now, slave, down the stairs, we haven’t finished our meal.
” Naked, I took each step gingerly.

Holding the bannister, my fine motor skills abandoned me when she rubbed that foamy sponge around my cock and balls.
Pulling out a chair, Grace compelled me to sit.
It felt uncomfortable, my aching balls between my legs.

On her haunches, she pulled my knees open shemale with big cocks webcams and positioned my limbs.
At my ankles and wrists, the silken constraints did not make me flinch.
“Good, slave; I like how you accept your fate.

” I just wanted to fuck; I could not care less how she got off on this.
Reduced to a quivering wreck, the look on her face revelled in how I looked before her.
Rising before me, she bent forwards and stepped out of the flimsy fabric masquerading as underwear.

Reaching behind her back, she threw her bra on the table and revealed her breasts.
They looked bigger than they did clothed.
Broad on her petite frame, she enjoyed showing them to me.
“You want to touch these don’t you, slave?” “Y… yes,” my breathing was shot.


“Please me and you might.
” My arousal complained and throbbed through my perineum.
Watching intently, she sat on the edge of the table and splayed her slender thighs.

“You can’t take your eyes off it can you, slave?” I shook my head; the bare plump cushion of her vulva had a little tuft of hair on her pubic bone.
Her fine, glossy labial lips looked so inviting.
Looking up, an expression of guilt on my face, she nodded her head for me to look again.

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