Suprised by a Shemale
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So here we were, she was naked legs open eyes half closed, on the bed. We had spent ages with foreplay I had used my mouth, my tongue, my fingers, I had made her come, over and over... and if she was faking it... well she made a good job of it. Now I was about to take collection of the star prize in the raffle, the only prize I had ever really wanted. I had fantasised about this moment over and over....it was about to happen.
When I was licking her clit and gently touching her G spot with my middle finger, just lightly dragging it across her most sensitive internal spot, I felt the heat, I felt the molten liquid ooze copiously from her, and I saw and felt the beads of sweat. I definitely made her orgasm, I am sure.
I had been stiff as a bean pole all evening, just being with her. I absolutely luxuriated when she opened her mouth and I felt her welcome me into her facial orifice. And she submissively accommodated me as far as she could, and let me thrust in as often and hard as I wanted.
All my life I had desired her, since we were at school, at university and when we started work. And all these years she had rejected my advances. Not nicely in a ‘let’s be friends’ kind of way but a horrible took advantage of me, made light of me and taunted and abused my obsession with her kind of way.
She often humiliated me in public and yet, I remained obsessed with her. Everyone knew that. But I was never good enough for her, not tall enough, not good looking enough, not sporty enough, not enough money, nothing about me was good enough at all for her; nothing.
She often took advantage of my better nature, she would have me drive her across town to a party but not ask me to come in with her, I was sent home! Sometimes she would even call me to collect her at some unearthly hour when she couldn’t bum a lift.
And I did it in the vain hope she would see the light and see my qualities and fall for me.
My friends told me to let it go, forget her. They told me she made fun of me behind my back and boasted how I would do anything she wanted. She told them how she had no regard for me.
I knew all that but yet I remained obsessed.
Time passed, we drifted apart, she married and moved away.
I got on with my life but then one day she returned, down on her luck, no money and marriage failed.
Whilst that was happening to her I had done rather well for myself and was successful in business, she turned up on my doorstep.... needing help. She turned on the charm and all the old feelings flooded back but this time she was being nice and flirting I was happy to oblige. We had a date and then another and now on the infamous third I was invited into her place for coffee......
During the first two dates she told me how things had gone wrong for her with a bad marriage and then not being able to get a job that paid a decent wage. She had heard I was doing well and thought we might reacquaint ourselves as we had been ‘friends’ before. I liked the flattery and that she turned to me in times of trouble. She made it very clear, yet remained subtle, that she was available but wanted to be ‘looked after.’
I still desired her, it sounded a bargain.
She didn’t wait long to turn on the physical charm in her flat. We were soon embraced, kissing, petting, touching and then very intimate, and now here we were, her laying back, legs wide apart, her love tunnel wet and inviting, me stiffer than stiff and inches from her love hole.
I wanted so much to slide into her, to feel the pleasant warmth of her feminine charms around my aching manhood. She was reaching forward to guide me in.....
And as much as I wanted her, and had accepted her total submission and had dreamed so often of this very moment, all the horrible things she had done to me over the years, the insults the sneers the humiliations..... it all came flooding back.... and I knew that if I hadn’t got a few bob; I knew she would never have come to me. She was here because I was successful and could help her materially, that was all, I knew that.
But she was excessively sexy and I had worked hard for my money, wasn’t she a worthwhile prize for all my endeavours.
‘I don’t think so, I am not that stupid, I’m not that interested’
She was startled at what I said. I pulled away from her and put my clothes on and got out as quick as possible.
I did want her, and I did have to relieve myself, so to speak when I got home. But I did retain my self respect.
I only want women that want me for myself not the ones that think that all men can be manipulated with the fluttering of an eyelash.....
I was cured of my obsession with her, but I do confess that when I had my thing in her mouth, it was a very sweet moment, but she was not having a drop of my bodily fluids. No way.
When I was licking her clit and gently touching her G spot with my middle finger, just lightly dragging it across her most sensitive internal spot, I felt the heat, I felt the molten liquid ooze copiously from her, and I saw and felt the beads of sweat. I definitely made her orgasm, I am sure.
I had been stiff as a bean pole all evening, just being with her. I absolutely luxuriated when she opened her mouth and I felt her welcome me into her facial orifice. And she submissively accommodated me as far as she could, and let me thrust in as often and hard as I wanted.
All my life I had desired her, since we were at school, at university and when we started work. And all these years she had rejected my advances. Not nicely in a ‘let’s be friends’ kind of way but a horrible took advantage of me, made light of me and taunted and abused my obsession with her kind of way.
She often humiliated me in public and yet, I remained obsessed with her. Everyone knew that. But I was never good enough for her, not tall enough, not good looking enough, not sporty enough, not enough money, nothing about me was good enough at all for her; nothing.
She often took advantage of my better nature, she would have me drive her across town to a party but not ask me to come in with her, I was sent home! Sometimes she would even call me to collect her at some unearthly hour when she couldn’t bum a lift.
And I did it in the vain hope she would see the light and see my qualities and fall for me.
My friends told me to let it go, forget her. They told me she made fun of me behind my back and boasted how I would do anything she wanted. She told them how she had no regard for me.
I knew all that but yet I remained obsessed.
Time passed, we drifted apart, she married and moved away.
I got on with my life but then one day she returned, down on her luck, no money and marriage failed.
Whilst that was happening to her I had done rather well for myself and was successful in business, she turned up on my doorstep.... needing help. She turned on the charm and all the old feelings flooded back but this time she was being nice and flirting I was happy to oblige. We had a date and then another and now on the infamous third I was invited into her place for coffee......
During the first two dates she told me how things had gone wrong for her with a bad marriage and then not being able to get a job that paid a decent wage. She had heard I was doing well and thought we might reacquaint ourselves as we had been ‘friends’ before. I liked the flattery and that she turned to me in times of trouble. She made it very clear, yet remained subtle, that she was available but wanted to be ‘looked after.’
I still desired her, it sounded a bargain.
She didn’t wait long to turn on the physical charm in her flat. We were soon embraced, kissing, petting, touching and then very intimate, and now here we were, her laying back, legs wide apart, her love tunnel wet and inviting, me stiffer than stiff and inches from her love hole.
I wanted so much to slide into her, to feel the pleasant warmth of her feminine charms around my aching manhood. She was reaching forward to guide me in.....
And as much as I wanted her, and had accepted her total submission and had dreamed so often of this very moment, all the horrible things she had done to me over the years, the insults the sneers the humiliations..... it all came flooding back.... and I knew that if I hadn’t got a few bob; I knew she would never have come to me. She was here because I was successful and could help her materially, that was all, I knew that.
But she was excessively sexy and I had worked hard for my money, wasn’t she a worthwhile prize for all my endeavours.
‘I don’t think so, I am not that stupid, I’m not that interested’
She was startled at what I said. I pulled away from her and put my clothes on and got out as quick as possible.
I did want her, and I did have to relieve myself, so to speak when I got home. But I did retain my self respect.
I only want women that want me for myself not the ones that think that all men can be manipulated with the fluttering of an eyelash.....
I was cured of my obsession with her, but I do confess that when I had my thing in her mouth, it was a very sweet moment, but she was not having a drop of my bodily fluids. No way.
Mila
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