| Straight: Shemale: Ann Part 2 (1/7) |
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The next work day, that evening as I walk up to my townhouse, Ann is sitting on the porch and tells me, “Since you didn’t call I thought I’d come by, I was in the area anyway.” Even though I’d been with her the night before, I have to laugh and Ann asks, “So what’s so funny?” “I’m not going to get close to this one.” I kiss her lovingly then say, “Please come in, a glass of scotch and cigarette, that’s what I usually have to relax me after work.” By then she’s loosening my pants and with a wicked grin she says, “That’ll be fine, as long as we can do that with me fucking you.” “I see right now I have unleashed a nympho, and a dominant one at that, why do you always need to be on top.” “Isn’t that obvious, look at the two of us, I weigh 88 lbs, to your close to 200. I could never stand your weight on my tiny body, and don’t fool me, you love to be mothered, dominated, and you’re a little boy in a man’s body…like so many others. I’ve never had any children, besides I may be little, but I still enjoy being in control…so there, which bedroom, I’m so hard up I feel weak.” Cupping her little face between my hands, I kiss her lightly, as I tell Ann, “After having to control 250 employees daily, you have no idea of how right you are, I do need mothering badly.” Quickly shaking the seriousness from our minds we assume our natural position, it seems; Ann on top, with cigarettes and scotch, Ann’s pussy effortlessly sliding up and down over my erect prick, she is stimulating me further with her sensuous way of smoking, dropping down ravishing my lips, and little tits with her lips and teeth nipping my nipples, exhaling smoke from her lips as she does. She ever so slowly is teasing the piss out of me with slow plunges and withdrawals, diddling me with a few fingers in the crack of my ass, further arousing my lust, until she has me so close to coming, then stops. She asks, “Were you ever married?” Trying desperately to control my raging passion, my steel hard erection and balls that are ready to erupt, I reply, “Sadly twice, no children thankfully.” Then in an attempt to prove I can play too, I continue, “But now in 5 years if I want, I can retire on more than we’ll ever be able to spend during the rest of our lives. Until then I have every evening, night and my choice of days off, 6 weeks vacation yearly, and I make a very good wage, plus bonuses, so unless you’re an heiress…how can you go wrong?” Ann sighs, as she says, “Heiress…me…SS each month, plus what I make working in the stores…a few 100 in savings. No darling it’s not me I’m concerned about. It’s you. Why are you talking already as if we were a couple, and even if that happens why do you want to spend your retiring years with a woman who is so much older than you…an obvious older POOR woman who is looking for…a well to do younger husband…and I’m a transsexual at that.” “I care little of your other motives, it’s you I need, and the wild, raw sex you’re bringing with you, and if you’d never told me, my thinking was |
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