Sexy Latino Gay Get His First

Sexy Latino Gay Get His First

irmed the captivity of his arms, and clapped right behind his head. No reaction. I should have put all the pieces together, but I just wasn’t thinking straight. He couldn’t hear or see who was with him. He didn’t seem to be in pain or discomfort. Quite the opposite, it seemed like he was in some deep psychological place of contentment. Subspace. I decided it wasn’t my place to interfere with Beck

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y and Rob’s personal life. If she wanted him tied up, and he wasn’t in danger, then I’d let him be. But maybe I would take a closer look at him, at his body, and they’d never know. I wasn’t think about security cameras or network feeds. I’m a carpenter, not an IT person. I walked in front of him again, and looked at his body. His pecs, chiseled and just slightly hairy . His rock hard abs. And

Sexy Latino Gay Get His First

his cock. Oh, his cock was beautiful. I wanted to taste him. I stopped thinking of the consequences. I should have known he’d know it was me. Who else could it have been? Rebecca? Maybe, but a simple dialog between them would dispel that theory. I didn’t think of that then. A stupid idea occurred to me, and I acted on it. If I wore some of Rebecca’s lingerie and he felt it, he might believe it

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was she who was doing this to him. The idea appealed immediately to my feminine side. I wore panties pretty much all the time, and dressed up in lingerie at my place routinely. I have very little body hair and in fact I shave what little there is, telling people it’s because I’m a bicyclist and it’s easier to clean out scrapes that way. Yeah, that’s the ticket, that’s why I do it. I’d fantasi

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zed more than once about wearing some of Becky’s things. I’d fantasized numerous times about sucking Rob’s cock. Here was my chance to experience both. I’d also fantasized about being dominated by Rebecca. It didn’t occur to me that I was laying the groundwork to that experience, too. I stripped out of my clothes and ran naked, but for my lace panties up two flights of stairs in their house. F

Sexy Latino Gay Get His First

ortunately, I’m small framed and only 5′ 7 , and I figured that her things would fit me reasonably well. I picked out a lavender chemise from her closet. It felt silky and heavenly. I found a pair of four inch heels, black, strapless mules that fit reasonably well. I spritzed myself with the Eau de toilette I found in the bathroom, figuring it would add to the ruse. It was I scent I’d smelled

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on her earlier today. I even applied a little bit of lipstick. Red of course. My cock was straining so much in my panties, but I kept it tucked away, like a good sissy. I quickly made my way back downstairs. The phone rang as I passed through the foyer, and I almost jumped out of my skin. Caller ID showed that it was Becky’s work. I took a deep breath and answered. Hi, she said, just wanted to

tell you there’s coffee and bagels in the kitchen if you want anything. It looks like I’ll be at least hour and a half longer. I’m sorry I’m not there to help you. It’s ok, I have enough to do to keep occupied, I responded. I’m sure you do. You sound out of breath, are you ok? Yes, I just ran up from the basement when I heard the phone, is all, I stammered, realizing the situation. Here I was

standing in her foyer, in her chemise and heels, and my panties, about to go and suck her husband’s cock, and I’m telling her I’m just winded from running up the steps. She laughed and said, you need more exercise. I like my men fit and trim. Now, get back to what you were doing. I’ll do that, was all I could say in response. My mind was reeling as we hung up. I checked the time so I’d leave

plenty of margin before she got home. I walked down the basement stairs, my heels clicking along the way, and over to the room where Rob unknowingly awaited his fate. I knelt between his legs and watched his cock react to the cyclic stimulation. It was beautiful. Long and hard and slightly veined. Smoothly shaven and cut. The crown a perfect, spongy helmet, wet from the constant ebb and flow o

f near climaxes. He sensed me nearby, maybe the aroma of Becky’s spray, or maybe I breathed on him, and he stopped all motion and noise. I turned off the vibrator. His head jerked and his body tensed in fear of this unknown intrusion. He struggled against the ropes, and I let him confirm that his position was not changeable. He was mine for the taking. Eager, both to taste him and to allay his fears of a worse fate, I gently took hold of his shaft and stroked it lightly. So beautiful, I said aloud to no one. His body relaxed and his head tilted back as he understood

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