1. My journey to sissy satisfaction


    Date: 3/12/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Shemales, Taboo, Author: bethanyuk, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    me, and being d***k and high too, made it a challenge just walking in, leaving aside the crazy sensations of lust and fear racing through my veins. But I tottered in the few steps required to make it into the first, and main, cinema. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness, so all I really made out at first was the porn on screen. As you'll have gathered by now, I love watching sex on screen and hearing girls scream and moan as they are used, and this was no disappointment. There were three rows of seats, I made my way down the aisle nearest the entrance, and decided on the middle of the three rows. The rows of seats are quite long, probably 10 or 15 seats in each. I quickly glanced around, it was quiet, I thought I could make out a couple of figures on the back row, but the middle row was empty, as far as I could tell, I gripped onto the seat backs for dear life and sat down, as elegantly as I could manage, one seat in from the aisle. I sat and tried to gather at least some composure. My heart was racing, I tried to slow my breathing down to calm myself, here I was, finally, dressed up like the fuck dolls I worshipped, in a public place, and it felt incredible. I focused on the screen before me, and my arousal was instantly increased as I looked at the girl there, typical porno bitch, down on her knees in front of two men, typical porno studs, their big cocks either side of her face, she took one in her mouth, then quickly the other, alternating her attention every few ...
    seconds as the camera zoomed in on her and we got a close up of her face, her painted lips, and their fat cocks on the big screen. My clit instantly was hard as a rock and sprang up through my crotchless panties and I felt the petticoat material come into contact with it. I resisted the temptation to grab it straight away and decided to try and keep the pretence for at least a short while. I sensed I looked good and I reached my hand down between my legs and starting rubbing just above my rigid member, moving my fingers in small circles like a girl masturbating. I was in such a state, any concept of time passing had lost all meaning, but seemingly within seconds, a man had approached from my left, he must have walked from the other aisle, and sat down next to me. He placed his hand on my leg, just at the top of my over knee socks, just below the hem of my dress. I glanced across at him briefly. He must have been 50 or so, respectable looking, dressed like he'd come straight from the office. I smiled, coquettishly, and allowed my long hair to fall over my eyes. I turned back to the whore on screen, then he spoke to me, &#034You're a bad little girl, aren't you? Does you Daddy know you visit places like this?&#034, another wave of excitement flowed through me, &#034My Daddy trained me to be bad&#034, I whispered in reply. On hearing this, he moved his right hand onto my right leg, and placed his left hand on my left leg, no longer even pretending to look at the screen. He pulled my ...
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