1. Predator and Prey


    Date: 12/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: LaArana, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    So, about objectification.. I had a little trip to the state line treating myself to an relatively inexpensive vacation. I wanted to get out and away to find time in femme mode, socialize, indulge and build my confidence. I made the drive down there en femme checked into my hotel, ordered myself room service and kicked my heels off while stretching out on the queen size bed. I took in a long hot bubble bath that I had bought from a boutique in LA. I took extra time in making sure my appearance was all pull together; I ended up wanting to try some new designer leggings I'd recently picked up as well as pair of black pumps. I'm not terribly good with makeup but I gave it my best shot. The heels were new so I wasn't fully comfortable standing or walking in them. I've found that I strut and turn with more confidence when I'm chewing bubblegum but thats just me. First night I sat out in the circular bar in the middle of the casino. I felt a lot of eyes on me equal parts uncomfortable curiosity contempt. Once I settled into my tall chair at a corner table I started feeling more at ease and thats when I started feeling like I was being sized up as prey. I had a few cis girls make mean comments as they passed me at my table I'd see others glaring at me not knowing what to think. In this day and age you wish people would be more accepting. Genetic girls get to date guys and try their best to look good and impress. No body gives a second thought, but I'll feel sometimes peoples ...
    judgement. I talked with lost of guys and had a great time. I didn't get to dance like I had hoped I would. Seemed like I attracted a bunch more older men. Some of the more &#034alpha&#034 types were very straight forward in telling me what they'd like to do. Its always a welcomed feeling being touched or held in some manner by a stronger type man. One such guy (told me he was in the military) bought me several drinks and I enjoyed talking with him about random stuff like movies and activities. I flirted with him I won't deny. I think it was apparent that I was enjoying the attention. I excused myself and left to use the restroom, I head in the direction of the ladies room mincing my way across the casino floor. When I neared the entrance to the women room the muscle boy I was talking to earlier pulled me into the mens room and quickly ushered me into a stall and holding me tight by the wrists. I got really scared and started to babble and beg for him not to hurt me and to let me go. Instead I was f***ed to remain the the stall with whom I thought was taking me. Few men came in shortly after we had entered so I remained quiet not knowing what to think -not panic but more or less a timid feeling. He had very strong rough hands that he grabbed at my crotch with, holding it tightly thru my leggings and forcing me to stand on the tiptoes of my pumps. Standing there bent forward legs spread wide apart, feeling him press his erection that was growing in his pants against my rear all the ...
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