1. Becoming My Girlfriend


    Date: 3/20/2016, Categories: Shemales, Author: lana100, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    many covert looks, some openly leering, others giving him a flat look, and some openly staring with dislike. He saw envy on many of the women's faces, and nearly wept. You want this body? Take it! Please, take it! He thought despairingly, his moist pussy twitching. His breasts felt so large, he felt really indecent having them on his chest, bouncing and swaying beneath his shirt. That he wasn't wearing a bra was obvious, they moved at will, frequently getting in the way of his hands. He walked back down the corridor, his hips swaying, wanting only to return to his room, and this time, stay there. He needed to do something, anything, but he felt trapped. Soon people would begin to question where 'Bernard' was, and wonder why 'Allison' was spending so much time in his room. He had to find a way into Allison's room, if only to get some clothing that would fit him better. As he passed by the pool room, usually unused at this time of day, he suddenly heard someone whisper, "Hey Allison!" It took a second for him to respond to the name, and he turned around, seeing Allan in the doorway. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" Bernard really didn't feel like talking, and if he had really wanted to act like Allison, he'd have told Allan to go fuck himself sideways. But he was an accomodating person, and though he could at least spare a minute. He entered the pool room, not noticing that Allan subtly moved around her, to block the exit. "It's about Bernard," Allan said. "What about m...er, ...
    him?" "You're not good for him. And he's not good for you." Bernard blinked. While he couldn't agree more with Allan, he was nonetheless surprised. He screwed up his courage, tried to make his voice sharp and flat and said, "You're right. I'm already planning to break up with him, not that it's any of your business, Allan." He crossed his hands over his chest, and flushed, realizing that didn't really work for women, so he crossed them again underneath his soft breasts. "Good! I'm glad to hear it. He's got his eyes set on someone else anyhow." Bernard boggled. Was it that obvious? "... and I think I'm the man for you, baby." Bernard gaped, but his body, aroused and frustrated, quivered in anticipation. "F-f-for me?" he stammered. "Yes. I know your type, Allison. You want somebody strong that you can have fun with, and then throw away." His foot closed the door behind him. "Bernard's a real stand-up guy, but he's looking for something serious." His hand reached behind him, locking the door. "You, on the other hand, are looking for someone that will treat you like a total princess, and fuck you hard, which you throw away when you're done." A bulge appeared in Allan's crotch, and Bernard stared at it, his pussy tightening hard, saliva flooding his mouth. "That's me baby, I'm your man," Allan advanced on him, and Bernard stepped back, feeling his padded behind bump into the pool table behind him. His pussy slowly unclenched, and started to throb. He felt his little pink clit push ...
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