1. The Politics of Dancing


    Date: 6/5/2016, Categories: Shemales, Author: TransContinental, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    electrolysis, and my hormone replacement therapy. He paid to fix my teeth and to surgically change my face into a more feminine shape. He bought me my boobs. These wonderfully bouncy C cups that were at this moment, always threatening to spill out of my low cut, bright red, backless, spaghetti-strapped evening gown, but never quite doing so, and thus, disappointing the dozens of high-powered conservative men at this party. He was the one who suggested I move in with him, and be his trophy wife. His plan was for me to spend my days alternately shopping, working out, and lounging by the pool, while he slaved away at his enormous corporate law firm. But, I nixed that idea, and fired the maid. I had to have something to do with my days, and cleaning the mansion wasn't that bad of a task. I still had enough energy to greet him at the door every evening with a pitcher of martinis and a bottle of lube. And if he didn't have enough energy, all he had to do was sit on the couch while I "comforted" him. I didn't want to come to this party, but I kept my mouth shut until now. I wanted to be supportive of him, but I'd had enough. The 5-minute "Christian" prayer at the beginning got under my skin. The keynote speaker who delivered his message of "fuck the poor, fuck the different, fuck the masses" using code words and double talk nearly made me explode. And watching the women as they nodded in agreement to plans to rob them of their reproductive rights was just about enough to make me ...
    shit my panties. Through it all, I kept smiling at these hypocrites. And I kept smiling as we danced. But now, was payback time. "Sweetie, darling. I just want you to know you're going to pay for this." When I moved in, we discovered the political gulf between us, and we simply opted not to debate or discuss public policy or candidates or ballot issues. "I know, dear. I know." "I don't think you do, honey bunny. Because when we get home, I'm going to rip that tuxedo off you, and fuck you in the ass. Without lube." "I'm sure you will, sweetie pie." He was still all smiles, but I thought I felt him shudder. "But, before that, I'm going to stick my middle finger up your tight little asshole, and follow it with three other fingers and a thumb." He definitely shuddered. I was onto something here. Time to step up the game. "But, I don't think I can wait. So, I'll drive the Mercedes home, and you can suck on my cock the whole way home." He held me tighter, and I could feel his growing boner. I pressed myself against him, and continued whispering in his ear. "But, oh! I forgot to tell you! I took one of your little blue pills before we arrived, and I'm starting to feel my she-cock start to quiver. And I'm only wearing an itsy bitsy, flimsy little thong." I pulled back, but kept my arms around his neck, staring into his wide eyes. I switched to a little girl voice: "I'd hate to think what would happen if my big ole' 7 incher got loose. Here. Tonight. With all these people here? Why with ...
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