1. Polly and Len Pt. 1 (Lycra fetish)


    Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: leotardlust, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    wanted your cock!' To think everyone downstairs at the party didn't have the slightest idea what we were getting up to! I was frantic with lust, bobbing up and down on his solid cock, through my stocking mask, calling out his name and telling him how much I wanted it. Len told me how I was his bitch, how hard he was going to bugger me and how he'd pay me and promote me. He then reached down, lifted me up, and lay me on the bed, and got on top of me and grinded his steel prick against the tight stretch of my lycra crotch. You could hear the friction! 'I'm going to bugger you, that's a promise! I'm going to sink my prick into your tight arsehole!' 'Yes, Len, yes, you must...I want you to bugger me! Oh Len!' 'I'll have you whenever I want you, and you'll dress exactly how I ask...' 'You know I will, Len,' I squealed. 'But oh Len? What if my poor boyfriend catches us?' 'I'll kick the shit out of him...what do you say to that?' 'I'll call out, 'Oh len, please kick the shit out of him, please Len! Then I'll swallow your big, hard prick in my mouth, make my cheek bulge with it, and look at him and say 'oh Len, you're my hero!'' The bed was rocking and bouncing as he shafted me harder. 'You can be my secret spy in the office, report to me, I'll get some of them fired. Just name them and I'll do it.' 'Oh Len! You're so powerful! Len slammed and rubbed himself against me harder and harder until he drenched the crotch of my gleaming black lycra shorts with heavy spunk. He rolled over ...
    and I lay in his arms with my stockinged head on his chest as he held me and stoked my nyloned head as we made plans. I was to be his special mistress and get paid extra for spying on the staff. He then told me more stories of his thuggish days where he used to twat scumbags and losers. This turned me on, as my hand was already toying with my tight crotch and smoothing over my arse. 'You're such a bad boy, Len.' 'What are you going to do about it?' 'I'm going to offer you my arse and let you bugger me...and while you're buggering the shit out of me I'll beg you to twat my boyfriend.' I wanked him slowly as I told him with glee how I used to visit this homeless man called Phil and give him my smelly tights to sniff. 'I don't know what he liked the most, the smell, or the fact I was wearing skintight knickers and smelly tights when I did it!' 'The dirty old bastard!' 'Len, I want to sit on your face...' I climbed on his face and shoved my tight arse through my lycra shorts right into him, and rubbed, grinded and pushed. 'Oh Len, my Len! Yes, Len! I'll spy for you, Len, I'll be your sexy snitch and I'll meet you in secret and dress right sexy for you...I have lots of sexy outfits!' I bounced, jiggled, wriggled, wiggled and pushed my lycra tightly onto his mouth. Len told me he had to come, he had to! He told me to get up, push my hands onto the dresser and stick my arse out. I did so, and through my stocknged mask I shouted 'Shag me, Len! I want you to bugger me!' I pulled my ...
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