Tranny dating – As she said this, she pressed her hand, which clasped his cock, tightly together. She got off his legs and climbed onto the seat. Her panties were now right in front of his face. He hardly believed what was happening. She had hypnotized him, otherwise he could not explain to himself that at that moment he was ready to do anything for her. His head went straight in the direction of her lace panties, then she rose from the seat and looked at him rigidly.
“Not so fast, my little one. First you’ll spoil me a little. Hach, I’ve been on the road all day, my feet are getting tired.”She sat down, pulled her heels elegantly off her feet and held them out to him. He understood immediately. As if controlled remotely, he knelt down in front of her and began to massage and caress her feet. On the one hand, he wanted to stop, that was not his will! On the other hand, he could not oppose the strong will of this woman. She had already broken it. He was shocked that this is going so fast. He really wouldn’t have thought that of himself. He immediately fell in love with the taste and smell of her feet. It felt magical when his tongue ran over the nylon and she seemed to like it too. She acknowledged his services with extensive sighs and light moans. He was afraid that someone might get into the compartment, but the train was not very full. Nothing will happen, he talked himself further and further. And if he was honest with himself …
… this was part of the appeal of the whole situation.
She smiled at him. She realized that he was trapped, that she already had him where she wanted him. “Unpack your cock, I want to see it.”, were her words. He wondered at this command. Why would he…on the other hand, it couldn’t get much more absurd. He squatted in a train compartment at full speed and kissed the feet of a strange woman. He quickly fished his stiff part out of his pants and let him stand out of the pants stable. She meant him to get up, which he did immediately. His cock was now very close to her face. She scrutinized him closely. Took it in his hand, rubbed it briefly, tasted it. But she did not notice him, only his stiff. As if it were a dildo that belongs to her. A tail without a person. She hit it a little to see him spring. She pulled it. With her left hand she held him, the right fished something out of her purse. A simple black rope. Small, handy and firm. He could not answer anything when she grabbed his cock in the rope with quick and skillful movements and tied it up. Of course, she tied the eggs extra. Then she took his jacket and tied it around his waist to hide the bondage artwork.
“You will feel it with every step. But if you leave the jacket on, no one will see it.“
He was startled. SO he should leave the train, the compartment? Never! That was clear to him. If a wind train came, or his jacket got stuck somewhere … can’t imagine what would happen if he was standing at a train station like that. He was about to protest when she pulled a thick gag through his mouth and tied it to the back of his head.
“I’ll take it out of you if I need your mouth. Understand? You’ll do what I tell you. I can blow off everything else and just go out the door. Then you’ll never see me again. I promise. But that’s not what you want.“
He hung his head, she was right. That’s not what he wanted. Gan z and not at all. The brief moment of this encounter was enough to make him a servant in bondage. She pressed his shoulders down and he understood immediately. He got down on his knees. She lifted her skirt and gave him a clear view of her panties again. Carefully, with closed thighs, she pulled it down. She was completely shaved, of course. But then she took her legs apart a bit and presented herself to him: A COCK!
He couldn’t believe his eyes. That couldn’t be true. He knelt in front of a tranny! He was sure all his life to recognize trannies immediately. But now he has been taught a lesson. She laughed at him.
“You didn’t expect that, little one, did you? Look at him. Study him closely, the proud cock of your mistress. You’ll still see him a lot …
… get.“
Laughing gloatingly, she took the gag off the bewildered man. He still didn’t know what happened to him. He wasn’t bi, he wasn’t gay, he was definitely into women. But now everything was different. A magnificent cock right in front of his face and he did not know what to do. He could not turn away. He had to stare at the limb. His new lady watched him amused at his amazement. Then she took his head and shoved it on her cock with a jerk. He was perplexed, did not know how it happened to him. He blew for the first time. He had never dreamed of having a cock in his mouth. He was helpless and irritated, did not know what to do. At the moment, he had no choice but to simply submit to his fate. He tasted the salt. Tasted the pleasure droplet. Felt the warm, pulsating part in his mouth as it went back and forth. Carefully he inserted his tongue and played around the glans. His new mistress apparently liked this very much. He took his hand and jerked the cock in his mouth. Now his lady became more disobedient, he seemed to do it right. With the other hand, he carefully kneaded her eggs. She clawed her hands into his hair. Now controlled the pace of his head. The cock went deep into his throat, almost had to choke, but he suppressed it. He didn’t want to disappoint her. He blew and found more and more pleasure in it. The beautiful cock in the silky shiny nylons the beautiful breasts that peeped out of her cleavage. Her wonderful feet, which he was already allowed to taste. She had closed her eyes. Suddenly she reached more firmly into his hair and he noticed how her cock pulsated more violently than before. He noticed something warm in his throat, then she just pulled the cock out of his mouth and hilet him in front of his face. She shot him a big load of warm, white sperm in his face. Everywhere it hung. In his beard, on the eyes, nose and, of course, mouth. Greedily he swallowed it, took it from his face and licked it from his fingers. She stroked his cheek tenderly.
“Well done. Very good. You’re gonna be a good girl.“
He did not understand this phrase. Not yet. For he did not yet know what she still planned to do with him. He knew only one thing: he could not help but belong to her.