1. Mrs. Townsend


    Date: 4/15/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Trans, Author: klammer, Source: xHamster

    It is our anniversary and I sit naked on our bed. When I awoke this morning I was told to shower and to shave every inch of my body, to rub lotion and powder on myself so that every inch of me was soft and caressable. I have done as I was told; I am very obedient. By now the cherry red polish on my toes and my fingers are dry and shiny. My lips are glossed the same color. My eyebrows are plucked and shaped, my lashes curled, my face powdered, my cheeks blushed, my shoulder-length hair combed. I am so excited I want to touch myself, to give myself some relief, but I dare not. I hear the car enter the driveway, the engine die, the door slam. It seems like hours before I hear the house door open and close, then the footsteps on the stairs. I look in anticipation at the door as my lover enters behind an armful of packages. The packages are dropped on the bench at the foot of our bed, forming a ziggurat leading to my lover's face. This is only fitting, for she is the goddess whom I worship. Her eyes sparkle and a broad smile parts her lips, glossed a deeper red than mine. Her eyes peruse me as she straightens up, obviously pleased with what she sees. She is wearing a navy blue pantsuit, a white shell, and navy blue pumps with two-inch stacked heels. A single strand gold necklace, a gold-band wristwatch, and small gold stud earrings complete her outfit. She starts with the middle box. It contains a thong-and-bra set in lilac. I lay on my back with my feet in the air as she slides ...
    the panties up my legs as far as they will go. I stand and she pulls them over my hips, making sure of their fit in the crotch. She now holds up the bra.. I step into it, resisting the urge to kiss her thou our lips are only inches apart. She steps behind me to fasten the bra. She opens the next smaller box. It is a pair of seamed stockings, in lilac, and a garter belt, lilac flowers on a lilac background. She places the belt over the thong, closing it in the small of my back. I recline on the bed again with one leg in the air. She carefully rolls a stocking down to mid-thigh, making certain the seam is straight. Satisfied, she releases my leg as I raise the other; she repeats the process. She steps back as I stand so that she can adjust and fasten the straps of the garter belt. She is squatting before me and the fragrance of my perfumed skin conquers her. She buries her face in my crotch, pushing me back on the bed. My thong becomes darkened as her lip gloss covers it, until she finally pulls the crotch aside and licks me to orgasm. She continues to lick me until I orgasm again, then licks my juices until I am clean again. Placing the thong in place, she trails kisses down the inside of my thighs from crotch to the top of my stockings. &#034See what you made me do?&#034 She mockingly accuses me. I am leaning back on my elbows, looking at her. She was now kneeling between my spread legs, her hair mussed, her lips a smear, her makeup smudged. I merely smile. &#034You'll make ...
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