1. A New Day (MFF, trans, LP, cons)


    Date: 10/14/2017, Categories: Fetish, Shemales, Taboo Author: Spectreofhell, Source: xHamster

    Normally, Patrick couldn't remember his dreams. There were vague after-images of things, people, places, but nothing really coherent. Instead, he recalled emotions. Fear, anxiety, happiness. Sometimes, rare times, he realized he was dreaming while the dream was unfolding, allowing him to take control of things. Those dreams were the shortest, as if his mind didn't want him directly connected to his subconscious. So as he woke that morning, he wondered exactly what it was that was happening. Was he dreaming? If so, he could do something about the strange sensation he was experiencing. The bed was shifting beneath him, his legs were being raised into the air. Something prodded him. He was relaxed, unafraid, so when the prodding became insistent, he opened his eyes slowly, wondering if this was waking, or if he was dreaming of being awake. He saw an astonishingly beautiful woman looming above him. Her hair was very dark brown and long enough to almost cover her large breasts. Her skin was tanned except for two triangular patches over her nipples. Which were erect. She was looking down. He noticed that his legs were being held up in the air by her hands around his ankles. Delicate, feminine hands. He knew he could break free at any moment, but something told him to wait. He felt the prodding connect below his line of sight. Something stiff was pushing its way inside him. He'd had this dream before, he recalled. Once or twice, at least. He was a woman in the dream, and he was ...
    ... being made love to. It always made him wake up when his dream-self was penetrated. The woman moaned very softly as the pressure in his sphincter increased. He was being stretched down there, but not unpleasantly so. His cock, he saw, was rock hard. The woman eased her hips back and pushed forward again. She must have applied lubricant, Patrick thought, because the thing she was prodding him with slid even deeper inside him. He told himself he should be awake by now, that he didn't want to be fucked, even if it was by a beautiful woman. Yet...it felt nice. He felt pleasantly full. Not like when he had to use the bathroom, no. It was different. She pushed, he felt her shaved crotch meet his. She struck something inside him that made exquisite sensations of pleasure ripple through his body. No, not struck. Squeezed. Her girth put pressure on something. It felt...good. She eased back and sank into him again. "Oh, fuck," she groaned. Her voice was raspy, sexy. She noticed his eyes were open and smiled brilliantly at him. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist having you again," she said. Patrick blinked. He felt the coolness of the sheets, saw sunlight filtering through the shades, smelled jasmine and sex in the air, and he knew suddenly that he was not dreaming. This was really happening. She pulled back and pushed into him again, sinking deeply, moving slowly. The squeezing pressure came again, the same pleasure. His toes curled. It was surreal. He was being fucked by a woman. He lifted his ...
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