Kristen's mind was having trouble wrapping around the idea that she was being sexually tortured by an inanimate object, until she realized where she w...s.That old witch! The next fairy tale in the book had been Beauty and the b**st... where the furniture were actually humans, changed by a spell! Kristen moaned as she realized that the candlestick on her stomach was probably enjoying this... and was probably a man. But she didn't moan too loudly... she wasn't so sure she wanted to see the. "I blanched. I had never been with a guy, but Master Paul didn't knowthat. Here Mary-Anne was again, making up her facts to fit her story. Itwas part of my humiliation, I guess. A kind of verbal role-play.Tabby reached out and linked her fingers to mine. It felt completelynatural holding hands with another sissy. Maybe I was getting used tothis after all. After all, sissies held hands."Tabby's cute," Mary-Anne said. "One of these days, we should swap." Myeyes widened.Master Paul laughed.. Before I knew it I was staring at my co-worker's cock. As soon as I got a good look, which confirmed the rumour that black men are hung, I stared back at the wall. I finished peeing even as my cock began growing.Back in my office, I cursed myself, praying he didn't notice me glance at his smaller than Doug's but still very thick and long cock. I locked my office door and decided to just jerk off. I figured once I shot a load, I could focus properly. It was like when I was in college and fucked. His dick always hits me deeper than I expect, and the shock of it against my cervix sends a thrill up my spine. I lift me hips, gently thrusting myself onto him while we kiss each other on the face, on the mouth, the neck, it doesn't matter, our lips are everywhere while I fuck him. Gradually my climax builds, and I can focus only on moving my hips, grinding against him while he was so deep inside me. One hand pulling my hair back, he tells me to come for him, and he bites me on the neck..