Shemale Seduction - The Surrender

"You're almost ready baby. I'm going to enjoy taking you."

Hell, the way I was feeling, she could take me anywhere and anyway she wanted. She spun me around to face the wall, undid my belt and pants, and pulled out my throbbing cock.

One of her hands began to stroke it, while the other squeezed and massaged my balls. Again, she showed how easily she could control me, bringing me again and again close to cumming, but laughing when she eased up and held me back. I felt dizzy, and not from the alcohol. I began to enjoy her control over me, wanting her to make me cum, while feeling ecstasy when she held it back. She pulled me away from the wall and allowed my body to rest against hers. With one hand, she unbuttoned my shirt and slid down my shorts, while unfastening her clothing and letting them fall to the ground. It was then that I felt her cock. It was sliding along the crack of my ass, wetting it with precum.

"Wha.."

I tried to shout, but before I could get the word out she had turned me around and began to French kiss me again. My weakness was apparent. Her ministrations had made me so susceptible to her that my shout turned into a deep moan as her tongue flicked and encircled mine. Her hands grasped both of our cocks and stroked them as one.

My hetero mind still resisted, my hands trying to grasp her shoulders and push her away, but her mouth and hands won. My eyes rolled back into my head and body began to respond in kind. We stepped out of our clothes when she guided me back against the wall. Once there, she lifted my thigh with one hand and pulled my cock up with the other. Bending her legs slightly, her sharply angled cock slid under mine and found my arse, the tip touching and rubbing it.

"P..please don't."

I say. She flicks the tip of my cock and rubs my precum over its head slowly.

"What?'

"Please ...don't."

I stammer again. Her hands reach behind me and spread my cheeks apart, then, manoeuvring her cock again, press against my now quivering arse.