Shemale Transsexual Futanari Bundle 5

Excerpt   ––––––––   A COUPLE’S SHEMALE ADULT MOVIE MÉNAGE: Transsexual Futanari FMF Fantasy By Jennifer Lynne DARLENE LED MY HUSBAND to the back of the couch by his tied wrists and had him bend over it – much like an errant schoolboy awaiting his headmaster’s cane. Darlene then stood directly behind Rowan, her eyes feasting on the pert, taut and decidedly bare buttocks that were presented to him. “Join me,” she instructed with a firm, feminine tone, and join her I did. I have to confess that Rowan had never looked as damned hot to me as he did right then. Wrists bound, the pants around his ankles serving as further bondage, his naked ass cheeks high in the air, their smooth, pale skin sprinkled with an array of delicate goose bumps. And glancing down, I could see his smooth-shaved ball sac and just a hint of that magnificent c**k of his that was prodding persistently into the back of the couch. Darlene raised her arm and without warning, she brought her hand down on my husband’s bare backside with an almighty smack. Rowan jumped – yelped a little with the surprise – and I jumped along with him as the resounding slapping sound bounced around the lavish hotel suite. Darlene grinned at our reactions, and at the growing red imprint of her hand on Rowan’s naked butt. She then did it again; this time spanking my husband’s other cheek – as if to even him up. Rowan cried out again, but this time there was that familiar tone of lasciviousness to his cry. Getting into her stride, Darlene smacked Rowan’s butt again. And then again. I found myself becoming more and more turned on by watching my husband’s bare ass getting spanked by the shemale – the sound of flesh on flesh, the sight of Darlene’s masterful, dark hand landing time and again on Rowan’s now-glowing red buttocks had me pressing my thighs together to squeeze my clitty between my sopping wet p***y lips. I longed to release my breasts from my hopelessly inadequate dress and present them to the shemale and my husband, to have them suckle on a stiff, tender n****e each whilst Darlene continued administering the spanking. The individual hand prints on my husband’s naked ass were now indiscernible from one another; his smooth skin was now a veritable crisscross of stripes and palm impressions, all of them a mouth-watering dark pink color. “Your turn.” Darlene said to me with a throaty, aroused growl. “Pardon me?” I said, genuinely taken aback. “It’s in the script.” Honestly, I hadn’t read that far. I’d been so enraptured by the thought of watching Rowan getting his ass spanked that I’d not read any further. I gulped hard and offered my wrists to the writer/director and went willingly to my fate. Within no time at all, Darlene had my wrists bound – tight, but not too tight - and bending over the couch next to my husband, my breasts tumbling out of the top of my dress and pressing naked into the back of the couch. I then felt Darlene’s hot, strong hands at the hem of my dress, as she rolled it up to expose my own bare behind. The shemale then paused a while, no doubt admiring the two naked butts that were thusly presented to her, and I just knew that she’d also be enjoying the view of my bare p***y lips that peeked out from between my thighs. And then came that first smack. I squealed out in surprise, pain and pleasure as Darlene’s hand landed squarely upon my left butt cheek. I squirmed and wiggled my naked ass at her, as if inviting more of that wonderful spanking. And Darlene did not disappoint. She spanked my right cheek, and then landed a couple of hearty smacks on Rowan’s bare ass before returning her attention to mine. I moaned out loud as the heat radiated out from my well-spanked butt cheeks and around to my dripping wet p***y – I could actually feel the warm trickle of my juices running down the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Again and again Darlene spanked Rowan and me and our moans, groans and squeals filled the room along with that extraordinarily erotic sound of harsh skin on skin as she spanked the both of us almost to orgasm. And then it was over. Much to my – and Rowan’s – disappointment, Darlene ceased her delicious spankings, untied our wrists and we all sat back down on the couches to resume our script scrutiny as if the transsexual writer/director had not just been smacking our bare, naked buttocks with her bare hand. *** * * * * A COUPLE’S SHEMALE ADULT MOVIE MENAGE: Transsexual Futanari FMF Fantasy By Jennifer Lynne ––––––––