My housemate slurps down on my cock, moaning in pleasure as his nose is pressed into my pubes. I grip the back of his head, holding him in place for a moment before pushing him back again.
I always thought he was a pretty boy, he has a skinny body, cute feminine features. I am not gay but I would often fantasise about him, kissing him, fucking him. He would make the perfect girlfriend.
It all started when I caught him wearing a pair of his girlfriend's panties. He looked so hot to me, prancing around in the red satin underwear. I had to have him.
Losing control, I came up behind him, shoved him over the bed and had my way with him. From then on he was mine. I kept him tied up at all times, he would beg and cry for release but I knew what he really wanted.
I dress him as I see fit. He gets to wear the prettiest clothes, showing off his wonderful feminine body. I don't like to look at his penis, we keep it caged, try to forget about it.
He is no longer Tim to me. I call him Grace. He has come to respond to this. His voice is changing too. He is learning to speak in a higher pitch, to beg and moan how I like it.
His hair is still short, and sometimes I don't have time to shave his face. Soon I will trust him to shave himself. Until then I keep him in a tight hood, it hides his more manly features, maintains the fantasy.
He has become very good at servicing me sexually. We have trained the gag reflex out of him, allowing him to worship my cock for hours.
His ass gets an equal amount of use. He moans as I fuck him, begging me to do it harder, to cum inside his pussy. Just like I taught him to.
I don't know if he enjoys our arrangement yet. He clearly hated it at first. But recently he has stopped complaining, stopped struggling with his bonds.
His moans and squeals during sex have become more natural, almost realistic. I wonder if he has started to get some enjoyment out of it?
I am happy for him if he does. Our arrangement is not ending anytime soon. The faster he learns to love it, the faster he will find fulfilment in his new role as my girlfriend.
I long for a day in the future when I can take him out with me, show off my perfect girl. He isn't ready for this yet. But soon, he will.
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My housemate slurps down on my cock, moaning in pleasure as his nose is pressed into my pubes. I grip the back of his head, holding him in place for a moment before pushing him back again.
I always thought he was a pretty boy, he has a skinny body, cute feminine features. I am not gay but I would often fantasise about him, kissing him, fucking him. He would make the perfect girlfriend.
It all started when I caught him wearing a pair of his girlfriend's panties. He looked so hot to me, prancing around in the red satin underwear. I had to have him.
Losing control, I came up behind him, shoved him over the bed and had my way with him. From then on he was mine. I kept him tied up at all times, he would beg and cry for release but I knew what he really wanted.
I dress him as I see fit. He gets to wear the prettiest clothes, showing off his wonderful feminine body. I don't like to look at his penis, we keep it caged, try to forget about it.
He is no longer Tim to me. I call him Grace. He has come to respond to this. His voice is changing too. He is learning to speak in a higher pitch, to beg and moan how I like it.
His hair is still short, and sometimes I don't have time to shave his face. Soon I will trust him to shave himself. Until then I keep him in a tight hood, it hides his more manly features, maintains the fantasy.
He has become very good at servicing me sexually. We have trained the gag reflex out of him, allowing him to worship my cock for hours.
His ass gets an equal amount of use. He moans as I fuck him, begging me to do it harder, to cum inside his pussy. Just like I taught him to.
I don't know if he enjoys our arrangement yet. He clearly hated it at first. But recently he has stopped complaining, stopped struggling with his bonds.
His moans and squeals during sex have become more natural, almost realistic. I wonder if he has started to get some enjoyment out of it?
I am happy for him if he does. Our arrangement is not ending anytime soon. The faster he learns to love it, the faster he will find fulfilment in his new role as my girlfriend.
I long for a day in the future when I can take him out with me, show off my perfect girl. He isn't ready for this yet. But soon, he will.