Femboy puts feet on my lap and I couldn’t resist…

The sun was shining brightly through the curtains as I awoke, groggy from a late night of work. Rubbing my eyes, I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. As I flicked on the light, I froze in shock. There, sprawled out on the bathroom floor, was the most delectable sight I had ever seen.

A femboy, barely 18, his long honey-blonde hair splayed out around his face, lay half-naked in my bathroom. His lithe body, clad only in a pair of tiny pink panties, heaved with each gentle breath. I couldn’t help but notice that the fabric of his underwear was straining against his growing erection.

I must have made a noise, for the femboy stirred and blinked sleepily up at me. “Oh, good morning,” he purred, his voice as sweet as honey. “Did I doze off waiting for you again?”

I simply nodded, mouth agape, as he rose gracefully to his feet and sauntered over to me. Even in my daze, I couldn’t ignore the way that his pert little ass bounced and swayed with each step.

“Let me help you get ready for work,” the femboy cooed as he took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. “We don’t want you to be late, do we?”

In a trance, I allowed myself to be guided, taking in the delicious sight of his slim arms and toned thighs. As we reached the bed, the femboy turned and leaned over the mattress, presenting his delectable rear to me. Slowly, teasingly, he shimmied his panties down, revealing the globe of his ass inch by inch. His cheeks were round and perfectly firm, just begging to be touched.

He glanced back at me over his shoulder, a mischievous grin playing on his pink lips. “Like what you see?” he asked playfully.

Unable to resist, I reached out and caressed the femboy’s smooth skin, marveling at its softness beneath my calloused fingertips. He let out a soft moan at my touch, arching into my hand. Emboldened by his response, I continued to explore, gently squeezing and kneading his firm flesh.

The femboy’s moans grew louder, more urgent, as I worked to pleasure him. He began to writhe against me, his arousal evident in the way he pushed back against my touch. Unable to control myself any longer, I pressed my own rapidly hardening erection against his ass.

“Oh, yes,” the femboy gasped, looking back at me with lust-darkened eyes. “I need you inside me.”

With fumble fingers, I hurriedly unfastened my belt and freed my aching cock. As I rubbed the head against his entrance, the femboy let out a shuddering moan. “Please,” he begged, “Give me your big, fat cock.”

Unable to deny him, I pushed forward, feeling his tight, hot walls part around me as I slid deep inside. The femboy cried out, his hands clutching at the sheets as I began to move. I set a steady rhythm, relishing in the way his body welcomed me, seeming to pull me in deeper with each thrust.

“Harder,” the femboy pleaded, looking back at me with a plea. “I want to feel you Claim me with that huge dick.”

With a growl, I grabbed his hips and pulled him back sharply, slamming into him once more. Our flesh slapped together as I hammered into his tight hole, each thrust driving him up the bed.

I could feel my orgasm approaching, building at the base of my spine. The femboy’s walls clenched around me, his body trembling with pleasure. “I’m so close,” he whimpered, “Please, let me cum!”

With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep inside him and let go. My cock pulsing, I filled him with my seed, marking him as mine. The femboy’s cries hitched as his own climax overtook him, his untouched cock spurting pearlescent strands across the sheets beneath him.

As we collapsed together onto the rumpled bed, panting and sweaty, the femboy snuggled back against me. “That was amazing,” he murmured happily, his hands idly stroking my softening member. “But I think you might need a little more help reaching your goal.”

I looked at him in confusion. “What goal is that?”

The femboy giggled, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Forgetting you even had a job, of course.”