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Sex Tape



Copyright 2018 by Dustin Chase

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“So what do you think?” he asked with a deviant smile on his face. “Want to do it?”

I thought about it for a minute, but only a minute. “Sure,” I replied biting my lip.

“Is Kent’s office unlocked?”

“No,” I replied. “But I have a key.”



Nate and I didn’t really get along although we’d know each other for a few months by that time. We both sort of worked for the same couple, Kent and Elaine Roberts. I worked for Kent as an engineer by day and a cross dressing lover the rest of the time. Nate just hung out at their place and did what he did.

He was a good looking young man, kind of hot really and a couple of years younger that I was. In the beginning I often wondered if he were even of age to be doing this. I later found out that he was almost nineteen the summer that we met.

As we had so much in common, you would have thought we’d hit it off. Nate was cute, but he bordered on being an asshole at times.

Having been the darling of the Roberts household for a couple of years already, I found myself trying to mother the boy, always explaining how things worked and he wasn’t having it.

“Look, Stephanie,” he said early on. “You’re just a cross dressing sissy that wears heels and makeup and not my boss.”

The comment hurt and I fired back.

“At least I dress up,” I said. “I can take a shower and drive home without giving it another thought. You, you just take off your pants and do it?”

“Sissy boy,” he replied.


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