Naked, except for the pink silk panties. "Nasty little cock-sucking girls always wear slutty underwear.", you always said. It never hides my cock though, its too tight. Anyway, i was kneeling in the middle of the room in those panties, because I am your little cock-sucking slut. It hardly fits on me because of my hard-on, and it is already wet from precum. All I could think is the present you mentioned in the phone: "Get ready, my sweet little slut Im there in an hou! I have got a nice little present for my nasty

VictorVivian... dammit she had to get it straight in her mind. Fuck what her body looked like, she still couldnt help thinking of herself as a woman. The only time she really thought of herself as a man was when she fantasized about fucking Brenda, bending the trampy slut over the copier machine and raping her. Not that it would be rape... out of everyone in the office Brenda was the only one in a position to notice the changes that Vivian had gone through on her way to becoming "Victor" would she ever get used to that? And yet she

The doctor opened the door, chart in hand. Upon first glimpsing her patient, her breath got caught in her throat. The patient was years old, blonde, lovely, and rather large-breasted. She was sitting quietly on the examination table, wearing a hospital gown. "Doctor, whats wrong?" Jane realized she had been standing frozen in the doorway for about ten seconds. "Oh, uh, nothing. Sorry." The patient Christi, according to her chart relaxed again.

Then I dropped a little lower, flicking it with my tongue sending shivers through as her chest. She jumped at the action and rose into my mouth. Taking the cue, I dove into it, and the tempo of things rose back to the animalistic desires from the night before. Those same hands that were running through my hair just moments before were now dug into my scalp pulling me into her breast, suffocating me with it,

I heard her get the drinks from my fridge, but when we came back she had the bottles in one hand, and the bag from the store in the other. She handed me my drink, set the bag down, and we drank our drinks, holding and caressing each other. When we had finished, she put our empty bottles next to the other two, grabbed the bag in one hand, my hand in the other, and started walking. "Where are we going?" "To the bedroom," she said, and she handed me the bag as we went. When we got there, she released my hand, and went and lay on my bed under the covers.

The table is set for a nice romantic dinner for , complete with wine-glasses.... a nice vase of roses at the tables center...a very sensual scene. You walk in the door from work and look around, not expecting someone to be waiting for you..... but, instead.. you find me! Dressed in a teddy of red lace that reveals more than it could possibly conceal, I sit in a chair at one side of the table, a glass of white wine raised to my soft lips.

I have noticed more recently that men seem to have an attraction to breasts as if they were bright, shiny objects. I can hear several of you muttering now, "well, DUH!". And believe me, its not that I havent noticed it before, but that I notice it more. Must be something in the air. On a recent outing with my sister to a local hot spot okay, so it was her st birthday and I wanted to get drunk! I realized that as the weather

This happened to me while I was going to college. I was in a class with two sisters. I would kid around with them a lot, and one day they invited to their rented house that was next to the campus. Once inside, we talked about the class we were in and also life in general. After a little bit, they asked me if I wanted to do something kinky with them. Being a red blooded American male, I said sure, and they had me take off my clothes.

Get up Jenni. She stood a little shakily and waited obediently for her next command. Sally, get up from the couch and lay on the floor on your back. She swung her legs around and searched for the floor. The blindfold was doing its job admirably. Slowly and uncertainly, she complied. I knelt beside her and then told her she was going to swallow Trevors spunk. "I... I dont.

It was late, I was tired, all I wanted was a cold beer. I was sick of this conference, ready to go home. Home wasnt great, but it was better than this bloody job. I entered the hotel bar and ordered a Heineken. Then my eye caught something, and my fatigue fell away. She was gorgeous, sitting there, playing on the piano. Her dress was low cut and clung to her stunning curves, highlighting exquisite breasts.