XV. Dressed He had never put on women's clothing before. He was unsure where to start. The white garter, he supposed. As he was pulling it up to his waist, and ascertaining exactly how it worked, Mistress Wendy pulled the camera over towards the bed. "You love the little outfit I've brought you, don't you slut," she said. "Yes, Mistress," he said, "I har...
Jodi is in my arms. Hugging Her makes me happy that I am a man. As I look into her light blue eyes, I see both sweet vulnerability and undeniable strength. The nape of her neck is smooth and my lips trace the slope up to her ear lobes, which I softly suck. Her DD boobs press against me. My chest cops a feel in place of my hands. I wonder which bra she is w...
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Astrid looked down and saw herself dressed in a long dark red dress. It was quite low cut revealing her luscious cleavage. Her dark brown hair was hanging loose with bouncy curls. Her big brown eyes widened as she saw all these beautiful people going into an elegant looking nightclub. She slowly walked in the building feeling her legs shaking and her stoma...
"Corn fed." That's what they had called her. Like the heifers Mr. McDermitt raised back home. Emma shook her head. She knew she wasn't ultra sleek like the models in the magazines and on the T V, but Lester had told her that wouldn't matter. Lester had said the agency would like her big titties, her full, round ass. 'Course, Lester said all sorts of nice thi...
Maria was a mere twenty years old, but she possessed the poise of someone many years her elder. She had experienced a “relationship” here and there, but nothing significant enough that she could consider herself weathered in the area of romance. Even so, she had suffered heartbreaks and even had caused some. She was a confident, intelligent, beauty with a pe...
("A Boy Named Samantha" is yet another true episode in the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance.") I'm sure everyone who has attended a high school reunion has been shocked for one reason or another. Some people change dramatically and lives take directions no one ever would have predicted. My fi...
My name is Christina Campion, Chrissie to my friends and Champion to everyone else. My family moved to the States from Brazil when I was thirteen, and I was thrust into sports immediately. My Mom thought it would help me make friends, my father knew better though. Sports didn't make me any friends, but they made me a winner. I've dominated at everything I've...
Lauren was on her back below me. A sheen of sweat on her forehead; her dark curly hair going in every direction. Her gentle moans had morphed into raw ragged grunts as I pushed into her pussy. The bed gently knocked against the wall from the force of our fucking. I was close to cumming, but wasn't quite ready to finish our session. I needed something to tak...
He cradled her ass in his strong hands as her wet lips mashed against his. In reaching up to circle his broad shoulders, her tight white office shirt came undone. She kissed him hungrily, having first flirted then brushed up against him at the office throughout the week. At one point she was bending over to get a document from the collated drawer on the prin...