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  • Smiling brightly into the camera, she stood up on her knees, placing her hands on top of her firm breasts. She pressed them together, jiggling them slightly before cupping each of them with a strong squeeze. “Mmm, yeah, you like my big tits, don’t you, RJ?” Her hands trailed lower, and she glanced down when they reached her panty line. Looking back into the camera, she bit her lip as she hooked her thumbs into the waist girl fuck her hand band of her underwear. She slowly pulled them down then, giggling, released them, leaving her pussy still covered. She giggled and placed the crook of one index finger in her mouth. Yes, this girl certainly had a healthy future in porn if she wanted it. “Are you a breast girl, RJ?” she spun on her knees, her ass now facing the camera. “Or are you an ass girl?” Her left hand supporting herself against the bed, she brought her right hand down sharply against her ass cheek. She slapped herself twice more, her right ass cheek flushed red. “I bet you want to leave your handprints all over my juicy ass, don’t you?” She switched hands, her right hand holding her up while she spanked herself with her left now. “Yeah, is that what you want?” She spanked herself again, harder. “You like the sound of that?” Harder still. “Do you want to punish your bad little girl?” Times must have changed since I graduated high school. I hadn’t had much luck with women back then, but I had friends, and I heard stories, and none of those stories ever sounded anything like Rachel did now. “Don’t worry,” she said, turning back around and cupping her breasts. “I can be a good girl for you, too. Do you like these? Uh huh, you like these tits?” She leaned forward, the camera staring down the deep ravine of her cleavage now, whispering conspiratorially into the camera. “You can tell me. It’s not a secret, I see you staring at me during class. You probably haven’t learned a thing all year in chem, have you? Always trying to get a peak down my shirt?” She sat back up, still rubbing her hands over her breasts. She looked to her left, then her right, then back into the camera. “Now that we’re alone, I think I can tell you my secret.” She tugged at the half-cups of her bra, pulling tiny chicks get fucked the fabric down but leaving her clenched hands covering her nipples. “You see, I’ve never been able to tell you, but…” She leaned forward again, speaking directly tiny girl gets huge dick into the camera like she was whispering directly into his ear, “I liked it.” She reached her arms up and slid them through the shoulder straps of her bra, leaving it clasped around her body for now. “It makes me so wet to know you’re watching me, fantasizing about me. I can’t wait to get home and touch myself.” Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra, letting it slide off her and land at her feet. She pressed eat her feet her breasts together again, jiggling them up and fuck surprize her down for the camera. “I go home and imagine your hands all over me.” Pinching her nipples elicited a throaty moan from her. “Oooh, RJ. Do you think about me, too? I know you want to slide your big, hard cock up in between these, don’t you? Are you hard for me right now? Mmm, I want your cock so bad. I want to wrap my big titties around your cock. Make you cum. Ahhhhhhhhh, oh yes! Do you like that? If I ever saw her again, I’d eat her feet make sure to compare notes with her. Michael moved down to kiss her neck again, while moving his hands down her back to unhook her bikini top. god, this is too hot!!!" he pulled back and thrusted into me again, fuck surprize her now pushing my head onto him with both hands. “You were masturbating tiny girl gets huge dick like a madman while he was fucking me. Strands of his pubic hair came in my mouth, and to my surprise, I was not feeling the disgust anymore. But I have no hope to give to her. I promise it will never happen again. “Lace, what are-” Hiked it up. I get done cumming and lay my tiny chicks get fucked toys on the bed. Coop grabbed my hand and we danced for everyone, my long gown flowing as we spun and moved effortlessly around the arena. You will address me as “Master” or I will punish girl fuck her hand you.
  • I hurriedly closed the curtain and dressed. Claire was chatting excitedly about her purchases as we made our way back to Brian’s car but I was hardly listening. All I could think of was the sticky wet feeling between my legs, my racing pulse and the lust in Brian’s eyes when he was looking at my naked tits. By unspoken agreement Brian and I managed to ensure that we dropped Claire off first at her mothers house, Brain would then take me home and then join her. Parked outside my flat the tension in the car was electric. He turned to say something but I didn’t give him the chance, my lips were glued to him and my tongue was half way down his throat in a flash. He wasted no time in responding enthusiastically and was soon mauling my big tits. I felt a button on my blouse pop as he forced his hand inside my blouse and under my bra. His fingers found a hard nipple and began to squeeze “You really want it don’t you?” he muttered. I don’t know what would have happened but his mobile went. It was Claire telling him to hurry up. With a wry smile he let me out of the car, whispering “Maybe another time.” as he gave my boobs a last grope. I staggered into the flat and dropped my bags onto the floor, leaning back against the door my legs were like jelly. There was a roaring sound as the blood pounded in my head. I felt dizzy and sick and more turned on than I had ever been before in my life. Closing my eyes I could still feel his hands on me, taste his lips, and smell his aftershave. I don’t know how long I stood there in my rapture – seconds, minuets, hours, I don’t know – but suddenly I knew what I needed and I lurched towards the bedroom pulling my clothes off along the way. Blouse and bra were soon gone, my skirt I just pulled up so I could get my sodden knickers off as my shaking hands found my other Brian, my plastic surrogate Brian. Flopping back onto the bed I spread my legs obscenely wide and with two hands buried ‘Brian’ deep inside my dripping cunt. As a titanic orgasm broke over me I almost believed that it was the real Brian stretching me, thrusting and twisting remorselessly inside me, I could almost feel his breath on my face, feel his heart beating against mine, feel his skin getting slick with sweat as he fucked me. A second orgasm followed the first and I was on autopilot as I turned the toy to it’s highest setting, feeling the thrusting and twisting turning my pussy to jelly as I clamped my thighs tight around it and began pulling and twisting my throbbing nipples, my mind racing as I thought of all the things we would do together. At some point I must have turned off “Brian” and fallen asleep, because waking with a start a while later the sun had gone down and I was lying naked on my bed. In my half awake state I almost believed for a second that the real Brian tiny girl gets huge dick eat her feet had been there with me, that the wet patch was our fluids, not just mine. Then I felt the toy snuggled up against my thigh and I remembered what had happened. With a deep sigh I got up and went to the bathroom, used the loo and thought about having a shower. Even though it had only been his hands that had touched me I didn’t want the memory to fade too quickly so I just wrapped myself in my soft white robe and went into the kitchen where I poured myself a huge glass of wine before snuggling down onto my sofa. As I sipped my wine and reflected on the day I knew I was going to have the real Brian’s cock soon or die in the attempt. My mobile was lying on the floor along with most of the contents of my handbag, cast aside in my haste to get to the bedroom and I could see that there was a message. It was from Claire thanking me for all my help with her shopping and reminding me that there was only one week to go and that she would see me again on Wednesday for drinks along with her other close friends. And then it struck me. If there was one night when Claire would be out of the way and wouldn’t ask where Brian was it would be on Thursday, he was doing exactly the same with his friends. Quickly flicking through my contacts I found the number I was looking for. Wes was Brian’s best mate and best man and had organised the stag weekend they had spent in Amsterdam. He had told me that they fuck surprize her would still be having a ‘bit of a party’ in the week before the wedding in Brian’s local as “It’s traditional, and anyway, any excuse!” I had met Wes quite a few times and he was very similar to Brian, in both looks and personality. If Brian was a ‘10’ then Wes was an ‘8’ going on for ‘9’ and I felt sure that he would leap at the suggestion I was going tiny chicks get fucked to make. He answered after a couple of rings and after the usual pleasantries I asked about Thursday night. He said that it was going to be fairly quiet, just half a dozen of them having a few beers and them maybe going for a curry. I said that I thought that Brian deserved a little more on his last night of freedom. Wes was a little put out by this and started to sound defensive, explaining that they had been to Amsterdam and that it was work the next day etc… “Anyway, have you got any better ideas then?” he asked “How about a stripper?” I said Wes laughed “Oh he’d love girl fuck her hand that but Claire would go mad if she found out!” “She doesn’t have to find out.” I said “There are only a few of you, all close mates and I know that The George (Brian’s local) has a small function room upstairs, you could use that.” There was a silence before he conceded that it was possible and that it would be a great surprise and that Brian would love it. Then the obvious objection. “Where am I going to get a stripper at such short notice, it would have to be someone decent, not some desperate housewife toping up her bingo money.” You in there?” Arthur Johnson pops his head in the shed. She sat back down, waving whatever she’d fetched at the camera quickly and started chatting again. “Well, hello,” I said matter of factly. “Please, please, breed me.” You ride my tiny chicks get fucked cock until my tiny girl gets huge dick breathing starts to quicken then you lift your body up letting my cock fall out of you, again slapping roughly against my abdomen. “Honestly? At least he wasn't making Mandy clean off his shit-covered dick. “From memory” I added. I served, lobbing the shuttlecock over the net. I confessed. “’Counseling’?” Dott blurted. When she got to eat her feet girl fuck her hand the light she saw a cop sitting opposite her waiting on the same light. I grinned out fuck surprize her at them. Burying the 10 inch dildo, her legs straightened out, and up, and she watched as the cum dribbled out of her pussy. I had not heard. “Pussy only”, She said, “master said my ass is for him only” Three more orgasms hit me quite quickly; fortunately I was on my back at the time so there was no chance of injury.