Like at work for example. Lots of men there. I’m a graduate trainee at a large company and all the guys in my department fancy me like crazy. They a...e forever ogling! They can’t help themselves. I know that every single one of them would love to fuck me. They dream of fucking me. But they can dream on because I am not available. I have a dishy boyfriend a few years older than me who is extremely well endowed and spoils me rotten in bed. He’s filthy rich too, if you must know. We live together. Glad that she had shaved her legs yesterday, she got out and lotioned her body. Upon returning to her room, she noticed Kev sitting on her bed. “Been told to get you ready,” he said, simply. Bemused, she let him lead her to the bed, where he had her get to her hands and knees. Her pussy, clearly visible in this position, gaped open, and her tiny asshole flinched, as a cool breeze drifted past it. Her heart pounded. What was he going to do? Kev rummaged around, before pushing her chest to the. Jerking himself in front of her, he felt whole, essential. Inside him, the empty place filled with his humiliation, and he groaned with the comforting lack of void. “That’s good, boy, stroke you cock for me. Show me how much you want this.”He sighed loudly in response, and she laughed at him. The derision chilled and warmed him. He watched her feet move, change position, adjust her weight. He heard the rustling of clothing above his eyesight, mingling with the sound of his hand stroking his. I've never even thought about another girl. But when you told me to lick you, I just couldn't help myself, especially after I got started," she said.I looked at her and smiled, "Well, I hate to correct you, but you're a dyke now. You're my dyke only, but still a dyke."She looked at me, startled.I continued, "However, dyke isn't a very flattering term, because when I think of that word I think of butch, aggressive women, but you? You're beautiful."Her face blushed, looking so adorably cute with.