It was a tremendous turn-on feeling the sexual power I had over these guys. I was concerned about precaution since I'm not on the pill and am relying ...n my diaphragm as the only means of birth control.I could only hold on for dear life as I urged each one of these studs on by whimpering encouragement with each chance I had,wanting the excitement to build into the pending intense orgasmic oblivion I knew would be only a short time in starting. When the night was over and the last man's weapon. You haven’t let me cum in weeks, albeit your teasing messages have been relentless; I am desperate to see you. I fantasise about you often. In truth, it’s all I think about. Your birthday is nearly here, and I keep drifting into sub-space thinking about finally seeing you... We meet in the hotel bar. You know how much I’ve wanted to see you. How desperate I’ve been to feel your touch and how keen I am to please you. You take advantage of the control you have over me, making me sit opposite you. My panties were soaking wet and I was exhausted by the end of it. I was so into the whole thing that I didn’t notice I had to leave for class. I immediately packed up my stuff and left. I didn’t need to wait for my wet stain to dry since I was wearing the skirt.The next day, I was sitting outside on a bench and I saw a different girl. I knew her name was Lauren, but I had never met her or spoken to her. She was absolutely gorgeous; she was tall, blonde, and had blue eyes and D cups. She looked. "Are you wet slut?"She smiled playfully, "Yes my darling Master." Well get that damn kimono off and get yourself to our bedroom slut."The kimono slipped effortlessly off her shoulders immediately forgotten, leaving Debbie naked except for her white stockings. Her breasts swayed as she jumped from her knees to her feet and practically ran to our room, her soft sexy ass wiggling delightfully.When pregnant she wanted, no make that 'needed', my cock even more than I wanted to give it to her.I.