Stephanie could almost hear the man chuckle.Again, she felt something press at her sex and again she tried in vain to impale herself onto it. The stra...ger just teased her with it; mocking her needs to relieve herself of this whirlpool of pleasure that was churning within her. This time, however, she did not try to thrust back hoping that he would do something more.Stephanie felt the very tip of the tool brush lightly against her desire-swollen lips. Then she felt the tool buzz alive, sending a. I almost fell off my bike when she opened the passenger door and leaned in to switch off the key and kill the music, causing her tight butt to rise into the air.Ladykiller, that was her nickname for me. She often told me how good looking I was and that the girls at my school would soon be lining up to go out with me. Valerie also added that, when I turned eighteen, I better look her up so she could teach me a few things. Her mother responded by barking her name in an embarrassed tone at her. I've never known what I wanted to do with my life. Sure there's things I've been interested in and even tried to pursue through college education, but there was nothing I was ever REALLY good enough at. Through all the ups and downs, there was one thing I always thought I might be good enough at, and that was being a breeder. But not just any breeder, no. I had so many fantasies of being taken by some strange alien race, held down on a bed by tentacles and being bred repeatedly by these. I did, of course, but it was not very satisfying.He was also prudish, insisting that we turn the lights out and never wanting to do it in any position but "missionary." Other kinds of sex were out of the question. He pulled away if I tried to give him blow jobs and would not let me draw his hand down to finger me. I didn't even dare suggest he go down on me; it would have freaked him completely!And although he would attend prim and proper business events with me, he would not let me dress him.