I mean, with due respect to the various authors submitting their stories here, I feel that they are more artificial than real, following a mechanical ...et of sequences and monotonous montages. Trust me, the reality is more complex and weird than what we could pen down in our stories; but that is where our imaginations and fantasies reign supreme: we can twist and bend reality in our minds to satisfy our desires.Ladies, preferably in their early 20s, you can reach me at , and tell me how good my. However, she was also a little excited as well.The way he had looked her up and down had got her excited and turned-on all at the same time.Five minutes later he came out of the bathroom, he was now dressed in a nice white silk shirt and a pair of black trousers.He once again smiled at her.Samantha now nervously smiled back at him.He now slipped on a pair of black leather shoes.He now started to put on his tie.He now seemed to be having a lot of trouble tieing his tie.Samantha now got up off. That last part I am guessing is because my mother is blonde. Many psychology classes have tried to convince me of that last one. What I’ve said being true did not change the fact that sometimes a sweaty attractive woman looks that much better when sweat is making things look a bit more… festive, I guess is the way to put it mildly. She walked in just as the last students exited the room and I was like a deer stuck in the headlights. Literally! Her “upper body” was looking particularly. I could feel my ass getting red. Then they switched positions and the other guy finger fucked me and the spankings continued but this time with a belt. I could feel the welts on my ass with every crack of the belt. Then the spankings stopped and I was told to get on my knees. I knew what this meant as the two guys stood on front of me waiting for a blow job. I'm great at blow jobs but I didn't get a chance as they totally fucked me in the mouth shoving their cocks down my throat. Their dicks.