Not just a cock, but a nice, fat cock that was attached to the nice body of a sweet, good looking guy. I had imagined it countless times, but the real...thing was way better than anything my imagination was able to come up with.I never really knew I would actually enjoy servicing a cock as much as I was enjoying this. As I was licking and kissing on Brad’s cock, I began to realize what the driving force behind my fantasizing about being a girl and being with a guy really was. Girls always gave me. So, I had resort to newspaper clippings of heroines and porn stars or imagine wild fantasies of them in my mind to satisfy myself. Soon this got boring. I needed real life women to think and masturbate upon. Masturbating on celebrities was stupid fantasy. Masturbating on women whom I had met and who knew me was a precursor to reality. There was even a ray of hope it could happen in reality and I would be prepared for it.The first time I undertook this endeavor, I thought about my beautiful. “I saw your pics all dressed up. Put something on.” His voice was gruff, commanding. I obeyed.“Now, act girly.” I had no idea how, so I wiggled, twirled, walked and slumped my shoulders in deference. “You suck ok, but you need to practice on the girly part. Come here,” pointing at the bed next to him. Then he kissed me, hard, long, lots of strong tongue action. I kissed back and felt his hand on my swollen cock. I thought he would suck me, but he squeezed, a little hard. “Did I say you could. Gerade als sie dachte, sie würde sch wieder einigermaßen fangen, berührte ein Finger ihr nacktes Schulterblatt. Jule zuckte leicht zusammen. "Alles in Ordnung bei Ihnen? Ich heiße übrigens Valerie. Und das ist Stefano, mein Assistent", woraufhin dieser freundlich nickte."Ja, ja. Alles gut. Mir geht's gut. Ich bin Juliane. Ihr könnt mich Jule nennen. Das dürfen alle Freunde.", stotterte sie."Oh, Freunde. Und dutzen dürfen wir auch? Nicht schlecht!", Stefano grinste breit.Jule beschloss, in ihrem.