I glanced back over at her crotch and saw that the small wet spot had grown into a large, rather messy puddle. I removed my arm from behind her head, ...eleasing her tit, and brought it directly into her lap. Welcoming it, she spread her legs even more as I slid my fingers over the soaking wet center of her pussy. 'Ahhhhh, god, yes, yyyyyes....Ooooooh....' I pulled the crotch of her panties over to the side and started rubbing her warm wet cunt. 'Mmmmmm!' She was jerking me fairly hard now; and. It all sounded wonderful to me. It sounded like i wasnt alone in wanting these things and that i finally had a play partner, a sex buddy, who would use me for all the purposes id always wished to be used. He would pimp me out, id be his mistress whore. So thats how the name pimped out mistress originated. This is where our adventures started. That was six years ago. We are still adding to our adventures, we are still fulfilling fantasies of mine and of men we find along the way. During. .I can only describe it as massive. He was cut, 11 inches long at minimum and as thick as my wrist (he made my dick look like a toy). I took Sean's head into my mouth to get used to him, but his massive hands forced his manhood down my throat where I deep-throated him while he face-fucked me. Having this black guy dominate my mouth was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced sexually.This face-fuck/deep-throat session was so hot I forgot to stroke my own dick, all I wanted was to. Slips, half-slips, nighties, tights, stockings, girdles, panty girdles and corsets were all the same. My cock would be stroked and pounced until I shot my load – but not into the catalogue to make sure that my “habit” wasn’t found out.After a few months of looking at lingerie, I eventually got into fashion pages. An array of dresses and skirts, blouses and tops, and knitwear that all seemed to shout at me. Gradually I took and interest started to admire what looked nice on these models. I don’t.