His hands are soft and his nails perfectly trimmed. His fingers are long and bony, yet have a very graceful elegance to them. He wears an old ring bel...nging to an old relative on his right index. More soft, perfect, unbroken skin. Compared to his, my hands are stubby and dirty, now that I realise. The skin around each and every one of my fingernails is torn. Some are even on the verge of bleeding. It’s a nervous habit of mine. If I agree to this, it’ll all be over. This perfect moment we’re. “Turn over,” I ordered her. “Lay on your back.” She did so with no hesitation. Now it was my turn to straddle her. I took my cock in my hand and began to pump it as I lowered myself to her. Greedily, she opened her mouth taking in nearly my entire sack. From there, she moaned like a whore as she sucked my balls. I felt on hand reach between my legs and apply just the slightest pressure to my recently pleasured asshole. Her other hand reached down to press three of her own fingers into her. Surprised at how powerful she was, I was easily turned around. She held me firmly with one hand and opened a desk drawer with the other. Soon I felt something hard and slick pushing into me, and she said, “There’s no let involved, just taking what I want.” She soon had her vibrator deep within me, and the vibrations soon had me hard again. She then turned me around and knelt before me. She put her breasts around my cock and fucked me as I fucked them. “Give me a big load, my boy.” I stared into. Lingerie that covered but accentuated the most important parts of my anatomy. And black stockings that stopped just short of the tops of my legs and framed that V between my legs. I had transformed myself into an object of sexual fantasy and desire. I began to imagine that when my date sees me like this he will be aroused like never before because standing before him will be a mature, sexy white woman with a look that says I need and want to be fucked by a real man. Here I am... I’m yours.