I fantasized about what it would be like constantly, and when I fucked my new girlfriend I wondered what it was like to be fucked instead of being the...one doing the fucking. I'm bisexual and my sexual DNA is overwhelmingly straight so I knew that I wouldn't have - and I didn't want to have - too many gay encounters. So I took my time and waited until I met a guy who I was really hot for. And who also was really hot for me. Mutual lust is what makes a fuck a hot fuck and I wanted every one of. But then I felt that hand pulling my skirt up. I was frightened & pushed off that hand. But again after sometime that hand started caressing my ass & now it was putting its finger in my ass crack from over my skirt. Once again I brushed off that hand but that person after some time started it again. I was in such a position that I could not do anything nor could I say anything. Taking this as my positive response that hand now pulled my skirt up & made its way in my panties from back. That. A thong, though the word didn’t adequately describe it, was faintly visible against her skin. It disappeared into Jana’s ass. Lucy was breathing hard as she struggled to hold back. Her body had other ideas however as the pace of her pumping intensified. Strangely, though, Jana’s cock wasn’t visible, she expected to see it with the same timing as that heavenly side boob. ‘Do you know what else is great?’ ‘Mmmrrr?’ Was all Lucy could manage. ‘Having people cum on me. A thick load that just. Do you want to live in this house? Do you want to move closer to one of your daughters? Do you want any of these toys? What do you want? What would make you happy?”She slipped off my lap and kneeled in front of me. She put her head on the ground and her arms out in front of her. She was crying. “I want a sir. I don’t care about a house or car or even being whipped or bound. I just want to belong to someone. I want to be taken care of.”“Do you need to be fucked or just belong to someone? Does it.