She’d jumped, lightly, the first time his finger had slid along her skin, testing, as he’d adjusted her cuffs after being bathed. Her eyes had met...his, briefly, with no trace of fear, and his cock had throbbed, hard and insistent when she hadn’t recoiled, hadn’t flinched. He’d wanted, right then and there, to take her. Shove her to her knees, toss her to her back, fill her mouth, her body with him and pound out his desire for her, spill inside of her instead of in his own hand. Sweating,. I couldn’t take my eyes from the sight. Dorothea gripped me rather tightly and stroked me very slowly. My breathing was deep and I made a conscious effort to slow it down. “Oh, that feels good, Mistress, thank you.” “Do you run your thumb over the tip of your cock like this when you play with yourself, boy?” Dorothea asked. “Yes, Mistress, I do.” “Does it feel better when I do it for you or when you do it yourself?” Dorothea’s tone had a teasing, condescending lilt that enhanced the erotic. Taking pictures of myself fantasizing about being a girl and what type of guys I would like and what I want them to do to me .After years of doing this I have worked out what really turns me on and off, this story is my fav fantasy .I'm very submissive when I dress up as a girl ,i want to be man handled ,to feel a mans smooth muscles ,the strength of a large black man .He would be over six foot tall very sexy and very dominant .He likes me wearing very sexy outfits ,platform heels basically. I still couldn’t believe the situation I was in, but I was determined not to question it. “I think Melanie is going to cry if she doesn’t get his cock soon,” Alana giggled. Melanie pouted again and Ashley came over to whisper something in Alana’s ear. “Ok,” Alana grinned wildly. “You can have his cock right now. Under one condition.” Melanie looked at them worriedly. “You have to get anally fucked by Ashley with a strap-on at the same time,” Alana revealed the wicked plan. Melanie turned a.