Ashley’s broad smile and wide eyes took in the visage of the monstrous organ. Nibbling at her lower lip she giggled and said, “I’m not making fu... of you Skipper, but you must have clubbed a few girls into submission with THAT thing.”Having sucked Sandler’s cock earlier in the day she thought Greg’s was big, but Skip’s looked so much larger. She wondered if she could get it into her mouth, not to mention her pussy. She remembered how tight Greg’s cock felt inside her.Chuckling, Skip was taken by. The way he was continuously looking at me seemed that he had never seen a woman like me. He held me from the back and pulled me close to himself. Now he starts to move his right thumb over my lips, slowly looking into my eyes. His movement on my lips gets harder, and his hold on me becomes stronger.Then he starts getting close to my lips with his own and then finally kisses me. I was already wet from inside and wanted him to tear my clothes and get in. But his slow movement made me hornier. He. " "What would you suggest, Phoebe?" "Ma'am is good. Vague enough to not be overt, yet strong enough to show the respect she should be giving you." "Slut, from now on you shall only address me as Ma'am, is that understood," Ashleigh said. "Yes, Ma'am," I replied obediently. "Let's order some pizza," Ashleigh suggested, "I'm famished. We can wax her disgusting cunt after we eat." When the buzzer rang announcing the arrival of the pizza , I was told to buzz the delivery boy in, and. Yet , I fuss about him not fucking my pussy enough, not licking it or tongue kissing me has become too much of an issue for me to handle so i convinced myself that i didn't need it. {this is the shameful story of how i became an addicted sex maniac for another man. not my boyfriend -.-I'll try my best to tell it and keep it short so plz enjoy i guess}It worked fine. Until...One day I went to orientation at work, A warehouse, however the dress-code was pretty loose enough; so i could wear.