Moaning, she threw herself into the task, and the effects upon me were overwhelming. I began to throb, and (I must confess) the pressure upon the back...of her head shifted from "pet" to "Press" She moaned again, and she took her off hand, and pressed my hands upon her head, as if driving her throat down my cock with my hand. I took the suggestion, and began to press, and pull upon her head, as if to suggest pacing, and depth, to her fellatio. She moaned, louder, and released the base of my cock,. Well those erotic images of Wendy-whore servicing a never-ending paradeof anonymous cocks got me fantasizing about what it would be like to besomebody's personal sissy slut. Perhaps it was the beer that had subduedmy inhibitions, or perhaps it was a deep-seated fantasy that finallybubbled to the surface--whatever it was, the woman in those kinkypictures turned me on so much that I had several of the best orgasms ofmy life while thinking about her.By coincidence, I had also just met a dominant. "He hauled me halfway across town on the back of a motorcycle. I was stark naked under a dinky raincoat, with the wind blowing right up my crotch and the bike bumping and bouncing and shaking me. I had to hang onto him to keep from getting jounced off. My tits were bumping and jiggling against his back so my nipples were getting all rubbed up and hot. I was so excited by the time we got here I would have taken on Frankenstein." Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster," Mike corrected. I tried to have fun, but I heard her yelling something to her friends and some words were really offensive. She wasn’t a lady at all and it’s sad, as most younger women I have seen are more or less like her. They drink, yell, act like they own the whole universe and have zero respect for others. I just tried to forget about her, but it was hard as she made so much noise, that everyone noticed her.I had several drinks and I felt like it was enough for me, but guys kept me there and tried to get.