This afternoon was a perfect example. She’d been mad to walk around outside in a dress and no underwear and not expect something like that to occur, though it was more the fact she had the buttplug in when it happened that had made her so embarrassed. Not that she thought the youths that accosted her had seen anything other than her butt cheeks anyway, and being approached like that was obviously a worst case scenario. Or it could have been, if Trevor didn’t step in. She shook her head and put the thought out of her mind. Setting aside indian the implied threat of sexual assault if she runs into the wrong people in public, what was the big hangup about nudity anyway? In some of the more risqué party games at university she felt like guys tried to goad girls into flashing them because they felt like it gave them something over the girls, like by seeing their tits or asses it gave them some kind of power. Realistically, Tegan reasoned in her completely silent mental argument with herself, the girls were the ones with the power. The guys were the ones begging and pleading and manipulating and cajoling just to get a glimpse of areola. For some reason this worked even on the girls – they’d play act that they were shy and go red in the face when they lifted their shirts or finally lost their bras during a game of strip poker or truth or dare, and this only encouraged the guys who got off on their vulnerability. She wondered, if girls just walked around topless all the time, would guys eventually get bored with it? Maybe the act was all part of the game, the girls pretending they’re losing out so the guys keep trying to win. Well shit, she’d just convinced herself she should actually put some clothes on after all. She wondered if the same logic applied to sex. The last few days had resulted in a fair amount of fucking, not to mention the kinky stuff. She wondered how much of that was driven purely by sexual frustration, three single guys living with a single girl, probably thinking about her with their hard dicks in their hands every night for months, never even trying to make a move until suddenly she makes the mother of all moves and says “hey boys, here I am, come and get it”. If she kept being available would they get bored? Surely not. With her last boyfriend they’d been going at it like rabbits for months. Granted in a relationship sex wasn’t exactly free – there was a certain emotional component you have to maintain to keep the other person interested. Here there was no such requirement… what would they replace that with? Increasingly kinky sexual experimentation, probably. She secretly hoped. On that topic she had the opposite of a shopping list to write. She flipped to a fresh page and wrote “NO-NO LIST”, dotting the I with a little heart, then underlining it twice. Blond hair falling gently over soft skin. The headset was tight on her, her lips stretched around the cock shaped gag filling her mouth as another helping of chemicals hormones and artificial cum were pumped and eagerly swallowed, feeding her freshly grown 32D breasts. The mixture had both stripped her of any strength she may once have had and repurposed her flesh for more suitable areas. All body hair was removed save a small blonde patch above her locked and steadily dripping gold chastity cage. The large dildo slid rapidly in and out of her ass, a plastic lover but a lover still, for what must have been days now she had been in this small room alone and fucking herself senseless, the stink of cum was again waking her cock and it strained helplessly in the cage, the pain and frustration aroused her and the precum drooled out. The headset was suddenly dead, it was only moments later when she heard a voice call out that she realised the moaning was her own. “I said that’s enough Slut.” Pain shot through her as the collar around her neck began to shock her. “Dumb slut. The fun’s over, your Master’s waiting.” The woman sighed, and the collar sent another shock. “That one was for making me wait. Clean her up and bring her to the viewing room, and don’t fuck around. The guests are waiting and I want them to see my new product as much as possible before the meeting begins.” “Hai (Yes).” The sound of Doctor Smiths high heels echoed through the small room as she left the other girl to deal with the new sissy. “Sooooo, looks like you were having fuuuun, I really want to see how good a fuck you are but as Mistress said, we don’t have time to play just yet.” The headset was slowly removed, and as the sissy regained her sight she saw Ona staring back at her. Her soft hair brushed against the sissy, it smelled Hardcore like strawberries. They can make love to each other. Slow down with her and take a look at what she's got." We’ve waited long enough.” she cooed in Hardcore my ear, as she started licking the ear, then my neck. Adam looks at Laura “You would wish to be my sex slave? Don’t just cover up for Carson because he’s lazy.” Jenna said. They then rolled into each other’s arms with their bodies feeling a full length hug each. Then I'd hidden it away, so I saw this as a chance to re-invent myself. I can hear every beat it makes. I was so close to cumming. Carefully lifting the edge, the older sibling eased herself beneath the cover and reached for her sister’s crotch… I step to her and put my arms around her and hug her tightly. When I was in my mid-twenties I had a history-professor at university What was he thinking? I felt my cock soften and eventually slip out. “No, we’re fine. The big one told you who you would play with (who ever it pointed to) and each small one had body parts. My heart skipped a beat. “Just take good care of her. I'm not complaining though. As the three of us entered the private dining room, I marveled that the damn thing was nicer than my apartment. I rammed forward into her hard, my ovaries brimming with another load of cum. She sighed and asked, "How far would you have let him go?" I locked my lips on hers again and sought out her tongue, as I started slowly pumping in and out of her. “He ain’t gonna help you is he. “I can’t think why you never tried to seduce me before,” Miriam announced when he finished. “Ah. As I caressed her indian boobs, she moaned and closed her eyes, eventually pulling my head down to one tit. She focuses on me and smiles, shutting her eyes again. Marie Tim is a virgin even though he's 18 so I thought who better to break him in than you." Me - That's good to hear. Tammy hesitated, seeing the woman’s outstretched hand. Bob chuckled. “I can't believe we're doing this, Melody,” Becky said as she stepped out of her jeans, her shoes coming off in the process. Ask him to give the position to someone else. Jill walked over and joined in the kiss. She shivered every time she made eye contact. I could feel my juices making my inner thighs wet as I meekly followed them as they walked arm in arm into a large barn like building. Grandma is pinching and pulling her nipples as he moves his cock in and out.