I love having sex. Nothing pleases me more than a good fucking. Fucking beyond all belief. I have great big tits, double Ds. Plus I've got a small frame so they look even more impressive. I work out regularly, just to keep in shape for my partners.nnOf course I don't build up too much muscle; after all I don't want to intimidate any of them. I just keep my skin well toned and my body tight. Although I still get guys just because of my face. It is absolutely beautiful, if I do say so myself.nnI like guys of all sizes. Even short guys can still feel bigger than me. I'm only about five feet tall so most of my female lovers tower over me as well. When they feel like they are imposing, they fuck you better than when they are intimidated.nnI like doing lots of men and women at the same time. I once took thirteen guys and nine women all in one night. I love sucking a guy's dick, and I just love the reward God gives me for it. Man cream down my throat, I love it. I love eating pussy too, especially with heaps of people watching.nnI love pleasing others, but I'm also quite happy to be the centre of attention.
Glancing at the bed table clock, she realised that she'd have to hurry if she wasn?t going to be late. Unfortunately, now that she was entrapped by his creation, she knew it'd take a while to finish dressing.nnThe stockings weren't a problem, attaching them to the garters was however. The stockings pulled on the garter, the garter on her labia. In her already aroused state, the increased pull was pleasant, but only just.nnShe decided against knickers, somehow she knew that they'd spoil the effect. Instead she reached for her shortest work skirt. It came to just above the knee, sexy, but not too revealing. It did however had a decent spilt up the side, though it usually overlapped enough to stop too much thigh showing.nnNext would be a top, but here she was stuck. Her proud, bound breasts, jutted almost obscenely in front of her, her nipples extended by those fiendish rings, and what mage it even more difficult, there were those damn weights hanging from them.nnShe started by trying on a loose blouse, something that wouldn't be pulled too tightly against her chest. Once it was on, she realised that it wouldn't do. Although it did manage to mostly cover up her adornments, the feel of the material as it slid across her way too sensitive nipples was distracting, very distracting. The feel of the blouse was centring all of her attention on her nipples, making her so very aware of how badly she wanted to cum. With a start she realised that she was cupping her bound breasts, rubbing her thumbs across the tips of her nipples, revelling in the feelings rushing through her. She wasn?t going to make it like this; unfortunately, all she was doing was turning herself on even further.nnShe tore the top off, and tried a tight sheer top.
The following story has been edited from the original in order to comply with this website's guidelines. Note that only Part 1 has been edited. Please contact the author if you have any questions.nn***nnCHAPTER 1nn***nnI was eight years old when my parents died. They had come to America just before I was born, eking out a living as hired farm hands in California before moving on towards the Great Plains. This was the land of opportunity, but life was not easy in Middle America for a couple of uneducated Chinks and two small children.nnStill, all of their hopes and dreams were for our success. My younger sister and I attended local schools as often as possible, and every extra penny they had went into providing for our educational needs. They dreamed that I could grow up and be a doctor or lawyer, live a better life.nnWe were on our way to a new job in the next state over when my dad fell asleep at the wheel. He and my mom had been driving in shifts for the last two days straight in order to make it to the new job on time. Our battered truck flipped into a ditch, and the next thing I knew, Child Services was delivering me to a dusty building where a weather-beaten couple was waiting for me. A sign by the road read "Masters Farm".nnA kind but overworked and exhausted social worker was talking to my new foster parents. They were signing some paperwork and then the social worker handed them a check. She turned and pointed to me. "His family died in an accident off Route 47. We don't have any record of where they were headed or where they were coming from. Just a family of undocumented Chinese. But the boy's got a US birth certificate; he speaks perfect English, and responds to the name 'John'.
Saturday - February 25, 2006nnAuthors note: This is the last day of a fourteen-day vacation with the hope of turning a ten-year fantasy into reality. It is no longer a fantasy. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining day here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnPreface to readers:nnThis chapter caused me some difficulties. I had been questioning how much of it should I submit. I decided to submit a shortened version, choosing the most interesting of what I wrote to my diary. Anyone desiring the long version may request via e-mail for a copy which I will be happy to forward. The longer version has some repetition of previous activities written about in earlier chapters.nnIt begins:nnFrank then says, "Ok, let me get my thoughts organized more. I will check with Jim and get back to you all. Oh, by the way Amy and Heather, while you girls were having fun yesterday, Jenn let me fuck those awesome jugs of hers. Let me tell you, it was heavenly."nn"So, when we left you managed to find her and get that wish taken care of, Huh?"nn"Yes Heather! You know I have had my eyes on them since the first time I saw them."nn"Yes Frank, I do. I wish mine were that size but maybe I would look out of proportion with my frame.nn"So tell me, how did you manage to seduce her?
