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Languages: English

Location: United States

Interested In: Men, Women, Trans, Couples

Age: 18

Hey Ya Kik - In the end I had to do everything she asked!

It's kind of a public service." The entire time she was talking to him he was looking at me coldly, his attention elsewhere. "Would you trust me?" he said softly. The simple, sexual question that I was asking was met with a sharp and impatient intake of breath. He could talk to whomever he wanted to, anytime, anywhere, anytime. It just wasn't enough for him. He needed a hot bride for his playthings. A woman to play with, tease, and bring the dead to the living. He longed for a good actress, someone willing to perform for his whims. I had found a few suitable women a few months before, but they just weren't good enough. He had worked hard on my "missing link" of the sexual mysteriousness. She was all out of my range. "Could I come over tonight? I'd be honored if you would." His hand shot up boldly. "I'll do it for free.

If you want I can get some more. If you think I'm worthy, just tell me so. Okay?" I felt like a rape apologist, and my friend was awfully interested in my sexual tastes. We nodded our nodding heads as his hand traveled through my long, dark hair. I felt relieved and like a fellatio expert, I raised my eyes politely, then closed them. I hadn't felt this way with anyone since high school. Not even with Cher. "Maybe we should work something out between you and Hey Ya Kik." She teased me. "What do you mean? Oh! She just said you could come over. How do you feel about that?" I inhaled a deeply pleasurable odor. "Let's work something out between you and her," I argued. "We both know how committed Hey Ya Kik is to her affair. It's been over a year and a half since we first saw each other.

She's been watching me, I'm embarrassed as hell, but she would beat the hell out of me for only daring to go to that bar once. Wouldn't you like to be a straw-haired lesbian plaything for Hey Ya Kik's entertainment?" With the first smile out of her mouth, I could just think of how hot she must look naked in public. I began to stroke my own body, concentrating on my ample breasts, my long strawberry hair, and my ample cleavage. That, plus my ample lips, were reasons why Hey Ya Kik could see me completely naked in the morning. Even in the most conservatively dressed situation, nude in the morning was a thing. She got a bit aggravated when I would bring it up. She would yell at me to hurry it up. I would picture myself totally exposed in front of her. She wouldn't dare disagree. But now, after months of back-channeling, we had come to the tentative agreement that I would be her "slave boy." I made myself wear very little clothing that night. It wasn't very revealing. My nipples were barely visible through my tight shirt. Hey Ya Kik couldn't see that I had shaved down my blouse..

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