I thought I was getting fucked
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Posted:Apr 26, 2018 3:56 pm
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Number two was as polite as he was short and round, he opened the door and his fresh scent of after shave over powered me. I thought to myself what a relief to be in the company of a man who had style and hygiene. His beard was trimmed and neat like a tight sweater on a gay man and stood there staring into my eyes, “I’m John”. I replied, “I’m your dream come true”. He led me to a desk in the middle of the room where he had a bottle of bourbon. He asked me if I wanted a glass as I glared into the clear plastic cup he held in his hand. Ok, cheap but clean, I can do this. He poured me a double and we made our way to the couch. I’ve never drank bourbon before and wasn’t sure how my low tolerance would respond, and by tolerance, I mean how soon I would either get buzzed or sick.
We sat on the couch sipping bourbon out of plastic cups while he gazed at me like I was a daisy basking in the late afternoon sun. I knew how badly he wanted to run his fingertips over me peddles and down my stem. He asked me to tell him about myself, for he was curious to know more about me. I did so with hesitation, it’s kind of like one of those lines I don’t cross. As I told him about some of my life and struggles I could feel the sorrow creeping its way back out of the inners of my soul. Not buried deep enough I felt that familiar sadness I’d felt so many times before while he looked at me with such deep and concerned eyes. He took me into his arms and told me it’s ok as I cried into the warm embrace. He held me until I was calm and started kissing my neck up under my chin till his lips met mine. I was taken back by how good a kisser he was embracing me as to protect me from the cruelty of the world. As the kissing approached second base had nudged me to the bed and I led the way pulling him by his belt. I could feel the strength of his desire as I pressed my palm against pants, he wasn’t big but I could feel his might growing as much as a small penis can. I knew what would follow as I reached for the buckle on his belt.
I unlatched his restraint on his buckles pulling the belt apart slowly, but fast enough to let him know something he had waited so long for was about to happen. I undid his pants and unzipped them while sliding my hand up his leg to cup his balls while they waited for release. I then pulled his pants down to his ankles bringing me face to face with the second smallest penis I had ever seen. Well, it’s the luck of the draw, I think I can make this work. I reached under his balls with one hand while I started kissing the base of his shaft up toward the head. Slow wet meaningful kisses leaving light traces red lipstick up his cock. Once I reached the tip he was leaking so much precum drizzling onto my lips creating a glisten of sweetness. I slowing started to kiss the head of his penis until my lips were around the tip allowing more and more of the penis to enter my mouth. Being as small as it was I was easily able to deep throat him, he stopped me asking to move to the bed. Once on the bed his cock had so much precum running down his cock I thought for sure he came while we were moving. I repeated the process until this time by the time my lips had reached the base of his cock he cried out, I’m going to cum. I jumped up thinking what the fuck did he just say, I declared “What”???
No sooner did those words what leave my lips he started to cum and he came and came like he hadn’t cum in weeks. I was said, “oh”. This was number two and this was the second time it happened. I was like, what’s going on here. So far 100% of my men are premature ejaculators and I’m never going to get any dick in me. He said he was sorry and I told him not to worry about it. I could tell he was nervous being his first time and I’m not really a mean bitch, I just play one when asked to. I told him he was sweet and if he wanted to try again he could in a little while. He said that it would take a few days for him to build back up to get hard again. I told him not to worry about that the next time we could work something out. I dressed and we said our goodbyes, as I walked toward the door I thought I hope this isn’t how it’s going to be with men who fuck me. Either I’m really hot or my blow jobs are, I’m not sure which it is I just know I want some dick inside me.
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I thought I was getting fucked
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Posted:Apr 26, 2018 3:56 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 4:17 pm
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Number two was as polite as he was short and round, he opened the door and his fresh scent of after shave over powered me. I thought to myself what a relief to be in the company of a man who had style and hygiene. His beard was trimmed and neat like a tight sweater on a gay man and stood there staring into my eyes, “I’m John”. I replied, “I’m your dream come true”. He led me to a desk in the middle of the room where he had a bottle of bourbon. He asked me if I wanted a glass as I glared into the clear plastic cup he held in his hand. Ok, cheap but clean, I can do this. He poured me a double and we made our way to the couch. I’ve never drank bourbon before and wasn’t sure how my low tolerance would respond, and by tolerance, I mean how soon I would either get buzzed or sick.
We sat on the couch sipping bourbon out of plastic cups while he gazed at me like I was a daisy basking in the late afternoon sun. I knew how badly he wanted to run his fingertips over me peddles and down my stem. He asked me to tell him about myself, for he was curious to know more about me. I did so with hesitation, it’s kind of like one of those lines I don’t cross. As I told him about some of my life and struggles I could feel the sorrow creeping its way back out of the inners of my soul. Not buried deep enough I felt that familiar sadness I’d felt so many times before while he looked at me with such deep and concerned eyes. He took me into his arms and told me it’s ok as I cried into the warm embrace. He held me until I was calm and started kissing my neck up under my chin till his lips met mine. I was taken back by how good a kisser he was embracing me as to protect me from the cruelty of the world. As the kissing approached second base had nudged me to the bed and I led the way pulling him by his belt. I could feel the strength of his desire as I pressed my palm against pants, he wasn’t big but I could feel his might growing as much as a small penis can. I knew what would follow as I reached for the buckle on his belt.
I unlatched his restraint on his buckles pulling the belt apart slowly, but fast enough to let him know something he had waited so long for was about to happen. I undid his pants and unzipped them while sliding my hand up his leg to cup his balls while they waited for release. I then pulled his pants down to his ankles bringing me face to face with the second smallest penis I had ever seen. Well, it’s the luck of the draw, I think I can make this work. I reached under his balls with one hand while I started kissing the base of his shaft up toward the head. Slow wet meaningful kisses leaving light traces red lipstick up his cock. Once I reached the tip he was leaking so much precum drizzling onto my lips creating a glisten of sweetness. I slowing started to kiss the head of his penis until my lips were around the tip allowing more and more of the penis to enter my mouth. Being as small as it was I was easily able to deep throat him, he stopped me asking to move to the bed. Once on the bed his cock had so much precum running down his cock I thought for sure he came while we were moving. I repeated the process until this time by the time my lips had reached the base of his cock he cried out, I’m going to cum. I jumped up thinking what the fuck did he just say, I declared “What”???
No sooner did those words what leave my lips he started to cum and he came and came like he hadn’t cum in weeks. I was said, “oh”. This was number two and this was the second time it happened. I was like, what’s going on here. So far 100% of my men are premature ejaculators and I’m never going to get any dick in me. He said he was sorry and I told him not to worry about it. I could tell he was nervous being his first time and I’m not really a mean bitch, I just play one when asked to. I told him he was sweet and if he wanted to try again he could in a little while. He said that it would take a few days for him to build back up to get hard again. I told him not to worry about that the next time we could work something out. I dressed and we said our goodbyes, as I walked toward the door I thought I hope this isn’t how it’s going to be with men who fuck me. Either I’m really hot or my blow jobs are, I’m not sure which it is I just know I want some dick inside me.
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I was his first...
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Posted:Apr 16, 2018 8:06 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 4:17 pm
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I will call this guy Number One, not being a ranking system as much as a clog in my wheel I call a timeline. I wasn’t sure what would come into my life until he opened the door. He stood there looking award until he didn’t, then he was just a bit dorky. Don’t think for a minute I’m not attracted to dorky men, I am, but a dork is a dork. His shirt was loose fitting as if trying to hide he was a bit on the chubby side. His pants were loose fitting and he was very well groomed and smelled like he just came from the barber. His clean smell made my crotch twitch for a bit, which in turn made me want to lick is body from cock to balls. He invited me to the couch where I sat thinking about him sitting on the couch looking like a little school boy about to lose his virginity. He offered me a drink that I accept with out hesitation. As we sat there talking he put his hand on my knee and I knew at the very moment how much I wanted him inside me, but I had to take it easy on him, it was his first time with a trans and the experience should be about him, well at least that’s how I made it seem.
After some loose small talk about our different lives he started touching me and rubbing my tucked chickdick. He was rock hard in his pants and his dick was pushing outward trying to explode threw fabric of his pants. I unzipped his pants and reached in to see what all the commotion was about. I feel past his boxers pulling out what I thought was a larger size dick, but blah, another averaged size ass pleaser. Well, at least this size doesn’t hurt, so I put it in my mouth. Hey, it’s the first reaction I get when I see a dick, which is put it where it belongs, right in the back of my throat choking me into submission. I kissed and teased it for about a minute when he wanted to move to the bed. This was about the time he asked me to be dominate him and without an ounce of thought I commanded yes! I told him to get on his subbie knees and pull my pants down to reveal my stocking covered legs, garter belt, and panties. I commanded he take the panties off and he pulled them down past my thighs to my ankles sliding toward my heels and across my heels. I could see the pleasure on his face as if it spoke to me tell me he had waited all his adult life for his chance to be with a transwoman.
The pleasure I give a first timer is a feeling I have of filling an empty hole inside someone who longs for the soft touch of a trans. Not only do I bring someone the pleasure of experiencing a trans for the first time, but to break down walls that have been put up for so long by people who shame others for natural desires. I’m very understanding of how shame can affect a person’s ability to resist the feelings they have from the fear of society and the judgments that come after. I can be very dominate, but I’m also very if not overly considerate of how the other person is feeling. I enjoyed this one for he was so submissive which allowed me to take a role that wasn’t played often by me, the dooming. So, I went easy on him with me being his first time and all, a curiosity to not be repeated in the future. I commanded him to lay on his back as I sized him up thinking about how hard I was going to suck him and then mount him. I layed on top of him gazing into his eyes assuring him that I was in charge of his pleasure and only I could please him in the way he dreamed of for so long.
I kissed his lips slowly, but forcefully all while planning my departure from his lips to his ears sucking and biting my way down his neck and across his lightly haired chest. As I approached his belly button I moved my hands forcedly over his balls and squeezed. I kissed my way down to the base of his Jenny Stick (Jenny Stick is a term describing a cock that’s about to bring her pleasure based on her terms) up his base to the back of his Jenny Stick and across the head. Now was the time to introduce the tip of his dick to the back of my throat for the back of my throat just loves meeting new people. Down that dick sinking faster than the Titanic all cracked up from smoking ice bergs. He was throbbing inside my throat as I sucked hard moving my lips toward his pulsating head, it was time to let him experience oxygen again. I started banging my head up and down on his Jenny Stick until he said four words that made me want to build a time machine and travel back in time 10 seconds to keep this Hindenburg from happening. I was just getting started, my ass wanted a cock inside it squeezing out my clear tgirl sweetness from my special place deep in my hole. I removed my lips as fast I could from the cock and jumped up demanding, “Don’t you dare cum”, “IF you cum I’m going to be pissed”! His cock was rock hard standing up trying to launch its self from his body and into orbit. What seemed like twenty seconds went by and then he said the words that I wanted to shove back in his mouth…..”I’m cumming”. I started slapping his leg hard bitching about cumming and me not getting anything. His cum filled up the condom and you could tell he listened to my instructions about not cumming for 5 days prior to fucking me. The load was huge and the tip was full of his big load that he so wanted to share with me. Yes, you saw correct, he was wearing a condom, for safe sex is safe sex. So, I bet you’re thinking the moral of this story is the great experience a first time can be and the social barriers the act tears down or the importance of practicing safe sex during a day when sexually transmitted disease is everywhere. Nope, neither, it’s I’m so hot I made a guy blow his load with in 30 seconds of a blow job wearing a condom.
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I was his first...
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Posted:Apr 16, 2018 8:06 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 4:17 pm
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I will call this guy Number One, not being a ranking system as much as a clog in my wheel I call a timeline. I wasn’t sure what would come into my life until he opened the door. He stood there looking award until he didn’t, then he was just a bit dorky. Don’t think for a minute I’m not attracted to dorky men, I am, but a dork is a dork. His shirt was loose fitting as if trying to hide he was a bit on the chubby side. His pants were loose fitting and he was very well groomed and smelled like he just came from the barber. His clean smell made my crotch twitch for a bit, which in turn made me want to lick is body from cock to balls. He invited me to the couch where I sat thinking about him sitting on the couch looking like a little school boy about to lose his virginity. He offered me a drink that I accept with out hesitation. As we sat there talking he put his hand on my knee and I knew at the very moment how much I wanted him inside me, but I had to take it easy on him, it was his first time with a trans and the experience should be about him, well at least that’s how I made it seem.
After some loose small talk about our different lives he started touching me and rubbing my tucked chickdick. He was rock hard in his pants and his dick was pushing outward trying to explode threw fabric of his pants. I unzipped his pants and reached in to see what all the commotion was about. I feel past his boxers pulling out what I thought was a larger size dick, but blah, another averaged size ass pleaser. Well, at least this size doesn’t hurt, so I put it in my mouth. Hey, it’s the first reaction I get when I see a dick, which is put it where it belongs, right in the back of my throat choking me into submission. I kissed and teased it for about a minute when he wanted to move to the bed. This was about the time he asked me to be dominate him and without an ounce of thought I commanded yes! I told him to get on his subbie knees and pull my pants down to reveal my stocking covered legs, garter belt, and panties. I commanded he take the panties off and he pulled them down past my thighs to my ankles sliding toward my heels and across my heels. I could see the pleasure on his face as if it spoke to me tell me he had waited all his adult life for his chance to be with a transwoman.
The pleasure I give a first timer is a feeling I have of filling an empty hole inside someone who longs for the soft touch of a trans. Not only do I bring someone the pleasure of experiencing a trans for the first time, but to break down walls that have been put up for so long by people who shame others for natural desires. I’m very understanding of how shame can affect a person’s ability to resist the feelings they have from the fear of society and the judgments that come after. I can be very dominate, but I’m also very if not overly considerate of how the other person is feeling. I enjoyed this one for he was so submissive which allowed me to take a role that wasn’t played often by me, the dooming. So, I went easy on him with me being his first time and all, a curiosity to not be repeated in the future. I commanded him to lay on his back as I sized him up thinking about how hard I was going to suck him and then mount him. I layed on top of him gazing into his eyes assuring him that I was in charge of his pleasure and only I could please him in the way he dreamed of for so long.
I kissed his lips slowly, but forcefully all while planning my departure from his lips to his ears sucking and biting my way down his neck and across his lightly haired chest. As I approached his belly button I moved my hands forcedly over his balls and squeezed. I kissed my way down to the base of his Jenny Stick (Jenny Stick is a term describing a cock that’s about to bring her pleasure based on her terms) up his base to the back of his Jenny Stick and across the head. Now was the time to introduce the tip of his dick to the back of my throat for the back of my throat just loves meeting new people. Down that dick sinking faster than the Titanic all cracked up from smoking ice bergs. He was throbbing inside my throat as I sucked hard moving my lips toward his pulsating head, it was time to let him experience oxygen again. I started banging my head up and down on his Jenny Stick until he said four words that made me want to build a time machine and travel back in time 10 seconds to keep this Hindenburg from happening. I was just getting started, my ass wanted a cock inside it squeezing out my clear tgirl sweetness from my special place deep in my hole. I removed my lips as fast I could from the cock and jumped up demanding, “Don’t you dare cum”, “IF you cum I’m going to be pissed”! His cock was rock hard standing up trying to launch its self from his body and into orbit. What seemed like twenty seconds went by and then he said the words that I wanted to shove back in his mouth…..”I’m cumming”. I started slapping his leg hard bitching about cumming and me not getting anything. His cum filled up the condom and you could tell he listened to my instructions about not cumming for 5 days prior to fucking me. The load was huge and the tip was full of his big load that he so wanted to share with me. Yes, you saw correct, he was wearing a condom, for safe sex is safe sex. So, I bet you’re thinking the moral of this story is the great experience a first time can be and the social barriers the act tears down or the importance of practicing safe sex during a day when sexually transmitted disease is everywhere. Nope, neither, it’s I’m so hot I made a guy blow his load with in 30 seconds of a blow job wearing a condom.
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Subbie Boy
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Posted:Apr 5, 2018 3:39 pm
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2018 3:14 pm
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Today started just like any other day. I awoke late like always hitting the floor at 100 miles an hour. I went for my morning douche and my bowl. Everything is better with a little morning smoke, but I do try so hard not to make that a habit. After experiencing a relaxing buzz, I made my way to my AC/DC loft where I knocked out a 45-minute workout anticipating my little boy sub would be here soon. My work out was over promptly at 10AM toning my butt, legs, and abs so I would be nice and firm for my little sub boy. I then showered along with my make up and hair routine, which nobody wants to hear about me and my struggles with that bastard some call a curling iron. I started with my stockings, I pulled the first up my leg while thinking how glad I was I didn’t wash them, I wanted my little sub boy to taste the smell of my unwashed stockings while gagging his subbie little mouth. I then slid on my black and rose-colored garter fastening all of the straps. While pulling up my panties I thought about all the dirty little deeds I would make my little subby boy do today. Of course, the big question on my mind was, do I let him cum or just let his balls ache with a weeks’ worth of built up pressure. After I applied my lipstick I was ready to teach a sub how to please his T-Mistress.
I entered the room ordering him to restrain himself in legs restraints and wrist restraints. Once he was bound and less I put his mouth gag harness on him complete with micro penis in his mouth and a nice ready dildo excluding from his face. I’ve never used of these before and I loved it, it’s in my top 5 of favorite sex toys. I then forced him on the floor face and dildo looking up at me. I could feel the anger creeping up my spine projecting into my glare at him. The last time, he came not only without asking, but with out my satisfaction being considered at all. This does not happen to Mistress B, ever. His punishment was about to become my pleasure.
I sat on his face with the dildo pressing against my every tight hole of endless delight. It’s my delight, its my pleasure, for it’s always about me and the sor every understands the better everything will be. The dildo popped through my pleasure palace as I slid downwards until my ass cheeks were resting on his forehead. I reached forward and grabbed his little slutty cunt dick. Yes, it’s small, just like the 80% of dick I’ve had, I’m cursed forever with a never ending tiny cock parade. I jerked and pulled and slapped his dick as I rode his face like a kangaroo bouncing its way across the entire lands of Australia. Once I became board of this position I turned around and faced the other way with my balls resting ever so nicely on his cheeks. I bounced up and down until the familiar feeling that comes sneaking up through my spine and outwards tingling through every nerve ending on my body, I wanted a cock inside me and I wanted now. I wasn’t planning on letting the little turd cum and I knew once I slid his tiny little subbie dick inside me it wouldn’t take much for him to cum. For I’m very very tight which in turn even the tiny cocks can’t take.
I got off his face focusing on his hard cock throbbing inside his condom. I got down on my hands and knees, reached behind me while my ass was facing his cock all while he lays there in hog tie position on his back, unable to beg me for my ass he so longs for. I reach back and bend his cock back toward my ass, my ass connects to the tip of his small but not micro cock. I feel the head of his penis press up against my maker of magic rainbow land sliding in without any effort. I pushed until his cock was as deep as all 5in would allow. I reached over for a Virginia Slim thinking I’m going to take my time with this subbie little slut, he will blow and blow very easily. I lit up and sat there and smoked for about a minute slapping him 4 or 5 times throughout when he tried to move his tiny subbie cock. I didn’t like how deep his cock was in me, I wasn’t feeling it, literally. I got off his cock and started letting him free, Mistress wanted to get some dick. After he was free from everything but the gag I sat back down on his cock arching my back letting my hair dangle in his face while smoking. His cock was very hard inside me, but due to his size I didn’t feel much, the downside of being spoiled by too many large size dildos. Then out of nowhere he said I think I’m going to cum…
I was like no you don’t, don’t you dare cum. I got off his cock and stood up looking over h im, go ahead make my day punk. I’m watching his cock, nothing happened, I’m thinking wow that was close. And hes like, “I’m going to cum”. I thought, how your cock isn’t even being stimulated and hasn’t in like what felt like over a minute. I started slapping his thigh and then he started blowing his load. I watched in udder disappointment as a cock I could hardly feel inside me started blowing the load that was suppose to be inside me. I jumped back down on his cock trying to get it back inside, it went in half way and then deflated like the Hindenburg. The dick that was suppose to be in me was broken beyond repair. I asked how long it would take him to recover and he said a long time, I said fuck this, put your subbie ass loser clothes back on and get the fuck out of my dungeon. You and your useless sub-standard subbie non-dick dick are banished from my s until you can stop acting like some adoleent who can’t control their damn orgasms. He looked down at the floor and apologized for being such a loser and I laughed at him and told him to get the fuck out and go tell his fucked-up life to a shrink. I picked up my cigarette and said let me walk you to the door so I can get you on your way. I kissed him on the cheek and told him his cock was worthless and he wasn’t a man and this is why he was never married and never will be, not being able to please a woman for even minutes isn’t a man, that’s a boy and women don’t want boys, they want men, men who fuck like men and cu m like men. I opened the door and he looked down as his eyes teared up and mumbled as he walked out, “I’m sorry I’m such a loser”. I shut the door.
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Just a Crossdresser....
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Posted:Nov 16, 2015 2:35 pm
Last Updated:May 5, 2016 9:13 am
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I can't remember when I first starting trying on bras.....I think I was in my early . So, as time went by and I found a girl friends, which wasn't easy for me because I always had problems with girls. I never felt like any girls really liked me. I didn't really start dating until I was like 17. Well, my first real girl friend dressed me up as a girl for halloween and I loved it. I thought it was an amazing feeling and I started wearing her bras when she wasn't around. After that I started buying my girlfriends bras that I would like to wear myself. Some who I really enjoyed seeing them wear what I couldn't. I lived in a family where there was no private time......so dressing when I was a was not going to happen. After I got out on my own I had a few bras or panties I would keep around to wear. Then after marriage I started dressing with more and more things. I had access to more womens clothes and I went for it. After this went on for a while I started doing cam shows to see if I looked passable. When I could fool men and women into thinking I was female then I knew I could keep going. And I did. I started getting wigs, hose, tops, sexy dresses, make up, everything it would take to transform me into someone different. Someone sexy, someone people would want and want bad. I did the thing for many years on cam doing every nasty dirty thing I could come up with......well no poop, blood etc.... but I was fucking my ass almost everyday on cam. Then another girl like me contacted me to going support group to get me out of the house. So, now I'm out of the house and doing things I never thought I could ever do. I left a lot out of this timeline.....but it's really none of anybodys business. It's been a long and hard road for me and my wife. But , that doesn't matter because, "I'm just a crossdresser".
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Party Slut
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Posted:Feb 16, 2015 6:09 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2018 6:05 am
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So here it goes...... first time writing about a fantasy of mine.
Jenny Party Slut
Jenny is locked on all fours in her steel stockade (mine came from extremerestraints) in one of the party rooms upstairs at a sex party. She's dressed in her slutty black dress wearing garters and open ass panties. Her said little clit is locked away in a CB3000, where it should be. Her head is also locked in the stockade forcing her head up for easy access to her mouth. At the bottom of the stairs is a sign that reads, "Glory holes up stairs". At the top of the stairs outside of Jenny's room is another sign that reads, "Glory hole room". When the room is entered Jenny is on all fours in her stockade with a sign posted by her ass that reads, "Glory Hole One" and a sign by her head that reads, "Glory Hole Two". Located on her back is a bowl full of different sized condoms with a sign that reads, "Please be safe".
The good news is that it's a mild turn out for the party.......about 50 men with raging hardons.....
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