Womanlover
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BIG BLONDE BRANDY AND THE BLACK DWARF
Hi, my name's Brandy. I have always been a tall girl. I towered over the boys all through school, and a couple of years after graduation, I reached my full height of six feet four inches. I endured alot of teasing over the years, but I never caved in to feelings of inferiority. To the contrary, I began to be proud of my stature and even added to it by wearing the same flashy high heels that other girls wear........yes, even the four incher stilettos, and those bring me up to a full six feet eight!
Well, wherever I go, mouths drop open in amazement because I'm not just tall, I'm fully proportionate in body size to my height. My feet are not too large, as is sometimes the case with very tall girls, and my legs are very long, of course, and beautifully shapely......... just gorgeous, I might add. My figure is a voluptuous 46 DDD - 34-44 and I have long, shining, blonde hair cascading in waves to waist level. I weigh in at a smooth, firm 195 pounds, no dimples or cellulite. I'm told that I look like a Norse goddess........... I have light blue eyes framed by dark eyelashes and brows.
Men are always too intimidated to approach me, so I seldom have dates and consequently, seldom get sex. Even when there is a man tall enough to go out with me, I command such a presence that they find it difficult to "compete," so to speak.
But I'm very highly sexed, sensual and extremely horny. I need to masturbate often to fulfill my twenty-one year old sexual appetite, and I bought myself several sex toys including a huge dildo which I am able to accommodate in my extra long vaginal passage. I like going to literotica.com, which only serves to throw gasoline on my raging hormonal fires. Sometimes I click on the sponsors flags, and lately I've been hot for black men. How I'd like to swallow one of those big, thick, black dicks with my blonde pussy. And I've fantasized about fucking a black man with mirrors all around so I could see the cool black on blonde effect.
Now recently, I had just landed a part time job going door to door doing some survey work for a company. When they open the door, most people, especially the men, are too shocked at the sight of me to turn me away, consequently the company is very pleased with the number of surveys that I am able to get filled.
But let me tell you what happened to me. Last week I walked up the sidewalk to a medium sized, middle class rancher. I wore my black, high heeled pumps, nylons, a black skirt that descended to about two modest inches above my knees, and my black, lacy blouse revealed just enough of my cleavage to allow any viewer to know the enormity of my breasts. They protrude proudly outward, like Marilyn's, I think. And I have huge nipples that easily show through the material. I have seen men literally stare at them.........of course, most men I meet are eye level to them, so I understand their difficulty.
I rang the doorbell, humming softly while I waited. Presently, I heard the deadbolt turn and the door slowly opened.............staring straight ahead of me, there was no one there!
Now, I am used to looking down at people, but I was in no way prepared for the sight that greeted my eyes. Down, down I looked until my eyes came into contact with the dark eyes of the tiny black man who had just opened the door. He was jet black, only thirty inches tall, and had used a small step stool to reach the door knob. He was adorably cute, and his mouth hung open in amazement.
Actually, we both were equally shocked and at first, neither one of us could speak. I mean you have got to picture this contrast: Him, jet black and a dwarf, me a blonde giantess. Finally, I gained my composure.
"Good morning sir, I'm here to do a survey for the Acme Home Renovation Company, and I was wondering if you could spare me a few minutes of your time?"
The little, black man looked up, up into my blue eyes and with this darling little voice he said:
"I am being visited by a goddess............ no, I'm dead, that's it.............this isn't real..............I'm dead and through some celestial quirk I wind up in the Viking Valhalla......and you are Freya........" He intoned the words, like a zombie.
I chuckled as he continued to stare up at me in awe, expecting any moment that I would seize him and carry him away for dinner............
[Edited by womanlover on 08-01-2000 at 01:55 PM]
Hi, my name's Brandy. I have always been a tall girl. I towered over the boys all through school, and a couple of years after graduation, I reached my full height of six feet four inches. I endured alot of teasing over the years, but I never caved in to feelings of inferiority. To the contrary, I began to be proud of my stature and even added to it by wearing the same flashy high heels that other girls wear........yes, even the four incher stilettos, and those bring me up to a full six feet eight!
Well, wherever I go, mouths drop open in amazement because I'm not just tall, I'm fully proportionate in body size to my height. My feet are not too large, as is sometimes the case with very tall girls, and my legs are very long, of course, and beautifully shapely......... just gorgeous, I might add. My figure is a voluptuous 46 DDD - 34-44 and I have long, shining, blonde hair cascading in waves to waist level. I weigh in at a smooth, firm 195 pounds, no dimples or cellulite. I'm told that I look like a Norse goddess........... I have light blue eyes framed by dark eyelashes and brows.
Men are always too intimidated to approach me, so I seldom have dates and consequently, seldom get sex. Even when there is a man tall enough to go out with me, I command such a presence that they find it difficult to "compete," so to speak.
But I'm very highly sexed, sensual and extremely horny. I need to masturbate often to fulfill my twenty-one year old sexual appetite, and I bought myself several sex toys including a huge dildo which I am able to accommodate in my extra long vaginal passage. I like going to literotica.com, which only serves to throw gasoline on my raging hormonal fires. Sometimes I click on the sponsors flags, and lately I've been hot for black men. How I'd like to swallow one of those big, thick, black dicks with my blonde pussy. And I've fantasized about fucking a black man with mirrors all around so I could see the cool black on blonde effect.
Now recently, I had just landed a part time job going door to door doing some survey work for a company. When they open the door, most people, especially the men, are too shocked at the sight of me to turn me away, consequently the company is very pleased with the number of surveys that I am able to get filled.
But let me tell you what happened to me. Last week I walked up the sidewalk to a medium sized, middle class rancher. I wore my black, high heeled pumps, nylons, a black skirt that descended to about two modest inches above my knees, and my black, lacy blouse revealed just enough of my cleavage to allow any viewer to know the enormity of my breasts. They protrude proudly outward, like Marilyn's, I think. And I have huge nipples that easily show through the material. I have seen men literally stare at them.........of course, most men I meet are eye level to them, so I understand their difficulty.
I rang the doorbell, humming softly while I waited. Presently, I heard the deadbolt turn and the door slowly opened.............staring straight ahead of me, there was no one there!
Now, I am used to looking down at people, but I was in no way prepared for the sight that greeted my eyes. Down, down I looked until my eyes came into contact with the dark eyes of the tiny black man who had just opened the door. He was jet black, only thirty inches tall, and had used a small step stool to reach the door knob. He was adorably cute, and his mouth hung open in amazement.
Actually, we both were equally shocked and at first, neither one of us could speak. I mean you have got to picture this contrast: Him, jet black and a dwarf, me a blonde giantess. Finally, I gained my composure.
"Good morning sir, I'm here to do a survey for the Acme Home Renovation Company, and I was wondering if you could spare me a few minutes of your time?"
The little, black man looked up, up into my blue eyes and with this darling little voice he said:
"I am being visited by a goddess............ no, I'm dead, that's it.............this isn't real..............I'm dead and through some celestial quirk I wind up in the Viking Valhalla......and you are Freya........" He intoned the words, like a zombie.
I chuckled as he continued to stare up at me in awe, expecting any moment that I would seize him and carry him away for dinner............
[Edited by womanlover on 08-01-2000 at 01:55 PM]
