petes478
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You were raised strictly-eyes front and center-long shame filled glances-skirts and dresses covering up as much of you as possible-you came into this world in the deep south-perhaps in the Alabama/Louisiana/Mississippi regions-and you spoke in tongues at the local Assembly of God church which you attended regularly with your god-fearing parents on Sunday mornings.
As you grew into womanhood, you became aware that the real world wasn't exactly as you had been taught about.
You encountered some trouble-obstacles-hurdles.
Not being sure what to make of the men asking you out on dates, taking you to dinner and then attempting to kiss you (and more!)-yo.u closed down mentally and physically.
Yet you rose to the top of your industry-the advertising industry-becoming a senior vice president at the relatively young age of 34.
Moving to Los Angeles you became surrounded by the LA-LA world of glitz and glamour.
You regularly dream at night in your warm cozy comfy but lonely bed of your childhood growing up in the woods of Alabama, the spankings you regularly received on your bare bottom (even as you matured and were a blossomed and fully formed woman physically at the age of 17). Your god-fearing small-minded daddy woul pull you kicking and screaming behind the tool-shed in the woods behind your house to administer some discipline to his girl that he felt was well-deserved.
He was tall and lean, and his hands were hard and rough, and as he spanked your bare derriere, you cried and screamed, but some part of you felt relieved, pleasure/pain was all mixed into the ball of emotion in your heart. Your tears were real-and so was the feeling of warm pleasure sweeping through your body-from the deep insides of your heart and soul throughout your entire body-making you tingle-your nipples grew hard and erect-your pussy sometimes flooded with moisture. Later you would realize you were sopping wet "down there".
You found yourself at a party in Los Angeles, sipping mojitos while wearing a long white revealing dress.
The alcohol went to your head.
The man you were talking with about ad placement in Sports Illustrated had his hand on your ass, beneath your dress, and others were milling about laughing, watching, enjoying the sight of you being molested in public.
His hands rubbed your breasts and you liked it.
You smiled as he pulled your dress over to reveal your sparkling bright breasts, and he sucked each tit, pinched and sucked your nipples, before placing you face down across the glass settee.
Your head was spinning and yet you felt good.
Your head filled with the images of men with hard cocks-hard because the sight of you made them hard-watching you and growing harder, getting more turned on.
Your dress was lifted up over your back revealing your white lace panties and then your panties were pulled down.
Memories of your daddy filled your mind as you felt a huge dick entering you from behind, filling your cunt with California Schlong-huge-immense-pumping you in front of the others-stuffing you with solid hard dick from Los Angeles.
Others pulled your hair, rubbed your tits, pinched and pulled your nipples, and one by one, each of the eighteen men in the room filled and fucked you, filling your southern grown Pussy with their California Cum. They used, abused, and humiliated you but you loved it! This was the true revelation! You enjoyed being used and fucked publicly-and you hoped they had memorialized the evening on a DVD for yours (and theirs) viewing pleasure for years to come.
Each lonely night in LA when you return home after a long day's work, and you have removed your make up, panty hose, and washed your face for the night, you masturbate in your bed, re-living the evening, and the first sign of humiliation, the man's hand on your ass beneath your dress signals what is about to happen, makes you orgasm forcefully, hips bucking, legs shimmying, just like when you were a girl in church, speaking uncontrollably in tongies, shaking and quaking.
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Thanks,
Pete
As you grew into womanhood, you became aware that the real world wasn't exactly as you had been taught about.
You encountered some trouble-obstacles-hurdles.
Not being sure what to make of the men asking you out on dates, taking you to dinner and then attempting to kiss you (and more!)-yo.u closed down mentally and physically.
Yet you rose to the top of your industry-the advertising industry-becoming a senior vice president at the relatively young age of 34.
Moving to Los Angeles you became surrounded by the LA-LA world of glitz and glamour.
You regularly dream at night in your warm cozy comfy but lonely bed of your childhood growing up in the woods of Alabama, the spankings you regularly received on your bare bottom (even as you matured and were a blossomed and fully formed woman physically at the age of 17). Your god-fearing small-minded daddy woul pull you kicking and screaming behind the tool-shed in the woods behind your house to administer some discipline to his girl that he felt was well-deserved.
He was tall and lean, and his hands were hard and rough, and as he spanked your bare derriere, you cried and screamed, but some part of you felt relieved, pleasure/pain was all mixed into the ball of emotion in your heart. Your tears were real-and so was the feeling of warm pleasure sweeping through your body-from the deep insides of your heart and soul throughout your entire body-making you tingle-your nipples grew hard and erect-your pussy sometimes flooded with moisture. Later you would realize you were sopping wet "down there".
You found yourself at a party in Los Angeles, sipping mojitos while wearing a long white revealing dress.
The alcohol went to your head.
The man you were talking with about ad placement in Sports Illustrated had his hand on your ass, beneath your dress, and others were milling about laughing, watching, enjoying the sight of you being molested in public.
His hands rubbed your breasts and you liked it.
You smiled as he pulled your dress over to reveal your sparkling bright breasts, and he sucked each tit, pinched and sucked your nipples, before placing you face down across the glass settee.
Your head was spinning and yet you felt good.
Your head filled with the images of men with hard cocks-hard because the sight of you made them hard-watching you and growing harder, getting more turned on.
Your dress was lifted up over your back revealing your white lace panties and then your panties were pulled down.
Memories of your daddy filled your mind as you felt a huge dick entering you from behind, filling your cunt with California Schlong-huge-immense-pumping you in front of the others-stuffing you with solid hard dick from Los Angeles.
Others pulled your hair, rubbed your tits, pinched and pulled your nipples, and one by one, each of the eighteen men in the room filled and fucked you, filling your southern grown Pussy with their California Cum. They used, abused, and humiliated you but you loved it! This was the true revelation! You enjoyed being used and fucked publicly-and you hoped they had memorialized the evening on a DVD for yours (and theirs) viewing pleasure for years to come.
Each lonely night in LA when you return home after a long day's work, and you have removed your make up, panty hose, and washed your face for the night, you masturbate in your bed, re-living the evening, and the first sign of humiliation, the man's hand on your ass beneath your dress signals what is about to happen, makes you orgasm forcefully, hips bucking, legs shimmying, just like when you were a girl in church, speaking uncontrollably in tongies, shaking and quaking.
Seeking more of this?
Write me.
Thanks,
Pete
