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The Seductive Encounter

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I stood in front of the mirror, my hands gently caressing my breasts, feeling the softness of my skin. I smiled at my reflection, knowing that Matthew was going to love what he was about to see. My name is Melissa, and I’ve known Matthew for years. We were friends, and after both going through recent breakups, we decided to become something more—fuck buddies. It was a mutual agreement, a way to satisfy our physical needs without the complications of a relationship. And I was more than happy to oblige, especially when I discovered Matthew’s particular fetish.

I had always been confident about my body, and my ample breasts were one of my favorite assets. They were perfectly round, full, and heavy, with large, dark nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. I knew men found them irresistible, and Matthew was no exception. He had a thing for breasts, especially when it came to titty-fucking.

As I dressed for the evening, I chose a revealing outfit, wanting to tease and tempt him from the moment he laid eyes on me. I slipped into a sheer black lace bra that barely contained my generous cleavage, pushing my breasts together to create a deep, inviting valley. The bra struggled to support my heavy breasts, and I knew it would be a challenge for him to keep his hands off me. I paired it with a short, tight skirt that hugged my curves and showcased my long, toned legs. A pair of black stockings and high heels completed the look, making me feel like a vixen, ready to seduce and be seduced.

I arrived at Matthew’s place, a bottle of wine in hand, feeling a familiar flutter in my stomach. He opened the door, his eyes immediately locking onto my revealing outfit. I could see the desire in his gaze as he took in my appearance, his eyes traveling from my face down to my exposed cleavage.

“Wow, Melissa,” he said, his voice hoarse with want. “You look incredible.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of power at his reaction. “All for you, Matthew. I thought we could have a little fun tonight.”

He stepped aside, inviting me in. “Oh, I intend to have a lot of fun, believe me.”

As I entered his apartment, I could sense his eyes on me, taking in every curve and sway of my body. I poured us each a glass of wine, my fingers slightly trembling as I handed him his. Matthew took a sip, his eyes never leaving my face, and then my breasts.

“So, tell me, Matthew,” I said, leaning against the kitchen counter, my legs slightly parted. “How much do you love breasts?”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You know I do, Melissa. I’ve always been a boob man. But yours… they’re something else.”

I bit my lip, feeling a warm tingle between my thighs. “And what do you like to do with them?”

Matthew’s gaze darkened, and he took a step closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I like to suck on them, lick them, worship them. But my favorite… is to fuck them.”

My pussy clenched at his words, and I felt a rush of wetness. I loved the idea of using my breasts to pleasure him, to make him lose control. I took a step towards him, my hands resting on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath my palms.

“Then let’s not waste any time,” I whispered, my breath hot against his neck.

I pushed him gently towards the couch, and he sat down, his eyes never leaving my body. I straddled his lap, my skirt riding up my thighs, and positioned myself so that my pussy was just inches from his face. I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Melissa,” he murmured, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts.

I leaned back, arching my back slightly, offering my heavy orbs to his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my bra, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, making them pebble-hard.

“They’re so big, so soft,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel them around my cock.”

I smiled, my heart racing. “Then you shall, Matthew. But first, I want to tease you a little more.”

I stood up, my skirt falling back into place, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing more of my cleavage. I turned my back to him, letting him admire the curve of my waist and the swell of my ass in the tight skirt. With a gentle push, I released my breasts from the confines of my bra, letting them hang free, the weight of them pulling at my sensitive nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” Matthew breathed, his voice filled with awe.

I turned to face him, my breasts swaying with the movement. I ran my hands over them, squeezing and lifting them, offering them to his gaze. His eyes were glued to my chest, his mouth slightly open, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing.

“Come here,” I said, my voice low and commanding.

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, the wine forgotten on the kitchen counter. Once inside, I pushed him onto the bed and stood before him, my legs slightly apart, my breasts heavy and inviting.

“Undress me,” I whispered, my breath hot on his face.

Matthew’s hands were shaking as he reached for the buttons of my blouse, his fingers fumbling in their haste. He managed to undo them, and I shrugged the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there, my breasts exposed, my nipples hard and pointing towards him.

“Suck them,” I commanded, my voice husky.

He leaned forward, his mouth replacing his hands, and took a nipple into his warm, wet mouth. He sucked gently at first, then with more urgency, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. I moaned, my head falling back, as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

“That’s it, Matthew,” I encouraged, my hands on his head, guiding him. “Suck them, make them wet for your cock.”

He obeyed, his mouth working feverishly, his hands now roaming over my body, squeezing my ass and stroking my thighs. I was soaking wet, my pussy throbbing with need, but I wanted to focus on his pleasure first.

“Now, lie back,” I instructed, pushing him gently onto the bed.

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs, my knees on either side of his hips. I leaned forward, my breasts dangling above his straining erection, and smiled down at him.

“Are you ready for this, Matthew?” I asked, my voice teasing.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on my breasts. “Oh yes, please, Melissa.”

I lowered myself, taking his hard length in my hands, and guided it between my breasts, positioning it at the entrance of my cleavage. I squeezed my breasts together, creating a tight channel for his cock, and began to slide up and down, my nipples brushing against his shaft with each stroke.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he groaned, his hands gripping my thighs.

I increased the pace, my breasts massaging his cock, my nipples rubbing against his sensitive skin. I could feel his precum leaking out, lubricating my breasts as I fucked him with them.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my breath hot on his skin.

“Yes, oh yes,” he panted, his hips thrusting upwards to meet my movements.

I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples grazing his, as I continued to ride his cock with my tits. I could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing between my breasts, and I knew he was close.

“Cum for me, Matthew,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “Cover my tits with your hot load.”

He arched his back, his hands gripping my hips, and with a loud groan, he came, his warm cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating my breasts and neck. I squeezed my breasts around his pulsing cock, milking every last drop from him.

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, his softening cock still nestled between my breasts. I smiled down at him, my hands gently stroking his chest.

“That was incredible, Melissa,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.

I leaned down and kissed him, tasting the remnants of our passion on his lips. “It’s just the beginning, Matthew. I have so much more to show you.”

As I spoke, I felt his cock twitch against my breasts, already showing signs of life again. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was just the start of our erotic journey together.

Little did Matthew know, I had only just begun to explore his breast fetish, and I intended to take him to new heights of pleasure. The thought made me shiver with anticipation, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I revealed my next surprise.

The Happy Dragon’s Secret

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The bustling streets of New York City welcomed Melissa as she stepped out of her hotel, eager to explore during her brief respite from work. With a few hours to spare, she decided to wander through the vibrant Chinatown, her curiosity piqued by the exotic atmosphere. As she strolled past colorful shops and fragrant restaurants, a discreet sign caught her eye—’The Happy Dragon Beauty Spa’. Intrigued, she entered, assuming it was a typical spa offering a much-needed respite for her tired body.

The interior of the spa was dimly lit, adorned with oriental decor, and filled with the soothing aroma of incense. A small, elderly Chinese woman, Li, greeted Melissa with a warm smile, her black hair neatly tied back, revealing wise, dark eyes. She wore a traditional silk robe, her petite frame exuding a sense of calm and serenity. Melissa felt instantly at ease.

“Welcome, beautiful lady. Are you here for our special massage?” Li’s voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of a Chinese accent.

Melissa, assuming it was a regular massage, agreed, unaware of the true nature of the services offered at The Happy Dragon. She was led to a private room, the walls adorned with intricate silk tapestries, and the air filled with the scent of jasmine. The atmosphere was relaxing, and Melissa felt her worries melt away.

Li instructed Melissa to undress and lie face down on the soft massage table, covered in luxurious silk sheets. The room was warm, and Melissa’s skin tingled with anticipation as she exposed her naked body to the gentle touch of the air. She could hear the soothing sounds of a traditional Chinese flute playing in the background, adding to the exotic ambiance.

Li’s skilled hands began to work their magic, starting with Melissa’s shoulders and back. Her touch was firm yet gentle, kneading the tension out of Melissa’s muscles. Warm oil was applied, its scent filling Melissa’s senses as Li’s hands glided smoothly over her skin. The massage was exquisite, and Melissa felt herself drifting into a state of pure bliss.

As Li’s hands moved down to Melissa’s thighs, her touch became more intimate. She massaged the insides of Melissa’s thighs, her fingers brushing dangerously close to Melissa’s most sensitive areas. Melissa, caught off guard, let out a soft moan, unsure how to react. She had never experienced such a bold massage before.

Li’s hands paused, and she whispered softly, her breath warm against Melissa’s ear, “Relax, beautiful. Let me pleasure you in ways you’ve never imagined.”

Before Melissa could respond, Li’s hands resumed their exploration, this time with more purpose. Li’s fingers found their way to Melissa’s pussy, gently caressing the soft, moist folds. Melissa’s breath quickened as she felt Li’s skilled touch, her body responding involuntarily to the pleasure. She had never been touched by a woman before, and the sensation was both unfamiliar and intensely arousing.

Li’s fingers danced over Melissa’s clit, circling and teasing, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Melissa’s hips involuntarily bucked, seeking more contact. Li chuckled softly, a sensual sound that sent shivers down Melissa’s spine.

“You like this, don’t you, my sweet?” Li’s voice was a soft purr, filled with satisfaction at Melissa’s reaction.

Melissa could only nod, her mouth dry as she struggled to form words. She had never felt such intense pleasure from a simple touch. Li’s fingers continued their dance, sliding down to penetrate Melissa’s wetness, her middle finger sliding effortlessly into her tight pussy.

“Oh, you’re so wet, so ready,” Li whispered, her finger curling and finding that special spot deep within Melissa’s core.

Melissa gasped, her body arching off the table as Li’s finger worked its magic, hitting her G-spot with precision. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. Li’s other hand reached up to pinch and roll Melissa’s hardened nipples, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body.

“Cum for me, beautiful. Let go of your inhibitions,” Li urged, her voice a soft command.

Melissa’s body trembled as she felt the orgasm building, an overwhelming sensation that she couldn’t control. Li’s fingers quickened their pace, her thumb now rubbing Melissa’s clit in perfect rhythm with her finger’s thrusts.

With a loud cry, Melissa climaxed, her body shaking violently as waves of pleasure washed over her. It was her first female orgasm, and it was mind-blowing. Li’s skilled touch had unlocked a new world of pleasure, one Melissa never knew existed.

As Melissa lay panting, her body sated and relaxed, Li gently removed her hands and began to wipe away the excess oil with a warm, damp cloth. Melissa felt a mix of emotions—embarrassment, excitement, and a deep sense of satisfaction.

“That was incredible,” Melissa managed to say, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her release.

Li smiled, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s my pleasure to bring pleasure, my dear. Many women come here for this very reason. You are not the first, and you won’t be the last.”

Melissa realized that The Happy Dragon was more than just a spa. It was a place where women could explore their desires, free from judgment. She felt a sense of empowerment and a newfound curiosity about her own sexuality.

As she dressed, Melissa couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets Li and The Happy Dragon held. The experience had awakened something within her, a hunger for more. She knew she would be back, eager to explore the boundaries of her own pleasure and to discover the full extent of Li’s sensual expertise.

The first chapter of Melissa’s erotic journey had ended, but the story was far from over. The Happy Dragon and Li had opened a door to a world of sensual delights, and Melissa was eager to step through and embrace the unknown.

The Seductive Proposal

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I never imagined my life would take such a scandalous turn. Standing in the spacious corner office of Forrester Enterprises, I felt my heart racing as I faced my boss, Jonathon. His proposal, whispered in a low, seductive tone, sent a shiver down my spine. At 48, he exuded an air of authority, his brown hair slightly graying at the temples, and his green eyes piercing through my soul.

“Melissa, I have a proposition for you,” he began, leaning back in his leather chair. “A deal that could benefit us both.”

I shifted nervously, my heart pounding in my chest. At 44, I was no stranger to the corporate world, but this situation was entirely unexpected. My brown hair fell across my face as I tried to compose myself, my pretty features betraying my inner turmoil.

“Go on,” I managed to say, my voice steady despite my racing thoughts.

“You see, Melissa, I have certain… needs,” he continued, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “And I believe you can help me fulfill them.”

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity mingling with apprehension. Jonathon was a powerful man, a dominant force in the company, and his words hinted at something far from the usual office politics.

“I want you to become my personal pleasure provider,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “A secret arrangement, where you satisfy my desires whenever I call upon you.”

My mouth went dry as the implications of his words sank in. Was he asking me to be his… sex slave? The very idea was outrageous, yet the thought of losing my job was even more terrifying. Forrester Enterprises was a Fortune 500 company, and keeping my position here was crucial for my career.

“What… what do you mean exactly?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jonathon stood up, his tall, muscular frame filling the space between us. “I want you to be at my beck and call, Melissa. Whenever I crave your body, you’ll be there to satisfy me. No questions asked.”

I felt my cheeks flush, my body reacting to his bold statement. His handsome face was a picture of pure desire, and I found myself captivated by his intense gaze.

“And if I refuse?” I asked, my voice laced with a mix of fear and defiance.

He smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Then I’m afraid your position here becomes… tenuous. I have the power to make or break careers, Melissa. This is your chance to secure your future.”

The weight of his words hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew he wasn’t bluffing; his reputation as a ruthless businessman preceded him. The thought of being at his mercy, both professionally and sexually, was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

“I… I need some time to think,” I stammered, my mind reeling.

Jonathon’s expression softened, and he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Take all the time you need, my dear. But remember, the offer stands. I can guarantee you’ll find the experience… satisfying.”

As I left his office, my mind was in turmoil. The proposal was outrageous, yet the prospect of losing my job was even more unsettling. I knew Jonathon’s reputation; he was a man who always got what he wanted.

That night, I lay awake, my thoughts consumed by the events of the day. I couldn’t deny the spark of excitement that Jonathon’s proposal had ignited within me. The idea of being his sexual servant, submitting to his every whim, was both thrilling and terrifying.

I thought about his strong hands on my body, his commanding presence dominating me in ways I had never experienced before. The more I imagined it, the more my body responded, my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of my nightgown.

I slid my hand down my stomach, feeling the heat between my thighs. My fingers slipped beneath the lace, stroking my swollen clit as I fantasized about Jonathon’s touch. I pictured him ripping off my clothes, his lips crushing mine in a passionate kiss.

“Oh, Jonathon,” I moaned, my fingers moving faster as I imagined his thick cock thrusting inside me. “Fuck me, please.”

My mind raced with fantasies of being bent over his desk, my skirt hiked up, and his powerful strokes filling me with pleasure. I envisioned him taking control, ordering me to please him, and I found myself craving his dominance.

As my orgasm built, I saw his face in my mind’s eye, his green eyes dark with desire. I imagined him watching me touch myself, his hand on his hard cock, stroking in time with my movements. The thought of him getting off to my pleasure sent me over the edge.

“Yes, Jonathon!” I cried out, my body convulsing as I came, my juices flowing freely.

In the aftermath of my release, I lay panting, my mind still spinning. I knew I couldn’t deny the intense attraction I felt for him, and the thought of being his sexual plaything was becoming more appealing by the minute.

The next day, I returned to work, my decision made. I walked into Jonathon’s office, my heart pounding with anticipation.

“I’ve thought about your proposal,” I said, my voice steady. “And I accept.”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. “Excellent, Melissa. I knew you’d make the right choice.”

He stood up, and before I could react, he pulled me into a passionate embrace, his lips crushing mine in a kiss that took my breath away. His tongue invaded my mouth, demanding and possessive, and I responded eagerly, my hands gripping his broad shoulders.

“I want you now,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “Bend over my desk.”

I obeyed without hesitation, my body on fire with anticipation. I felt his hands on my hips, lifting my skirt, and then the cool air on my bare ass. His fingers traced my wetness, and I moaned, my pussy already dripping in anticipation.

“You’re so wet, my little slut,” he whispered, his hot breath on my neck. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, my face flushed with shame and desire.

He chuckled, a deep, sensual sound. “Good girl. Now, spread your legs wider.”

I complied, my heart racing as I felt his fingers probing my entrance. He teased me, circling my hole, making me ache for his touch.

“Please, Jonathon,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “I need you inside me.”

“Patience, my pet,” he murmured, his fingers finally sliding into my wet heat. “I want to make this last.”

His fingers worked their magic, stretching and filling me, and I couldn’t hold back my moans. His touch was skilled, knowing exactly how to drive me wild.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “My fingers deep inside you.”

“Yes, oh yes,” I gasped, my hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. “I’m so close…”

“Not yet,” he growled, his fingers suddenly leaving me empty. “I want to taste you first.”

Before I could protest, he pushed me down onto my knees, my face inches from his bulging crotch. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with surprise and desire.

“Suck me, Melissa,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “Show me how much you want this.”

I didn’t hesitate. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It stood proudly, the head glistening with pre-cum. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste him, and he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair.

I took him into my mouth, savoring his salty taste, and he bucked his hips, fucking my face with abandon. I reveled in his dominance, my hands gripping his thighs as I sucked him deep, my throat welcoming his length.

“That’s it, take it all,” he grunted, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You’re such a good girl.”

His praise fueled my desire, and I sucked him harder, my lips sliding up and down his shaft. I could feel his balls tightening, and I knew he was close. I wanted to taste his cum, to feel his release on my tongue.

With a guttural roar, he pulled out of my mouth, his hot seed spraying across my face and lips. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as his warm cum coated me.

“Swallow it, my pet,” he ordered, his voice husky. “Every last drop.”

I did as he commanded, my tongue cleaning his cock, savoring the taste of him. He watched me with dark, possessive eyes, his hand still tangled in my hair.

“Now, get back on the desk,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want to fuck you until we both cum.”

I scrambled to obey, my body trembling with anticipation. He followed, his cock still hard and glistening with my saliva. He positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he guided his thick length into my waiting pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as he filled me, his cock stretching me deliciously.

He began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with pleasure. I clung to the edge of the desk, my body arching to meet his powerful strokes.

“You feel so good, Melissa,” he growled, his breath hot on my neck. “So tight and wet.”

His words spurred me on, and I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with abandon. I could feel my orgasm building, a delicious pressure coiling low in my belly.

“Cum for me, my little slut,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Let me feel your pussy milk my cock.”

His words were like a match to dry kindling, and I exploded around him, my pussy clenching and pulsing as I came. He growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent, and I knew he was close.

“Yes, Jonathon! Cum with me!” I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock throbbing as he filled me with his hot seed. I could feel his release, his cum mixing with mine, and I savored the sensation, my body tingling with post-orgasmic bliss.

As we both caught our breath, I realized I had made the right choice. The thought of being his sexual slave, of submitting to his every desire, filled me with a heady mix of excitement and trepidation. I knew this was just the beginning, and I couldn’t wait to see what other pleasures Jonathon had in store for me.

Little did I know, the depths of his depravity and my own capacity for pleasure were about to be explored in ways I had never imagined.

How Small is It?

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One kind of call that is a favorite of mine is small penis humiliation. The second boyfriend I ever had was sadly not well endowed. He lacked confidence because of this. He was a good looking man, had a lot going for him, most women would have considered him everything they ever wanted. Until they’d see him naked. When someone says size doesn’t matter, they are lying. It does. There’s no way a two or three inch penis is going to satisfy a woman like a seven inch one. It’s just not happening. Then they do their song and dance about how fantastically gifted they are at oral sex. That is important yes, but it’s still not going to make up for a lack of a normal sized dick.

Imagine oral sex as the appetizer and intercourse as the main entree. When a guy has a tiny penis and is great at oral sex, you will be expected to live off of a diet of appetizers only. There will never be an entree. So a lot of women are simply going to turn towards another man with a normal or larger than normal sized dick. It’s pretty clear to understand why, so many guys with a little dick then find themselves in the role of a cuckold. They often go hand in hand.

The stories men have shared about how their lives could have been different if only they had a normal sized dick, it’s sad honestly. One story of rejection after the next, until it all becomes so familiar it’s all they know and are comfortable with. This boyfriend I had was great at licking pussy, there’s not a doubt about it. He would make me cum and cum and cum some more with his head buried between my thighs. He’d suck my clit and bring me to the brink of orgasm again and again, I was driven wild with his magic, flickering tongue.

Another man started showing interest in me though and it wasn’t long until he turned my head. He was well endowed, and it had been a while since my pussy had been stretched. You can’t really feel something three inches going inside of a wet pussy. “Is it in yet?” The familiar question so many guys with little dicks have been answering for most of their lives. Yes, it’s in, it’s just so small, we aren’t aware of it.

Then we’ve got the double whammy many with tiny dicks have, a premature ejaculator. Not all are like that of course, but many are. Some callers have said if they last ten seconds it’s a good showing for them. So a little dick and a two pump chump rolled into one. I had one last week like that. The first thing I asked him was did he have a lady, he said yes, he was married even. Then I asked if he made a lot of money. That was the equalizer. Yes. If a guy makes a lot of money, it won’t matter how ugly, short, fat, bald, or tiny dicked he is, he will have his choice of golddiggers. So guys, if you have a tiny dick, you need to make a lot of dough, or else the ladies have no need for you whatsoever.

Now you might get the trophy wife, but she’s likely still gonna fuck other guys, a girl needs some dick after all! Cuckolds come in many different types. Some want to merely hear about their wives “dates” with other men. That’s enough for them. Others would like to be downstairs or in the next room and hear the moans and groans and squeaking beds. Some want to watch. Others want to get right in there and suck the guys cock to get it hard for their woman and then lick out the cum afterwards. So many different levels and needs for this crew.

Do you like to be called a failure in the bedroom and told what a loser you are? Does it make your little pee pee get all rock hard and stand up at attention, even if it’s only the size of a peanut? I am more than happy to laugh at you and your shortcomings. Small penis humiliation is one of my favorite calls. So many men deserve to be belittled and ridiculed. No doubt you also have loads of stories to share of your decades worth of humiliating experiences. I’m happy to listen to all of them.