Hitachi party [Fffff][part2]

Anna was lithe. Wicked eyes, deep auburn hair to her shoulders and cheek bones to cut yourself on. Till now she’d been the one with the dark sense of humor that favored oversized sweaters and converse. NOW she owned the room. Now she walked in with each pair of eyes upon her as every heel strike sounded out until she was before me. The power she exuded was like being pinned by a blast of godly wind. A statement of domination in the otherwise girly room. I could feel myself shrink back yet crave what she offered.

She wore and odd half mask that covered her eyes but went upwards and had cute ears that pointed up. But cute like a doberman is cute. Her tits were circled in leather, a framing device, nothing more – but black and thick, the leather pushing into her flesh in placed. The nipples surprisingly large for her frame, but definitely enjoying the moment, just like mine. Those heels belonged to blood red boots that ran to her knees and matched the red collar at her throat, but her lace gloved hands were now enjoying and adjusting what had been captivating lust-me since I saw her; one humongous black strap-on dildo that she wore as clearly queen of the hill.

[Ff] When self-bondage changes hands. [bondage][bdsm]

She hated her body. 25 years old and it still looked 16. A 5’8″ schoolgirl with a platinum credit card and growing sex toy collection. Every visit to the liquor store meant producing ID. Every decadent lingerie trip meant re-measuring the 32B’s in case they’d grown. They hadn’t – but got treated as if they had.

It probably didn’t help that she kept makeup simple, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail more often than not and pussy lasered near fully bare – though that last one was a treat to herself for the Lazenby contract win – and who the hell else could see it so fuck it. She loved it when the lube got messy with her juices and she smeared it as she fucked herself. Latex gloves worked best, the slick surface pushing the wet over the smooth delivering such amazing sensations. Why shave all. the. time – laser it was.

Hitachi party (f)

My first Hitachi party was when I was 17. Rumors had circulated around high school about these outrageous kinky meetups of dozens of girls where they’d take vast amounts of coke and Champaign and use the Hitachi wands on each other for hours, endlessly orgasming till the sun came up.

Me and Anna talked a lot about it – I mean, we talked about everything, including masturbation. And whilst neither of us had even tried a vibe of any kind we had google and fuck that looked intense. My favorite fantasy was the waif with the devil’s eyes that was my bff holding my hand as the other worked the Hitachi over and over.

The truth was more than a little bit different. Surprise surprise. Summer break. Thursday night. Invite from a friend to go with her to watch a movie at Jessica’s. No big deal. Only thing was we had to bring booze. So come Thursday I’m sneaking out with rum and pj’s. I get there and there are 5, including me. I don’t know what Jessica’s parents did, but clearly it was enough. I half knew Jessica, history nerd. Not fat, but ‘pudgy’, and the most alive personality. Super friendly. HUGE boobs.