What We Want the Most
As fairy god-madam I get to play with all the sexual fantasy requests phoned into our agency. I get to use the candidates first to see if they have potential. My turn on the night shift in New Orleans brings out the weird ones. Take Jerome Prince. If he could clone himself that would be his ideal lover. He wanted a woman that matched all his physical characteristics except she would be the opposite gender. I had tried to talk him into the same gender with a hair dye job and colored contacts, but no…he wanted what he called the real thing.
Just describing what he wanted started both him and me panting, six foot,slim
with small but definite boobs, hair cut like his, a need to dominate, and to dress him in her clothes. She would be wearing a custom leather corset that covered her body from arm pits to knees. It would lace up the back (I just had to try this on with or without his conscent), and stiletto heels. He wanted the underwear to be a surprise. Something he could fantasize. Would it be slippery wet looking pink satin, very transparent white lace, or even shiny black leather? He would imagine the different sensation each would bring. The tactile smooth slide of the satin, lace just inviting to be torn off with the mock innocence it represented, or the strong dominant leather.
Oh the shoes…platform stilettos, with the highest heels possible. She would have the arrogance to dress like a bottom with a defiant look that would melt his heart and raise his cock. He had parties to show off these women. I told them to leave by midnight or lose the fee. They ran across the back patio and would lose one or both their heels in the soft asphalt.
I had been working on the case for three months and was ready to give up until I found Cindy. She would do anything for a man who would lick her shoes. She was slim but still feminine. Hot enough that I thought of keeping her for myself. Well they hit it off, I know, I was there, I got to watch them both get hot. So hot, the party ended early and Cindy led Prince off to his room on a penis leash. I had a camera hidden in Prince's room (wanna see the video?). It was a match made in hell and they lived in a pain filled ecstasy for ever after.
Just describing what he wanted started both him and me panting, six foot,slim
with small but definite boobs, hair cut like his, a need to dominate, and to dress him in her clothes. She would be wearing a custom leather corset that covered her body from arm pits to knees. It would lace up the back (I just had to try this on with or without his conscent), and stiletto heels. He wanted the underwear to be a surprise. Something he could fantasize. Would it be slippery wet looking pink satin, very transparent white lace, or even shiny black leather? He would imagine the different sensation each would bring. The tactile smooth slide of the satin, lace just inviting to be torn off with the mock innocence it represented, or the strong dominant leather. Oh the shoes…platform stilettos, with the highest heels possible. She would have the arrogance to dress like a bottom with a defiant look that would melt his heart and raise his cock. He had parties to show off these women. I told them to leave by midnight or lose the fee. They ran across the back patio and would lose one or both their heels in the soft asphalt.
I had been working on the case for three months and was ready to give up until I found Cindy. She would do anything for a man who would lick her shoes. She was slim but still feminine. Hot enough that I thought of keeping her for myself. Well they hit it off, I know, I was there, I got to watch them both get hot. So hot, the party ended early and Cindy led Prince off to his room on a penis leash. I had a camera hidden in Prince's room (wanna see the video?). It was a match made in hell and they lived in a pain filled ecstasy for ever after.
First published: August, 2012
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