- Sat Mar 02, 2013 10:53 pm
#19920
It is a hobby of mine to seduce young virgin guys and help them initiate their sex lives. Three weeks ago I had another such opportunity. I was at a disco, and I was mingling with a group of young guys. Now, I have big tits, and men usually enjoy looking at them, so I do not hide them very well. The center of the conversation was indeed my tits, and the lads made verbal advances on the rest of my physical attributes. One of the lads, I shall call him Pete (I never got his name,) was obviously not talking base on personal experiences, so when the rest went dancing I cornered him and asked him to go and get me another drink. I had been at the disco before and had chosen a booth at some distance from the bar and the dance floor, which meant that the sound level was low enough to talk a little, and I pretended to be too tipsy to go for the drink myself.
A game I have used before is to pretend that my underwear is itching. After Pete had noted my uneasiness I told him that I was wearing a new slip, made from a fabric that I might be allergic to. I asked him whether it would offend him if I took the slip off. Pete reacted with an embarrassed, non-committal sound. I got up and proceeded, in my short, narrow dress, to remove the slip. As I bent down to put it in my hand-back on the floor, in my pretended tipsiness I lost my balance. When I 'realised' that I was exposing everything I very embarrassed covered up and pardoned for my lack of modesty and ensured him that it was not my intention to trouble him.
But of course the BH also itched, so I turned my back and asked him to help remove it. In order to get his hands under my dress and work his way up to the BH he was forced to pull up the dress quite high. Pete was reasonably handy in unhooking the BH; some lads need to pull the dress so high up, that they can watch what they are doing. After the BH was off I asked Pete to scratch my back, then my sides, and then move his hands to the front. Soon Pete massaged my tits, first awkwardly, but then with more ease. In my tipsy condition I leaned forward and supported myself at the table, with the result, that everything hang lose, and in order to reach he had to lean against my now bare back. I could feel something very hard.
Then I turned around and asked him to scratch my belly and then move down to where it was no longer my belly. I then, hesitantly and embarrassed, asked him for one more favor: It itched inside, would he please reach in with his fingers and try to scratch me? The next step was to ask him how his underwear was and ask if I could feel the fabric. Before he could say "Huh" I had opened up and was feeling his underpants. There I found the big thing I had felt against my back. He squirmed and tried to hide it, but I got it pulled out. I said: "Oh my God, that is much longer than your fingers. Could I ask you to scratch me inside with it?
At this moment two of his comrades showed up at the entrance to the booth, from where Pete could not see them. I could see on their surprised gaze, that they had understood what was about to happen. I waved them away, and they disappeared.
Now, should I have unprotected sex with these young lads? Probably not. However, I am careful to be protected in all other situations than with virgins, and I have regular medical examinations. In any event, Pete was soon pumping away with me lying on the table, and before long he shot a big load. I gave him a kiss and a hug and told him, that he had been of great help. I left, leaving him behind with a confused smile, as if he could not believe what had just happened. I left the BH, which was still lying on the table. Maybe he has kept it as a trophy. I hope I have made a difference in his life.
And now I look forward to the next opportunity to practice my hobby.
A game I have used before is to pretend that my underwear is itching. After Pete had noted my uneasiness I told him that I was wearing a new slip, made from a fabric that I might be allergic to. I asked him whether it would offend him if I took the slip off. Pete reacted with an embarrassed, non-committal sound. I got up and proceeded, in my short, narrow dress, to remove the slip. As I bent down to put it in my hand-back on the floor, in my pretended tipsiness I lost my balance. When I 'realised' that I was exposing everything I very embarrassed covered up and pardoned for my lack of modesty and ensured him that it was not my intention to trouble him.
But of course the BH also itched, so I turned my back and asked him to help remove it. In order to get his hands under my dress and work his way up to the BH he was forced to pull up the dress quite high. Pete was reasonably handy in unhooking the BH; some lads need to pull the dress so high up, that they can watch what they are doing. After the BH was off I asked Pete to scratch my back, then my sides, and then move his hands to the front. Soon Pete massaged my tits, first awkwardly, but then with more ease. In my tipsy condition I leaned forward and supported myself at the table, with the result, that everything hang lose, and in order to reach he had to lean against my now bare back. I could feel something very hard.
Then I turned around and asked him to scratch my belly and then move down to where it was no longer my belly. I then, hesitantly and embarrassed, asked him for one more favor: It itched inside, would he please reach in with his fingers and try to scratch me? The next step was to ask him how his underwear was and ask if I could feel the fabric. Before he could say "Huh" I had opened up and was feeling his underpants. There I found the big thing I had felt against my back. He squirmed and tried to hide it, but I got it pulled out. I said: "Oh my God, that is much longer than your fingers. Could I ask you to scratch me inside with it?
At this moment two of his comrades showed up at the entrance to the booth, from where Pete could not see them. I could see on their surprised gaze, that they had understood what was about to happen. I waved them away, and they disappeared.
Now, should I have unprotected sex with these young lads? Probably not. However, I am careful to be protected in all other situations than with virgins, and I have regular medical examinations. In any event, Pete was soon pumping away with me lying on the table, and before long he shot a big load. I gave him a kiss and a hug and told him, that he had been of great help. I left, leaving him behind with a confused smile, as if he could not believe what had just happened. I left the BH, which was still lying on the table. Maybe he has kept it as a trophy. I hope I have made a difference in his life.
And now I look forward to the next opportunity to practice my hobby.
- By Clownkicker
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