1. (Femdom story) Wendell and how he got that way by


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: wickedguy333, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    These stories are favourites of mine and would like to share. Wendell would never forget the time he met Diana. Just eighteen years old, but street-wise and self-assured as a Mafia kingpin, she was sitting at a small table by the dressing room, leaning back in her chair with her legs kicked open wide. She was laughing with another dancer about something and smoking a cigarette. He’d always remember her white knee-high leather boots and white boy-cut panties and white lace bra; how tight her stomach was and how strong her thighs looked; her hair - shoulder-length blonde with bangs like Barbie’s - and large blue eyes he could see in the dark. She was, and still is, his perfect One. Compare her to the girl who was sitting with her. The other girl, named Karolyn, was slightly shorter and stockier than Diana, with huge natural breasts and long blonde hair parted in the middle. She’d been in several well-known men’s magazines and traveled frequently as a feature dancer. Thousands of men had jacked off to her pictures. Next to Diana, she looked like nothing. If Karolyn is the girl in the stroke magazine, then Diana is the girl you buy the magazine for. Karolyn is the opening act, the pictures you look at to get warmed up before you get to Diana’s. Diana is the girl that makes it unbearable for you to throw the magazine away. The one you will treasure forever. The One. Wendell had never been in a strip club before, and he felt like he was in a dream. It was more like a fancy ...
    nightclub than the seedy place he’d imagined a strip joint would be, full of expensive wood and brass railings. The music was louder than Wendell was used to, making his teeth rattle. Strutting around to the loud music were fifty half-naked women selling lap dances to whoever wanted one. They were all beautiful, and for twenty dollars they would take off their tops and rub their tanned young bodies all over you, paying special attention to the bulge in your pants, for the duration of one song. It didn’t matter if the man was fat, old, or ugly; they all got the same cock-straining dance as long as they had money, and Wendell had plenty of money. Still, after he first noticed Diana he was hesitant to approach her. She was just too good looking. Could it really be possible that someone like himself, scrawny and inept Wendell, could actually get a woman as flawless as Diana to be his private sex-toy just by handing her money? When he finally got up the nerve to approach her table and coughed up a nervous “Excuse me, Miss? Could I get a dance?” the girls both acted like he’d coughed up a turd. Karolyn muttered something under her breath and took a long annoyed drag of her cigarette while she stared at him. Diana shot him a fuck you look - but he didn’t see it. He was too busy looking down at her legs. God, they were fabulous. Absolutely flawless. And the way her skin glowed in the candlelight - “Like my boots, loser?” she sneered. Wendell’s brain, lost in an erotic dreamland, took a ...
«1234...1213»