1. Who Owned Me -1


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Sex Humor, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    face any longer. They had been, while I'd spoken to him, but now he was looking lower, staring at my partially exposed breasts. With my naturally thin build they look larger than they really are. My breasts are firm too, proud and topped with dark nipples that could be difficult to hide at times. My boobs had certainly earned me more attention than I'd been comfortable with back home. Even now, around college and at the store where I worked. I'd gotten some long, lingering looks from strangers and I'd ignored them, but I couldn't have expected such a thing from a dog! He was looking at my tits, I was sure of it, and I had no idea why. I'll admit I'm no expert on dogs, but I'm no dummy either. Perhaps it was just my bra, the way it fell loose and probably looked odd to the a****l. The movement probably caught his attention, I thought, but even so I felt myself warming all over. I turned my back to him without really thinking about it, except no man had ever seen my breasts naked. He wasn't a man though, I reminded myself, just a dog. All the same, I felt very shy suddenly and I didn't like his eyes on me, so I turned and considered undressing in the bathroom. The silliness of my mood is what stopped me. It's one thing to be embarrassed, but quite another to have no reason for it. I felt kind of stupid actually and I rolled my eyes at myself. The dog was looking at me, so what? Was I some sort of male-phobe, or whatever the correct word for being afraid of males might be, did ...
    I fear men so much that it extended to dogs? No. I wasn't afraid of men. I merely had little interest in them, aside from my boyfriend, and he'd been ... What? &#034Expected,&#034 I sighed, trying to forget the dog behind me as I pulled my bra off my arms. &#034You're the prettiest girl in school,&#034 my mom had told me more than once. &#034I don't know what's wrong with you.&#034 &#034When are you going to get a boyfriend?&#034 my dad wondered, having mixed feelings on the subject. He didn't want me to have one, but he wanted me to want one, you know? He'd been happy enough that I'd shown no interest in dating, until it became peculiar. People wondered about me, being sixteen and very pretty and without so much as a single date to my name. And so I'd gotten a boyfriend, a nice one, and a boy I knew to be harmless. It had been fun and I'd enjoyed our two years together, our junior and senior years in high school, but I'd kept him at an arm's length all the while. He'd talked of marriage just before leaving for the army and I'd shaken my head at that. Someday, sure. I wanted a husband and c***dren, but not yet. I didn't know what I wanted. I had to figure out who I was first, that's what I was thinking, and why I'd left home and found my own place. My own job and a new school. I didn't feel like an adult, you know? I was still waiting for the lightning to strike, the big idea that would tell me who I was supposed to be and what I was supposed to do with my life. The waiting ...
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