Thread: A Sticky Sensation (Sensual Tyrannosaurus and Anna)

Sasha Watts was beautiful. You'd have to be blind to miss it. She had that perfect face, that doll's face with the smooth white china skin and the pert button nose and the full red lips that so readily formed a pouty, alluring expression. She had the long flaxen hair that flowed over her shoulders and turned a full gold at it's edges, right at the hem of the rose red skirt that came only halfway down her thighs and covered almost nothing. She had the long legs that were elegant and full all at once, and they were wrapped in tight, see-through stockings that slid all the way up and brought the eye with them to another thing she had in abundance- Her rhythm , she called it, because when she walked jiggled and swayed side to side until you'd think it was hypnotic, all the boys in the room would stare so. In short, she had everything. Everything except breasts. Every dimension of her was full and curving and nicely rounded except for that one great fault in her, but no-one could rightly bring themselves to mind. Not with her feminine little touches, the way she covered her mouth with one gloved hand, or the way she squeaked so cutely when something surprised her, a cute little mouse in all other ways. No, the boys were more than happy to ogle what she put one show, and she gave them plenty of that. Sometimes she would purposefully drop something right besides the teacher's desk at the head of the class, and lean over slow and teasing, letting her skirt hike up and up over her round ass to display the tight, lacy black panties that wrapped between her buttocks for all to see.... She didn't need eyes in the back of her head to know how they looked at her then, the boys, she could feel the heat of their lustful stares trying to peel the clothing off her body. She could almost hear their desperate, hungry thoughts then, when they began to strain at the front of their pants- How badly they wanted her body, wanted to get away from the rest and sli their jeans down over their throbbingly hard meat and beat off, imagine all the thick pearl gobbets of cum splattering against her skin and running down her face and vanishing to the hungry tongue between those lips. It gave her little thrills up her spine, being seen like that. And she'd let them have her that way, any way they wanted, any time, if she could. But no. No that was the best part. She had her secret . And the boys in the class didn't know, and not the skinny little cheerleaders who pretended to be her friends and mocked her flat chest behind her back and were jealous all the while of how the boys stared, no one, not even the teacher, the old sociology professor she'd given such the treat to ensure she got the job, not one of them really knew her. No, that was reserved for a very exclusive club. And she was very thorough about who she let know, who would find out that she had more than just the face, the hair, the legs, the rhythm. Who would get to know about her little secret . Today, someone new got to join. In an all new position too... She leaned back against the wall of pillows stacked on the headboard, folding an arm behind her head and letting the other wander beneath her bright pink shirt, 'cleverly' emblazoned with sparkling sequins reading Royal Bitch. Her fingers found a nipple and tweaked the sensitive thing a little, making her moan softly and stretch out her legs out across the bed and curl her toes in slow and luxurious motions of pleasure. In the background, the doorbell rang. Oh. Mmm. He was here . Come on iiiii nnnnn !