melonboobs
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Ever since I attended high school decades ago, I've always fantasized of losing control to a woman with a big sexy ass. The desire to lose control preceded my attraction to large sexy bottoms, so I guess I was born that way. I began associating my loss of control with sexy butts because I had 2 teachers who almost always wore form-fitting caprix pants. My eyes followed their derrieres as they walked back and forth to the blackboard and because they were women in positions of authority, I felt extra titillated.
I found a model with a spectacular rear end on daily motion. Here's the link to the woman in the following fantasy. There's no reason to describe her. You can see for yourself.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xmey7y_wow-jenna-shea-in-the-shower-pawg_sexy
I fantasize I'm a mad scientist working on a formula that increases a person's strength tenfold for 2 hours. I theorize one of the side effects is a corresponding increase in libido. Jenna Shea is my lab assistant. She's wearing a white nurse's outfit with white stockings and high heels and red lipstick. I'm about to experiment on myself and drink my formula, but before I have a chance, Jenna snatches the vial and downs the contents.
"What did you do that for? " I ask.
"I couldn't allow you to take the risk. You're too valuable, the experiment couldn't continue without you."
We wait for the formula to take effect. She tells me that she feels much stronger. I have weight machines in my lab to test her strength. She benchpresses 500 pounds and pulls 500 pounds on the lat pulldown machine.
"It's fantastic," I say. "My formula works. I'll be rich."
"Don't forget about the side effects."
"Are you feeling aroused?"
"Very."
She eyes me lustily. I get nervous, realizing she's much stronger than me.
"I've noticed you checking my backside out," she says. "Want to lay with me? The formula is making me unbearably horny."
"It wouldn't be ethical of me to sleep with one of my employees."
She lets her dress fall to the floor and I get an erection.
"Don't be shy. I know you admire my tushy."
She approaches me, her high heels clicking on the cement floor of my basement lab.
"C'mon. You're kind of cute."
She presses against me, her soft bosoms pancaking my chest. She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra which falls to the floor.
"What's the matter? Are you afraid of me now that I'm stronger than you?"
"No, no, of course not," I lie as I edge away from her.
"Where do you think you're going? Don't be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you."
She grabs me, picks me up, and carries me to the table.
"Jenna, put me down," I demand.
She firmly places me on the table and easily pins me down. My erection throbs in frustration. Her strength is amazing.
"What...what are you going to do to me?"
"Don't worry. Like I said, I'm not going to hurt you. The worst thing I might do is tickle you. Are you ticklish?"
I felt panic. She could tickle me literally to death and there was nothing I could do to stop her.
"Are you ticklish?" she repeated.
I struggled but her powerful hands held my wrists as sure as manacles. She moved and held my shoulders down with her knees.
"Why don't you answer me? Are you ticklish?"
"No," I lied, hoping she wouldn't tickle me if I denied being ticklish.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle," she teased, and her fingers found my armpits.
I laughed immediately. (In real life my wife makes me laugh when she tickles my underarms. I don't know why but I just can't stop laughing while she tickles me there.)
"You said you weren't ticklish. You lie."
She scooted down and sat on my legs. She grabbed my shirt and tore it in two.
"For telling me such a fib I'm going to tickle the daylights out of you."
"No, don't," I pleaded.
She overpowered my arms and tied my wrists together with the torn shirt. She held both my wrists down with one hand and tickled my belly with her other. I tried not to laugh but couldn't control myself. I let out a high pitched sneezing guffaw. (In real life my wife has only been able to make me laugh like that 3 times in 20 years. In many of my sex fantasies, forcing me to let out a loud foolish sounding laugh is the climax. Sometimes this involves another woman in a neighboring room hearing and discovering my humiliating situation.)
I couldn't stop laughing.
"Please, please, stop," I begged.
"I might stop...if you ream my ass."
"I'll do it. I'll do it. Just stop."
She got off the table and pulled her panties and stockings off. I rolled off the table and ran. She tackled me gently to the cold cement floor and placed me back on the table. She sat on my chest, her spectacular ass in front of my eyes.
"Lick it or I'm going to start tickling you again. I'm facing some sensitive areas."
She shook her glutes in front of me. I hesitated in awe.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle," she teased, and her fingernails lightly caressed my scrotum. (In real life when my wife tickles my balls I flinch but usually manage to laugh silently.)
I giggled helplessly.
"I can't reach it," I complained.
She sat on my face but instead of her ass crack, I stuck my tongue in her bunghole. She moaned and gyrated. I twirled my tongue around and she began rubbing my penis. Finally, she jammed my penis in her pussy, and I got to see her ass jiggle up and down while she rode me. (In real life this was the first posture I ever experienced.)
I found a model with a spectacular rear end on daily motion. Here's the link to the woman in the following fantasy. There's no reason to describe her. You can see for yourself.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xmey7y_wow-jenna-shea-in-the-shower-pawg_sexy
I fantasize I'm a mad scientist working on a formula that increases a person's strength tenfold for 2 hours. I theorize one of the side effects is a corresponding increase in libido. Jenna Shea is my lab assistant. She's wearing a white nurse's outfit with white stockings and high heels and red lipstick. I'm about to experiment on myself and drink my formula, but before I have a chance, Jenna snatches the vial and downs the contents.
"What did you do that for? " I ask.
"I couldn't allow you to take the risk. You're too valuable, the experiment couldn't continue without you."
We wait for the formula to take effect. She tells me that she feels much stronger. I have weight machines in my lab to test her strength. She benchpresses 500 pounds and pulls 500 pounds on the lat pulldown machine.
"It's fantastic," I say. "My formula works. I'll be rich."
"Don't forget about the side effects."
"Are you feeling aroused?"
"Very."
She eyes me lustily. I get nervous, realizing she's much stronger than me.
"I've noticed you checking my backside out," she says. "Want to lay with me? The formula is making me unbearably horny."
"It wouldn't be ethical of me to sleep with one of my employees."
She lets her dress fall to the floor and I get an erection.
"Don't be shy. I know you admire my tushy."
She approaches me, her high heels clicking on the cement floor of my basement lab.
"C'mon. You're kind of cute."
She presses against me, her soft bosoms pancaking my chest. She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra which falls to the floor.
"What's the matter? Are you afraid of me now that I'm stronger than you?"
"No, no, of course not," I lie as I edge away from her.
"Where do you think you're going? Don't be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you."
She grabs me, picks me up, and carries me to the table.
"Jenna, put me down," I demand.
She firmly places me on the table and easily pins me down. My erection throbs in frustration. Her strength is amazing.
"What...what are you going to do to me?"
"Don't worry. Like I said, I'm not going to hurt you. The worst thing I might do is tickle you. Are you ticklish?"
I felt panic. She could tickle me literally to death and there was nothing I could do to stop her.
"Are you ticklish?" she repeated.
I struggled but her powerful hands held my wrists as sure as manacles. She moved and held my shoulders down with her knees.
"Why don't you answer me? Are you ticklish?"
"No," I lied, hoping she wouldn't tickle me if I denied being ticklish.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle," she teased, and her fingers found my armpits.
I laughed immediately. (In real life my wife makes me laugh when she tickles my underarms. I don't know why but I just can't stop laughing while she tickles me there.)
"You said you weren't ticklish. You lie."
She scooted down and sat on my legs. She grabbed my shirt and tore it in two.
"For telling me such a fib I'm going to tickle the daylights out of you."
"No, don't," I pleaded.
She overpowered my arms and tied my wrists together with the torn shirt. She held both my wrists down with one hand and tickled my belly with her other. I tried not to laugh but couldn't control myself. I let out a high pitched sneezing guffaw. (In real life my wife has only been able to make me laugh like that 3 times in 20 years. In many of my sex fantasies, forcing me to let out a loud foolish sounding laugh is the climax. Sometimes this involves another woman in a neighboring room hearing and discovering my humiliating situation.)
I couldn't stop laughing.
"Please, please, stop," I begged.
"I might stop...if you ream my ass."
"I'll do it. I'll do it. Just stop."
She got off the table and pulled her panties and stockings off. I rolled off the table and ran. She tackled me gently to the cold cement floor and placed me back on the table. She sat on my chest, her spectacular ass in front of my eyes.
"Lick it or I'm going to start tickling you again. I'm facing some sensitive areas."
She shook her glutes in front of me. I hesitated in awe.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle," she teased, and her fingernails lightly caressed my scrotum. (In real life when my wife tickles my balls I flinch but usually manage to laugh silently.)
I giggled helplessly.
"I can't reach it," I complained.
She sat on my face but instead of her ass crack, I stuck my tongue in her bunghole. She moaned and gyrated. I twirled my tongue around and she began rubbing my penis. Finally, she jammed my penis in her pussy, and I got to see her ass jiggle up and down while she rode me. (In real life this was the first posture I ever experienced.)
