The pecker carousel

Because I am female, I cannot reach my full potential. Because I am female, I am a seen as prize, a trophy. I will no longer be given the chance to fight men as an equal – they will fight over me while I remain docile and passive. The victor will give me commands, and will do with me as he wishes. The general thinks he is protecting blowjob me, as though he understands the situation better than I do. All he is doing is demeaning me with his treatment. And being ordered into hiding was amateur not even the greatest insult I just received. How dare he advise me to go and get laid? I thought he was patronizing me by taking care of someone he sees as a female unable to look after her herself, but interfering in my private life is far worse. Some of my anger is also directed at myself, because my reactions gave away that I’m a virgin, in front of the slave girl who enjoyed every moment of my embarrassment, when I should have behaved calmly. God damn, some days I wish I’d been born a man. “Are you a lesbian or something?” the general had asked me. He’d never have asked a male subordinate if they were queer. It just so happens I’m not, or at least I’ve never spent time thinking about it, but that’s my personal business. The only reason I have my cherry is because I have more important concerns than my sexuality. Pausing, I sigh, leaning against a window to look at the complex form of the cruiser, and several smaller ships docked alongside to load supplies. One of these might be Koshkeen, here to smuggle me into seclusion as though I’m a nun. While my breath fogs the window glass I face up to the honest truth that I’m lying, even to myself. Okay, so I Hardcore have been concerned about my sexuality – hetero with a hint of bi – but my shameful secret is that my condom body’s sensitivity is what really deters me from intimacy. The few times I’ve touched myself the response of my body – flaring into passion – makes me feel like there’s a sexual animal inside me that could claim me utterly once it was released. First and foremost I’m a Colonel in the Republic fleet. I can’t let myself be reduced to something so aroused I cry out uncontrollably. I’m strong, not a woman who can be made desperate to orgasm. So my limited sexual encounters have always been kept strictly to my terms. I gave head to a guy at boot camp, swallowing his slimy seed like I’d heard girls were supposed to do. I made out with a few guys, but as soon as they dared their hands inevitably would busty stray to my breasts, wanting to play with nipples that are almost as responsive as my more intimate place. I’d push them away, and they’d call me cold. Always the same pattern with roaming hands and me fighting off the advances, until later on I was able to use my rank as a shield. I was relieved when the requests for dates finally stopped. But still they look. They always look. God damn my body! I hit the button hard to open my door. One of the cleaning orderlies is changing the bedding on my regulation cot. She has brought in a huge laundry basket – too large to carry, so it’s on wheels, with canvas sides. She’s in the blue jumpsuit of a civilian. “Ma’am,” she says politely to me, as I walk in. He casually meandered through the racks, looking for the proper place to put the stuff Deana wasn't getting. “Keep still,” he says, and then I see this pathetic youth run up behind her and kick Ja-Alixxe as hard as he can at the defenseless apex offered between her open thighs. Clearly watching her friend suck someone off was not her thing, but she did have one more question. In any case, by the time he grew to adulthood and neared the end of his training, it busty was impossible to ignore the growing attraction we shared for each other. The other man laughed loudly at his companion's reaction and threw a £5 note onto the stage. So she did. Today's Sunday, she'll definitely be there again . Yup, there goes my chance of having a normal Sunday, I was about to watch the 34the episode of Boruto. “This is starting to feel like more than best friend stuff...” I admit. Kate answered back. "Take them home. Gemma looked from me back to Zoe and then her condom eyes settled on the floor in front of her. We passed a large shelf covered in leather-bound books with titles in Arabic. It was nearly nine when I knocked and said, “Mother, I apologize.” You want to see it, touch it, feel it, suck it, fuck it!” I watched both girls attentively and soon saw the blowjob first signs of their distraction. Therefore Sylvia witnesses how her daughter Katin Hardcore get pussy raped by amateur me. “Not at all…it was a joyful recognition of your response…you have learned a lot today…I’m very proud of you, Kelly” There was a silence until I was able to talk. "C'mon, let's go for a swim." She paused looking from one parent to the other as if to get an answer from each. This was a fantasy he longed to make happen.