Her large dark brown eyes swirled with ambiguous meanings. "I... had a sudden feeling I wanted to see you," she said quietly. "There's something you a...nd I have that I don't have with anybody else."Laura nodded slowly. "I know what you mean," she said softly. And she did know. "How about a cup of tea? Or maybe a glass of wine?" Got any vodka?" If you get drunk, you won't want to wake up in time for work," Laura warned.Now Karen's expression became less ambiguous, and Laura realized that this. She would want me to fuck her but instead I was busy with something or other. Of course I did fuck her but I really should have just fucked her whenever she had asked me to. Why not? If it made her feel so good, why didn't I? I now understood what she had been craving. I should have just fucked her several times a day whether I was horny or not. It was sad thinking about what a fool I had been with her.My girlfriend likes to drink and we had gone out drinking with her girlfriend. In the early. I was about to get up and go out for a walk. "Peter." She was in my doorway. "Please dear. Come into my bedroom. I'm weak, I know that. I have needs, Peter. I'm tired of the toys. I'm tired of never being fulfilled. God, Peter. I needed you such much last week. I need you now, baby. Please, come into my room. I want something. I promise that this will be the last time. Just once more. Will you do that, Peter?" I pushed myself up from my bunk. My cock was growing. I felt it as I walked quickly. I whimpered as I felt the last shred of my masculinity disappear. “Good girl, you like that faggot?”“Y-y-yes Daddy,” I said in a genuinely feminine tone. I couldn’t speak like a man, I couldn’t. My voice turned into that of a little girl, high pitched and timid. “I like your cock in my pussy.”“Good girl. Here comes the rest.”“Wha-“Before I could react he grabbed my hips and shoved the last inch of his massive cock inside me. I felt like a rubber band around a two-liter bottle. It stung like.