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how molly came to be
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how molly came to be So, after my divorce, I had a girlfriend who was really hot. When we got together, she was coming off of a divorce, too, and we really connected. We were together for more than 3 years and, even though we still each had our own place, we were planning on her moving in with me once her lease was up, since she spent most nights at my place anyway. Eventually, I was going to ask her to marry me. We used to like to go to a local jazz club where we would typically be the only white people in there. One night, we were in there and we started talking with these two guys and we hit it off with them. After a lot of drinks, we wound up inviting them over to my place to smoke a joint and have some more drinks. The two guys were sitting on my couch and my girlfriend was sitting on my lap in a chair. At one point, she asked them if they needed another beer and she went to fetch them when they said they did. As she walked away toward the kitchen, I noticed one of the guys nudged the other with his elbow and pursed his lips as if to say, “whew” while watching her. The other guy, who was also watching her, just grinned and shook his head. When she came back, they took the beers from her, and one of them grabbed her wrist, said “why don’t you sit on my lap for a while, blondie,” and pulled her down onto his lap. She laughed and said, “oh, I have to let you guys take turns, huh?” The two guys looked at each other and chuckled, and he said, “y’all want to be good hosts, right? Your man won’t mind,” saying man in a sarcastic tone. She just looked at me and shrugged her shoulders with what appeared to be a very excited smile. I just mumbled something about it being up to her. Suddenly, these guys who seemed so great at the club started to seem kind of menacing. They were big guys and either one of them could have torn me apart, let alone both of them together. The other one got up, retrieved her drink from the table next to me while giving me a<b> wink </font></b>and a grin, and gave her her drink. On his lap, she essentially had her ass on his right thigh with her legs crossed and dangling over his left knee. As was often the case when we went out, given my lifelong fetish for pantyhose, i knew that, under her short skirt, she was wearing sheer to waist nylons (brown this night) with no panties and the crotch cut out for later. While we continued to talk like this hadn’t become awkward, I noticed his hand, which was resting on her thigh, began to slowly rub back and forth. Rather abruptly, he said, “you know, you are one fine woman. How many black men have had a chance to enjoy you, darlin’?” She giggled and said, “none.” He said, “what??!! You need to find out what you’ve been missing, girl!” they both laughed, and I saw his hand slide all the way under her skirt, while he stared at me with a look that seemed to say, “what are you gonna do about it?” he then looked surprised as he undoubtedly discovered her pussy was completely exposed under there. He said, “oh, hello!” At that point, I stood and said, “you guys need to go.” His buddy sprung to his feet and pushed me back into my chair, pointed his finger in my face and said, “you best behave yourself now.” While he fingered my girlfriend under her skirt, she quickly became quite into it, occasionally glancing over and biting her lip in an apparent mix of ecstasy and guilt. She began moaning and making out with him. He suddenly stood , set her on her feet, pulled her skirt off and said, “get on your knees and get to work, now.” She obeyed, undid his belt, pulled down his pants, gasped when his massive cock sprung out of his shorts and started sucking him with great enthusiasm. Next thing I knew, one of them said “spitroast,” and I watched as she had one of their cocks deep in her throat and the other pounding her from behind I might as well have become invisible at this point, and she was clearly having the time of her life. It was then that I had this overwhelming feeling that I was jealous. Not of them, but of her. I wanted to be her. I had led a strictly heterosexual life up to that point and never even thought about being attracted to a man. I had secretly indulged in my pantyhose fetish ever since I tried on a pair of my sister’ tights when I was a , occasionally masturbating while wearing them. But after this incident and how it left me feeling, I decided to see what I would look like fully dressed with makeup and a wig, etc. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I luved what I saw and I immediately realized I prefer to be the girl and just wanted to please men. My only regret is that I didn’t figure it out sooner! lol. While sure it will never happen, I do fantasize about meeting those two guys some day and having them ravage me like they did my girlfriend. I would strive to be more enjoyable for them than she was. If not for them, there’s a good chance there would be no molly today! molly  |
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7/2/2019 8:46 pm |
Very interesting story....I too have a fantasy where I meet another guy who likes to dress a a woman. She invites me in and dresses me up, fixes up my hair with makeup and the whole works. We have a very sensual dinner and enjoy a fantastic lovemaking session that leaves our heads spinning for days. It seems like such a liberating experience.
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sounds like fun! lol. molly
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1 post 7/28/2019 1:13 pm |
Great story - I bet u look amazing on ur knees 
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Very hot story baby girl... You can always relive it with different men.. I don't think you'll have a problem finding a couple
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11/25/2020 1:16 pm |
very hot story really turns me on and makes me want it
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Such a HOT story, love to be there when you dream comes true.
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