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What More Could You Want? free porn video
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What More Could You Wish For
by Joannebarbarella
I stand in front of the three-way mirror in my dressing room and
carefully check my appearance. Tonight I want to be as near to
perfection as possible. I see a silver woman reflected back at me. My
upswept hair is platinum blonde with shoulder-length ringlets falling
>from the back of my head down behind my ears. A diamond tiara holds
every hair in place,giving me a regal appearance. In my ears long dangly
earrings of silver studded with diamond chips twinkle in the light, and
shift as I turn my head this way and that.
My face is perfectly made up and I admire my own beauty. My eyebrows are
arched and thin with just a touch of darkness to enhance the contrast
with my skin;beneath them the eye-shadow phases from silver to an aqua
blue towards my eyes, my blue-grey eyes, outlined dramatically in black
liner with long mascaraed lashes which I flutter experimentally to make
sure I will get the desired effect later in the evening. The blusher on
my high cheekbones highlights the oval shape of my face and my lips are
like crimson pillows, deliciously "come hither". The extra fullness
imparted by the collagen injections is very effective.
Satisfied with my face and hair I continue my self-inspection. My
necklace is of silver and diamond to match the earrings and lies
comfortably at the base of my throat in three strands, elegant but not
too ostentatious. My dress is by Dior, a silver halter-neck designed to
be simply stunning, the neckline plunges to my waist and the back is
totally bare almost to my buttocks. No bra for me tonight; double sided
tape holds my breasts and dress in place to make sure that I have no
mishaps. I smile as I think that no man will be able to look me in the
eyes tonight. Their gaze will be riveted on my cleavage. The tan on my
upper body is even.
I have been careful not to wear a top in the solarium for the last few
weeks and I can see in the side panels of the mirror that the colour on
my back is smooth and even. The skirt of the dress hugs my hips and
backside tightly and my only underwear is a thong in silver satin, so I
will show no panty lines tonight, although I am wearing a maxi-pad in
case I leak inadvertently. My dress falls nearly straight to my knees
and then the skirt splits at the sides down to my ankles allowing my
legs to be seen and providing me with some freedom of movement. I am not
wearing stockings so that my silver-painted toenails can be seen through
the open toes of my 5-inch heel sling-back Jimmy Choo sandals, also in
silver. With these shoes I will be taller than many of the men at the
reception and I like the thought of that. I want to be imposing and
magnificent on this occasion. I want them to lust after me.
My outfit is completed with a silver bangle on my right wrist and a
dress watch on my left setting off my long silver nails. All in all I
conclude that I look sensational. I spray a little scent behind each ear
and into my cleavage. Soon I will take my silver Oroton clutch purse and
a black pashmina shawl and go downstairs to meet my escort. I allow
myself to daydream a little as I prepare to go.
Tonight the men will drool and undress me with their eyes and minds. The
women will look at me critically and make jealous comments behind their
hands. Everyone will pay attention to my words and I will be pleasant
and charming to all of them, smiling and nodding to show that I value
their company. Later in the evening I will take to the dance-floor with
my escort and brush imaginary lint from the shoulders of his tuxedo and
we will drink champagne, but only enough to relax a little, certainly
not enough to cloud my senses. When we return home I will take him
straight to our bedroom where I will step out of my beautiful gown,
which I will leave lying on the floor.
I will take off my thong and parade before him naked except for my
jewelry and shoes, so that he can worship my 5-foot 9-inch, 135 pound
body, my firm breasts with their oh-so-hard nipples, these breasts which
still pass the pencil test. He will see my slender waist and the smooth
swell into my hips and bum and my almost impossibly long and shapely
legs. Then I will undress him, stripping him until he stands before me
completely naked, with his penis standing out as rigid as a bar of
steel. I will slowly sink to my knees dragging my fingernails down his
body and then I will kiss the tip of that iron-hard tool and tease it
with my tongue until it becomes moist.
A full-scale encirclement will follow with my lips encasing the shaft
and licking and sucking the length of this rod until I have all of it in
my mouth and throat and then I will work myself back and forth until he
spurts all of his semen straight down my throat. I will swallow all of
it and lick his shaft clean. Then I will push him back onto the bed and
begin the task of restoring rigidity to his cock. I am sure this will
not take long and then I will straddle him and lower myself onto that
vertical piece of meat until it is fully embedded inside of me and I
will ride him like a jockey on a thoroughbred until he releases all of
his sperm deep into my body and I will finally orgasm and spurt my own
juice all over his naked stomach and chest. Then we will shower together
and go to sleep, me and the Vice President.
And tomorrow I, the first transsexual President of the United States of
America, will go to the West Wing as usual. What more could a poor farm
boy wish for?
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