Scissor Extravaganza: Dreams and Desires ♕

I had to have a talk with Brenda and my scissor extravaganza fantasy.

After all of the beautiful sexual experiences and the gokkun party she had shared with me, I was beginning to feel something strong for her. For all of the countless men we’d shared, those encounters grew to become so empty. So meaningless. Endless hard cocks and gallons of cum are the secrets, inner dreams, and desires of any true slut, but I was starting to have an uncontrollable emotional attraction to Brenda, and more than that, I wanted to have a scissor extravaganza with her.

I squeezed myself in between a couple of her dick-humiliation clients one afternoon, determined to tell her how I felt. When I walked into her dungeon, she looked so fucking gorgeous. Her black high heels were shiny and black like leather, and she wore a red velvet corset that complimented her curves. My mind immediately went to an image of us having a scissor extravaganza. She was a curvy woman, not petite like me. Her breasts swelled from inside the corset. As she asked me what all this was about, I had to stop myself from drooling. Without thinking, I kissed her. Tongue and all. After a second of hesitation, she gave in, and we made out for a good few minutes. Eventually, we pulled away. “What was that for?” She said. “I’m in love with you,” I said.

She knew the scissor extravaganza was coming.

I felt her enormous breasts swell, squeezing them together as she undid them lace by lace. Once her tits popped out, I buried my face between them, sucking on one nipple before moving to the other. She laughed with pleasure as my cold cheek was warmed by her pink flesh. She kissed me again, laid me on her dungeon table, spread my legs, and went to town eating me out. Oh my God, I came in her mouth instantly. She easily slid three fingers inside of me, pushing up on my G spot as she massaged my insides.

My orgasm became more intense then. I could feel my arms and legs go numb as all the blood in my body made its way to my center. My eyes went back to my head. As I came again and again, like waves of divinity, I pictured us having a scissor extravaganza, surrounded by a circle of seven or eight enormous black cocks waving in front of my face, hitting each other’s dicktips as each one came over my face and into my mouth. That was the only thing missing from this gorgeous moment.

But then it was time for the scissor extravaganza to finally begin.

“Scissor extravaganza me,” I cooed, “scissor extravaganza me.” I moaned and yelped as Brenda, like an animal, picked me up and held my legs as she got up on the table and put her legs between mine, rubbing our clits together. Oh, holy fuck, that felt good. Oh, it felt so good that I came again, and harder as she grinded me into oblivion. “I love you! I love you!” I cried as she climbed on top of me. “me too” she whispered.

This was the person I wanted to spend my life with.