Bunny Paws Avenue Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Bunny Paws Avenue Pt. 02

Amanda was in shock as she watched her husband being ushered from the booth. Her once domineering, take charge husband looked so cute, innocent, and weak. He reminded her of some of the porn she would rub herself to secretly at night, which caused her tablet to get all messy from being squirted on. The cute boys dressed up like girls being dominated by their wives, mothers, sisters, some sort of female figure.

Ashton on the other hand, was far more feminine. His ass was huge and his face so soft. His body seemed to have just a bit of a jiggle. His chest was flat as a board though, but she could easily imagine him with tits. When the redhead smacked Astons ass, she couldn't help but giggle.

Watching his ass shake and the red handprint form was almost too much to handle. The way he demurely accepted his treatment was just ugh. She felt something twitching between her legs but ignored it. Instead focusing on what mattered now, her cute little Ashton.

That was an off way of thinking, she never thought of her husband as hers. She liked the way it sounded because he belonged to her. His entire life was hers to mold and control. He was hers to form and give function to. Watching her husband, she had thoughts of how he was more her wife now. His curves and the way he handled himself sashing out.

Who knew what would be done to him. Those thoughts given substances in her mind, fueled the fires of her desires. She could feel her body react in ways she never even deemed possible. A burning in her crotch as she felt something strain against her panties and her skirt. The way her nipples throbbed. She wanted to be touched to be played with to be tongued. Her pleasure was the only pleasure that mattered, but before she could lose herself to those sensations. She decided to take a moment to look herself over and as she did, she gasped.

Her bra was in tatters, her breasts massive but didn't sag. She hardly even noticed them hanging off her chest anymore. Their weight was almost inconsequential. Standing there she could feel her muscles. They were far stronger than they had ever been. Moving felt good, felt powerful, she could feel the way her arms flexed by her just moving them. She could feel the cool air of the bakery on her nipples, it tingled and felt refreshing.

Suddenly it dawned on her, she should have been embarrassed. She should have felt ashamed of being topless in the bakery. Instead, she was filled with a sense of rightness since that what she wanted was the only correct answer. There was no right or wrong, there was only her will and what she desired.

Wasting no more time on such silly thoughts as being topless she started to scan over her body once more. Her thighs were equally built up, the muscles looking powerful and defined. She didn't look like a steroid abuser. No, she thought she looked like someone who enjoyed the gym and working out. She had that toned but not over the top look.

Without even thinking she put her hand ...