As she carefully cut into the crotch of my white tights and then pulled my hardening cock through the hole, I wondered why I had agreed to this. Then, as she stood up and did a one-and-a-half-turn pirouette followed by a bend to touch her toes, I remembered. The back of her tutu was sticking up, and the hole in her gusset framed her glistening pussy. "I'm ready for you, Mr Valentino," she said. "I thought it was Valentine...

His dream was a mix of fantasy and reality. His cock, a solid eight inches, twice its real size, was plunging into a tight orifice that was part of a smooth, round, orange ball. His hands grabbed the sides to get better purchase as his orgasm approached, but they were gripping something hairy, causing him to tumble from sleep into consciousness as his first spurt of jizz shot out. Reality set in, and he continued to shoot...