Queenie couldn't help it. She was addicted to both men and women, as well as multiple partner/penetration sex. During work each day, she would lock herself in her office and finger her clean?shaven cunt to thoughts of her swinger pals: Eric, the amazingly gorgeous but short man she's had her eye on (Queenie's heard he has a 10 1/2 inch cock with a 3?inch head); Sue, her shapely best friend with the DDD tits; Harry, Sue's husband, only 8 inches (poor fellow, he's the smallest of the bunch); and Bobby...hmmm Bobby... He's a hell of a man, that one, Queenie thought. Towering at 6' 8", this one has the biggest of 'em all: a full twelve inches, with a tennis?ball size head. Queenie drooled at the thought. Even though those four are the main group she chills with, at least 4 other guys and 3 other girls come to her gangbanging parties. She doesn't even know their names! As Queenie came in her hand, she heard a knock.
"Queenie? I heard you had a problem with your computer, and I came to fix it." It was the voice of her studly coworker, Derrick.
"Oh hang on a sec, I need to unlock the door." She didn't bother pulling her panties back on. Queenie just simply yanked them off over her 3 1/2 inch stilettos. Smoothing her micromni skirt (there was only 5 or 6 small inches of fabric) and lowcut blouse, Queenie pulled open the door. I wish I have done something about my feminine smell, Queenie thought. O well, maybe I'll have some fun...
She led Derrick to her desk, and as she turned, Queenie couldn't help noticing the carnal way he was checking out her shapely ass. While he was puttering away on her computer, Queenie quickly unbuttoned her blouse two more buttons, exposing part of her deep red, sheer bra.
"So what's the problem?" She asked in her most desire?filled voice, leaning over the desk. This revealed a rather large part of her rather large C?cup breasts.
"Uhh, the problem seems to be with the, uhh..." All of a sudden, Derrick was overcome with desire. "May I touch your breasts?" He asked, politely.
