A tailor with a circumcised penis.
My disproportionate figure has brought me many surprises in life. Or rather, not the figure itself, but just one part of it—my ASS. The thing is, as anatomists and sculptors say, for harmony, the sizes of the breasts and ass should balance each other, but my ass was a bit too large compared to my size 3 boobs. On the other hand, thanks to my ass, I never lacked admirers. Although it was hurtful when yet another admirer got his way—to be honest, after he fucked me, I'd ask what had captivated him, and I'd hear in response: not my face, not my smile, and certainly not my mind, but my ass. Well, that's all a preface to my story. My best friend
was getting married, and since it was her fifth wedding anniversary, she promised it would be especially solemn and lavish. And as always happens with me, I had nothing suitable to wear for such a grand occasion. Ready-made clothes don't fit me because of the peculiarities of my figure. My friend recommended a good tailor—"He'll do everything first-class, you'll be pleased," she said with a mysterious smile. I called this tailor, we agreed on a time, and at the appointed time, I came to his workshop. I was met by a man, a nice-looking Jew about 50 years old. He introduced himself gallantly, asked in detail about my vision for the dress, and began taking measurements. He measured my chest, waist, hips. He measured everything but seemed dissatisfied with something. "No, you have a non-standard figure; I need to take more precise measurements. Take off your blouse and skirt." I was wearing a beautiful bra and lace panties, so there was nothing to be shy about—I undressed. He looked me over appraisingly. "You know, I believe your lovely breasts shouldn't be constrained by a bra. I'll make the bodice of the dress to emphasize the beauty of your breasts. So, take off your bra; I'll take the measurements without it." What won't you do for beauty? I took off the bra. Before taking the measurements, he fondled my breasts, explaining that it was necessary for the nipples to become erect—every detail is important when cutting the bodice. After measuring my breasts, he measured my waist and proceeded to measure my ass. To my shame, all his manipulations aroused me; I got a bit wet, and when he asked me to take off my panties, I quickly got rid of them. He measured my ass and, for some reason, started measuring the length of my legs from the floor to my pussy. "Why?" I thought, "I'm ordering a dress, not pants." But it was too late to think; his fingers were already in my pussy. Those fingers were doing something incredible; I got very wet, and my juices ran down my thighs almost to my knees. And he, continuing to rub my pussy, pulled his dick out of his pants with his other hand. I briefly noted that his dick was circumcised. After playing a bit more with my pussy, he laid me across the table, ass up, and drove his dick into my pussy. He fucked me for about fifteen minutes, impaling me on his dick while holding onto my hips. I came a couple of times with moans, and when his dick jerked a few times and he pressed his cum into my womb and froze, I screamed, experiencing the brightest third orgasm. After pulling out his dick, he put it in my mouth, and I sucked off the remains. "Well done, girl. The measurement session was successful. Come back in three days for a fitting." I went to the fitting without wearing a bra or panties. The fitting took place on the couch; he wanted to stick it in my ass, but I said I wasn't ready—"When I come for the finished dress, I'll prepare." It turned out great in the ass too; my preparation allowed his dick to enter my ass almost painlessly. At the wedding, my dress caused a sensation. My friend asked with a little smile, "Looks like the tailor took the measurements well." "How do you know?" "Well, I always have my clothes made by him." I decided I needed to have a couple more dresses made by him, only with not one fitting, but two or three. By the way, the cut of the dress was very successful; when one of the guests took me into