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I was in my last year of college when I met Camile. She was a couple of years older than me, and was Nigerian, in Mumbai, India, doing an internship with a software company. We had met at a party and instantly clicked, and discussed subjects like politics, philosophy, literature etc.

But that was all eye wash. Both of us were together primarily because both of us stuck out. Camile is about 5’10, black (African, whatever you want to call her), with long, never ending legs, a nice butt and slightly small breasts. Coupled with her athletic frame, curly hair and her deep dark skin that looked like dark chocolate made her sizzling. Unfortunately, most Indians are a lot shorter (the average male height around here is about 5’8) and most people don’t really like darker women, least of all Black women.

As for me, I’m part Iranian, so I’m about 6’2, weighing around 100kg, and thanks to years of martial arts training, quite muscular. I had had other relationships in the past, but never with anyone from a different race. Even when I had first met her, I couldn’t help but wonder what she was like in bed, and I was hoping for the opportunity to sleep with her. But Camile, being a Catholic, had strict views about sex. In three dates, we had made out only twice, and then too, she had pushed my hand away, shyly. Either way, she was very hot.

Not all the people around her were thrilled either, most guys got jealous, and most of my friends thought there was something wrong with me, or treated me as if I were doing her a favour- and proving to the whole world that I’m not racist. Somehow, the simple reason that a guy can date a girl for being hot escaped them.

Either way, that is irrelevant to this story.

In India, we have a wet season known as the monsoons, lasting from June to September, when it pours pretty much all the time, especially in South India. However , it stays dry rest of the year, escort aksaray and so if it rains any other time, the city is unprepared and pretty much shuts down. That November, there was an unseasonal cloudburst that made my dreams come true.

On a Saturday afternoon, Camile and I went out to lunch, trying to have an intelligent conversation. Suddenly, it began to rain, and it became clear that this was no small unseasonal shower, but an oncoming flood. Already, the suburban railway had shut down, and the city was slowing down. We both got wet, and soon realized, there was no I way I could get home, at least for the next 12 hours or so. Thankfully, her place was nearby.

“You better come up, or you’ll catch a cold.”

“Camile, are you sure you want me to come up?”

“Yes. Better this than leaving you out in the rain. Come on up.”

We went back to her place, which was about five minutes away. Outside, a storm was coming in from the sea, with lightning, thunder and torrential rain lashing the city. We made our way up to her flat, which she shared with her colleagues, who were at work that day. It was comfortably furnished, and she left me in the living room, and went looking for a towel.

I couldn’t help but think of this as my opportunity. She went in to get me a towel and I stood up and took off my wet shirt, to reveal my muscular and hairy body. She came in, and looked startled at first, and tossed me a towel, and used another to start towelling her own hair. There was a deep sexual tension in the air, and she turned away from me, slowly, whilst talking.

“I thought it didn’t rain here in November. Isn’t this unseasonal?”

“Yes” I said.

“I hope it doesn’t rain next week, it’s my birthday.”

“Yeah, let’s hope so.” I said, and started walking towards her.

“Back home in Nigeria, it rains a little bit, you know, in this season. I was hoping it’ll be a bit dry, and we can like, go out…”

“Camile, escort şirinevler shut up.”

“What?”

I didn’t say anything. Instead I took her in my arms and kissed her. At first, she seemed surprised, and then her resolve softened, as she put her hand behind my head. Here, I continued to kiss her as my hands moved lower over her wet body, and I reached and grabbed her arse. She seemed to react surprised, but continued to kiss me. I lowered my hands a little bit more, and picked her up, right there. She responded by putting her legs around me, and holding me. I walked like that into an open bedroom, and dropped her gently on the bed.

She looked at me, with her pretty eyes, and seemed to only want to go ahead. I climbed on to the bed, and began to kiss her, on her lips, her neck, and began to go lower, while slowly helping her out of her clothes at the same time.

Her clothes, a kind of blouse had nothing underneath it, but her bra. She helped me take it off, and I started to kiss her, sucking in the stray droplets of water that had collected on her body. Her body was a curious mixture of smells, of the rain, of the mud, her perfume, and what seemed like the unique smell of her. I helped her take her jeans off, and stood up to take of mine, when she waited, and pulled me closer.

I put each slightly hard, very exited nipple into my mouth, and teased it, flicking it, slowly, she moaned, as I went lower, sucking each drop of water from her flat abdomen, and teasing her navel with my tongue, as I went lower, and pushed my hand into her panties. I felt her pussy lips, all wet by excitement, and slowly pushed in two fingers in. She gasped, and began to hump my hand, and it felt like she was nearly holding those fingers in place with her muscles. She moaned again, as I continued to tease her navel. She begged me to go lower, and lower.

I watched as she sexily raised her legs into the air, and began to take off her panties over escort zeytinburnu her wet, athletic, sexy, and womanly legs. I reached lower, and I saw that she had curly hair all over her body, and went lower into her dark bush.

I breathed, just breathed, onto her pussy for a second and she put her hand into my hair and pulled me closer into her bush. I took a quick taste of her pussy. It was something different than any other pussy I’d ever tasted. It was something quite tangy and remotely spicy. It tasted so good, that I didn’t want to leave her. She folded her legs on my head, and my ears got blocked out of all sound, due to her thighs, leaving me, only to go deeper and deeper, driving her crazier by the second.

She moaned loudly, and let me go.

“I want you inside me, right now! Get in!”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I pulled out a condom from my wallet and tore the packet open, and Camile helped me get it on. Again, she welcomed me in between her legs, and I positioned myself to the thing that I’d been fantasizing about for a very, very long time.

I entered her slowly at first, giving her time to expand for my large cock. She pulled me closer, so I dove in, harder. She moaned- the sexiest sound a woman can make- and asked me to go faster.

I rammed her harder than I could, driven onwards by the sexy sounds she made, and the smell of her. She moved in my rhythm, and for a minute, we were in sync. She clawed me harder, and I sucked on her earlobe, drinking in the flavours that made her body such a potent drug.

She arched her back, pulled me closer, and I felt a peculiar sensation- like that of someone milking my penis. I realized she was cumming and I couldn’t take it, as she moaned. It is the sexiest moan I have ever heard, that of a woman really enjoying herself. I couldn’t help it, I came just after her; the force of it driving me deeper into her. I came very hard, wondering whether the rubber would break. Thankfully, it didn’t.

As our orgasms faded, I rolled off her, on to her side. I looked at her for a second, and realized that this was probably the best sex I’d ever had in my life. I was steady with her for a month or so, before due to certain personal reasons, I broke up with her. She might be leaving India soon. Maybe I should go talk to her again!

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I’ve spent a lot of time with this new lover of mine. We’ve talked, a lot, about our lives, our selves, what we wish for. We’ve gone out to eat a couple of times, and we’ve had epic amounts of sex.

When we have talked about my marriage, I’ve not put any qualifiers on it. Juan knows I’m unhappy, but that I love my spouse. Juan understands that my sex life with my husband has been pathetic, since before our kid was born, and that my husband is a former professional baseball player (only a couple of incomplete seasons in the majors) with a baseball obsession but no real future in baseball, other than maybe as a school coach, which he’s not interested in. Juan also knows that my spouse refuses to leave L.A. ever again, having been born and raised in the area and being sort of snobbish about the regions (he hates the Valley, for instance, which I find incongruous). But I haven’t told Juan that I’m angry and frustrated and why, that sometimes I fantasize about leaving my spouse even without someone else to go to, that I feel ignored and neglected and taken for granted and that all we do is bark at each other sometimes.

I’ve talked about the devastating robbery, about deciding to have a child late in life, about my career in high tech. It wasn’t what I chose to do with my life, but I’ve been pretty good at my job, which is basically designing and maintaining networks and troubleshooting. I’ve mostly worked for big companies that actually sell such support products, but not any companies that I liked or would work for again. I wanted this job I was offered near Santa Cruz when I got out of college, but my future husband needed to be nearer to the minor league system, and I chose him. I’m not sure if I made the right choice or not. Quite a few years back, some friends/colleagues from many years in the trenches were going to work for this start-up named Google, and tried to talk me into coming along. My now-husband was in the Kansas City Royals’ farm system, and I talked to him about maybe just giving it a shot. He talked me out of it, convincing both of us that nothing would come of it, that I was better off just staying with him in the Midwest than moving back to California. Some days, I do have to remind myself not to be bitter about that one.

I try to be blasé about it, but my life is sometimes a series of very bad choices, regrets for things I did do and things I did not do. I don’t seem to have a lot of luck in most any regard, personal or professional.

I didn’t see Juan for about five days in a row, which was right when I was having my period anyway. I guess I should have been glad it started in the first place. He was out of town, telling me where he was going but not why (I didn’t pry), and I had to deal with a school district meeting and evaluation in the meantime. He called twice, and texted several more times, so I knew he was thinking about me.

When he came back, he asked me if I’d be available to go to one of his epic parties.

I’d heard stories escort şişli about them, and felt like this was a big, big step. He was inviting me into his real world, where his friends and other people he knew lived. I would meet them. I would interact with them. I would be — what would I be? How would he introduce me? Would I be yet another friend of his, or would I be the married woman he was currently having epic amounts of sex with?

I felt good about us. I don’t know why, exactly. There was a certain amount of trust, and the way he lit up when he saw me. We did not discuss our future, or try to put a definition on things, and the word love was never used. I didn’t make any demands, or want to know where we were going with this. I simply lived in the moment, always happy to see him, always grateful to spend time with him.

About three weeks into it, my husband asked me what I’d been doing all day.

I stared at him, took a deep breath. I had told him I was running errands, going to the gym, but he hadn’t really listened. Just like always.

“I’ve been making love with a beautiful man for the last several hours,” I told him.

I don’t know what possessed me.

“Sounds major,” he replied. “Did you remember to get dishwashing liquid and socks at Target?”

Yes, of course I did. I had them on my list. Because that’s what I did. The shopping and the money managing and the housecleaning and the worrying and the dealing. My husband was pretty certain I wouldn’t be having sex with another man that day. Maybe he didn’t think I was desirable enough. Maybe he thought I wouldn’t be interested. Maybe since he didn’t want me —

But those thoughts were ultimately destructive. I had stood there, while the axe whizzed past my head, and I’d remained unscathed. My confession fell on deaf ears, as he went back to whatever screen he was interested in.

So I went to Juan’s party. I dressed carefully, wearing a tight little sweater dress that made my breasts and ass look amazing, and suede heels. I showed up about an hour after it started, and it was still winding up. So maybe I was still too early. He kissed me enthusiastically, but not for very long, and I asked him if he needed help. He did not; various people were already handling the heavy lifting.

He did not introduce me to people. He was flitting about, handling the details, talking to everyone, a little bit manic, so I introduced myself — by name only. If anybody asked how I knew him, I said that I had met him at Homeland Security. I didn’t tell any lies. But nobody asked me many questions.

People were pretty interesting, a very lively and intelligent group, missing a lot of the superficiality I was used to in L.A., though I could still find a little of that. The food and alcohol was pretty good, too. It was a lot of fun, but Juan didn’t pay all that much attention to me. At one point, there must have been a good one hundred and fifty people escort çapa there, filling his house and his front and backyards. I was talking to an incredibly sexy musician, a little too young for me, but still — when I saw something I wished I had not seen.

I was in a part of the house that didn’t have a direct view to his bedroom door, but I could see the door in a reflection of a mirror. I didn’t stand there on purpose; I was actually hanging out over by the stereo while the hot musician was talking music with me and some other guys.

There were two beautiful women, who looked to be rather young, and very scantily clothed, in sky-high heels, and Juan was ushering them into his bedroom. He looked over his shoulder briefly, and I wasn’t entirely sure if I saw his eyes meet mine in the mirror, but then he went in, and locked the door (I saw the old-fashioned tab-thing move into the locked position).

And remained in there for at least half an hour.

It was an unbearably long half hour. I know, because I actually checked my watch. When thirty minutes finally passed in the space of three hours, I said I needed some fresh air. I had downed three sangrias, and I felt completely nauseous. I knew I was in no condition to drive home, but I halfway thought I might sit in my car and try to sober up, and maybe cry my head off.

This was a horrible feeling. I burned with envy, loss, and my own unworthiness. I was too old, I wasn’t hot enough. And I shouldn’t expect his fidelity in the first place, right? I was a married woman, having an affair with him. He was probably still sleeping with other people this whole time. I was inwardly chastising myself for my unsafe sex with him, convincing myself to sober up as quickly as possible.

My hot musician friend was being wonderful to me, and he didn’t know how much I needed it. He wanted to go outside with me, so we made our way through the party and into the backyard, where we sat on a bench under a tree.

I’d have to manage this pain somehow, deal with this loss. I felt alone and desolate, yet again, and mused how I was quite certain that rejection was the worst feeling in the world. Maybe worse than betrayal. And I thought of my husband, and felt immeasurably awful.

“Do you want another drink?” Oscar asked me.

He was the hot musician. He was named after his grandfather, and he was of Cuban descent, though he grew up in the states.

“I drank too many, too fast,” I explained. “They tasted good, and I should have paced myself, because now I feel disgusting. I was mostly going to try not to puke on you.”

He grinned, saucy and young.

“Let me get you something,” he said.

He went back into the house, and I saw Juan briefly. He came out into the backyard, looked around, was checking in with people. I hoped I was mostly invisible, across the yard on this bench, that he wouldn’t see me.

And I cannot explain why I was horribly disappointed escort bahçeşehir when he did not take notice of me.

Oscar came back with a sparkling mineral water that he’d added something to, like a tincture. I drank it gratefully.

“Family recipe,” he explained. “If it doesn’t work, I’ll still hold your hair.”

“You’re such a gentleman,” I remarked.

“I’m just relieved,” he said.

“I wasn’t really going to puke on you,” I said. “I would have given you fair warning.”

“No,” he laughed. “Not about that. Juan’s been telling me about this lady he’s seeing, someone he’s crazy for, says they hardly spend any time out of bed. I was afraid that she might be you. But he just hooked up with someone else while you and I were hanging out.”

There it was. It was way too much for me to process, to consider. I didn’t know what to think at that moment. So I bluffed, pretended I was holding way different cards.

“Definitely not me,” I said with a chuckle. “I’m too old, I’m unemployed, and I’m stuck in a troubled and sexless relationship with a former baseball player recovering from alcoholism.”

“So I can get your phone number?” he asked, and I wasn’t sure if he was teasing.

“Of course,” I told him. “Because I’m such a catch in this womanless city we call Los Angeles.”

It was hard to act at being normal instead of distressed, but what the hell — I was a woman, and I could always fake it. We talked and laughed and discussed music until I was starting to shiver, at which point I was pretty sure I was sober enough to drive. So Oscar, that sweetheart, said he’d walk me to my car.

I wanted to get into and out of the house without seeing Juan. And I was bloody afraid that that was exactly what would happen. I hated this, not wanting him to see me, and then feeling awful when he didn’t see me. It was fucking junior high school. I was too old for that shit.

The party was a little less busy and frenzied, and I surmised that some people had left. I grabbed my coat and purse from the rack, and Oscar held the front door open for me. I realized at that moment that that was the last time I was going to be in that lovely bungalow, which had been my happy place for almost five weeks. Then I pushed that thought hard out of my mind. I was done now.

We walked to my car, and I thanked him for making my evening. Well, he had. I got in my car, hit the start button, and rolled down the window.

“Nice Audi.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

“This woman Juan’s seeing also has an Audi,” Oscar observed, watching me curiously.

“That’s weird. They’re such rare cars,” I said, deadpan.

He smiled.

“So. About that phone number,” he said.

I gave him a strange look.

“You really want my phone number?” I said, my disbelieving tone.

“If I don’t get it tonight, then I have to wait until the party six months from now, and hope that you show up again,” Oscar explained. “Otherwise, then I’m bugging Juan about how to get ahold of you.”

“Awright,” I conceded, and gave it to him.

Finally, he leaned in for a kiss. I cradled his face in my hands, giving him a much longer kiss than I expected to. We said our final goodbyes, and I drove away.

I almost made it all the way to the freeway before I started sobbing.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

Alina checked her makeup in the police station bathroom mirror a final time. She was wearing as usual her formal police officer outfit with a skirt ending far above the knee.

The mini black skirt matched the black blazer that had the metal badge of the San Francisco police department. Underneath the blazer she had her crisp white shirt and tie. Her long black asian hair rested over her shoulder.

There were other asian police officers on the force but she was by far the most pretty with her long black hair, long legs and slim sexy body. People kept telling her that she looked exactly like young sexy asian pornstar Alina Li that happened to have the same first name as her.

Alina has come far in life, from a nerdy 10 year old when she first arrived in America with her Chinese parents. She was now alone with no family and no close friends living a carefree happy life close to work spending her free time wearing flowery summer dresses flirting with boys but never actually inviting anyone and playing lots of video games.

The outfit she was the wearing was the very same outfit she had worn to her graduation from the police academy with a focus on administration just three months ago.

Alina wanted to serve her community but not actually go out in the streets and meet the people living there. They in her mind was mostly ignorant thugs, tattooed and pierced and high on dangerous drugs.

Under her skirt she had naked legs because of the warm weather in San Francisco and the bad air condition in the station. Her legs went down to a pair of black three inch heels. She really liked wearing heels.

Underneath her skirt was her naughty secret: a tiny slutty g-string. She just loved to dress sexy in secret. She had a serious laid back attitude at work but at home a really playful innocent style.

Alina knew that many people considered her inexperienced and naive but she felt happy so what was the harm? She considered herself a lipstick-feminist that just loved to dress feminine but only if no one she knew was around.

At work she was really thankful for the standard uniform everyone wore, she didn’t have to think too hard about what to wear every day. And at the end of the day she could just take her tiny pink car to her single apartment nearby and watch internet videos on her iPad.

But today her work day had just begun. There would be another day of filing police reports, answering emails and answering phone calls.

But as she left the bathroom there was something new today. On her desk was a black package with her name on it. This was strange, the usually arrived in the afternoon and she rarely got any packages.

The package was next to her workload of the usual daily police reports. Alina took a fast glance on the rapports that detailed that the police had trouble again framing a up and coming drug kingpin that kept slipping through their fingers. Nothing that could not wait being typed into the computer. She pushed the reports to the side.

The package was large, completely black with no identifying markings except for a small handwritten note with her name in large golden letters. There was no postage or anything, someone must have delivered this in person to the police station.

As she opened it carefully not thinking about how clever it was to open a mysterious package at work she saw inside a pair of black heels, some black clothes and a letter. Alina began reading it with her heart beating fast.

“Congratulations Alina! You have won this year award The Naughty Policewoman where we every year select the most beautiful girl working in the California police force!”

“You have received a gift certificate of 2000 dollars to spend on clothes in by us selected stores. You can pick up your price at The Playpen club. You have to wear the included outfit and nothing else.”

“The boss Andrés can’t wait to see your pretty face”

Alina looked around the office but no one seem to pay her any attention. Who was Andrés and what was he boss off? The Playpen club? And how did he find about her or how she looked?

Alina started looking at the clothes and shoes. The heels were the most slutty pair of 8 inch platform heels she had ever seen, completely black.

The rest of the clothes was also black and seemed to be a short skirt and a black top with golden chains of the shoulders. It was hard to tell and she would have to try it at home to see how it looked like.

She would also have to go home and practice walking in the super tall heels. She giggled to herself, was she really gonna go through with this?

Eight hours later and Alina stood in her new outfit and shoes just outside the Playpen club. Alina was watching herself in the glass reflection of an expensive hypercar outside the club.

Her reflection looking back at her was of an asian slut in her 8 inch platform heels, black tight mini skirt and thin top with escort mecidiyeköy a design that was hanging from her shoulders in two golden chains leaving plenty of cleavage and skin on display.

Alina looked like a sexy slut and she loved it. She walked past the line outside the club shaking her sexy asian ass and skipped up to the bouncer.

It was a tall black man in a suit very muscular and tattooed all over his face and neck. Also the line she had walked past had plenty of thugs, pierced sluts both men and women of different ethnicities but mostly black and latino.

Alina was not surprised by all the gangsters outside, she was in the Bayview area, one of the worst ghettos in San Francisco.

“Excuse me madam?” The bouncer looked right at Alina perky tits.

Alina flirted and handed over the letter she got.

“Oh you are so big and tall… here sir I have this letter.”

“Ah excellent officer, head inside and take this purple coin to the bar for a free special drink”.

Alina was unsure how the man knew she worked as police but walked into the club.

Inside was just like the rap videos she had seen on YouTube. A large dance floor packed with people surrender by tables and private booths.

On the main stage and several mini stages around the club was sexy women dancing some of them wearing almost nothing. They looked very pretty and was most of them likely hired by the club to draw a crowd.

Alina walked to the left to the bar and got the attention of the bartender, a young Latino man with scars all over his face. She handed the purple coin to him nodding to the loud rap music playing.

The bartender took a shot glass and poured from two bottles. He then pulled out a white candy pill of some kind, crushed it on a piece of glass and used another piece of glass to push it into a long white line that he then pushed into the shot glass. It had now pretty powder maybe some salt or something Alina was unsure floating inside.

“Excuses me *giggle* what did you put in my drink?”

“What every girl with a purple coin gets, don’t worry the first one is free for everyone so smoking hot like you!”

“*giggle* thanks!”

Alina took a large sip of her drink and walked in her high heels to a place with a empty round table surrounded by a sofa.

She sat for a few minutes getting more and more relaxed by the pleasant atmosphere. Actually she had not felt this great and happy in years. She felt free and connected to the world, all the colors were vivid and the music amazing. She also felt really really horney.

Alina sat at her table alone for maybe an hour getting more and more intoxicated and high on her drink. It was now after midnight and she noticed the club becoming more and more sexual with many women taking of their tops their boobs naked and some now even going completely nude, their shaved pussies on full display. In some of the private booths along the wall around her she could glance in the shadows some men and women getting real close with each other.

Walking up to her from the other side of the club was a young pretty blonde waiter at the club. She was completely naked except for pink stockings and black heels and large necklace between her large breast and long blonde hair. She looked exactly like blonde pornstar Aleska Diamond.

She was very young maybe only 18 not old enough to drink the drink that she carried heading straight for Alina with purpose. Alina starred with shock as the sweet pretty girl had small gold metal rings pierced in her nipples.

The girl put another drink with the salt inside in front of Alina that happily accepted and tasted it.

“Oh hi… you seem to have had something pleasant to drink. Has the effect taken hold of you yet? I have never seen you here before, you must be new. So young and innocent, you didn’t stand a chance…”

She followed Alina’s glance to her nipples.

“Do you like them? They are real and the rings are new I got them on my 18th birthday when I started working here on the Playpen club just two months ago. They hurt when I got them but now I love them. If you want you can touch them”.

The blonde girl sat down was so close now Alina could feel the heat from her body. The girl was stroking her hair and the other hand on the inside of her leg slowly moving up under her skirt. Alina could feel her entire body tingling at the touch.

Alina moved her hand to the girls left tit stroking it not sure if she was allowed to touch the breasts or the piercings. The girls moaned closed her eyes and moved closer.

As Alina moved her fingers to the warm nipple ring and pulled on it the girl gasped.

Alina froze for a second looking at the girls face now eyes open but she also shook her head with a smile and then pointed at Alina’s mouth and then at her own nipple moving her closer.

Alina took a quick sip of her drink again and then leaned forward to the blondes beautiful breasts escort beylikdüzü taking her nipple and ring in her mouth sucking carefully on it. She felt the young girls nipple getting hard in her mouth as she licked and sucked on it. Alina had never felt more happy and alive in her entire life being intimate with this unkown young girl in the noisy club.

Suddenly a deep strong male voice talked to her.

“Officer Alina Li, I see you are enjoying the samples of my staff and drinks. My name is Andrés Capone”.

Alina looked up at the very tall man with the two most sparkly blue eyes she had ever seen. Andrés had amazing friendly eyes and she could feel herself just melt in his eyes with strong feelings of completely trusting this man she had just now met.

$$$$$ Andrés Capone $$$$$

Andrés looked straight into the eyes of the slutty Asian officer and smiled. He did an expert job looking both intimidating and trustworthy at the same time flexing his massive tattooed arm that was just as big as the sexy legs cooking out from the sexy short tight skirt of Alina.

It was not only his strong arms that had tattoos but most of his body including his neck. Many gang tattoos and imagery of guns drugs and nude women, basically how he had grown up.

Andrés was a true boy of the ghetto never ever met his parents and was of so many mixed ethnicities latino, white Irish, black, Italian that it was impossible to tell where he was from.

Gaining reputation and respect in the criminal world of San Francisco he had gotten the nickname Penetrator partly because he always had a poison syringe in his pocket quickly putting his enemies to sleep.

But also the nickname Penetrator because he was quite the ladies man seducing, pleasing and fucking countless beautiful women with a massive extremely long dick.

Andrés was also very used to getting his every will and fantasy fulfilled and looking down on this sexy horney half drugged Asian officer he knew just what he wanted.

“Officer Alina Li, I see you are enjoying the samples of my staff and drinks. My name is Andrés Capone”.

Alina removed her lips from the blonde girls nipple and looked up with a confused but besmitten look like a naive girl that thought she had just met the man of her dreams.

“Wow you pretty little thing, so… very obedient of you to wear the clothes I picked for you.”

Andrés sat down next to Alina and stroked her soft chin with his massive tattooed hands.

“You will be my new favorite submissive slut.”

Alina finally found herself and spoke back.

“Oh hello thanks Mr Capone for the clothes and shoes but I please am not a slut sir?”

“We will see about that. I am so tired of the San Francisco policeforce coming here ruining my business fun and thinking you are somehow better than us living here.”

Andrés moved closer to Alina stroking her black hair behind her and put his lips against hers. He kissed her softly first and then more passionately as he felt the girl soon eagerly kissing him back.

He continued kissing and groping his new slut cop for a few more minutes while enjoying the music playing in his club.

“Okay Alina the night is late and we have only just begun, it is time for you to come with me to my place. But first, you will dance for me”.

Andrés pointed at one of the smaller stages with a stripper pole just next to them that was currently vacant and Alina stepped up with a sexy smile.

The sexy asian cop did her most slutty dance routine spinning around the pole with some simple moves. Alina was pretty high now and lost in the mood of the club and didn’t mind the audience admiring her shaking her body and touching herself.

Andrés pulled Alina down from the stage and steadied and led her a through the busy night club that had now become even more wild turning from naked dancing to full on orgy with sexy Instagram models fucking with tough gangsters everywhere on the stages and in the sofas.

Outside on the club parking lot was Andrés new hypercar, a Koenigsegg Agera R with black bodywork and light interior. It had the roof off and Andrés jumped inside.

Alina also jumped in the car with some difficulty in her high heels and tight short skirt but sat down smiled and gave him a kiss.

“Okay slut I will drive to my hood now and you will use that pretty asian mouth for some real good not talking trash in your police station about us gangsters but instead making me cum”.

He waited and Alina leaned over with a smile now real comfortable following his every order. Her soft red lips opened around his huge cock and he felt the first amazing kisses on his tip and her tongue as she licked him so well.

Andrés started the engine and drove slowly down the busy night streets of San Francisco still with the roof open and the young cop giving him her best blowjob.

“Take your top off and throw it out of the car and then open the glove escort esenyurt box for a special toy gift for you”.

Alina quickly sat up and threw her top off out of the speeding Swedish supercar. Her chest was now naked with perky tits exposed. She opened the glove box for a pink sex toy the size of her hand with a small white opening to vibrate and pull around her clitoris. On the side it said “Satisfyer Pro 2”.

Alina it under her black skirt against her clit and soon started moaning. She was so lost in her passion that she didn’t care or didn’t notice that André had stopped for a red light in a busy intersection and both people on the sidewalk and in the public bus stopping next to them got a great show of the horney asian screaming out her orgasms.

André drove the last mile to his neighborhood in the rundown slums of San Francisco. The house was not much to look at but very large. He helped her out of the car and pulled down her skirt and threw it in the trash bins outside the house. Andrés then took out a leather collar and leash and fastened it around Alina’s neck leading her inside now only wearing her tiny sexy thong and high stilettos.

The living room in the house was large but mostly empty except for only a few sofas and two pretty young girls completely nude currently checking social medias on their phones and relaxing. One was latina and one black. They put their phones on the sofa and stood up smiling as Andrés led the new girl inside. Andrés turned to Alina.

“You might wonder what will happen with you now. You are to be my new slut now but you will keep your job at the police station. At night you will dance at my club or whatever else I want you to do. Police by day, stripper by night. And always mine.”

“Whenever you at your police computer come across any reports about my business you will snap a photo and send to me and make sure the report gets lost. And you will finger yourself every time like the naughty slut you are”.

“As reward you get free access to my cock or whatever happy powder you feel like, because I take good care of all my girls”.

Alina lost her dazed horney look and now got a fresh scared look that cleared her mind.

“No Andrés sir please sir oh no I will lose my job if my boss finds out please no I can’t…”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that. But I suspected you might be hesitant about betraying your police force so I planned for you to first have a night with in the basement. After that you will beg me to ally yourself to me instead of the police”.

Andrés pulled on the leash to Alina’s neck again, more roughly now. He walked to the basement stairs. Downstairs was even more dark and humid with strange smells. It was a large open room with many different contraptions made of metal, chains and wood.

There was also a naked blonde girl there in her mid 30s tied with metal bars and cuffs on top of a table just like he had left her.

The blonde was on all fours with both her ankles and wrists cuffed to the table with strong metal bondage. She looked very beautiful with long blonde hair a cute round butt up in the air and a pair of cute tits.

As they entered she raised up her head with a proud smile which was hard to pull of since she also had a red ball gag tied in her mouth. André heard Alina gasp next to him as she seem to have recognized her from somewhere.

“Congresswoman, so nice of you to wait here for me haha”. André just loved to casually humiliate this girl. He walked forward and untied the ball gag. The blonde congresswoman licked her lips and still tied with her naked ass up in the air looked back at him with a slight smile. She still had perfect makeup.

“No worries I don’t mind at all… serving such an important constituent as yourself Mr Andrés Capone. I have aaghr now truly seen the error of my ways and will be fully respectful of you in the future, sir.”

“Excellent! Oh where are my manners, please meet my new slut: officer Alina of the San Francisco police department”.

Andrés pulled Alina forward to the young congresswoman.

“Good evening officer always an honor to meet one of the men and women in blue protecting us citizens. I would shake your hand but I am a bit… tied up at the moment you see”.

Alina could see that and didn’t seem to know what to say to the tied up woman here in this dark basement. Andrés started to unlock the cuffs.

“Always so polite Congresswoman! Give her a kiss instead Alina, I am sure she wants one. Everyone knows she enjoys both boys and girls”.

Alina now walked up in her sexy gstring and bent forward and gave her a hot long kiss for Andrés enjoyment.

Andrés opened all the cuffs and the blonde woman stood up next to Alina. She was almost as tall as Alina even though she had no shoes on. She bowed to Andrès.

“Thank you Mr André Capone Sir for this meeting. You always have just what I crave.”

Andrés walked very close to her and reached around and grabbed her round white ass and back. She had perfect soft skin to touch. He reached over to a large chest and unlocked it. Inside he took out a small box with a white powder inside and put next to her.

“Yeah I got what you need bitch. And I sure you Congresswoman now will make sure that I get all the building permits I need this month?” Andrés held one of her hard nipples between his fingers.

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I had been divorced for a few years and was having a hard time finding a job that would pay well. A girlfriend was able to get me a sales job with a big auto parts company. The pay and commissions were great but it is a very competitive business. I was the only woman in the sales department and all my customers were men. Despite my hard work my sales were not good and I was worried that I would be fired. While my two girls would continue to get child support I was not awarded anything except the house.

After several months of just missing my sales quota my sales manager told me I had one month to make quota or I would be terminated. As if I did not have enough stress in my life already this was a killer. As the month went on I continued to struggle. With one week to go I had a sales meeting with the owner of a small chain of auto parts stores. I had to get this guy to buy. I just did not know how far I was willing to go.

His office was in a very bad part of the city. I felt like I was the only white person within blocks. All the shops had bars on the windows and everything looked rundown.

When I arrived at the office it was in an old warehouse. In the office I was met by a very big black man. His eyes looked me up and down as he smiled and asked if he could help me. I showed him my card and said I was expected. Him and he smiled even bigger and had me wait.

After a few moments he let me to a dark rundown office in the back. The owner was a chubby old black man. He had very short gray hair and a very short cut goatee. Just like the man at the front desk he looked me up and down and smiled. I got down to business and did the best sales pitch I could. After several minutes the old black man said lets get down to real business. You and your competition are about the same on cost and service. This deal comes down to you honey. I was excited that I was close to closing a big sale and started to feel the stress leave my body.

His next words shocked and scared me. Leaning back in his chair he said, you can escort etiler get up and lock that door and strip them cloths off for me or walk out and don’t ever come back. You give me that added value and I will buy anything you got honey. So what you want to do is up to you. I was shocked and scared at his offer. I had to have this sale for my kids and to keep the house and my job. Could I do this? I stood up and stopped at the door for a few seconds wanting to march out but knowing the consequences. Well the choice is yours honey and I ain’t got all day he said. Waiting a few more seconds I took a deep breath and locked the door. Slowly I turned around and looked into his smiling face. Very good honey, he said leaning back in his chair. Now slowly get that shirt and skirt off and let me see what I am getting for my money.

My hands shook as I worked the buttons on my blouse. He watched while removing his pants pulling out his cock. Removing my blouse I placed in on the office couch and reached behind me and unzipped my skirt. I like that black silk bra honey, he said stroking his cock. How big are them tits of yours he asked. 34B I said as my skirt dropped to the floor. You get that bra off next and play with them tits for me honey, he said. I removed my bra and put it on the couch. My hands cupped my breast and I moved them around. I had a rush of heat over me as I wondered how far he wanted to go and how far I was willing to go.

Come over here and have a seat he said. I walked over and he dropped his pants to his ankles. Spread your legs and have a seat right here, he said patting his hands on his thighs. I sat on his lap and my legs dropped to the side almost touching the floor. His fully hard dick was pressing against my panty covered hole. His hands grabbed my tits and rubbed them softly before licking and sucking my nipples. It had been over a year since I had been with a man and the touch was welcomed. He moved one hand and then the other to my panty covered ass. escort nişantaşı His soft touch and tit play was starting to excite me. Despite my resistance I was starting to get wet. I could feel the waste band of my panties being pulled back and his hand slide down onto my bare ass. He stroked my bare ass up and down a few times then he probed his hand down under my ass. I wiggled an the move rubbed his cock against my pussy lips and clit. Oh I softly moaned from the touch. My response was followed with him pressing the tip of his finger into my hole. Without thinking I pushed back onto his finger trying to get more of it in me. Letting my nipple out of his mouth he told me to take my panties off. As I got up his hand pulled from my panties and I rolled them down. Stepping out of them and letting them rest on the floor. I looked down at his cock and said, you need to have a condom. Opening a desk draw he pulled on out and handed it to me. Put it on honey and have a seat, he said with a smile. I tore the package open and slowly rolled it down the old mans cock. It was now that I noticed his cock was about seven inches and very thick with very big balls. The shaft curled upward much like my ex-husbands.

Have a seat and get ready for a ride, he said. I grabbed his cock and placed it at my opening and slowly lowered myself down. Moaning softly as it inched into me. It had been over two years since the last time I had sex. My pussy twitched as my feet moved off the floor. He leaned back in his chair and started rocking. When he leaned back I would lean back. When he leaned froward I would lean forward toward him. His rocking was like ridding a horse and I moved with him to keep my balance.

The motion also rubbed his pubic hair against my clit when we leaned forward. His cock rolled around in me with the rocking and I was starting to get off. I was holding off until he grabbed my breast and pinched my nipples firm when we parted. The pace of his cock moving with my clit rubbing escort kağıthane and nipple pulling was becoming too much. Instead of fighting it I just let myself go. Oh OH OH AAAHHHH OH AAAHHH, my body shook as I started to cum. Oh yea baby yea let it go baby he said thrusting his hips upward shoving every inch of his cock in me. My body finished shaking and I could smell the sex in the office.

Get up and bend over my desk he said. Slowly I raised up and dropped across the desk. With my feet on the floor and my hands grabbing the edge. His hands caressed my ass and parted my cheeks. Then his cock entered into my pussy again. Pressing all the way so that his balls were against my lips. Oh god that’s big, I grunted. His hands grabbed my hips and he started fucking me slow then fast then slow again. Giving it to me deep and then teasing me with only a few inches. You got a great pussy baby but the ass is was makes you’re a great fuck, he said. Then he slapped my ass while pumping. One cheek and then the other. Time to earn your money baby don’t you think he asked. All I could do is groan as his cock continued it’s erratic fucking. SMACK he hit my ass hard, answer me slut is it time to earn your money. Yes I said, time to earn my money I said.

Then he pulled out of me for a few seconds and then entered me again and started fucking me hard. My body shook against his thrusting weight. A loud smacking sound filled the room as he pounded his cock into me. My breast were flopping around and I could feel my ass shaking. He had one hand on my waste and one on my shoulder. His driving upturned cock was making me cum again. UUUHHH OH OH UUUHHH, I cried out as I burst again. AAAAAHHHHH, I screamed at climax as he continued pounding. You ready for your bonus baby he grunted. YES OH YES, I said. Her you go slut he said as he thrust so hard and deep that I was pressed into the desk under his weight. I could feel his cock shake and start to fill me with cum. I was so hot that I started to cum again. AAAAHHHH, I cried out as I felt his cum start to leak out and run down my legs. Then I realized that the bastard had taken off the rubber. Oh shit I am not on the pill and this guy could have a STD!

He leaned back and I could feel his cock start to shrink in me. Reaching out he grabbed the contract from the desk and placed it on my lower back. I could feel him sign the deal.

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“You have a nine-thirty meeting with the board of directors about the six-percent projected increase in the fiscal budget, an eleven o’clock meeting with the legal team about the impending lawsuit form the Marks Corporation, a lunch meeting with Harry Thompson about his transfer to the Hong Kong office, and a two o’clock conference call with the regional managers from LA, Seattle, Atlanta, and Miami.”

I could hear my secretary, Salina, calling out my schedule, but I was looking beyond her out of the floor-to-ceiling window. She had welcomed me at the door, cup of steaming cappuccino in her hand, just like she did every morning. She was an appealing black woman, tall, charming, beautiful caramel skin, with a flawless smile. The only thing that was flawed was that she always seemed so stressed out. I often wondered why she let her job as an executive assistant get to her so much. Granted, I was stressed out all the time as well, but I had much more to lose. Unlike me, Salina earned no more that $39,500 a year no matter how well she performed her job.

I looked up at her momentarily, standing firm like she was preparing for a military drill. “Salina, can I solicit a personal question?”

A nervous expression crossed her face, making me wonder if she was afraid of me. We were the exact same age but had never bonded. I was the vice president of corporate development, making 200K a year plus bonuses.

“Sure. You can ask,” she responded.

“Do you ever just go out and have a good time?” I asked as I redirected my eyes to the window. There wasn’t a cloud in the powder blue sky. “I mean, hang out with friends, party, have a good time, and let your hair down?”

Salina chortled. She was glowing at the thought of it. “Yes, my close friends and I all hang out then go to Spirit on West 27th Street on Thursday nights now and again.”

“Thursday nights?” It was my turn to chuckle. “You go out on Thursday nights, Salina?”

Salina nodded her head and smiled. Then she sat facing me across the desk from one of the leather chairs. I don’t even remember the last time she had actually taken a seat in my office, other than to take dictation. I was delighted. It felt relaxed; two ladies having a casual tête-à-tête.

“What about you, Tatianna? I mean, Ms. Ivanov.”

“Tatianna is fine,” I responded. “There is no need to be so formal all the time.”

“Thanks.”

I didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted by her thank you. Did she think I was so buttoned up she had to show appreciation for calling me by my first name?

“So what about you, Tatianna? Do you ever just kick it?

I pondered her query. I wasn’t sure that attending business dinners with clients or mind-numbing social engagements at the country club with my parents constituted hanging out.

“Salina, to be frank, I really don’t know,” I responded. “I go to a lot of places, fine restaurants and theaters, but I can’t recall the last time I actually had fun.”

I gazed deep into her brown eyes and recognized something I hated: pity. Yes I was pathetic. I needed to face the facts. All the money, power and security I had in my life meant nothing unless I was enjoying it.

My parents had groomed my brother and I to take our place in high society, plain and simple. My father made his millions in international trade after he moved to this country from Russia. My mother spent her days shopping and planning charity events. I went to school at Yale, where I graduated with honors and landed a job with Taylor and Associates before I moved out of my dorm.

There I was, in my corner office on West 59th Street over looking Central Park South, wondering what the fuck I was doing with my life. Salina didn’t have a ton of money, but she had freedom. She could leave the office at five and do whatever she pleased. I had to play mediator over soft-shell crabs or spend my evenings going over stacks of paperwork. I truly envied her.

I shot up from my desk, startling Salina. She jumped up and waited for my instructions, assuming a military position again.

“I’m going out,” I announced.

“Out? What about your meeting?”

“Cancel it!” I walked toward my private bathroom, snatching my Prada purse off my desk on the way. “In fact, cancel all of my appointments. I’m taking the day off.”

“But, Ms. Ivanov, I mean Tatianna,” she stammered. “What am I supposed to tell everyone?”

“Tell them I’m sick or something, be creative.” I was about to shut the bathroom door when a light bulb went off in my head. “Salina, after you cancel all of my appointments, take the day off as well.”

“Are you kidding?” She put her hand on her hip, striking a pose. A big smile came across my face. She looked good like that.

“Yes, Salina, I’m serious. I have never been more serious in my life. Go out and have some fun today!” I exclaimed.

“Thanks, Tatianna” she smiled at me with pure excitement. “I will see you tomorrow then?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” I winked, knowing well and good that taking two days off in a escort beşiktaş row would be pushing it hard. They would probably send the police to my penthouse to make sure I was alive.

Salina swayed out of my office with more perkiness than I had ever seen. I went back in the bathroom and gazed in the mirror. Now, I was radiating with a newly found energy. I felt so alive and invigorated that my toes tingled. The mere thought of dismissing my responsibilities for an entire day was exhilarating.

I took a good look at myself and decided I appeared to be more like forty than my genuine thirty years. My business hair and makeup, not to mention this stuffy conservative suit put age on me. I pulled the pin out of my blond hair and let it cascade down to my shoulders. It had been so long since I physically and symbolically let my hair down.

I took off the jacket of my Donna Karan suit, unbuttoned the top button of my white silk blouse. I looked younger already. I turned to the side so I could see the profile of my body. My breasts were as full and pert as ever. Too bad I had to keep them tied down and under wraps in the work place. I was a shame that I couldn’t show off my natural assets more often.

I quickly prepared myself for a day of leisure and fun. I was determined to savor and enjoy this beautiful day. Then I thought about the park. Every day, I looked down from the twenty-first floor at the tiny people taking pleasure in life in Central Park. I just had to take a walk in the park.

I emerged from my office building ten minutes later and took air into my lungs. It felt wonderful. As I made my way through the park, people seemed to be enjoying themselves everywhere. They had lives, unlike me.

I was getting a little tired of walking and spotted an ice cream vendor near by and grew excited. I had not had an ice cream cone in years; just fancy desserts like biscotti and compote. I half-ran over to the vendor and took a five out of my Prada purse. I asked for a double scoop of chocolate on a waffle cone. I paid the nice man and then turned around just a basketball materialized out of nowhere and struck the cone, smashing it into my white silk blouse. The ice cream left a big brown circle over my left breast. I was pissed and my precious ice cream was on the ground.

I looked up and saw the culprit coming in my direction. I wanted to curse him out, but I was raised well: people make mistakes. He was a good-looking man: about 5′ 11″ with steel blue eyes, dark brown hair and a fit, athletic perfectly tan body. I envisioned the type of woman he would date. I was definitely not the type of woman he was looking for.

He frowned. “I’m sorry. Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m just fine.” I smiled at him and pointed to my blouse. “Just a stain.”

“Please let me buy you another cone. That’s the least I could do.” He picked up the melting cone and tossed it into the nearest receptacle. “Let me pay to have your shirt cleaned.”

“Oh that’s not necessary. Really.”

He ignored me started searching for money. He paid the vendor for another cone.

“Thank you,” I said as he handed me another cone and some money for dry cleaning. “The extra money is really not necessary.” I tried to hand him the money back without success.

“Keep it, my treat.” He said as he ran back to the basketball court with his friends.

I decided that my best strategy was to find a seat and eat my chocolate cone in safety. There was a park bench about thirty feet from the basketball court. I carefully made my way over and sat down.

I was sitting there savoring each lick of my ice cream cone while examining the rest of the men on the court. One man stood out from the rest. Not just because of his height (he had to be at least 6′ 5″), but because he was the sexiest man I had seen in a good long time. He was a handsome black man with mahogany skin, ebony eyes, and deliciously lickable lips. None of the men on his team had on a shirt, but his muscles put the rest of theirs to shame.

“Damn!” I heard myself exclaim with lust.

Before I finished my chocolate cone, I was in severe heat. The ice cream wasn’t cold enough and did nothing to cool me down. The creamy brown chocolate of the ice cream was analogous to his skin color didn’t help things. I found myself fantasizing about this sexy man’s hands, tongue, and everything else all over me. I finished my cone but didn’t budge. I was captivated. How irrational, I eventually said to myself. This is completely out of character for you, Tatianna.

That may have been true, but that did not keep me from following this sexy black man when he threw his shirt over his strong glistening shoulder and started walking away.

I had no idea what I hoped to accomplish by following him like a schoolgirl. I kept a good distance from him. I was sure he had entirely no idea that I was pursuing him until…

“Why don’t you just walk beside me?”

Was he talking to me? Regrettably, he was. He stopped dead escort bahçelievler in his tracks and turned around, staring down at me with a sexy grin.

“Excuse me?” was the only response I could utter.

“I Said, why don’t you just walk beside me?”

“Why would I do that?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“It’s better than following me.” He smiled wider. “You are following me, right?”

“Don’t be absurd!” I could not believe his arrogance. Even if he was right about me following him, he did not need to point it out. “What are you, some sort of narcissist or something?”

“No not at all.” He swept a loose hair away from my face and I felt faint. He was turning me on so much that I was intimidated. “I am flattered, though.”

“I can not imagine why,” I replied, determined to keep some composure.

“I saw the way you were checking a brotha out on the court.”

“Oh, were you just playing basketball back there?” I asked the question with a straight face. “I was not paying attention. I was too busy eating my chocolate cone.” My body cringed as soon as I said “chocolate cone.” I prayed he didn’t notice.

“The way you ate it was a treat in itself.” He licked his full lips. I wanted to lick them for him. “It made me wonder if you devour everything else like that.”

“You’re nasty!” I said in disbelief.

He moved even closer to me, and I could smell his sweat. Even that was turning me on. “And you are fine.”

“And I was brought up better that. I do not tolerate men speaking to me in such a crude fashion. I only hold conversations with gentlemen.” I huffed.

I could tell by the way his eyes furrowed that he was offended. “Then why don’t you converse your self back in the opposite direction?”

“I will go wherever I please, thank you very much.” I stepped around his large frame and started walking.

He took hold of my arm and turned me around. “Tell me, what would you like to do right now?”

“A good start would be for you to let go of my arm.” I tried to free my arm, but he was too strong.

He began to walk, taking me along with him. “Let’s go.”

“Let’s go where?” I questioned. I was being accosted in Central Park, and instead of screaming for help, I was asking questions. Not really a good sign.

“My place, of course. It’s not far from here. Unless you would prefer we have sex right here in the park.”

My God, his place? “You’re a lunatic!” I lashed out at him.

“And you’re fine.”

I couldn’t help but blush. After all, that was the second time he had called me fine.

He stopped walking, let my arm go, and eyed me seductively, “I bet you only wear La Perla lingerie, sexy sheer bikini with lacy matching bras.” He folded his strong arms, looking me up and down. “On second thought. I see you as a thong type of woman.”

“You don’t know me at all,” I stated as I felt my La Perla thong getting wetter by the second.

“But I’d like to.” He raised his eyebrow and looked me up and down some more, making me feel completely uncomfortable. “Back to my analysis. I bet you only wear custom perfume, made only for you. Nothing store bought would be good enough for your sexy body.”

“Are you finished?” I was insulted because all of his statements were true. Was I so transparent that a complete stranger could read me like a book? “Since you know so much, why don’t you become a psychic or something?”

“I would rather do this.”

He leaned down and slipped his tongue in my mouth. I instantly pulled away and slapped him across the face.

“How dare you?”

“How dare I not?” He smirked, rubbing his cheek. “I’m sorry, but I’m one of those people that embraces just how short life really is. To just let you walk away from me and risk the chance of never seeing you again is insane.”

He was making complete sense to me.

“Besides, you were following me for a reason.”

“For the last time, I wasn’t following you,” I stated fervently, determined not to be classified as a stalker. “I was just on my way to, to, to…”

“Yes?” He grinned, in anticipation of an answer we both knew I could not supply.

“Never mind. I don’t have to explain myself to you. You’re a complete stranger.”

“Just answer me one question, and if you still want me to, I’ll walk away and never look back.”

“Fine.” Please don’t walk away, I thought. “What’s your question?”

“Has any man ever made you feel the way you imagined it would feel like in your dreams?”

“What makes you think I have dreams like that?” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Don’t you want a man that asks you what you need, what you crave, what you yearn for, and actually cared enough to try to give it all to you?” He began playing with a lock of my blond hair, fingering it gently. “A man that not only talks the talk but walks the walk?” His fingers moved to my puckering lips and started tracing the outline of them. “A man willing to move heaven and earth to make sure you get just escort bakırköy as much pleasure out of making love as he does?”

“Stop it.” I moaned, slowly stepping away from him. “Please stop it.”

“I’m sorry I can’t.” He closed the gap between us again and put his strong arm around my waist, using his other hand to hold my chin up so that I was forced to look in to his sexy brown eyes. “I want you, and I don’t even know your name. If you don’t want to, tell me. It’s ok. Just come with me. Take a chance. Do something totally uncharacteristic in your life.”

My heart was racing to the point where I could hear it in my ears. I thought about how far I was willing to take this as I looked deeply into his eyes.

“Life is about pushing past limits.” He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then drew my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it for a few moments before releasing it. “Life is about doing everything you want while you still have a chance. Tomorrow is guaranteed to no one.”

It took me only a moment before I began French kissing him with a passion like I never had before.

His place was as handsome as he was, a one-bedroom co-op design in a contemporary style. Decorated with rich browns, mahogany hard wood floors, masculine stainless steel fixtures, and vibrant reds accents.

“Your place is exquisite, who is your decorator?”

“Thanks, I did everything myself.”

“It’s picture perfect.”

“I see something that is truly picture perfect.” He grinned seductively at me. “I would love to take some pictures of you.”

“You’re insane!” I huffed.

He pushed me up against the open doorframe and palmed my breast through my chocolate stained blouse. “I’m not insane. I’m just horny for you. I want to spend the rest of the day getting to know your body, knowing every little tiny spot that excites you. Have you ever been tied up?”

He was insane! “No, I never have, and I never will be.”

He smiled with that bright smile of his. “You don’t trust me, huh?”

“I still don’t know you,” I responded bluntly. “Besides, I wouldn’t let you tie me up if I’d known you my whole life. I trust no one that much.”

“Well I trust you. I’ll let you tie me up, if you want to right now.”

“Your not serious are you?”

He started unbuttoning my blouse. “I’m very serious. Tie me up.” He moved my blouse off my shoulders, along with my La Perla bra straps. “Blindfold me. Whatever pleases you pleases me.”

I wasn’t sure if I was numb or shocked at his statement. “Whatever pleases you pleases me.” No man that I had ever been with had ever said anything close. I thought maybe that’s why I had never had a man really please me sexually, give it to me really good, make me yearn for him every second that he was away. That was it! That was the moment I knew I was not leaving his place without getting him to please me the way I wanted.

I began helping him with my clothing, and within a few seconds, I was nude from the waist up. He rubbed my hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while I hiked my skirt up to provide easy access.

His ebony eyes gazed into mine, and my breathing became heavy. There was something about the way he looked at me. It was clear that he was a man about his business and that I was in for a hell of a sexual experience. I was ready for him to lead me to bed, but he shocked me by letting me go.

I watched him walk away from me and towards the bathroom, stripping along the way. He kicked off his shoes and bent down to snatch off his socks. Then he lost the shirt. I admired his well defined back sheathed in chocolate skin. I imagined digging my fingernails into it in the throes of passion. He let his shorts drop and stepped out of them, revealing form-fitting black Calvin Kline boxer briefs. My God, what an ass!

He stopped a foot short of the doorway and turned to me. “Why don’t you join me in the shower? You can help me scrub something or possibly everything if you like.”

I just stared at him, pondering how I went from eating ice cream in the park to contemplating joining this hunk of a black man in his shower. Life sure is full of curveballs. I decided to play a little hard to get, so I gave him a five-minute head start to make him wonder about my next move.

I entered the bathroom nude; the steam was so thick that I could barely make out the glass door of the shower. There he was, with hot water cascading over his ripples. The man was seriously chiseled, like a roman statue made of black marble. We seductively eyed each other for a few seconds before I aimed my eyes down and targeted his cock. His large, juicy black dick. Nice and meaty. Thicker than any I had ever seen in person. I licked my lips reflexively, just as I did before I had my ice cream cone.

“You see something you like, sweetie?” he asked teasingly.

“Maybe. Do you see anything you like?”

He reached out and ran his damp fingers through my hair. I moaned, not knowing where it came from. I’m just not a moaner.

“Come here, sexy lady.” He lifted me up and in one motion pulled me into the shower. “I desire everything I see right here.”

He positioned me against the cold glass tile, and the feeling sparked my desire even more. I straddled my legs around his waist and eagerly slithered my tongue into his mouth. He passionately accepted it, and I found myself moaning again.

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This is a story about a beautiful young wife who has her black fantasies realised but at a cost. But luckily she survives the ordeal.

Nicky Price was so exasperated, she had asked Keith, her husband a thousand times to unblock the sink for her, her young son had popped something in it and the water took forever to drain away. The pretty and oh so cute young mother could have cheerfully killed him right there!

Her face was flushed, it did that when she was annoyed, when Keith would see it he took refuge somewhere, but she also got like that when she was aroused, which he could do to her with alarming regularity. She hated him sometimes, how many times in the past have I been cross with him, and I’ve ended up over the sofa, on the floor, across the table getting shagged silly by him, she thought ruefully.

Well the very next day, and she didn’t know it of course, but she would be getting shagged silly, (her words) by her black neighbour and all because Keith hadn’t unblocked her sink! The lovely 28 year old had washed her crockery and waited for ten minutes while the dirty water drained away so she could at least clean the sink.

She had just dropped her two children off at school and returned home, they lived in a ground floor apartment that had a garden at the back where her small ones could play safely.

Nicky was a small fair haired woman, she had blond high lights in her soft and long hair. Her face was as angelic and cherubic as a woman’s face could be. She had the knack of being able to pout naturally while looking as if she was about to burst into tears. Any one who saw this phenomenon would want to gather her up, cuddle her, and kiss her to make her better.

Nicky was one of life’s natural cock teasers, men could get an instant hard on for her in the right circumstances. Her looks and body were as enticing as any woman’s, super sensitive sometimes, which was why Keith could get her most times as and when he wanted.

Her breasts weren’t large, but big enough, her nipples were a bain, and her delight. When she was really in the mood Keith could drive her insane nearly. The number of times he had had to clamp his hand over her mouth to stop her screaming were innumerable.

She had been married for 8 years and her children of 5 and 7 were now going to school freeing up her daytime at last. She was busy poking at her sink drain with a knitting needle when she heard her neighbour’s door slam.

“Ah,” she thought,” Raul is home, I wonder if he can do this for me at all?” She went to see him, knitting needle still in her hand. She knocked on his door and waited. She was wearing a pair of trousers, and a silk type top, even dressed down she looked cock breakingly sexy, her hair in a pony tail and dangly earrings.

Raul looked through the spy hole and saw who it was, before he even opened his door he was thinking, “what wouldn’t I give to have that under me!” The 6ft 1″ coloured man opened his door and gave her his best smile, then he saw the knitting needle, and whimpered.

“Please don’t shoot, I’ll come quietly, I promise!” Nicky laughed out loud, and said, still giggling.

“You clown, Raul can you help me please, my sink is blocked and it’s driving me nuts.”

“Sure Nicky, lets go,” he took her arm and led her back to her apartment, she was soft and warm, and, “Oh god what would I give?” He thought. His cock was jumping in his pants.

“Why aren’t you at work Raul?” she enquired.

“I’ve been made redundant thank god!” He told her. “And I’ve been given a goodly sum so I’m having some time off before I start my own business.”

“Oh that must be nice for you?” she said kindly, she was checking him out. No one, not even her husband knew of the fantasy she had always had, to be taken, fucked, and made love to by a black man. It was a fantasy that would never be realised, never. She had no intention what so ever of being unfaithful, it was a fantasy and that’s what it would always remain.

Raul was just the sort of man she had envisaged in her fantasy role play. Tall, well built without looking like knotted tow rope, well defined, smoothly muscular, and good looking he also dressed well, and smelled good too. Raul was that man, though he didn’t know it, he had seen Nicky many times, and lusted after her for as long as the three years he had known the couple.

He bent under the sink and checked it, he knew enough of how to remove a P trap and replace it, He took his time, even lying on his back and asking Nicky to run some water while he fiddled about. All he wanted to do was look at her as she stood above him.

Eventually he asked for a bowl to catch some water in, she handed him a mixing bowl from the cupboard next to him, her scent wafted in, and caused his prick to twitch, he saw it through his pants, the bump of the head of it was pressed outwards, and he swore he heard a small intake of breath from her.

He was working away and he deliberately twitched his hardening cock again, and escort taksim once more her heard her breathe deeply, she was looking at him! He dismantled the trap, fished out the offending little plastic toy, replaced the trap and gave the toy to her. But he didn’t refasten the trap back tightly, he had no idea if it would leak like he hoped it would, but he had to try this again if he could.

When he looked at her, her face was flushed, “was that, is that because she saw my prick jump?” he wondered. Nicky turned away and bashfully made coffee and they chatted. He checked the trap once more and sure enough there was a small drip coming from it. Hopefully I’ll get to check it again, and her tomorrow, he thought.

“What time do you get in from taking the children to school,” he asked. “I’ll pop round and check the trap tomorrow, just to make sure it’s okay.”

“I get back around 9.30,” she replied happily.

“Okay, I’ll see you then,” he said, she followed him to the door, and without thinking she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek, “Thanks Raul, you’ve saved my day, see you tomorrow, bye?” Her scent hung over him like a delicious sweet silk cloud.

Raul was determined that tomorrow he would get her, or die in the attempt, or heaven forbid, end up in jail for rape. If he had known he was at the centre of her fantasy he would have gone for it straight away. He spent the evening planning his assault, but the only thing he could come up with was the way to dress. He had definitely heard her when his prick had twitched, so that was the key he believed.

In the morning he was up with that larks, he bathed, shaved, did his black shiny hair, he knew he was good looking, he had always had success with the women, but he had never lusted after one like he lusted after his neighbours wife. At thirty he was a very happy and successful bachelor.

He put on an extremely brief very dark brown man thong; the girls loved it when they saw it, and what it could hardly contain. He wore a pair of white shorts, and white round necked, short sleeved sports top, it accentuated his dark good looks, over the years he had learned what women liked to see him in, and this attire was one of them.

He wore nothing on his feet, and he had a thick heavy gold chain around his neck, it could nearly be called a choke chain but it wasn’t too tight. He listened for Nicky to arrive home, and when he heard her door close he went to it. He rang the bell, saw movement at the peephole and the door opened, both of them stood there wide eyed. Nicky because of the way he was dressed, and he, because of the way Nicky was dressed too.

She was wearing a pair of high heels, about 3″ Raul guessed by the adjustment in her height, a short lime green skirt about half way up her extremely shapely, and toned thighs, her top was a bright yellow short sleeved thing with and open collared neck, he knew straight away that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples were evident under the fabric of her top. And her hair was hanging soft around her slim smooth shoulders.

She recovered before he did, “Raul,” she mumbled, “why are you dressed like that?” This gave him time to recover his composure.

“I was going to the gym, then I remembered I had to see to your sink,” he lied.

“You look gorgeous Nicky, I hope you don’t mind me saying that?” he said.

“No Raul, I don’t mind at all, and thank you,” she murmured. He saw her face flush a little.

“And,” she said, “you don’t look too bad yourself either,” and they both laughed. In fact Nicky could hardly take her eyes of the dark good looking black man who was stood close to her, making her feel flushed and excited. Raul was guessing rightly that she was slightly turned on by him; he hoped he was right; it would make life easier for him if she was.

He followed her sashaying walk into the kitchen, he didn’t need to bother about his prick, it was there waiting for her. He knelt down and checked the trap, “oh dear, its dripping slightly, I’ll have to do it again.” He said.

He got down on his back and asked her to run the tap, she stood over him and the sight nearly made him choke. He saw all of her gorgeous legs and the tiny bit of material between her inner thighs, covering his target. Then the phone rang, “bollocks!” he thought. Nicky hurried off to answer it, and it was then that he had the glimmer of an idea, a plan to get her.

While she was away, he got the bowl out of the cupboard, filled it to three quarters full, put it under the sink and got in with it.She came back and said it was a cold caller so she had put the phone down.

“Run the tap please Nicky,” he told her, and picked up the bowl behind his head. As the water ran throught the trap he tipped the water all over himself.

“Argggh!” he shouted, Nicky immediately turned the tap off, and Raul slid out from under the sink and soaking wet. He was soaked to the skin, “the trap came off in my hand, I sinking escort ortaköy Nicky!” His shirt and shorts were wet through.

Nicky grabbed a towel and started to dry him off, Raul just pulled his shirt over his head and took the towel from her. In that one instant Nicky’s immediate future was sealed, she would not be able to resist or fight him off. She stared at him, his flat chest was there right in front of her, the wide shoulders, the powerful upper muscles, the strong biceps and forearms, the flat chiselled abdomen. Power erupted from him like a spouting volcano.

Her face flushed as if she was on fire, the thrill a woman feels when confronted with something she knows very well can excite her beyond all reason. It spread through her like a bush fire, her nipples popped, and her shaven pussy dripped her nectar. Her lips, pouting all of their own accord were blood filled too. And the look of innocence on her lovely angelic face was telling the world she was in heat.

Raul saw the changes in her, but was a little unsure of himself, but he had decided that he was going to go, ‘in for a penny, in for a pound!’ He shoved his wet shorts down and kicked them off, now he was in nothing but the sexy dark chocolate thong he had bought especially for occasions such as this.

Nicky gawked at him, he knew he had turned her on, he could see the arousal in her face, she was trembling slightly, her eyes were transfixed on the package hardly hidden by it at all. They were wild and staring, her hands came together in front of her, she unconsciously licked her lips

Raul stepped the three paces between them and pulled her into an embrace, he kissed her neck, and pressed himself right up to her. Nicky nearly died as a climax slithered though her belly to her brain.

“No,” she bleated softly, and stepped away from him, he followed and smoothed her tits in his hands. Nicky backed away, her mind was going in all directions, he neared her and again, took her in his arms, kissing her neck once more sending convulsions through her increasingly aroused body.

Nicky knew what was happening but was at a loss to know what to do about it, the fantasy that she had had in her mind all these years was now being played out in reality. A clearly good looking black man was pursuing her, and in her own home too. And this was one of many scenarios she had orgasmed with, being chased by a half naked black man relentlessly, kissed, touched, her treacherous nipples getting in on the act, her pussy was alive with lightening voltage.

She backed away from him in a manic state, he caught her again, again his lips landed on her neck searing her, his fingers tightened around her full studded and extremely prominent nipples, which were screaming at her for attention. She made another attempt to escape, but at the same time she didn’t want to, she was being pulled in two directions, her mind wanted to stop it, her body was having none of that.

Being pursued by this almost naked gorgeous black man had been her dream for years, one where she had to give in, to submit to him, so he could take her, use her, make her cry for him as he plundered her helpless body. Nicky walked backwards to no where, every step she took was hopeless, there was no where to go. He was there every where.

Raul saw the desperation in her eyes, but he also saw the inane desire for it, for him. He pulled her to him again, and each time he kissed her neck and squeezed her nipples she fell further behind in her race for redemption, she ended up back in the hallway. Raul backed her into the full length, wide, ornate mirror in her there. She was up against it, and this time there was no release from him, no way past, either side was blocked by her own furniture.

He kissed her lips quickly before firing into her tingling neck, his hands holding her tits, his finger tips locked around her acorn like nipples. Nicky made one last bid to escape from him, it failed. She could feel his cock pressing into her, she turned suddenly. And it was this movement that broke her will.

She was face up against her mirror, his hard cock was now pressing into her firm buns, he attacked her neck with increased fervour. She peered at him over her own shoulder at the top of his head as he almost severed her head from her neck with burning hot kisses, and nibbles. Her forehead rested on it, her eyes closed.

His hands went under her top and worked up to her naked firm breasts. Gripping her bare nipples in one smooth movement, he softly squashed them; Nicky gave out one last gasp.

Her hands had tried to move his, but his were under her top, fingers tight around her abused nipples, Raul had won the short battle. Her hands were outside of her top, his were in it, and therefore of no help. The resistance to him wavered, failed, and then dropped away, her hands went flat to the mirror and slid apart, they ended up wide of her head. His were free to capture and keep the prizes escort bayrampaşa he had been after.

He kissed her neck repeatedly, nibbled on it, bringing soft mewls from her, he dropped one hand and went under her skirt to rub her pussy through her little panties. Her ass pressed backwards onto his now fully erect and super hard cock. Nicky moaned in pleasure, her face was as flush as it had ever been, she was in full flow, dazed completely, and her arousal would now abide no delay.

Raul knew enough not to let her regain any semblance of composure, he decided to fuck her against the mirrir before taking her to bed. Her hands still high above her head; he took a hold of the bottom of her top and lifted it. It was easy for him to get it up, he slid it right off her. Then took her nipples again, keeping up the attacks on her senses. Nicky could do nothing but mewl, moan, and gasp ragged breaths.

Raul then took the full control of the gorgeous sexy young housewife and mother he needed to, he unhooked her skirt and let it fall to the floor where he slid it away with his foot, her own thong flew away. Apart from her heels, she was naked in her own home being systematically ravaged by her black neighbour. His tiny man thong was no problem, he yanked it off and threw it to one side.

“Nicky I am going to fuck you now, you know that don’t you?” he whispered salaciously in her ear. She could only nod her lovely head, she was already feeling his weapon prodding her, just as it had done many times in her fantasies. How, she remembered briefly, he had fucked her right here but in her mind, made love to her so she screamed for him and it.

Raul spread his feet a little to lessen the height difference, bent his knees to get it under her and using one hand pointed his cock upwards, his prick slid into her volcanically hot pussy like a hot knife through soft butter. Nicky cried out as his invading black member stripped her marriage vows away for ever. Her fidelity, her faithfulness to her loving husband was being torn away by the marauding black man from her dreams.

But that didn’t stop the crushing orgasm bursting inside of her, as the thick cock bottomed out in her. Knowing she was at last living out her fantasy, that now it was reality, gave her body all the permissions it needed. Raul gave her everything; he knew that if he fucked her right, if he gave her what she obviously wanted and needed, she wouldn’t say no to him the next time, husband or no husband.

He cupped her tits and caressed her nipples, her body was away in space now, she had no idea of what was happening, except the mountainous climaxes that were tumbling around her like avalanches of snow racing down the hillsides of her mind. Her mind briefly kicked into gear before crashing them again. “I am being made love to by my fantasy black man, is this real, am I dreaming this?”

To Raul there was no such thing as an ugly woman, some were just better looking that’s all, he could and did fuck any woman who came his way. And he always, without fail, paid them the love and attention they richly deserved, and that was why he was so successful with them, they knew him for what he was. He didn’t have to tell them anything; they sensed it in him, from him. He truly was a true lover and worshipper of womanhood.

Nicky didn’t know it, but her left hand went over her head to the back of his, to keep his lips on to her neck, her right hand closed over his buttock cheek, she was holding herself to him as he fucked her up against the wall. Her head fell back on to his shoulder, it was done, over, he had her. She needed him, his cock was beating a path to her door, from where she didn’t know it would end, but it wouldn’t be today.

Her fantasy that she knew, or thought, would never be realised, had just been enacted as her fertile imagination had made it. She was being used, taken, abused, and now fucked by the good looking black man she had always known would, that even in her mind he was real.

Raul methodically pumped his prick up and down into her sweet loving pussy, using long swift strokes as he held her up and against the mirror. Nicky watched him from afar through the mirror. She came against that mirror for what seemed like the umpteenth time, her legs were weak, his thick black cock was debilitating her mind, her nipples were raging corks of fire. Her head turned to him, she looked him in the eyes, then at his lips, she was asking him to kiss her, silently begging him with her opaque eyes.

Raul took the proffered opportunity with relish, the kiss was sweet and tender, filled with love and longing for more. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her away, holding her tight to him he walked off. His still hard prick safely lodged deep in her gaping wet slick gash. He was taking her to bed, Nicky pointed bleakly at her sons room, but Raul knew which bedroom was which, his flat was the exact same as hers and her husbands.

He marched straight into hers, kneeled one knee on the bed then he was lowering her down where he could set about fucking this gorgeous beauty like she had never been fucked. Nicky couldn’t have stopped what he was about to do even if hell had had a hold on her. He got between her spread feet, propped himself up on his elbows and Nicky unknowingly spread herself like a star fish for him.

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(Sorry for the long delay. Angie had to get over the shock of some of the hate mail and threats she got after the last chapter. She broke the next chapter into a A and a B. Some was written before the party and most afterwards so some of the tenses will be wrong, she also hurried to get this submitted so the spelling may not be perfect either)

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Wow I have no idea where to start. There are some things that happened before the breeding party then there is going to be the party and then there is some post party stuff I am sure I will want to share. I guess we will start with both mine and Dave’s pre-party stuff. It might help to make the rest make sense.

Again, Wow, there is just so much to say and I am not sure we can get it all in here. I think what I will do is break this into three parts. I will post everything for the pre-party stuff. Then post the party in as much detail as I can remember once the party is over. It may take a couple days to re-focus – well I hope it does :-). Finally I will post some type of an epilogue to finish it out. So this will be posted post party, but it is about what led up to the night before.

The party was scheduled for August 8th and did happen that date. That was the final date set after much discussion and changes back and forth. So I am now able to plan and prepare both physically and mentally for this.

I spent lots of time thinking about this after I made the commitment. I am waffling back and forth between panic that Dave will leave me for going through with this and all the way to I just don’t care I want to be fucked by lots of big black dicks. So on the 3rd I sit down with Dave and we have a long talk about this. I express how horny it made me. Then he surprised me.

Dave goes “My love, please do not worry. I will not leave you over this in fact I am loving this. It gets me hard just thinking about getting to come over to the location and see you all fucked out and cum covered and filled before you clean up.”

I am like What! “What do you mean come over? You’re not going to be there?”

“Well no dearest, I spoke with the three heads of this group and agreed with them that you will be more slutty if I am not there and worrying about how I am going to react. So they are going to web cast it to me and the rest of the members willing to pay a fee for the broadcast.” Dave tells me this with a huge grin on his face.

“What?” That is all I could say, I was kinda taken aback that he would not be there and he was going to see it all happen on video web cam.

I am going to down load the feed also so I will always have the complete raw footage was the next thing Dave said. I was getting more worried and extremely horny. I was ready to fuck Dave right there. The thought that 30 men and my hubby are not there could watch my black cock whore debut. I was also very worried that others would download the feed and I would have my face and body all over the World Wide Web.

After I got over the shock he surprised me further with the fact Greg and a guy named Troy was coming over tomorrow to take some body measurement for helping with the clothing. That he expected me to provide them a good time while he watched. My pussy juiced up immediately and I wanted to fucked right then even more. He then went on into all the things he had been researching about white wife’s becoming black cock whores. I could not take it, I told Dave he could only tell me if he told me while we fucked.

Now, I had been gone most of the day and Dave had been home. He had made several trips over the week getting stuff and busying himself fixing things around the house. I was sure it was nervous energy with the pending party days away. I was so wrong; it was a cover for my third surprise. When we got into the bedroom he had installed a stripper pole and some mirrors.

“So honey, why not slip into something you can strip out of turn down the lights and turn up the tunes and while you strip I will get started with what I have been reading and thinking. ”

Oh my God was all I could think. I room look like a stripper’s studio with a bed in the corner. We already had the nice wood floors. Nice soft rail lighting and it is a huge room to start with. Now in one fourth of it in a corner is this stripper’s pole, mirrors around the corners and on the ceiling. And special lighting that works with the beat of the music. There was a small two chair seating area. It was kinda hot and my pussy juice was running down my leg and my pussy lips were getting blood engorged and hanging out.

I ran to the walk in closet and started dressing. I slipped into the g-string ion my panty drawer that is flame red, and see through bra and stiletto heels. My pussy lips hung out around the panties and gave me the hottest looking camel toe I had seen. I even wanted to eat my own pussy. I heard the music thudding quietly and the lights were on I rant to the pole and started dancing.

Dave was telling me all these different things. How one guy has a wife in the club and he is semi cuckold. His wife had decided to take one of the black men as her lover bull. He told me how this other lady traded being a sex slave for a black man for one year for breasts. Her husband totally supported her. He had his cock out and was stoking it.

I stopped grabbed him and dragged him to bed, pushing him and mount him like he was nothing but a sybian machine and started riding. I had my eyes closed and had all sorts of thoughts running through my head. I looked down at him finally and asked him what he really wanted from this.

“I really do not know dear. I just know thinking of your white body being surrounded by all those black men and their hard cocks of all size and you HAVE to service them for the time your there. I get hot thinking some times that it would hot for you to have a regular black man to fuck and bring a pussy filled with his cream home for me to then fuck you pussy while you tell me everything you two did. “

I cream and scream and moan and came harder than I ever have with Dave and fell asleep on top of him draining his cum all over his cock as he had shoot the biggest load I had every known him to shoot. It appears we had finally found a mutually huge turn on.

The next morning Troy and Greg showed up early for us — 10:00 in the morning. We were in the shower after an early morning fuck. I was still in the shower in fact when Dave out of pure teasing and playfulness led the two men right into the master bath and they stood and watched me shower. It was right in the middle of washing the cum out of my pussy that I felt eyes on my and looked and saw Greg, Dave and this very nice young handsome back male. He had the kind of black man version of George Clooney look. My hubby smiles and tells me to masturbate for them.

This made me horny again. I was thinking I have become nothing but a fucking horny bitch this last three weeks. I am not sure my poor little pussy can take much more. I started thinking what a sex puppy I had become, what a whore I am performing at the minute a request is made by my husband. I had three fingers in me lying on the floor of the shower with three men watching as I climax and moan really loud. I heard myself almost yell l am a whore I need cock.

After I finished I joined the men down stairs in the kitchen where they were sitting sipping coffee and eating on cinnamon rolls. I had slipped into an Asian pattern full length robe. It was this dark blue with red floral pattern and what they call a mandarin collar. It ties nice and tight around my waste. It makes my nice big boobs look nice and the nipples rubbing against the satin stand out rock hard. It also let my poor little cunt breath and get a break being naked underneath.

“Oh hi Angie how’s our little whore today?” was Greg’s greeting. I would like you to meet Troy. “He is the only true bi-sexual we have in the group and he is a fashion whore. He will be taking measurements and picking out your outfit’s”

This gorgeous looking black male comes over and gives me the very European kiss on each cheek. “Oh honey we are going to make you look like the hottest married whore in town for the 8th”

“Hey sit and have something with us and let’s chat for a bit” Was how Dave gave me a break. It was also at this point I noticed that Troy had blue eyes. They were so mesmerizing. But I still had a problem with the soft feminine style voice from a body and face like he had. Troy was definitely an enigma. But a very hot enigma!

Finally after a few minutes of chatting Troy started explaining what he was going to be doing.

“You see sweetie, you will need at least three outfits. The one that you wear over to the party has to make a statement right from the start. You want to be so hot looking but not overly slutty so all those cock’s in the room get hard.” “You will probably have the outfit torn cut or somehow removed from your body in the first thirty minutes. So you will need a second outfit for when they let you shower and clean up at about the hour and a half mark. That one will have to just scream I am a whore keep my holes full. ” Then you need the sit around after it’s over and have drinks outfit that says I am now a black cock whore.”

“Okay.” As all I could say as all of this was soaking in.

Now, I am going to ask you a few brief questions to help my thought process get going.”

“Do me and Greg need to hang around for this, I was thinking of going catching the pre-game stuff n the tube” This was my hubby, always there for support for talking. I really think Troy was getting to him.

Nah, go on me and her will be just fine” Troy said. The two of them head to the man cave where the big screen TV was.

“Okay first question, what do you really want to get out of this long term? By this I mean do you want to get a regular black cock to service you? Do you just plan on this as a one off thing? What are you really thinking, because that will tell me how to present you at the start and the end?

“Well Troy to be honest I am struggling with that. Dave I spoke a lot while we fucked last night about that very subject. Inside me I would like to explore this more, and Dave really wants me to go further into this lifestyle as he called it, but I am not sure he really does at this point. I think I will really have to wait to see how he really feels when I come home from the party. But I would like clothes that leave the door open for further exploring.”

“Okay, that is fair Angie. But what type of exploring you thinking, one guy, several different guys and what type of guys? How do you want to be treated if you explore?”

“While we talk, stand up and take the robe off and let me see you so I can take some measurements.” Troy reaches in his pocket and gets pad of paper out and a tailors tape.

I stand up and slowly drop my robe to the floor standing there completely naked.

“Very nice. Very nice for sure. You are a hot body little slut up close. I may just call you slut the rest of the day, what do you think of that?”

“That’s fine if that helps you think and gets this done” I notice while he is talking and walking around me this huge hard on is developing between his legs. It looks like the monster Jake has.

“Oh it will do more than get this complete slut. I want you to go get some heels on, I prefer the 4 inch or 5 inch heels if you have any.”

I was back in a minute are two with the heels on and standing naked in front of Troy. I was getting horny again being on totally display for a complete stranger in my house while my hubby and one of his friends were downstairs in the man-cave totally oblivious to what was going on.

“Okay, first I want you to stand with you feet together and head very straight and proper looking straight forward. Just pick a spot on the wall and focus on it for a minute.” Troy took several measurements. He lightly touched me as he did and every time he did my heart pounded and I was hoping he would find a hole with a finger are something. I could feel my juice seeping out between my lips.

“So, my slut, if you let a bull take you as his fuck toy, are you willing to get tattoo with his mark and maybe piercings? Do whatever he wants sexually?”

“Dave asked the same thing and we talked about it? What is it with the tattoos marking and the other things?” Was my response.

“I do not know when it started but some time a long time back, when it was so totally taboo for a black cock to be in a white pussy all the time, the black males to make sure other blacks knew that a white lady was there property and sex slave was to mark them. This was so the white wife could still carry on his nice suburb life with her family and slip into the darker neighborhood at night and not have problems. That’s what I was told. I have never reached it. I know the five white wives that are now taken by bulls have all been marked.”

“I notice in watching Dave’s videos he has been loading over half the girls have their nipples pierced, why?” At this point he had taken all the measurements for the position I was in, about ten of them. He now asked me to move over by the table and get back in the same position but to bend over at the waist and rest my body on the table. He then took a few measurements, and then asked me to spread my legs while in this position like I was getting fucked. I was embarrassed when I did this and he could see all the cum that had slowly ran down my inner thighs. It was nice whitish cream that was thickish and my scent was really strong sexual musk.

“Wow, bitch your horny aren’t you?”

“Oh my gawd yes troy, I want you to fuck me, I cannot take looking at that monster grow any longer.”

“Well slut you do not get it till I am done and you have answered all the question, but I will give you a treat and let you see it.” He then stripped naked himself and he was ripped with a cock that was a big in girth as Jake’s but not quit as long. I was ready to rape his ass right there but kept cool I think I drooled though.

He then had me stand spread legged with my arms straight out from my side and in several other positions. Every time he walked around me he made sure he pressed that cock against me.

“Okay, so you might want to get involved in this lifestyle, but you never answered the other question.”

“Yes if I decided to get into this seriously Dave and I agreed I could be marked and pierced as the bull saw fit as long as Dave had final saw on the design and location so as not to cause problem at work. But

“That is very sex hearing a white slut like you say that make this big black cock get even harder. We need to go to a bed now for more measurements.” So off we went to our bedroom. Dave and Greg were now two floors away. There is no way they would every hear us fucking.

He had me get on my belly and took some measurements, then up into the doggy position, then on my back with my legs spread and then up by me shoulder. He the while I had my legs pulled all the way up to the chest straddled my legs pushing them into the pillows on each side of my head and stuffed his cock into my mouth. He started to stroke in just a little for a few a minute are two and my mouth was stretched wide pen and I remember how Greg felt like this and was getting exciting to swallow a big cock again.

“Okay, last question slut. We now know you would possible become the property of a bull, be tattoo marked, be pierced, so are you willing to go the full step and restrict your activities with your husband at first while you are being fully trained as a black cock whore?”

After e pulled his cock out of my mouth I told him that was probably something that would be discussed at length and review so there is no answer. I for sure will never cuckold my hubby nor leave him. He is my man and he is more than enough for me if it comes down to choosing.

With that he stuffed his cock deep down my throat and started face fucking me. After what seem like ten are fifteen minutes and me slobbering and drooling all over he pulled out of my mouth and slowly impaled me on his cock that had to have harden to 14 inches by now in length. It was awesome to feel my pussy stretched out open and filled to the point of almost pain but pleasure.

Right in the middle of a stroke he rolled me over on top of him and I started riding his cock in a savage primal pace. I was getting so into this ride. I mean I was lifting off of Troy’s cock ten inches and slamming my cunt down his shaft till I felt it all inside me. Somewhere in here the other two slipped in. I will let Dave tell you the rest.

Hi Dave here. After about 45 minutes we knew Troy should have her in some position fucking her hard. We had talked about this a few times once I knew she would be the main attraction and Troy would be the fashion guru. His huge pole was legendary around the sports bar. But what I really had wanted was to see her in person and not on video get her first double penetration by black cocks. So I had secretly hidden a web camera in the bed room. Once Angie was riding him on top, I grabbed the video cam and Greg stripped and we headed to the bedroom.

When we slipped in she had her eyes close, was moaning and talking nasty. Sometime during this fuck session Troy had taken a marked of some type out and in red lettering written on her black cock whore, slut for black cock and things like that on her tits and her belly and even on her face cheeks written insert black cock here. I made sure to get all that on video while they fucked away.

After she had a small climax, Troy started pounding her to keep her attention while Greg moved up behind her. Greg had covered his cock in a lube made for anal sex. Troy pulled Angie down to him and started kissing her in long deep kisses and reached back and spread her cheeks. She still had no idea what’s was going to happen since she was being hammered so well.

When Greg was in place Troy slide his monster all the way into Angie and held it in place and then Greg start pushing his cock into her ass opening. She let out this deep guttural moan and then said something I hoped to hear but was still unexpected.

“Come on you fucking black cocks fuck this white whore make me your fucking bitch” this came right out her mouth as Greg slid deeper into her ass. Once he was most of the way in the two men started to alternate going in and out of her. She was having climax after climax as they picked up the pace. Greg was telling her how they were going to fill her up and how huge of a load Troy could shoot. He told Angie that Troy’s loads were so big when he did not cum for a few days her whole face would be plaster in cum white. Apparently she wanted to feel this because she started begging for it on her face.

“No bitch no cum on your face till you beg us and tells us what you really are.” Was how Greg responded to her asking for a facial.

“That’s right slut only good girls that know what they are get my cum bath on their face”

“Okay okay okay, I am a fucking black cock whore that is nothing but a slut and a fuck toy for black cocks to use.” Was how Angie responded. I was getting this all on video and I have to admit it was hot hearing her say nasty things like that.

Not good enough yet” Troy said and they both picked up there pace of pounding into her. I could see her cunt and ass stretch with the pounding. She had her cum running out of her pussy. It was so hot and the close ups were awesome.

“I am a black cock fucking whore and I am begging please cover this whore in cum please make this whore your fuck toy. Cover my face in cum. “Angie continued on with the begging and moaning in please. Then real sudden the both pull out and yelling at her to get on her knees. She gets on her knees in the middle of our bed and the both start pumping their loads on her face. I am not kidding her face features disappeared under a thick coating of cum.

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*This story is fiction from my dirty little mind and all names and characters are fictional. Any resemblance or reference to real names and/or descriptions is purely coincidence. Please let me know if you like my stories*

Synopsis

A couple’s mundane life leads the wife to make some changes and spice things up for herself. When her husband gets suspicious, he decides to track her down only to be shocked at what he sees and surprised at his unexpected response.

Tags: Wife, Cheating, Interracial, Asian, Black, Cuckold, Spying

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Beth checked herself in the mirror one last time, wanting everything to be perfect. Her heart was racing and she felt butterflies in her stomach with the anticipation of what awaited her outside the bathroom door. She made sure every detail was right: Her eyeliner was perfect, eyeshadow the right smokey shade, and lips refreshed with glossy lipstick. She adjusted the black sheer babydoll and matching g-string he wanted her to wear as this moment was going to be monumental for the both of them. Heart still pounding, her hands cold and shaky, she sucked in her breath and held it for 10 seconds to hold off the thought that this was her last chance to stop all of this. She told herself again that she deserved this and rationalized it with the thought that she came this far, she owed it to herself to should see it through. Beth smiled to herself as she heard slow jams start playing in the other room. She made her decision. Beth quickly let out her breath, wrapped a towel around her, and opened the bathroom door.

John and Elizabeth “Beth” Liu were what most people would call your typical Asian American couple. They had a home in the big city, attended the neighborhood church, and worked full time jobs: John as a computer programmer and Beth as a grade school teacher. They were also college sweethearts who had two kids and a family dog. Over the years, life had become monotonous for them; John was constantly working and Beth was struggling with the balance between teaching and managing the kids’ schedules. With John constantly being on calls for work, Beth juggled dinner, grading papers, and helping their kids with homework on weeknights, made sure the kids made all their soccer games on Saturdays, and the family got to church on time for Sundays. It was no wonder they never had time for each other.

Soon after Beth’s 36th birthday, John started noticing a change occurring with his wife. She started eating healthier, going out for runs, and changing her clothes from her frumpy, comfortable and practical work clothes, her flats, slacks, and plain old blouses she liked to wear, to a more feminine style, heels, skirts, and dresses. He also noticed… Makeup and perfume!? She hasn’t worn that since after their first child was born! He sensed something was up but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. A notification from work popped up on his phone and he shrugged off her behavior as just a phase she was going through because she was getting older.

Fast forward to six months later. John was annoyed when Beth called and told him she needed him home early to make dinner for the kids because she had a meeting with her friends from her church group that evening and was going straight from work to the church. After he hung up, he paused for a brief moment. “Wait, didn’t she have her group meeting last night? Come to think of it, she has been going to a lot of church group meetings these last few weeks…” Now John was curious and decided to check Beth’s social media page as to figure out what was really going on. He knew her password so it was pretty simple logging into the account on his phone. For the most part, everything seemed fine. No weird messages, no unordinary posts. Everything seemed fairly normal until he browsed her search history. He recognized an old childhood boyfriend’s name in the recent search history. “Cassius Williams”. She mentioned him, while John and she were dating back in college, as her first crush and boyfriend back in elementary school.

John, naturally, felt funny about all of this and needed to know what was happening so he decided to continue sifting through her social media search history. After a short bit of digging, he found that the first time she looked Cassius up was right after her 36th birthday, and she had sent a friend request a minute after that at 11:37pm. He accepted it at 3:03am, she liked some of his posts at 6:47am, just minutes after she normally wakes up to get ready for work. As he dug further, he noticed more frequent searches for Cassius, which would seem strange for a friend who wanted to simply reconnect to another old friend. “Wouldn’t they have messages? Like ‘Hey! How are you?'” He thought to himself. John noticed a significant gap in her messages, as if she was mass deleting them, especially the most recent ones where she normally would have a ton of messages from her church group just before a meeting. John decided to take his “research” escort bağcılar a step further.

John ordered a pizza for the kids and asked the neighbors to keep an eye on them for a few hours while he “ran some errands.” He didn’t have access to the feature to track his wife’s phone’s GPS location, but he did remember the “friends near me” feature on her social media account. He looked up Cassius and saw that he was about a 15 minute drive away. John’s heart was pounding, hoping that his wife wasn’t messing around behind his back with this guy and was hoping all of this was just his wild imagination. As he got within 2 blocks of Cassius’ location, he decided to park his car and go on foot, just in case his wife was there and spotted him.

John followed the signal to a large apartment complex with an open courtyard full of hedges, bushes, trees, and flowers. It even had a beautiful Italian-styled fountain with water running down the central brass figures. John froze near the stone gate entryway as he saw his wife sitting next to a very large and well dressed black man. Cassius was about 6’4″, where as his wife was only 5’2″. John’s heart began to race as he saw they were holding hands with their fingers intertwined. “Maybe it’s nothing,” John thought, as he knew his wife was very physically affectionate towards everyone. She would give everyone a hug and kiss on the cheek at Church. It still felt odd and John needed to know for sure so he stayed.

After about 10 minutes of chatting (which John could not hear other than the occasional burst of laughter from them, thanks to the gurgling of the fountain), they got up and headed towards one of the entry ways of the massive apartment building. A twinge of jealousy shot through John’s chest as he saw his wife cradling Cassius’ large arm as they walked together. After they disappeared through the entryway,John dashed across the dimly lit courtyard to the entryway Beth and Cassius just entered. He saw no sign of them from where he was so he quickly looked at the doorbell directory for the apartment number where he guessed Cassius lived. He quickly spotted Cassius’ name and, as luck would have it, it was the first floor corner apartment.

John moved behind the bushes that hid most of Cassius’ windows from plain view and stalked around until he fell upon a well lit window and heard Beth’s laughter from inside. The window was open but the shade was down, making it difficult to see what is going on. They were having a hushed conversation, as if they were chatting very close to each other. All he could make out the was the mewling of his wife in a sultry tone and the low bass tones of Cassius booming voice. After what felt like forever, John heard the clinking of glasses, a short silence then laughter. He then heard the chairs scoot back, and footsteps. They left the room.

A short moment of panic filled John as the light turned out and he had lost track of where they were. He started stalking around the windows again when the light flicked on from a window he just passed. This one was mostly closed but the shade was about a hand’s height from being all the way down, giving him almost a full view of Cassius’ bedroom. He saw Cassius walk into the room, wrapped in a black robe. He raised a remote in his hand and the room was instantly filled with the deep rhythmic bass from the slow jams, giving it a charged atmosphere of sexual electricity. John, breathless at this point, noticed a light turn on in the background, then saw his wife enter the room wrapped in nothing more than a towel.

At a motion from Cassius, Beth opened the towel and dropped it to the floor. She was a bit red faced as if she were embarrassed, or it could have been her “Asian Tan” from the alcohol, or both. His eyes grew wider in disbelief as they dropped from her face to her body, to the sheer lingerie that left little to the imagination of what it was feigning to hide. Beth looked down bashfully as Cassius’ eyes drank her in. He said something to her in his low bass voice that John couldn’t hear over the music, but it caused her to look up in time to see Cassius pull her to him, his large, dark lips slowly consuming hers.

At first Beth seemed frozen when Cassius started kissing her, but quickly returned the passion with more intense, wanton display of tongue and lip suction as she reached her hands up around the back of his head to draw him in closer. As they pulled each other in, Cassius let his robe fall to the floor, revealing his large, near naked, African physique. He did not have an athletic build but he was certainly not out of shape either. John’s heart almost pounded through his chest as he witnessed Beth slowly kissing down Cassius’ chest to his stomach, then stopped and sat on her knees in front of him as she reached his boxers. Cassius, bent down, deeply kissed Beth with his large tongue, pulling off his boxers in the process. When they escort merter broke their kiss, Beth gasped in shock at how dark and how large Cassius’ member was. John could see it clearly from where he was and immediately noticed he was not circumcised either, making his cock look like a large black mamba slithering out of a large dark tree.

Beth was saying something to Cassius and from the look on their faces, John was able to determine it had something to do with his monstrous black cock. With all the shyness and bashfulness now gone, Beth reach her hands up to fondle Cassius’ large black shaft and his heavy, dark sack. She guided her hands all over Cassius’ manhood as if she were a blind woman trying to see with her hands. She rose from her knees, smiling at Cassius, and began to let her tiny pink tongue explore his manhood as well.

At first she started slowly, lifting up his cock, and sucking and licking his large black orbs below, then leaving a trail of saliva as she worked her way up his erect shaft. With her two hands stroking the length of his leaking black cock, she gave Cassius a wicked smile and lapped up the precum dripping from the tip. She then took as much as she could of him with her mouth, which was really only his swollen cock head, as Cassius placed both hands on the back of her head, urging himself further. Beth sucked him with such want and intensity, John could see her cheeks clearly indented from the effort. She also stroked both hands up and down his glistening, slimy, wet shaft as if she were trying to get the yummy liquid from a chocolate malt that had not melted enough yet.

After a few more moments of this intense treatment from Beth, Cassius abruptly pulled his cock out of her mouth with a “pop.” Beth looked up at him for a moment questioningly as he bends towards her, giving her a wet passionate tongue kiss. He motioned her to the bed where she sat then laid down with her legs still dangling from the edge. John heard her audibly moan as Cassius pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders and his large mouth descended to cover Beth’s opening. With Cassius’ thick tongue expertly probing and searching every inch of her opening along with the constant skillful suction of her clitoris with his large black lips, it only took a short while for Beth to go over the edge into the black oblivion called “Cassius”.

Her long drawn out moan was so loud and intense, it caused John to duck in case anyone outside hearing the commotion would look towards the window. After his wife’s moaning subsided, John slowly peeked through the window again as Cassius was working his way up Beth. He brought his tongue up her sensitive belly button, causing her to giggle, then up to one of her breasts tenderly. His large mouth covered her nipple then sucked in with such intensity, he had half her breast in his mouth by the time he released, leaving a mark on her that no one would mistake for anything other than what he just did to her. He move up her neck, causing her to mewl in pleasure until his tongue found it’s home with her lips. They resumed an intense kiss, grinding their hips together furiously.

Cassius slowly slid his hard, black rod up and down Beth’s mound, from the tip of his swollen head to the base of his sack, causing her to writhe in intense pleasure beneath him. She clawed at his back each time his cock head slid down to her clit, causing intense ripples of pleasure to echo through her and making her want more. Each time Cassius slid his thick black cock back down her body, he made sure to bring the tip down closer and closer to Beth’s dripping wet entrance. John could see that Beth could no longer take any of this teasing, so on Cassius’ next downward slide, Beth moved her hips up so that her entrance would meet his head. Cassius naturally pushed back into her very slowly as to not hurt her. As he pushed deeper into her, Beth let out a low moan as her body was slowly stretch and filled like it never had been before. John’s jaw dropped as he witnessed the large black mamba slowly work its way into his wife. He licked his lips, surprised by himself.

John thought he would be angry, upset, hurt and all other such emotions but the shocking one that stood out was how turned on he was at witnessing his wife in this illicit union with her lover. The fact that she is not just cheating on him but doing it with her friend, with no protection, would send a normal guy over the edge trying to beat down the door to stop it. The thought of his wife eagerly taking such a large guy, skin to skin/bare-back like that, on top of his dark african features mixing with her delicate Chinese features, contrasting together like a sexual yin and yang, was so erotic. He wanted to see more.

Cassius was increasing his pace with Beth now, and with each powerful stroke, Beth let out a small yelp. As if a switch was flipped in his mind, he was no longer gently pushing into escort fatih her but pounding into her with the fury of an unleashed animal. Sensing this sudden change in Cassius, Beth’s own switch flipped and raw animal instinct took over as she shouted things like “Fuck me harder, Cassius! Harder! Deeper, Cassius, Deeper!” Beth wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his large black ass to pull him in deeper, holding on for dear life. Soon after, she let out a scream of pleasure as her second orgasm crashed into her like a tsunami following a massive earthquake.

Cassius slowed to catch his breath, a moment of recovery later giving way to her second intense orgasm. Breathing heavily, they kissed each other as if they were a couple, making love with just their tongues. Beth clearly wasn’t done yet and she whispered something to Cassius causing him to climb off her and lay properly in his bed. Beth climbed on top of his sturdy physique, kissing him again as she reached behind her to guide his swollen, black cock inside her. They continued to kiss each other as Beth ground her hips into his. John nearly exploded in his pants as he got a full clear view of Cassius’ big black cock sliding in and out of Beth’s pussy. Beth and Cassius both picked up speed and intensity, causing a loud “CLAP” with each meeting of their hips. John could see the sweat glisten off both their bodies with some of Beth’s long hair matted to her body and face. The ferocity of how they fucked each other right now reminded John of animals mating. It was as if instinct took over and these two were no longer in control, like mother nature intended.

John’s heart leapt right into his throat when he heard Cassius announce loudly “Aww Daaaamn! I’m about to cum, Beth! I’m about ta nut, girl! Tell me where you want it at? Where you want my nut, Beth?”

Beth was only able to respond with “Ohhhhhh, God! Mmmmmmmm! Fuck me, Cassius! Keep fucking me please!”

“Fuck, Beth! I’ma nut up all inside you if you don’t tell me where to cum! I’m gonna cum in yo pussy!'” Cassius warned in a rising tone.

To this day, Beth is still not sure why she said it or what possessed her to say it but… “Oh God, Cassius, Yes! Yes! Give it to me! I want your hot nut inside me! Yes!” Beth screamed in reply. Cassius pushed himself as far as he could into Beth as he yelled out,

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah, Beth! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! I’m cumming in you, Beth! Take all dis nut, baby! Yeeeeeeeeeeeah! Take it all!!!” Beth felt as Cassius’ head swelled deep within her womb. She screamed in pleasure as she felt the initial burst of Cassius’ hot seed splash against her cervix, sending her over the edge for her own orgasm.

With each pulse of Cassius’ black cock releasing a potent package of spem, Beth’s own orgasmic contraction would squeeze and milk more seed from Cassius, her cervix dipping in, gaping, and sucking up his seed. “God! Yeeeeeeeesssssssss! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaaaaaawd, Cassius! Yeeeeeesssssss! I feel it! Fill me! Give it to me! Yessssss! Give me all that nut! Mmmmmmm!” Beth Mewled loudly in ecstasy.

Beth crashed on top of Cassius, both breathing heavily, kissing. John could see they were both a hot, wet mess from their mixing sweat and other fluids. Cassius’ partially softening cock was still pumping in and out of his wife as she gently rocked her hips to match with him, a long, thick stream of his cum leaking down his shaft, leaving Beth’s womanhood frothy and sticky. John has seen enough and quietly moved away from the window and out of the bushes he was hiding behind. He quickly made his way home, putting the kids to bed. John came almost three times in a row after masturbating, thinking about what he just witnessed with his wife and her black friend Cassius, then fell asleep.

At 11:30pm, about two hours after John left Cassius’ window, Beth quietly walked into the room and went directly to their bathroom. John awoke to the sound of the shower being turned on. “Should I go in there and see the love marks Cassius made on her and confront her?” He thoughts to himself. John decided to stay in bed until she came out of the shower.

After Beth came out, he saw her put on some shorts and a t-shirt and she crawled into bed. “How was your Church group meeting? It went a little long didn’t it?” John asked groggily.

Silence lingered long enough that John was about to ask again when Beth said slowly, “Yeah… It WAS long and… it was probably one of our best meetings. I think I might start meeting with them every week now.”

John’s heart skipped a beat at that news as he started running a hand up her leg. Beth quickly shut that down saying how tired she was and that he should try with her in the morning. “Her usual excuse,” John thought.

Unable to sleep now with visions of Cassius fucking his wife, John waited until Beth was completely asleep before he slowly rolled up her shirt to observe firsthand the love marks Cassius left. He gently ran his fingers over the marks then stopped as his wife stirred. He then slowly move his hand up her shorts and underneath her plain old panties and immediately felt her well fucked swollen lips and thick gooey semen still oozing out of her.

Beth pushed his hand off of her and said sleepily “Leave me alone, I’m tired!”

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I was in my last year of college when I met Camile. She was a couple of years older than me, and was Nigerian, in Mumbai, India, doing an internship with a software company. We had met at a party and instantly clicked, and discussed subjects like politics, philosophy, literature etc.

But that was all eye wash. Both of us were together primarily because both of us stuck out. Camile is about 5’10, black (African, whatever you want to call her), with long, never ending legs, a nice butt and slightly small breasts. Coupled with her athletic frame, curly hair and her deep dark skin that looked like dark chocolate made her sizzling. Unfortunately, most Indians are a lot shorter (the average male height around here is about 5’8) and most people don’t really like darker women, least of all Black women.

As for me, I’m part Iranian, so I’m about 6’2, weighing around 100kg, and thanks to years of martial arts training, quite muscular. I had had other relationships in the past, but never with anyone from a different race. Even when I had first met her, I couldn’t help but wonder what she was like in bed, and I was hoping for the opportunity to sleep with her. But Camile, being a Catholic, had strict views about sex. In three dates, we had made out only twice, and then too, she had pushed my hand away, shyly. Either way, she was very hot.

Not all the people around her were thrilled either, most guys got jealous, and most of my friends thought there was something wrong with me, or treated me as if I were doing her a favour- and proving to the whole world that I’m not racist. Somehow, the simple reason that a guy can date a girl for being hot escaped them.

Either way, that is irrelevant to this story.

In India, we have a wet season known as the monsoons, lasting from June to September, when it pours pretty much all the time, especially in South India. However , it stays dry rest of the year, escort aksaray and so if it rains any other time, the city is unprepared and pretty much shuts down. That November, there was an unseasonal cloudburst that made my dreams come true.

On a Saturday afternoon, Camile and I went out to lunch, trying to have an intelligent conversation. Suddenly, it began to rain, and it became clear that this was no small unseasonal shower, but an oncoming flood. Already, the suburban railway had shut down, and the city was slowing down. We both got wet, and soon realized, there was no I way I could get home, at least for the next 12 hours or so. Thankfully, her place was nearby.

“You better come up, or you’ll catch a cold.”

“Camile, are you sure you want me to come up?”

“Yes. Better this than leaving you out in the rain. Come on up.”

We went back to her place, which was about five minutes away. Outside, a storm was coming in from the sea, with lightning, thunder and torrential rain lashing the city. We made our way up to her flat, which she shared with her colleagues, who were at work that day. It was comfortably furnished, and she left me in the living room, and went looking for a towel.

I couldn’t help but think of this as my opportunity. She went in to get me a towel and I stood up and took off my wet shirt, to reveal my muscular and hairy body. She came in, and looked startled at first, and tossed me a towel, and used another to start towelling her own hair. There was a deep sexual tension in the air, and she turned away from me, slowly, whilst talking.

“I thought it didn’t rain here in November. Isn’t this unseasonal?”

“Yes” I said.

“I hope it doesn’t rain next week, it’s my birthday.”

“Yeah, let’s hope so.” I said, and started walking towards her.

“Back home in Nigeria, it rains a little bit, you know, in this season. I was hoping it’ll be a bit dry, and we can like, go out…”

“Camile, escort şirinevler shut up.”

“What?”

I didn’t say anything. Instead I took her in my arms and kissed her. At first, she seemed surprised, and then her resolve softened, as she put her hand behind my head. Here, I continued to kiss her as my hands moved lower over her wet body, and I reached and grabbed her arse. She seemed to react surprised, but continued to kiss me. I lowered my hands a little bit more, and picked her up, right there. She responded by putting her legs around me, and holding me. I walked like that into an open bedroom, and dropped her gently on the bed.

She looked at me, with her pretty eyes, and seemed to only want to go ahead. I climbed on to the bed, and began to kiss her, on her lips, her neck, and began to go lower, while slowly helping her out of her clothes at the same time.

Her clothes, a kind of blouse had nothing underneath it, but her bra. She helped me take it off, and I started to kiss her, sucking in the stray droplets of water that had collected on her body. Her body was a curious mixture of smells, of the rain, of the mud, her perfume, and what seemed like the unique smell of her. I helped her take her jeans off, and stood up to take of mine, when she waited, and pulled me closer.

I put each slightly hard, very exited nipple into my mouth, and teased it, flicking it, slowly, she moaned, as I went lower, sucking each drop of water from her flat abdomen, and teasing her navel with my tongue, as I went lower, and pushed my hand into her panties. I felt her pussy lips, all wet by excitement, and slowly pushed in two fingers in. She gasped, and began to hump my hand, and it felt like she was nearly holding those fingers in place with her muscles. She moaned again, as I continued to tease her navel. She begged me to go lower, and lower.

I watched as she sexily raised her legs into the air, and began escort zeytinburnu to take off her panties over her wet, athletic, sexy, and womanly legs. I reached lower, and I saw that she had curly hair all over her body, and went lower into her dark bush.

I breathed, just breathed, onto her pussy for a second and she put her hand into my hair and pulled me closer into her bush. I took a quick taste of her pussy. It was something different than any other pussy I’d ever tasted. It was something quite tangy and remotely spicy. It tasted so good, that I didn’t want to leave her. She folded her legs on my head, and my ears got blocked out of all sound, due to her thighs, leaving me, only to go deeper and deeper, driving her crazier by the second.

She moaned loudly, and let me go.

“I want you inside me, right now! Get in!”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I pulled out a condom from my wallet and tore the packet open, and Camile helped me get it on. Again, she welcomed me in between her legs, and I positioned myself to the thing that I’d been fantasizing about for a very, very long time.

I entered her slowly at first, giving her time to expand for my large cock. She pulled me closer, so I dove in, harder. She moaned- the sexiest sound a woman can make- and asked me to go faster.

I rammed her harder than I could, driven onwards by the sexy sounds she made, and the smell of her. She moved in my rhythm, and for a minute, we were in sync. She clawed me harder, and I sucked on her earlobe, drinking in the flavours that made her body such a potent drug.

She arched her back, pulled me closer, and I felt a peculiar sensation- like that of someone milking my penis. I realized she was cumming and I couldn’t take it, as she moaned. It is the sexiest moan I have ever heard, that of a woman really enjoying herself. I couldn’t help it, I came just after her; the force of it driving me deeper into her. I came very hard, wondering whether the rubber would break. Thankfully, it didn’t.

As our orgasms faded, I rolled off her, on to her side. I looked at her for a second, and realized that this was probably the best sex I’d ever had in my life. I was steady with her for a month or so, before due to certain personal reasons, I broke up with her. She might be leaving India soon. Maybe I should go talk to her again!

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Terrell, my room-mate, had left to take his friend with benefits Scarlett back to one of the other residence halls after boffing her silly the previous night and again this morning.

I did some studying and Perez brought his three female friends over after lunch. We were talking with them and Perez told about what happened after they left the night before.

There was much laughing and giggling from the girls. They didn’t seem all that sympathetic to our plight, making fun of us and teasing us about “needing” to get laid.

The weather was decent and it was a pretty day outside. We decided to go visit Allerton Park and have a picnic dinner. It seemed a shame to spend the whole day on a Saturday studying, they told me.

We stopped at the Wal-Mart on the way out of town later in the afternoon to pick up some sandwiches and stuff for a picnic dinner.

I had to admit, it was a fun time. There was a lot of playful talk and Shonda was keen to hang close to me, holding my hand as often as not as we explored the park.

Shonda and the girls were all wearing snug jeans. I was especially enamored with Jennifer, the mixed girl who was easily the prettiest of the three. She had Tifani had the best bodies, both similar shaped at 5′ 6″. Tifani was probably about ten pounds heavier than Jenn, but still that was only maybe 120 pounds, if that. Tifani certainly dressed the most provocatively of the three, and was again today with a low-cut top that showed a lot of skin and her pink demi bra if she bent over in the least. Tifani had an awesome round black-girl ass that was nice and firm, judging by the couple of times she encouraged me to cop a feel.

The petite little Shonda was about 5′ 2″ or so, in shoes, and couldn’t have weighed 85 pounds. She was a skinny, dark-skinned black girl who was the introvert of the group. She also was pretty flat-chested, but that comes with the territory for super-skinny and tiny girls as often as not. She looked like she was about 14-years-old, not 18, but she had a cute face and short, naturally curly black-girl hair.

Shonda had a real crush on me and we found ourselves sitting alone on a concrete bench in one of the lavishly landscaped areas as the others were off exploring some section or another ahead of us. It was so pretty there, a nice fall day. The leaves were just beginning to turn on a few of the trees, birds chirping and there was a light breeze blowing through the trees. In short, it was beautiful and warm for the first Saturday in October.

Shona said “hey” softly and when I turned to look at her, she leaned in and kissed me square on the lips. It was almost like a spark ignited when our lips met. I returned the kiss, slipping my tongue past her lips and her tongue met mine eagerly. I was lightly caressing her back as we kissed, feelings of passion surging from our bodies touching.

When we broke the kiss she had quite the smile and a twinkle in her eye. “That was nice,” she said softly.

“Yes, I agree,” I said, pulling her closer still and initiating another kiss. I wanted more right then!

This time, it was even more intoxicating. Our tongues probed our partner’s mouths and our hands explored our partner’s bodies.

Our breathing became more excited as we both became aroused.

I felt a little braver so I cupped her little breast. She moaned her approval so I kept kissing her, and occasionally kissing back along her jawline to her neck. I reached back and ran my hand along her thigh up to her hip and back to her breast.

She had her hands all over my chest and arms. They briefly drifted down to my groin a couple of times.

I’d never kissed a black girl before and I was certainly thinking of Shonda in a whole new light. Before she was kind of like a young sister that was fun to flirt with. Now it was different. She obviously wanted to more than friendship.

I wanted to fuck her silly.

Tifani caught us making out and yelled out to the others. “They are over here making out!” she hollered to the others.

“Shonda, you’re gonna catch Cooties!” Tifani teased.

Shonda was embarrassed. I assured her all was okay and we walked out holding hands. The others playfully teased Shonda.

We ate dinner together, Shonda at my side of course. The sandwiches were good and the girls did a good job getting everything we needed down to the pudding cups for dessert. It was corny, but at the same time it was intimate and fun.

After dinner, George and the two other girls wandered off, I think to give Shonda and me some alone time. We went over to one of the buildings, went inside and up to the observation deck on the third floor and began making out up there while standing up.

I felt Shonda’s ass and it was tiny and firm. Under her shirt, I felt her bra-covered boobies and she just giggled. She felt my cock a short while later and her eyes got big. It was rock hard.

My hand slipped into her pants from behind. Her butt cheeks were cool, but her jeans were too tight for me to work my hand escort topkapı back far enough to get to her pussy. She was stroking my cock now and moaning as we kissed.

I put my hand between her legs over her jeans and she felt damp. She was groping my ass with her small hands.

We kept making out, groping and fondling. I thought she was going to unzip my pants and give me a blowjob but then the others came back. It was getting late. We had been making out up there for almost a half-hour and it seemed like just a couple of minutes had passed.

We gathered up our stuff and left the park just before dark.

Back at the dorm, it was getting to be about 9:00. All six of us were in our room watching TV as Terrell was home when we got back.

Shonda asked me to go for a walk with her.

We ended up in her dorm room, sitting on her bed. Talking lasted about two seconds and we were again making out. This time, I let my hands roam freely over her body after lightly caressing her. To my surprise, she guided my hand up under her shirt. Her bra was soon unclasped and I had an opportunity to fondle her little breasts. She was rubbing my cock which was hard as an iron bar.

She moaned, looking me in the eye and smiling. “Damn, you’re so hard already!”

“You turn me on, what can I say?” I grinned.

Shonda’s nipples were very hard and stood out. They were bigger than pencil erasers – easily a half-inch long. I delighted in rolling them between my thumb and fingers when I wasn’t flicking them under her shirt. While I was doing that, she was unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping them.

Soon, I decided to see how willing she was to close the deal. I helped her out of her shirt and suckled on her breasts for a bit before she laid back, leaving her tasty jeans-clad groin in front of my face. Her areolas were black and about the size of a dime. Her nipples stood almost a half-inch erect and she was excited.

“Oh yeah, baby. Nice little boobies!” I have no doubt I had a shit-eating grin.

“Thanks, baby. You like them?” she asked.

“Oh, hell yeah!” I moved up and kissed them.

Her pants were deliciously snug and they came down soon enough. Far from being shy about it, she eagerly helped shuck them when I began pulling them down.

She was wearing plain white, cotton panties. They were bikini cut, fit her like a second skin and fairly conservative. Her mons rose above her tummy like a small hill and I aimed to conquer it. I kissed my way up her legs and she spread them for me, wearing only a big grin aside from those panties.

The crotch of her panties was wet. I touched her between her legs and she purred happily like a content kitty cat. I moved to kiss on her pubic region but she put her hands out and said no.

I moved ahead anyway, pushing her hands away and kissed her mons softly a couple of times. I then worked my way back up her bare chest, stopping at her nipples, playfully nibbling on them while rubbing them.

We kissed again and she reached down and felt my rock-hard cock under my pants yet again. Her hands were small enough that my cock was a handful for her. We changed positions and she got on top after helping me take off my shirt.

She suckled on my nipples and I just moaned in appreciation. Looking down, I saw a pretty, young black girl. She was naked except for some sexy, bright white bikini panties.

“Girl, you are sexy as hell,” I said to her.

“Well, thank you. You’re pretty studly yourself!”

She moved on down and opened my pants, after a brief struggle with my belt, and pulled them off. She took off my socks as well and then returned between my legs. My cock was rock hard under my black boxers and there was a big wet spot on the front of them from pre-cum.

She smiled and slowly pulled my boxers down, revealing a raging hard-on. She looked at it then cautiously put it in her mouth and began sucking.

“Oh my. Nice,” she said, smiling.

“Why thank you.”

She was inexperienced at sucking dick, that much was pretty obvious.

“Oh, Shonda. That feels good!” I praised her. She was 18-years-old by about four days. Maybe she decided it was time.

“I can taste you,” she said with a grin. “I like it.”

She licked on my cock for a bit then sucked it like a Hoover. Clumsy, but arousing. I moaned and continued to praise her for making me feel good.

“I love doing this for you, John,” she said, before teasing me by licking me right under the head. “You can come whenever you want, baby.”

“Oh shit,” I moaned. She wasn’t just teasing.

She went back to sucking and it was heavenly. I felt myself getting closer and closer.

She must have sensed it and looked at me. She pulled back a moment, flashing me her pretty smile. “Ready?” she asked, tilting her head.

“I’m so close,” I moaned.

She looked back down at my cock right there in front of her. She stuck out her tongue and ran it lightly up my shaft. She escort güngören licked up the fresh pre-cum as she stroked my cock, almost milking out more pre-cum.

“I want more,” she said with a big grin.

She went back to sucking and jacking at the same time. It wasn’t real delicate, but she was on the right path.

“Oh, Shonda, baby. I’m going to pop.”

She moaned her approval and got her wish a few moments later. I felt my orgasm begin and groaned. The semen was on the way as I was well beyond the point of no return.

“Oh yeah, here it is!” I grunted just as the first squirt jetted out from my cock.

She slowed her head bobbing and moaned as the first shot of semen squirted into her mouth. She still stroked my cock and I felt her tongue swirling around my head as I was squirting. It felt heavenly and then some as I was light-headed when it was over.

Shonda did a good job and kept almost all of it in her mouth.

She sat up and so did I when it was over. Shonda leaned forward and opened her mouth and showed me the results. She had a mouthful of warm spunk. She let some of it run out of her mouth and sat back as it ran down her chin and dripped on her belly. She looked down and let more of it run out of her mouth and land on her right breast and then her left.

“Damn, that’s hot!” I said, probably drooling as I watched her trying to act sexy. She was, by and large, not doing too badly.

She looked at me, smiled and swallowed. “Ah, that tasted good. You like that?” She leaned over to me and kissed me, slipping her tongue past my lips. I think she thought I was going to be repulsed, but I returned the kiss.

“Well, duh. Of course, Shonda.”

“I saw it in a porn movie,” she grinned sheepishly.

“You did well.”

“You’re only the third guy I’ve ever done that for, so I’m sorry if I’m not very good,” Shonda said softly. She was obviously concerned that she wasn’t measuring up.

“You did very well!” I looked her in the eye. “You know, practice makes perfect,” I said, softly caressing her boobs.

She rolled her eyes at me and sighed. I leaned down and put my lips on her right nipple and nibbled on it lightly. She moaned.

I licked and kissed her breast, cleaning up some of the salty goo. More moans and smiles from Shonda when I glanced up.

I moved to her other breast and did the same. Her breathing was getting deeper as she was getting more and more aroused. My hand was on her other breast.

I slid myself down between her legs and kissed her crotch. She had already spread her legs for me so I sprinkled her vulva region with soft kisses and warm breath. More moans and some squirming. No hands telling me to stop this time, either.

“Oh yes,” she moaned. I hadn’t even gotten her panties off yet!

I kissed the insides of her thighs down towards her knees and back to her punani.

At this point, she took her own panties off, ahead of my initial plan to just push them aside.

My little Nubian princess’ pussy was completely shaven, a bit of a surprise to me as she was supposedly a virgin. It looked great.

“Honey, don’t just stare at it!” Shonda laughed, lifting her tiny hips off the bed and pushing her goodies closer to my face.

“Oops. Sorry. I was just admiring,” I grinned. “By the way, what happened to the shy, introverted Shonda I know?”

“You brought out the freaky Shonda. Now lick it, white boy!”

“Well, since you put it that way…” I grinned.

“That’s right!” Shonda squirmed herself up to the head of the bed and spread her legs extra wide for me. I kissed her bare mons a few times and worked my way down to her vulva, lightly kissing on that.

I could feel the sexual tension in Shonda’s body language. She was quickly getting close to an orgasm.

I heard something odd behind me. I didn’t think much about it as I was concentrating on Shonda’s lovely pussy. The door opened. Before I could react to what was happening, there was a white girl already about three steps into the room, obviously in a rush. She very much did a double take when she saw my naked form rising from between her between her room-mate’s legs.

“Oh my. I’m so sorry, Shonda. I need to grab this book and I’m outta here.”

She grabbed a book off her desk and turned to briskly walk out. “I’m gone!” she added. She locked the door behind her.

She was cute.

I turned back to Shonda and she was covering her midsection with a pillow. I laughed and she did too.

“I see how you are!” I teased her. “Leave my ass hanging out exposed.”

“You’re right,” she smiled. “I should have covered *you* up so she doesn’t get any ideas!”

I pulled the pillow away and admired Shonda’s nude form before leaning forward to kiss her. She coaxed me down on top her and rubbed her clit on my growing cock as she kissed me. It was rock hard before our interruption and with Shonda rubbing her wet pussy on it, it was fast returning to an erect escort beyoğlu state.

I kissed my way back down her body, teasing her as I went, and getting her mind back on enjoying my affections.

She was almost ready to bust by the time I was licking her slit and tasting her juices. I inserted my index finger in her and pressed against her hymen gently. She was so wet and tight as hell. Finally, I licked her clit lightly and she arched her back and cried out. “Oh sweet jesus yes!”

She whimpered as she squirmed around, her orgasmic bliss washing over her entire body. I kept licking it as best I could through her orgasm. Her hands were playing with her nipples as I ate her, no doubt sending intense feelings of pleasure to add to the ones I was giving her pussy.

“Oh John, that’s so good!”

I didn’t answer her other than to slow it down a bit, before working to bring her towards another climax. I pushed her clit and forth with my tongue. I knew she liked it – I could tell by her body language, but I stopped anyway. “Do you like that?” I asked, intentionally teasing her.

“Quit teasing me, John. Yes! I like that!”

Just the answer I was looking for. I went back and did it some more and she came again for me, her hips bucking like a bronco.

I worked her through yet another one before exploring her rosebud with my finger. Playing with it allowed me to rest my tongue a little while still keeping up the stimulation so Shonda was riding the ragged edge to more climaxes.

She came twice as I pressed against her rosebud as I ate her. The second time, her pitching her hips led to my finger sinking into her asshole. I hadn’t really planned to insert it that quickly, but it led to a big, extended orgasm for little Shonda.

“Did I find your orgasm button?” I asked her as she caught her breath from her most recent climax, my finger now up inside her asshole.

“Damn, John. I had no idea this could feel sooooo damn good!”

I resumed licking around her little clit and up her gash. She came again as I wriggled my finger around inside her bung hole. I could feel her sphincter tense up each time she climaxed. Between that, and feeling her sexy little ass and looking at her magnificent young body, I was stoked to fuck this girl.

I sat up and rubbed my cock up and down her slit and she put her hand out. “No, baby. I’m not ready yet.”

I pushed in a little further and she pushed me away. “No, John.”

Respecting her wishes, albeit disappointed, I slid beside her in the bed and began kissing her while fondling her ass.

She broke the kisses after a couple of minutes. “I think I owe you a few, so let me start to pay you back.”

She twirled herself around and got on top of my 69-style and began sucking my raging hard-on.

Looking up, I had a nice, close-up view of most of my favorite girl parts right there in front of my face. I licked, sucked and teased her ruthlessly. I pushed my index finger into her asshole while I pushed my tongue between the folds of her pussy lips.

“Oh oh oh!” I heard her moan as she stopped sucking and tensed up.

I pushed my pelvis up to give her the hint to keep sucking after she came down from her climax.

I stopped playing with her as I was about to pop. Shonda wasn’t so good at multi-tasking when she was about to climax.

Finally, I found my sweet release. I thrust up as I began to come and heard her gag as my cock probably went down her throat when she wasn’t expecting it.

That got me a messy conclusion as she stopped sucking as she was coughing.

Oh well. When I rolled her off and brought her up to me, she looked a little shaken. She had my goo on her face where I had squirted her was still recovering from getting gagged.

“Sorry about that, Shonda!”

“That’s okay. Comes with the territory I guess. Let me know before you do that next time, okay?” She had a meek smile.

“Okay, I promise. Are you sure I can’t talk you into making love?”

“John, you’re incredible. I’m not ready just yet, but I guarantee you that you’ll be the first to know when that changes.”

“Works for me, baby!”

We cleaned up and went back to my place, where we were treated to knowing looks and ruthless teasing from the other two girls and George. Shonda was back to her semi-introverted self and said little to deny the teasing that we were “getting busy”.

All I would say was, “I will neither confirm nor deny said vicious rumors.”

And that just made it worse – mostly for Shonda, who cuddled next to me until we walked the girls back to their dorm a half-hour later. That entire time, with her at my side, I was wishing I was back between Shonda’s legs.

We were all about to go to sleep, and I was thinking about earlier in the evening. Looking back, her “no” seemed quite soft. Kind of like a girl who wants something but doesn’t want people to know she wants it. I kind of wished I had just pushed into her and made love to her despite her mild demur.

George asked me what Shonda and I were doing while we were gone. “George, if you want to know, you’re going to have to ask her. I don’t kiss and tell.”

“But there was some kissing going on?”

“I won’t deny that.”

“So you do kiss and tell!”

I sighed. “She’s still a virgin.”

“Sorry man,” Terrell laughed. George laughed too.

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