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Mother had always told you not to stray down dark alleyways. You,
Grace, know you should listen, but the lure of the forbidden always
tempts. In this case it is merely a shortcut to an after work event.
You have lived in the city for many years and is now used to the
environment, actually having tuned out the inherent dangers as many
younger people do. As a nineteen year old young woman, you are
frightfully and obliviously deep into the alley.
Thus it is, when my large hand clamps over your mouth as my arm wraps
around your waist. This traps your arms against your sides so that you
are completely surprised. As if you weighed nothing, you are lifted
and carried into the darkened building. Its opened door looks out into
the filthy alley where you had been walking. As you are being carried,
my hand attached to the strong arm around you shifts up and gropes
your ample breast through your clothes. Grace, you, panic and begin to
kick. The man (myself) carrying you does not seem to notice. My
fingers pick out your nipple through your shirt and bra, lightly
pinching, pulling and rolling it.
You suck air in through your nostrils. The stink of the environment
infiltrates your nose, filling you with revulsion. Your heart pounds
in your chest, fear coursing throughout your being. The way I fondle
you, you are certain I intend to use you sexually, possibly r****g
you. You have only slept with a few men. Nothing intense had ever
occurred.
Carrying you into another room and down some stairs, I take you below
street level, through a long passage and finally into a large room. It
is a boiler room, the chill of the early spring air and the chilled
damp of being underground is replaced here with an almost oppressive
heat. The door closes with a solid thud. The hand leaves your mouth
only to lock the door with a loud click. Immediately you scream.
When you run out of breath, you hear a sensual voice in your ear,
"Scream all you want, girlie, no one can hear you from here. Besides,
I like it."
As I drop you, you land on your feet and stumble forward. You glance
around. A single bare light bulb illuminates the room, casting stark
shadows behind every small object. The boiler and piping occupy one
side of the room. A small desk and chair reside near the door. A well
used mattress, not apparently filthy or vermin ridden as you half
expect is placed in the corner with several pillows and blankets
covering it. In another corner are some cleaning supplies for a
janitor. Suddenly rushing over, you grab a broom. Holding it like a
baseball bat, you pivot and glare at your assailant.
I am a fit Black Man, once obviously an athlete, now a slighter
version of my former self. My toned chest is tight under my shirt
revealing my musculature. The hair on my head is still dark. I wear
paint stained Dickies with dark trainers and a Pretty Girls Make
Graves tee.
Swinging at me with the broom does not even cause me to move aside. It
impacts on my upper arm with a dull thud. "Ow", I say with absolutely
no inflection in my voice. It is almost mocking. My firm hand rapidly
lashes out, gripping the broom handle and wrenches it from your
unsteady hands.
Attempting to run around me to get to the door, you do not run far
enough around. My hand latches onto your left arm, dragging you to me.
Holding you up, I look you over. A grin splits my dark face as I
taunt, "You will make a nice little fuck doll. Take your clothes off."
My speech is accented with a slight southern drawl.
"No. Please let me go, I won't tell!", you beg.
"No, you are mine now. I am gonna use you something fierce! Do not
worry, I will not hurt you though."
My hand clasps the bottom of your shirt, yanking it up. Though you
struggled, my strength is too great. Quickly you are stripped of your
shirt, leaving you in your bra, leggins and shoes. Pushing my long,
nimble fingers under the top of your bra, I grab one cup. Using my
grip and the strength of my fingers only, I break the cloth joining
the two cups together. The other cup springs free, exposing your
creamy 44D breast. Spinning you, I lower the bra, dragging it down
your arms. Your last long term boyfriend never treated you like this,
he was always considerate and kind, stopping when before you said no
or go...something about this is almost enjoyable.
My fingers squeeze your round breasts, the nipples hardening despite
the heat. Holding your breast in one hand, I slip an arm behind your
back, supporting you as I bent you backwards. My grin widens as I lean
down. My mouth opens further, allowing me to orally engulf an entire
breast while my hand slides down to your plump stomach.
My cheeks hollow as I apply suction to your tit. You could feel it, it
is...strange. Then my tongue flicks across your rigid nipple, toying
with the erect nub of flesh. You gasp. This was not suppose to feel
good. Putting your hands on my strong shoulders, you push futilely. My
mouth is playing with your firm young breast. My tongue pushes down
and twirls around on it as I continue sucking with my entire mouth.
Then slowly, in vast contrast to the sensations you have already been
experiencing, I bring my jaws together, rasping my teeth over your
pale, white skin. Slowly, you watch in morbid fascination as my lips
release the mound of flesh. Gradually, your areola becomes visible as
my teeth and lips enclose around your nipple. I suckle it, almost
painfully. Then my teeth bite down firmly, but not enough to break
skin.
"NO! Please that hurts!" It does hurt, but not as much as you let on.
This is new. Your ex boyfriend would have never bitten. This is
very...erotic. I tug at your skin, my teeth really tugging and
stretching the nipple. A bolt of pleasure runs through you. "No" you
cry out, less persuasively. I let go to nibble around the underside of
your full breast while a roaming hand rolls an erect nipple between
two full fingers.
A tear flows down from the corner of your brilliant blue eye. The good
girl that still maintains control of your actions and mind screams
silently in protest as the body is slowly, almost lovingly, defiled.
You want this sexual awakening virginity to go with someone you
lovingly submit to, not to a r****t.
With my lips, I take your other nipple in and pull, distending it
further than you think it could go. Then I move, gently kissing my way
over your chest. I kiss your shoulders, my lips part while briefly
sucking and nibbling the skin there. With excruciating patience, I
drift to your neck and kiss your bare, alabaster skin. Slowly your
breathing increases as your arousal, unwilling though it is, grows.
Your hands shift to my chest, continuing to push me away. "Please,"
you murmur, "no." Your heart rate heightens under the tender kisses.
Meanwhile my roaming hand travels down your torso and over your
leggins, forcing itself between your thighs. There it rubs at your
pouting pussy through your clothes. The materials create an oddly
detached sensation of your lips and clitoris being rubbed. You try to
shut your legs, but my hand is already there. "No!" you utter a cry
quietly. You squirm and wriggle, trying to escape from my solid grasp.
My face goes back to your heavy breasts, again clasping a nipple
between lips and teeth. I bite just hard enough to make my point You
yelp out in pain. I smile, my white teeth show my grip on your nipple.
I sadistically laugh with it clench in my teeth.
"Take this as a warning girl, this pain is nothing compared to what
you will get if you keep up."
"Ok, ok, please don't hurt me." Maybe it will be better to cooperate
for now. You could look for a chance to escape when I am more
distracted.
My searching hand, the one rubbing your crotch, slides up and begins
lowering your leggins. With an almost sinister "riiiiiiiiiiiip" your
leggins are pulled down. Now I start the process of relieving you of
your torn leggins.
I drag the material down, the leggins bunching around your knees. As I
continue pulling, the cloth sc****s along your thick legs. I drag the
leggins over your trainers where they are caught firmly. Gazing down
at your enticing legs, I smile at the lack of panties covering your
most private areas. After rising, I, in one smooth move, pull my shirt
over my head. Despite being slight, I am well muscled. I have not
quite gone to pot. My frame has a little bit of fat that comes from
not working out, but my musculature is obviously still well intact.
Watching me, with your heart thunderously pounding in your chest, your
breasts heaving with the exertion of your struggle. You know it would
take longer for you to work your leggins off or back on than it would
take me to be on you. Your large breast bears the red marks from my
teething. That hurt, even though I had not really exerted any force.
Kicking my trainers off and with my foot toss them across the room. I
tower over you, sweat starting to bead on my body. I unbutton my
pants, slide them down and pull my feet from them.
Your eyes widen. The bulge caused by my member is more than
impressive, it is almost frightening, as is the pre cum on the tip of
my semi erect dick. Reaching down, into your inverted leggins and
remove your shoes from your feet. These too, fly across the room,
joining mine over by the door. Almost gently, with one hand, I finish
removing your leggins. The blue material slips off your legs and feet.
You are left there wearing only ankle socks. Casually, I toss the
leggins across the room.
A single tear rolls from the corner of your eye as your legs are
spread as I ease in between them. Slowly I lower myself down. My warm,
sweaty skin contacting your own cool, pale skin. You are like a c***d
beneath me. My face approaches yours, my big wide nose traces its way
over the side of your face. I inhale deeply as my nose makes its way
into your strawberry blonde hair. My full lips suck in your earlobe
between them and gently suck. All the while, my massive member is
rubbing your pussy. It feels good. You are ashamed. I have completely
cowed you and do not even need to hold you down or pin your hands. You
have submitted.
My lips move to your neck and suck. Slowly sliding down to your
shoulder, I hit a spot that sends shivers through your body. Sensing
your pleasure, I slurp at that point again, grinding my hard dick into
your mound at the same time. Letting out a small gasp, you are
becoming aroused and can not stop it. Your vagina is becoming wet,
your own lubrication beginning to seep out. Another tear rolls down
your face as the reality of your situation comes raging home. You are
going to be used, possibly ****d.... sexually taken, with or without
your consent. And you are going to physically enjoy it.
Your hands moves to my chest as though to push me away. I am far to
heavy for you to reposition. To me, your efforts are little more than
a pleasurable massage. Your body temperature rises slightly. Your
heart rate increases while my own body temperature invades your body
and your arousal climbs. My own member is getting harder and my
grinding more insistent. Your body sighs with the pleasure as your
mind reels.
Picking myself off of you, I stand. My dick hangs low, partially hard.
My meat and heavy balls are unadorned by any black kinky and curly
pubic hair. Kneel down over you again, the tip of my member lightly
brushing your leg. My hand reaches out, and almost tenderly, wipes
away the tears that have escaped your eyes. My hand moves to your
mouth licking the salty tears from my fingers.
I sigh in satisfaction, looking over my prize. You lay there quietly,
chest rising and falling with each breath. Taking in the sight of your
breasts and your erect nipples. My eyes slide down your body,
calculating my intent with each inch of skin. You feel dirty. My gaze
is as m*****ing as my hands and mouth have been. And as my dick would
soon be. Finally, they come to rest upon your thighs. A wide grin
splits my dark face.
"You wet, girl! You gonna enjoy this!" I laugh at you, deepening your
shame and humiliation. Imperceptibly, your nipples harden just the
slightest bit more and another trickle of fluids escapes your fuck
flower. Goosebumps rise on your flesh as I announces your secret.
The big hands glide under your beautiful buttocks. Submissively, you
raise your legs for me. I inhale your fragrance. My tongue darts to
the crotch and slides over the moisture she has deposited there.
"Mmmm, smells good, tastes better." I laughs again. Tossing your cares
aside, you enjoy my eyes traveling back down to the junction of your
thighs. My eyebrows lift.
"No hair! You shave or you have not go any yet?"
"I don't have any." You meekly reply.
My hand plunges in between your legs and my fingers run over your
lips, parting them slightly and becoming coated with your juices. I
trace it up over your bare and smooth mound, rubbing it with four
fingers as my thumb grinds into your swollen clitoris. Pleasure
courses through your young beautiful body. Biting your lip, you do not
want to enjoy this, but a whimper of pleasure escapes you. Smiling
again, my thumb massages the lump of flesh, the cluster of nerves that
are so sensitive and provides so much pleasure. Your breathing
intensifies and your lip slips from between your teeth as I force you
closer to an orgasm.
But just as easily I withdraw my hand. Leaning forward, my frame
covers you again. The head of my manhood trails pre-cum, oozing from
the tip, across your stomach. The shaft slides against your labium
lips, the juice from your unfaithful pussy glazing the underside of
that piece of meat. This allows it to slip almost effortlessly across
your pussy and clitoris. Resuming grinding his now firming prick
against your unclothed and unprotected vagina. Your clitoris, hard and
sensitive reacts as I expected. Sensations, beautiful and wondrous
sensations shoot throughout your body. The epicenter is your clitoris.
The pleasure, which in no way has even begun to subside, launches
itself against you with a vengeance. Starting to come, your throat
issues forth small, weak mewling noises that you strive to restrain.
Unsuccessfully, against your will, and yet almost on their own, your
legs part further and elevate up slightly. Almost as if they are
inviting this stranger to shove this baby making dick into your
fertile, drooling cunt. Your hands leap to my strong arms, holding on
as the full force of the climax crashes against you. At last you cry
out, emptying your lungs in a chorus of incoherent pleasure.
Meanwhile, the gyrating pressure of my solid shaft against your pelvis
performs as a makeshift pump, pushing more pre-cum from my prick. Your
pale plump tummy is coated with the obscene substance, as is the head
of the offending member.
Sitting back on my knees, I smile at you. "Told you." I exclaim. You
nod your acknowledgement. Standing and then bending down, I grasp your
wavy hair, forcing you to your knees. You move rapidly and experience
only slight discomfort, yet the control I exert over you intoxicates.
Relocating in front of you, you come to look directly at my throbbing
tool. Long, thick, full of veins, the big, dark phallus is messy. The
head is coated with my oozing juices while the underside of the shaft
is slick with your lubrication. Almost distantly, as if you were only
observing, you hear me say, "Suck it, like a lollipop."
Your eyes widen at the command. Staring at the monster, you notice the
big, black glistening member seems to stare back with its single
squinting eye. Your small hand trembles, moving up and grasps the
shaft. Your fingers barely make it all the way around the dark piece
of meat. Your moist, blue eyes glance up at the man that stands over
you, as if to beg to be excused from this task. You receive nothing,
but a smile and a nod, as if to say, "Go ahead". Blinking, you squeeze
another tear from your eyes.
You grasp at the base as firmly as you could. In your hand you feel it
throbbing. My strong, healthy pulse echoes through your hand as it
continues to increase in size and stiffness. Distantly, you wonder if
it is going to hurt when I put it in. You know I am going to, I did
tell you.
Tentatively, you lean in with your mouth open, ready to accept the
manhood into your soft mouth. Apparently, you are not moving quick
enough. My firm hands grasp your head, entwining themselves in your
wavy hair. I then propel my slick dick into your mouth. Unprepared for
the assault, you meekly submit as I began fucking your mouth. Opening
as wide as possible, but you still feel it seems too thick. Feeling
the skin drag along your teeth, you observe that apparently this does
not bother me as I continue to pump myself into your face, gradually
feeding more of myself into the you.
You could taste my precum, slightly salty. There is another flavour
there as well. You are not certain what it is at first. Then you
realise that it is your own vaginal juices that have coated the
underside of my member. Becoming more aggressive in feeding dick to
you, I soon feel certain you feel the head hitting the back of your
throat. Your hand still holds the base and in addition there is still
some real-estate between your hand and lips. It is enormous.
I pump your face for what appears to be an eternity while you content
yourself with gasping for breath through your nose on every
backstroke. I create small grunting noises and occasionally mutter
something under your breath as my large black pole plunges into your
pale face repeatedly. Finally though, I retrieve myself from your
mouth. My dick is well coated with saliva.
"I considered juicing all over your face and making swallow, but
decided that you need it inside your pussy. You gonna have my baby!" I
laugh as I declare this. Your heart sinks. I plan on using you,
probably keeping you until I make you pregnant as well. I push you
back down and grab your thick legs, one in each hand. Each of my hands
completely encircles one of your thighs. Spreading your smooth legs, I
lean down, positioning my face at your pussy.
My big pink tongue darts from my mouth and slips between the folds of
your tight cunt...
Grace, know you should listen, but the lure of the forbidden always
tempts. In this case it is merely a shortcut to an after work event.
You have lived in the city for many years and is now used to the
environment, actually having tuned out the inherent dangers as many
younger people do. As a nineteen year old young woman, you are
frightfully and obliviously deep into the alley.
Thus it is, when my large hand clamps over your mouth as my arm wraps
around your waist. This traps your arms against your sides so that you
are completely surprised. As if you weighed nothing, you are lifted
and carried into the darkened building. Its opened door looks out into
the filthy alley where you had been walking. As you are being carried,
my hand attached to the strong arm around you shifts up and gropes
your ample breast through your clothes. Grace, you, panic and begin to
kick. The man (myself) carrying you does not seem to notice. My
fingers pick out your nipple through your shirt and bra, lightly
pinching, pulling and rolling it.
You suck air in through your nostrils. The stink of the environment
infiltrates your nose, filling you with revulsion. Your heart pounds
in your chest, fear coursing throughout your being. The way I fondle
you, you are certain I intend to use you sexually, possibly r****g
you. You have only slept with a few men. Nothing intense had ever
occurred.
Carrying you into another room and down some stairs, I take you below
street level, through a long passage and finally into a large room. It
is a boiler room, the chill of the early spring air and the chilled
damp of being underground is replaced here with an almost oppressive
heat. The door closes with a solid thud. The hand leaves your mouth
only to lock the door with a loud click. Immediately you scream.
When you run out of breath, you hear a sensual voice in your ear,
"Scream all you want, girlie, no one can hear you from here. Besides,
I like it."
As I drop you, you land on your feet and stumble forward. You glance
around. A single bare light bulb illuminates the room, casting stark
shadows behind every small object. The boiler and piping occupy one
side of the room. A small desk and chair reside near the door. A well
used mattress, not apparently filthy or vermin ridden as you half
expect is placed in the corner with several pillows and blankets
covering it. In another corner are some cleaning supplies for a
janitor. Suddenly rushing over, you grab a broom. Holding it like a
baseball bat, you pivot and glare at your assailant.
I am a fit Black Man, once obviously an athlete, now a slighter
version of my former self. My toned chest is tight under my shirt
revealing my musculature. The hair on my head is still dark. I wear
paint stained Dickies with dark trainers and a Pretty Girls Make
Graves tee.
Swinging at me with the broom does not even cause me to move aside. It
impacts on my upper arm with a dull thud. "Ow", I say with absolutely
no inflection in my voice. It is almost mocking. My firm hand rapidly
lashes out, gripping the broom handle and wrenches it from your
unsteady hands.
Attempting to run around me to get to the door, you do not run far
enough around. My hand latches onto your left arm, dragging you to me.
Holding you up, I look you over. A grin splits my dark face as I
taunt, "You will make a nice little fuck doll. Take your clothes off."
My speech is accented with a slight southern drawl.
"No. Please let me go, I won't tell!", you beg.
"No, you are mine now. I am gonna use you something fierce! Do not
worry, I will not hurt you though."
My hand clasps the bottom of your shirt, yanking it up. Though you
struggled, my strength is too great. Quickly you are stripped of your
shirt, leaving you in your bra, leggins and shoes. Pushing my long,
nimble fingers under the top of your bra, I grab one cup. Using my
grip and the strength of my fingers only, I break the cloth joining
the two cups together. The other cup springs free, exposing your
creamy 44D breast. Spinning you, I lower the bra, dragging it down
your arms. Your last long term boyfriend never treated you like this,
he was always considerate and kind, stopping when before you said no
or go...something about this is almost enjoyable.
My fingers squeeze your round breasts, the nipples hardening despite
the heat. Holding your breast in one hand, I slip an arm behind your
back, supporting you as I bent you backwards. My grin widens as I lean
down. My mouth opens further, allowing me to orally engulf an entire
breast while my hand slides down to your plump stomach.
My cheeks hollow as I apply suction to your tit. You could feel it, it
is...strange. Then my tongue flicks across your rigid nipple, toying
with the erect nub of flesh. You gasp. This was not suppose to feel
good. Putting your hands on my strong shoulders, you push futilely. My
mouth is playing with your firm young breast. My tongue pushes down
and twirls around on it as I continue sucking with my entire mouth.
Then slowly, in vast contrast to the sensations you have already been
experiencing, I bring my jaws together, rasping my teeth over your
pale, white skin. Slowly, you watch in morbid fascination as my lips
release the mound of flesh. Gradually, your areola becomes visible as
my teeth and lips enclose around your nipple. I suckle it, almost
painfully. Then my teeth bite down firmly, but not enough to break
skin.
"NO! Please that hurts!" It does hurt, but not as much as you let on.
This is new. Your ex boyfriend would have never bitten. This is
very...erotic. I tug at your skin, my teeth really tugging and
stretching the nipple. A bolt of pleasure runs through you. "No" you
cry out, less persuasively. I let go to nibble around the underside of
your full breast while a roaming hand rolls an erect nipple between
two full fingers.
A tear flows down from the corner of your brilliant blue eye. The good
girl that still maintains control of your actions and mind screams
silently in protest as the body is slowly, almost lovingly, defiled.
You want this sexual awakening virginity to go with someone you
lovingly submit to, not to a r****t.
With my lips, I take your other nipple in and pull, distending it
further than you think it could go. Then I move, gently kissing my way
over your chest. I kiss your shoulders, my lips part while briefly
sucking and nibbling the skin there. With excruciating patience, I
drift to your neck and kiss your bare, alabaster skin. Slowly your
breathing increases as your arousal, unwilling though it is, grows.
Your hands shift to my chest, continuing to push me away. "Please,"
you murmur, "no." Your heart rate heightens under the tender kisses.
Meanwhile my roaming hand travels down your torso and over your
leggins, forcing itself between your thighs. There it rubs at your
pouting pussy through your clothes. The materials create an oddly
detached sensation of your lips and clitoris being rubbed. You try to
shut your legs, but my hand is already there. "No!" you utter a cry
quietly. You squirm and wriggle, trying to escape from my solid grasp.
My face goes back to your heavy breasts, again clasping a nipple
between lips and teeth. I bite just hard enough to make my point You
yelp out in pain. I smile, my white teeth show my grip on your nipple.
I sadistically laugh with it clench in my teeth.
"Take this as a warning girl, this pain is nothing compared to what
you will get if you keep up."
"Ok, ok, please don't hurt me." Maybe it will be better to cooperate
for now. You could look for a chance to escape when I am more
distracted.
My searching hand, the one rubbing your crotch, slides up and begins
lowering your leggins. With an almost sinister "riiiiiiiiiiiip" your
leggins are pulled down. Now I start the process of relieving you of
your torn leggins.
I drag the material down, the leggins bunching around your knees. As I
continue pulling, the cloth sc****s along your thick legs. I drag the
leggins over your trainers where they are caught firmly. Gazing down
at your enticing legs, I smile at the lack of panties covering your
most private areas. After rising, I, in one smooth move, pull my shirt
over my head. Despite being slight, I am well muscled. I have not
quite gone to pot. My frame has a little bit of fat that comes from
not working out, but my musculature is obviously still well intact.
Watching me, with your heart thunderously pounding in your chest, your
breasts heaving with the exertion of your struggle. You know it would
take longer for you to work your leggins off or back on than it would
take me to be on you. Your large breast bears the red marks from my
teething. That hurt, even though I had not really exerted any force.
Kicking my trainers off and with my foot toss them across the room. I
tower over you, sweat starting to bead on my body. I unbutton my
pants, slide them down and pull my feet from them.
Your eyes widen. The bulge caused by my member is more than
impressive, it is almost frightening, as is the pre cum on the tip of
my semi erect dick. Reaching down, into your inverted leggins and
remove your shoes from your feet. These too, fly across the room,
joining mine over by the door. Almost gently, with one hand, I finish
removing your leggins. The blue material slips off your legs and feet.
You are left there wearing only ankle socks. Casually, I toss the
leggins across the room.
A single tear rolls from the corner of your eye as your legs are
spread as I ease in between them. Slowly I lower myself down. My warm,
sweaty skin contacting your own cool, pale skin. You are like a c***d
beneath me. My face approaches yours, my big wide nose traces its way
over the side of your face. I inhale deeply as my nose makes its way
into your strawberry blonde hair. My full lips suck in your earlobe
between them and gently suck. All the while, my massive member is
rubbing your pussy. It feels good. You are ashamed. I have completely
cowed you and do not even need to hold you down or pin your hands. You
have submitted.
My lips move to your neck and suck. Slowly sliding down to your
shoulder, I hit a spot that sends shivers through your body. Sensing
your pleasure, I slurp at that point again, grinding my hard dick into
your mound at the same time. Letting out a small gasp, you are
becoming aroused and can not stop it. Your vagina is becoming wet,
your own lubrication beginning to seep out. Another tear rolls down
your face as the reality of your situation comes raging home. You are
going to be used, possibly ****d.... sexually taken, with or without
your consent. And you are going to physically enjoy it.
Your hands moves to my chest as though to push me away. I am far to
heavy for you to reposition. To me, your efforts are little more than
a pleasurable massage. Your body temperature rises slightly. Your
heart rate increases while my own body temperature invades your body
and your arousal climbs. My own member is getting harder and my
grinding more insistent. Your body sighs with the pleasure as your
mind reels.
Picking myself off of you, I stand. My dick hangs low, partially hard.
My meat and heavy balls are unadorned by any black kinky and curly
pubic hair. Kneel down over you again, the tip of my member lightly
brushing your leg. My hand reaches out, and almost tenderly, wipes
away the tears that have escaped your eyes. My hand moves to your
mouth licking the salty tears from my fingers.
I sigh in satisfaction, looking over my prize. You lay there quietly,
chest rising and falling with each breath. Taking in the sight of your
breasts and your erect nipples. My eyes slide down your body,
calculating my intent with each inch of skin. You feel dirty. My gaze
is as m*****ing as my hands and mouth have been. And as my dick would
soon be. Finally, they come to rest upon your thighs. A wide grin
splits my dark face.
"You wet, girl! You gonna enjoy this!" I laugh at you, deepening your
shame and humiliation. Imperceptibly, your nipples harden just the
slightest bit more and another trickle of fluids escapes your fuck
flower. Goosebumps rise on your flesh as I announces your secret.
The big hands glide under your beautiful buttocks. Submissively, you
raise your legs for me. I inhale your fragrance. My tongue darts to
the crotch and slides over the moisture she has deposited there.
"Mmmm, smells good, tastes better." I laughs again. Tossing your cares
aside, you enjoy my eyes traveling back down to the junction of your
thighs. My eyebrows lift.
"No hair! You shave or you have not go any yet?"
"I don't have any." You meekly reply.
My hand plunges in between your legs and my fingers run over your
lips, parting them slightly and becoming coated with your juices. I
trace it up over your bare and smooth mound, rubbing it with four
fingers as my thumb grinds into your swollen clitoris. Pleasure
courses through your young beautiful body. Biting your lip, you do not
want to enjoy this, but a whimper of pleasure escapes you. Smiling
again, my thumb massages the lump of flesh, the cluster of nerves that
are so sensitive and provides so much pleasure. Your breathing
intensifies and your lip slips from between your teeth as I force you
closer to an orgasm.
But just as easily I withdraw my hand. Leaning forward, my frame
covers you again. The head of my manhood trails pre-cum, oozing from
the tip, across your stomach. The shaft slides against your labium
lips, the juice from your unfaithful pussy glazing the underside of
that piece of meat. This allows it to slip almost effortlessly across
your pussy and clitoris. Resuming grinding his now firming prick
against your unclothed and unprotected vagina. Your clitoris, hard and
sensitive reacts as I expected. Sensations, beautiful and wondrous
sensations shoot throughout your body. The epicenter is your clitoris.
The pleasure, which in no way has even begun to subside, launches
itself against you with a vengeance. Starting to come, your throat
issues forth small, weak mewling noises that you strive to restrain.
Unsuccessfully, against your will, and yet almost on their own, your
legs part further and elevate up slightly. Almost as if they are
inviting this stranger to shove this baby making dick into your
fertile, drooling cunt. Your hands leap to my strong arms, holding on
as the full force of the climax crashes against you. At last you cry
out, emptying your lungs in a chorus of incoherent pleasure.
Meanwhile, the gyrating pressure of my solid shaft against your pelvis
performs as a makeshift pump, pushing more pre-cum from my prick. Your
pale plump tummy is coated with the obscene substance, as is the head
of the offending member.
Sitting back on my knees, I smile at you. "Told you." I exclaim. You
nod your acknowledgement. Standing and then bending down, I grasp your
wavy hair, forcing you to your knees. You move rapidly and experience
only slight discomfort, yet the control I exert over you intoxicates.
Relocating in front of you, you come to look directly at my throbbing
tool. Long, thick, full of veins, the big, dark phallus is messy. The
head is coated with my oozing juices while the underside of the shaft
is slick with your lubrication. Almost distantly, as if you were only
observing, you hear me say, "Suck it, like a lollipop."
Your eyes widen at the command. Staring at the monster, you notice the
big, black glistening member seems to stare back with its single
squinting eye. Your small hand trembles, moving up and grasps the
shaft. Your fingers barely make it all the way around the dark piece
of meat. Your moist, blue eyes glance up at the man that stands over
you, as if to beg to be excused from this task. You receive nothing,
but a smile and a nod, as if to say, "Go ahead". Blinking, you squeeze
another tear from your eyes.
You grasp at the base as firmly as you could. In your hand you feel it
throbbing. My strong, healthy pulse echoes through your hand as it
continues to increase in size and stiffness. Distantly, you wonder if
it is going to hurt when I put it in. You know I am going to, I did
tell you.
Tentatively, you lean in with your mouth open, ready to accept the
manhood into your soft mouth. Apparently, you are not moving quick
enough. My firm hands grasp your head, entwining themselves in your
wavy hair. I then propel my slick dick into your mouth. Unprepared for
the assault, you meekly submit as I began fucking your mouth. Opening
as wide as possible, but you still feel it seems too thick. Feeling
the skin drag along your teeth, you observe that apparently this does
not bother me as I continue to pump myself into your face, gradually
feeding more of myself into the you.
You could taste my precum, slightly salty. There is another flavour
there as well. You are not certain what it is at first. Then you
realise that it is your own vaginal juices that have coated the
underside of my member. Becoming more aggressive in feeding dick to
you, I soon feel certain you feel the head hitting the back of your
throat. Your hand still holds the base and in addition there is still
some real-estate between your hand and lips. It is enormous.
I pump your face for what appears to be an eternity while you content
yourself with gasping for breath through your nose on every
backstroke. I create small grunting noises and occasionally mutter
something under your breath as my large black pole plunges into your
pale face repeatedly. Finally though, I retrieve myself from your
mouth. My dick is well coated with saliva.
"I considered juicing all over your face and making swallow, but
decided that you need it inside your pussy. You gonna have my baby!" I
laugh as I declare this. Your heart sinks. I plan on using you,
probably keeping you until I make you pregnant as well. I push you
back down and grab your thick legs, one in each hand. Each of my hands
completely encircles one of your thighs. Spreading your smooth legs, I
lean down, positioning my face at your pussy.
My big pink tongue darts from my mouth and slips between the folds of
your tight cunt...
Blaze
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