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My mind was primed for sex, so I wrote another story, but left it unfinished until after I met Jason. He was going to be my inspiration for a juicy ‘First Time Blacked’ plot. A true life fuck was going to be easier to write. I’m sure George would appreciate a detailed story of his wife being fucked all day. Wednesday finally arrived. I took a long shower and made amateur sure my pussy was shaved and smooth. I gave myself a long deep enema and then stretched my ass in anticipation of anal sex with my black dildo. God, it felt good and I knew Jason’s cock would also feel even better sliding deep into my bowels. I picked a very light white halter dress and dispensed with the panties and bra. I wanted him to see my fuckable body through the translucent material. I wanted him to have an instant erection, ready for my spread legs. I was startled when the door bell rang and jumped up from the couch. My legs were like rubber and I almost fell rushing to the front door. There was Marie with a smile on her face and she whispered, “Nice dress, a guaranteed fuck.” I looked beyond her and saw the most gorgeous black man in my life. Now my legs were unstable and I had to lean against the door jamb. I watched his dreamy eyes as he examined my body like he was scanning me. His eyes lingered on my breasts and then down to my pussy where they seemed to be glued to his trophy. I noticed that his cock was hard and straining against the zipper on his pants. My juices were flowing heavy and running down the inside of my thighs. His hands went to my hips as he steadied me and helped teen my toward the couch. The hem of my dress rode high as I sat and I knew he could see my bare pussy as I watched his tongue swiping his lips. Marie said, “You guys introduce Webcams your selves and I will get us all something to drink. I know Jason likes a beer and you and I will have some wine.” She left for the kitchen as my eyes were riveted on his crotch, marveling over the outline of his summer sausage. I felt my mouth drooling as I finally looked up to his face and saw his eyes focusing on my pussy as I allowed my legs to part for a better view. Not a word was said between us as Marie entered with our drinks. Jason had placed his hand on my inner thigh within an inch of my wet vaginal opening. I had my hand on his thigh, and directly feeling his hard erection. Marie sat our drinks on the table and sat on the over stuffed chair facing the couch. She started to moan when she saw Jason’s fingers rubbing my clit as my body pushed back against the couch cushions and my legs spread wide to welcome his access. I toweled her dry and placed Webcams a ramp behind her back to elevate her so her orifices would drain. "How much?" he asked, knowing he would pay whatever she asked. “Why can’t we all stay? Im almost there… almost…. I swear the horse amateur laughed. Manya removed her wet lips from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say. I thanked him, putting another tip in his pocket. I remembered what it was like when my mom would take me shopping with her. I hoped he would have fun with them both. I giggled, “Do you want me to go change?” You! But that didn’t stop me from pondering what her possible response would be if she even gave one. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. I just needed to stand up and brush past them. If any of the guys hadn’t seen our wet pussies by then they had a great view as we spread our legs and leaned back on our elbows to watch them and the bulges in the front of their shorts. You wanna smoke up with me sometime?" One of them was a black guy and as soon as the first one pulled out the black kid stepped up and shoved right into the mess the first had left. His large and thick tongue allowed him to get all the right spots with every lap. I looked over at Jen and saw her smiling at me. “You are such a handsome man, Steve. "And then we got stopped by a State Trooper." Why did I have foster parents? “Always!” he groaned, his dick plunging so hard into me. Is security monitoring this? Look,” Night Eyes ran teen her hand over Astrid’s illustrated back, “symbols of her victories in the arena, trophies she has made a part of her.” Night Eyes’ fingers moved down Astrid’s spine, where the sword of Iona was inked in perfect detail, the blade intercepting a tattoo that read ‘Mistress’s entrance,’ turning into an arrow that pointed to Astrid’s gaping candle-holder. He takes pleasure from her pain, and the most desirable woman to him is the one who can suffer longest and most profoundly before she loses her mind.