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black Susan
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Black Susan, by Ace, 1999.
Although described in one review as 'sex slavery', there is no slavery in
this tale. It is a very unlikely love story, between a American man,
and a black African woman. Enjoy!
At age 65, I retired, ending a 45 year obsession with work.
I had always thought that this would be the time when I should try again to
form some kind of romantic relationship, and I took up reading the personal
advertisements.
Nothing much came of this, as no one I was interested in seemed to have
interest in a short, balding, slightly overweight 65 year man.
Then I noticed Susan's add; beautiful 19 year Christian girl, in
Uganda,
Has won 1/2 athletic scholarship to a
Boston University, seeks a to sponsor
Her in America, who is able to cover the
Remainder of tuition and other expenses
My own 19 year African sex slave was an idea that stirred my lions, so I
answered this add.
8 months later [I'll skip the boring details, but H.I.V. was tested for],
and I was waiting for her at the airport. I recognised her from her photo as
she emerged from customs and immigration, and felt quite a thrill as our
eyes met for the first time. As she came up to me, easily carrying her one
suitcase and a smaller carry on bag, I noticed that she was about an inch
taller than I. This added to the already considerable awkwardness of the
situation.
She dropped her bags, and threw her arms around me in a big hug, and in the
deep but still feminine voice I knew from the one time we'd managed to
connect on the phone, told me how happy she was to meet me at last.
She was wearing a long, heavy ethnic looking dress, a wide belt that
demonstrated the narrowness of her hips, open flat shoes, and a lot of
cheap, heavy bracelets and necklaces. I knew that she was a city girl, so I
suspected that the particular Africanness of her dress was for my benefit.
Her jet black hair was in many small plaits, with beads pushed over some of
them.
Her beautiful dark almond eyes were as big as soup plates at everything that
she saw around her as we went through to the parking garage, and she was
delighted by my late American car.
Her skin was really black, like coal, and the contrast with her white teeth
when she smiled made her smile even brighter.
She had the wide nose that kind of spread across her face that I'd always
found unattractive in Negro women, but hey, the was 46 years younger
than myself, I wasn't going to hairs.
At my house, she was thrilled with everything except the sleeping
arrangements.
She stared at my double bed, and said; 'No, this is not right! You are an
old man, I am a girl. I don't want to share your bed!'
'But that's the deal, Susan, I will take care of you while you're here. You
can only stay in this country as long as I sponsor you. I pay your tuition.
This,' I waved meaningfully at the bed, 'Is what you must do for me'.
She became quite sullen, but seemed to be going along with it. She must have
known these things.
She had jet lag, and hadn't slept much in the excitement before travelling,
so she had a hot bath, and slept. I gave her some space, but I couldn't wait
to have her. I'd never been attracted to a black woman before, but this
situation had my hormones flowing at a rate that they hadn't done in many
years.
I made dinner for us both, and we watched some T.V. she was slightly more
friendly, but still distant. It was time for bed, I told her, as though it
meant nothing special.
'You go ahead, I come after' she waved towards the bedroom.
'No,' I ordered, 'you'll come now!'
She obeyed me, but her eyes wouldn't meet mine. Or maybe it was mine that
wouldn't meet hers.
I leaned back against the desk in the bedroom and told her to take off her
cloths. Slowly, she complied.
She had an amazing physique. Long and lean, with the muscular thighs and
round ass of the runner that she was.
Her complexion was a smooth, even, almost black, like dark chocolate.
Her were two firm, low, cones, the wide bases of which easily
supported the small amount of protrusion, only a few inches.
She had a lot of pubic hair, but her strong legs were naturally
smooth.
Whatever this costs, I thought, it's a bargain.
'Lie on the bed', I ordered her, and undressed as she did so.
'Now, lie down on your front'
I sat down next to her, and ran my fingers across her wide shoulders, down
her long spine, and across her narrow hips.
She was silent and still.
I massaged her back, neck, and shoulders, enjoying the feeling of the firm
muscles I found. Her skin was as soft as a baby's bottom.
I found that a little surprising, she was so big, so black, so strong. She
could probably crush me like a grape, but she was under my control! I could
do what I wanted! She was, for now at least, mine.
Briefly, I allowed my fingers to trace over that amazing behind, then,
resisting letting them go where they really wanted to, I moved down to her
thighs, calves, and feet.
I noticed that her feet were very rough, I'd have to do something about
that.
I pulled a blanket over her excellent form, and giving her a little pat on
the behind, I undressed and got into the other side of the bed, and touched
her no more that night.
Susan was in a great mood the next morning, and that was nearly enough to
repay me for resisting my lust the night before. We had breakfast of eggs +
toast, and we looked through her luggage together.
'We're going to have to do some serious shopping, Susan'
She was elated.
I took her to some boutiques in the city, ones that I'd spotted and noted
during the preceding months. She enjoyed modeling all the outfits for me
that the giggling sales recommended, almost as much as I enjoyed
having them modeled. I bought most of them for her. Then I bought her some
serious track gear and shoes. Then we went and got the type of boots that I
really wanted to see her in, 4-inch heels and laces to the knee. She was
thrilled with her new look, after the salesman and I assured her that the
boots would wear in.
How people stared at us, walking down the street hand in hand, Susan's nose
at the height of the top of my head, beautiful, young, black.
I, old, ugly, and short!
She lay in the bath, as I sat on a stool in a robe and pedicured her feet.
She didn't seem so bothered about being naked in front of me now.
I manicured her nails, and when I was through, started making love to her
hand. She cooed and giggled as I kissed, bit, and her fingers. She
had lovely hands.
I cooked, and called her into the kitchen for dinner. She was wearing the
white terrycloth robe we'd bought for her that afternoon, and the contrast
between it's whiteness and her blackness took my breath away.
After I'd cleared away the plates, I went around the back of her chair. I
pulled her plaits away from her face, and stroked her throat, her face, her
lips. I rolled her earlobes between my thumbs and forefingers; I gently
lifted up her chin.
I stepped to one side, bent down, and kissed her lips ever so lightly.
There was no response from her for a couple of seconds, then she opened her
mouth, lifted her head slightly, and took my lower lip between her teeth.
I took her hand in mine, and led her to the bedroom. I installed her on the
bed on her back, and crawling between her legs, proceeded to lick her
clitoris. I found this very stimulating, and I like to think Susan did as
well.
When I finally came forward and entered her with my penis, she was well
lubricated. For me, at least, it was ecstasy, she was and tight, her
skin taught. In this position, my eyes were about level with her throat, and
I kissed her there as I pleasured myself with her strong black body.
After I came, I pulled out and lay next to her. She cuddled me and stroked
my chubby belly with her fingers. I was disappointed that I hadn't been able
to make her come as well. I guess that would have been asking too much.
Susan had a full schedule between school and athletics. I did the shopping,
housework, and most of the cooking, and we fell into some kind of domestic
routine. Susan was completely naive about the ways of the modern world, but
she was clever, and was learning fast.
I treated her like a queen, and like a whore as well.
After her training sessions or meets, I'd massage her tired muscles, I'd
scrub her down in the bath, fix her hair [we had it straitened].
I started shaving her pubic hair regularly. She would sit obligingly on the
edge of the tub, legs at full spread, while I lathered her up and oh so
carefully scraped her smooth. She said she liked it that way, although I'd
had to really insist the first time.
I loved the taste of her juices, and she also seemed to enjoy it when I went
down on her, but after several weeks together, I was yet to bring her to
orgasm.
I brought home some fashion magazines for black women, and we shopped often
for cloths, shoes, and accessories for her. She had some fashion sense, and
now was always looking like a page from one of those magazines.
We both enjoyed these excursions; it turned me on to dress her. When at
home, she'd wear one of the negligee's I'd bought her, and if she was just
sitting at the computer or studying like that, I could happily spend my time
watching her.
She didn't mind having sex with me after the first time, I don't think. She
had affection for me, and allowed me my pleasure. After some light pressure,
she even started to give me head on occasion.
Susan lay face down on the bed, naked. She cried and moaned as I massaged
her aches and pains away, the way I always wished she would cry with passion
when we were having sex.
I finished her back, and moved to her buttocks. It always made my member
feel again to do this. I was using massage oil, and pushing my
lubricated fingers into her firm black flesh while sliding them the length
of her muscles. I allowed my right thumb into the crack of her ass, and slid
it over her anus. Then I started gently probing her there with my
forefinger. She giggled, and spread her long legs to give me more access.
Encouraged, I pushed my oiled finger inside, up to the first joint, and
twisted it back and forth a little.
She pushed her ass up a bit, spreading herself farther. I started to fuck
her greased ass with my finger.
I kicked off my slippers, and unbuckled my belt and removed my pants with my
left hand. She looked back at me, her big dark almond eyes wide.
Keeping my right forefinger inside her, I got between her legs, behind her
on my knees. I pulled my finger out, greased my shaft, and, spreading her
round cheeks with my thumbs, slowly started to push myself inside. A small
'eek' escaped her as I penetrated her there.
The power of her sphincter muscle on my cock felt amazing, it really could
grip.
'How does this feel?' I asked her
'It tickles' she replied.
I grabbed the knobs of her hipbones with both hands, and really let myself
go, pulling her to me with each thrust.
I reached around her thigh with my left hand, and rubbed her pussy. It was
wet, and I pushed two fingers in. maybe this time.....
Finally, acknowledging that she wasn't going to come, I allowed myself to
have my lonely orgasm.
There came a weekend when my princess had no training or completions to
attend, and after a drive in the countryside in the afternoon, I decided to
take her out to a dance club.
She was quite excited, and I chose a sexy outfit for her.
White kinky boots that laced to the knee, some bare black thigh, then a
matching white leather mini skirt, a wide belt to accentuate her marvelous
hips, bare black belly, white blouse, knotted below her breasts, allowing a
view that ended just above the nipples. No bra.
The bouncer looked confused. 'You two are together?' 'That's right' slipping
him a ten.
Susan was a natural on the floor, twisting and gyrating to the beat. I kept
up with her for about ten minutes, then my legs had had enough.
It seemed to me that every one in the place was desiring Susan and envying
me.
There were tables around and above the dance floor, where the music wasn't
too loud to have conversations between people with strong voices and
sensitive hearing. I sat to watch the show.
Whenever a would seem to be dancing with her, Susan would look up at me,
and when she saw that I was smiling, she would go on.
A woman started to dance with my Susan now, and the two of them were really
getting going, too.
She was a short, wide woman, not fat looking, but with wide hips and
shoulders. Large breasts, short very hair. Maybe too blond.
She was wearing an ankle length skirt, slit to the hip. Ankle high bootlets.
It was too dim in there to try to judge her age from where I was, but she
was clearly a handsome woman.
One would start a new movement, and then the other would copy. They were
often inches apart, shaking their at each other, grinning.
Of course, every eye was now on the two of them.
Susan came up the stairs too my table, the in tow. Susan's blouse was
drenched in sweat, plastered to her, and her black and nipples were
showing through the thin white material. I wanted her to look sexy, but I
hadn't foreseen this... I stood, and put her jacket over her shoulders as
the ladies sat down. We all introduced ourselves; the new woman's name was
Nancy. 'So,' Nancy said, 'you two are...'
'He is my man' said Susan, taking my hand and grinning.
'Kinky' said Nancy.
I brought us all drinks and we talked for a while. Then I asked Nancy if
she'd like to come home with us.
She laughed, 'Thanks, but I don't think so. How about another dance,
though?'
She and Susan hit the floor again, pulling and turning each other on
occasion, and I noticed that in the breaks between songs, Nancy would give
Susan a hug, holding her just a little longer each time, her white hands on
Susan's black bare lower back clearly visible.
After one such hug, Nancy gave Susan a kiss on the mouth, then went and sat
down at a table with some other women.
I caught Susan's eye, and inquiringly gestured if she was ready to leave.
She was excited, sexually excited. That was clear before we were even in the
taxi.
Once in the cab, I put my right arm around her shoulders and kissed her,
allowing my other hand to roam around. My fingers behind her smooth neck, my
tongue entered her mouth, my left fingers her panties. Her legs spread to
give me access, and as I started to her, she wrapped her arms
around me.
Throwing a bill to the driver, we practically ran inside, tearing off our
cloths, we threw ourselves onto the bed like a pair of teenagers, instead of
one teenager and a senior citizen. I went down on her briefly, licking her
delicious black smoothness, before entering her. For the first time, I
thought there was real passion in her; she wrapped her long powerful legs
around my hips, her black feet were on my white ass.
Her hands grabbed at my shoulder blades as I plunged in and out of her, and
I knew that this time she would be mine at last.
When she came, she squeezed me so hard that I thought I was going to break,
and cried out so loud that I was afraid that the neighbors would hear. I was
ecstatic, and came as well.
It was clear to me that Susan was gay. It was the close dancing with Nancy
at that club that had got her so worked up.
I was a little depressed about it. I wasn't planning to spend my life with
her, but I would have liked to be able to satisfy her while she was going to
be living with me.
I decided to call in some help. Jackie was a good looking dike in her
forties, someone I used to work with on occasion, a friend that I could
trust.
I told her the whole on the phone.
'So, when can I meet this wonderful African of yours?'
'You and Joanne could come to dinner tonight'
'I'll be there. I'm not with Joanne anymore, we up a couple of months
ago'
Jackie was looking sharp in blue slacks, and a matching padded jacket over a
white cotton blouse. Rather high high heels indicated that she'd been paying
attention when I'd mentioned Susan's height. She wore big round glasses with
thin gold frames that made her blue eyes appear even larger than they were.
Her auburn hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing a pretty, feminine
face.
Susan wore flat open shoes, displaying green painted toenails that matched
her fingernails as well as her light cocktail dress. The gold chain around
her neck contrasted beautifully with her dark skin.
Jackie took both of Susan's hands in hers, and smiling into those dark eyes,
said 'you're even more beautiful than he told me'.
Jackie flirted lightly with Susan as Susan served us our meal.
As we finished, Jackie said to Susan; 'So, do I get to see you in that
negligee I heard about?'
'Go put on the white nighty' I told Susan. 'Then come and show us'
Susan was looking a little confused, but she went to the bedroom to obey.
Jackie and I moved to the living room and sat on opposite ends of the couch.
Susan entered the living room, dressed in nothing but the very skimpy white
negligee. I heard Jackie draw in her breath.
'Put your arms over your head, and turn around slowly' I commanded.
Jackie stood and moved closer to Susan as my order was obeyed. She caressed
Susan's bare black shoulder with a white finger.
Susan stood still now, as Jackie put her hands on Susan's slim hips, and
slowly moved closer, until their touched, their noses inches apart,
looking each other in the eyes. Then Jackie, moving her hands up to Susan's
skimpily clad shoulder blades, gently kissed her on the lips.
I felt myself start to become aroused as Susan began to respond, putting her
bare arms around the white woman.
Jackie pulled away for a moment, to untie the tape at the front of the
negligee. She slipped it off Susan's shoulders and it dropped to the floor,
leaving Susan totally naked while Jackie hadn't removed anything of her own
except her glasses.
'Sit on the couch' Jackie suggested, and when Susan had done so, Jackie sat
on her lap. Strait backed, Jackie striped herself from the waist up,
revealing large white that hung rather low. I was amazed at this
behavior, the only sexuality I'd ever known of Jackie was when we would both
admire some pretty female passer by. She was more like a buddy of mine than
anything else.
I moved to a chair opposite to have a better view. Susan looked at me
excitedly as the ladies fondled each other's breasts, hugged and kissed....
Susan had been whispering in Jackie's ear, and Jackie turned to me and said,
'go on, pull it out and give it air! We all know you're a dirty man!'
I striped from the waist down, and sat my bare ass back down on the chair.
The leather on my behind felt erotic as I played with myself and watched
them.
Jackie stood, and taking Susan by the hand, said 'Lets go to the bedroom'
Susan looked over to me for approval, and I nodded my consent.
They went into the bedroom, Jackie still in her slacks and heels, hand in
hand with Susan, who was completely nude. I sat in he chair, not sure if I
was welcome in there or not. I had just about decided to go on in, when
Jackie stuck out her head; 'I think Susan would be happier if you were in
here with us'.
Susan looked up at me as I entered, and smiled brightly. She was on the bed
on her back, holding her knees up with her hands, so that she was completely
open. Jackie was on her belly, naked, hands and face near Susan's crotch,
and she was pushing something in and out of Susan's while giving it
some tongue for good measure.
I sat on a corner of the bed, and played with myself as I watched.
Susan moaned and came, holding Jackie by her curly auburn hair, looking at
me.
Jackie moved up to the head of the bed and lay on her back next to Susan.
Her ass was a little on the heavy side, and she was pretty hairy in the
groin, but I found her an attractive woman. Her skin was an even, smooth
white, and she had nice legs. The contrast between the two women's colors
was fabulous.
Jackie removed what was revealed as a vibrator from Susan [she must have
brought it with her], and inserted it into herself. Then she put Susan's
hand on it, and put her own hands on Susan's shoulder and hip, she tilted
her head back in pleasure, eyes closed.
I lay back so my head was at Susan's ass, and reached over her. I removed
her hand from the vibrator and took over. I found this somehow very
stimulating, doing my friend Jackie without her knowing that it was a at
her crack.
Susan swung a leg over me, and there was no mistaking what she wanted. I
started to lick her sweetness, keeping my hand busy with Jackie.
I looked up and saw that Susan had both her hands holding Jackie's head
while they kissed. What a sight! Jackie must therefore know who is below...
so I decided to go another step, and I lifted myself over Susan's leg, and
in between Jackie's, and started to tongue my dike friend.
I ran my free left hand around and in Susan's as I worked Jackie with
the vibrator and my tongue.
Jackie grabbed my head and squeezed me between her legs as she came. I
looked up to see that she had her other arm tightly around Susan.
Susan was grinning and holding her new lover.
I thought it must be my turn now, so I sat up, and opening Susan's knees,
slid between them. I removed my while Susan fondled me, and then she
guided me into her. I fucked her hard; Happy that I'd been working out
lately, and the muscles in my torso could deliver.
Susan looked from me to Jackie, as her breathing started to increase, and I
knew that for the second time since we had lived together, I was going to
bring her to orgasm. I kept up a steady rhythm as she came, crying out and
squeezing Jackie's hand with her left one, her right firmly on my ass. The
ferocity of her orgasm heartened me, and I carried on, and she came twice
more in the next five minutes.
I was getting worn out by then, and had decided to bring my own fire up and
have my well earned reward, when Jackie asked; 'Wow, is there any of that
left for me?'
'Why Jackie, I didn't know you went in for this sort of thing'
She pulled me over onto her naked whiteness, into the valley of her open
legs, as she replied; 'You don't know everything'
It was exhilarating, entering my friend and colleague, who, while
enough to be Susan's mother, was still enough to be my daughter. A
warm tingling feeling of sexual excitement washed over me as she ran her
hands lightly across my back, her against mine, my penis inside her,
so wet and warm.
I started pumping in and out of her, with long steady strokes.
She whispered in my ear; 'you mustn't come in me, baby. Just don't come in
me...'
I enjoyed having a woman 20 years my junior call me 'baby', and I sped up a
little.
Jackie's eyebrows knitted together as her face flushed red, and she came
hard, squeezing me to herself with surprising strength.
I was barely able to hold back at this point, and I had to stop my motion. I
could feel my rod pulsing inside her.
Jackie rolled us so that I was on my back with her on top, and then lifted
herself off of me. She griped my sticky length firmly in her hand, and said
to Susan; 'this is for you...where would you like it?'
Susan grinned her bright grin, those strait pearly teeth gleaming in
her handsome black face. She took me in her own hand, then brought her mouth
to the job. She looked into my eyes with her big dark ones, as she
opened her mouth wide, and brought it down over my ecstatic member.
Jackie lay herself down next to Susan, her face inches from my crotch
'you've got to suck it right down, Susan... here, let me show you'
Susan gave me to Jackie, and I was deep throated for the first time in my
sixty five years. Jackie's swallowing on me was driving me to the brink,
when she pulled up, and gave me back to my African princess.
After a few tries, Susan was getting it, and then Jackie burrowed down, and
took my balls into her mouth. What can I say? It was indescribable. Susan's
throat was gripping my penis while my balls were drowning in the hospitality
of Jackie's warm mouth. I came harder than I'd had in four decades while
looking into the eyes of my nineteen year darling.
Later, over coffee, Jackie told me 'she's not gay. A bit Bi, that's for
sure, but not gay. Susan is an exhibitionist. She needs someone to be
watching to get off.'
Epilogue;
'Real live sex' said the sign over the door. The bouncer smiled at the
man and let him enter.
The took a seat in the half lit lounge.
Loud music started playing as a stunning statuesque black woman strutted out
onto the stage. She twisted and gyrated as she slowly, tantalizingly removed
her cloths. As she removed her G-string, she revealed a hairless groin,
framed by muscular thighs. She took a vibrator from a side table, and
inserted it into her as she sank to her spread knees on the center of
the stage, arching her back and pushing her pelvis forward to present the
audience with the best possible view, while still keeping her eyes on the
crowd. She shifted her gaze from one to the next of her onlookers, about 25
men and 2 women, looking lustily into each pair of eyes. If the orgasm they
witnessed was faked, then the performer must be a great actress.
The statuesque Negro woman removed the vibrator, stood, and exchanged it for
a wireless microphone. She walked, naked, her black skin shining in the dim
light, down the three steps and into the lounge. She approached two at a
table. 'What's your name?' she asked one of them, holding the mike out.
'Tim', he replied
'Are you enjoying the show, Tim?' she was standing inches from him, his face
was at her flat belly.
'Very much'
She laughed, and taking his chin in her hand, bent and kissed him on his
mouth, while he put his hands on her narrow hips.
She strode over to another table, a middle aged couple. 'Are you two having
fun?' she asked, holding the mike to the woman
'Oh yes!' she replied, in an English accent, 'We both think you're lovely'
'And would it be fine with you if I sat on your man's lap?'
The woman giggled, 'All right'
The stripper sat down on the man's lap, sideways, one arm around his
shoulders, her fingers were visible stroking his neck, while her other held
the mike.
She said to the other woman, 'Is he allowed to fondle my breasts?'
'It's alright with me' said the woman
The performer looked around the room triumphantly as the ran his white
hands over her perfectly formed orange sized black breasts.
She then arched her back and lay across the small table, miraculously
landing between the glasses that were on it. She reached her hand out behind
her head and hooked the middle aged woman behind her neck. The man, no
longer able to reach the breasts, stroked the black woman's belly as his
date bent down to kiss the performer, who gave the kiss some time before sat
up, then stood, and brushed her finger tips across the man's face as she
stepped behind him and up to the man.
'And what about you, man? Does a like me make you horny?'
'Sweetheart, a like you makes every horny'
She laughed, a sweet, genuine laugh, and stepped over his lap. Taking his
balding gray head in her free hand, she pulled it to her breast.
The crowd could see his hands on her tight round behind as she asked him;
'would you like to come on stage with me man?'
'I'd love to' he replied, without hesitation.
She took him by the hand as he stood, and led him up the steps and onto the
stage.
She positioned them so they were side on to the crowd, put the mike into a
mike stand, and kissed him passionately, her hands on his head and the small
of his back, while his roamed over her black nakedness.
She tuned him so that he was facing the audience, and stepped behind him.
Her arms reached around in front, and unbuckled his belt, opened his
trousers, and removed his half erect cock.
'Perhaps I'm not enough woman for you, man.... does this engine
still run?'
'I'm sixty nine years old, woman! Give me a little time!'
She took a chair that had been the back of the stage, and placed it in the
front. She put one long, muscled leg up on it, her weight on the other, so
that she was open and exposed to everyone. 'Would you like to lick my cunt,
old man?' she asked, stroking herself lightly with the fingers of one hand
as she leaned her other elbow on her raised knee.
He got on his knees, and buried his head in her excellent groin. She
stroked his balding head with her free hand and moaned and shook as he
tongued her.
She sat him on the chair, side to the audience again, and sitting at his
feet, removed his shoes, then his trousers and underwear. He was a comical
sight, in his and socks, cock and wrinkly balls hanging in public.
The beautiful black woman stood, and bent at the hips to a ninety degree
angle, her knees strait. Clutching the cock in her hand, she lowered her
mouth over it. Her long strait shining black hair cascaded over the
man's bare knees, and every few seconds she'd lift her head to make eye
contact with one or another of the audience.
She stood upright, and facing front, put one pretty black foot on the chair
again, between his legs, to her right side, so she was spread as wide as
possible to the audience again. 'Do you want to fuck me, man?' she
asked, looking first at him, and then grinning to her admirers below.
She stood still, with her hands on her hips, as he stood, turned, and held
his erect 7 inch penis to her entrance. Everyone was able to see as he
pushed himself inside her.
He fucked her standing until she came, screaming, her head thrown back, her
long black arms around his white neck. Then she sat him in the chair,
looking towards the lounge, and screwed him while facing the crowd, so they
could all see the white cock in her black body. She played with
her clit while she rode him, and came again, crying for the crowd, shaking
her long black hair all over the man.
She lay down on the edge of the stage on her back, one long black leg
hanging over so that all would be able to see as he lay on top of her and
put his hardon back inside her. Her hands flitted lightly over his head, his
back, and his skinny ass as he pumped her to yet another orgasm. Then he
pulled out and stood up, his strait rod bobbing and pulsing. She sat up
quickly, and took him in her mouth as he started to come. Then she took it
from her mouth, and holding it in her fist, held her lips open in front of
it so all could see him ejaculate into her mouth. She swallowed and
his shrinking dick down her throat for the finally.
'Do you think she really just picked a random guy from the audience?' the
old heard someone say on the way out.
'Naw, it was way too smooth. Also, she did it with him with out a condom. I
wonder if he her pays for it'
The stopped himself from telling the man... Susan is my wife, the
mother of our children, and a P.H.D. candidate. You slob.
Ace, 1999
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