A Trip to the Store

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That thought was all I needed to explode in a violent orgasm, moaning and shuddering as my pussy gushed a continuous stream of hot pussy juice.

He must have felt me climax, for he grabbed a handful of my hair and all but screamed that he was going to cum. I took his cock out of my mouth and frantically began pumping his dick. I begged him to cum in my mouth, to let me swallow all his sweet, thick sperm now. He gritted his teeth and then let out a cry as he came. I caught the thick, milky squirts of his cum in my mouth, greedily lapping up every drop of his creamy load.

He shook and trembled, knees buckling as I sucked on his spent dick, massaging his balls and coaxing every last bit of cum I could from him. Exhausted, he practically collapsed against the wall, and seemed not to care about whether people were looking at him, here with this black girl kneeling before him, rubbing and caressing his semi- limp dick.

I put his cock back in his pants, zipped him up and arose. He took a few moments to catch his breathe, and, gazing into my eyes, told me that I had just given him the best blow job of his life. I chuckled slightly and told him I had to go. He made an attempt to get my phone number and to give me his own but I politely refused and made my way back to where my Master's car was. I found him, leaning up against the car, arms folded with his head cocked to one side.

"Mmmmm there's my dirty little cum- slut! Did you enjoy yourself?" He grinned wickedly. I sheepishly nodded, refusing to let my eyes meet his.

"You put of a show for a lot of people slave. You had quite an audience. You're such a good little piece of fuckmeat. Now, who's my whore?"

"I am, I'm your good little whore Master" I replied.

"Good slave, now into the car. Master's going to take his bitch home and give her a treat for being so obedient tonight. You're Master is very pleased with you."

I obeyed his command and took my seat. As we drove back to his house I closed my eyes and in my mind, went over the events that had just transpired. I squeezed my eyes tighter. I had two weeks of vacation here, and if what had happened thus far was any indication of things to come, it would be a very long two weeks indeed.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 17 years ago
a little to brual

i truly like the idea of a little pain along with my pleasure, but this bastard takes it to far....

maybe he needs to get just what he dishes out and find out that he's going over the line

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 17 years ago
Sick? That's not nearly a good enough word.

But it does at least partly describe those who need this to raise a hard-on

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 17 years ago
Sick? That's not nearly a good enough word.

But it does at least partly describe those who need this to raise a hard-on

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