I feel heat rise up my neck. Even though I know it’s a risky move, I slip through the throngs of people in an attempt to get within earshot.Unexpectedly, she whips around, and I have to turn to keep her from seeing my face. My heart pounds in my ears, and I’m worried I’ve been caught. A beat passes, and she doesn’t approach me. When I turn to look at her again, she’s walking away.After that close call, I’m more careful and stay back a little further. Every once in a while, Alexis casts a look over her shoulder. I can tell she’s suspicious, and maybe she thinks she’s being followed.Somehow, that makes the chase even more exciting to me. I thank God my hoodie is a size too big because it covers my painfully hard cock.I trail her for another hour, savoring each nervous look she throws in my direction. Eventually, she starts heading back toward my apartment. I consider breaking off and using a shortcut to get home before her, but I can’t stand the idea of Alexis leaving my sight for e
“Can I try something?” he asks, his mouth still so close to mine that our lips brush together.“Yes,” I whisper, missing him when he pulls away.I don’t miss him for long because he hooks his fingers into my leggings and the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and exposing my pussy. He groans at the sight, pushing out any self-consciousness that threatens to creep in. I prop myself up to look at him.He’s staring at my glistening folds, his pupils blown with lust. A shiver of anticipation runs through my body as his tongue darts out from between his parted lips. He runs his hand up the inside of my thighs, stopping short of my center.I gasp when he swipes his fingertip through my wetness. The sensation is so much more intense than the feeling of my own touch. It’s so good, I think I might get addicted. It gets even better when his finger goes inside me.“Oh!” I whimper, my hips bucking up in search of more.Jacob chuckles before removing his hand, replacing it with his tongue.
When the noises she makes start to rise in pitch, I take my mouth off of her. I don’t stay away for long, immediately pressing a kiss to her sternum. I leave a trail of them up her neck, capturing her mouth when I get there. She responds belatedly, clearly overwhelmed with all of the attention I’m giving her.Our kiss gets sloppy, and after a few minutes, I have to get inside of her. I pull back, intending to tell her what’s about to happen, but I’m stopped in my tracks by the sight before me. Alexis’s cheeks are bright pink, and her mouth is shiny with spit. There’s a light sheen of sweat over her forehead.“I’m going to fuck you now,” I say, remembering why I’m here.“W-what about a condom?”“I’m clean,” I tell her as I line myself up, ignoring how appealing the idea of getting her pregnant seems in the moment.“Okay,” she says, spreading her legs to accommodate me better.With her consent, I push the head of my cock into her opening. She’s hot and tight around me, just like I knew
“I will,” I reply as a flurry of thoughts run through my head.Now that I think about it, the man who was stalking me yesterday had the same build as Jacob. If Jacob was wearing a baggy jacket and a hat, he’d probably look exactly like that man. I know it’s crazy, but I have a strange, sinking feeling that Jacob was the person following me.“You okay?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.“Yeah,” I say, shaking my head in an attempt to clear it.“You seemed like you were somewhere else.”“I’m just a little tired,” I say, forcing normalcy into my voice as I pick up my coffee mug. “I need this.”“Well, there’s more where that came from,” he assures me.We don’t talk much more while we finish our respective meals. It seems like Jacob believes that I’m just tired. If only he knew I suspect him of being my stalker. I wonder if it would upset him to know that this is where my brain’s at.When our plates are cleared, Jacob takes them to the sink. I finish getting ready, deciding to leave
“Let’s go back inside,” I say, already stepping back and grabbing her hand. I yank her into my place, not letting go until we’re in my bedroom.Once we’re there, I push her onto my bed. Then, when I lean over her to kiss her again, I pin her wrists above her head. There’s no resistance; Alexis just lets herself be restrained by me as I ravage her mouth.She makes these needy little sounds as I plunge my tongue into her mouth, and it doesn’t take long for my dick to become completely erect. I push my hips against her so she can feel what she’s doing to me. In response, she bucks up and gives me more friction.I reel back, looking down at her like she’s my next meal. She gulps hard, the muscles in her throat contracting as she does. If I weren’t so overcome with lust, I’d put her on her knees and shove my cock into her mouth. Right now, I need to be inside her pussy.Still holding her wrists in an iron grip, I yank her pants down, not bothering to pull them off completely. Then I take c
The massage therapist is wonderful, working out all of the kinks from the hours I’ve spent hunched over my computer while I finish my studies. When I step out of the shop, I feel like a brand-new person. As I start my trek down the sidewalk, I feel someone’s hand on my shoulder.“Excuse me,” a man I don’t recognize says. “Do you have a minute?”“I don’t, sorry,” I say, shrugging his touch away. I’m not interested in talking to any men that aren’t Jacob.“Are you sure?” he presses, stepping in close. “You’re gorgeous. I’d love to take you out for a coffee to get to know you.”Before I’m able to answer and tell the guy I’m married, I feel a presence to my right. Jacob’s voice asks, “Is this guy bothering you, baby?”“No,” I reply, pressing myself into his side. “He was just leaving.”I can tell the man wants to say something else, but Jacob’s looming figure is enough to send him in the opposite direction. When I turn around to thank my husband for saving me, he has a dark look on his fa
Ron and Kevin are two thugs making a living in the hood. Until recently, they’d spent the last five years working out in the prison gym. Recently they’d been released on parole (again). They were both black, in their early fifties now, with lots of prison tattoos and muscles. Tonight, the two were getting high while planning their next job. The last one had gone well- they’d come out of it with $2115 cash, some jewelry and a great time with a little twelve-year-old white girl. This time, they wanted to do better on cash. White girls were just a distraction. Plus, it’d been pointed out that leaving your DNA behind with two living witnesses was a very dumb thing to do. This time, they’d focus on money. They weren’t in any rush to get caught and sent back to The Walls. However, prisons made you horny as hell.Two nights after the first job, they crept into a home on 114th Street. In it they found a safe right where they’d been told they could find one (not all black maids are honest). D
“Listen, girl. You talk only when I says, and you does what I says. You understand me, Snow White?” he growled at her menacingly. He slapped her very hard across her face. She cringed, staggered, grabbing her face. “I won’t ask twice, bitch,” he snarled at her. He ripped the tape from her mouth, pulled the tape from her wrists.He stepped back. The two men stood there, staring at her. The big man asked her how old she was. She told him; “Seven, I mean, eight, eighteen. I just turned eighteen yesterday...” He asked her what bra size she wore. She stared back, not sure how to answer. The other man glared at her, looking like he was about to slap her again.“A, a, a 33C ... I mean, or like a 34 maybe...” Kelly mumbled, her voice trembling. No doubt. Kelly was well aware of her prominent bosom. She’d been flat chested till she was fifteen, then suddenly they just grew and grew. She was always having to buy a bigger bra. Tonight, she had on her old one, and damn it, she was kinda bulging o
She didn't even use the safe word when I strapped her to the railings of our balcony at the hotel we stayed in, on holiday, in Cyprus, even though everyone who passed by, could see her nakedness, see clearly, her sex held open, spread as she was by the ties. Not a sound escaped her as I whipped her ass in full view of those total strangers, not a tear, nothing, only a renewed eagerness to make me happy when I released her.I had not reached her boundaries in the eighteen months she had been with me. I am sure she had them, but I had not found them as yet and I wasn't sure I wanted to go very much further in searching for them. Perhaps my boundaries were narrower than hers.I left her with a leash on, tied to an eyebolt in the wall in the kitchen. Her instruction for the day was to defrost the fridge and prepare dinner for that evening. The leash, attached to her iron neck ring, was long enough to give her complete movement around the kitchen, but nowhere else. She would be naked, her
Her lips part over the head of my dick and don’t even get a little tongue action. Mom’s head starts to bob a little, but she’s not deep enough. My hands pull until the head presses against her tongue and it’s just lying there. I’m tempted to release her head to guide her hands, but don’t want to miss her lips stretching around my shaft and won’t take the chance of ruining Walt’s shot.There’s only one thing to do now. My hands start to control her head and start to move my hips a little. I don’t want to gag her, at least not yet. If I knew what her reaction was going to be, I wouldn’t care about waiting. The last thing I want is for her to puke on my dick, since that would kill the mood. I know some guys are into that shit, but to each their own.With me being in complete control, it’s finally starting to feel great. Mom’s hands and mouth were good, but this is so much better. Her tongue’s moving just as much as her hands, which is not at all. Just my luck. I finally have her right wh
I already had a good idea how big they were when I went hunting for sexy clothes. Mom’s somewhere between a b and c in cup size, since she wears both. Regardless of size, they look incredible dangling the way they are. Were her nipples hard when we were dancing? If they were, I couldn’t feel them.Mom stopped lowering her dress right beneath her tits and looking at me. She’s waiting for me to tell her I’ve seen enough, but my dick’s eager to come out to play. Just a little longer and I’ll be free of these pants that didn’t start out this tight.She sighs as her dress continues down and start to see some brown hairs sticking out over the black. I don’t need to look up to know the camera’s pointed right at her ass. Mom takes a deep breath as her fingers press down to reveal the full bush hiding her pussy from me. A full bush isn’t my thing, but not enough to get me to say anything other than what’s already going to be said.Her tits sway a little as I watch her nipples like two pendulum
My hands press against her back as hers move a little closer to my ass, which causes my already hard dick to twitch between our clothed flesh. Her eyes show recognition and her lips become a wide grin. Mom’s body this close to mine is something I thought would never happen, but here it is and I owe Walt everything.Her voice has a touch of excitement I’ve never heard, which tells me the X is working as promised. “Is that what I think it is?”I nod as I look deep into her glassy eyes and continue to dance. “If you mean my hard dick, then that’s exactly what it is.”A little shock hits her face, but the excitement remains. “We’re just dancing. You shouldn’t get one of those from dancing with me.”I hold her eyes and know I can’t screw this next part up. “I can’t help it, mom. You have such a sexy face.”She laughs as our faces continue to turn for the camera and hips move in a seductive manner. “No, I don’t. Thank you, Hanson, but you don’t need to lie. I’ve got an old woman’s face.”I
The car door closes outside and it won’t be anyone else, since no one else comes down our road. Mom doesn’t like anyone from church coming to her house, since I embarrass her with my heathen ways. Just because I don’t like going to church doesn’t make me a heathen. Too many of those self-righteous fucks for my taste. I’ve lived with one for all 21 years of my life and that’s more than enough for me.I open the baggy and take out the pill, since not even mom can take a meeting of the most holier than thou group for long. She’ll have a headache, since she always has a headache and me giving her some aspirin with her wine is nothing new. My heart’s pounding a little, but my fingers are steady. Mom can’t suspect a thing when she walks through the door.I slip the baggy into my pants pocket and take the glass of wine from the table. She opens the door and has the same look on her face that tells me she won’t even look at the pill I’m about to give her. Her black purse hangs over the should
She starts to fight against my hands and I feel her hands press down, but I manage to keep her away from where she was trying to get to. Cin’s starting to piss me the fuck off and I know she won’t be deterred from getting me out of my towel. We both know there’s nothing on underneath, and I don’t think she’s going to stop until she gets her way.I groan as I grow tired of her games. “If I drop the towel and hug you, will you promise to leave me the fuck alone?”Her smile falters a little as her feminine voice drives me fucking crazy. “Yes. I’ll even do you one better. If you don’t enjoy it, I promise to stop everything.”I search her eyes for some hint of deception and wish I had the time to fight her off, but my work won’t wait. If this is what it takes to get her to leave me be, then so be it. There’s nothing about her that I really trust, but don’t have any other options right now. It would be impossible to fend her off all fucking day and I have a job to do.I glare at her as my v
No makeup has been applied to my face in a very long time and no need to start now. I wasn’t exactly fending the boys off when I was, so why bother? It didn’t draw their eyes to anything on my face and couldn’t see past my almost childlike appearance.My fingers turn the slick lock centered on the knob and almost slips between them as I curse quietly. I wish I didn’t need to lock the door, but Cin doesn’t respect privacy and my bedroom doesn’t have a lock. I’ve told Aaron to get me one ever since I moved in, but he doesn’t believe it’s necessary.I do count myself lucky that my bathroom is attached to my bedroom, just like theirs does, and don’t mind the small room. It’s just big enough for what I need and don’t mind the standup shower. It does the job I need it to do and don’t plan on ever having need of a bathtub.My hand grips the door hard enough to keep from slipping and opens it to see her sitting on the edge of my bed wearing what looks like a transparent negligee. I’m not surp
Have you ever come across one of those women who never seem to develop? The one whose voice never seems to show she’s a woman, let alone the body? The one everyone thinks of as a little girl? That’s me, and I hate everything about being this way.I’m still a fucking virgin, and it’s not due to fending off the boys. At 19 I have never dated anyone. Let’s just say the boys in my highschool didn’t have much interest in anyone like me, not even the pervs who would fuck anything with a hole.I hated highschool and have no interest in going to college, despite my parents’ wishes. Just what I need. More time around horny guys who don’t look at me at all. You know what? Fuck them all. They can kiss my fucking ass, every last one of them.I don’t need college and I sure as fuck don’t need to spend another hour in that kind of environment. My parents have never understood the hell I went through, since mom was never like me and dad was never one to speak with me about things like this. Had my b
“You like it, girl? You like my black dick. You like dark meat, don’t you little girl. Yeah, take it, bitch. That’s it, take it. Fuck me, girl, take all of my black cock...”Farther into her he went. Kelly couldn’t believe how much was inside her. Then the worst part came when he began to rape her. Back and forth he rocked his hips now, making his huge dick go back and forth inside her. The pain wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.She was wet inside already and he was all oiled up. The dope seemed to dull some of the pain, but still her pussy was stretched to a very painful size. Again and again, he slammed back and forth inside her. She could feel the flared end of the head as it moved back and forth in her, making that familiar sex feeling. She tried to ignore it. He started going faster, then harder. Deeper he went into her. He got in deep, way farther than her boyfriend ever had, and this caused some very sharp pain when he did. She cried out, even though her face was being