“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
Keven watched her staring at Ron’s hard-on. “My turn, bitch. Get your motherfucking ass over her and take my motherfucking pants off right motherfucking now, fucking little slut!” She turned, half kneeling, reached up towards his waistline. He yelled at her again. “Hold it! Take off that fucking bra first, bitch. Let’s see them motherfucking titties of yours.”Kelly paused, still kneeling on one knee. She was crying like crazy now, tears running down her cheeks and totally blurring her vision. She slowly reached in front, undid the front hook, let the bra slowly open. Slowly, as her firm, teenage breasts released, she eased her bra off. The two men made even more lewd comments about her. She had to go back to undressing the second man. She eased his gym pants down, then pulled his blue boxers off. His was gigantic too. He held it with his hand at the base, shaking it some. Big, not quite as long but definitely bigger around. It had this huge head on it too, a big fat ball sack undern