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White
Bitch (Part 10)
"You'll learn to
take the whole thing, bitch, when it's hard. Lester's whores can
take a good throat fucking," he said. He scooted forward on
the couch and put his feet up alongside his hips, and he leaned
back. The whole expanse of his hairy ass crack was in front of
me. He held his cock up out of the way. "Put your hands on
my ass and get busy," he said. I cupped the cheeks of his
immense ass in my hands and lowered my face into his crack. I
was assailed with the musky, sweat-smell of him, and the faint
shit-smell of his ass. I put my tongue to the soft, warm hole
and licked.
"There's a good
bitch," he said. I parted the hairs with my tongue, and
licked some more, wetting the hole. My mouth began to water, and
I was suddenly seized with the depravity of what I was doing,
and I screwed my tongue into his hole as far as I could, licking
it, cleaning it, swallowing the mouthfuls of saliva. He locked
his feet behind my head and held me pressed into him, and I
licked and sucked his ass until my tongue was numb. He let his
feet fall to the floor, dislodging me, and he pointed his cock
at my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked him again, and he was
erect. I wanted it this time, and I sucked like the whore I now
knew I was.
My cunt was aching with need,
and it was dripping. He stuck a leg under me and rubbed my cunt
with his ankle. I lowered my weight on his leg, wrapping my arms
around his thigh, grinding my cunt on him as I sucked his cock
feverishly. I rode his leg like when I used to play horsie with
my father. I never orgasmed on my father's leg though. I
exploded, my cunt farting and squishing on his leg, and my mouth
making obscene noises on his cock. After I came, I paused in my
sucking. He rapped me on the top of the head, and I resumed
sucking, my wet cunt splayed across his ankle. This load of
sperm was destined for my stomach, and I swallowed it all with
greed, sucking and sucking until there was no more. He pushed me
away.
"Get dressed, " he
said.
"I thought, you were going
to fuck me," I whined, almost in tears.
"Maybe tomorrow, I'm tired." He walked over to
my purse and dumped it on the table as I got dressed. He jotted
down my driver's license information and I gave him my phone
number. He jotted his number down and put it in my purse.
"What time do you get home tomorrow?" he asked me.
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