She stepped back, pulled my shirt off and undid my jeans as she knelt down and began furiously sucking my dick in a sloppy deep style, I had forgotten...she was so good at fellatio.“be rough, lets make it a good hard sport fuck for the lens baby” She spit out before another round of deep throating. She had such great phlegmy sucking sounds as I grabbed her hair and face fucked her. “ya want to be a whore I’ll fuck you like one for sure” I growled as I pulled her up by the hair and tossed her. As I removed my t shirt he started to press them gently and after some time he started to lick them.I was afraid and i wore my dress and ran away I still see him occasionally and his eyes look me in a lust always but never had any sexual contact then.Now to the real part of the story Once I want to repair my bicycle I went to a near by mechanical shop to ask for tools since I know to repair my bicycle.It was a Car shed.As there was a mechanic named Ramesh he was between 30 to 35 years old .He. So once out the taxi the driver helped unload the baggage and my partner paid the driver and i dropped my phone so i bent down to pick it up and i was shocked when i looked up i could see clearly in his trousers was a semi hard nigger dick and a fucking big one and my god i wanted my white pussy to be beaten by him their and then but sadly nothing more happened at that point as i walked away and the driver got back in his taxi. I said to my partner and since we have an open relashionship and. She smiled as I plundered my imagination for compliments; flattery unlocked her reticence.She still worked in a shoe shop, unable to give up work due to money worries. I met her the following morning as I bought a pair of trainers from her and we chatted; I convinced her to let me take her to lunch. We agreed on the sexual transaction over cappuccino: two hours of sex for three hundred pounds.She was cheap, but it was more money than she'd normally earn in a week; it was less than I earned in a.