I pulled him back to me for a wet and sloppy kiss, told him he was mine now, and all he said was okay. We've been fucking like you watched tonight for...months now, and I just never get tired of him. Oh fuck Mr. Chase, I'm going to blow my black cum in your mouth, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yessssss!''Much like in the story he was telling he let out a roar that anyone in the world with ears could have heard. He tasted a little bitter, but good. I wanted more, lots more. I hoped this wasn't the. You told me to open some Prosecco, drank a huge glass then passed out cold, so I just turned you over on the day couch and took my chance for a nice tight fuck.”“No you didn’t,” she laughed, slapping me, “Anyway you don’t like that anal sex stuff much, I already know that.” Leaning closer and whispering now, added, “But you did have my pussy you randy bugger, I woke up knickerless and leaking this morning, bloody sore too, so what did you do? Was I really acting slutty?” I could tell by her. You can’t see who is fucking you. The lights from the room make it so when you turn to look all you can see is a dark silhouette. Black, white, Hispanic, young and old, they all take their turns. They grip your hips and pull you onto their cocks and fuck you furiously, not so much thinking about you as just wanting to get their nut off, to fill a beautiful young woman with their cum. A couple of the men come back for a second turn at you. But not everyone participates. Some of the men are. Twice your grip on my head firmed up as you squirmed, smearing your musk over my nose and cheeks. "Yes!....Yes!... YES!...Right there! OH God!...Don't stop!" you demanded, as I devoured your sweetness. Your viselike grip on my head relaxed and I came up for air. I stood as you slipped off the bar stool, straightening your skirt. You arched your neck and pulled me in for another kiss. This time you went for my upper lip, sucking your essence off it. "I'm thinking you like my taste almost as.