" He remarked. I let Eric settle in and adjust before I started flailing on his cock. But once I started, I could had no plans to stop. "Do you want m... to use a condom?" Eric asked. "Eric," I whimpered, "I want your first real fuck to be deep inside of my ass. I want you to paint my guts with your hot cum." And with that, I began gyrating my hips while he held on for dearl life. "Goddamn!" he moaned. As I pushed back and forth on his cock doggie style. After 10-minutes I moaned for Eric to let. As he looked at her he saw her mouth first close, then form into a small smile. A part of Cathy had long wanted to let herself go, and be the dirty slut she was online with Ken, but had always been scared she would shock her rather straight-laced, or so she thought, husband.“Okay, lover, if you want a whore... you shall have one,” Cathy said and slid the robe from her body, and lasciviously stroked her tits and pussy. “Lay back and be prepared for the fucking of a lifetime.”Ken could hardly. One building had a sign above a door that said, “BAR,” and flashed the word, “OPEN.”Locking her doors, she grabbed her cell, she swiped, “Randel.” “No Service,” emblazed on the face of the phone. In the distance, she saw scantily clad women walking the streets, and men hung about them on corners, rough-looking characters — pimps or drug dealers. The men were mostly niggers and spicks, the darker inferiors that infest this part of the city.Kristen had to find help. She had nothing to fear, all. I was minding my own business, trying to follow small detour signs through a residential area. Sipping on my Starbucks, I resigned myself to the slow-moving traffic. A school bus stopped, children entered and took their seats, and we all moved on. Nothing special, the beginning of a normal day. It has been said that timing is everything. I suspect that is true. School bus gone, I slowly drove down a tree-lined street before turning onto a larger, well-traveled road. Traffic moved a bit faster,.