I was basing my class and work schedules around how to maximize my holes getting stuffed with big black cock.August 2017- I'd been job hunting for the...last 3 months since graduation, which basically means going to one interview a week and fucking black guys in the free time. Some people go to Europe for a couple months after graduation, I chose to get triple penetrated by black guys for 3 months. I got a pretty high ranking job once I actually started looking for one because of my internship. Her rhythm took a slow steady tempo, building up a little bit faster per measure, heading toward some spectacular crescendo. Uncontrollable sparks of pleasure fired in me around every inch of her."Oh not yet, no no just hold, not yet." A mantra, chanted under her breath, but louder than the sounds from me to my ears, willing her body to comply.I wanted it, fuck, I needed her to fuck me and cum.*"No. Don't hold back, let it go, cum fuck cum, feels, so, good, in, me. Cum in me, I want… feel, you. One day shebrought me into the living room and had me kneel at her feet. Then shebrought in a machine and had my chastity key melted into a dog tag, shethen etched in the words "Jane's pleasure" and put them around her neck."There we go," she said "I've taken the chance of pleasure away from youand now you'll never get it back." I've given up hope of cumming againand I'll live a life of horniness and torment. The only silver liningbeing that I haven't had any post orgasm shame in over a year.. “Are you cold?” he asked. I was taken aback. How does he notice the smallest details? “Er, no, it's just, well nothing, maybe I'm still a bit chilly from the rain, you know.” I flashed a nervous smile and picked up my mug determined to go to my office. For this I had to squeeze through, but he was just standing there, blocking my way, his body language suggested, not yet. So I just stood there, staring at him trying to think of something smart and funny to say. Of course, irony being my sister.