Every time I would become intimate in a relationship, he would always make me feel like I was being forced. He would press himself upon me, devouring ...y ample breasts and trying desperately to get into my pants. I always felt like I had to submit, I was always the one to be on the bottom, staring up at a grunting face that would drip sweat onto me, such were his exertions on me. I would become frightened and I would push away. I had only had sex with one man before, and the feel of his cock. I took him in a double handed grip and knelt down as though in worship of some worthy deity. Lowering my head and bringing my hungry mouth to him I could feel the rising heat from the sexual energy field that seemed to surround his majestic black cock. My heart skipped a beat as I touched my tongue to his tapered head.I commenced sucking his cock in earnest but soon felt my jaw aching from the novelty of his enormous girth. My ass once again was exposed to the elements, but any chances of my. "Evelyn looked like he'd stabbed her, but she did it, waving the handful of bills -- then she got this look on her face and leaned up and started encouraging Artie to pour the meat to her. "Come on, Baby -- fuck me! I need some meat! Pound me!" Art went at it seriously and I wondered what sex the baby was; either way it was probably already a cocksucker from the way Art was pouring it to Evelyn. He was noisy and she was noisy and she wasn't faking it; she was getting off.It only took a couple. My earlier anxiety over that had been unfounded. It’s just that he never really addressed the issue with me, and in 3 months you don’t really know someone very well, especially one who talks about himself as infrequently as Fat Bud does. And, let's face it, in this day & age you don’t really want to take chances with your job. Fat Bud kept his promise as he actually got back in fifteen minutes before store closing. We had everything done by 6:30 and, with a smile, put his jacket on and said he.