"With that he pushed himself into my mouth. I formed the tightest seal I could around him as he began to slowly thrust into my mouth. Soon he picked u... his pace. "Oh yeah, I am really fucking your face now and you love it don't you?" The dirty talk tumbled out of his lips as he used my mouth. And he was right. I did love it. This felt incredible. Him using my face like this. Fucking my face. The room filled with the sound of him thrusting into me and my muffled moans of appreciation as he did. I had rented a car to explore one of those exotic dictatorships of the dark continent and I was having a really great time. As a gorgeous, blond, single woman, I have come to enjoy men learing at me lustily, undressing me with their eyes. It was a blast, until I tried to leave the country... Handcuffed behind my back I sat on a wooden chair next to a table in a room with no windows. I must have been there for an hour when a uniformed black man suddenly opened the door, walked in, and sat on the. One step.......two steps........three......suddenly the music hit a high, orgasmic note as I sprang off my powerful right leg. I could hear the faint sounds of the audience gasp as I leaped high into the air, my head held proudly as my legs spread into a mid-air split position. I landed it perfectly and quickly performed six faultless pirouettes before continuing with my solo.......*'Fantastic Oliver,' beamed Miss Beatrice as the curtain came down on the rapturous applause of the standing. Chances that you do not normally ever want to un-counter. Anything can get your heart racing but nothing is more satisfying than the euphoric feeling of winning a bet with a girl who leaves you open to the classic: "ask me anything" followed by a biting top lip and a slow shy wink turning away from you, gazing over her shoulders, lifting her hips to show you her tight ass. Gazing with narrow eyes sucking her thumb watching you play out x-ray images of what her ass would look like under the one.