I am sure that some will not like the white slave/Black Master dynamic, but for those of you who do…we thank you for taking the time to read our sto...y. We are excited about sharing our experience with you all as we have enjoyed several of your stories. We appreciate feedback.) His Slut The journey of a naïve lily white woman… Wow, what a journey it has been. I never knew that the hidden truths of self-imprisonment were so deeply rooted in fear… in fear of being viewed as a slut or a submissive.. The ridiculously tiny white bikini panties she wore just about covered her slit, even her labia peeked out from either side of it, but she wore it proudly under the mini loin cloth tied loosely around her hips and her bountiful breasts jiggled under the skimpy tee shirt with every step."Christ but you look good enough to eat" I told her, "Let's go back to bed"But she wasn't having any of it,"You can fuck my brains out every day and twice on Sundays when we get back" she giggled, "And I hope you. I could not look at my brother’s face of shyness.I closed my eyes the splashing sound was being echoed inside the room as Aamil’s crotch was banging on my fleshy ass cheeks. My boobs were hanging and moving to and fro with our fucking rhythm. Aamil moved his hip with lightening speed and with a sudden sound he collapsed on my body, ejaculating all his cum inside my ass. He lay there for some minutes and looked at Hari. His half erect cock now grown up fully, seeing his friend’s action on his. They could here squelching of fingers inside hot, pink pussy. He lay her down on the sacks nearby and lined himself up for penetration into her slender and elegant body. He pressed against her wet opening, pushing harder. ’OOOh you’re hurting!’ she wailed. ’You need wetting some more then!’ He grunted. ’So do I!’ And in one swift movement he grasped her shapely legs and hung her upside down, burying his big horny face into her damp naked crotch. He lapped greedily at her snatch, his beady eyes.