I remember like it was yesterday, fishing my boyfriend's stiff prick out of his pants and stroking it up and down. When a huge streak of jizz shot up ...y arm, I was fascinated by the stuff. While he gasped for air in the driver's seat, I studied it carefully, getting enormously excited by the smell and feel of it. The urge to lick it off my arm was almost unbearable, but I didn't do it on that occasion. Later, yes, I ate a lot of cum. But not that first time.Lucky for me, my husband, Rob, has. My inability to control my urges has got me in trouble over the last few years. I was thrown out of a Japanese restaurant for inserting the chopsticks into my pussy, arrested and given a verbal warning for sucking some guy off in an alley and the stupidest thing Ive ever done was pick a guy up outside my apartment whod just nipped out from a party for a fag. Now everyone in my building thinks Im a whore. Sex is the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I. Her husband was watching the TV with a beer and his face turned white as the black dude entered, dressed in his long trench coat. Stacey realised it must be in the high eighties out side and wondered why he would wear such a thing. The man sat down taking a full settee almost to himself. The waif beauty offered him a drink her eyes showing confusion and a little nervousness. The Boss man knew the routine; he'd have to explain, as the husbands always just sat there like rabbits in the headlights. Martin tensed and twitched inside me and our eyes met, and still no words passed between us. He had me in his power and I was happy to be there. His hips pulled back, my ass lips pouting over the retreating cock, only for him to push his cock right back until I felt his pubic hair against my cheeks. My whole body seemed to be one great sexual organ and I felt the hot, blood filled cock straining inside my pink passage. It was around this time, I noticed the sheen of sweat on our bodies, even.