My head whips back and forth as all the rapturous sounds capture my attention. Moans, groans, gasps, pleas, and screams fill the dimly-lit room. Secti...nals line the black-curtained walls. Sex is in the air. I can smell it. Nothing else matters here, except the enjoyment of being sucked, stroked, and fucked. There is no other cause to be here.RAWThen, I see her - rather her four-inch red stilettos pointed straight up in the air. The back of a black curly-haired head hides her pussy from me, but. What happens if you don’t get your own way?”“I sob and play the persecuted little girl. I use every trick. I won’t need to do that with you though. You already want me, so, so badly!”It was my turn to laugh, “You think so?”“I do, and your cock is talking to me loud and clear from under that pad of paper. I mean look how wet I am.”Melissa opened her legs and my stare went straight to her wet patch. She had already smeared the leather chair where she sat. I could see her pussy lips glistening as. We worked together and became really good friends and he knew I was gay but I don't wear it on my sleeve. I'm a masculine man who enjoys being one. I'm calm, not dramatic, a regular Joe . You'll find me at a hardware store before you see me shopping for Calvin Klein. I knew he was having problems with his marriage so I told him whenever he wanted to come by and talk , I'm a good listener .Well, one day he came to my house and went after me as soon as I closed the door. His kisses were hungry,. A few minuets later a white couple came over and asked to join us. We where glad to have them and I ordered drinks for all of us. They introduced them self's as Randy and Marry Jones. We talked and watched all the activity going on around us, Kim was paying most of her attention to how the black guys where going after the white women. That's when I knew some thing was wrong and I.