I tell him to stand up and I get on the floor between his legs and he has a bigger guy so I have to really get low to get it into my mouth cause I wan... him to face fuck my little slut mouth, but it's not working too well. Just then I hop onto the bed on my back with my head off the edge and I tell him to come over and fuck my slut mouth. He stands over me and puts that mature dick in my mouth and starts going to town making me gag and spit is everywhere on my face from him. My eyes are watering. He was a man to be noticed, a man that commanded attention. He was an incredibly sexy black man. I walked right up to him and said hi. He eyed me as if I were a puzzle he had to solve. If he was attracted to me he gave nothing away. “Sit down my little slut,” he whispered in my ear, “I ordered you a glass of wine. Drink it. And while you do, I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do to you tonight.”I sat, I drank, he told me how he planned to fuck me and to use me. It was almost more then I could stand,. His other hand glided up his body, sensitive fingertips traveling over the perfectly smooth, silky skin of his abdomen, now a perfect unmarred surface, no longer troubled with the definition of abs or muscle. Gia gasped and whimpered, confused and afraid his eyes closed as he was forced to pleasure himself, his hand traveled further, sliding up to his chest where his fingers passed over soft flesh, digging in slightly.Even lost as he was to the pleasure of his own actions the shock at what he. He smiled too, and said ‘you have a great smile, my name is…’, and right than he was called away. I never did hear his name. As he was walking away he looked back at me and gave me a sweet, shy smile, and I melted a little more, and felt a little more, wet. I could not get him out of my mind. As I lay in bed that night, trying to go to sleep, all I could think about was the feeling I had when his body had touched mine. I begin to think about what it would feel like to have his hands on me. His.