He looked me in the eyes, “That is not what I expected, most guys want their cocks sucked, they don't do the sucking.” “I like to surprise a guy... and I like to suck a nice cock.” “Your a dam good cocksucker that is for sure.” “Thanks I like to practice, like they say practice makes perfect.” We both laughed, “I too like to practice, may I practice on you as well?” “I never refuse a blow job.” I laid back and he got between my legs, the guy was a great cocksucker I learned a few things from him,. The three lads sitting in the middle of the room kept their eyes fixed on her as she smiled at them and sauntered towards the bar.The pub was your typical 1960’s beer barn with carpet that was so old, the underlay was visible through the worn sections under the stools.“Still a bit wet out there?” One of them asked sarcastically.“Just a bit.” Sharon replied laughing. “I missed the train so I thought I’d pop in for a quick one.”“What would you like?” another asked.“Oh,” Sharon pretended to be. “Good. I was a bit worried after you didn’t seem to want anything to do with me yesterday.”“Me??”“Look, never mind. Maybe we were both acting a bit weird,” she stated. “Anyway, I wanted to be sure you were ok.”“Well, to be honest, I was hoping we could put it behind us and just move on. You know, get back to how we were before it happened,” I confided.I could see a look of dejection on her face for a moment before she spoke defensively. “What? You didn’t like it? You certainly seemed to enjoy. ” My mind was trying to protest Carl’s aggressive behavior, but my cock was agreeing with it. After observing Kayla’s body over the last several months, I was warming up to the idea of fucking her, and even looking forward to it. And Carl was right about my desire for his cock too. I could hardly wait to suck him again, and as often as he demanded it. There was just something about the thought of me being submissive to a dominant black man with a huge cock that got me sexually aroused. The next.