My orgasm was so hard; I could feel my knees begin to buckle. His tongue left my pussy and his arm was removed from legs. His strong hands pushed me d...wn onto my knees. I found myself looking at the front of his pants. I reached for his belt and he grabbed my hands and put them on his fly. I took the hint and unzipped his fly and reached in to pull him out. My mouth was watering by the time I got his huge black cock out of his pants. He was really very well endowed and could rival any black man. Abby was very excited at the prospect and after a lengthy discussion they agreed to a hand written contract. After their mutual agreement to the contract, Martin asked her if she would like to play. Abby jumped at the opportunity, and they discussed and set a safe word. Martin told her to go into the living room. He went to the bed room and retrieved the gym bad he'd made up for all the kinky stuff. Martin went to the living room to find Abby sitting on the couch, her legs spread and lightly. You submitted to me willingly. What would you call that?”“Fuck you.”I gather my clothes and head out the door. Later, in the shower, I think about being on my knees in front of Matt's cock. Even after Britt comes home, I can't get it out of my head.I sit with my feet on the table, crunching a granola bar. Britt lounges alongside me in her smelly workout clothes. She leans into the nook of my shoulder.“How'd it go with the neighbor?” she asks.I imagine the hot pain of being fucked up the. "Fuck, the funny things we do when we're drinking..." Erin watched as Vincent walked by, oblivious to her on the bed. She got up to follow, but only saw the tails of his pinstriped trench coat disappear into the bathroom. "Showtime..." muttered Erin, grinning to herself as she snuck into the bathroom. Vince looked over and grinned with her. "Well, hello beautiful." "Hello yourself. Are you ready?" "Well..." Vincent quickly wiped himself off, not wanting her to taste his urine and call the.