Ciar pooted.“Oh yeah, pussyboi,” grunted the man. “Love when fag ass fart!”“Fuck me, nigga! Fuck me hard.”Pfffffffffft. Pfffffffffft. Pfff...fffffft.The sexy thugged out dude thundered away as Ciar wailed. He pulled out his eight-inch dick and nutted on the dainty ass cheeks.“Shit, I better go,” the Black man opined. “Got a rag?”Ciar ran into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. The man cleaned off and got dressed. He left without ever telling the fine, girly boi his name.Ciar went into. I admitted I did remember but at the moment had no plans about it one way or the other."Please Master as tomorrow is Friday, Can we go and see what it's all about?" she begged."Very well, then but I must warn you that I will select your clothing for the visit!" I replied.Next morning; Karen was up early and was obviously excited, I think when we made love the night before she was already thinking I was one of these bikers. She carried out her normal morning duty of swallowing my fresh load and. Not to the point where he was majorly offensive, but he thought he knew more than he did. He thought he was smoother and more desirable as well. He enjoyed being a senior manager at “Cut n Paste” a moderate sized video editing company that specialized in working with student, and small independent filmmakers. This led them to work with several of the local indie porn producers from the the Bullshit assholes who called themselves producers, and carried fake business card and camcorders to the. I languished under his soft touch for a few minutes until he lovingly raised my chin and brought his lips to mine in a soft sensual kiss. I turned toward him and returned his kiss passionately as he massaged my ass through my shorts with his strong hand. As our lips parted I gazed into Danny’s gorgeous eyes while his hand slid up my back and began to undo the buttons of my top. ‘But Steve’s……..’ I started to say. ‘Relax,’ he whispered as he unfastened the back of my bikini. Offering no.