I could see a small drop on the tip. He was so hard. Perfect.My finger again drew a line up the length of him, this time pausing longer, more insisten...ly more focused on his spot. Firm circle, then slide down, back up, circle again, move up over the tip, pushing firmly into that little drop, back down, circle.“Oh fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, and reached for the waistband to slide his underwear off. I slapped his hand away. He moaned in frustration.“Take me out.”“I will, but for now, THIS. How we doing?"A handsome young man is lounging against the wall on a fold-up chair. A talented semipro soccer player, he recently discovered he could make a lot more money servicing rich middle-aged women with his truly impressive black cock than getting beat up on the sports field every Saturday. He and I had met doing a duet to a televangelist's wife right after their nasty divorce. Now that was a woman with appetites!"All good, girl." He shakes his nearly empty big gulp. "Took you long. As she fell into his strong arms she pulled down the mask and their mouths met in a passionate embrace. The last light of the sun faded as they kissed deeply and passionately. They pulled away from each other and looked deeply into each other's eyes. For the first time she now saw his face, he was younger than she had thought, though his eyes betrayed the harsh life of an outlaw. He was handsome though wore many scars across his face. He took her by the hand and lead her without resistance. He really knew how to tease a cunt....Did I just call my husband's ass a cunt?"Is he as big as you?" My husband asked."I've never measured," he shrugged, "but I'm sure there are a lot of big black dicks around to fuck your white faggot ass. Although let's be honest, you're a cock hound for any cock, of any colour, any size."After calling him a cunt and treating him like a girl, hearing him call him a faggot surprised me. Although I'm not sure why... it seemed pretty obvious my husband loved.