We chat about work, bars, restaurants and then she asks if i am single to which i reply...yes...she asks if i am gay and i reply...bisexual without be...ng fucked by a guy and she perks up a bit..."I have always wanted to do a girl..." she says."Well how come you have not worked on it? we are in one of the gayest cities on earth" Yes well finding a female to date it quite nerve racking for me....i just wish i could meet a lady and take her home and have some fun" Well maybe we can do something. "Yeah, bitch! I know you want it..." Gerald's head shook weakly from side-to-side. "I can feel it," he went on without seeing the negative motion as his eyes were closed in pleasure; "your tight, white hole craves black meat...it looooovves it! Oh yeah...dig your heels in my arse...pull me in deep...all the way...nearly there...Fuck! Oh fuck, yeah...tighten up that pretty little hole...squeeze that cock up there...all the fuckin' way! Ssssswwweeeeeeet!"The b**st sank into the nether depths of. She wasn't shy with me, as she proceeded to undress me. First she took off my shirt. Then reached for my belt buckle, pulled down the fly of my pant, unbuckled the belt and pulled down my pants. I stood with underwear looked at her. With both of her hands on the waist band she pulled down my underwear.My erected cock got caught in the waistband momentarily and then it sprung out loose 12 inches cock stood at attention. Mrs. Lou gasped when she saw the big cock in front of her face. "The biggest. ’ Stacy released a long sigh recognizing that her relaxing evening was blown. ‘Well, okay.’ The Killer now knew the target was coming to the hotel. He was certainly ready. He stared blankly into the large mirror in the hotel suite. He didn’t have time to wax philosophic about what he was and what he’d done with his life. ‘I am what I am,’ he said to his reflection. Besides, he had a client to be serviced. He laughed internally at the professional way he described it. ‘Client’. ‘Serviced’. He.