" I assured him. "This is not sexual Becca, you k**s these days have no consequences for your actions. You ARE getting a spanking." I looked down at m... legs, I was wearing my skimpiest short shorts. "Look what I'm wearing you psycho! My ass isn't even fully covered!" I screamed. "Enough!" I yelled, louder than I had. He sat down angrily beside me and forced my body over his legs. "I'm telling my mother about this! You p*******e!" I warned, struggling against his strong grip. "Your mother is. ..and then I was inside her, erupting, and her orgasm was a soft squeal in my ear, a musical sound I wanted to hear again and again.She had intimated, without ever saying as much, that she was not a virgin. Her head was on my shoulder; she was relaxed, as was I, and I gently tweaked her left nipple with my right thumb and forefinger. She lifted her face to mine and we kissed."So," I said softly, "was it good for you?"She giggled and slapped me gently on the chest.For some reason I pressed on.. .3…2... “Ding!” The docile chime snapped at her like a whip and she opened her eyes with a gasp. The doors slid open. “Hello, Mia,” Miguel said, standing in the elevator car before her. Time seemed to suspend itself for a moment. Mia heard her own heart beat and breaths. “Oh God,” she whispered. She felt like she was falling backwards in slow motion. A large, dark-skinned hand snatched her wrist and pulled her into the elevator. Suddenly time not only had sped up, it went into overdrive. Miguel. And we got our freak on, as they say. I sat on my living room couch, my pants around my ankles. Kneeling before me was the lovely Fadheela-Anisah. She was completely nude, save for her hijab. I don't know why but I kind of liked the sight of her, naked but with the hijab on at the same time. Her body was kind of plump but I don't mind. Must be something genetic about Black men. We all seem to crave big women. I've fucked a lot of big Black women and chubby white chicks in the City of Montreal..