I remember a feeling so powerful that I wanted it forever. He sensed my passion and moved to place his cock head at the entrance of my vagina. With hi... hard shaft, he rubbed my pussy lips before pushing it in. Slowly he started to enter me and at first I felt a jolt of pain. I looked down and could see he was only partly inside so I wondered if there would be more pain when he went all the way in. There was no doubt that I was wet enough to accommodate the full length of his manhood but would. I gave him a little stool so that he could stand on and get to the boxes.As he got up on the stool to get the boxes he was at the right height for his cock to be in my face. So he started to hand me boxes one at a time. I made it like I couldn't get the box so I could look at his cock in his shorts. As I grabbed the first box I made sure that I brushed my hand against his crotch. I looked up at him and all I saw was a big smile. With every box and every brush against his cock he started to. It started in college when he began watching porn regularly and sleeping around with many of the girls that he met in classes and parties. After he graduated and had a good job--which means having money--he began going to strip clubs. Sometime after that, the first really disturbing activity began, one which became a weekly, Friday-night ritual: first, Kyle would stop and get a six-pack of beer, which he would put in ice in a small cooler that he kept in the floorboard behind the passenger. He opened his mail and read it, one by one.SubLady wrote, > Your Cum Sponge story got me so wet! i'd love > for a Man to use me like that.Next, CruelDominatrix wrote, > your toilet slave stories are wonderful. you > definitely know a man's place, under a woman's > ass eating her shit! Then, GorMaster wrote, > I love the way you brutalize women in your stories! > Keep up the great writing!Next, SlaveDude wrote, > i love your toilet slave stories, dude! Your >.