"When I finally had that climax I groaned and screamed and said, "Fuck yeah, thank you daddy." He seemedto like me calling him daddy and as I don't us...ally say that it surprised me too. It was such a gush and a rushclimax and that just popped out.John stood up and pulled me up by my hair and thenstill gripping my hair he stood me up and started kissingme. Long lustful kisses. I kissed him back and he had hishands on my tits and continued to kiss away. I never breakoff a kiss, I always let my. It was the best sex we ever had, but it was also the first time she had ever said my cock was 'so much smaller than her black friend.'On our honeymoon, it was obvious that I was her first sexual partner, which didn't bother me in the slightest, as she obviously loved getting laid and was active, vocal and very very easy to bring to orgasm multiple times usually with my mouth, as she often said my cock 'just didn't cut it'.Even now when she calls herself the world's greatest cock teaser, I don't. He is completely a top man who never touches my cock, but that is ok, I can jack off. The fact of the matter is, I love the way his cock makes me feel. I love being his girlfriend and I’ll do whatever he says. I met him at a bar one Friday night after I had a few drinks. I was standing by the pool table waiting on my turn, when I saw Mike walk into the bar. I was scared of him as soon as I saw him. He is a white man about my age or so who stands 6'2, 250 pounds, and all of it is muscle. No fat. “You were having sex in the middle of my store,” Mr. Peterson said, exasperated.“What's so wrong with that?” I giggled. “I like sex. Do you like it, Natasha?”“I love it,” she moaned. “Oh, Mr. Peterson, I'm so wet right now.”I gasped, my hands letting go of her boobs to slid down her body. I shoved them between her thighs and felt her juicy pussy. She had no hair down there—no bimbos did, it was a site-effect of the serum—and rubbed at her folds.“She is so wet,” I moaned, my fingers slipping.