. I need your cock.", I whined. Soon I could feel the pressure building as his swollen, black cock tore into my pink hole. The pain was ... excruti...ting. I felt as if I had been stabbed with a knife. I yelled and cried into the couch pillow, I gripped it tight. I was sweating from the pain. "It's all right, you just have to get used to this black cock in your fine, white ass.". I knew he was right, but I couldn't speak. I just muffled my cries in the pillow as tears streamed down my. My drunk act works a treat and it's kind of exciting and kind of sad how many men are predatory enough to want to take advantage of a drunk woman. I have never had so many men show such an interest in me. Well, not in 'me' because everything that makes me, me is wiped away during my drunk act. Gracie was pretty quiet until she'd had a few drinks and then she brightened up and we played our own predatory role. I'd told Gracie I just wanted to practice my drunk role because she wasn't keen on. Then she moaned and opened her eyes. She pushed my hand away, even though she saw nothing. She sat up in bed and said, “Who’s there? Where are you? Is that you, Jake?”Of course, Jake was not there. I watched her panic for a while as she walked around the house in the nude looking for him. After a while I left, vowing to return.A few nights later I was again with Sandy as she sat at the kitchen table, nude, drinking tea, and waiting for Jake to come home. He was big and muscular; a bouncer at a. “So, do you offer a service to people suffering from, ‘horny frustration’?” Brian asked, testing the water.“I certainly do. I’m what you call, ‘a pacifier,’ and I have the equipment to rid you of your malady.” Jarrett answered, with a twinkle in his eyes.“And do you charge for that service?” Brian asked, seeking total clarity.“No, bro, I’m a humanitarian. It’s a free service,” Jarrett stated. “Besides, I have a job,” he concluded, pointing to the store name on his chest.“Tell me about the.