" She looked thoughtful while her hand reached out, almost shyly caressing the skin on his rapidly inflating cock."Mister, I won't lie, I'm nuttin' bu... a slut, I been passed around from man to man and I got six kids, and don't know who three of 'ems daddy's is. I been beat, I been raped, I been used and abused. I finally had enough after Jamal and his buddies decided I was a party favor. Now, don't get me wrong, I like fucking, I like it a lot, but ten brothers in one night is a bit much for. ”With his hands chained to his balls, Ben had to stand up to pick up his cards, sit down to sort them in his naked crotch and then stand up again to place his card on the table. It didn’t take long for Amy to start giggling. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” she laughed, jumping up and sitting on the bench in front of Ben.“Really Amy, chaining a guy’s hands to his own balls?” Ben exclaimed, dropping his cards and rattling his shackles.“Cruel, isn’t it…”The silky dress stretched tight over Amy’s. Period. Until now. "Then why didn't you get them pierced? Every girl does. Didn't you want to be a girl?" Why didn't I do the nearly unthinkable, get my ears piercedand become one of the odd men who shared decorated ear lobes withmost of the women on the planet? The ten thousand reasons why notflooded at me -- shame, fear of exposure, of jeopardizing mymanhood, of gibes from my associates, of offending and appalling mywife when she saw the holes. Even fear of my own desires. . With his thumb in my crack, the bastard fell into pace until I felt myself grow slicker from his all too quick delivery. I was pulled to my feet again and a muscular stranger took a seat in my place, his hand stroking his substantial tool and holding it vertically. I turned away from him before lowering myself onto it, my cum lubricated ass easily welcoming him inside me. He reclined backward with me held to his chest, his hands covering my tits while he test fucked me with tiny hip thrusts. .