'What?''I'll show you.' He took my hand away from hissoft penis and guided my index finger to my clitoris.'I can't,' I protested.He persisted until my...finger seemed to find itsown rhythm. He let go and sat up, watching me touch myself in that dirty way─ smiling. I could see his spear getting rigid again. Then the samefeelings came back: pulsing, contracting, waves of panic, waves of ─ ohmy god, oh my god . . .I couldn't stop it. It happened like anearthquake. I could hear myself screaming, as. You just want to turn around and feel this man’s body pressed against yours. You think about all the emails you've shared. All the sexy, hot, DIRTY things you said you wanted him to do to you. You struggle to convince yourself you know this man. He has brought you to orgasm many times before. Your stomach is in knots but you are tingling between your legs. His lips feel magical on your neck as you notice his hands moving up your rib cage. You place your hands on the vehicle in front of you in. I could taste cum on her lips and found myself pushing my tongue into her mouth to taste more. When I realized that Mr. Carter had cum in her mouth mere moments before, I began to become aroused again. We broke our kiss and Mrs. Carter had a dazed, but decidedly impish smile on her face. We all spread out on the floor to catch our breath. Mr. Carter was leisurely stroking his still semi-hard dick while Mrs. Carter was tenderly rubbing my balls. I was staring at Mr. Carter’s impressive. I looked up and admitted the obvious, "I love your big cock in my mouth." Beg for it," he demanded, tapping my lips with his big dick, making my mouth immediately open.I knew he was trying to humiliate me, I had read such things in many of the gay stories. Yet like the characters in those stories, I was helpless to do anything but beg. "Please, Malcolm, can I suck your big black cock until you shoot your cum down my cocksucker mouth?" And you understand that once I fill you with my cum, you are.