Me in the mirror room with Stevie. Was I actually kissing the guy? On the mouth? Damn, he was such a girl. The lips, the face, the tongue, the shaggy ...air. The ass. The leather girl ass. Suddenly, I was immobile, kneeling, and his cock was in my mouth. I was sucking on his long white cock as the sensation of separation took me away. Even now, I am separated from the ugly fact a cock had been in my mouth. It wasnt me doing it. Not the everyday me. It was the other me. The dumb ass who was taking. .Short story one: The Rich White Brat.I use to have a condo on the northside of Chicago near Milwaukee and Damen, which is considered a hip part of the city. I was literally walking distance from all the major bars and restaurants, which was good in case I was too drunk to drive home. One Thursday night, I was in a frisky kind of mood so I headed up the local pick up bar "Borderline". Fellas when I say "pick up bar" this place was a fucking meat market, wall to wall white pussy. The weekends. We both belonged to the same caste and religion. My dad was owning a shop of jewelry. So basically, there was no reason for her family to say a NO. Her family was also a well-to-do, so I was quite sure this would get the nod from everyone.It was a Thursday noon. Shruti was finding the right time to break the news to her mom, but her sister was around. So she was taking her time to talk to her mom alone. After some time, her sister went to her tuition. She was much relieved. She went to her. Biting my earlobe she reached down to grasp my now rigid organ. Her palm was so delicate and soft, quite the opposite of my hand from the night before. I stood there letting her play with me, trying to maintain my self-composure. I didn't want to blow my load there in her hand, so I whispered we should get in bed. She giggled, telling me she knew I'd cave.She slipped out of her panties exposing her bright orange landing strip. We pulled the comforter down and met in the middle of the bed. She.