Archives for September 2007
Pimped Black Chick
Pimped Ebony
I knew what
guys expect of girls in this position, and I had it in mind to give it to
him, too, but one wants one’s own share of the action. I could barely bring
myself to talk–not wanting to interrupt the flow, so to speak, but said:
“Can I have a turn too?” And–oh, diary! He reached down and clasped both
of my shoulders, and said, “Anything you want–and you don’t have to do
anything you don’t want!” Well, you see, it was worth the risk of asking.
My knight in shining armor. I felt better about going down on him, then,
which I have pretty well managed to avoid doing with Chuck…
So, diary, where were we? Oh, yes! Kneeling on the floor in front of a
fine knight, with his cock in my hand! So I decided to give him the best I
could do. At five-thirty in the afternoon, you know, a man’s jockey shorts
tend to go a bit sour, and Tom’s penis smelled a bit like sweat and old
pee. But to my surprise, for once I found this actually exciting. I held
his scrotum gently in my left hand, and gently took each testicle into my
mouth, then slowly ran my tongue all the way up the underside of eight good
inches of visibly throbbing penis. At the tip, I looked up and found him
gazing intently down at me with his beautiful eyes. Watching him watch, I
parted my lips and let my head slide gently down onto his cock, feeling it
fill my mouth and press against my tongue.
Mature Ebony Riding White Cock
Ebony XXX Gal
They
aren’t _huge_, just _real nice_, and have held up beautifully for all that
I’m, I admit it, forty. I gave them to him to play with, and he was _such_
a gentleman, always trying to give the one as much attention as the other.
He would lean forward and lift one to his mouth, and I would arch my back
and let him suck like a baby until the nipple stood up high and goose bumps
raced around on my shoulders–then switch sides until both nipples looked
the same. Ah, diary, it was Heaven! Then we kissed some more, and he put
his tongue deep in my mouth, which was not as much fun for me, but I know
better than to state my preferences on a first date.
Next, I–but do I have to tell this part? Diary, you are so cruel! Next
I curled my thumb and forefinger around his thrumming cock, and slowly
cruised them up and down the shaft. He leaned back in the rocker and
moaned, and thrust out his pelvis, fairly aiming at my face.
She Got XXX Pimped
She Got XXX Pimped
Tom tried to talk his way out of it even then, but I just put my mouth
up to his and kissed him, and he simply melted! Didn’t grab at me like
Chuck does, just stood there all atremble and gently put his tongue in my
mouth. I guided his hands onto my breasts, and the bulge in his pants
became even more noticeable. I felt so dizzy I could hardly stand,
but somehow I managed to find his zipper and get it undone. I put my
right hand in and freed a nice manly medium-sized penis, and held it while
we kissed and kissed.
Well, diary, I suppose you know the rest–oh, you want more? Insatiable
hussy! All right, well, I helped Tom out of his pants and made him sit in
Chuck’s chair–the only one in the office with arms and that has that
rocking motion. I knelt right in front of him–I can’t believe I’m saying
this, but it’s just what I did–and held my arms straight up, and he helped
me out of the cashmere. I reached back and unhooked my bra–the blue silky
low-cut one that I use with the sweater–and he looked like his eyes would
pop out his head when my boobs settled on his lap in all their glory.
Nailed Ebony Chick
Nailed Ebony Chick
Tom didn’t hear my move, but he set the printout down with a shaky hand
and turned as if to go. I leaned back on the door, with my hands behind me.
I had on my most effective sweater, the v-neck with just a hint of
cleavage, a light blue cashmere, and matched it with the most vulnerable
expression my face could manage. It’s a man-killer; has worked on Chuck
every time on, well, _lots_ of occasions, and gotten me out of a lot of
speeding tickets too. Tom could hardly throw poor little me aside and run
away, so he had to hear me out…and I made a point of not talking too
much. I just lowered my eyelashes, and said I needed a hug, and got one,
too, and though he tried to hold himself away and just squeeze my
shoulders, I snuggled up my “best features” to his chest, and managed to
put an arm around his lower back and pull his hips in a little closer (just
like high school days!) and, yep, sure enough, he had a serious bulge in
his pants already.