My fangs dug into my lower lip in anticipation. A few brave women dared to flirt with me earlier, twisting their tongues in the lewdest manners. None ...would try buying me drinks though. I had seen to that fact sitting in front of three shots of whiskey. I did not want a brazen woman this night. I was looking for something very different, but what I did not really know. Certainly, I had taken my share of lovers, but none were capable of sharing my burden, nor had they wished the pain of being. Her long reddish brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, tucked through the back of her hat. She could feel a small trickle of sweat running down the back of her neck into the collar of her black, golf shirt. All three buttons on the front were undone allowing for a little more air and, she had to admit, a little more cleavage to be shown. Usually it helps with tips, she thought as she chuckled to her self. Now that she was on that train of thought, she wondered why it hadn’t helped. She was. " Do you have a favourite?" asked Stephen in a low whisper."Favourite what?" quizzed Gary, screwing up her face in consternation."Name. Try and keep up, we haven't much time." Listen Stephen, I've had this name for over thirty years now. I've never even had to think about another." Yes, well, it's not good enough at the moment. Perhaps if your name was Tracy or Dana or something else that can easily be feminised if it isn't already kind of unisex, but Gary? It's already difficult enough as it. The whole time he was cumming I continued to jerk him off and milk out every last drop of cum from deep inside his hairy balls. After the fifth or sixth blast I could feel my own cock twitch and I starter to cum inside my panties; without even touching my cock I came from what I was doing and what he was doing to my beautiful face. When this black man was finally done cumming all over my face he zipped up and left, leaving me kneeling in the drops of cum, which fell to the floor of this sleazy.