"Oh, you're going to pay me alright pussy boy but it ain't gonna be with cash. Since you like looking at that gay stuff all day, I'm going to give you... a chance to experience it first hand. Get those shorts off so I can see you wank that puny little white cock of yours." he said. I know I'm no John Holmes but I've never really thought of my cock as puny. Of course, that was by a white man's standard and I was sitting in front of a rather large black man now. I nervously dropped my shorts to. She was going crazy but was conscious. I wanted to waste no time. I begged her to suck me but she refuse as it may mess up and its function time. She did not listen to me and was leaving. I just wanted her to jerk me off and I made her stroke me till I jerk. She was OK with it and held my dick softly and was doing it soft and slowly. My balls started filling up and I was almost at climax. I don’t want any more play and just wanted to cum. I held her hands and shooted all my stuff in her palm. ‘My clit, my clit, lick it, please,’ she begged. Julia’s eyes were glazed with lust and glancing down Belinda noted that the cabbie was tugging at his cock as he probed her. Somehow he had pushed his jeans and undies down until they were bunched around his ankles, prevented from coming off by his shoes. Despite her begging the cabbie was either deliberately teasing her, or sadly unfamiliar with the female anatomy. ‘Lick my clit now or there’s no way you’re going to fuck me,’ she growled. It was. Our lips touched lightly, and I leaned down to cover my mother’s stretch-marked belly in kisses. I lay my head there and let mom caress my hair. We slept like this, still naked and together.***I’ll add some words here after the story is over, since I feel it’s important to understand the differences between reality and what happened in the story. While this was in some ways an attempt at realistic storytelling, it still uses some notable artistic licenses to spice up and describe the.