Had he trained me to be a cock slut already.. surely not.. but I found myself moving my face at him harder and deeper each time “look b*o, this bitc...h is a natural she cant get enough of our black cock” I felt his trusts get a little more forceful and I knew what was coming... “suck it bitch... suck it... fucking take it slut” he was saying as he thrusted deeper... his groans got louder and his balls started to twitch... suddenly he grabbed the back of my head and thrust his whole cock down my. Just enough. Then I move further south, leaving random, soft kisses down your chest, then your stomach. Up again, feathery kisses trailing across your skin, feeling your heat, breathing in your scent. Your heart is starting to pump a little harder, your breathing shallower and more sporadic. I kiss my way back down. I can see your arousal outlined in your jeans and I lean down, placing a kiss on it, smiling as you groan and involuntarily flex. I love exerting my power over you, seeing your body. It’s all a bit airy fairy. Of course, he gets leave. Every six months for a month. It doesn’t do much for married life, I can tell you.’ Carol sighed again and Paul patted her hand in a gesture of consolation. She had come round to the cottage with a music centre that needed repairing. ‘I know these days it’s very unfeminist, but I’m hopeless at that kind of thing.’ ‘What’s wrong with it?’ ‘It won’t work,’ Carol wailed. ‘Is there power going in?’ ‘How would I know?’ Paul pointed to the music. ..yeah....right. No prob Sheryl," he stammered in reply."Oh goodie, I'm glad to hear that. You're a pretty girl Heidi and Ilike you. I have a friend that will just go gaga over you. I can'twait for you to meet her," she said gleefully."OMG! What the fuck did I say? I should have told her I'm straight andgotten the hell out of here. Now I'm stuck and who the hell is shetalking about?" his mind screamed at him.She handed him a large glass of rum punch, grabbed his free hand and ledhim out.