I was hungry for another one* She arrived over about 20 minutes later, she was wearing a nice skin tight dress that showed her curves incredibly well ...with nights tights underneath. When she started having a few drinks with us we all started sharing fuck stories we had experience and then looked at her BF John and walked over and sat next to me and started stroking my already semi hard cock through my pants. She stared into my eyes intensely and then said "come on boys, lets head to your bedroom. I move my hand to grip the back of your throat tightly. You scream harder. I speed up my pace, pulling your hip onto my cock as I thrust forward. I push you forwards pining you between my body and the door...I pull out of you and sit on the toilet, you slide yourself ontop of me and start to bounce up and down on my cock. I grab you boobs and caress your nipples with my tongue whilst you ride my long shaft. You push your chest forward as I your pussy tightens around my cock. You moan loader and. It is purely fiction and strictly for fantasy purposes.Any resemblance to any actual people or situations is completely coincidental.Since the activities described are non-consensual they should NOT, in myopinion, take place in real life, and would in fact be illegal and, as faras I'm concerned, immoral. However, some people, including me, enjoy fantasizing about such things.So I present this story as an artistic release of one of my many fantasiesthat roam through my mind. It has depictions of. “Yes, Black Poppa.”“Good, now what’s your name again?” Womack asked.“I’m Kelly Fuckdoll.”“And who do you belong to bitch?”“You Black Poppa.”“Now that’s better. Nothing like seeing a bitch find her place.” He fired up another cannabis-laced cigar and stated. “Now the way I see it, I saved you from Blacktown, dressed you up all pretty and shit, and even gave you a name to answer to. Black Poppa’s done a lot for you bitch, now how do you plan to repay me?” He asked as he stroked the large bulge in.