’ My breath came in gasps, I placed a finger on her cheek to turn her face, gazing deeply into her intoxicating eyes. ‘I don’t want to go back...,’ I breathed. I took her soft, full lips with abandon. Then my lips moved to her neck as she exhaled deeply and a soft moan escaped her as I slipped the blouse and bra away, exposing her luscious breasts to the first caresses of my hands. She reached up to slip my shirt off my arms and dug her nails into my back as I kissed a teasing path from her. He was outraged. He didn’t care that this human was revered by the people. He thought of me as puny and weak, certainly not worthy of being in a warrior unit of their race.The Unit flags were raised indicating the combatant to get ready for the signal to start. I remained in my casual position, feet apart, left hand on my hip, right hand on my lance which was planted on the floor at my side. For this competition I had pulled my long hair into a pony tail rather than braided which is normal for. " It's hard to explain something you don't understand yourself.Robbie sat up, so that my cock was imprisoned between her butt cheeks and my legs. She looked down at me. And looked right thru me."You've never done it with anybody but Tami." It wasn't a question, just a hard statement of fact."I..." I don't believe it."What did she want? I was only thirteen, How many girls did she think I'd been with? "I..." Hush," she said, laying her forefinger on my lips. "I wasn't making fun of your. He was bald and had milk chocolate colored. Trixie noted the tattoos on his arms and unlike the little dicked white boy his tattoos actually meant something. The tally marks that ran down his arm were the numbers of mixed babies he had fathered….Trixie gasped as she counted, “37”!, the white slut exclaimed, her pussy dripping wet and aching to be invaded by a thick black cock, “he must be a breed master”, she moaned, her orgasm building as she imagined what this short black man was packing in.