This time my hand cupped your pussy and a finger began to slide up and down your slit. I could feel you spread your legs, inviting my fingers deeper. ...Your juices began to flow freely and I could feel your arousal mounting. Your hair smelled so good as it fell across my face. I was so happy to hold you in my arms.As I felt you tremble with arousal, I too was becoming more and more aroused. I love it when you're aroused and love to bring you to orgasm, and I wanted that for you now. At the same. Paul had no idea that just 30 minutes ago another guy had just cum in my mouth.I sucked him like the naughty American girl Paul was always wanting to meet I guess. He was ready to blow his load and I told him the same thing that I told Tony. And now I had Paul unload his cum in my mouth. I sucked every drop out of him, cleaned him and he was still semi hard. Paul wanted to fuck me and asked if we could do it now.He tried gropping me, fondling me and I let him have some fun and as soon as he. Hallwell, a white-haired matron who also wrote the poor stories that my wife so eagerly captured on film, patted me on the back."The first male inside this studio in well over two days."I smiled back, more out of politeness than out of any genuine security I felt in knowing that I was the only man in the midst of four - or God forbid, five - liberated pussies. Much as I wanted to convey the impression that I was nervous and antagonistic, I found myself acting as if I enjoyed the. My pussy was almost burning on fire and wet from the anticipation of finally living out my fantasies of being fucked by a black man."Let's git' that little white ass inside." Rashad ordered."Yes, okay." I simply answered.At the time, I just wanted sex. I wanted sex with a hot black guy just for the experience, and to say I lived out one of my little fantasies. Never did I expect the incredible effect it would have on me. Slowly, I walked inside Rashad's little house like I was his servant.When.