“Hello there, I see you're all alone and it's not a safe neighborhood.” I turned seeing a black man, either in his late teens or early twenties w...alking toward me. He was bare chested, wearing tight jean shorts and sandals.“You are right it is kind of scary.” The black muscular tall guy had caught up to me and standing beside me. “Are you offering to walk me home?” I asked.“Yes I am. Where do you live? By the way my name is Evan. I live six blacks east and north of here. Do you live. I am a young black male with a high sex drive so I could beat 4-5 times a day. So after touching my dick it gets a little boring. One guy comes up and see's me jackin off and he reaches in and strokes me slowly while looking around. The feeling was so intense and this just made me want to fuck but he walked away briefly. So after beating off in random booths I was ready to commit to fucking. As I walk past the videos I see the guy who wants me to fuck. He was a short hispanic guy, a lil. The reality of the situation hit him - he was going to be this man's prison bitch. He was going to be little more than a prisoner's sex slave until he either got out of prison or he died."I haven't got time for this shit, faggot. You can get over here and start licking my dick, or you can keep crying like a stupid girl whilst I ruin your asshole. It's up to you. I don't really give a shit as long as my thick cock gets a warm hole to fuck, you got me?"James let out another heart wrenching sob,. I carried her over to the bed, gently laying her down. I felt her hands find the buttons of my shirt, her fingers greedily opening each one. We did not break our kiss till I felt her hand grasp my cock. "Master, I need you now! Please make love to me." she pleaded while nibbling my ear. Her hand guided my cock between her hungry wet pussy lips. I felt the heat from her as I entered her hot tunnel. It felt like her pussy muscles were pulling me in deep. "Master, oh Master, please fuck me,.