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Brad figured he’d struck gold. He was handsome, athletic, made decent grades
in school and—most importantly—his girl was Emily, whom he secretly considered
a goddess. He guarded against being
overly solicitous toward her, but more often than not, as regards to how they
spent their time, Emily got her way. If
Brad wanted to go to a movie but Emily wanted to attend a party, they attended
the party. Once Brad wanted to take
Emily to a baseball game, but she wanted to go to the ice rink (a place Brad
hated); they ended up at the ice rink.
Since they usually had sex on their dates, Brad felt he was still ahead
of the game. One day Emily wanted to go
to the beach, but what was odd was that she didn’t want to go to the local
beach; she wanted to go to another one ten miles distant where there tended to
be a larger number of ethnic people, particularly black. Brad recalled that Emily had been friendly
with some black people in the past, shrugged it off and agreed to take her to
the distant beach. They got there early
when few people were there, swam in the water, ran along the shore. Brad took this picture of her and immediately
posted it to his social media accounts to show her off. Then the time came for some sunbathing and
Emily got out her big pink beach towel (another thing Brad hated). Truth be told, Brad didn’t much care for this
beach. He also didn’t appreciate this
goofy black guy—a complete stranger who introduced himself as Deshaun--coming
around and insisting on making conversation with them. But what Brad disliked most of all was the
way Emily was engaging with Deshaun, doing everything to keep the conversation
going. Brad suddenly had to piss, so he
went away hoping Deshaun would be gone upon his return. When Brad returned, all he saw was a big pink
beach towel and nobody on it. His
peripheral vision caught a quick glimpse of Emily and Deshaun just passing
beyond a rock barrier into a secluded spot.
What the fuck! If Emily wanted to
make out with some BLACK GUY she’d just met, Brad was done with her. His initial reaction was inspired: take the car home and leave Emily at the
beach. That would have been hilarious,
but it wasn’t good enough. He wanted to
tell Emily to her face just what a faithless whore she was, that she was
nothing but a low-grade dogfart and she could keep the dark dude for all he
cared. It took Brad five minutes to
formulate a speech but, when he was ready, he made his way to the secluded
spot. Several yards before he reached
it, however, he heard Emily whimpering in pain as she told Deshaun he was
putting too much of it in her at once, please go slower. This stopped Brad dead in his tracks. Then he peeked over the rocks and could see
that things had proceeded quickly.
Emily’s legs were wrapped around Deshaun’s back and her pussy was split
wide open with Deshaun’s huge cock buried in her. Brad could watch no more than fifteen seconds
of this, he was feeling so sick. He
walked back to the pink towel and sat down dazed. Still feeling sick ten minutes later, he
realized that he wasn’t going to leave Emily behind--he was going to wait
however long Deshaun wanted to use her. And
he wasn’t going to tell her off or, in fact, confront her over where she had
been or what she’d been doing. Not now
and not ever. The thought of Emily
dumping him was unbearable--and she really would dump him if he acted like a
loser. Things were going to be different
with Emily from now on, but being frequently allowed in the presence of a
goddess required some sacrifices.
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The preparations had taken hours: dress, hair, make-up were all carefully done
and there was time for a few pics before the prom. Emily’s date was Marcus, a black guy she had
been seeing for a while. As Marcus took
photos of her, she took this opportunity to observe him, marveling over what a
fine and handsome dude he was, so fit and with such clear dark skin. She also caught a quick glance at the big
bulge in his trousers, which made her think of his beautiful dick which
measured somewhere between nine and ten inches long and was very large in
circumference; never had she gotten the whole thing in her mouth, though she’d
tried. “Emily, are you all right? You’re zoning out over there.” In response she laughed: it was at this moment that Marcus snapped the
pic shown here. Then Emily formulated a
plan. She knew that they would fuck
later that night, but she wanted something of him now. She was being a fool: her hair would lose most of its curl and her
make-up would need to be reapplied, but she couldn’t wait. She had to work carefully, however, if she
wanted to be successful. She walked over
to Marcus, put her arm around him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Then she placed her right hand on his chest
and moved it slowly downward to his big beautiful bulge while staring at it. “Shit, Emily, there’s no time for that!” She had to get him hard as soon as possible: that was the key to overcoming his
resistance. To keep him from talking, she
gave him a slow, deep, long kiss on the lips, all the while lightly stroking
the bulge in his pants. He quickly got
harder, and his resistance melted away. When
he was mostly hard, she deftly unzipped his fly and extracted his fat black
cock. Although it was hard now, she needed
to get it rock-hard. Running her hand
gently over his shaft, she focused on the head; once it was throbbing and
leaking pre-cum, she made her boldest move yet.
Turning to face him and squatting in front of him, she quickly took his
black man meat into her mouth. It was sheer
delight for her to feel the spongy black flesh of his cock throbbing in her
mouth; he tasted so good and so did his precum.
She knew if she could keep him rock-hard, he would be rooted to the spot
for as long as she wanted him there. For
ten minutes his cock never left her mouth and she was able to get all but two
inches in, all the while keeping him rock hard.
She was mindful of time, however, and wanted to give Marcus a reward for
being so nice. Working specifically on
the head, she used her mouth and tongue to bring his cum up from his balls
through the entire length of his shaft. With
all the strength in her arms, she clutched his hips firmly so he couldn’t force
his cock down her throat or have it escape her mouth and shoot semen on her
dress. She held steadily on as Marcus
began to buck uncontrollably and she kept her gullet wide open as jet after jet
of his thick beautiful sperm made their way into her mouth, down her throat and
into her stomach.
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Emily desperately needed to get fucked one night, but she
didn’t want to sound desperate or needy to her black friend, whom she fucked
now and then. So she put on a cute
outfit she’d bought that day, got out her cell, found the dimmest, crappiest
lighting source available and snapped the selfie shown here. To this pic she attached a text that read,
“Do you like this outfit I bought today?” and sent it on. (This was the bait). “I can’t really see how you look with that
dim lighting, Emily. The next time you
come over, wear it and show me then.”
“OK. When I come over, be sure to
remind me to show you something else.”
(This was the hook.) He was
intrigued and told her to come over in half an hour. (Success!)
When Emily arrived, they chatted a bit and she modeled her outfit
(mostly the shorts). Without a word, she
turned her back to him and began to grind her hips, then to twerk, quite well,
as it turned out. Her friend instinctively
knew this was the “something else” she meant to show him. Already his dick was getting hard. Then she backed up even closer to him and
bent over to touch her toes. He swatted
her ass for being such a smart-ass, then he pulled her shorts down so he could
swat her better. Her pussy was getting
wet now and he could smell it, so he pulled her panties aside and slowly stuck
his fingers inside her. After a while,
she sat on his lap and ground down on him until he was totally hard. She unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock
and put it inside her. Yes! This was the relief she was craving. She didn’t care if her friend thought her a
bitch or a slut, she needed this badly.
Her twerking skills came into play as she rode his cock with rhythm and
grace, climaxing again and again. When
she felt her friend’s cock beginning to throb inside her, she sat all the way
down on him as he shot his sperm deep inside her pussy.
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