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While I soaked and washed and cleaned myself and my hair I kept watching the camera as it seemed not to be moving as I tried to grab my razor without making a sudden move as I almost cried for what I was about to do as I lathered my landing strip up well before taking the first stroke as my little line of hair disappeared as I kept going making sure to get my pussy lips and surrounding areas very well to make sure I was as bald as possible for what ever he had in mind.
Petite Justine followed her large black Master into the supermarket wearing only a white blouse and red plaid skirt and high heels. Her boyfriend stood and watched as Justine ran her tongue along Patrick's shaft looking up into his beautiful brown eyes. She made love to Patrick's cock, never once looking to her boyfriend. As Patrick started to come, Justine stroked her hand along his shaft as she arched her head back with her mouth wide open. It started with Justine applying lubricant to his cock in long slow strokes, as the awe struck girls sheepishly watched. Justine loved obeying Master Patrick, it had been two full years since she met him and was always ready to serve his wishes.
I lost track of everything except the sensation in my pussy, the feeling of Andre's breath, and the image of his massive black cock tearing me apart. I felt the young man's hands on my head, he wanted me to suck his whole cock in. I want you to swallow every inch of my dick, and if you don't cooperate I will force it in you." With that he placed both hands in my hair and drove his cock to the back of my throat. He told me how good my mouth felt, how sexy I looked with his black cock shoved in my beautiful white face.
I had put an ad on the inter net hoping to find an older married black man that would want to have sex with me for a little while. He carried one of the babies to my car, and when I walked to the driver side of my car I could tell he wanted to touch me. It was wonderful how he communicated exactly what he wanted without asking, his body talked to mine. It felt so good, it felt so passionate, I knew he thought I was sexy and wanted my pussy. I just looked into his eyes and told him, "I'm gonna cum again." He smiled and started moving his hips and I rubbed my clit on his pelvis and my second orgasm hit with almost the same force as the first!
Once I had the heels in place I stood and, wriggling, pulled the skirt as far down upon my hips as I could make it go, straining the little blue and white buttons as I did so. I recalled the note from Chloe saying that a pre-paid taxi had been ordered to take me to the restaurant for my squad dare. All that I wore was the pair of bright red six inch heels, the matching little skirt and the crop top. I swallowed, hard, trying to settle my fluttering tummy, then made for the bar counter trying to look less nervous than I felt, smoothing down my little red skirt with the blue diagonal white starred cross motif.
"Well, Miss Pye," said Coach Lafitte, "The good news for you is that I have a blank replacement visa application here. It felt somehow right that I was here, down on my knees, wet and nude before this large black man, he looming over me, his hands on his hips, looking down on me, waiting for me to attempt to convince him to reapply for my visa. I was a nice, well mannered English girl - the sort that wouldn't say boo to a goose - and yet here I was, kneeling before a large black American man, sucking and licking him as if there were no tomorrow, and getting thoroughly turned on by the whole episode.