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Date: 10/22/2014, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: kinghut, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

going on at all. I started stewing a little in the anger that was building in his disregard for my feelings when one Saturday mid-morning, the phone rang. I picked up, a bit ticked because at that time of the morning it was either my mother or telemarketers, and I didn't want to here from either. "Hello?" "Hello. May I please speak to Alisha?" "This is she. Who is this?" "Ben." "Who?" "Ben. Oh, Al." My heart skipped a beat. I had been waiting for this phone call for over a month, but I really didn't expect it to come. I was so excited I wanted to jump off the bed. I calmed myself down enough to try to enjoy the conversation but couldn't stop the irritation I was feeling from seeping into my voice. After we did the pleasantries, I immediately began inquiring about where he'd been the past month. I told him about how I'd been calling him (I'm sure he knew from the messages I'd left him) and how I was upset that he didn't respond back. He gave me some cock-and-bull story about how his phone had gotten shut off and he lost my number for awhile and he had just found it and blah, blah, blah. At that point, it didn't matter anymore. I was just happy that I was finally able to talk to him again and didn't want to scare him off with a jealousy that was unfounded. After all, we weren't dating and he didn't have any ties to me, but I felt a sense of ownership over him that was ridiculous. We started our usual dialogue once again and this continued until the end of November. Once ... again, the question of when we could finally see each other face-to-face arose. This time, I was a little cautious. What if I met him and he just disappeared again? I'd be very hurt and would probably never speak to him again. On the other hand, there was the chance that we could see each other and get a good relationship going or at least have a really good fuck buddy. That possibility outweighed all my other rational senses. I agreed to meet him but told him since I didn't have a car, he'd have to come to my side of town. He told me that was fine and that I would just have to tell him where we would meet or he could come pick me up from my house. I was already cutting it thin by agreeing to meet him and didn't want to press my luck by telling him where I lived just yet. I explained to him how to get to my house, which motel I wanted this rendezvous to commence at and what time to meet me. All this would happen in one week's time. The Saturday of our agreed upon meeting date couldn't come soon enough. I talked to him earlier in the day and he described all the things he wanted to do to me. I was still feeling a little hesitant of going to see him but figured if I was really afraid he was going to do something, I could always take a weapon. Even if he kills me, I was going to do my damndest to fuck him up. I picked out my outfit, which was nothing but jeans and a T-shirt, and picked out my sexiest pair of panties that I just knew would turn him on. I decided against wearing a bra ...