1. My Perfect Pet


    Date: 10/27/2014, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Bi-sexual, Black, Gay, Interracial, Author: afroerotik, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    cock again, swallowing it whole; spit dripping from the corners of his mouth as he moaned around every beautiful, black inch of it. The cock in his mouth was so long, so hard, that it was literally being shoved two or three inches down his throat. I positioned myself so that he could see me playing with my hot, wet, pussy but so as not to interfere with the hot action. A white woman came up to me and started licking my pussy without even so much as an introduction let alone my permission. She appeared to be in a daze. I don’t think she was as aroused by watching all the gay fucking as she was jealous that she wasn’t being the gangbang whore that Michael was. It was all speculation of course because she had her face buried in my wet snatch and I was grinding my pussy on her face, using her to get off because I was outrageously aroused by the scene before me. Michael possessed a hunger, a ravenous need that most subs didn’t even understand, let alone were they capable of achieving. I could tell Jomo was on the verge of orgasm because he was pounding harder, moaning loader. I timed my orgasm to match his as he pumped his creamy sperm in Michael and I squirted my juices into the 50 something brunette who was fingering her pussy while licking me. Jomo came. His orgasm was powerful and he deposited his seed deep inside Michael’s guts. Withdrawing his satiated dick, he grabbed Michael by the hair and spun him around, not caring that he was denying Matt the pleasure of his ...
    blowjob. He placed his cock, fresh from a hot, sweaty, shithole on Michael’s lips. He inhaled the aroma deeply. That cock stunk of spunk and ass juice. It wasn’t exactly apparent to me if there were streaks of shit on it but I assumed there were given that the fuck had been so savage and deep. It didn’t seem to matter if there were slight streaks or if it was completely covered in filth, Michael devoured it hungrily. In fact, his oral assault was a bit too aggressive and Jomo pushed him down and staggered away, literally drained after such a vigorous fuck. Undaunted, Michael screamed for more. Matt, warmed up and ready, lay down on the bed. “Climb on this stick, whitey. Ride me, bitch.” Michael straddled Matt, placing his legs on the outside of his strong, muscular thighs and his hands on Matt’s perfectly sculpted chest. He lowered his asshole, now dripping with cum, sore, and gaping open, down onto Matt’s African spear. Pain was an aphrodisiac at that point and he loved the feeling of that black meat piercing his, raw, abused hole. He bounced up and down, furiously, fucking himself on Matt’s cock. Looking down, he could see the impression of Matt’s cock in his stomach. Something about that fact made him feel that much nastier. Throughout the evening, he hadn’t even touched his own cock but the pool of dick snot that collected on Matt’s stomach was no indication of that. He was producing a steady stream of clear precum and his ass was . . . it was wet, actually wet like a woman’s ...
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