October 2006

Being an attractive Japanese woman, I get a lot of offers for sex. 
I’m only about five feet tall, but I’m in great shape.  My tits are
small and firm, my hair is black with red highlights, and I’ve got a
pretty sexy mouth, if I do say so myself.  Add to that the fact that
I’m thirty, but don’t look a day over twenty-one, and you can guess I’m
a pretty hot property.  So I had my share of offers.  But the one thing
I really wanted - and had never gotten - was a black man.

I had heard, like everyone else, that black men had really big dicks. 
And while I wasn’t one for stereotyping, I found the image of dark skin
against light very arousing, and I wouldn’t have minded a nice big cock
either.  When I met Tyrone, I was all over him in a heartbeat.  I think
I kind of surprised him, coming on so strong, but I wanted him bad.  He
was much taller than me - about six foot one, with skin the color of
the earth, broad lips, and big, strong hands.  I took him home with me
that night.

I practically tackled him onto the bed as we kissed, Tyrone’s hands
rubbing all over my body.  I was so wet already, and I pressed my hips
down against his, grinding my clit against the line of his stiff cock
until I came.  “Damn,” he whispered, kissing his way down to my pretty
tits, “you are one hot woman.”  I smiled in pleasure, pulling off my
shirt to allow him easier access.

We left the lights on so I could watch, and it was totally erotic
watching his mouth as he sucked my tits, his hands moving over my arms
and mouth.  His skin was warm to the touch, and I pushed his shirt off
his shoulders and kissed his chest, looking at the way my petite hand
lay on his dark skin.  I moved lower, pulling anxiously at the buckle
of his pants.  He wasn’t wearing underwear, so when he lifted his hips
so I could pull off his pants, his cock sprang out at me.

And believe me when I tell you that the rumors are true.  Tyrone’s
prick was a good eight inches long, and as thick around as my wrist. 
The skin on it was even darker than on the rest of his body.  I wrapped
my hand around it instantly, squeezing so my fingers would meet, and
sucked the head into my mouth.

“You look so sexy with my dick in your mouth,” Tyrone said, tilting
his head so he could watch me as I enveloped his length between my
lips.  I smiled up at him.  He pushed his hands through my hair,
brushing it aside softly so it fell to the side of my face as I pulsed
my tongue against his cockhead and pumped my hand up and down the shaft.

“You’d better stop or I’m gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours,”
he said after a while. I could feel that his balls were hot and tight. 
“And I want to fuck that sweet cunt of yours.”

Okay, so the other stereotype about black men is that they don’t eat
pussy, right?  Uh-uh.  Not Tyrone.  As soon as I pulled my mouth of his
dick, he had rolled me over and his face was buried between my thighs. 
He sucked on my clit, working it between his lips and thrusting his
broad tongue inside me.  I must have come at least five times,
drenching his face with my juices, bucking my hips and pulling at my
nipples.

“Fuck me now, please,” I moaned.  I had to feel his cock inside me.  I
didn’t have to ask him twice.  He moved up my body so his cockhead was
pressing against my pussy lips, and pushed into me with one long stroke.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my feet against his tight
ass and letting him bury his cock inside me.  “Baby, you are so tight
and so wet and so damn hot,” Tyrone groaned.  He lay still for a
moment, letting me adjust to his big prick.  I wiggled anxiously under
him.

“Fuck me,” I said again, moving my hips against him, encouraging him. 
Tyrone started to push in and out of my sopping pussy.  He felt like he
was stretching me in a million different directions at once, and it
made me come again, without even touching my clit.  His big balls
bounced against my ass as he pressed himself inside me, me grabbing his
strong shoulders and bucking back against him.

“I’m gonna come, baby, feel it,” he groaned.  I held still, squeezing
my cunt even tighter around his cock and let him release himself inside
me, his dick jerking around as his cum poured into and then out of me,
oozing over the sides of his dick and leaking down to my ass.  I held
him inside me until he was hard again, and then we did it all over
again, except with me on top that time.

Oh yeah, and Tyrone and I?  We’re still together.  His big dick is the
perfect match for my small pussy.

My pussy was already dripping wet by the time Vlad and I lay down on
the bed.  I could feel his hard, uncircumcised cock pressing against my
thigh as his hands rubbed over his body.  His pale, Norwegian skin
seemed to glow against the dark chocolate of my tits.  When he bent to
suck on my stiff nipples, his blond hair fell forward onto my cleavage.
His hands probed between my thighs, and when he found me wet and
ready, he moaned and I felt his cock throb.  A small trickle of pre-cum
slipped out of the foreskin and slid down my leg.

My friend Liza had met and fucked Vlad when she had been in Europe the
year before.  “You have to call him,” she had told me.  “There are no
black chicks over there, and he goes crazy when he gets a chance to
fuck someone who looks like us.”

Vlad was definitely hot for me.  His dick felt like hot iron against
my leg, and he was rubbing it back and forth as he sucked on my big
brown tits and rubbed my sweet pussy.  I felt shivers of pleasure
racing from my clit as his large, talented hands worked over it.  I
felt so dirty fucking a foreigner like this, making him crazy with my
exotic skin and hair.

Keeping his fingers moving over my clit, Vlad kissed his way down my
stomach.  He wrapped my legs around the back of his head, my ankles
rubbing against his silky blond hair.  He parted my soft pink cunt lips
with his thumbs and sucked my clit between his soft lips, teasing the
hard bud with the tip of his tongue.  I shuddered in pleasure, letting
loose a flood of juices into his mouth as I came.  He let go of my clit
and lapped at my cunt instead.  His tongue was so big it felt like it
covered me, all the way from my asshole to my clit, with each lick.  I
had my fingers tangled in his hair and was humping his face.  I
couldn’t stop coming.

Finally Vlad moved back up and rolled over onto his back.  I wrapped
my hand around his thick cock and pulled the sexy foreskin back,
exposing his pink cockhead.  I slurped it for a second, but I really
wanted his cock in my pussy.  I straddled his hips and held his cock
steady as I slid my cunt down onto him like a sheath covering a sword.

Vlad moaned, his eyes dark as he grasped my hips and we started
fucking.  He was muscular and strong, and he lifted me easily up and
down his pale pole.  His dick was warm and thick and throbbing inside
me.  He leaned up to tongue my tits some more as I rubbed my clit.

After I had come once more, Vlad told me he wanted to do it from
behind.  When I got off his cock, I saw that my juices had coated his
entire rod, and even dripped down onto his heavy, swaying balls.  I got
on all fours and he eased into me from behind.  It felt great having
him in my cunt again, even though he had only been out for a few
minutes. 

Vlad rubbed my ass as he stroked in and out of my pussy.  His balls
slapped my clit and my tits jounced wildly as our tempo increased.  I
felt his dick starting to throb, but instead of coming inside me, he
pulled out and shot his load all over my ass.  Then he bent forward and
licked his creamy white cum all over my soft brown skin.  I had gotten
a lot of traveling tips before I left to go abroad, but calling Vlad
had definitely been the best one.

I expect nothing.  The sun is hot, the light ugly.  I walk, when I can,
in the shade of shopfronts.  My face is tight.  I hope for nothing.  I
see women whose money has made them old.  Bright scarves shame their
skin, creamy powder clogs their eyes’ fine wrinkles, heavy earrings,
chokers, bend down their necks.  Sweat drips from my fingers, and am I
like them?  I see men whose eyes make me old.  Taut, vicious boys in
suits glance at me once, but not again.  Slow, dreamy blacks with
deep-creased hands hold my gaze, and their faces don’t change at all. 
When shoulders brush my shoulders I feel bruised.  The lunch hour crowd
returning from work in its good, painful shoes nearly crushes me, could
have trampled me on the pavement.  Assholes with ponytails and
twittering shopgirls clatter up behind me and past, busy, sexless and
quick.  I stop walking.  I didn’t see him.  Sure, who would want to? 
Filthy bum. Smiling.  Things in his mustache.  Why look at a thing like
that?  Why look at a thing like me?

“Lady?  Find the Lady?”  “No.”     “Three chances to find the Lady,
lady.  Double your money.  Little money down.”  “No.”  I’m still
standing there.  He’s reaching up.  The cracks in his fingers are
black, his fingers are yellow.  Filth-yellow.  Gray-yellow.  Dirtier
than money.  I put money in them, smooth money too old to rustle.  It’s
gone like that.  He’s all business, now, he doesn’t smile.

“Three cards, lady.”  He lays them out.  “Which one’s the Lady?  Which
one’s the Queen of Joy?”    I point, not with my hand.  My small foot,
five white piggies, crushed to a point, points at the middle card.  My
blue shoe, my blue-green office shoe points for me.  It matches my
scarf, my bag.  “No, lady, not the deuce, we want to find the the Lady.
Show me my pretty Lady, I know I lost her somewhere here.”  I haven’t
looked, my eyes are just above his head, it could be any card.  He
doesn’t have to cheat to fool me.  I point again, twitch to the left.

“No, my lady, we want something softer than diamonds.  Not the seven. 
Find the Lady.  Try, lady.”  I look.  He’s looking back.  His lost eyes
only show their blackness, white and iris gone in folds of old skin. 
He’s sweating, same as me, same as everyone, water glinting in his
ruined cheeks, his neck.  He’s not all that old.  Maybe forty?  Less?

“I guess it must be the third card.  That one.”  “You, lose, lady, not
there, not that one.  So much for double your money.  Too bad.  Thought
you were a lucky lady.”  I’m still standing there.  I wanted to see
her.  He shuffles up the cards, glances up the street, forgets me.  “I
want to play again.”  “How’s that?”  “I’ll play again.”  I hold out
money.  “Three chances.  Double my money.  I’ll play.”

“Tell you what.”  The money’s gone. “I like you, lady.  Why don’t I
show you where she lives.”  Impossible to look at that face, or look
away.  Gray, street color, and the inside of the mouth like a wound,
like a flayed thing.  The wet stone eyes again, lost, unreachable;
broken, unfixable. And the body.  Squat, smashed.  The fat, blunt
fingers, clever at small things, tricky. The swollen legs and shapeless
trunk.  “I like you, lady.”  “Show me the Queen.”  It doesn’t surprise
me.  The instant before, I know exactly what I asked for, what I’m
getting, and his hand is on my shin.  My leg jerks, but not away.  His
fingers are like smooth wood.  They catch on my panty hose.  He
strokes, lightly.    “There’s the Lady.  There’s the Queen.”  My own
face twists.  Water breaks from my eyes like glass chips.  What could
make me want this?  What, ever?  There are people in the street, am I
this lost?  Am I this far from safety, from cleanness, white sheets?  I
hope he will reach higher.  I hope his thick thumb finds my dirty,
wrinkled part.  I hope he presses softly in, past the labia’s weak
protest, deep.  My shoulders shake, desperate, and I gasp and choke. 
He strokes, still gentle, up, under my pretty skirt’s stiff rim.  

“That’s my pretty Queen of Joy.”  Desperate, I stare up the street.  If
one face sees me I will become sane, will know I am being groped by a
bum and lose myself in disgust.  But no one looks.  I realise I am
completely safe.  No decent eye will see this ugliness of the street. 
By this mad act I have become the city’s filth, as invisible as my
starving attacker.  He tugs down my cotton panties, twiddles with my
hair.  I could dare to moan.  I moan.  The louder I am, the deafer the
walkers become.  Only prurient tourists hear.  I sink to my knees, and
he finds the open place.  Filth.  His fingernail leaves traces of
contagion in my softest flesh.  Vile.  He slides all the way out, shows
me a bunch of three fingers, shoves that in.  He has his own cock out
now, and his stroke with himself is faster, more casual than with me. 
It looks exactly like the last cock I saw, dark-headed, small, twisting
a little away from him.  I am so full now that I feel my body is half
his.  His fingers move independently inside me, rubbing against each
other like a clutch of brother snakes.  Then the fourth slides in.  Its
nail catches, a little stab.  My teeth grind, the water on my face is
half tears, half spittle.  I cry out as if for childbirth or death.

After I come I stay, with him inside me.  I watch him, and he looks
down at himself, at the site of his own pleasure.  He leaves his hand
sunk in me, moving a little, and pumps up and down on himself.  I look.
I want to see this act when desire is finished.  I try to know exactly
what grossness I have done.  I try to relearn disgust.  I can’t.  When
his semen flies, two drops land on my skirt.  I touch one.  His cries
are strained and quiet, and he slumps against the grey wall, then looks
up at me.  Now he smiles, and, God, I see his browning, narrow teeth. 
“You’re quite a lady, Lady.”  He takes his hand out of me, but I still
don’t stand for a while.  I raise the hand that touched his semen to my
mouth.  My damp hand shakes.  No one walks past.  Though no one looked
at us, still we have cleared the street.  I struggle up, survey the
ruin of my hose.

“Well, Lady, I sure hope to see you.  Hey?”

I go.  I leave my purse.  My face is wet and red, my feet stagger.  I
try smiling at a lady I pass. The invisibility’s still working.  I’m
inhuman for the duration.  The sun hits my body, the stink of trash
fills my lungs, and I walk faster and faster.  At the corner I turn,
and I must know this street but it looks different.  I put my head down
and watch my blue-green shoes click on the pavement.  I turn another
way, half run, half drag.  I can’t say where I’m headed.  How could I
possibly go back to work?  How could I possibly hope to find home?

“What is this place?” Lauren asked, looking around.  She and Marya
were standing in a clearing, surrounded by large rocks.  “It looks like
Stonehenge.”

Marya nodded.  The moonlight silhouetted her body through her sheer
white dress, and Lauren could see the dark mound of her muff and her
large, rosy nipples.  “It’s the same kind of thing.  Amazing, isn’t it?
If you stand still enough, you can feel the earth vibrating.”

Lauren tried to keep her smirk to herself.  Marya had always been a
little flighty.  But as she looked at her friend’s sexy, feminine
silhouette in the night, she had to admit she felt a throbbing of
sorts, but it wasn’t from the earth.  “I heard Druids had lesbian
rituals sometimes,” she said.  She walked over to Marya, who was
staring at the sky and cupped her tits in her hands.  Her thumbs traced
over Marya’s nipples.  They were already hard, but as Lauren’s fingers
danced over them Marya shuddered in pleasure.

“They did.  And they used to make love right where we’re standing.  In
the middle of the stones,” Marya nodded.  Lauren bent down and captured
one of Marya’s nipples in her mouth, licking it through the gauzy
material of her dress.  Marya moaned and tangled her fingers in
Lauren’s soft hair.  “Yes, just like that,” she whispered.

The women fell to the ground, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies
as they removed their clothes.  The earth was warm and slightly damp
under their skin, and the grass tickled Lauren’s thighs as she rolled
onto her back, taking Marya with her.  As Marya tongued Lauren’s
breasts, tracing obscure patterns with her tongue and teasing her
nipples, Lauren slipped her hand between Marya’s legs.

Marya’s cunt was wide and wet and ready, and Lauren thrust a finger
inside her damp, hot cave.  Marya shuddered in pleasure, letting out a
low cry into the night.  She sucked as much of Lauren’s breast into her
mouth as she could as Lauren continued fingering her pussy.  Her thumb
pressed against Marya’s clit, flicking back and forth rapidly until
Marya groaned again and came, thrusting her hips against Lauren’s
probing fingers.

Reverently, Marya kissed her way down Lauren’s body.  Lauren spread
her legs as Marya knelt between them as though she were worshipping her
pussy.  Lauren’s thighs were wet with arousal, and Marya licked them
clean before slipping her tongue inside Lauren’s slit.  She ate
Lauren’s pussy rapidly, licking expertly until Lauren exploded on her
tongue, more juices sliding down her face.

“Come here,” Marya said.  She stood and she and Lauren ran naked in
the moonlight to a large stone in the middle of the circle.  She lay on
the top and pulled Lauren on top of her so each woman’s face was
pressed against the other’s pussy.  They ate each other out, moans of
delight lost in the folds of the other’s cunt, clits and thighs
trembling. 

The moonlight illuminated the women’s creamy, smooth skin as they lay
together on the stone.  Their hands ran over each other’s bodies,
Lauren’s fingers dancing along Marya’s full breasts, Marya’s playing
between Lauren’s thighs.  They were in a magical place and they knew
the ancient secrets.

In the hopes of meeting some women, I had signed up for a ballroom
dancing class.  Unfortunately, I guess a few other guys had had the
same idea, because there were more women than men, and I usually ended
up dancing with the instructor.  Not that I minded, because the
instructor happened to be a pretty young Japanese woman named Misha. 
She was a great dancer, and had a hot body, and more than once as we
skimmed around the room with my hands on her slender waist, I had to
stand back so she wouldn’t feel the boner pressing against my pants.

Included in the price of the class were some private lessons, so of
course I requested that they be with Misha.  All alone in the studio,
we worked on my technique.  Her long black hair flowed loose down her
back, hanging all the way to her pert ass.  She was fairly short, so I
could just see the tops of her breasts under her loose red top, and
they looked to be just about a handful, the perfect size in my book. 
“You need to concentrate more,” Misha scolded me, just as I was peering
down her top to try to get a peek at her nipples.

She pulled me closer, and then her eyes went wide as she felt my
throbbing erection pressing against her stomach.  I blushed and Misha
pulled away, walking over to the CD player.  At first I thought she was
pissed and was going to end the lesson, but then she put on a sexier CD
and came back over to me.  She ground her hips against my cock as we
danced, and I bent over and kissed her.

Misha moaned like she hadn’t been kissed in a long time, molding her
slim body to mine.  Getting bold, I reached up and cupped one of her
tits in my hand.  Just as I had thought, it was a perfect fit.  I
rolled the nipple around with my finger, my dick pulsing as she moaned
some more.  Misha slid her hands down my body as she fell to her knees
on the smooth wooden floor of the dance studio.  Her slender fingers
quickly unfastened my pants and she freed my hard-on.

Without wasting any time, Misha wrapped her lips and her fingers
around my shaft.  She sucked on my cockhead while she pumped my dick. 
I stroked my fingers through her hair, feeling the soft silk falling
through my fingers as I watched her working my cock.  Her eyes were
closed in pleasure, and her warm, wet lips looked great wrapped around
my dick.  I was so turned on that I came quickly, filling my pretty
dance instructor’s mouth with my hot cum, which she swallowed eagerly. 
“Maybe now you’ll be able to concentrate.”

I couldn’t wait for my next private lesson, because as nice as the
blowjob Misha had given me had been, I wanted more.  I wanted to suck
on those pretty, perky tits of hers, eat her out until she came, and
bury my cock inside her sweet quim and fill her with my spunk.  When I
arrived at the studio, Misha was wearing a black leotard and a
wrap-around skirt.  She put on the same sexy CD, and I knew right then
she had been looking forward to our next meeting as well.

We danced for a  while, teasing each other, as my cock got hotter and
harder, pressing urgently against my stomach.  I stroked her breasts
through her leotard, watching her nipples get hard.  Then she danced
away and began stripping for me.  Her beautiful body was reflected
endlessly in the rows of mirrors at one end of the studio.  To my
delight, her pussy was shaved clean.

I pulled Misha onto the floor with me and stripped off my clothes so
we were both naked, our hot flesh pressing together.  I sucked on her
tits as I had fantasized about doing while my hand worked between her
thighs.  She was highly orgasmic, coming almost as soon as I brushed
one finger over her hard clit.  “Fuck me,” she was pleading, and though
I wanted more than anything to taste her cunt, I had to oblige a lady
in need.

I rubbed my cockhead up and down Misha’s juicy slit a few times and
then plunged in.  Misha wrapped her legs around my waist and we rolled
over so she was on top.  She rode my dick as I played with her breasts,
watching ourselves in the mirror.  I could see the brown bud of her
asshole winking at me, so I played with it as we screwed.  Misha’s
moans drowned out the sound of the music as she came.

Unable to hold back anymore, we rolled over one more time and began
fucking quickly.  Misha’s small breasts bounced as I slid my cock into
her tight pussy over and over again.  Finally I gasped and felt her
pussy muscles squeezing the cum from my cock.  We lay back, sweaty and
exhausted.  I wasn’t going to be much of a dancer by the time Misha was
finished with me, but I knew I would be having lots of fun.

“I can’t believe you made this over a fire,” Cora said, licking the
last of the chocolate cake from her fingers.  “It’s so good.”

Graham smiled proudly.  “I wanted to make your birthday special, even
if we are camping.  HereHer Here, have another piece.”  As he handed a
second piece of the cake to Cora, the side broke off, dark crumbs
dribbling down over her chest.  “I’ll get those,” he said, scrambling
around the remains of the campfire.  He licked her neck and the swell
of her cleavage, tasting the fluffy cake with his tongue.  He moved
lower, sliding his tongue under the neckline of her shirt to lick the
tops of her breasts.

Cora giggled around a mouthful of cake.  “Graham, here?” she asked.

“Right here,” he said.  He moved up, kissing her, his tongue tasting
crumbs of cake inside her mouth as his hands covered Cora’s tits.  They
fell back into a bed of fallen leaves, moaning and fumbling at each
other’s clothes.

“We’re going to get bitten,” Cora said as she tugged Graham’s shirt out
of the waistband of his pants.

“I don’t care,” Graham said, his mouth closing firmly over one nipple. 
He sucked at her breasts, licking and nibbling at the soft flesh as his
hands explored up between her thighs.  They had given up wearing
underwear on the camping trip because it was too time-consuming to
wash, and his fingers encountered her moist, furry, pussy immediately. 
He moved his fingers in a rapid circle around her clit, making Cora
buck and moan with pleasure.

While Graham was rubbing her clit, Cora unzipped his dusty jeans and
wrapped her hand around his long, thick cock, jerking him off as he
made her come.  Her clit was throbbing, her cunt grasping like a wet
mouth, waiting for him to fuck her.  She pushed up, rolling him over
onto his back so his flannel shirt spread out over the wet leaves on
the ground.  “There’s dirt in your hair,” Graham said, brushing his
hands over her breasts.

“Who cares?” Cora asked.  She bent over and licked all over his bare
chest, rubbing her tongue across his flat nipples until they stood up
hard.  Then she went down further and sucked his prick into her mouth. 
Graham moaned aloud, his voice blending with the hoots of owls in the
darkness of the woods.

Cora held his prick straight up as she bobbed up and down, licking
around the cockhead at the end of each stroke.  When she finally pulled
her mouth off, his rod was shiny and glistening.  She straddled his
hips, easing her pussy over his dick in a tight sheath.  “You look like
a wood sprite,” Graham chuckled, and then gasped in pleasure as Cora
stroked down hard on his cock.  She kept him inside her as she moved
her hips in a circle, rubbing her clit along the base of his dick as
she made herself come.

Graham rolled them over again so he was on top and lifted her bare legs
up to his shoulders as he began stroking firmly in and out of her
velvet pussy.  His balls bounced against her ass, the leaves sticking
to both of their bodies as they fucked faster and faster.  Cora’s tits
jiggled and she reached down to rub her clit and play with her nipples.

Graham cried out loudly, his voice echoing through the emptiness of the
night as his cock pumped hot jets of cum inside her.  The feeling of
his dick throbbing inside her sent Cora over the edge as well, and her
cunt spasmed, milking the last of his spunk from his dick.

“Well, that was some birthday cake,” Cora said, dusting the leaves and
cake crumbs from her body.

“I’ll say,” Graham said.  “We’ll have to come up here for my birthday
so you can make me one too.”

My pussy was already dripping wet by the time Vlad and I lay down on
the bed.  I could feel his hard, uncircumcised cock pressing against my
thigh as his hands rubbed over his body.  His pale, Norwegian skin
seemed to glow against the dark chocolate of my tits.  When he bent to
suck on my stiff nipples, his blond hair fell forward onto my cleavage.
His hands probed between my thighs, and when he found me wet and
ready, he moaned and I felt his cock throb.  A small trickle of pre-cum
slipped out of the foreskin and slid down my leg.

My friend Liza had met and fucked Vlad when she had been in Europe the
year before.  “You have to call him,” she had told me.  “There are no
black chicks over there, and he goes crazy when he gets a chance to
fuck someone who looks like us.”

Vlad was definitely hot for me.  His dick felt like hot iron against
my leg, and he was rubbing it back and forth as he sucked on my big
brown tits and rubbed my sweet pussy.  I felt shivers of pleasure
racing from my clit as his large, talented hands worked over it.  I
felt so dirty fucking a foreigner like this, making him crazy with my
exotic skin and hair.

Keeping his fingers moving over my clit, Vlad kissed his way down my
stomach.  He wrapped my legs around the back of his head, my ankles
rubbing against his silky blond hair.  He parted my soft pink cunt lips
with his thumbs and sucked my clit between his soft lips, teasing the
hard bud with the tip of his tongue.  I shuddered in pleasure, letting
loose a flood of juices into his mouth as I came.  He let go of my clit
and lapped at my cunt instead.  His tongue was so big it felt like it
covered me, all the way from my asshole to my clit, with each lick.  I
had my fingers tangled in his hair and was humping his face.  I
couldn’t stop coming.

Finally Vlad moved back up and rolled over onto his back.  I wrapped
my hand around his thick cock and pulled the sexy foreskin back,
exposing his pink cockhead.  I slurped it for a second, but I really
wanted his cock in my pussy.  I straddled his hips and held his cock
steady as I slid my cunt down onto him like a sheath covering a sword.

Vlad moaned, his eyes dark as he grasped my hips and we started
fucking.  He was muscular and strong, and he lifted me easily up and
down his pale pole.  His dick was warm and thick and throbbing inside
me.  He leaned up to tongue my tits some more as I rubbed my clit.

After I had come once more, Vlad told me he wanted to do it from
behind.  When I got off his cock, I saw that my juices had coated his
entire rod, and even dripped down onto his heavy, swaying balls.  I got
on all fours and he eased into me from behind.  It felt great having
him in my cunt again, even though he had only been out for a few
minutes. 

Vlad rubbed my ass as he stroked in and out of my pussy.  His balls
slapped my clit and my tits jounced wildly as our tempo increased.  I
felt his dick starting to throb, but instead of coming inside me, he
pulled out and shot his load all over my ass.  Then he bent forward and
licked his creamy white cum all over my soft brown skin.  I had gotten
a lot of traveling tips before I left to go abroad, but calling Vlad
had definitely been the best one.

A Frog Man A man sat at a barstool and plopped a frog down on the bar. The bartender says, “What in the world are you doin with that frog?” “Why I’m going to sell it for a hundred dollars”, replied the man.

“What’s so special about that frog?”

“This frog eats pussy,” exclaimed the man.

A few minutes later in walks this beautiful woman.

She asked, “What are you doing with that frog?”

“Why its for sale mam, this frogs eats pussy. And I’ll let you have it for $100.”

“I’ll take it”, shouted the lady as she threw down $100.

“Ok mam, here’s the frog and my phone number in case you have any problems.”

The lady took the frog home, laid down spread eagle naked in bed and prodded the frog. Nothing happened. She poked the frog and nothing. It didn’t move. She called the man who sold her the frog. “This frog won’t do anything, I want my money back”

The man said, “Hold it, I’ll be right there, give me your address.” The man heads straight for the lady’s home.

He walks in and sure enough the frog is not doing anything. It just sits there.

Then the man says to the frog, “Allright, I’m going to show you this just one more time.”