Black Girls On White
They sat silently looking at me, my brain raced, the computer all Daniels work, everything, how would I explain that I had gambled away our money, our home, we would have to start all over again, that's if Daniel stayed with me. They were waiting for me to cry, I wanted to but I thought lets go for the sympathy vote.
Story copyright Alex de Kok 2005. If this story is found anywhere except on Literotica it is without my knowledge or consent.
I never found out who raped me that day, but sometimes walking to a class I would see a huge black football player smile at me and wink. I always avoided his eyes and hurried to my next class, wondering if it was him that took my bound body. I guess I'll never know.
"Hmm, yes, touch my pussy," Sarah whispered.
"Ah." Says a deep voice. "Here are my ladies of the night." The ladies walk towards the voice emanating from the shadows. There is a man, old and wizened, seated on a wide couch.
"You feel better now, baby?"
"No, you're probably just remembering his moans as you came, thinking perhaps he was here," lied Kirsty, knowing full well that she'd successfully blocked that part of the scene from Cricket's mind.
The voice on the other end wasn't his mother demanding an explanation, nor was it his father.
"Ohh yess." Lauren moaned to Milos touch.
"It gives birth."
The next day was Saturday and we slept in. It was after nine o'clock when we managed to get up and stir around. By the time I got out of the shower, Harold had the coffee made and was waiting for me at the kitchen table.
Her lips pursed and she smiled and recognition appeared, probably from the pictures around the house.
Another expertly placed blow on her wet pussy, brought Laura back to the present. The sound she made started as a cry of pain and quickly transformed into a moan of pure pleasure. The sting in her clit subsiding to a delicious warmth.
Pat was standing nervously at the entrance to our site when I got back near her. Dave pulled into his site and her and Judy got out. We exchanged introductions and chatted for a few minutes, then left them alone to get set up and settled in. Dave told me later that their conversation was much the same as Pat's and mine after the initial meeting. That being they seemed like really nice people but not sure as to what would happen, etc. etc.
I watch you as you place some towels on the ground and kneel down next to the tub. Your hand grazes my cheek and one finger strokes a slow trail around my mouth. I am mesmerized by your touch, unable to move, and caught by your eyes holding mine. I'm not sure what I see reflected in them, other than the complete surrender they are demanding.
Elaine Larson smiled. "Come over to the office and I'll show you."
Story copyright Alex de Kok 2005. If this story is found anywhere except on Literotica it is without my knowledge or consent.
I never found out who raped me that day, but sometimes walking to a class I would see a huge black football player smile at me and wink. I always avoided his eyes and hurried to my next class, wondering if it was him that took my bound body. I guess I'll never know.
"Hmm, yes, touch my pussy," Sarah whispered.
"Ah." Says a deep voice. "Here are my ladies of the night." The ladies walk towards the voice emanating from the shadows. There is a man, old and wizened, seated on a wide couch.
"You feel better now, baby?"
"No, you're probably just remembering his moans as you came, thinking perhaps he was here," lied Kirsty, knowing full well that she'd successfully blocked that part of the scene from Cricket's mind.
The voice on the other end wasn't his mother demanding an explanation, nor was it his father.
"Ohh yess." Lauren moaned to Milos touch.
"It gives birth."
The next day was Saturday and we slept in. It was after nine o'clock when we managed to get up and stir around. By the time I got out of the shower, Harold had the coffee made and was waiting for me at the kitchen table.
Her lips pursed and she smiled and recognition appeared, probably from the pictures around the house.
Another expertly placed blow on her wet pussy, brought Laura back to the present. The sound she made started as a cry of pain and quickly transformed into a moan of pure pleasure. The sting in her clit subsiding to a delicious warmth.
Pat was standing nervously at the entrance to our site when I got back near her. Dave pulled into his site and her and Judy got out. We exchanged introductions and chatted for a few minutes, then left them alone to get set up and settled in. Dave told me later that their conversation was much the same as Pat's and mine after the initial meeting. That being they seemed like really nice people but not sure as to what would happen, etc. etc.
I watch you as you place some towels on the ground and kneel down next to the tub. Your hand grazes my cheek and one finger strokes a slow trail around my mouth. I am mesmerized by your touch, unable to move, and caught by your eyes holding mine. I'm not sure what I see reflected in them, other than the complete surrender they are demanding.
Elaine Larson smiled. "Come over to the office and I'll show you."
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