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I walk out of the bathroom, my eyes are red, and I’m only wearing my boxers. I take a seat across from you and shake my head as I look over at you. I sigh deeply.

“Okay, I have a confession to make. I wasn’t as drunk at the New Year’s party as I led you and everyone else for that matter believe.”

I see the stunned look on your face, then I continue.

“I faked being drunk so you could drive home because, honestly, I just wanted a moment alone with you.” I pull out a long, thick cigar and fire it up, take a puff, and then continue once more.

“I guess you’re probably wondering why I’d do something like that, and the truth is. Do you remember when you got in that car accident a few months back, and you requested I stop by your place to pick up some fresh clothes while you stayed at the hospital? I kind of rambled about and I stumbled on to that little makeshift closet you have in your bedroom, and I found a draw filled with panties, bras, and even some girly outfits, then I saw that picture of you dressed as a nurse, down on your knees with a big ole, black dick inside your mouth and a switch just flipped. I couldn’t get my mind off you.”

I openly slide my hand about my raised lumber beneath my boxer and I see the hungry look in your eyes.

“I gotta admit, seeing you like that got me hard as brick, and from that point on, I wanted to…well, for lack of a better word, stick your sissy ass, hard and raw.” I punch my fist into the palm of my open hand as I speak through clenched teeth.

“I’m the one who sent you those cock pics. Yes, the pic where I’m standing in front of a mirror with my hand strangling my uncut, 9′, veiny, chocolate spear. Yeah, that was me. Like I said, I admit it, I just wanna hit it, get all deep up between those soft, warm, pink walls, and stab it like a savage.

So, that’s why I fake being drunk, just so I could get you here and show you…this.”

I pull out my long, precum-coated, pinkish, brown crown, fatih escort chocolate tower and slowly jerk it before you.

“Umm, I love how you look at it. It gets so hard when you look at it, and I bet it’ll get even harder if you stroke it, but before you do, check this out.”

I wave my chocolate, veiny, thin skin, tower over at you, then release my hand and allow it to wave on its own as I whisper.

“Seeing you there, you’re eyes all aglow

We can make this happen, and no one else has to know

so, get down on your knees open your mouth and

fed on this big, black meat.”

You don’t say a word as you drop to your knees, crawl over, snatch my hard cock, and lick it like a chocolate lollipop.”

“Umm, just look at you go, girl. Yeah, that’s a good, girl…but wait, hold up.”

I nudge your face away with my knee, climb out of my chair, walk into the bedroom, and quickly return with a pair of panties and a leopard-patterned housedress I took from your place. I then toss them into your face and order.

“Put that shit on, they’re yours and if you’re gonna play the part of a bitch, you may as well look the part.”

“Yeah, those panties and the dress look so tight and sexy on the pretty, fuckable ass, now get back over here, on your knees, and make love to my hard dick.”

You’re obedient and so willing to please as you relax and give up that head. I palm the back of your head and force you down, inch by veiny, inch then roll my eyes as I see my cock twitch enthusiastically as inch, after, long, thick, inch disappears between your pretty pink lips.

You got me throbbing as you slobber all over my spear. Your lips and tongue slide down and about my lengthy tool, slobber, kiss and lick my ballsack, then venture back up, and use your tongue to spank the underside of my crown.

“Umm, you’re such a bad, little sissy girl. You got daddy’s dick so…umm, yeah, you got daddy’s çapa escort dick so, oh fuck, bout to blow, umm, yeah, bout to…blow…yeah!”

I shout as I grab the back of your head and force you down as my spear goes, skeet…skeet…skeet down your throat.

I can see, you’re a bit cock drunk, and you’re trying to regain your composure, but all you’ve done is release my beast and I spring into action

“I snatch your neck, lift a seat cushion on my sofa, force your head and torso down, then put the cushion over your head.

I drop to my knees, lift your dress, and move your panties to one side, as I spit over your tight, anal ring of flesh. I probe it with one, then two fingers. Your body is shaking, and your knees wobble and I know this cake is ready to be sliced. I take hold of your hip with one hand, then strangle my spear with the other as I stab and breach your neglected ass, that’s about to become my pussy.

I plow down, deeper, then slide out spit down on my angry tool, then stab it back inside, and this time I go nearly balls deep.

“Umm, yeah, give me this ass, pretty faggot, um, let daddy get up in the dem guts, give me this ass, shit…it doesn’t matter, cause I’m a real man and I take what I want.”

I spank your ass as I ride you and plow down into your hole at a furious pace.

I pound you so hard, that the sofa slides across the floor, and I grip your hips tight and drill up into your hole. Your feet and toes look sexy as you prance about trying to get away from all this big black dick, but I got your hips locked and my cock is covered in your sissy-gasms and now I got your pussy wide open.

The sofa slams into the wall and our adventure takes a pause.

I snatch the cushion off your head and toss it away. I reposition you with your legs straddled over the armrest of the sofa, and then I straddle and enter you from behind.

Your soft moans and cries are like güngören escort a symphony to my alpha’s hunger for conquest and it fuels my passion to get deeper inside you, harder, inside you. I cover your mouth as you scream, then place and space my feet on the floor to gain more leverage and then I savagely fuck you without mercy.

Once again, the sofa slides about the floor as I pound you hard. I reach my arm around you, then pinch and twist your nipples as you moan like the cock hungry slut you are.

The sound of you weeping in a feminized voice. One second begging me to stop, and the next confessing your desire to be my bitch, ignites an inferno of lustful emotions within me. My legs start to tremble, and I know it won’t be long before I bust again.

I dismount you then you off the armrest. I place your hands on the side of the thick, cushy armrest, grab your waist, and guide you back until only your fingertips are on the arm cushion. I hold your waist as I stab my spear and invade your hole once more.

I place my hands on your shoulders, take a wide-legged stance, and proceed to use all my strength to thrust up in you, harder, deeper, faster. I growl like an angry beast as I drill you until your fingers slip from the cushion, but I prevent you from falling on your face as I hold you tight and lessen the fall to the floor. I grin harder and faster, as my face and body are now covered in sweat.

I feel my spear as it comes to maximum stiffness. I can feel my hot sperm as it fires up my lengthy spear and then…

“Ah yeah yeah, yeah…bitch…YEAAAAAH!”

I hold you down on the floor, my body weight crushes you as my heavy breath and tongue fill your ear. I grit my teeth as my cock continues to convulse long after I fired my last shot.

I smile as your hot pussy whistles, and I slid my black Johnson out your gaped hole.

“That’s a good girl, now get back on your knees and clean daddy’s dick, come on, bitch, don’t get lazy now.

I look down on you still making love and worshiping my tool and I give you a special gift my Nubian champagne and you drink every drop.

“Now bitch, what do you say to a man who gave you his time his energy, his sweat, and his sperm?”

In the sweetest, feminized voice, you reply.

“Thank you…daddy.”

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