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I pressed my right index finger over the top of my forehead where my hairline was and gradually ran that finger downward towards my nose with hand curved downward as I gazed at the muscled African American cute and tall man standing right opposite me across the room during a genitals painting gallery show. My elbow rested behind the wrist of my other hand as my index finger continued to slide down to my upper lip. My lips parted ways and my very wet tongue tremblingly bubbled out saliva as my index finger slowly let it feel the heated wetness coming from inside my mouth. My tongue stayed there for a second or two; then, proceeded to slide down my lower lip and pressed on downward to my chin as I tilted my head backwards displaying my long neck. I gave that cute man a kinky grin as I observed him keenly watching me demonstrate my capabilities.
My finger continued to slide and press down following the contour of my neck as it ran over my Adam’s apple and down some more to the soft valley between my collar bones. I could see the wetness inside the man’s mouth as its lips slowly parted. His eyes tantalized. My index finger went on to tease. It traveled downward to my chest muscles and stopped where the button of my shirt held the enclosure of my existence private. My finger danced as my body swayed back and forth as my legs rubbed slightly against each other. I turned my body sideward a bit and displayed the side view of my beautiful tight ass clothed with my stretched tight black jeans. At this point, I could his longing to touch my ass.
As I swiveled slightly, I placed my two hands over my buttocks, one hand resting on each butt with palms extending flat on my jeans. I turned my head to face the distanced lustful magnetism as I stuck out my long narrow tongue curling it upward and outward from my mouth. It danced a little out in the air and then landed on my upper lip wetting it. My tongue then slid to the left end of my upper lip, slid to the right end of my upper lip, and back to the top center of my upper lip. I displayed the lower side of my tongue as it wet the entirety of my lower lip.
I looked down his crotch. Man! I could see the protrusion over his pants. I say, he’s got potential! I let go of my act, teasingly grinned at him, and moved away as I continued looking at the other paintings. As if hypnotized, I could feel him follow me from a distance wherever I went.
I was the host of the show, which not everyone knew yet then. I wanted to see all the paintings first before talking. I had a few paintings there of my own displayed in the gallery show. I painted dicks and assholes. The energy of the tall dark handsome macho man vibrated through me as I looked through the paintings. I could see him from the corner of my eyes. Enjoying this ease of free air of sex atmosphere I had created between him and me, I moved my attention to a door leading to a small storage room. Making sure no one was looking at me, I turned to look at him; and then, my eyes looked at the direction of the door. He understood me, I knew. I walked towards the door. I turned and gave him another look of invitation. I saw his eyes display a longing desire and his feet stepped forward a step or two. This was proof enough that he accepted my invitation. I proceeded to enter the small room.
I was very positive that he would follow. And in no time, I saw the door open. Oh boy! He looked so very cute as he entered. Just recalling how he stepped into the dimly lit tiny room makes my dickie erect now as I write my story. You would not believe what happened next. He turned out to be the most aggressive man I had ever met and experienced. I could tell endless stories of my experiences with other men, but this particular gorgeous black shepherd was a tremendously heavenly devilish monster!
The moment he closed the door behind him, he did not waste any second in the room on nothing. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. Oh, it was not a simple smack or a simple French kiss. He pressed both his lips over mine and in half a second, I could feel his big tongue going down my throat! Our heads were in a cross position with mouths wide open. Not only that. His two hands pressed on my pair of butts and pushed them onto his crotch as he rubbed and ground his front over my front. Immediately, I felt I was heaven on the seventh floor. I wet my pants!
Both of us did not waste any time. We both quickly unbuckled each other’s belts, unzipped, and pulled down each other’s pants to the floor. I grabbed his dick. It was humongous! It was, I think, twelve inches long and fat. I sucked it. Relaxing my throat, I let it enter deep into my throat passing through my vocal cords. It was so huge that only a few inches were able to go through into my throat canal.
He pulled out and turned me around. I bent over. And Oh My God! He pushed his cock into my asshole so roughly that I shrieked trying my best not to make any loud sounds. It hurt, but it felt unbelievably GOOD. He pushed and pulled so roughly and fast. The motion had a momentum; or shall I say, it had a melody. It went rough and wild; then, it went gentle and soft. It went fast and swift; then, it went slow and easy. I tell you, I went crazy. The floor was wet with my cums.
Still attached, he lifted me up simultaneously turning me around, laid me down on the floor on my back. Pushing my two legs high over my face, he continued on to be a high-powered pumping machine. “Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!” I went. My semen just kept on coming. Would you believe that? He went on and on with the rhythm he had. He went wilder and wilder. Pulling his dick off my ass, he grabbed my hair from the back of my head and pulled my head over his dick. I opened my mouth. He quickly pushed his cock as deep as he could into my throat and not long after, I felt thick sticky fluid running down my throat as he jerked and groaned.
His dick started growing smaller and soft. He pulled it out and wiped it with his handkerchief. Likewise, I cleaned the floor and myself. He got dressed and I did, too. Then, without a word – not even a smile, he left the room. Even though he was not that friendly, I felt like a superior being had entered into me depositing his most superior holy fluids deep into my blessed throat. When I got out of the small room, everything went back to normal. Whenever my eyes caught a glimpse of him while I was explaining masterpiece after masterpiece, I could see that his eyes did show communication. Beneath those eyes displayed some free spirit. And that free spirit was what made the sex in the small room materialize with depth of lust.
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