The Young Master and his Ebony Slave (Part One) - Sex Stories

The Young Master and his Ebony Slave (Part One)

... seriously going to kill that damn man.” Denise’s eyes widened as she then remember of the boy from earlier. “Hey, if you two aren’t humping like rabbits later, can you call me? There’s something I want to talk to you about.” Jessie nodded and brushed back her long red hair. “Of course, though I have a feeling that we are going to be humping like rabbits tonight. He just took off his apron. Mmmm, so sexy.” She giggled. “But I’m going to go help him in the kitchen. I’ll catch ya later Den.” And with that, Jessie disconnected the call. Denise stood up and walked back to her half made salad. She smiled to herself as she thought of the boy from earlier. Picking up the knife she sliced up a few more slices of cucumber, placed them on her salad and went back to the table. “Bon appetite.” After a hot shower and 2 hours of watching Youtube videos, Denise laid in bed. She wore an oversized black skull and stars t-shirt. She laid under the covers and stared up at the dark ceiling. Thoughts of him ran through her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. And his voice! She played his words over and over again in her mind. A soft moan seeped through her lips. ‘Well, I’m not going to be getting any tonight. Guess I’ll just do what I always do every night.’ She thought. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it up. Arching her back as she did so, she kicked the blanket off her body; the shirt finally made its way to her large breasts. The 44DD large mounds jiggled a little as ...

... she pulled the shirt over her head. Tossing the shirt to the floor, her left hand grabbed onto her left breast and squeezed it a little roughly. “Ahhh…” Her nipple hardened almost instantly. She bit her lip and ran her fingers across the tightened small nub. Her nipples were always at their most sensitive when they were hard. If she played with them enough, she would cum within minutes. She felt a dampness between her thighs, but she decided that her moist hole would have to wait. She wasn’t ready to play with her just yet. Her right hand went to her mouth. Slipping a finger inside, her tongue immediately began to attack it. The warm muscle was always a favorite of hers. She enjoyed how warm and wet her mouth was. Sucking deeply on her fingers as if she was giving a blowjob. The sensation of having something in her mouth always turned her on. She rubbed her tongue with the tip of her finger, pressing into it. Feeling the tiny taste buds separate beneath it. She stroked her tongue delicately, not wanting to be too rough with it. Another finger found its way into her mouth, and she hungrily greeted it. Her mouth produced more saliva, she coated her fingers with it. It always tasted sweet to her, with an almost syrupy texture. She loved how sticky her breasts always got whenever she drooled all over herself. She shoved her fingers a little more into her mouth, muffled moans echoed around the room. The hand on her breast squeezing more roughly, her fingers pulling and pinching at ...