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

The Young Master and his Ebony Slave (Part One)

... her dark Hershey colored nipple. Her back arched higher and she raised her legs slightly. She tasted her fingers deeply, her tongue slipping in between the appendages. They tasted like the strawberry coconut oil that she used after she got out of the shower. ‘So sweet.’ Her hand moved over to her right breast, her arm causing the left breast to squeeze into the right one. She moaned louder as her fingertips brushed against the nipple. Her fingers forced their way further into her mouth. She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for that almost gagging feeling that she craved whenever she did this. Her throat squeezed tightly as the tips of her fingers reach the back of her throat. She had a bad gag reflex. It took a lot for her to get that gag feeling. She had to slip another finger into her mouth. Her lips stretching wide, making her look like a rather erotic female Joker. She groaned deeply in her throat, and moved her fingers into it. Her stomach clenched and her throat squeezed even tighter. ‘YES! This is it!’ She then proceeded to move her fingers in and out of her throat, furthering the gagging. She pinched her nipple and flicked it. Her body trembling as she fucked her mouth with her own hand. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head; her face becoming drenched with drool, it spilling down her cheek and neck down to her chest and shoulders. She squeezed her thighs together and for that brief moment, he popped into her head. Her eyes flew wide open and she kept her fingers ...

... down her throat, muffled screams vibrating her throat and through her hand. She came hard, her knees bending slightly, her toes curling; her pussy throbbing wildly. She laid there her fingers still in her mouth, her other fingers clamped tightly around her nipple. Legs wide open, thighs stained and wet. She slowly removed her fingers and coughed looking at them to watch the saliva leave her lips. They were soaked and dripping, the drool almost like a clear syrup. Panting she laid her hand to the side. ‘Why did he pop up in my head all of a sudden? And when he did, why did I cum so hard like that? That’s never happened.’ She laid there just questioning it. But the more she questioned, the more turned on she became. Before she knew it, her drool covered right hand found its way to her throbbing, cum throbbing cunt. When her fingers found her clit, she almost jumped off the bed. “Fuck!” She felt the heat from her cunt warm up her fingers. She gently rubbed the sensitive bud that was her clit, she felt it become a little more engorged as she rubbed it. Her left hand felt foolish for not doing anything, so it moved down as well, teasing her outer lips. She bit her bottom lip and arched her back again. She moved her legs up and spread them a little. Her heavy breathing filled the room as her fingers worked their magic. She closed her eyes and thought about him. His smile, his laugh, his fingers on her chin. She longed to feel those fingers on her body, exploring every inch of her. ...