Torrie's Year - Sex Stories

Torrie's Year

... effectively dry humping on the dance floor. She straightened up, her hand reaching behind her, finding Ronnie's neck. "You're a good dancer. You feel good," Ronnie whispered in her ear, his hands sliding wickedly up her sides to just below her breasts. "So do you," she said aloud, not sure he heard her, her eyes closed, focusing on the large rod sliding in between her butt cheeks. All the annoyances and frustrations with John and her sex life slowly washed away. It was only her and Ronnie. Several minutes and several songs passed. Without saying a word, Ronnie moved away from her, his hand on the small of Torrie's back, leading her out of banquet hall. For a moment Torrie thought they were going to grab another drink. She said nothing though when she followed Ronnie out into the hallway. Smiling politely as he led them to the men's room. Torrie followed him to one of the stalls, glancing at Ronnie's smug smile. "Sit," he told her. The commanding tone of his voice spurred something in her. Torrie sat on the toilet, her heart pounding, her mind racing, watching Ronnie unzip his pants. The next thing she felt was his index finger on her chin, tipping her face toward his. Ronnie bent down; giving her a soft, long kiss on the lips, his hands fidgeting at his crotch, Torrie not noticing since she closed her eyes. He stood back up. Torrie's eyes shot open with shock. It was October 1st at 11:54 pm. It was the first time Torrie ever saw a black cock. Chapter 3 She had never sucked a ...

... cock before. John never asked, and she never initiated oral sex. Their weekly missionary sex was all she's ever known. Yet right in that very instance, another man's penis was in her face, beckoning her to suck it. It was huge, veiny, pulsing with power, commanding her to service it. Her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open, she replayed the black boys saying hey and checking her out, she replayed Ronnie checking her out and then dancing with her so provocatively. At this moment this was where she was supposed to be. Ronnie's hand on the back of her head, slowly guiding her open mouth to it, it was inevitable. As soon as the pre-cum oozing tip touched her top lip, pulling away, revealing a string of pre-ejaculate, she was done being shocked. She engulfed the huge tip of his cock, sucking away like she was starving. Torrie did as best she could. After around five minutes of hungrily sucking the tip, she paused, looking up to Ronnie and apologize for her lack of experience. "Your husband doesn't have you do this?" Ronnie asked. Torrie shook her head, no, and then proceeded on. "You got to take care of a man's dick. He's probably just too scared to ask, or tell you, to suck it." Ronnie smirked. She felt a need to agree, but didn't want to remove the cock from her mouth or risk confirming what Ronnie was suggesting. Torrie moaned, continuing to work, "Look up at me," Ronnie told her. She did just that, not taking her eyes off him. "That's it, work that cock," He talked down to her. ...