How I became a black cock slut III - Sex Stories

How I became a black cock slut III

... did and got out my pipe and took another hit. Then I handed over to her, this time she hesitated and I could tell that she was thinking about it. “Come on, we’ve finished all the wine-and you’ve got such shit on me now, you gotta do this to give me something to have on you; or, I’m just not going to tell you anything more.” (of course I had stopped a the juiciest part where he was just trying to work his huge cock into me). She laughed and said, “What the fuck!” and took the pipe and took a deep hit and nearly coughed a lung out (it was some pretty good shit for back then). I waited a bit till I knew the weed hit her, and then I continued. I was laughing and saying plenty of “Oh my God!s” and touching her frequently to emphasize things. Then I claimed that when he got me on my back he bit me really hard and left a mark; so, without missing a beat I lifted up my shirt (carelessly popping a couple of bottom buttons), pulled down my strapless bra and pointed just to the outside of my left nipple: “Can you see that??” I said. She didn’t know what to say (partly because there was no mark there since the whole thing was made up), but then I just pretended she might be too far away and so I leaned in really close to her face and pointed again very insistently, “There, right there! Can you believe it!” I said laughing and laying a hand on her shoulder (and leaving my tits in her face). “Oh man” I said and I moved over to sit down beside her on her chair (Adirondack chairs are ...

... pretty wide, if you’ve never seen one). Then I just kept talking very excitedly, seemingly forgetting and leaving my tits hanging out. As I got further into the story I mainly looked away (as I had the whole time). Man! Was she entranced by my tits. When you’re high it can be a bit hard to judge time, and she was getting some nice, long eye-fulls. Now my tits are saline, and when you see them they look like they might be real and they look like they could be fake. It’s hard to tell for sure-even for another woman. Once I got to the part where he was finally pounding me, I pretended to really get carried away and started to mimic being fucked by rocking my hips back and forth and really setting my rack into motion. Whenever I turned to look at her while I was talking I’d knock her arm with the nearest tit; but then I’d turn away and start talking again. My nipples got totally erect and were large brown turrets hanging on for dear life. I knew that she wanted to touch them (what girl wouldn’t!); so I made up a part where after we finished he asked me if my tits were real. “Can you believe that?! Do these look fake?” I asked and grabbed them and squeezed them. “Do they? No really, do they feel fake?” I said and grabbed one her hands and put it in mine and hefted one of my huge tits up with her hand. “Oh, shit…” she stammered. “What?!?” I faked and grabbed the other hand and put it on my other massive tit: “Are you saying they feel fake?!” “N-no”, she stammered. “They feel just as ...