The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... the pillow when another big black guy came through the door. As with number nine he had taken everything off in the hall where there was more light, his sex was large and ready. This time I was on my back in the bed. Without a word he simply moved over me and came down into my embrace. He consumed my mouth and drove his tongue deep. He tasted sweet. My legs parted and I arched upward as his right hand guided his unit into my vagina. He was gentle and slow. I moaned quietly as he began to move with a distinct rhythm. He felt so good. One at a time he lifted my legs up over his shoulders. With me spread to the limit in this submissive position he first moved upward along me and then moved firmly downward to the absolute limit. He had me. It was the most commanding position he could possibly be in. I could not move in any direction except upward against his engorged testicles. My reactions were uncontrollable. I drove my tongue into him as deep as possible and felt his saliva run freely down my face. My erotic mind kept reminding me he was number ten. He was the tenth black to have me and I was just eighteen years old. He finally gave me twelve slow, strong, firm strokes and he got twelve binding contractions deep in my vagina as twelve surges of his warm semen were delivered into my body and we moaned loudly together. Finished, he let my legs slowly come down as I cradled him and my vagina tightened around him. His arms were firmly wrapped around my neck and I held him tightly ...

... with mine. We were lying there bound together sometime later as I heard his breathing turn very deep. He was asleep on top of me still deep in my body, still draining. It was a good feeling. I lay there relaxed. I began thinking about Jamal and how he would respond if he knew the truth about my sexuality. How deeply I could fall in love with each of these men. Sometime later, Bobby came in to awaken us. The stranger slowly lifted from me with an audible suction. He came up to his knees between my spread legs and gently came down to kiss my lips, “Thanks sugar! You are something sweet that old Travis won’t forget.” I mumbled a thank you. Once Travis was standing, Bobby bent down and kissed my breast before the two of them walked out. I felt so alone. I lay in the dark just a few minutes until another big black was mounted on me. My short rest with Travis had revived me considerably. This black when right to work and I began to respond, again. I remember his comment as he began to work on me, “You really like the cock, don’t ya girl?” By now, I knew exactly what these guys wanted to hear. “Yes, I like your black nigger cock. I need it.” I whispered in his ear. Right away he found a “right” place inside me, but once there he stopped moving. He held my hands together over my head and gently moved his lips to my arm pits. Each time his tongue touched me, I convulsed inside for his pleasure. I was moaning, loudly, as he climaxed violently; just one time, but one very enormous time. ...