1. The Shoplifter Chapter Three


    Date: 3/11/2017, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    erotic thrills. Now, I was all set up to solve that problem and it was thrilling as well. He was looking down with a very hungry gaze, “I’m the guy who paid your doctor bill today and got this started little lady.” I lay there watching, fully realizing that each time he threw a garment on the chair I went higher. I knew what was coming. I was grateful for what he had done for me. I was ready to pay my bill. One after another my tensions and concerns had been completely replaced by undeniable sexual desire. Maybe it was my pregnancy—maybe the doctor’s examination—but I realized I was squirming in the bed over-the-top horny as I waited for him. The last item he removed were black boxer shorts which released his phallus. He was enormous and very ready. A shudder passed through me. It was pure sexual desire. A silly thought passed by me—there was no way he could harm me. He sure could not get me pregnant and I was very experienced handling weapons like this. He came up over me as I lay on my back, lifted both my knees into the missionary position, placed the head of his penis against me, and simply lowered onto me and into me. No pain. I was very well lubricated from the exam. A shudder went through me from head to toe—a small immediate climax. This man was part of the solution not part of the problem. I wanted him happy. He was paying my bill. He was making my return to normalcy possible. My arms went up to encircle him, I arched upward to meet his strokes, and his climaxes came ...
    quickly and loudly. With each of his deposits into me I could feel my vagina tightening around him. For the next two hours I paid my bill to this black man. Together we quickly set up a routine with my body. Time and time again he would finish with one climax, moan, lift up, smile down at me and then gently start again. He was so gentle, and so caring. It seemed like he was more concerned that I have a loving good experience than anything else. I responded more and more lovingly as he worked. I had to. I was lost in his sexing me. Why in erotic moments do I always start counting? Six times he delivered massively and deeply. Six times I responded with uncontrollable convulsion and contraction. A strange sensation started to occur each time he lifted to look down at me. A pulsing sensation would pass through my breasts. At first I thought it was because his weight was removed for a moment but about the third time he lifted I realized my breasts were damp. I was starting to lactate. He felt it also. His lips went down and found my breasts one after the other. He moaned, looked up at me, and whispered, “My baby, you feel so good inside and now you taste so good on the outside.” He smiled and went back to my right breast. He had to be aware of my arms embracing his head as he enjoyed me. I knew he had to be; I could not release him. Erotic feeling came over me from all directions. I had never paid a lot of attention to my breasts. Before Jamal, they were not one of my outstanding ...
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