1. The Shoplifter Chapter Two


    Date: 1/22/2016, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    lucky nigger. He sure nailed a pretty one. Was he your first nigger? I looked at him and whispered, “Yes” He was my first.” He looked down in my face and smiled broadly, “Well lover, I don’t know if I believe that, but it don’t matter, I guarantee you, he aint going to be your last; right?” I looked up and nodded. He went silent. Slowly, he reached down, spread my legs very wide, and left me in that position as he stepped back to open his pants. All the time, his gaze moved constantly up and down, from my lower body up to my eyes. Unlike before, this time I could see everything. I was on my back on the desk propped up a bit on my elbows. He was enormous, black, and long; with a red bulbous end. I watched as it approached my white completely exposed body and disappeared into my very wet vagina. There was no pain; in fact I could feel its warmth as it moved smoothly, but firmly, deep inside me. It felt like silk. I responded with an involuntary shudder and he came down to consume my mouth. His weight took me backward down onto the desk and my arms spread outward. His rhythm started right away. He was surprisingly gentle. He just leaned over me. Both his feet and mine were still on the floor. I was on my back on the desk which brought my pelvis firmly up against him. His hands move up around my head and into my hair. He pressed downward moving me toward him to the very edge of the desk. He stroked into me with long, deep, gentle strokes. Time seemed to be lost. He stroked ...
    deeper and deeper but so gently. I cannot tell you how long he sexed me. I remember at some point he started to reach very sensitive places deep inside me and an uncontrolled moan escaped my lips. He lifted and grinned down at me with a scandalous look, “Hey baby, what’s that I hear? I think you the “type” that really likes fucking Bobby.” He chuckled and moved in solidly against me, while still looking down at me, expectantly. I involuntarily moaned again. He stayed in that position moving about, experimenting, until he was firmly rubbing those places with each move he made. Then he settled back down and returned to work deep into my vagina now firmly reaching those sensitive places with each stroke. We had become very warm. He was perspiring. I could feel his moisture combining with mine between us. He was driving me out of my mind. At some point, I remember my body started moving upward to meet each of his thrusts. He was moving hard against me at the time, so it may have been for protection, or it may have been to help assure he found those places deep within. He rose slightly again, “I think this big black dick is driving you crazy little girl. Am I right? “ He looked down at me. Finally, a dark expression came over his black face, “Listen bitch, this nigger spoke to you.” When I ask a question, I want an answer. This black dick is sort of driving the girl wild, right?” He hesitated still looking directly into my face. I looked up and for the first time admitted the truth to ...
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