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My gens is Alex, which is short for Alexandra. I live in a pocket-sized southern town where everyone pretty much knows one another. It is n't uncommon to turn pregnant or marry at a untried age, and I was no exception. By the prison term I was twenty dollar bill I had two fry and a drained beat to bring up. Coming from a broken home myself it was significant for me to keep my trivial class together. I wanted better for my fry ; the merely trouble is he made our animation a living hell.


Jeff slept and popped pills all day while I went to school, worked, took forethought of the menage, and tyke. He refused to work and belittle everything I did. I was lost and felt that I had made my selection and should administer with them. I stayed for over 10 year before I decided I had had enough and wanted out.


That day, almost down to the minute that I decided that I was done I heard from an old friend…
I had not seen or heard from Dom in at least 14 or 15 years. We dated briefly in Jnr high, basically a week of hired man holding and earphone calls. So I was surprised to say the least when in the middle of a huge argument with Jeff, I receive an instant message from Dom.


So it started…
That night in the midst of a hellish argument and writing an essay for my lit social class comes my blast from the past. We talked for hours catching up on one another's lives ; it was like a breath of wise air. At 2 that morning we finally said our well pass, and I told him not to be a stranger. I assumed I would n't learn from him again, you know how it goes. So I was surprised again when a few days later I receive another message asking if it was okay for us to chat. He made me happy…the emotion was so unknown I did n't even know what it was at initiative. So of course I was more than willing to spill the beans to him again. lots like the first time, we talked for hours still learning and getting to sleep with one another.


It all started innocently enough. We would text or fb several clock time a week about nothing in special, family, piece of work, shaver etc ... After a few weeks of that we started talking every day. He would text while he was at work, and sometimes when he got home if his girl was at work. It became the highlight of my day. I waited eagerly by my phone every forenoon for my new deary sound…ding.


Jeff had managed to set apart me from my protagonist and family, so it was great to get someone to talk to. I had started branching out some, but this was different. I don't know if it was the connexion that we once had or that we had so much in coarse, but the pull was there from the beginning. I don't think either one of us expected thing to encounter the way they did. The timing could n't deliver been any more wrong. He was expecting a baby and gear up to ask his longtime girlfriend to marry him. I was trying to find a way out of the my wedlock ... it was the likes of calm in the midsection of the storm for me though. It seemed like he was feeding me as daily Venus's curse of bravery, and I could hold my head up high for the world-class time in geezerhood.


As our comfort level with one another grew we opened up more and more. He told me things about his past and present as I did with him. Then out of the blue devil he asks me a strange interrogative sentence. He asks me if a nose candy job was considered cheating. I was floored we had not spoken of or mentioned sex at all. Well that definitely broke the ice on that subject field. He told me that he and his girlfriend had stopped having sex when she became pregnant. He said even before she did n't reach blow problem. It had been 5 year since he had had person's backtalk around his dick. I could n't think that she did n't like going down on him. It used to be one of my darling things before Jeff. I loved the controller, the look in a man's eyes when he was lost. I tried to be good. I gave him advice on different matter to try. My imagination was running wild, it had been so long since I had had a big hard dick anywhere near me. Jeff and I had not fucked in years. The tablet made it where he could n't get it up. So I lived on assault and battery and fantasy. Dom had unknowingly just stroked the fire of my fantasies.


Still trying to be good for his interest, I gave him more wind. What he did n't hump is I was picturing myself doing all of these matter to him. I wanted to taste him in the defective way. What I did n't be intimate is that it was turning him on as much as it was me. After an hour he sent me a television of him jerking off. It was so hot ; I wanted to be there to catch his hot spunk in my rima oris. I 've always been a cum slut. I love the smell of it on my cutis, and the gustatory perception in my backtalk. I did n't like about Jeff or Dom's girlfriend any more. All I cared about was sucking the cum out of his huge Joseph Black cock. I had never been with a black guy before, and the thought of have him ballock deep in my warm wet mouthpiece was about all I could rent.


We kept our distance because we knew what would find if we were alone together. We still talked every day, and sexting just as a good deal. We saw each other a couplet of time ( in the presents of former people. ) It took us three months before we finally gave in. We met somewhere dark and quite. I climbed into his car and sat there for a while, it was odd at initiatory since we had n't been alone with one another in geezerhood. I knew what I wanted, but did n't want to amount off as a slut so I waited… But the bulge in his jean let me cognise he wanted it as badly as I did. I finally got the nerve to reach over and rub him. It did n't accept me long to unbuckle his belt and jeans. I wanted to finger that mild silky skin in my script. He was hard as hell, and I could wait to engage him in my mouth. I had never seen a dick so big up conclusion before. I took my clip stroking him, my fingers would n't fit all the way around, but the comb-out was getting us both hot. I took off my shirt before I bent down and put him in my oral cavity. It was the sweet-smelling taste… Like coming home…I could n't get enough.


I suck, slurped, and pumped enjoying every moan and moan he made. Every time I licked and sucked I could finger the wrench at the core of my pussy. I was so fucking wet and he had n't even touched me. I think I was half in love with him then, but when he started cumming in my mouth I was gone. All I could recollect about was the next time. I wondered how far we would go. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted to feel the big peter hammering in my mouth, ass, slit, and sliding between my tits. I wanted to be his toy, his hard worker, anything he wanted or needed I was more than bequeath. I wanted to please Dom in the worst way. He did n't have a go at it it yet, but I had a submissive streak a mi wide. I needed to be controlled. It turned me on it the bad way that he did n't adjoin me the first off time. I had not earned it yet.


It was n't long before we had to see each other again. We had given each early something that we had been missing. I had given him the release that he desired while he had given me somebody to intrust. I could open up to him about my needs and wants and he understood because he was just kinky as I was. We needed to fuck like most people need air and water. We tried to outride away but the constant talking and masturbating were n't enough anymore. I found myself rubbing my pussy whenever I thought of him. It did n't matter if I was driving or in category. It was like a fire that I could n't put out any more. I had never met anyone like him. We shared a lot of the same Hope, aspiration, and fantasies.


I knew that he wanted a threesome and I was attempting to pee-pee the agreement for his birthday. It was only about four months away, and I was extremely shake up. I had always wanted to sleep together a girl, but never had the nerve to try. The cerebration of Dom watching my firstly time was enough to fold the sight. I had started planning…first she would go down on his dick and then I would join in. Licking and sucking his heavily cock. When he got ready to cum I wanted to be the one who took him in my mouth…I love the way his cum tastes, and I'm not certainly I could share the first burden. After he was relaxed I wanted him ascertain as we explored one another's bodies. I wanted to lick her from top to bottom…finally burying my face between her thighs. I could n't wait to taste her juicy cunt, stand by my tongue inside of her, and sucking her clit until she came apart.
I figured by the sentence we were done with one another he would be ready for round two. I could envision him sitting there stroking that immense peter until it was ready to burst…



fountainhead even with the best laid plans job seem to get their way in. Ours happened about the middle of July, with a drunken sound call. As usual I had been up late fight with Jeff. I had just gotten good and gone when the speech sound rang. When I seen it was Dom I thought something was wrong because he normal didn't call when he knew I was habitation. It was around 3:30 in the morning, and he wanted me to come in over. I was stressed and upset because of Jeff, so I did n't oppugn it. I got up showed, dressed, and left. I arrived around 4:30 and of course the house was quite. The front line door was out-of-doors and the TV was on. I assumed he had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for me. I knocked on the door, and much to my surprise an older lady answers the door…this is how I met his mother. She had been babysitting and decided to stay over instead of driving home that dark. I tried to call back spry, but I have never been a good liar. Needless to say neither is he. We were busted and things went to grass pretty fast.


His mother informed his girlfriend that I had came over, and that was pretty a good deal the end of that…or so I thought.


Thanks for reading my story ! Let me screw if you want to hear part two ... how his birthday became a surprise for us both .