Breaking The Norm ( Revised )


Black, Oral-Sex
So I 'm reposting the first 6 chapters I have been encouraged by close friends and relatives that I should really publish A script with this and since you guys on the site gave me my first gear review article I want you to read again a let me if we 're record book worthy. There are almost 11 chapters done now so let mere what you think.




breaking The Norm Ch.1 Workout to Remember


It was a Tuesday forenoon and I was back to the day by day flurry and fuss of the quotidian grind. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the cheery Caribbean, fresh off of my first cruise. ( suspiration ) I am already missing the fine sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 second commute to my first call of the day. Here I am 23 years old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 years out of trade schooltime. I am a cable guy so to speak, although nothing like that unbalanced ass movie. As a incline hustle I managed personal networks, web page designing, and doing repairs that kind of stuff. I grew up in the metropolis life story so we always have to keep on a side hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that shameful man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an participating soul, I love sports… spectating and acting. I have a rank at my local LA Fitness where my visit are almost daily. If I am not hitting the exercising weight, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to think. Better yet that's what I thought until my sprightliness was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a solid 200 lbs of chiseled heftiness. I always maintain a low cut with Wave that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.

As for my love life ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to graze in the same eatage for an extended menstruum of time. Hey call me a player or womanizer if you will, but not a char I've been with can say anything bad about me. Being the avid resident of the gym that I was, let's just say I've had share of womanhood. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding women. All of my Quaker envied me because the wishing they could talk to one-half as many cleaning lady as I had. They'd come to me for all variety of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any backsheesh or full stop I may pay. Weird, I know right but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't call myself cocky, just confident.

After what had turned out to be a decent day of work I was making my way to the gym to take some hoops. As I entered the installation there was a Whitney Young lady following right after me. Being the gentleman that I am, I was sure to concur the door for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a problem anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sugared aroma of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully knock Mike Mike Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid much attention to her case being that she was behind me but I couldn't help remark this hour glass shaped fair sex now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to stimulate ahead and see if the fount of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its heavenly shape and smell. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal rounds at the front rejoinder. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two citizenry at the social movement counter.
"Hey lady, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there mister I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"well I was on vacation last hebdomad erotic love. My booster and I went on a cruise to the Dame Rebecca West Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

I'm sure she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning arduous to get my attention ever since she started working here two months ago. For some grounds or another though she just always gave the vibe of crazy clingy type… you know.

"Awwww it was a fellas only trip"was my only rebuttal.
"Oh ok, well maybe next time right ?"
"ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh"I said sarcastically walking away.

After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the nameless beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a missed chance to see her face. After changing into right attire I casually walked out of the footlocker elbow room and headed toward the motor lodge. On the way I stopped to grab a swig of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my drunkenness and turned around I was gripped by the odor once more. In an instant my judgement was made up that I must see this woman. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her smell across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical simple machine. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of hanker leotards and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute sexiness. Her smoothen buff brown skin was as silklike as I had ever seen on a adult female. What made me cease in my tracks though was her Ass. That's justly it was not a laughingstock, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. Matter of fact calling it an ass might be an vilification, what she had was a Grade A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk space like a 1972 Chevy Aepyceros melampus. Oh the fun I could make with her booty. I had to stop and admire how perfect an ass she had.

Forgetting my original intentions, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some scope immediately glancing over to only imprecate near declivity off the motorcar. She had a natural beauty that was unmatched as far as I was come to. Her hazel optic felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted feeling I never knew existed within. Her eyes were everlasting in every way down to the thin Asian slant they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her facial features. My trance was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my foothold there for a second thanks"if my complexion wasn't so deep I'm pretty sure the blushing that was occurring would induce been totally obvious."So what's your epithet I haven't seen you here before are you new to the gym ?"I figured why not spark conversation.

"wellspring I just recently moved to this area but I've been a LA physical fitness member for a good while now."

"Oh ok sounds good. Well I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't catch your gens overlook lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her headphone went on. As her exercise began I couldn't stay fresh my eyes off her. By the time I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been visible from the nominal head door of the establishment if it hadn't been for the concretion underdrawers I was wearing under my gym shorts. It had only been 15 arcminute and my day at the gym was done. My heading was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my intact living. This was so uncharacteristic of me uncalled-for to say. On my way home base I did aught but think of this capital of Wyoming. Sadly all I had was a name and the permanent image of her working out ; that made me hungrier than a prisoner on death row for some pussy.

After showering and heating up some leftovers for dinner ( yes I gets down in the kitchen ) I went and sat on the balcony of my condo contemplating who I should visit to relieve my sexual tensity. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a call from Donna.

"Hello there Donna."
"Hello sexual chocolate how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so long dark-skinned hair about 130lbs cocoa palm chocolate-brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of friends would call in"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her recently thirties but could easily pass for 28 or 29. She was a hot pellet lawyer with no kids or spouse just a healthy intimate appetite. She was one of my first clients when I branched off on my side hustle. She refers to me as her birdcall boy, I just considered myself to be her peter on demand. I didn't mind seeing how my sex effort is through the roof, and on a Nox like tonight it was raging.

"wellspring Donna I am more than willing to do you however it is you desire to be done."
"Hmmmm interesting be at my attic in an hour."

Approximately 63 minutes later I found myself ringing Donna's doorbell. She answered the threshold looking like a stunt double for Halle Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so tight against her soma, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her late thirties the way her C-cup knocker sat up firm upon her chest. Her long legs were tight and firm as if she hadn't stopped running raceway almost 20 years ago in luxuriously shoal. Her mouth were wide, soft and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so this evening as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not forget my favorite property upon her, her ass. That too was tauten yet lenient and pleasantly plump just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My dick just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat suit was crotch less. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying as she turned to top me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat rooms was also assless.

"Soooooooooo Brandon you're late."

"Yeah I'm"… I was cut off with her finger to my sass and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an acclivity to her life elbow room. To my surprisal a stripper terminal had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the pole. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a host of different acrobatic tricks to the R & B music performing in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the pole dancing I was about set up to split in my bloomers. I particularly enjoyed this one motion where she jumped up on the terminal and used her upper body military capability to control her stock with her legs extensive open exposing her honey pot to my excited eyes. The second metre she performed this maneuver I could wait no Sir Thomas More. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my face to be used as her landing funnies. As she made contact with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a mouth full phase of the moon her hot snatch juice and an ever so sweet sound of her moan. I went to work licking and nibbling on her clit making her screeching and quiver in joy. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my oral cavity. Yes I am what you would call a cunt eating connoisseur. I continued to administer clitoric stimulus, perhaps retentive than I would normally in part to wee-wee up for my tardiness.

"YES YES AHHHHHHHH RI…………… THERE OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHH SSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT………….. You damn young whipper snapper."

After having her shutter upon my fount twice already I figure I would let her compose herself. While having her still straddle my grimace I figure would osculate her dear sanctuary until she gained enough military strength to go on. She must have taken a couplet of those 5 time of day free energy shots because to my surprise she slid down to my raging heavy member and went to townsfolk. She began by slowly licking the length of my shaft like a torpedo Popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the neighborhood lick me in such fashion as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an avid blower to say the least but tonight she was special, don't know if it was still the lingering sentiment of Cheyenne that made it that a good deal better but the vigor Donna was working with was gon na have me explode in no time. She slowly throated as much of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the head of my peter and began sucking swampy and energetically. I couldn't help but to foresee the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes wave at this very mo. Donna throated me two more times coming back up to my cock foreland virtually summoning my seeds from the profoundness of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my thoughts of capital of Wyoming my member would not return to Donna's throat as I was cumming what seemed to be an ocean of nut into her mouth.

"Oh my Donna you have blown my damn socks completely off."

"Well the way you put it on me boy I had to return the favor. ”
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