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My name is Alex, which is shortstop for Alexandra. I live in a humble southern townspeople where everyone pretty much knows one another. It is n't uncommon to become significant or marry at a young age, and I was no exception. By the time I was twenty I had two kids and a all in beat to raise. Coming from a kick downstairs home plate myself it was important for me to stay fresh my minuscule family together. I wanted better for my small fry ; the exclusively problem is he made our lives a living hell.


Jeff slept and popped oral contraceptive all day while I went to school, worked, took concern of the planetary house, and Thomas Kid. He refused to lick and belittled everything I did. I was lost and felt that I had made my choices and should deal with them. I stayed for over 10 class 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 eld. We dated briefly in Jnr high, basically a week of hand holding and phone calls. So I was surprised to say the least when in the middle of a huge controversy with Jeff, I receive an flash message from Dom.


So it started…
That night in the midst of a hellish contestation and writing an essay for my literature class comes my flak from the retiring. We talked for hours catching up on one another's lives ; it was like a breather of fresh air. At 2 that break of day we finally said our good byes, and I told him not to be a stranger. I assumed I would n't hear 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 chitchat. He made me happy…the emotion was so strange I did n't even know what it was at first base. So of course I was more than bequeath to talk to him again. Much like the first time, we talked for time of day still learning and getting to know one another.


It all started innocently enough. We would text or fb several sentence a week about nothing in fussy, family, study, kids etc ... After a few week of that we started talking every day. He would text while he was at work, and sometimes when he got home if his girlfriend was at piece of work. It became the highlighting of my day. I waited eagerly by my phone every morning for my new favorite sound…ding.


Jeff had managed to isolate me from my protagonist and crime syndicate, so it was majuscule to hold person to talk to. I had started branching out some, but this was different. I don't know if it was the joining that we once had or that we had so much in common, but the pull was there from the commencement. I don't think either one of us expected things to happen the way they did. The timing could n't have been any more wrong. He was expecting a baby and ready to ask his longtime girlfriend to marry him. I was trying to find a way out of the my marriage ... it was like composure in the heart of the tempest for me though. It seemed like he was feeding me as everyday DOS of courageousness, and I could check my head up high for the first time in years.


As our comforter point with one another grew we opened up more and more. He told me things about his past and nowadays as I did with him. Then out of the blue he asks me a strange interrogative. He asks me if a reversal job was considered cheat. I was floored we had not spoken of or mentioned sex at all. fountainhead that definitely broke the ice on that field of study. He told me that he and his girlfriend had stopped having sex when she became pregnant. He said even before she did n't give blow jobs. It had been 5 eld since he had had someone's lip around his dick. I could n't believe that she did n't like going down on him. It used to be one of my favored things before Jeff. I loved the ascendancy, the look in a man's eyes when he was lost. I tried to be good. I gave him advice on different affair to try. My imagination was running wild, it had been so recollective since I had had a big hard hawkshaw anywhere near me. Jeff and I had not fucked in age. The pills made it where he could n't get it up. So I lived on batteries and fantasy. Dom had unknowingly just stroked the fire of my fantasies.


Still trying to be good for his sake, I gave him more tip. What he did n't fuck is I was picturing myself doing all of these matter to him. I wanted to savour him in the mop up way. What I did n't cognise is that it was turning him on as much as it was me. After an hour he sent me a video of him jerking off. It was so hot ; I wanted to be there to catch his hot spunk in my mouth. I 've always been a cum slut. I love the feel of it on my skin, and the perceptiveness in my mouth. I did n't care about Jeff or Dom's girlfriend any to a greater extent. All I cared about was sucking the cum out of his Brobdingnagian bootleg cock. I had never been with a black guy before, and the thought of have him balls deep in my ardent wet mouth was about all I could ask.


We kept our aloofness because we knew what would happen if we were alone together. We still talked every day, and sexting just as a lot. We saw each other a duad of time ( in the present tense of other people. ) It took us three month 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 maiden since we had n't been alone with one another in geezerhood. I knew what I wanted, but did n't require to come off as a slut so I waited… But the bulge in his blue jean let me know he wanted it as badly as I did. I finally got the nerve to reach out over and rub him. It did n't take me hanker to unbuckle his whack and jeans. I wanted to feel that soft silky pelt in my hand. He was hard as hellhole, and I could wait to hold him in my sass. I had never seen a gumshoe so big up closing before. I took my time stroking him, my finger's breadth 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 mouth. It was the sweetest taste… Like coming home…I could n't get enough.


I suck, slurped, and pumped enjoying every moan and groan he made. Every time I licked and sucked I could feel the pull at the gist of my pussycat. I was so make love 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 think about was the succeeding time. I wondered how far we would go. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted to feel the big hammer buffeting in my mouthpiece, ass, kitty-cat, and sliding between my bosom. I wanted to be his toy, his slave, anything he wanted or needed I was more than volition. I wanted to please Dom in the worst way. He did n't have it off it yet, but I had a submissive streak a mile wide. I needed to be controlled. It turned me on it the worst way that he did n't stir me the first time. I had not earned it yet.


It was n't long before we had to see each other again. We had given each other something that we had been missing. I had given him the release that he desired while he had given me individual to intrust. I could spread up to him about my needs and wants and he understood because he was just kinky as I was. We needed to know like most the great unwashed need air and water system. We tried to stay away but the constant quantity talking and masturbating were n't enough anymore. I found myself rubbing my twat whenever I thought of him. It did n't matter if I was driving or in course. 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 hopes, dreams, and fantasies.


I knew that he wanted a three and I was attempting to make the transcription for his birthday. It was only about four calendar month away, and I was extremely arouse. I had always wanted to fuck a girl, but never had the nervus to try. The intellection of Dom watching my foremost time was enough to close the raft. I had started planning…first she would suck his shaft and then I would join in. Licking and sucking his hard cock. When he got make 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 for sure I could part the first consignment. After he was relaxed I wanted him look out 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, stick my glossa inside of her, and sucking her clit until she came apart.
I figured by the prison term we were done with one another he would be make for round two. I could picture him sitting there stroking that huge dick until it was ready to burst…



Well even with the proficient laid plans problems seem to find their way in. Ours happened about the eye of July, with a drunken headphone birdsong. As usual I had been up late scrap with Jeff. I had just gotten undecomposed and departed when the phone rang. When I seen it was Dom I thought something was wrong because he normal didn't claim when he knew I was home. It was around 3:30 in the morning, and he wanted me to come over. I was stressed and upset because of Jeff, so I did n't question it. I got up showed, dressed, and left. I arrived around 4:30 and of course the home was quite. The front door was open and the TV was on. I assumed he had fallen asleep on the redact wait for me. I knocked on the room access, and much to my surprise an older noblewoman answers the door…this is how I met his female parent. She had been babysitting and decided to stay over instead of driving home that night. I tried to think spry, but I have never been a in force liar. Needless to say neither is he. We were busted and things went to shit pretty fast.


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


Thanks for reading my story ! Let me know if you want to learn role two ... how his natal day became a surprise for us both .