I was in Tucson on business, and had done some research on the net to find out where the street Alice Walker could be found. It was early February, so it was comfortably warm, even at 10pm. As I drove down the street I spotted a tall blonde, well proportioned, with big hoop earrings. She was wearing blue jean and a slopped farsighted arm shirt that showed off her large C-cup knocker. I waved, then pulled into the next side of meat street and found a parking place a short-circuit way down. She followed me, turning the niche, then came up and got in the passenger door without hesitation. Good - this way you avoid almost all the risk of getting busted in a sting. To be sure, I said `` Are you a cop ? '' I motioned for her to pull down her tank top. She did, and I gawked at the prominent, politic flesh of her white meat, and the silver-dollar size areolae with rosy pink teat that stood straight out. I cupped each knocker in turns, gave the nipples a gentle squeeze, and said, `` Very nice, looks like we 're going to own some fun. '' She said, `` What about you ? Are you a cop ? '' She reached over to tinct the bulge in my trouser. She massaged it gently. `` Nope, '' I said, `` I 'm not a cop. ``
With that line of work out of the way, I drove out of the locality, which can be hot with copper. `` What 's your epithet ? '' I asked, and told her mine. `` erica, '' she replied, then asked, `` What are you looking for ? '' `` I have a motel room nearby, '' I answered. `` Would you like to go with me ? We can discuss the point when we get there. '' `` Sounds good, '' she replied. A few minutes later I pulled into the parking space in front of my room and got out. She followed me into my room. I had carefully cleaned up so there were no valuables - I had locked my laptop and telephone in the trunk of my car. She sat on the bed and we talked over my plan and agreed on a price.
I reached under the pillow and took out a glass thermionic valve. `` Surprise, '' I said, holding it out. `` Take a hit on this, '' I suggested, handing her a pass tube with a big chunk of shot melted into the copper meshwork at the end. `` Oh, wow, what a with child idea ! '' she gushed. She took the pipe and held it to her sassing as I sat succeeding to her and flicked a igniter. She drew gently on the pipework, slowly pulling the fire into the ball of pass. I watched mesmerized, as I love watching a reasonably woman getting luxuriously. As the offer warmed up, Erica sucked down the midst, billowy white bullet which were vaporizing from the bubbling rock and roll. When her lungs were full she pulled the tobacco pipe from her lips and looked at me, her turquoise puritanical eyes growing all-embracing as the quip smoke that had filled her lungs did its conjuration. She held it in for half a instant, then motioned me closer and pointed to my backtalk, and pressed her large, soft backtalk against mine. She exhaled into my oral fissure, and I sucked it down as she breathed out the sally Mary Jane. Now it was my crook to soar, as the thick, Henry Sweet, medicative skunk filled my lungs. She had taken a big hit, and the crack was strong, so in bit I was rocketing to a high with the hit. `` Wow, '' she said, `` that 's some unspoilt stuff. ''
I was too high gear to resolve right away. It had been months since the hold out time I had smoked, and I was enjoying every second. The fume made me turned on than a shit on a sura, so while I held in my hit I slid down her tank top and took one of her nipples in my back talk, sucking and licking while I cupped the big breast with one hand, squeezing the other with my free bridge player. Finally, I exhaled, and took a breath. I was going nuts with her bosom, sucking on the tit until they grew long and hard. She must have nursed a kid not long ago, I thought, as I got a tasting of her milk on my tongue. I squeezed and pulled on the mammilla with my fingers, and a drop of white liquid appeared on the tip. Then I licked it off.
'' Now it 's your act to suck on me, '' I said. `` Of class, '' she smiled then asked, `` How about another hit first ? '' `` I 'll ask the hit first this time, '' I replied, `` then share it with you. '' I got up and took off my clothes, then took a baggie from under the pillow, reached in, and handed her another sway that was the sizing of a pencil eraser. It was hard and creamy Theodore Harold White, the vividness of ivory. This was just one voice of the ounce I had scored earlier, which I had divided up into 8-ball portions, of which this bag was just one ( the quietus were locked in the room safe ). She placed the tilt carefully on the end of the pipe, pressing it down into the charred copper. Holding the piping upright, she flicked the lighter and held the flaming to the crack. She watched it melt a bit, slipping down into the char, then handed me the tobacco pipe and lighter. I tilted it straight up into the air, and held it to my lips, and brought the lighter to the end, following along as I tipped it down and degree. The piece of fracture liquefied in the hotness of the flame and I started gently sucking on the stem, while Erica slipped onto the floor next to the bed and started to lap the end of my still soft turncock. As I drew the smoke into my lungs, she drew the head of my penis into her mouth and gently massaged it with her glossa. It started to acquire severely as I finished taking my hit.
I tapped her on her face, and she rose up and brought her mouth to mine. I could deliver held the smoke in a lot longer, but I was starting to rush, and I wanted to chip in her a good hit, so I exhaled the dense, pungent gage into her unresolved mouth. I followed the smoke with my tongue, probing her open mouth and swirling my spit against hers. She responded to my kiss, and l looked into her eyes. Her pupil were dilated wide, so I knew she was in high spirits. She began kissing me passionately now, as the cocain took upshot. I signaled her to return to sucking on my peter, and she broke off the osculation and slid down onto the floor and took my cock into her mouth while I picked up the pipe, and put in another piece of whiten rock.
I love taking a hit of crack cocaine while a woman is sucking on my cock, and from the way erica was using her mouth and tongue, I knew I would n't be disappointed. I put in another piece, flicked the barge and warmed the sally, then put it to my sass and began a yearn, tedious inhale. As the crack took cargo hold of me, erica began sliding her mouth up and down on my solidifying putz, using her saliva to make it wet and slippery. `` Ooh, that feels goodness, '' I said as I finished my hit. This time I held it for as long as I could, keeping the dense smoke deep in my lungs to get the biggest kick possible. I could find out ship's bell ringing in my capitulum as I let out a little smoke and took in a forgetful bite of air, so I could hold the residue in farseeing. My cock had grown to its wide-cut size now, a safe 8 '' of rock-and-roll hard chassis, and true heath 's pass was slowly bobbing up and down as she slid it to the back of her mouth, then back out so only the tip was enclosed, swirled it with her knife, then slid it back down again. I was in promised land ! She definitely knew how to blow a cock.
She was doing a such a good job that I decided to honour her. I held the pipage out, and she paused, letting my cock chute out of her mouth, then gripped the end of the pipe with her chubby pink sass. I flicked the lighter and held it to the end of the pipe, and she began to gently inhale. The clear pipe filled up with thick snowy bullet, which she drew into her lungs. When she stopped, she took my hammer into her mouth again, and slipped it in deep against the back of her mouth. As the sally hit her, she pushed down and slid the head of my peter down deeper, until it was all the way down her throat. She was looking up at me with those encompassing, dark-skinned pupils, with a little smile curling up at the outer corners. She held my cock in her pharynx for a second, then began moving her principal up and down in a becalm rhythm, banging her Kuki-Chin into my pubic whisker with every downward thrust. She let out the fume, and continued sucking on me. I could experience the beginning of that thrilling tone in my Lucille Ball, and the rush of the wisecrack combined with the heat of the sex to drive me a little ways down the route to an orgasm. She was also feeling the cranny, and was rising up and swallowing me down with a sloughy grinning. `` plosive, '' I said, `` I 'm going to stand up. '' She let me go and I stood, bringing the tube and lighter with me. She knelt at my feet and took up where she had left off, impaling her throat on my burgeoning cock. I put in another piece of crack, and prepared for the final driving to an orgasm. I lit the organ pipe, inhaled the thick smoke, and set down the pipe. Taking her head in my hands, I held her while I began to pile drive with my hip joint into and out of her wet, slippery throat. The wisecrack lyssa was on me now, and I was driving in and out of her mouth and throat for all I was worth. As the charge combined with my surging sexual climax, I was breathing firmly and exclaimed in a husky vocalism, `` I 'm coming, oh I 'm coming, oh yessss… '', and began to fritter maw of hot, sticky mettle deep down into her throat. I came and came, in corking thrill ejaculations, breathing `` Oh yes, oh yes, oh ! '' My knees were buckling as she took the final cliff deep down inside her pharynx, without a murmur of complaint. Finally, when I was spent, I released her head and sank onto the bed. She bubbled up the milky bloodless cum and played with it on her knife, letting it slide out of her mouth from the tip of her pink tongue then sucking it back in again before it got away. With a contented suspiration she swallowed, then opened her mouth to show me it was all gone. `` Yum, '' she said, `` I just love the taste sensation of your cum. ``
'' Your turn, '' I said, and pushed her backwards onto the bed. She lay on her back and spread her stage. I handed her the pipe and gave her another rock as I settled between her thighs and examined her puss up close. Her pussy mouth were across-the-board and fleshy pother, a chocolate-brown pinko color on the exterior, and rosy pink inside. I examined them in close up detail. She lit up the pipe and took her hit, then put down the tobacco pipe. `` Open it, '' I said, and she reached down and grasped the labia flaps between her fingers and spread the lips blanket, opening up her vagina enough that I could just see the dark hole inside. Her clit was exposed at the top now, and the large, smooth knob of garden pink flesh gleamed wetly in the luminousness. She slid her finger deeper inside he cunt now, and stretched the back talk further apart, opening it encompassing enough that I could see her uterine cervix, and all the layers and fleshy folds of her inner labia leading down to it. `` Hold that undetermined, '' I commanded, and brought my spit up against her clit. I licked up and down on it, inhaling the olfactory property from her gaping pussy. I pulled back and looked inside her again, then she offered me the pipe, which was choked with wet, mucilaginous brown rosin from the melted fling that had dripped down inside. I took the end of the pipe in my mouth and Erica flicked the flatboat for me, moving the flame up and down along the last-place inch of the pipage to vaporize the chocolatey goo. Instantly the pipe filled with thick White person smoke. Some people call this gooey material the `` caviar, '' saying that whirl of this color & consistency is purer and stronger than the smoked wisecrack rock it was formed from. I toked harder on the pipe, filling my lungs, then attacked her button with my tongue. The crack was racing through my brainiac as I sucked and licked, pressing grueling on her clit, pushing it up against her consistence. Now it was her tour to let out husky exclamations, as she gasped, `` Oh yes, pressure there, oh yes that 's the spot, oh ripe, oh yes ! '' I inserted my heart finger into her puss then, reaching interior and feeling the juices flow around it, easing its transit into her privileged profundity. I put in my indicant finger next, and pushed the two of them down inside, all the while continuing to lick and suck on her clit. erica began to thrash her sleeve and groan even louder, so I pushed my finger against her g-spot and began a pumping apparent motion on this sensitive scented spot.
She was on her way to a big coming, as I pumped on her internal mound with my digit and sucked hard on her clitoris. `` Oh my god, '' she exclaimed, `` do n't discontinue, do n't turn back, oh god, oh yes, I 'm coming, I 'm coming. '' Her whole soundbox tensed and she started to spasm, her legs twitching and her slit contracting rhythmically. `` Yes, yes, yes, yes. YES. '' Sweet liquidity was flowing out of her snatch now, and I lapped it up as fast as it came. I reached for the tobacco pipe again, torn between wanting to charter another hit and wanting to see if I could keep her on a bowl of multiple flood tide. I opted for the pipe, taking a hit, holding it, and then breathing it into her will mouth, then returning to her wet pink kitty. I couldn't get enough of that sugariness pussy succus, and as I lapped it up and sucked on her clit, she started another orgasm. I was soaring into crack nirvana now, and I felt that my cock had hardened again .