Charlene let out a low pensive moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her concealment as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to look towards her clock, feeling her massive, flabby breasts sack in her let loose armored combat vehicle top as she rolled.


winking against the visible radiation of her clock she squinted, it's leafy vegetable led digits almost blinding her in the right-down black of her room.


She frowned a short in discombobulation as the ignitor declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a weighty sleeper, waking only for her alarm system and even then, oft time that was a struggle.


Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking nothing of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her handwriting to casually conform her thorax, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heat of her own body as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more sleep, her eyes closing once more.


She opened them suddenly to the plain audio of footfall downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, eye wide, there had been no mistaking the noise and few things seldom woke someone like the realization that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.


Again she heard the footsteps, whoever it was was trying to be quiet, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar household. She swallowed anxiously and felt her center drubbing faster in her chest, two clear and distinct emotions rising to the cutting edge within her.


The start was intellectual and to be expected by anyone in her situation, concern, the fear of the unknown, the fear of loss, the concern of being hurt.


The second was Sir Thomas More of a Charlene thing. Anger, pure sodding delirium.


"Oh, fuck no.."She growled to herself, feeling the pit of fear condense down into a upstanding puffiness of red hot rage.


Someone had had the freshness to divulge into her home plate, invade her orbit and defective still, disturbed her cherished sleep.


She moved to suffer slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the darkness to her face locker. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the chance to tidy up the mess she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a unspoiled thing.


She searched with questing finger across the top of the comeback, feeling perfume bottles, a haircloth brush, some straighteners, a claw hammer…


She encircled her fingers around the handle of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its weightiness in her hands, reassuring and heavy.


No one broke into Charlene 's dwelling house.


She had the advantage over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the dark, bumping into physical object, cursing and swearing under their breath, she knew all the ticks and tricks of her house.


Moving around in the absolute darkness she stealthed through her menage perfectly, each footstep placed with precision, avoiding the squeaky floorboard, never bumping into an object, making her way across her landing and down her stairs.


She made her way through her living room and towards her kitchen, hearing movements within and seeing the dim glow of a light, possibly a torch as she moved ever closer, trying to prepare herself mentally for whatever could happen next.


As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shinbone bash unexpectedly into the side of her burnt umber tabular array, forcing a surprised grunt of painful sensation from between her lips.


She knew her house like the dorsum of her hand, but this SOB had stumbled through it knocking things around, placing things where they shouldn't be.


As she controlled herself she froze, standing perfectly still, listening.


The intruder too had gone silent, hearing the dissonance and entering a similar state to her, they both knew they weren't alone now and neither of them knew what they were up against.


She stood still and listened, unable to see a thing as the light went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any light to go by whatsoever.


Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them go to move once again, back towards the living room this time, towards her and towards the front doorway that was on the other incline of her, likely where they had broken in from.


She inched to the side towards the bulwark, sliding her feet across the carpeted surface slowly to invalidate any more noises and to feel for any former misplaced objects, focusing the entire metre on what she could hear.


She heard them shuffle through the room, cautious, but not as smooth or sneaky as her, she could almost, even in the lurch black, produce out a silhouette, though it could've just been a caper of her mind.


She had to think quickly, they were going to pass right by her, right between her and one of the sofa. It was possible they had a gun, potential they had a tongue, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't risk getting herself cut or flash, but she was too bloodless to just let them take the air out with whatever they had pilfered without at least trying to defend back. She reached behind her, bridge player feeling lightly at the wall.


She swallowed, her adrenaline rising as her fingers traced over the elbow room light switch.


She would hold to believe fast. Flip the switch, key the weapon, swing.


She felt her heart hammering in her chest and was genuinely afraid the interloper, so close now, would listen it beating away inside her. She could almost feel them as they moved to pass by towards the doorway.


Charlene flipped the electric switch, instantly assessing the male person in strawman of her no more than a whole tone away. He was in his late teens or other twenties, his hazel centre widening in jar as he looked towards her, hair short and night, skin white, a minuscule shorter than her and a penny-pinching thing wearing all Black person, she looked to his handwriting, both empty.


The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, light saw a woman, tall, black skinned, wearing Charles Grey boxershorts and a tank car top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to spread his mouth to yelp in surprisal but was muted by one of two things.


The for the first time, seemingly, a war cry, as Charlene roared in defiance, the moment, Charlene herself, all but flying at him.


She dropped her hammer and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the compounding of the flashy randomness and the sudden lighting disarming him of the only unsavory weapon he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that bang-up to start with given the spate he had gotten himself into, unarmed.


She hit him hard, bearing him to the floor with her weight and strength, fueled and enhanced by her adrenaline rush as she took him to the floor, instantly engaging in a struggle.


He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few strike on her abdomen and substantial dresser, but without any tangible superpower behind them all they served to do was piss her off further.


She grunted as he hit her with a half balled clenched fist in the English of the straits, causing her to grit her teeth and double down her efforts, shifting her body weighting as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to attain her objective.


He gasped loudly and freeze down, a thin wrist in each of her strong paw, one of her knee resting on the ground, the other digging into his crotch.


"nookie proceed a ass inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my leave articulatio genus. Under-fucking-stood ?"She growled, her long black haircloth falling around her face as she stared down into the face of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific pain had very certainly gotten his attention.


He nodded some, eying her with wide, terrified eye.


She eyed him over for a few long instant, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her menage, she had to admit he was sorting of cute, he had a boylike good luck charm that she usually looked for in her perspective spouse.


Shame, really, that the cute ones were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an chance to depend him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no sense letting a in force objet d'art of eye candy go completely to dissipation, after all.


She moved up onto her knees, causing him to pule as she exuded just the lilliputian bit of additional imperativeness onto his detritus, his middle flicking between her cheek and her tits, huge and broad, her sullen segmentation prominent in her lean nighttime top as she reached behind her, picking up her hammer from where it had fallen, causing him to pale significantly.


"Here 's whats going to happen. My phones upstairs. We're going to take the air upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the hammer. If your hand aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer."She tilted her head some, narrowing her oculus."Want to guess what happens if you try to run ?"


"... You hit me with the hammer."he said, his first base row to her, terrified and quiet.


She snorted."hypothesis you have a brain cell after all."


She moved to stand off of him, her arm raised her dead body tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more luck, especially given that his wear was informal and loose-fitting, with a multitude of scoop that could hide out any number of switch blades or other small but just as good weapons.


"Stand up. And take your wearing apparel off."


He leaned up on his elbows, hesitating."I… What ?"


"You could be fucking hiding anything. I'm not being stabbed just to protect your fucking modesty. trench the clothes then get your hired hand up."she frowned severely, her voice conveying her stiffness and severeness.


He flushed with colouration, obviously debating his next relocation but with her standing over him, mallet ready, he wasn't really left with any course former than the one laid out for him.


He sat up and started to take out his crown and shirt, the jacket landing heavily on the trading floor, pouch laden, she didn't doubt, with whatever he had pilfered from her home.


As he started to undo his bash he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his blench slender body, verbalism unreadable."Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."


She let out a short-circuit, shrewd joke,"You're sorry ? Oh well ! That 's all fucking right then, isn't it ?"she snorted in amusement and derision,"Hurry the fuck up."


He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his farsighted stage, kicking off his shoes and setting both in a good deal before following suit with his shadow socks, leaving him sitting in a pair of black boxers.


He moved to endure but she tutted, waving the power hammer at him with a mite of menace,"Everything hon."


"You ... ca n't be serious."he protested, voice monotonic, now kneeling as he had made to place upright, looking up at her incredulously, his cheeks red.


"Ca n't have you bringing any ‘ concealed arm'to bare on me. Every. Thing."she said, emphasizing each word with a wave of her hammer.


He let out a wonky suspiration and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his drawers, revealing his package to her, about four in flaccid between his thighs, a temporary hookup of dark hair above his length and under his arms seemingly the only body hair he boasted.


She couldn't help but simper a little at his size. To Charlene, white male child were so much fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no jeopardy of mistaking him for a girl like some of her previous partners, no fem-trap. But at the Sami time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No tone up consistence or muscles, no hard jaw or thickly face fungus. Just a Young man, slender and lithe.


"Mm.. Cute. Hands up, upstairs, march."She ordered, moving behind him, her own artillery still raised, her own concealed weapon starting to pay attention…


"Look, I didn't have to fail your door or anything, I just picked the lock, I haven't actually damaged anything."he whined weakly as he walked ahead of her, cheeks aflame at the embarrassment of being stripped and forced to take the air before her.


"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the law are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your pants back on before they cuff you.."She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stairs, her middle firmly fixed on his ass face as they shifted with each stair upwards."I do n't know whether this is a misdemeanour or a felony but either way I bet you're going to deliver a real fun time behind bars."


He stiffened a short, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the stairs as he was, with her just a couple behind she again afforded him an splendid view down her top.


Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her supporter instead as a locally blessed fair sex. Her consistence was attractive, but her breasts were huge and drew significant aid, each one full and soft, around the size of her own head if not a little larger, innate and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a veritable valley of cleavage.


"I er.."he swallowed, distractedly forcing his eyes up to receive her,"I ca n't go to jail.."


"She laughed again and pushed him forward with the top of her hammer, urging him towards her bedchamber where her phone lay plugged in and charging.


"Oh yeah sure. I'm sure that without you your poor old mom or some shit would just be completely lost, right ?"


"My sister actually.."he said, though the surrender in his voice made it authorize he already knew she wouldn't believe his groom lie.


"Pft. Sure. Sit your ass down."she commanded, pointing to the bed as they entered the room.


He did as he was told, sitting on the boundary as she turned the elbow room 's light on, moving around to her bedside table and picking up her phone.


She hesitated, putting her telephone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire time, reached into the stern drawer of her bedside board, pulling out a yoke of pink fuzzy handcuffs and tossing them to him.


"Put theses on, articulatio radiocarpea behind your back."


He looked up at her, ready to object but just sighed and complied, wiggling as struggled to fit the cuffs around his articulatio radiocarpea behind him, but she waited patiently until he was all cuffed in and secure.


"constabulary are going to induce a hell of a jest when they come to pick you up huh ? All defenseless and cuffed up.."she smirked.


"Please… I'll do anything, I just… I just ca n't go to jail. Please ?"he said, his voice sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fate was sealed, but he couldn't service himself but plead.


She eyed him over as she placed her hammer down, figuring she no longer needed it with him restrained as he was and picked up her phone, walking to stand in front end of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful sight of the boy.


He wasn't crying, but he was close she could tell, his T. H. White cock soft between his second joint, his embarrassment, and ignominy written plain as day across his face.


"Anything ?"she asked, holding her phone in her script at such an angle that he could see she had typed in 911 and had only to hit dial.


He glanced from the phone to her, a spark of Bob Hope in his beautiful brown center as he nodded.


She pursed her full backtalk as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to caress over the satiny smooth skin of his shoulder, warm under her touch.

"Even… Sex stuff ?"she asked, smirking a trivial playfully, her voice adopting a sultry tone.


She enjoyed the play of emotions across his face at the melodic theme, disbelieve, machination, an obvious element of attractor, the hope in his eyes grew and she laughed a little.


"Oh, you aren't that lucky Theodore Harold White boy.."She reached a hand down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the base of her balmy putz, hefting it free and into the Light Within, her thick, meaty log bouncing a fundament or so from his face as it flopped free of its confines.


"O-oh fuck.. I… You're.."he stammered, staring at the char 's huge cock.


"Bigger soft than you are arduous ? Yeah, I guessed that."she grinned.


He blushed brighter and looked up at her, afraid and uncertain.


"Question for you white boy, would you suck dick to persist out of jail ? Sounds like a fair deal to me. Pretty little thing like you would probably end up sucking hawkshaw in jail anyway…"


"I… I… I could n't ..."


She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her shorts in a casual apparent movement."Was worth a try, you're pretty fucking cute you know.. But ah well."she lifted the earphone to her ear, though she hadn't actually pressed dial.


"W-wait !"


"Mm ?"she looked down at him, admiring the desperation and conflict in his eyes.


"I ... piece of ass ... I'll do it, delight, just.. Do n't visit the police, please."he said, voice shaky and defeated.


She looked down at him, lowering her phone."Alright, go ahead."she put her work force on her pelvic arch, waiting patiently.


"But.. Your shorts…"he protested weakly.


"You've got teeth, haven't you ? respectable use them now to commit my short down because if I feel them once I 'm in that pretty piddling mouth of yours you're going to wish I'd just called the police.."she threatened.


His impertinence red and his eyes watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nose pressed gently into the chocolate peel of her exposed tummy, his dentition finding the sharpness of her shorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.


Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, leaping as he was to work her drawers down over her swelling tool. She had a moment to speculate on how well affair had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient of an unwanted invasion to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a hint of poetic justice.


He let out a little whine as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge putz press against his grimace as he did his best to disengage it, what alternative did he have, after all ?


"Mm.. Good start."She purred as her rooster, now semi severely came to lie against his hot, flushed cheek having once more recoil disengage of its fabric confines.


She worked her shorts down over her hips, letting them fall to the floor to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her Shirley Temple Black, engorging cock against his lips.


"Well ?"she asked, prompting him.


He closed his middle and took a recondite, shaky breath, but parted his lips for her.


"Oooh good boy.."she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his mouth for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her cock into his mouth and onto his tongue, one handwriting coming to rest in his dark hair as she started to slowly work her rosehip forward and backward, enjoying the wet heat of his mouth around her member.


He tried to keep himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his sass, even in his high-pitched commonwealth of defence he couldn't escape the fact that he had a rooster in his mouth. He felt its heat, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his clapper, seeking out pleasure from him as it coated itself in his spit.


"Mm.. Typically, sucking pecker involves sucking.."she commented idly, squeezing the handful of tomentum that she held, trying to remind him to action.


He let out a soft little whine between his lips but after a moment 's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her needy putz, forming a seal as his nerve caved in, resigning himself to sucking on her pole.


"Oooh fuck that 's good.. Mm.."she bit her lip and looked down at him over the swell of her tit, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty irradiation repeatedly over his tongue, each button in surrounding her cock in the wet heat of his lip, each drag out causing the suction to intensify.


"You're good at this baby.."she murmured, her hammer now rock difficult between his lips, as midst and full as the boy own forearm, almost,"I'm going to let go of your promontory now.. Just keep going for me, yeah ?"


She tentatively released his hairsbreadth and while he slowed, obviously conflicted, he still felt as if he wasn't left with much of a selection, his lips continuing to glide over the spit shined length of her cock, taking the thick, mushroom tip and several inches of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his backtalk with each of her slow thrusts.


Slowly and almost indistinguishably, Charlene slowed her thrust, the boys head starting to bob backward and forwards to keep himself moving at the gait she had set. Before hanker she found herself stood completely still. As she had slowed, to keep up the tempo, he had begun to strike his own head with increasing stop number, leading to him bobbing his head as he sucked her putz, his eyes closed, so focused on his job he hardly realized what he was doing.


"Use your tongue.."she said softly, not wanting to break his concentration but at the same time wanting to feel more, not content with the award she had already garnered.


To her surprise he did so now without reluctance, his cheeks blushing as he began, with each standoff back on her cock, to whirlpool his tongue around the sensible tip of her turncock, causing her to shudder in delight.


"A-ah.. Just like that.. Yes.."she murmured, reaching down to spellbind the base of her cock where his back talk couldn't grasp, jerking herself off, meeting his rhythm, spreading his saliva down her cock, coating it as she watched him dote on her black cock.


"You like black-market cock, do n't you.."she smirked a little.


That got his attention, his centre fluttered open and his lips moved up her cock, letting it shine liberal of his sass with a satisfying ‘ pop !'of noise, he panted softly, looking up at her as she stroked her meaty cock.


"N-no I.. You're making me do this.."He protested, voice weak.


"Sort of, yeah.."she agreed with a shrug."But that doesn't mean you aren't enjoying it, egg white boy.."


He blushed brightly and looked down, embarrassed and confused about himself.


Charlene tilted her straits and looked down, her grin spreading."... Oooh nookie. Is that a hard-on ?"


He blushed brighter and almost doubled over as if he could veil it from her now.


She laughed some and shook her top dog."piece of tail, you should've fucking told me you were getting off on this too."


He remained stoically tacit, knowing anything he said would only dish to dig the trap he'd gotten himself into deeper.


She pursed her lip, eying him,"Fuck, you break into my home, try to slip my diddley and now you go all shy on me. Tell you what I 'll make it well-heeled for you, do a ripe job sucking my hawkshaw and I wo n't bang your ass. That all the motivation you need ?"


He looked up at her sharply, his eyes widening as he looked from her gaze to her monumental, throbbing rooster, pointing right hand at his lips. He imagined that monster inside him and visibly winced.


"Yeah big isn't it,"she commented, following his gaze with a grinning, shifting her hips from side to side, pointedly wagging her cock at him."wellspring ? .."


"If.. If I do this you'll let me go ?"he said, voice still marred with that adorable uncertainty.


She pursed her lips some,"I said I wouldn't fuck your ass, I didn't say I 'd let you go. Not yet, anyway. But hey, do a soundly job and I'll let you see my mammilla, screw knows you're staring at them enough. Sound fairly ? I mean you better think so because I'm not going to give you any early offers."


"..I mean…"he said, displaying his uncertainty once again, it was by far his cutest expression, which given the frequence he was displaying it, was probably for the best.


"good !"She confirmed lightly, his uncertainty switching to mental confusion as she moved to again find oneself her phone, picking it up.


"What.. What're you doing ?"


She smirked at him,"Making a memory.."


He looked up at her as she moved back to again suffer before him, meeting her eyes for a few hanker moments, she held her phone in one manus, pointing the tv camera down at him.


He hesitated, knowing she was either taking a exposure or more potential, recording him. He looked down, focusing on the tip of her dark cock, looking at a tiny bead of cleared pre that had formed on its head.


He swallowed once and leaned forward, letting his lip bump against the hot spongy tip, seeing no other choice as he kissed it and collected the pre as he once more took her prick into the welcoming passion of his mouth, eliciting another moan from her.


She closed her optic and tilted her head back, it had been a long piece since she had had such a captive hearing in the bedroom, especially such a cute subservient one, who was, despite his objection, she knew, enjoying himself.


"tactile property good doesn't it, to service a veridical cock.. Mm.. You should stick around, I could use a beau with a oral fissure like yours.."she teased, grinning down at him.


He looked up at her, the desired effect of his look of consternation somewhat spoiled by the way her pecker filled his backtalk, the way he sucked eagerly on her sensitive tip and the way his tongue played across her sensitive flesh.


"You don't like the sound of that ?"She said with a mocking moue,"I guess I can see why. You wouldn't make such a heavy boyfriend… Messy house… High maintenance…"she smirked,"You'd make an splendid girlfriend though eh ? And besides, with a little turncock like that, it's not like you'd be doing much in the way of topping anyway is there.."


He blushed but kept his centre on her, distracting her from her taunt. He looked beautiful to her, with her putz between his sass, her pleasure climb and building as he continued his amateur, but rattling cock sucking, their eyes locked.


"Mm.. facial expression into the camera honey.."she all but whispered, squeezing her stopcock between her finger's breadth as her pleasure started to progress, her early hired hand trying to steadily concord the telephone set, her middle flicking from him to the moving image of him on her concealment, making sure she captured every second of action for posterity and, of course of study, blackmail.


He did so, his sinister eyes beautiful, the demarcation between his flannel hide, red impudence, and her black cock almost artistic, though she knew it would hardly be a classy work of art. more of Thomas Jackson Pollock, she thought, smirking to herself.


"Faster."she said, voice business firm but wise with lust and pleasance, her own needs beginning to mount as he serviced her.


To her delight he responded without pause, his lip moving faster along her slick darkness length, her moans and phone of joy becoming more judge as the lewd suction and slurping sound too grew, filling both their worlds with the undivided act of him sucking cock for the initiatory time.


"Baby that feels so fucking good.. I think I 'm in love.."she grinned, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to stay standing, her leg growing weak with the joy as he pushed his head up and down her distance, soft, slightly swollen back talk rolling up and down the steely hard, but still slick balmy distance of her cock, his tongue pressing against it, swirling around it, teasing at the underside, utilising every illusion he'd ever had used against him, or at least fantasized about, to pleasure this dark woman, whose figure he had yet to even learn.


"S-shit.. Baby, you're so good.. You're going to do me cum.."she said, her intimation hastening, her mouthpiece open up slightly as she wet her full mouth with her pinko tongue, her delight coming faster and faster, building to a crescendo"F-fuck !"


She stroked the slick magazine, wet distance of her dark dick and pulled back slightly so her hard, visibly pulsing cock pulled free of his wanting lips with another lewd pop, a rail line of his spit connecting his pink tongue to the swollen head of her big, blackness cock.


He whimpered a minuscule, almost looking discomfited as her cock popped free of his backtalk, kneeling in front man of her, cheeks flushed and centre half lidded.


Despite her overpowering need and want she made certain to capture everything she needed to on her camera, his lustful, wanting gaze, his lips parted, his glossa out, so lost in his own submissive wants he in all probability didn't realise his actions, his own peter clearly hard in the prototype, she bit her full lip and felt the first off Dame Muriel Spark of climax arch through her body.


"A-ah !"she cried out, trying her Best to steady the camera as her climax hit her, thickset white ropes of cum launching from her throbbing putz as she stroked it, streaking across his face and hide, gluing one of his beautiful eyes shut as she was certain to make sure as shooting a few heavyset strands guessing between his parted lip, landing on his tongue, letting him taste the end result of what he had been working her towards.


She swallowed, shivering with pleasure as she let her finger glide up and down her slip prick, her clump twitching as they emptied their pent up load onto his aspect and into his waiting mouth, the shooting chain slowing to suit a trickling current which she let drool across his face, then slowing further to become the net few drop cloth which she squeezed out onto his tongue, smirking some as he licked the very tip, collecting each milky bead as it formed.


"Oh my god.. That just.. That just felt so fucking amazing.."she panted, her dick starting to weaken in her bridge player as she fed it again between his lips, watching as he swallowed the cum he had collected, his lips closing around the warm, sticky tip of her cock as his tongue bathed it, eeking out every last scintilla of pleasure she could muster.


Charlene let out a minuscule sighing shiver of delight and tossed her phone onto the bed after ending the recording, reaching down to caress his beautiful face."You can't fucking say you didn't dearest that.."she purred.


He stayed silent, still nursing her softening cock in his mouth as she caressed him, his cheeks flushed. They both knew he had though he still couldn't bring himself to say it.


She smirked,"Since you ca n't admit how a great deal you liked it and how much you want to a greater extent, I'll make that easier too."


He looked up at her questioningly.


"You'll live here as my fucktoy for a week. Or I post that video online. Yes I know that 's blackmail, no I don't make a ass. You're hot, and I fucking want you so fucking much.."she grinned playfully."Does that aid you huh, white boy ? You can let me use like we both want without having to say you freely gave yourself up to a shemale top."


He slowly let the softening shaft fall from his swollen lips where it flopped to repose between her thighs, his body squirming slightly, bound as he was, trying to shake his own neglected tool."If.. If I have no other choice.."he said, trying his outdo to sound defeated, though he was struggling to deny how he so clearly felt.


Charlene smirked, amusement plain on her features."None whatsoever. Now, it's like, fucking four AM. I'm going to clean you up and go the fuck to sleep."


She reached down to muss his fuzz, turning her back to him and taking a pace away, fingers finding the hem of her tank top and raising it up over her heading, denying him the view of her immense, heavy breasts as they spilled loose from her top, letting the lowly shirt crepuscule to the floor.


She looked over her shoulder and smirked, enjoying his eager expression, how quickly this whitened boy had fallen for her thickset cock.


"After all,"she said, her phonation low and full of hope,"We've got a very busy day tomorrow…"She winked.


She'd have to learn his name at some point .