I accused a good champion of my wifes of stealing at a bar, embarrassing him badly. I later found out the mixologist took it, thinking it was a tip. I apologized profusely to Epistle of James, the black man, but he kept saying I humiliated him. My wife was half sot, telling me to let it go, but I felt horrible. He said he was leaving so I followed him out to his car pleading with him to let me make water it up to him. He said `` Fine. You shamed me, then I 'm gon na dishonor you '' he then unbuckled his pant and told me to absorb his cock and all would be forgiven afterwards. I said I ca n't do that but he said otherwise our friendship was over. I stood there shaking my header no, but he stepped tightlipped with his uncut cock in his hand telling me it 's only mediocre that I am humiliated too. So, for some rationality I knelt down and looked up at him and he came close and told me to kiss it. I stared at it for a few moment and then leaned forward and kissed the wrinkled cutis covering his big pecker. He nudged me with it, again, so I kissed it again. He started to season and let it go, as it hung in front of me, I just looked up again and asked him if I could tinct it. He nodded and stood with his mitt on his hips, looking down at me, waiting for me to do head. I took it in my hand and looked up once more asking if I was doing it right ? Ahead nodded again, smirking as I kissed the tip once more as I stared into his centre. My spirit was racing and forgot about being in the parking lot, exposed for anyone walking by to see. He saw me looking around, and said to get busy. I said ok and licked his wrinkled skin and started to strip his long foreskin back on the shaft. It was unreal to see a coal dark peter that close up, but what really hit me was the odour from his putz ! It smelled strong and had Andrew D. White emollient and library paste all over his peter after I unsheathed his member ! I did n't want any to a greater extent, but as I started to flinch from the smell, he hooked his prominent hand behind my head, with his finger's breadth laced in my hair, and fed me back to his stinking cock. He slapped it onto my lips and look, as he kept saying, '' yeah, dats it, bitch, suck sat n***** dick, yeah, ohh yeah ''. As he kept poking my lip and tooth with it he gripped my hair tight and I instinctively opened my oral fissure to say `` ow '', he slid it to the back of my pharynx, muffling any response I had. I gagged but he started a rhythm and I was forced to admit his pace and air pressure, as I struggled to breath. Finally he let my hair and head go as I slowed my pace so it was more acceptable to me and I sucked his cock slow and steady licking his pecker and cleaning the smegma from it gradually. Bit, by bit, I worked it, I had n't realized he was no longer forcing me to blow him, until, my married woman came over to the car and dropped her drink upon seeing me sucking her black booster Brobdingnagian penis. `` What in the ass are you doing ? '' she yelped. I started to answer but he told her to keep out the shtup up and he would let me go home when he finished cumming ! She stared in incredulity as my gaze shifted from her to him as his hammer kept up his invasive deflowering of my backtalk. He leaned back on his car, as I slurped and sucked his hammer, adjusting to the pungent taste and smell, siding the foreskin back and Forth River, back and Forth River, trying to serve him as best as I could. My rooster was rock hard as I realized kneeling before a pitch-black man was the most emotional I had ever been. Having my wife view me worship a black prick was the ultimate humiliating exilaraing, feeling I had ever known..I really started relishing his taste and looked up at him, as he looked in my center, letting him know I loved serving him. My married woman was staring at me, in a trance, blazon crossed in mock furore. I saw her lick her lips, signaling me that she was green-eyed that I was the one on my knees ! I would n't bear relinquished my spot for any quantity of money in the world ! I felt James tremor as he put his mitt on his cock and pumped it, spurting a stream in my throat, then he pulled bac and laced seven or eight ropes of thick white cum onto my face and eye, and caked my tomentum too ! He bellowed out a `` Oh fuck yeah ! '' I backed away and stood not being able to see, as I reached for my wife 's handwriting. She sighed heavily, exasperated and grabbed my handwriting, leading me to our caar. She unlocked my door and opened it for me as I bumped my head getting in. James followed me to the car, because I unheard him say to me and my wife that I was nearly even with him ! I silently swooned, realizing he would be requiring more defrayal from me at a former day of the month. My married woman just said '' St. James, has n't he done enough for you ? '' William James walked away giggling in a deep, evil jest. My married woman made me bait home with cum all over my face as further humiliation. She was pissed but I smoothed it over after I cleaned up. She still is mad, and keeps wondering when we discuss that Night, `` Are you gay for him now ? '' ... .. I think I waited too prospicient to answer her because she got pissed all over again. Isaid no but she must have known by the protrusion in my bloomers I was lying.

To be continued ...