My Ebony Prince

I love dressing for my man, Terry. When he grips my legs through the stockings I wear I feel dirty, slutty, and oh so loved. The way he lifts my frilly negligee and peppers my stomach and thighs with wet, meaty kisses always makes me leak through my panties. He licks my moist clitty through the fabric and smiles up at me. In seconds I am like putty in his strong hands. He works me thoroughly and with such skill it's all I can do not to cry out from fear of the overwhelming intensity of feelings rushing through my body. He loves to be fucked by his "girl", too. He enjoys seeing my supple body working it's dangle in and out of his throbbing asshole. Truth be told, my man is more girly than I, more than he is comfortable admitting, and that is why I love him so much.

Our first night together was like something from a dream...


I had only just started licking the sultry asshole of my new roommate, Terry, when his plump, oversized balls began swelling in my hands. I love cupping balls, squeezing them. Especially ones that have been stimulated and deprived of their release for as long as Terry's. Before I started to nibble his furry bung I had given his feet and strong, well-toned legs the majority of my attention. I worshiped his powerful body with great fervor, taking each toe in my mouth and sucking their generous length as if they were, everyone of them, miniature cocks. I pressed my lips firmly against the soles of his feet and dragged the fat of my tongue across them with long, sweeping strokes. I then sucked hard on his heels, first one then the other, alternating between them at random intervals, his free foot lightly stroking my cheek. I kissed up and down each muscular calf and squeezed his inner thighs firmly, pushing his legs up higher as I did so. I draped a foot over each of my shoulders, resting my weight against the backs of his tree trunk limbs, and let gravity bring us closer together.

Terry was a tall, very fit man of about nineteen.