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It had been 12 months since Katrina Kaif had lost her husband. At the age of 38 she was in the prime of her life when tragedy befell her. Her husband had suffered a heart attack at the age of 50. He was a man and it had shaken Katrina's world. Her husband took care of her every want and needs but one. Her husband was a proud man and while it had been several years, they had been trying for a child they had discovered her husband was impotent.
The doctor had told them that Katrina was in fact very fertile and they could use donor sperm to gain them a pregnancy. Her husband said words that stayed with her for the rest of her time.
"You are my wife and only my sperm will ever be inside you," her husband told her, leaving no doubt that her only option was to pray for a miracle or stay barren. There was a deep yearning within her for children but she buried that deep inside of herself as she found contentment in her marriage. But underneath that supposed contentment was the simmering sexual frustration as soon as her husband found out about his impotency it seemed to kill his sex drive too.
Katrina put her whole self into her marriage and when she lost her husband it seemed as though all meaning was lost from her life. She was alone in the truest self of the word and her sister who was her closest family lived across the country. So much of her life had been about being a good wife for her husband that she never truly had a life of her own, nor that many connections or friends.
The only way Katrina could stay in touch with her sister and her nephew was through social media. She was more active on her Facebook as she tried to escape from the dark loneliness engulfing her life. She would look through old pictures and see the updates they were posting. Her nephew was 21 now and was studying at University. She had been close to him when he was younger and he would stay with her during the holidays. She was able to express her maternal feelings through him but he was now busy partying at University.
A friend of Katrina recommended a Facebook group that there was a community of people sharing their experiences of dealing with grief and loneliness. She had joined the group but was unable to share her experience as she felt too uncomfortable sharing her own personal details. She would lurk on the page for hours reading people's experiences and it helped her process her own grief.
It was another late evening when she was in the group reading posts when one really touched her. It was by a young man named Leroy Johnson. He talked about losing his mother to cancer 3 months earlier and how empty and alone he felt. He had been bullied as a kid as he was naturally shy and his mother had been a constant support for him.
Katrina read the post over and over even after she had logged off social media. There was something about Leroy that reminded her of her own nephew and the troubles he had overcoming his shyness. It appealed to the maternal instincts within her, she felt so sad reading the young man's post, she could hear the heart ache just by reading his words.
The next evening, she logged on again and read the post again. It had gained a few more views and there were a few comments offering condolences but she felt guilty that Leroy would feel ignored again. She was not active in the group but she felt an urge to reach out to this young man that needed support at this time.
Leroy Johnson Jr had just turned 19 and he had been coming to terms with the death of his mother who had recently passed away from cancer. He was not the typical stereotype of an athletic black man. At school he would be grouped with the geeks and nerds. He was into comic books rather than sports. He wore glasses and he was fat, only diminished his confidence further. As he failed to get the attention of the opposite sex, and the few times he did get their attention they would run away out of fear when things got to the final base, so he became more insular.
Leroy had been encouraged by the other members of the group to talk about his mom. He had thought about it for days and agonized about it but he felt he needed a place to express himself as his father would not tolerate any expressions of emotion. Leroy was encouraged by the comments to his post but he wished he had someone to talk to. He had no real friends and he spent most of the time in his bedroom.
A few days after the post he noticed a message from someone in the group. Her name was Katrina Kaif and she was touched by Leroy's story. Leroy was wary of being trolled and wanted to be sure that she was genuinely interested in his story. Leroy immediately went to her profile and began to scour her pictures and profile. He noticed that she had dozens of comments expressing condolences for her husband's death. He was beginning to see that she was a genuine person.
As he began to go through her pictures, he could not believe how stunning she was. Leroy had his hand in his pants and he began stroking his cock as he went through more of her pictures. It was one particular picture that had his attention. She was wearing a hijab casually as it partially showed some hair. She was wearing a choker necklace and was wearing tight fitted clothing.
Her eyes drew him as did her succulent lips that he couldn't help but imagine around his cock. It was different to her normal pictures where she was wearing conservative clothing. The top of the dress was slightly tight around her breasts and he wondered how big her breasts were. He was stroking his cock faster as he imagined her sucking his cock while also giving him tit job. He was so hard and horny that he came in his pants. He cleaned up before replying to her message.
"Katrina, I am touched by your message. It means so much to me that you have reached out to me and expressed such kind words. I am not usually comfortable talking to women and my mother was the only person I could talk to. I now feel a loneliness I have never felt before. It would mean a lot to me if we could correspond." Leroy hoped Katrina would respond but he did not hold much hope. He would not be surprised if she turned out like most of the people on the internet that like to enjoy the misery of others so they can feel better about their own lives.
Leroy was surprised that a few days later Katrina replied to him. Katrina had been debating whether she should approach him and how she should do it when one day she opened up her account to see a message from Leroy, she was touched that he had reached out to her. Hearing that he was not comfortable talking to women only made her more determined to help this shy young man.
"Thank you for reaching out to me Leroy. Your post appealed to me as not long ago so I understand the pain and grief you went through and are still going through. I am going through it all. I want to help you through this difficult time. And as for not being comfortable talking with women, hopefully talking to me will help with that. " she replied.
She seemed genuine in her concern and they carried on a correspondence for 2 weeks. Mostly basic conversation, about how each other's day was going, learning about each other's families. Leroy told her that his father Leroy Johnson Senior was a bad man who had been locked up in prison right after he was born, and was in prison for 10 years due to gang related crimes.
After being released he visited his then 10-year-old son, called him a pussy for crying when his father told him he was leaving again. That he needed to man up, and that was the last time he saw his father. Katrina was shocked to hear that a father could speak to his own child like that, what a despicable man. It had clearly left Leroy scarred, Katrina told him that showing emotion did not make him less of a man. Katrina had asked Leroy to socialize more as it would help him move on from his insular behavior.
"I want to be able to go out and socialize but whenever I am around women, I just don't know what to say or think. I am always worried someone will call me fat or ugly. You only talk to me because you have not seen me. If you were in front of me it would be different." Katrina did not like how Leroy talked himself down.
"I talk to you because you are a lovely young man. I think we should talk somewhere where we can see each other so you feel more comfortable around women. Do you have a webcam?" she asked sincerely, she had been debating this for a while but finally convinced herself that it was the best thing for Leroy's development.
Leroy could not believe what she had asked. He was more than eager to move this up a level and had been subtly hinting at talking over a webcam but he liked that she thought this was her idea. Leroy was naive and shy in many ways but he had a strong sexual drive. He just did not know how to use it. The next day they arranged a time to meet and talk over the webcam. Leroy sent Katrina a chat invite as they were both filled with nerves.
Leroy had the webcam pointed at his body not feeling confident at showing his face. Katrina had her webcam switched off initially, she felt a little bit of trepidation about showing her face to this young man, she didn't know why but she was worried that he would think, much like Leroy she also had issues with the way she looked at herself. Leroy did not wish to push his luck and just talked normally with Katrina.
Katrina then asked, finally working up the courage, "Do you want to show me your face? Don't be afraid. I want you to feel comfortable to show yourself to me." Leroy saw this as his opportunity.
"I want to. But I will never be comfortable unless I can see you." Leroy said, suggesting she needed to show herself to make him feel comfortable. He waited patiently as he hoped she took the bait. All of a sudden, he saw a flicker on her screen and she came into view. Leroy felt an erection in his pants as he saw her live on the other end of the camera.
"Leroy, I want you to feel comfortable talking to me so you can feel comfortable talking to other females. I am no model myself. So you can be yourself with me. Show me your face please." She asked with sincerity in her eyes.
"You look better than any model," she heard Leroy say and she had to admit she enjoyed the compliment as she blushed. She had forgotten what it was like to receive compliments from a man. Her husband had stopped giving her any, the compliment helped her with her own issues.
Leroy slowly and nervously moved his camera up to his face. He had a geeky look with glasses and a chubby face. He seemed really harmless and Katrina thought he reminded her of a cuddly teddy bear. He was adorable looking, sure he wasn't some model but most men were not. Her husband had not been much of a looker himself and over the years had also gotten fat, so she was not all that bothered by Leroy's weight.
"You are really handsome," Katrina said, trying to calm Leroys nerves.
"You wouldn't say that if you really saw me," replied Leroy almost as though he felt he was being patronized.
"You are handsome. I promise you," the truth was that Katrina thought he was beautiful in his own way but Leroy was not convinced.
The doctor had told them that Katrina was in fact very fertile and they could use donor sperm to gain them a pregnancy. Her husband said words that stayed with her for the rest of her time.
"You are my wife and only my sperm will ever be inside you," her husband told her, leaving no doubt that her only option was to pray for a miracle or stay barren. There was a deep yearning within her for children but she buried that deep inside of herself as she found contentment in her marriage. But underneath that supposed contentment was the simmering sexual frustration as soon as her husband found out about his impotency it seemed to kill his sex drive too.
Katrina put her whole self into her marriage and when she lost her husband it seemed as though all meaning was lost from her life. She was alone in the truest self of the word and her sister who was her closest family lived across the country. So much of her life had been about being a good wife for her husband that she never truly had a life of her own, nor that many connections or friends.
The only way Katrina could stay in touch with her sister and her nephew was through social media. She was more active on her Facebook as she tried to escape from the dark loneliness engulfing her life. She would look through old pictures and see the updates they were posting. Her nephew was 21 now and was studying at University. She had been close to him when he was younger and he would stay with her during the holidays. She was able to express her maternal feelings through him but he was now busy partying at University.
A friend of Katrina recommended a Facebook group that there was a community of people sharing their experiences of dealing with grief and loneliness. She had joined the group but was unable to share her experience as she felt too uncomfortable sharing her own personal details. She would lurk on the page for hours reading people's experiences and it helped her process her own grief.
It was another late evening when she was in the group reading posts when one really touched her. It was by a young man named Leroy Johnson. He talked about losing his mother to cancer 3 months earlier and how empty and alone he felt. He had been bullied as a kid as he was naturally shy and his mother had been a constant support for him.
Katrina read the post over and over even after she had logged off social media. There was something about Leroy that reminded her of her own nephew and the troubles he had overcoming his shyness. It appealed to the maternal instincts within her, she felt so sad reading the young man's post, she could hear the heart ache just by reading his words.
The next evening, she logged on again and read the post again. It had gained a few more views and there were a few comments offering condolences but she felt guilty that Leroy would feel ignored again. She was not active in the group but she felt an urge to reach out to this young man that needed support at this time.
Leroy Johnson Jr had just turned 19 and he had been coming to terms with the death of his mother who had recently passed away from cancer. He was not the typical stereotype of an athletic black man. At school he would be grouped with the geeks and nerds. He was into comic books rather than sports. He wore glasses and he was fat, only diminished his confidence further. As he failed to get the attention of the opposite sex, and the few times he did get their attention they would run away out of fear when things got to the final base, so he became more insular.
Leroy had been encouraged by the other members of the group to talk about his mom. He had thought about it for days and agonized about it but he felt he needed a place to express himself as his father would not tolerate any expressions of emotion. Leroy was encouraged by the comments to his post but he wished he had someone to talk to. He had no real friends and he spent most of the time in his bedroom.
A few days after the post he noticed a message from someone in the group. Her name was Katrina Kaif and she was touched by Leroy's story. Leroy was wary of being trolled and wanted to be sure that she was genuinely interested in his story. Leroy immediately went to her profile and began to scour her pictures and profile. He noticed that she had dozens of comments expressing condolences for her husband's death. He was beginning to see that she was a genuine person.
As he began to go through her pictures, he could not believe how stunning she was. Leroy had his hand in his pants and he began stroking his cock as he went through more of her pictures. It was one particular picture that had his attention. She was wearing a hijab casually as it partially showed some hair. She was wearing a choker necklace and was wearing tight fitted clothing.
Her eyes drew him as did her succulent lips that he couldn't help but imagine around his cock. It was different to her normal pictures where she was wearing conservative clothing. The top of the dress was slightly tight around her breasts and he wondered how big her breasts were. He was stroking his cock faster as he imagined her sucking his cock while also giving him tit job. He was so hard and horny that he came in his pants. He cleaned up before replying to her message.
"Katrina, I am touched by your message. It means so much to me that you have reached out to me and expressed such kind words. I am not usually comfortable talking to women and my mother was the only person I could talk to. I now feel a loneliness I have never felt before. It would mean a lot to me if we could correspond." Leroy hoped Katrina would respond but he did not hold much hope. He would not be surprised if she turned out like most of the people on the internet that like to enjoy the misery of others so they can feel better about their own lives.
Leroy was surprised that a few days later Katrina replied to him. Katrina had been debating whether she should approach him and how she should do it when one day she opened up her account to see a message from Leroy, she was touched that he had reached out to her. Hearing that he was not comfortable talking to women only made her more determined to help this shy young man.
"Thank you for reaching out to me Leroy. Your post appealed to me as not long ago so I understand the pain and grief you went through and are still going through. I am going through it all. I want to help you through this difficult time. And as for not being comfortable talking with women, hopefully talking to me will help with that. " she replied.
She seemed genuine in her concern and they carried on a correspondence for 2 weeks. Mostly basic conversation, about how each other's day was going, learning about each other's families. Leroy told her that his father Leroy Johnson Senior was a bad man who had been locked up in prison right after he was born, and was in prison for 10 years due to gang related crimes.
After being released he visited his then 10-year-old son, called him a pussy for crying when his father told him he was leaving again. That he needed to man up, and that was the last time he saw his father. Katrina was shocked to hear that a father could speak to his own child like that, what a despicable man. It had clearly left Leroy scarred, Katrina told him that showing emotion did not make him less of a man. Katrina had asked Leroy to socialize more as it would help him move on from his insular behavior.
"I want to be able to go out and socialize but whenever I am around women, I just don't know what to say or think. I am always worried someone will call me fat or ugly. You only talk to me because you have not seen me. If you were in front of me it would be different." Katrina did not like how Leroy talked himself down.
"I talk to you because you are a lovely young man. I think we should talk somewhere where we can see each other so you feel more comfortable around women. Do you have a webcam?" she asked sincerely, she had been debating this for a while but finally convinced herself that it was the best thing for Leroy's development.
Leroy could not believe what she had asked. He was more than eager to move this up a level and had been subtly hinting at talking over a webcam but he liked that she thought this was her idea. Leroy was naive and shy in many ways but he had a strong sexual drive. He just did not know how to use it. The next day they arranged a time to meet and talk over the webcam. Leroy sent Katrina a chat invite as they were both filled with nerves.
Leroy had the webcam pointed at his body not feeling confident at showing his face. Katrina had her webcam switched off initially, she felt a little bit of trepidation about showing her face to this young man, she didn't know why but she was worried that he would think, much like Leroy she also had issues with the way she looked at herself. Leroy did not wish to push his luck and just talked normally with Katrina.
Katrina then asked, finally working up the courage, "Do you want to show me your face? Don't be afraid. I want you to feel comfortable to show yourself to me." Leroy saw this as his opportunity.
"I want to. But I will never be comfortable unless I can see you." Leroy said, suggesting she needed to show herself to make him feel comfortable. He waited patiently as he hoped she took the bait. All of a sudden, he saw a flicker on her screen and she came into view. Leroy felt an erection in his pants as he saw her live on the other end of the camera.
"Leroy, I want you to feel comfortable talking to me so you can feel comfortable talking to other females. I am no model myself. So you can be yourself with me. Show me your face please." She asked with sincerity in her eyes.
"You look better than any model," she heard Leroy say and she had to admit she enjoyed the compliment as she blushed. She had forgotten what it was like to receive compliments from a man. Her husband had stopped giving her any, the compliment helped her with her own issues.
Leroy slowly and nervously moved his camera up to his face. He had a geeky look with glasses and a chubby face. He seemed really harmless and Katrina thought he reminded her of a cuddly teddy bear. He was adorable looking, sure he wasn't some model but most men were not. Her husband had not been much of a looker himself and over the years had also gotten fat, so she was not all that bothered by Leroy's weight.
"You are really handsome," Katrina said, trying to calm Leroys nerves.
"You wouldn't say that if you really saw me," replied Leroy almost as though he felt he was being patronized.
"You are handsome. I promise you," the truth was that Katrina thought he was beautiful in his own way but Leroy was not convinced.
"Let me show you the real me and then you can tell me if I am beautiful." Without another word Leroy stood up and removed his t-shirt over his head and pulled down his sweatpants stripping out of his clothes. Showing Katrina the thing that had scared the few women he had gotten very close with.
Katrina gasped at the sight in front of her. She could not believe what she was watching. Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets, her mouth was open wide with shock.
"This is the real me!" exclaimed Leroy but Katrina was covering her mouth with her hand as she could not believe what had just happened. The sight was imprinted on her mind. She panicked and quickly closed the laptop and left the room. She stood against the kitchen worktop as she tried to regain her breathing. Her chest was heaving as she was breathing so heavy.
Why would he do that? What was he thinking? It was so wrong. Her phone pinged to say she had a message. It was from Leroy. She began to calm down as her breathing returned to normal as she opened the message.
"You are just like the others. You think I am ugly. No words will change my mind. Your actions speak louder than your words!" A terrible feeling of guilt overcame Katrina as she thought about this young man who felt he could never be accepted.
"I am sorry. You are not ugly. Do not say that. We will talk tomorrow on the webcam. I will explain to you what happened." That night as Katrina tried to sleep the only thing that was on her mind was Leroy. He really did not understand what had happened. She could not think of anything else.
It wasn't that he was ugly but something she could not shake and a part of her wondered if it was even real. His big black cock would not leave her mind . It was big, no, it was huge, no, it was monstrous and veiny that she could not stop thinking about it. Her husband was no more than 4 inches but Leroy had a monster. She thought it must be 8 inches at a minimum and it did not even look fully hard. She was feeling hot like never before and she began to strip out of her night attire. She was only in her panties as body was on fire.
"Oh fuck Leroy," she moaned as she rubbed her nipples. One sight of that cock and her mind was filled with the horniest thoughts.
Her hand went into her panties and she could not believe how wet she was. She had never been this horny before. She was impatient and began to use two fingers to finger fuck herself as she pushed herself to climax. The years of built of sexual frustration was coming out as she furiously fingered her cunt. The last time she had masturbated was when she was 19. That was also the last time she had a real orgasm. She bucked her hips against her fingers as that feeling overcame her. She began to roughly pinch her nipple as she felt her body edge towards orgasm. She felt it coming closer and closer.
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"Oh Leroy. You big dick nigger," she moaned in lust as she came harder than ever before, as she experienced her first orgasm in decades. She could believe what came out of her mouth. She had never uttered such an overtly racist word out loud or even thought about it. Her husband had used it a few times and muttered under his breath as they passed someone black and she would reprimand him for it. So it shocked her to the core that she had used the word in such a way.
The next evening she found herself thinking over and over what to wear for her chat with Leroy. She convinced herself that she had to look attractive so that he would feel comfortable talking to other women. This was to help him; she kept telling herself convincing herself that if she dressed in the way she had planned that it would not be sinful. That she was being a good Muslim by helping Leroy in this difficult time in his life.
Leroy was eagerly waiting for the next meeting. He had deliberately exposed his cock to Katrina, he wanted to turn their chats more sexual and talking to her made him so horny. He knew he had a big cock and he would use websites such as Omegle and other websites for mutual masturbation purposes with women. He wanted to expose himself to her and her reaction surprised him and he thought he had scared her off. He knew he had to change the strategy and now guilt her.
That night they both came online and nervously turned on their webcams. Leroy took in Katrina and the way she was dressed immediately got his attention. She was dressed in a tight fitting button up blouse and a long skirt. Her hijab was worn casually a little like her picture, with make up applied that outlined her well defined cheekbones and her sexy lips. Leroy started to feel more confident about his sexual intentions.
"You said you would explain what happened?" Leroy asked, acting nervously. Katrina took a breath as her nerves were evident.
"It was not about how you look. You are beautiful. You just can't be taking off clothes in front of women like that. You can get in trouble." Katrina tried to explain herself to Leroy.
"This is different. You know I have problems with women. With how I look and how I talk to them. I showed you because it is different. You promised to help me understand these things. If I don't show you, how will you help me understand? There are so many things that I don't understand." Leroy acted as though he was upset by Katrina's reaction.
"I did promise and I am sorry I reacted like that. What don't you understand? You can ask me questions and I promise to answer." Katrina said really wanted to help this young man, she saw how upset he was and that made her feel terrible about the way she reacted yesterday. She wanted to make it up to him.
"I don't understand breast sizes. I don't understand the numbers and the letters. How big are your breasts?" Leroy asked in a naive manner but he had devilish intent behind his eyes. He had been eyeing her breasts since the first day she messaged him.
"Well, I am 34B. The letters are the cup size and the numbers are the measurement." Katrina tried to answer as best as possible. She was a little taken aback by the sudden question but she realized that despite being 19, that Leroy was still very naive and had very little knowledge. After the way she reacted yesterday and hurt his feelings the least she could do was answer his questions.
"Are your breasts big? It is hard to see how big they are." Leroy asked in a curious manner. Katrina was trying her best to answer his questions but talking so intimately about herself was turning her on. She tried her best to hide that she was blushing, his questions were so up front and to the point.
"They are bigger than most girls. Most girls are a B or C cup. Some girls are an A cup." Katrina tried to keep control of her nerves as she answered. Weirdly she tried to sound all business-like even though the situation was the furthest thing from that.
"What type of bras do you wear? Can I see the one you are wearing? I just want to understand women." Leroy had already hinted he wanted to see her breasts but Katrina had ignored it. He wanted to be more direct so she would have to refuse him.
She took a deep breath as she thought about what to do. If she said no again he would get even more upset and the way he was emotionally at the moment only Allah knew what he would do to himself. She told herself that she was doing this to help him, that it definitely did not have to do with the tingling sensations building up between her legs or the image of his massive cock imprinted inside of her mind.
"I will just show you the top so you know what it looks like," Katrina said as she began to unbutton her blouse. Leroy took a deep breath as Katrina unbuttoned her blouse to the top of her bra. He was getting so hard and he was feeling more and more confident with Katrina, he could see that there was something different about her demeanor.
"The bra looks really pretty but I can't see all of it. I want to show you myself again. I need to know if you really believe I am handsome." Leroy said and began to strip off before Katrina could protest.
Leroy's cock came on the screen again and Katrina felt her breathing get heavier. She could feel her nipples stiffen and her pussy get moist at the sight. She was feeling the heat from the night before but she had to keep calm. This was not about her sexual desires, this about helping Leroy come out his shell. But she could not help but stare in amazement at the thing.
"You are handsome," she said as her voice went hoarsely.
"So....big," she added without realizing that she was saying it aloud and that Leroy had heard it. He could see the awe and admiration in her eyes and hear it in her voice.
Katrina gasped at the sight in front of her. She could not believe what she was watching. Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets, her mouth was open wide with shock.
"This is the real me!" exclaimed Leroy but Katrina was covering her mouth with her hand as she could not believe what had just happened. The sight was imprinted on her mind. She panicked and quickly closed the laptop and left the room. She stood against the kitchen worktop as she tried to regain her breathing. Her chest was heaving as she was breathing so heavy.
Why would he do that? What was he thinking? It was so wrong. Her phone pinged to say she had a message. It was from Leroy. She began to calm down as her breathing returned to normal as she opened the message.
"You are just like the others. You think I am ugly. No words will change my mind. Your actions speak louder than your words!" A terrible feeling of guilt overcame Katrina as she thought about this young man who felt he could never be accepted.
"I am sorry. You are not ugly. Do not say that. We will talk tomorrow on the webcam. I will explain to you what happened." That night as Katrina tried to sleep the only thing that was on her mind was Leroy. He really did not understand what had happened. She could not think of anything else.
It wasn't that he was ugly but something she could not shake and a part of her wondered if it was even real. His big black cock would not leave her mind . It was big, no, it was huge, no, it was monstrous and veiny that she could not stop thinking about it. Her husband was no more than 4 inches but Leroy had a monster. She thought it must be 8 inches at a minimum and it did not even look fully hard. She was feeling hot like never before and she began to strip out of her night attire. She was only in her panties as body was on fire.
"Oh fuck Leroy," she moaned as she rubbed her nipples. One sight of that cock and her mind was filled with the horniest thoughts.
Her hand went into her panties and she could not believe how wet she was. She had never been this horny before. She was impatient and began to use two fingers to finger fuck herself as she pushed herself to climax. The years of built of sexual frustration was coming out as she furiously fingered her cunt. The last time she had masturbated was when she was 19. That was also the last time she had a real orgasm. She bucked her hips against her fingers as that feeling overcame her. She began to roughly pinch her nipple as she felt her body edge towards orgasm. She felt it coming closer and closer.
"Oh Leroy. You big dick nigger," she moaned in lust as she came harder than ever before, as she experienced her first orgasm in decades. She could believe what came out of her mouth. She had never uttered such an overtly racist word out loud or even thought about it. Her husband had used it a few times and muttered under his breath as they passed someone black and she would reprimand him for it. So it shocked her to the core that she had used the word in such a way.
The next evening she found herself thinking over and over what to wear for her chat with Leroy. She convinced herself that she had to look attractive so that he would feel comfortable talking to other women. This was to help him; she kept telling herself convincing herself that if she dressed in the way she had planned that it would not be sinful. That she was being a good Muslim by helping Leroy in this difficult time in his life.
Leroy was eagerly waiting for the next meeting. He had deliberately exposed his cock to Katrina, he wanted to turn their chats more sexual and talking to her made him so horny. He knew he had a big cock and he would use websites such as Omegle and other websites for mutual masturbation purposes with women. He wanted to expose himself to her and her reaction surprised him and he thought he had scared her off. He knew he had to change the strategy and now guilt her.
That night they both came online and nervously turned on their webcams. Leroy took in Katrina and the way she was dressed immediately got his attention. She was dressed in a tight fitting button up blouse and a long skirt. Her hijab was worn casually a little like her picture, with make up applied that outlined her well defined cheekbones and her sexy lips. Leroy started to feel more confident about his sexual intentions.
"You said you would explain what happened?" Leroy asked, acting nervously. Katrina took a breath as her nerves were evident.
"It was not about how you look. You are beautiful. You just can't be taking off clothes in front of women like that. You can get in trouble." Katrina tried to explain herself to Leroy.
"This is different. You know I have problems with women. With how I look and how I talk to them. I showed you because it is different. You promised to help me understand these things. If I don't show you, how will you help me understand? There are so many things that I don't understand." Leroy acted as though he was upset by Katrina's reaction.
"I did promise and I am sorry I reacted like that. What don't you understand? You can ask me questions and I promise to answer." Katrina said really wanted to help this young man, she saw how upset he was and that made her feel terrible about the way she reacted yesterday. She wanted to make it up to him.
"I don't understand breast sizes. I don't understand the numbers and the letters. How big are your breasts?" Leroy asked in a naive manner but he had devilish intent behind his eyes. He had been eyeing her breasts since the first day she messaged him.
"Well, I am 34B. The letters are the cup size and the numbers are the measurement." Katrina tried to answer as best as possible. She was a little taken aback by the sudden question but she realized that despite being 19, that Leroy was still very naive and had very little knowledge. After the way she reacted yesterday and hurt his feelings the least she could do was answer his questions.
"Are your breasts big? It is hard to see how big they are." Leroy asked in a curious manner. Katrina was trying her best to answer his questions but talking so intimately about herself was turning her on. She tried her best to hide that she was blushing, his questions were so up front and to the point.
"They are bigger than most girls. Most girls are a B or C cup. Some girls are an A cup." Katrina tried to keep control of her nerves as she answered. Weirdly she tried to sound all business-like even though the situation was the furthest thing from that.
"What type of bras do you wear? Can I see the one you are wearing? I just want to understand women." Leroy had already hinted he wanted to see her breasts but Katrina had ignored it. He wanted to be more direct so she would have to refuse him.
She took a deep breath as she thought about what to do. If she said no again he would get even more upset and the way he was emotionally at the moment only Allah knew what he would do to himself. She told herself that she was doing this to help him, that it definitely did not have to do with the tingling sensations building up between her legs or the image of his massive cock imprinted inside of her mind.
"I will just show you the top so you know what it looks like," Katrina said as she began to unbutton her blouse. Leroy took a deep breath as Katrina unbuttoned her blouse to the top of her bra. He was getting so hard and he was feeling more and more confident with Katrina, he could see that there was something different about her demeanor.
"The bra looks really pretty but I can't see all of it. I want to show you myself again. I need to know if you really believe I am handsome." Leroy said and began to strip off before Katrina could protest.
Leroy's cock came on the screen again and Katrina felt her breathing get heavier. She could feel her nipples stiffen and her pussy get moist at the sight. She was feeling the heat from the night before but she had to keep calm. This was not about her sexual desires, this about helping Leroy come out his shell. But she could not help but stare in amazement at the thing.
"You are handsome," she said as her voice went hoarsely.
"So....big," she added without realizing that she was saying it aloud and that Leroy had heard it. He could see the awe and admiration in her eyes and hear it in her voice.
"Can I see your bra? I just want to understand how it looks," Leroy asked still acting naive about the obvious sexual tension. Katrina could not take her eyes off his cock but convinced herself this was to help him. She pulled the blouse out of her skirt and began to open the remaining buttons on her blouse.
"Is this better?" She asked afraid to speak anymore as she was struggling to keep her composure with the sexual tension in her body.
Leroy nodded his head but added, " I want to see the straps and how it connects from the back."
Katrina was spurred on more by her own desires but every step she took she reminded herself that she was doing this for his education. That it had nothing to do with how sexually frustrated she was and that this was turning her on. She pulled the blouse off as she was stood there in front of Leroy and his big hard nigger dick her bra clad breasts being devoured by Leroy.
She turned to show him the back of the bra when she heard over her shoulder, "How do you take the bra off?" She heard him ask and without thinking Katrina unhooked the bra from behind and turned back around. She was holding the bra together with her arm as she faced Leroy. She could see his eyes devouring her body as his big nigger cock twitched at the sight of her, she felt good about the fact that he found her body to be attractive that her mature body was affecting his huge black cock. She loved that fat fucking cock and her desires were harder to hide.
"I have never seen breasts before," Leroy lied to Katrina and without prompting or being asked she removed her bra exposing her tits. Her juicy nipples were begging to be sucked. She was afraid to speak as she thought that nothing would escape her lips but moans.
"Your breasts are so beautiful. Why are your nipples so erect? What happens when you touch them?" Leroy asked.
"It is something a man does when they are making love to a woman." Katrina answered trying to answer without moaning her husband rarely ever did it though.
"What do they do?" Asked Leroy. Katrina began to slowly rub her nipples and she bit her lip trying to control her moans. She was getting so turned on that she began to pinch her nipples, something she had never done before. She told herself that she was just showing him how it was done so he could do it to another woman, not once did she question how crazy that line of thinking was.
"Take off your skirt," Leroy ordered as he began to understand the power he was holding over Katrina. Leroy had finally put everything together; he realized that her demeanor was that of a submissive woman, she had told him how she had essentially given her life to her husband and molded it around his needs and wants. She was missing that and more from her life, he knew she had no children and he remembered subtly hinting at the fact it was her husband who was at fault for it. So it wasn't a stretch for him to conclude that she may be sex starved, he knew that deeply religious women and to be honest of all religions were sexually repressed.
She unclipped her skirt and removed it without a word. Her hands shaking as she let it drop to the floor, it was as if she was in some kind of trance now, plus Leroy's tone had changed, it sounded more commanding, that her saying no was an option. That it would upset and anger him, she did not want to do that. Her panties were the same color and style as her bra, it was a matching set she had bought to entice her husband but it had not worked. And now here she was enticing Leroy's huge nigger cock, which she thought had grown even bigger and harder.
"Drop your panties." Leroy commanded her, his confidence growing with each passing moment, he was sure she would not hesitate to do it. Katrina on the other hand may have seemed rather compliant on the surface had a war brewing in her mind. Her pious and religious side was screaming at her to stop, that she was going too far, that she had crossed so many lines already.
But the sexually frustrated side was winning the battle, it was the one driving her decisions, yes she continued to tell herself that she was doing it for Leroy but she knew deep down she was doing this because she had never been so turned on in her life. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, to reveal her wet and smooth cunt.
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Leroy's eyes grew wide with surprise; he expected her to have some kind of bush, but she was completely clean shaven. Of course he wasn't aware that as a Muslim Katrina had to shave her cunt, even men had to shave their pubes, it was seen as a sign of cleanliness. She saw his cock twitch, she watched with fascination as Leroy wrapped his fat hands around his large pole and started to stroke it openly in front of her.
"You are the most beautiful and sexiest woman I have ever seen." He growled a little as he continued to stroke his massive black cock. Katrina's cheeks were flushed red, she was blushing and dripping wet. She knew he meant every word, she could not remember the last time a man so openly appreciated her body the way Leroy was. She bit her lower lip as she started to play with her tits subconsciously, she had removed all her clothing, the only piece of clothing she had left on was her hijab. She didn't know why but she couldn't bring herself to remove that just yet, she realized how sinful this whole situation was. Only her husband was meant to see her in a nude manner, but she kept telling herself that this was for educational purposes.
"Turn around and show me that ass," Leroy continued to order her, completely dropping the pretense of "learning" about women.
Katrina once again obeyed, turning her back to him, showing off her large ass that showed just small hints of sagging but was still tight and perfectly shaped.
"Bend over and spread your ass cheeks," she heard him say, she was a little disappointed that she could not see the reaction her exposed ass was having on him. But she could hear the loud groans and sighs coming through her speakers. Leroy could see her asshole was tight, it looked like it was untouched.
"Good, now turn back around. Get on your bed and spread your legs, and play with that neglected pussy." He smiled as he watched her move the laptop and place it on the foot of the bed as she got on it and spread her legs and started rubbing her gushing cunt. She had been aching to touch it ever since she first saw his nigger cock.
She began to rub her pussy lips up and down as she took in his nigger cock. She had never been this lost to her desires before as she felt the wet mess her pussy was making. She inserted a finger into her slick cunt. It was so wet that it showed no resistance to her invading finger. She began to think about taking that big cock and if her pussy would be able to take it.
She threw her head back as she moaned, "Fuck me with that nigger cock." She could see Leroy pumping his cock like his life depended on it.
"I can't control it. Your pussy is too hot," she heard Leroy moan and then saw him spurt his cum all over the camera. She came so hard and fell back on the bed.
After a few minutes she came to her senses and Leroy was still online just staring at her body. The guilt returned like never before and she quickly covered up with a robe and said her goodbyes. She was careful not to upset Leroy but she knew she could not do this again. She had lost control and she never wanted to be in that situation again.
The next few days Leroy would suggest that he wanted to see Katrina online again but she would always find an excuse. Leroy knew she was ignoring him and now that he had a taste he wanted more from Katrina.
Leroy was walking back from college when he began to think of Katrina. He began to feel her pull away following their intimacy online and he wanted that intimacy back. He knew the best way to get to her was to appeal to her maternal instinct. He was walking down some stairs in the City when he thought he needed to do something drastic. He three himself down the stairs and suffered a minor fracture.
It would heal in a month but Leroy sent a picture of the cast to Katrina and as they would talk about their day as usual he would always make sure that he would mention that he was struggling with cooking. Katrina lived 20 miles away and he always knew meeting was a possibility that is why he was so eager to connect with Katrina.
One day he mentioned to Katrina that he was unable to eat as he could not handle the pain when cooking. Katrina became so worried and drove over that evening to take him some leftovers. Leroy lived in a single apartment. It was rather small and it was pretty cramped. He had a bed, TV, small kitchen and small bathroom.
It became more regular for Katrina to visit him and help him do his shopping or cook. She could not help but glance at his crotch from time to time but she was able to control herself more.
One day she was visiting and Leroy mentioned that he had been on a date a few days prior. Katrina was slightly jealous at hearing this. She did not know why she felt this but she had been helping him come out of his shell and this was a good step for him.
"How did the date go?" She asked out of curiosity.
"It went well until we tried to kiss. But she then pushed me away. She said I don't know how to kiss," Leroy explained to her.
"You will learn with time," Katrina said, feeling sorry for Leroy.
"Maybe you could help me. Like you did when talking to girls." Asked Leroy in a quiet voice.
Katrina just wanted to hug him as he seemed like this big vulnerable teddy bear. As the time had passed her feelings of guilt had began to subside and that sexual hunger had began to return. She would often find herself drift off as they talked and look at his crotch. The idea of teaching him to kiss appealed to her. She really wanted to help him become a confident man and the more they talked the more she felt it was her duty.
"Will you teach me how to kiss?" Leroy asked once more as Katrina remained in deep thought.
"Yes, of course," she felt compelled to answer.
Leroy moved over so that they were sitting next to each other and then they both just sat there awkwardly.
"Can I show you what I did? You can tell me what I did wrong." Asked Leroy and he leaned in kissing Katrina on the lips. The kiss was tender and soft on the lips and Katrina enjoyed the sensations. Katrina was a little lost in the kiss when Leroy pulled apart.
"Well? What did you think?" Leroy asked and Katrina was reminded of the purpose for the kiss.
"You are a good kisser. I don't know what her problem is." Katrina said as she found herself a little taken by the kiss.
"I don't know. I think girls like tongue kissing but I have never done it before," Leroy offered a little shyly.
"I think that will be good for you to practice," Katrina offered convincing herself she wanted to teach Leroy more kissing. Denying her own feelings.
Leroy leaned in again and kissed her tenderly but this time he inserted his tongue into her mouth. This added a layer of sensuality between them as the tongues intertwining and the saliva exchanging caused them to be more intimate.
Leroy placed his hand on Katrina's hip bringing their bodies closer together. Their breathing was getting heavier as Leroy moved his hands on Katrina's breasts over her blouse. She did not seem to notice as she had her eyes closed and she was lost in the kiss. Leroy had wanted to grab her tits ever since the first time he saw them in the Facebook pictures. Her tits were so big and hard and Leroy hoped he would suck on them soon.
Leroy never had a date, his focus has been on fucking Katrina since the first day they talked. Everything he has said has been a way to manipulate her and put her in a compromised situation.
Leroy began to unbutton her blouse when all of a sudden Katrina came to her senses and stopped the kissing.
"That was good. That was really good. You are getting better. But you have to watch your hands." She said as she tried to gather her breath.
"I didn't mean to upset you. I am sorry. It just felt natural. I sometimes think you still think I am ugly because you do not touch me." Leroy said as he put on a sad face.
"I am not upset. I promise you. You are not ugly. You know I don't think that." Katrina said, trying to placate Leroy.
Leroy stood up and stripped out of his shirt and sweatpants before Katrina could protest. As that big nigger cock came into view Katrina bit her lip as she thought about it.
Leroy sat down completely naked as Katrina felt a hunger overtake her. She pulled him into a kiss and hungrily sucked his large tongue. Leroy immediately found his hands wandering to her breasts as he began to squeeze the globes over the blouse. The kiss was more intense as Katrina put her arms around Leroy. Leroy grew restless and tried to open her blouse, tearing her buttons as he ripped open her blouse and squeezed her breasts over her bra.
There was an uncontrollable hunger inside Leroy and he quickly unclipped her bra from the back before lifting the bra cups over her mammoth tits. He began to pinch her nipples as he enjoyed feeling them get stiffer in his fingers. He was pulling and twisting them as he began to elicit moans from Katrina. Katrina began to feel pain as well as pleasure which prompted her to stop the kissing once more.
"Did I do something wrong?" Asked Leroy in his naive way and Katrina could not bring herself to tell him what he had done wrong.
"Nothings wrong...you are doing well. I am sorry I stopped." She said as she tried to pull her blouse together but it had been torn.
"Do you want to take off your blouse? It is really hot here." Leroy asked naively. The room was getting hot because of the heavy sexual chemistry. Katrina looked at her torn blouse and thought it was best to remove it now before it was damaged further. She also took off her bra as she thought it would be a good idea Leroy knew how to handle them naturally.
"Shall we practice some more?" Asked Katrina.
"I want to learn to kiss your breasts please?" Asked Leroy. Katrina knew it was important he learned these things as he was now dating and nodded her head.
He buried his head in her breasts without waiting any further. He began to kiss her breasts and lick them. Katrina held his head against her breasts and ran her fingers over his head.
Leroy relished her breasts as he had been waiting to get his lips on these tits and suck on her dark nipples. Her nipples were so engorged as Leroy sucked and bit her nipples. He was rough but Katrina was too horny to protest. She could only moan in response to the attention.
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Leroy began to pull up her skirt and Katrina was wearing pantyhose underneath. She was so horny by now that she began to run her free hand over the head of Leroy's cock. It was so wet and slimy already. She could not help but stroke it as her hands easily went up and down his slick cock.
"So big...so fucking big...nigger dick," she found herself muttering that disgusting slur again but her mind just went to it when ever she was around this monster nigger cock. He began to tear at her pantyhose and she did not object as she enjoyed the sensual pleasures of Leroy's tongue and his fingers massaging her hot wet cunt.
Her moans were increasing as she found her senses being heightened. Her orgasm was getting close and then Leroy began to insert a finger into her cunt. He slowly finger fucked as she dug her nails into his back. Her orgasm was so close. She could feel it building. She dug her nails into his back and dragged them as her orgasm took over her.
Before she was able to recover from her orgasm Leroy pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. He began kissing her, tonguing her before she could speak. Her mind was playing catch up with the events that were happening. Her body was still shaking from the orgasm. There was still a small voice in the back of her head, telling her to stop. But she quietened that voice, she was too far gone after experiencing such an orgasm.
All pretense had gone out the window, Leroy had stopped acting like this naive young man, and was now in total control of the situation, Katrina stopped pretending like she was doing this for his sake rather than her own. She moaned in slight disappointment as he broke off his kiss, she looked down to see that he had placed his monster of a dick against her smooth tummy, showing her just how deep it would go. She just stared down in awe at it, watching him removing it from its current position and rubbing the massive tip against her soaking wet cunt, teasing her.
"Do you want this nigger cock, you dirty hoe?" Leroy growled as he grew into his role as the dominant one with each passing moment. He wanted to hear her beg for it before he drove it in.
"Yes....I want it, I want your big nigger dick Leroy!! Pleaseeeee put it in!!" she replied by screaming and begging, without hesitation. She was desperate and still high from the orgasm he had given her. The years of loneliness and lack of sex were driving her decisions and words. She had reverted to the most primal and basic state a human could, that of a being that just needed to mate with another. Leroy smiled upon hearing her beg and moan, he could see tears roll down her cheeks. This woman was his, and he was not going to pass up this opportunity. He pulled his lard ass back before slamming the tip into her cunt, then continued pushing until he had half his monstrous length inside of her.
It became more regular for Katrina to visit him and help him do his shopping or cook. She could not help but glance at his crotch from time to time but she was able to control herself more.
One day she was visiting and Leroy mentioned that he had been on a date a few days prior. Katrina was slightly jealous at hearing this. She did not know why she felt this but she had been helping him come out of his shell and this was a good step for him.
"How did the date go?" She asked out of curiosity.
"It went well until we tried to kiss. But she then pushed me away. She said I don't know how to kiss," Leroy explained to her.
"You will learn with time," Katrina said, feeling sorry for Leroy.
"Maybe you could help me. Like you did when talking to girls." Asked Leroy in a quiet voice.
Katrina just wanted to hug him as he seemed like this big vulnerable teddy bear. As the time had passed her feelings of guilt had began to subside and that sexual hunger had began to return. She would often find herself drift off as they talked and look at his crotch. The idea of teaching him to kiss appealed to her. She really wanted to help him become a confident man and the more they talked the more she felt it was her duty.
"Will you teach me how to kiss?" Leroy asked once more as Katrina remained in deep thought.
"Yes, of course," she felt compelled to answer.
Leroy moved over so that they were sitting next to each other and then they both just sat there awkwardly.
"Can I show you what I did? You can tell me what I did wrong." Asked Leroy and he leaned in kissing Katrina on the lips. The kiss was tender and soft on the lips and Katrina enjoyed the sensations. Katrina was a little lost in the kiss when Leroy pulled apart.
"Well? What did you think?" Leroy asked and Katrina was reminded of the purpose for the kiss.
"You are a good kisser. I don't know what her problem is." Katrina said as she found herself a little taken by the kiss.
"I don't know. I think girls like tongue kissing but I have never done it before," Leroy offered a little shyly.
"I think that will be good for you to practice," Katrina offered convincing herself she wanted to teach Leroy more kissing. Denying her own feelings.
Leroy leaned in again and kissed her tenderly but this time he inserted his tongue into her mouth. This added a layer of sensuality between them as the tongues intertwining and the saliva exchanging caused them to be more intimate.
Leroy placed his hand on Katrina's hip bringing their bodies closer together. Their breathing was getting heavier as Leroy moved his hands on Katrina's breasts over her blouse. She did not seem to notice as she had her eyes closed and she was lost in the kiss. Leroy had wanted to grab her tits ever since the first time he saw them in the Facebook pictures. Her tits were so big and hard and Leroy hoped he would suck on them soon.
Leroy never had a date, his focus has been on fucking Katrina since the first day they talked. Everything he has said has been a way to manipulate her and put her in a compromised situation.
Leroy began to unbutton her blouse when all of a sudden Katrina came to her senses and stopped the kissing.
"That was good. That was really good. You are getting better. But you have to watch your hands." She said as she tried to gather her breath.
"I didn't mean to upset you. I am sorry. It just felt natural. I sometimes think you still think I am ugly because you do not touch me." Leroy said as he put on a sad face.
"I am not upset. I promise you. You are not ugly. You know I don't think that." Katrina said, trying to placate Leroy.
Leroy stood up and stripped out of his shirt and sweatpants before Katrina could protest. As that big nigger cock came into view Katrina bit her lip as she thought about it.
Leroy sat down completely naked as Katrina felt a hunger overtake her. She pulled him into a kiss and hungrily sucked his large tongue. Leroy immediately found his hands wandering to her breasts as he began to squeeze the globes over the blouse. The kiss was more intense as Katrina put her arms around Leroy. Leroy grew restless and tried to open her blouse, tearing her buttons as he ripped open her blouse and squeezed her breasts over her bra.
There was an uncontrollable hunger inside Leroy and he quickly unclipped her bra from the back before lifting the bra cups over her mammoth tits. He began to pinch her nipples as he enjoyed feeling them get stiffer in his fingers. He was pulling and twisting them as he began to elicit moans from Katrina. Katrina began to feel pain as well as pleasure which prompted her to stop the kissing once more.
"Did I do something wrong?" Asked Leroy in his naive way and Katrina could not bring herself to tell him what he had done wrong.
"Nothings wrong...you are doing well. I am sorry I stopped." She said as she tried to pull her blouse together but it had been torn.
"Do you want to take off your blouse? It is really hot here." Leroy asked naively. The room was getting hot because of the heavy sexual chemistry. Katrina looked at her torn blouse and thought it was best to remove it now before it was damaged further. She also took off her bra as she thought it would be a good idea Leroy knew how to handle them naturally.
"Shall we practice some more?" Asked Katrina.
"I want to learn to kiss your breasts please?" Asked Leroy. Katrina knew it was important he learned these things as he was now dating and nodded her head.
He buried his head in her breasts without waiting any further. He began to kiss her breasts and lick them. Katrina held his head against her breasts and ran her fingers over his head.
Leroy relished her breasts as he had been waiting to get his lips on these tits and suck on her dark nipples. Her nipples were so engorged as Leroy sucked and bit her nipples. He was rough but Katrina was too horny to protest. She could only moan in response to the attention.
Leroy began to pull up her skirt and Katrina was wearing pantyhose underneath. She was so horny by now that she began to run her free hand over the head of Leroy's cock. It was so wet and slimy already. She could not help but stroke it as her hands easily went up and down his slick cock.
"So big...so fucking big...nigger dick," she found herself muttering that disgusting slur again but her mind just went to it when ever she was around this monster nigger cock. He began to tear at her pantyhose and she did not object as she enjoyed the sensual pleasures of Leroy's tongue and his fingers massaging her hot wet cunt.
Her moans were increasing as she found her senses being heightened. Her orgasm was getting close and then Leroy began to insert a finger into her cunt. He slowly finger fucked as she dug her nails into his back. Her orgasm was so close. She could feel it building. She dug her nails into his back and dragged them as her orgasm took over her.
Before she was able to recover from her orgasm Leroy pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. He began kissing her, tonguing her before she could speak. Her mind was playing catch up with the events that were happening. Her body was still shaking from the orgasm. There was still a small voice in the back of her head, telling her to stop. But she quietened that voice, she was too far gone after experiencing such an orgasm.
All pretense had gone out the window, Leroy had stopped acting like this naive young man, and was now in total control of the situation, Katrina stopped pretending like she was doing this for his sake rather than her own. She moaned in slight disappointment as he broke off his kiss, she looked down to see that he had placed his monster of a dick against her smooth tummy, showing her just how deep it would go. She just stared down in awe at it, watching him removing it from its current position and rubbing the massive tip against her soaking wet cunt, teasing her.
"Do you want this nigger cock, you dirty hoe?" Leroy growled as he grew into his role as the dominant one with each passing moment. He wanted to hear her beg for it before he drove it in.
"Yes....I want it, I want your big nigger dick Leroy!! Pleaseeeee put it in!!" she replied by screaming and begging, without hesitation. She was desperate and still high from the orgasm he had given her. The years of loneliness and lack of sex were driving her decisions and words. She had reverted to the most primal and basic state a human could, that of a being that just needed to mate with another. Leroy smiled upon hearing her beg and moan, he could see tears roll down her cheeks. This woman was his, and he was not going to pass up this opportunity. He pulled his lard ass back before slamming the tip into her cunt, then continued pushing until he had half his monstrous length inside of her.
"DAMN!!! Katrina YOUR PUSSY IS TIGHT!! YOU A VIRGIN?" He asked, laughing at the feeling of his cock being buried deep inside of this fine MILF.
Katrina could not respond, her mouth was wide open, her eyes were rolled to the back of her head as she felt Leroy's cock push into her struggling cunt. She felt her pussy struggling with the size of Leroy's monstrous cock. She could only respond with grunts, as she honestly felt like she was losing her virginity for the first time all over again. Leroy was enjoying the feeling of burying his cock in a woman after so long but at the same time he saw the similar expressions that other women had on their faces when he entered them, one of struggle and pain, he would not be surprised if Katrina told him to stop. Once again it looked to Leroy that his desire to bury his whole length in to a woman would go unfulfilled.
"I guess you're like every other woman, can't handle me at all," Leroy said, the disappointment in his voice was clear as he started to pull his cock out. He was surprised when he felt Katrina wrap her legs around him and hold him in place. Her eyes were back in their natural state as she looked at him and opened her mouth. That need to be bred to replace any pain or agony at this invasion.
"Don't pull...out...give...me...more. ..give..me...all.shove your huge cock deep inside of me, please" she moaned out, she was so lost in the moment that she had slipped into half way as she felt Leroy hear her demands. She was in desperate need for this young man's fertile sperm. Leroy didn't understand but her actions and her tone told him all he needed to know. He had been foolish, his initial gut instinct had been right, Katrina was the woman for him.
With renewed motivation Leroy pulled his hips back and thrust even more of his cock deep into her cunt, he had 8 inches inside of her. That was the most anyone had taken, this was uncharted territory for him. The whole thing was uncharted territory for Katrina, she had never imagined she would be in this position. She was lost to a lust she had never felt before. The first time a man was inside her, it was not her husband. She buried the guilt deep inside her as she focused on taking more of this monster. The first time in a year she did not feel that emptiness inside of her it was both literally and figuratively being filled.
"MWOREEE....MWOREEEE!!" Squealed Katrina, her words slurring as she encouraged Leroy to keep going. Leroy just laughed in response, giddy that he was so close to finally having his dreams of burying his whole cock inside of a woman. He was close, inch by inch he got closer to his goal. It wasn't long before he was buried balls deep inside of Katrina.
Her head lifted and he felt her body react. Her cunt clenched like a vice, as if trying to reject the mass which was prying it apart, but he forced it open. He stretched her soaked, dripping pussy over his dick and slowly forced his manhood into her. A cunt which likely had never been fucked properly before easily gave in to his superior member, giving his beastly girth passage to her depths where her womb was waiting for his seed.
"As I thought..." He grunted, reaching up and snatching Katrina's hijab. He tugged on the black threads as if he were pulling a leash. "You were made for this nigger dick." He gave her ass a hard slap and pushed deeper and deeper.
With long, deep, powerful, thrusts he railed her sloppy pussy with his cock. He moved only half of his cock out of her, keeping the rest fully stretched over his monster dick. He felt her folds stretch and compress with each thrust, his tip dragging along her insides, scraping against them roughly as he carved his shape into her. Leroy grunted aggressively, his fingers clenching her asscheeks painfully tight as he held her hips steady. He used her pussy and pleased himself with his brown bitch, his back arching from the tight pleasure.
"You might be an old wench, Katrina, but your pussy still knows how to please a man!" He grunted as he fucked her.
"Praise your God, bitch. Thank him for your Master's black cock!" Leroy barked as he dominated her pussy with his rod.
The sound of his hips loudly clapping against the backs of her thighs and her ass echoed into the room, the loud sounds of him abusing her pussy for his own pleasure ringing in both of their ears. The sounds of her giving him the last thing which kept her from truly becoming his toy, the sounds of her becoming nothing more than a walking object.
"Moan for your Master's dick, you lowly peasant. Let me hear you beg for me to breed this cunt!" He grunted as continued to pound her.
"OH GOD THANK YOU FOR THIS NIGGER COCK, THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH THE OPPORTUNITY TO FEEL HIS MONSTROUS COCK!! THANK YOU Gooood!" she screamed as such unholy words stumbled out of her mind, her screams momentarily drowned out the sound of his hips slapping against her.
Every thrust she could feel deep inside of her womb. Each thrust made her scream and moan, she was experiencing levels of pleasure she never even dreamed about. It felt natural to call such a dominant man Master but she could not say the words. He was no longer the innocent and naive young man she was messaging with back and forth. Deep down she knew that it must have been an act that he was putting on, she sensed who he really was and he sensed who she was. They were now playing a game for dominance. Leroy was dominating her physically like no man had ever before but she would not call him Master. That place was her husband's.
Each thrust made her lose her grip on the sanity of her surroundings. If she had a clear mind she would have noticed all the small cameras placed around the large living room, everything was being recorded. When he mentioned breeding, she felt her cunt grip on to his cock even more tightly. It seemed to awaken long buried desires of being bred more and having kids, of course those thoughts had been more wholesome about having a bigger family. She did not think that it would be innocent Leroy's intention.
"MASTER I BEG YOU BREED ME!! PLEASE I BEG YOU CUM INSIDE ME!! BREED MY PATHETIC SAND RAT CUNT!! BLESS MY HOLE WITH THAT BLACK SCEPTER!! FUXKING BREED ME!! MASTER I AM YOURSSSS, YOUR FUCK TOY, YOUR SLUT!! YOUR WHOREEE!! YOUR BREEDING CUNT!!! PLEASE MASTERRR DO ITTTTTTTTT!! I BEG YOUUUUU!!" she cried and whimpered. As she finally lost all control.
Katrina could not respond, her mouth was wide open, her eyes were rolled to the back of her head as she felt Leroy's cock push into her struggling cunt. She felt her pussy struggling with the size of Leroy's monstrous cock. She could only respond with grunts, as she honestly felt like she was losing her virginity for the first time all over again. Leroy was enjoying the feeling of burying his cock in a woman after so long but at the same time he saw the similar expressions that other women had on their faces when he entered them, one of struggle and pain, he would not be surprised if Katrina told him to stop. Once again it looked to Leroy that his desire to bury his whole length in to a woman would go unfulfilled.
"I guess you're like every other woman, can't handle me at all," Leroy said, the disappointment in his voice was clear as he started to pull his cock out. He was surprised when he felt Katrina wrap her legs around him and hold him in place. Her eyes were back in their natural state as she looked at him and opened her mouth. That need to be bred to replace any pain or agony at this invasion.
"Don't pull...out...give...me...more. ..give..me...all.shove your huge cock deep inside of me, please" she moaned out, she was so lost in the moment that she had slipped into half way as she felt Leroy hear her demands. She was in desperate need for this young man's fertile sperm. Leroy didn't understand but her actions and her tone told him all he needed to know. He had been foolish, his initial gut instinct had been right, Katrina was the woman for him.
With renewed motivation Leroy pulled his hips back and thrust even more of his cock deep into her cunt, he had 8 inches inside of her. That was the most anyone had taken, this was uncharted territory for him. The whole thing was uncharted territory for Katrina, she had never imagined she would be in this position. She was lost to a lust she had never felt before. The first time a man was inside her, it was not her husband. She buried the guilt deep inside her as she focused on taking more of this monster. The first time in a year she did not feel that emptiness inside of her it was both literally and figuratively being filled.
"MWOREEE....MWOREEEE!!" Squealed Katrina, her words slurring as she encouraged Leroy to keep going. Leroy just laughed in response, giddy that he was so close to finally having his dreams of burying his whole cock inside of a woman. He was close, inch by inch he got closer to his goal. It wasn't long before he was buried balls deep inside of Katrina.
Her head lifted and he felt her body react. Her cunt clenched like a vice, as if trying to reject the mass which was prying it apart, but he forced it open. He stretched her soaked, dripping pussy over his dick and slowly forced his manhood into her. A cunt which likely had never been fucked properly before easily gave in to his superior member, giving his beastly girth passage to her depths where her womb was waiting for his seed.
"As I thought..." He grunted, reaching up and snatching Katrina's hijab. He tugged on the black threads as if he were pulling a leash. "You were made for this nigger dick." He gave her ass a hard slap and pushed deeper and deeper.
With long, deep, powerful, thrusts he railed her sloppy pussy with his cock. He moved only half of his cock out of her, keeping the rest fully stretched over his monster dick. He felt her folds stretch and compress with each thrust, his tip dragging along her insides, scraping against them roughly as he carved his shape into her. Leroy grunted aggressively, his fingers clenching her asscheeks painfully tight as he held her hips steady. He used her pussy and pleased himself with his brown bitch, his back arching from the tight pleasure.
"You might be an old wench, Katrina, but your pussy still knows how to please a man!" He grunted as he fucked her.
"Praise your God, bitch. Thank him for your Master's black cock!" Leroy barked as he dominated her pussy with his rod.
The sound of his hips loudly clapping against the backs of her thighs and her ass echoed into the room, the loud sounds of him abusing her pussy for his own pleasure ringing in both of their ears. The sounds of her giving him the last thing which kept her from truly becoming his toy, the sounds of her becoming nothing more than a walking object.
"Moan for your Master's dick, you lowly peasant. Let me hear you beg for me to breed this cunt!" He grunted as continued to pound her.
"OH GOD THANK YOU FOR THIS NIGGER COCK, THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH THE OPPORTUNITY TO FEEL HIS MONSTROUS COCK!! THANK YOU Gooood!" she screamed as such unholy words stumbled out of her mind, her screams momentarily drowned out the sound of his hips slapping against her.
Every thrust she could feel deep inside of her womb. Each thrust made her scream and moan, she was experiencing levels of pleasure she never even dreamed about. It felt natural to call such a dominant man Master but she could not say the words. He was no longer the innocent and naive young man she was messaging with back and forth. Deep down she knew that it must have been an act that he was putting on, she sensed who he really was and he sensed who she was. They were now playing a game for dominance. Leroy was dominating her physically like no man had ever before but she would not call him Master. That place was her husband's.
Each thrust made her lose her grip on the sanity of her surroundings. If she had a clear mind she would have noticed all the small cameras placed around the large living room, everything was being recorded. When he mentioned breeding, she felt her cunt grip on to his cock even more tightly. It seemed to awaken long buried desires of being bred more and having kids, of course those thoughts had been more wholesome about having a bigger family. She did not think that it would be innocent Leroy's intention.
"MASTER I BEG YOU BREED ME!! PLEASE I BEG YOU CUM INSIDE ME!! BREED MY PATHETIC SAND RAT CUNT!! BLESS MY HOLE WITH THAT BLACK SCEPTER!! FUXKING BREED ME!! MASTER I AM YOURSSSS, YOUR FUCK TOY, YOUR SLUT!! YOUR WHOREEE!! YOUR BREEDING CUNT!!! PLEASE MASTERRR DO ITTTTTTTTT!! I BEG YOUUUUU!!" she cried and whimpered. As she finally lost all control.
The desperation was clear in her voice, she had never wanted anything more than this. Being bred by him was all that mattered, the final straw had broken, she had submitted fully, by declaring and begging to be bred she was admitting that she was no longer the same woman that had walked in here 2 hours ago. Leroy grunted loudly, aggressively, his heavy meat spearing into her cramped pussy as he listened to her voice cry out. His hands slid up off her ass and he grabbed onto her lower back. He pushed down and sank his fingers into her waist, her ass raising up and giving him a better angle into her. His dick thumped fiercely against the depths of her womb with every thrust, and he pounded her relentlessly, conquering her.
"That's it you bitch!! Beg and moan for this nigger's seed", Leroy howled as she plead to be bred, his cock hardening and swelling inside of her. He was nearing his peak, and let the climax come without any restraint. He ploughed and abused her pussy, her lower, weaker cock sleeve and pleasured himself with her slippery walls as he dominated the body of a daughter of God.
"I'M GONNA CUM, WHORE!" Leroy barked, grabbing the back of her head and yanking her hair as his thrusts became more focused, more primal.
"TAKE YOUR MASTER'S SEED!" He let out a thunderous grunt and groaned loudly in a mixture of pleasure and violence. He cinched down on her body with his hands, then yanked her head and hips back towards him.
With a final thrust, the head of his rod pierced through the back of her cunt and he dumped his cum inside, filling her well-fucked pussy with a heavy load of black seed. He opened his mouth and slid the hand on her waist onto her thick ass, gripping the pounded ass cheeks of his prize as his cum overflows from her pussy, dripping heavily down her thighs and onto the ground.
"YESSSSS YESSS YESSS!!! NIGGER MASTER FILL MY MUSLIM WOMB WITH YOUR SUPERIOR NIGGER SEEEED!! DEFILEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEE MASTERRR!! OH ALLAH SO MUCH CUMMMM!!" she screamed as she was filled with one load after another of his seed. Blasting deep with in her womb, coating it with his fertile seed. Her pussy over flowed quickly, as she felt it spilling out from the sides of her stuffed cunt.
It was insane how much cum he was producing, her husband only ever managed a few drops, another sign that Black men were superior in every way. She was a sweaty mess, panting and grunting like a wild animal as she felt him continue pumping his load into her overloaded cunt, she felt the cum drip down her ass crack and past her asshole, and on to the floor.
She thought that was a waste of her Masters precious and superior cum. She had completely forgotten the reason she had come here, her mind had been warped and reshaped, long gone was the devout wife and mother, who told herself that she was doing this to help Leroy, in its place was lowly brown woman who understood that Black men like Leroy were born to be served by the likes of her, why they were at the top of the food chain. Her husband's last words remained in her mind about never letting another man's sperm inside of her but now she was filled with the sperm like never before, her womb was filled and she would be pregnant by morning.
"Thank you Master, thank you for blessing me with your seed, for breeding me. For showing me my true purpose. I am your Muslim slut, whore and slave now Master. I will always be those things, even if I lose my way and deny it due to some misplaced sense of guilt." She said with tears of gratitude in her eyes as she looked into her Masters eyes. Saw the messy reflection in his irises. Even though he had stopped cummings he felt his cock, and it was still hard, which amazed her to no end.
It had been quite the fuck, and her pussy was a perfect toy for his meat, yet it wasn't enough. Even after dumping one of his thickest loads and after feeling his balls practically drain all that they had into her thirsty, empty dump of a womb; he wanted more. The sounds of her howling, the feeling of her thick, MILF ass jiggling, the tight twisting of her pussy's walls as she milked his load like a grateful bitch. It kept him hard, and Leroy looked down at her just as hungry as when he had started.
Leroy didn't waste his time either and pulled his heavy meat from her cunt, standing up behind her as his massive meat stuck outwards in front of him. He breathed slowly through his nose, a light layer of sweat on his body glistening in the lighting of the room as he stood there. She was a beautiful thing, and seeing her in such a pathetic state brought out the man in him. On all fours, his cum leaking from her cunt, and a smile on her face. It had been just one fuck but he could see it already. The submission. The desire to be his. And the satisfaction of having been plowed open by a superior man compared to whatever she had before. She was a lowly piece of fuck meat, but the wet tight, slick walls of her pussy were just the perfect flavour. A top quality slave that he wasn't going to pass up on using to the limit.
"Clean up your mess like a good little whore." Leroy spat, both verbally and physically. He held the base of his shaft and let his massive rod stick out in front of him. His shaft was a mess. Covered in a mixture of his cum, and her pussy-juice, and now his own spit as he dropped some of it into his tip.
She pulled herself up on to her knees as she stared at his cock in awe, rock hard as the first time she saw it in real life an hour ago. She noticed the veins running along the shaft, a detail she had missed the first time. She sniffed at the aroma coming off his cock, it was intoxicating as it drew her in.
She stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the tip of his uncut monster Black cock, trailing her tongue across the length of the shaft. Savouring the taste of her juices mixed with his cum, a delicious cocktail that had her salivating. She licked and sucked the balls, getting a taste of the sweat dripping off them. She sucked each one after another before licking her way back up the shaft. She had never given a blow job so she was acting upon instinct.
She opened her mouth and took his cock down her throat. She took much more than when she ever imagined she would be able to do, her throat was now being moulded better to deep throat his cock. She gagged and choked, and she knew she would always react like this, but she kept going, taking inch after inch until her nose was buried in his messy pubes, her eyes looking up at him as she impaled herself on his cock, she could feel the tip poking her chest. She pulled herself off the cock and started to slap her face with it, and rub it all over, laughing giddily.
"I love Masters cock, so big, so powerful, mmmmmm My dead hubby was so tiny compared to you Master." She purred before diving back in and deep throating his cock.
GLURKKK GLURKKK GLURKKK GLURKKK
The sound of her gagging as she deep throated him fanatically, she forgot that she was only meant to clean his cock. She needed to taste his cum again, she was already addicted and she knew that if she was able to make him cum he would still be hard. She knew that a superior black man like her Master would only go soft when he wanted to.
Katrina practically bounced up to impale herself on his cock again, and Leroy chuckled at the sight. A true whore. Forgetting everything just for the next chance to suck him off; her excitement was exhilarating. Such a lively MILF was trying to keep up, so he would give her the same amount of energy.
With his free hand, he grabbed her hijab covered head and then tugged it firmly back and out of her face. But while he wanted to just stuff himself down her throat, he waited and let his slave do the work.
He watched her for a moment, enjoying the slight pleasure of her lips and tongue moving over his manhood. Her face was still a pleasant mess from the earlier fuck, her eyes still moist from getting her guts pounded in, and the stench of sex permeated from their bodies.
"That's it you bitch!! Beg and moan for this nigger's seed", Leroy howled as she plead to be bred, his cock hardening and swelling inside of her. He was nearing his peak, and let the climax come without any restraint. He ploughed and abused her pussy, her lower, weaker cock sleeve and pleasured himself with her slippery walls as he dominated the body of a daughter of God.
"I'M GONNA CUM, WHORE!" Leroy barked, grabbing the back of her head and yanking her hair as his thrusts became more focused, more primal.
"TAKE YOUR MASTER'S SEED!" He let out a thunderous grunt and groaned loudly in a mixture of pleasure and violence. He cinched down on her body with his hands, then yanked her head and hips back towards him.
With a final thrust, the head of his rod pierced through the back of her cunt and he dumped his cum inside, filling her well-fucked pussy with a heavy load of black seed. He opened his mouth and slid the hand on her waist onto her thick ass, gripping the pounded ass cheeks of his prize as his cum overflows from her pussy, dripping heavily down her thighs and onto the ground.
"YESSSSS YESSS YESSS!!! NIGGER MASTER FILL MY MUSLIM WOMB WITH YOUR SUPERIOR NIGGER SEEEED!! DEFILEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEE MASTERRR!! OH ALLAH SO MUCH CUMMMM!!" she screamed as she was filled with one load after another of his seed. Blasting deep with in her womb, coating it with his fertile seed. Her pussy over flowed quickly, as she felt it spilling out from the sides of her stuffed cunt.
It was insane how much cum he was producing, her husband only ever managed a few drops, another sign that Black men were superior in every way. She was a sweaty mess, panting and grunting like a wild animal as she felt him continue pumping his load into her overloaded cunt, she felt the cum drip down her ass crack and past her asshole, and on to the floor.
She thought that was a waste of her Masters precious and superior cum. She had completely forgotten the reason she had come here, her mind had been warped and reshaped, long gone was the devout wife and mother, who told herself that she was doing this to help Leroy, in its place was lowly brown woman who understood that Black men like Leroy were born to be served by the likes of her, why they were at the top of the food chain. Her husband's last words remained in her mind about never letting another man's sperm inside of her but now she was filled with the sperm like never before, her womb was filled and she would be pregnant by morning.
"Thank you Master, thank you for blessing me with your seed, for breeding me. For showing me my true purpose. I am your Muslim slut, whore and slave now Master. I will always be those things, even if I lose my way and deny it due to some misplaced sense of guilt." She said with tears of gratitude in her eyes as she looked into her Masters eyes. Saw the messy reflection in his irises. Even though he had stopped cummings he felt his cock, and it was still hard, which amazed her to no end.
It had been quite the fuck, and her pussy was a perfect toy for his meat, yet it wasn't enough. Even after dumping one of his thickest loads and after feeling his balls practically drain all that they had into her thirsty, empty dump of a womb; he wanted more. The sounds of her howling, the feeling of her thick, MILF ass jiggling, the tight twisting of her pussy's walls as she milked his load like a grateful bitch. It kept him hard, and Leroy looked down at her just as hungry as when he had started.
Leroy didn't waste his time either and pulled his heavy meat from her cunt, standing up behind her as his massive meat stuck outwards in front of him. He breathed slowly through his nose, a light layer of sweat on his body glistening in the lighting of the room as he stood there. She was a beautiful thing, and seeing her in such a pathetic state brought out the man in him. On all fours, his cum leaking from her cunt, and a smile on her face. It had been just one fuck but he could see it already. The submission. The desire to be his. And the satisfaction of having been plowed open by a superior man compared to whatever she had before. She was a lowly piece of fuck meat, but the wet tight, slick walls of her pussy were just the perfect flavour. A top quality slave that he wasn't going to pass up on using to the limit.
"Clean up your mess like a good little whore." Leroy spat, both verbally and physically. He held the base of his shaft and let his massive rod stick out in front of him. His shaft was a mess. Covered in a mixture of his cum, and her pussy-juice, and now his own spit as he dropped some of it into his tip.
She pulled herself up on to her knees as she stared at his cock in awe, rock hard as the first time she saw it in real life an hour ago. She noticed the veins running along the shaft, a detail she had missed the first time. She sniffed at the aroma coming off his cock, it was intoxicating as it drew her in.
She stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the tip of his uncut monster Black cock, trailing her tongue across the length of the shaft. Savouring the taste of her juices mixed with his cum, a delicious cocktail that had her salivating. She licked and sucked the balls, getting a taste of the sweat dripping off them. She sucked each one after another before licking her way back up the shaft. She had never given a blow job so she was acting upon instinct.
She opened her mouth and took his cock down her throat. She took much more than when she ever imagined she would be able to do, her throat was now being moulded better to deep throat his cock. She gagged and choked, and she knew she would always react like this, but she kept going, taking inch after inch until her nose was buried in his messy pubes, her eyes looking up at him as she impaled herself on his cock, she could feel the tip poking her chest. She pulled herself off the cock and started to slap her face with it, and rub it all over, laughing giddily.
"I love Masters cock, so big, so powerful, mmmmmm My dead hubby was so tiny compared to you Master." She purred before diving back in and deep throating his cock.
GLURKKK GLURKKK GLURKKK GLURKKK
The sound of her gagging as she deep throated him fanatically, she forgot that she was only meant to clean his cock. She needed to taste his cum again, she was already addicted and she knew that if she was able to make him cum he would still be hard. She knew that a superior black man like her Master would only go soft when he wanted to.
Katrina practically bounced up to impale herself on his cock again, and Leroy chuckled at the sight. A true whore. Forgetting everything just for the next chance to suck him off; her excitement was exhilarating. Such a lively MILF was trying to keep up, so he would give her the same amount of energy.
With his free hand, he grabbed her hijab covered head and then tugged it firmly back and out of her face. But while he wanted to just stuff himself down her throat, he waited and let his slave do the work.
He watched her for a moment, enjoying the slight pleasure of her lips and tongue moving over his manhood. Her face was still a pleasant mess from the earlier fuck, her eyes still moist from getting her guts pounded in, and the stench of sex permeated from their bodies.
He didn't even ask before he snapped a picture of her face so focused on satisfying him, and he then took a short video as she licked around his length and sucked on his balls. He saved the video and then started to take another video. He grunted as she finally took his meat between her lips. Her mouth was still barely able to fit him, but she didn't waste time stuffing him into her throat.
The motion, mixed with the sensitivity of his tip from just nutting in her, sent a shock up his spine. His pot belly flexed from the feeling of her tight throat gripping and swallowing his member. He pushed on her head, ensuring she sucked down every bit of his black girth. The sharp contrast of her light brown face against his dark black pelvis was clear in the video, and he made sure to get the look in her eyes on the camera.
The look in her eyes was that of lust and devotion as she continued suck on his cock. Her hijab clung to her head heavily, soaked in her sweat as she sucked on Leroy's cock with fervor and devotion, the likes of which she did not know she was capable of. In the reflection of his irises she could see that she looked like a mess. Leroy could no longer bear it, he needed to be inside of her again. He removed her mouth from his cock, grabbed her by the hijab lifting her to her feet, and led her to his bedroom.
He threw her onto the bed. Katrina squealed with a mixture of fear and excitement. Which only increased when Leroy's massive hands grabbed her hijab and pulled it off, revealing her long black hair with a few strands of white, here and there. She was surprised by it, the feeling was a strange one, somehow she felt more exposed without her hijab despite being nude already. There were no words spoken, the loudest thing in the bedroom was the heavy breathing from both of them. Leroy lay down next to her on the bed on his back.
His cock jutting straight out, invitingly. Katrina did not need to be told, she knew what he wanted her to do. She stood over before she started to lower herself, lining up her cunt with the massive tip of his big negro cock. She shivered in delight as felt the tip brush against the entrance of her cunt. She placed her hands around the cock to keep it steady as she proceeded to lower herself, taking his cock, an inch at a time.
"OH FUCKKKKK!!! FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!! SOOO GOOD!!" she moaned cursing so much that it would put her to shame. She felt that same feeling from almost 20 minutes ago, the one of being stretched to her limit but enjoying the hell out of it. She barely had half his cock inside of her when she felt her body spasm as she came, her juices oozing out of her cunt and down the cock, lubricating it allowing even more to slip inside of her.
Until she had the entirety of his huge monster inside of her, she felt so full. She did not want this experience to ever end. Leroy could not believe that this was real, that a woman was about to ride him, he thought he had died and gone to heaven, but he knew it was definitely real. He placed his hands on her hips and helped her lift herself up until her pussy was at the tip, before guiding her back down. She started slowly, lifting herself then slowly pushing herself down.
Until she built up a rhythm. Slamming herself down on her Master cock, her ass bouncing and shaking as she rode Leroy like a stallion. The sound of her ass clapping echoed around the bedroom, her hair was flying all over the place. Her tits bouncing up and down with each movement, Leroy placed one of his big hands on her tits and squeezed them, which made Katrina moan even louder. She realized that there was definitely no going back, there was no way she could ever deny this had happened. She could have possibly described their first time as just a one off, her acting upon pent up feelings and lust, that she was somehow helping Leroy. But she could not justify this, as she was the one in control, the one impaling herself on Leroy's huge cock and she was loving every moment of it.
Leroy's groping of her tits became rougher as Katrina felt herself reach peaks higher than anything she had experienced before. He held on to his belly and rode his nigger dick like her life depended on it.
"I LOVE THIS NIGGER COCK. YOU FUCKING MONSTER." she screamed in a delirious state as she felt Leroy pinch and twist her nipples pulling her tits forward from his grip.
The pain only added to her pleasure as she screamed out in lust. "I AM COMING AGAIN. FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR NIGGER SPERM. I WANT YOUR COON NIGGER BABY!" She uttered the most vile racist terms but it seemed to bring her even higher orgasm.
She came again as Leroy flooded her cunt once more. He seemed to be a sperm making machine and she felt blessed to receive it. Another torrent of cum was pumped into her, she thought that maybe the second time round there would be less cum. If anything there seemed to be more. She felt it spilling out of her overflowing cunt. She was so tired that she just collapsed on top of Leroy and passed out. She woke up 3 hours later and saw Leroy getting dressed.
"Where are you going Master?" she said in a hoarse voice, thanks to all her screaming. Leroy smiled hearing her sound like that, he had fucked her good and hard, add to the fact that she continued to call him Master meant that she was well and truly his.
"I need to get some food, my sweet slut, we are both so worn, don't think we'll be able to cook safely without destroying the kitchen. So gonna get some take away, we can eat up and get our strengths up. Because we are just getting started." He smiled as he leaned in and kissed her, she hungrily accepted his lips upon hers, she wrapped her arms around his head and tried to pull him back into the bed.
She was hungry for more, despite being exhausted she wanted and needed him. Leroy smiled as he kissed, seeing how much desire she had for him. It made his cock hard again but he controlled himself and pulled away, he wanted to take his time with her. He knew if he denied her now that would only build up her lust for him.
"Be a good girl and rest up my slut," Leroy winked at her as he waddled out of the room and out of the apartment. Katrina was a little disappointed that Leroy had not gotten back into bed, but she realized that a big boy like Leroy needed food to keep up his energy, and truthfully she was also kind of glad for the rest. Her body ached in a way that she had never experienced before, it hurt but it was a type of pain that weirdly made her feel good about herself.
Katrina got out of the bed, deciding to take a shower and freshen up a little, as she stood up she could feel the sticky yet dry cum down her thighs. As she made her way towards the shower, she heard a loud knock on the door. She smiled, her heart pounding.
She thought Leroy was back, he must have changed his mind, she had seen the bulge after he had broken off the kiss. She limped as quickly as she could towards the door and opened without really looking through the. She was naked from head to toe, she could not be bothered to cover herself up again, after all Leroy would just rip the clothes off. It would give him easy access to her. Once she opened the door fully the smile faded from her face, and instead it was filled with dread.
It was not Leroy, not the Leroy she was hoping for. On the other side of the door stood, a bald, muscular black man, who towered over her, and was a couple of years older than her. She recognised him from the pictures that Leroy had shown her over their chats and visits over the past couple of months. The similarities were unmistakable, despite him having a graying beard that he did not have in the pictures. The distinct scar on the top of his left brow and the tattoos that ran up his neck. The man standing at the doorstep was none other than Leroy's father.
"Well I wasn't expecting to see such a fine piece of ass at my pathetic boys place," Leroy Snr spoke as his deep baritone voice reverberated through the air. It made Katrina take an involuntary step back out of fear, and she realized that she was stark naked in front of him. Rather belatedly and foolishly she tried to cover up her body with her hands, failing miserably as he had already seen enough. Leroy Snr had been out of prison for less than a week, and was itching to get some pussy. He hadn't expected to find it at his boy's place though. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
"Why don't we get better acquainted," he asked her, the question seemed innocent enough on the surface but the way he was staring at her like a lion about to pounce upon his prey made her think otherwise. She was scared yet she couldn't help shiver a little in excitement at the thrill of having another man stare at her like she was desirable. She gulped knowing what was about to happen....
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Later, 2 hours Leroy joins his father.
THE-END
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Great one#Katrina Kaif
#Kajal and Samantha
"Will you be my Maid of Honor?" Kajal asked Samantha. Samantha was Kajal's fiancé Deepak's, very affectionate sister.
"Really?" she asked, clearly surprised by the question.
"Yes, you've become like a sister to me and I think it would make Deepak happy too," Kajal explained. She had asked Deepak what he thought of her asking Samantha instead of her best friend Tamanna, who Deepak didn't like much. She stressed that Tamanna would still be a bridesmaid, but since she lived three hours away, having someone local to help her with all the preparations made more sense. Plus, Samantha was a complete sweetheart, while Tamanna... Well, let's just call her an acquired taste.
Samantha nodded, giddy with excitement; Kajal appeared to be making a long-term fantasy of hers come true, "Of course Kajal, I'd love to."
Samantha moved in for a hug, feeling Kajal's tits squish against her body.
Kajal said, "That's awesome."
Meanwhile, Samantha was already thinking of ways to seduce her brother's beautiful fiancée. She knew it was bad family politics, but she had lusted after the gorgeous Kajal ever since the moment he'd introduced them over a year ago.
Samantha was a strict lesbian, and Kajal knew this, and it was no secret that Samantha was a dominant one who enjoyed seducing straight women... so this offer seemed too good to be true.
"Can you go dress shopping with me next week?" Kajal asked her other two best friends living in other cities.
"Just tell me when and where," Samantha said, before adding, "I want to win Maid of Honor of the Year."
"Is there such a thing?" The somewhat naïve Kajal asked. Although gorgeous with hair, black eyes, big tits, long legs and her voice that melted men's trousers right off their legs, she was a sweetheart who didn't see herself the way others saw her. She was a social worker that focused on keeping kids in school and supporting their families.
Samantha shrugged, "If there isn't one, there will be once I'm done."
"I love your enthusiasm," Kajal laughed. She had been worried Samantha was going to say no. She didn't have a lot of friends here, having moved here with Deepak.
"Oh, I'm an eager beaver then?" Samantha joked with a less than subtle hint, one she knew the sweet Kajal wouldn't catch onto.
"I can't wait to go dress shopping," Kajal said.
"Please tell me I have some say in the bridesmaids' dresses," Samantha said.
"Of course," Kajal nodded. "You can get something that looks hot, just not as hot as me."
"I could never be as hot as you," Samantha flirted.
"Oh, you're so silly," Kajal brushed off the compliment, oblivious to her true beauty.
Two weeks later they were at a bridal shop trying on wedding and bridesmaid dresses. Samantha's pussy tingled the moment she first saw Kajal in just her bra, panties and pantyhose. Fuck, were those tits made to suck, the bra barely able to hold them in.
Samantha made sure to gently touch Kajal on her back and arms while also slyly blowing hot breath on her neck. She was determined to seduce the bride-to-be. Samantha had also dressed for the occasion, planning also to be in her bra and thong to showcase her tight, gymnast body, as well as a garter belt and stockings as they really showcased her legs.
Samantha complimented the first dress. "This one is cute."
"I don't just want to be cute," Kajal said. "I want cute and sexy."
"Well, that can be achieved with what you wear underneath the dress," Samantha pointed out.
"That goes without saying," Kajal agreed, although in truth she hadn't put any thought into her undergarments.
"Try on the second dress and I'll try on the gold one," Samantha said.
"You'll look amazing in gold," Kajal said.
"It should bring out my hair," Samantha agreed, tossing her hair in the air.
"And your eyes," Kajal said, always drawn in by Samantha's eyes. She wasn't a lesbian, but if she was it would be the eyes that drew her in like a moth to a flame.
"Happy you notice," Samantha playfully responded, as she pulled down her skirt.
Kajal smiled, "Do you always wear a garter-belt and stockings?"
"Every time I try on maid-of-honor dresses," Samantha said, which was true. One for one. "Plus, I like to dress sexy underneath my outfits and I prefer stockings or thigh highs over restrictive pantyhose." She then paused and added, one more not so subtle innuendo, "I mean you never know when you may end up without clothes on."
"You're such a brat," Kajal said, shaking her head, thinking she should try wearing stockings one day too. "Can you unzip me?"
"I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time," Samantha joked... or at least she made it sound like a joke.
"You never stop," Kajal said, shaking her head, although truth be told, she rather liked the attention she received from Samantha.
I'm such a bad girl," Samantha joked, as she unzipped Kajal's dress.
"So bad," Kajal agreed, as she slipped the dress off.
Samantha removed her blouse and grabbed the gold dress... one of three she had chosen to try on.
Once Kajal had the next dress on Samantha asked, "How the hell do you keep your body that perfect?"
Kajal shrugged, not being one to actually work out, "This is just how I've always looked."
"I hate you right now, and so does every other woman in the world," Samantha teased. Samantha had a good ass too, but smaller tits and shorter legs... she had to work her ass off to keep the body she had.
"You're beautiful, Samantha," Kajal said, always loving her sister-in-law-to-be's exuberant, outgoing personality and confidence, something she didn't have.
"Want to marry me instead?" Samantha quipped, making sure to linger longer than necessary, allowing her hot breath to warm up Kajal's neck, as she moved behind to zip up dress number two.
Kajal laughed, playing along, getting a chill down her spine when she felt Samantha's hot breath on her neck, "If I weren't engaged to your brother and if I were a lesbian, I would definitely marry you."
"Always the bridesmaid, never the woman munching on your pussy," Samantha joked, tracing her hand down Kajal's arm before she turned around to let Kajal zip her up. Kajal choked at the statement as she zipped Samantha up but countered, "You're actually the maid of honor."
"So do I get the honor?" Samantha asked, turning around, licking her lips and gazing below Kajal's waist with a wicked smile.
"You're so bad," Kajal repeated, shaking her head at her flirtatious sister-in-law-to-be.
"You don't even know the half of it, not even a third," Samantha countered, the idea of seducing her brother's bride-to-be growing increasingly appealing and, she thought, possible. She was definitely laying the groundwork for such a possibility.
"Really?" she asked, clearly surprised by the question.
"Yes, you've become like a sister to me and I think it would make Deepak happy too," Kajal explained. She had asked Deepak what he thought of her asking Samantha instead of her best friend Tamanna, who Deepak didn't like much. She stressed that Tamanna would still be a bridesmaid, but since she lived three hours away, having someone local to help her with all the preparations made more sense. Plus, Samantha was a complete sweetheart, while Tamanna... Well, let's just call her an acquired taste.
Samantha nodded, giddy with excitement; Kajal appeared to be making a long-term fantasy of hers come true, "Of course Kajal, I'd love to."
Samantha moved in for a hug, feeling Kajal's tits squish against her body.
Kajal said, "That's awesome."
Meanwhile, Samantha was already thinking of ways to seduce her brother's beautiful fiancée. She knew it was bad family politics, but she had lusted after the gorgeous Kajal ever since the moment he'd introduced them over a year ago.
Samantha was a strict lesbian, and Kajal knew this, and it was no secret that Samantha was a dominant one who enjoyed seducing straight women... so this offer seemed too good to be true.
"Can you go dress shopping with me next week?" Kajal asked her other two best friends living in other cities.
"Just tell me when and where," Samantha said, before adding, "I want to win Maid of Honor of the Year."
"Is there such a thing?" The somewhat naïve Kajal asked. Although gorgeous with hair, black eyes, big tits, long legs and her voice that melted men's trousers right off their legs, she was a sweetheart who didn't see herself the way others saw her. She was a social worker that focused on keeping kids in school and supporting their families.
Samantha shrugged, "If there isn't one, there will be once I'm done."
"I love your enthusiasm," Kajal laughed. She had been worried Samantha was going to say no. She didn't have a lot of friends here, having moved here with Deepak.
"Oh, I'm an eager beaver then?" Samantha joked with a less than subtle hint, one she knew the sweet Kajal wouldn't catch onto.
"I can't wait to go dress shopping," Kajal said.
"Please tell me I have some say in the bridesmaids' dresses," Samantha said.
"Of course," Kajal nodded. "You can get something that looks hot, just not as hot as me."
"I could never be as hot as you," Samantha flirted.
"Oh, you're so silly," Kajal brushed off the compliment, oblivious to her true beauty.
Two weeks later they were at a bridal shop trying on wedding and bridesmaid dresses. Samantha's pussy tingled the moment she first saw Kajal in just her bra, panties and pantyhose. Fuck, were those tits made to suck, the bra barely able to hold them in.
Samantha made sure to gently touch Kajal on her back and arms while also slyly blowing hot breath on her neck. She was determined to seduce the bride-to-be. Samantha had also dressed for the occasion, planning also to be in her bra and thong to showcase her tight, gymnast body, as well as a garter belt and stockings as they really showcased her legs.
Samantha complimented the first dress. "This one is cute."
"I don't just want to be cute," Kajal said. "I want cute and sexy."
"Well, that can be achieved with what you wear underneath the dress," Samantha pointed out.
"That goes without saying," Kajal agreed, although in truth she hadn't put any thought into her undergarments.
"Try on the second dress and I'll try on the gold one," Samantha said.
"You'll look amazing in gold," Kajal said.
"It should bring out my hair," Samantha agreed, tossing her hair in the air.
"And your eyes," Kajal said, always drawn in by Samantha's eyes. She wasn't a lesbian, but if she was it would be the eyes that drew her in like a moth to a flame.
"Happy you notice," Samantha playfully responded, as she pulled down her skirt.
Kajal smiled, "Do you always wear a garter-belt and stockings?"
"Every time I try on maid-of-honor dresses," Samantha said, which was true. One for one. "Plus, I like to dress sexy underneath my outfits and I prefer stockings or thigh highs over restrictive pantyhose." She then paused and added, one more not so subtle innuendo, "I mean you never know when you may end up without clothes on."
"You're such a brat," Kajal said, shaking her head, thinking she should try wearing stockings one day too. "Can you unzip me?"
"I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time," Samantha joked... or at least she made it sound like a joke.
"You never stop," Kajal said, shaking her head, although truth be told, she rather liked the attention she received from Samantha.
I'm such a bad girl," Samantha joked, as she unzipped Kajal's dress.
"So bad," Kajal agreed, as she slipped the dress off.
Samantha removed her blouse and grabbed the gold dress... one of three she had chosen to try on.
Once Kajal had the next dress on Samantha asked, "How the hell do you keep your body that perfect?"
Kajal shrugged, not being one to actually work out, "This is just how I've always looked."
"I hate you right now, and so does every other woman in the world," Samantha teased. Samantha had a good ass too, but smaller tits and shorter legs... she had to work her ass off to keep the body she had.
"You're beautiful, Samantha," Kajal said, always loving her sister-in-law-to-be's exuberant, outgoing personality and confidence, something she didn't have.
"Want to marry me instead?" Samantha quipped, making sure to linger longer than necessary, allowing her hot breath to warm up Kajal's neck, as she moved behind to zip up dress number two.
Kajal laughed, playing along, getting a chill down her spine when she felt Samantha's hot breath on her neck, "If I weren't engaged to your brother and if I were a lesbian, I would definitely marry you."
"Always the bridesmaid, never the woman munching on your pussy," Samantha joked, tracing her hand down Kajal's arm before she turned around to let Kajal zip her up. Kajal choked at the statement as she zipped Samantha up but countered, "You're actually the maid of honor."
"So do I get the honor?" Samantha asked, turning around, licking her lips and gazing below Kajal's waist with a wicked smile.
"You're so bad," Kajal repeated, shaking her head at her flirtatious sister-in-law-to-be.
"You don't even know the half of it, not even a third," Samantha countered, the idea of seducing her brother's bride-to-be growing increasingly appealing and, she thought, possible. She was definitely laying the groundwork for such a possibility.
Kajal looked at the beauty and thought to herself, Shit, she really is a temptress.
"That dress is even better," Samantha approved, thinking of crawling underneath the white dress for a snack.
"It is," Kajal agreed, pushing the brief lesbian thought out of her head and back to the task at hand... a wedding dress.
"How do I look?" Samantha asked. "Good enough to eat?"
"You really are so bad," Kajal said, shaking her head.
"I'll take that as a yes," Samantha said.
"Don't put words in my mouth," Kajal responded.
"I'd rather put something else in your mouth," Samantha teased bluntly.
Kajal shook her head. "You never stop."
"I always get what I want," Samantha continued on, truly getting what she wanted more often than not.
"It's tempting," Kajal said, even as she felt a little tingle in her pussy. "But I'm straight."
"Everyone can take a turn," Samantha shrugged.
"I'm marrying your brother," Kajal reminded the temptress.
"Don't remind me," Samantha sighed dramatically, as she unzipped Kajal's dress.
"Well if I ever decide to switch sides you'll be the first to know," Kajal said.
"Promise?" Samantha asked.
"Promise," Kajal agreed.
Samantha figured she had planted enough seeds for a lesbian garden, and thus spent the next hour no longer making any sexual innuendos. Instead, she played nice, straight, maid-of-honor, going to stage two of her psychological attack: to quit flirting completely.
Kajal noticed that the rest of the time trying on dresses Samantha didn't make any dirty comments. At first she was relieved, but as the hour went by and she tried on three more dresses, Samantha trying two others, she began to miss the flirtation. Had Samantha finally accepted she was straight? Part of her was thankful if that was the case, yet another part of her was disappointed... She enjoyed the attention and playful banter. It was harmless, but fun.
They left with Samantha choosing the first gold dress and Kajal choosing the fifth dress.
That night, Samantha called over a booty call for a marathon session while she fantasized the other person being Kajal; Kajal meanwhile, got fucked good by her fiancé, but twice it was a naked, lustful Samantha who popped into her head, including a vision of her sucking on Kajal's clit as she reached orgasm.
.....
Two weeks later at the bridal shower Samantha brought Kajal two presents... one for the party... all white lingerie for the wedding, and a second gift to open when they were alone.
It was a fun evening with a lot of wine and a lot of presents, including three different sets of lingerie, a bunch of soaps and lastly, two vibrators. Once it was just Samantha and Kajal, Samantha handed Kajal a second gift.
"You didn't have to buy me two presents," Kajal said, feeling quite tipsy.
Samantha shrugged, "I think I did. The first one was a sexy suggestion for under your wedding dress."
"It was super sexy," Kajal nodded, hoping to try it on once alone.
"The stockings are the fanciest you can buy," Samantha added.
"Really?"
"Yes, they are Wolfords," Samantha said.
"I've never heard of those before," Kajal said.
"Go try them on," Samantha suggested.
"Now?" Kajal asked.
"Sure," Samantha nodded. "I mean you need to make sure the outfit fits."
"That makes sense," Kajal agreed, tipsy enough to agree with the logic.
Samantha grabbed Kajal's hand and the bag the lingerie was in and took her to her bedroom. "Hey, what about the other present?"
"That is for another day," Samantha waved her hand.
"Oh, okay," Kajal said.
Once in the bedroom, Samantha said, "Get out of those clothes."
"How long have you wanted to say that?" the tipsy Kajal flirted.
"I've already seen you pretty much naked," Samantha pointed out.
"But that isn't the same as completely naked," Kajal pointed out, as she pulled her dress over her head.
To Samantha's surprise, Kajal was in thigh high stockings. "I see you have chosen sexier hosiery."
"I had to agree, these are less restrictive," Kajal agreed. "Plus, it's easier to pee in them."
"It's easier to do a lot of things in them," Samantha implied playfully.
"I bet it is," Kajal concurred, as she unclasped her bra to let her lesbian sister-in-law-to-be see her tits. She had missed the attention she had received non-stop until it had literally just stopped,
"Those girls are as impressive as I imagined," Samantha approved, checking out the large, yet perfectly firm, tits.
"Do you imagine them often?" Kajal asked, as she reached for the white nightie.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Samantha flirted back, impressed that her plan to play nonchalant had worked in spades. Kajal seemed desperate to get the attention, even showing off her tits for her. The fact she was quite tipsy likely helped too.
"That's why I asked," Kajal said as her tits disappeared, well kind of, behind a see-through nightie.
"I don't want to turn you into a complete lesbian a week before your wedding," Samantha joked, even though that was exactly what she planned to do... although just to make her bi.
Kajal laughed, as she took off her thigh highs, "Yes, that would really wreck the wedding."
"Same sex marriages are legal here," Samantha pointed out.
"So you're my back-up plan," Kajal jokes, as she takes off the second thigh high.
"I don't know whether to be insulted or flattered," Samantha said, as she grabbed the Wolford stockings and opened the package... a wicked idea of teasing popping into her head.
"Flattered, since I'm straight," Kajal pointed out, although she was quite horny at the moment and Deepak was away all week at a conference so Samantha suddenly looked very appealing. She wasn't sure she would resist Samantha's advances if they occurred tonight.
"So you say," Samantha said, as she pushed Kajal playfully onto the bed, pulled a chair up next to it and sat down saying, "Lift your leg up."
"Is that lesbian code?" Kajal jokes.
"No, 'spread your legs,' or 'get between my legs,' or 'bend over and take my strappy' or 'eat my wet pussy,' are lesbian codes," Samantha said, as she rolled up the first stocking.
The hot dirty talk made Kajal actually moan slightly, which Samantha noticed but didn't say anything about. Kajal, trying to hide her arousal, said, "So lesbian talk is as blunt as hetero talk."
"So it seems," Samantha nodded, as she grabbed Kajal's ankle and began to put the stocking on.
"I thought lesbians tried taking a girl's clothes off?"
"For a straight girl you seem pretty excited," Samantha pointed out, as she looked between Kajal's legs and saw a wet spot at her crotch.
"Just trying to understand you," Kajal defended, as she felt Samantha's soft hands on her ankle and leg.
"You'll never understand me," Samantha said.
That's true, Kajal thought to herself. After over a year of flirting and trying to convince her to switch to her side, Samantha had unexpectedly stopped cold turkey and was not remotely trying to take advantage of the situation offered to her at the moment. Kajal wasn't sure she wanted to have a lesbian affair, especially with her fiancé's sister, yet she wanted to have the option to have it, if that made sense. And she wasn't sure it did. Yet somehow she had lost control and it had her rattled... and horny. Which was the main thing: logic and speculation aside, the primary focus of her attention right now was that she was horny! Kajal laughed awkwardly, as the sheer nylons being rolled up her leg accompanied by the sensuous touch of Samantha's hands were stimulating Kajal in ways they shouldn't, "Just like your brother."
"Oh, I'm nothing like my brother," Samantha disagreed as she finished applying the first stocking, now looking down at the pretty bombshell... knowing that if she wanted to, she could take her here and now, yet she didn't want to do it when she was drunk. She didn't want her initial submission to the pleasures of a woman to be something she would regret. Samantha added, as she reached for the second stocking, "For one, I can give you multiple orgasms."
"Oh Samantha, you're so bad," Kajal giggled, thinking that even one orgasm from sex would be amazing.
Samantha, sensing something, asked, "Please tell me my baby brother gets you off."
"Of course he does," Kajal lied, but not convincingly.
"Oh my God, the fucker doesn't!" Samantha gasped, although it didn't surprise her... men had the same understanding of sexual female anatomy as a rock.
"Well, I usually have to finish myself off," Kajal admitted.
"Fucking idiot," Samantha sighed. "He has the perfect woman and he doesn't even know how to rev it up."
"He can get it revved up, he just can't find the clutch and get me into fifth gear," Kajal clarified.
"Men," Samantha said, shaking her head, as she began to put the second stocking on.
Kajal didn't respond, unsure what else to say. Instead, she enjoyed the lavish treatment of being dressed by someone.
Once the second stocking was on, Samantha ordered, "Stand up."
"What am I, your mannequin?" Kajal asked, even as she obeyed.
"I did have a crush on K***," Samantha said, as she got off the bed.
"Who?" Kajal asked.
"The movie M*****?"
"Never saw it."
"We are having a movie night," Samantha said. "First, you never saw Some Kind of Wonderful."
"I did love D***," she pointed out, as Samantha dropped to the floor and began to attach a stocking to the garter clasps.
Samantha couldn't resist, Kajal's pussy literally a few inches away, "Well, I am hungry like a wolf."
"So bad," Kajal said, as Samantha's hot breath and hands had her weak at the knees and wet in the crotch.
"But I'm not on the prowl," Samantha said, as she moved to another clasp.
"You already got your Rio?" Kajal asked, Samantha usually not dating anyone for longer than a month or two.
"No, just a bunch of wild girls," Samantha countered, having just had a wild threesome last weekend with two college coeds at Club... a club she would love to take Kajal to.
"Are they girls on film?" Kajal asked, even though she knew it was a weak response, but was the only other D*** song she could think of other than Union of the Snake, which didn't make much sense at all.
As Samantha moved to Kajal's ass and put on the third clasp, she asked, "Is there something I should know about your straightness? Do you want to watch some hot lesbian porn? I have some delicious clips on my phone."
Kajal had watched some lesbian porn of late, including a hot scene where a bride was taken just after her wedding by her ex lesbian lover. She knew it was wrong, but ever since Samantha had stopped paying attention to her, she had begun to seriously fantasize about having a lesbian fling.
Samantha added, "Because in those, it's always about," as she sang the sexy D*** song, "all she wants is."
"Wants what?" Kajal asked, as Samantha put on the last clasp.
"If you don't know, I'm not telling you," Samantha said, standing up.
"How do I look?"
"Sexy."
"Good enough to eat?" Kajal asked, just throwing the words out there... offering herself to her sexy friend.
Samantha, deciding to play more mental mind games, ignored the question and said, "I better get going. I have work in the morning."
"Oh, okay," Kajal said, mortified by her last words and by the fact she'd been casually rejected. Obviously all of Samantha's flirting had been only playful banter.
"Call me tomorrow," Samantha said. "Tell me what you think of the other present."
"Oh, sure," Kajal said, distracted.
"And shoot, we didn't change your underwear," Samantha said, but added, "and the thong I bought you is more like dental floss."
"I hate thongs," Kajal admitted, never liking the way it rode up between her ass cheeks.
"Well, you can always go commando on your wedding day," Samantha said, as she headed out. At the door she added, "I know I will."
Kajal was suddenly alone and horny. She waited for the front door to close and she went to the living room to find the other present... she knew that it had to be something sexual.
She quickly opened it and gasped.
It was a dildo.
But unlike a normal dildo it was a good foot long, maybe longer, and had two ends.
As Kajal held it in her hands she couldn't fathom its purpose.
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[COLOR=rgb(65, 168, 95)][SIZE=5]Horny as fuck, Kajal found the new vibe that she was gifted, the one called a rabbit, sat on the couch, tugged her panties to the side, turned the toy on and slid it into her pussy.
As she closed her eyes, she fucked herself with the amazingly strong toy, vibrations deep inside her, further vibrations outside of her, as she imagined Samantha not leaving, but lingering.
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Kajal came in a minute, way quicker than usual, and then passed out on the couch, ashamed that she had literally thrown herself at her fiancé's sister... and worse yet, had been rejected.
.....
Over the next week the family arrived and the bachelorette party was so tame that it was totally lame, since it had been organized by her sister, who had to run everything by her mother.
Samantha whispered to Kajal that if she was planning it they would spend the evening at Club, which Kajal knew was a lesbian club.
Kajal said, "Oh my God, thank God you are not planning it."
Samantha, back in flirt mode, teased, "Oh, you would be screaming 'Oh my God."
"You're so bad," Kajal giggled, liking that Samantha was flirting with her again.
Samantha added, "And I'd give you a very special gift."
"The double-ended dildo?" Kajal asked.
"Yes, but not until I ate that pussy of yours until you begged me to stop," Samantha said, wanting to really get Kajal revved up but not satisfied... her plan being to seduce her and release all that building frustration on her wedding day. She didn't know why she had chosen then, other than symbolically it was the ultimate seduction and Kajal would be completely sober... which she already wasn't now.
Kajal, now flirting back as best she could, asked, "What if I didn't beg you to stop?"
"Then I'd just snack all day on your boxed lunch," Samantha whispered, as she gave Kajal's ass a squeeze just before Kajal's mother walked in.
"You look flustered, Kajal," her mother observed.
"Oh, just a little tipsy," Kajal said.
All night Kajal tried to get alone with Samantha, but it never happened and she regretted losing her last chance to explore her sexuality before she got married,
As she lay in bed that night she was torn: both frustrated that she'd never taken the opportunity when it was offered but also thankful she had resisted the temptation. Although Samantha confused her, the bottom line was that she was straight and about to be married... she sure didn't need to complicate things by having a lesbian affair with her fiancé's sister.
Although as she rubbed herself to sleep, it was again Samantha's face that popped into her head... not her fiancé's.
.....
THE WEDDING DAY
Kajal was a nervous wreck.
Sure, part of it was the typical pre-wedding jitters. In a few hours she would no longer be single, she would only have sex with one man for the rest of her life, etc....
But, what had been consuming her thoughts of late was much more devious... fantasies of a lesbian romp with her fiancé's sister. She couldn't explain it, but what had started out as playful flirtation had become an obsession... which had taken hold not while Samantha was aggressively flirting with her, but when she'd stopped.
Somehow this made Kajal miss the saucy attentions of her lesbian sister-in-law-to-be stroke Maid of Honour.
Somehow this obsession was generating confusing thoughts and fantasies Kajal hadn't had previously. Sure, Samantha was cute... sexy actually, and sure, if she was ever going to explore her same-sex leanings it would be with someone like Samantha... but she kept coming back to the facts that she wasn't a lesbian and Samantha was her fiancé's sister... two things she had to continually remind herself of. Because in truth, she was pretty confident that Deepak would have very little problem with her having a lesbian romp... especially if he could watch... didn't all men fantasize of such a thing? Yet, that was unlikely if it would be with his sister. She would never ask him, but he would probably get really upset at the thought of perving on his own sister, especially if anyone... such as Kajal or his sister... knew.
.....
Meanwhile, Samantha was giddy with excitement. Like Kajal, she knew it was wrong to have a lesbian encounter with her brother's fiancé... the difference being not only did she not care, but the very idea it was wrong enhanced the excitement. Samantha always loved the chase, the seduction, the challenge of turning a straight girl into an eager pussy pleaser, but this conquest would be her Mona Lisa... she had been planting seeds for weeks, and they would all culminate and come to fruition in the kinkiest of wrong places... a chu******.
The limo picked Samantha up four and a half hours before the service. It also picked up Kajal and the other three bridesmaids for their morning manicure, pedicure and salon visit... which took three hours. They would then get to the chu*** ninety minutes early... which was overcautious in theory, but Kajal wanted time to relax and get dressed (there was a nice private room in the church reserved for the bride... nothing so special for the groom) as she hated being late and had seen way too many comedy movies where crazy things happened on the way to church, which in this case would be far from hilarious.
For Samantha, this buffer period was her window of seduction, a window she planned to capitalize on. She had given each of the bridesmaids cumbersome duties to keep them busy for the next hour including getting the flowers, confirming with the hotel (four blocks away) all the arrangements for the reception, and lastly one girl was in charge of greeting all the guests. The mother of the bride was also out of the picture, as Kajal's father was recovering from surgery and needed assistance getting to the chu***.
So as they walked into the bridal room it was just the two of them... the nervous bride and the cool, calculating seductress.
"Let's get you into your lingerie first," Samantha said, as soon as the door was closed.
"That sounds practical," Kajal jokes, thinking how excited she'd gotten the last time Samantha had dressed her. She had masturbated to a lightning-fast orgasm the moment she'd been alone last time... although afterwards she'd rationalized that the alcohol and lack of getting any cock was what had pushed her so close to succumbing to the ripe peach of temptation... although her hunger to try the forbidden fruit hadn't faded once she'd sobered up. For some reason, even though she couldn't believe she was saying it, she asked, "Are you going to dress me again?"
Samantha smiled, the earlier seeds clearly having a lingering effect just as she had planned, responded, "Certainly, if you want me to." She then added, "My job today is to look after all your needs."
Kajal again couldn't help it as she sighed, "For that you would need a cock."
"Not a problem, I have one in my purse," Samantha pointed out, which was true. A cock she planned to be wearing later on when she fucked her... although that was a sequel she was planning for a secret rendezvous later in the evening.
"You have a vibrator in your purse?" Kajal asked, although she could tell by the smirk on Samantha's face she did indeed have one.
"Well if truth be told, it's actually a strap-on," Samantha corrected.
"Why?"
"It's like my Mastercard, I never leave home without it," Samantha joked. She then added, wanting to make the bride-to-be jealous, "Plus, your old high school friend is pretty hot."
"She's married," Kajal pointed out, even though she felt a wave of jealousy at the thought Samantha had seemed to move on from seducing her to targeting another bridesmaid, Tamanna.
"I like married women," Samantha shrugged, hinting at a long-term relationship opportunity. "So much less complicated. It's just sex, not a relationship."
"So you'll hit on me again after I'm married?" Kajal asked, trying to give her a playful flirtatious smile.
Samantha shrugged, as she began to step out of her jeans, "Maybe."
"You'd better," Kajal said jokingly, yet not really joking.
"Having second thoughts about a life of just one dick?" Samantha asked.
As she looked at Samantha's shaved pussy, fulfilling her promise to go commando today, and her sexy mocha thigh highs, Kajal nodded, now slightly serious, admitting to her wedding day doubts, "Would you hate me if I said yes?"
Samantha finished removing her jeans and said, coming to the bride-to-be who suddenly looked lost and vulnerable, which only made her cuter, "Oh sweetheart," Samantha said, moving to her, "I'd be not only surprised, but disappointed if you said no."
"You would?" Kajal asked, feeling an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss her.
"Well, for one it's human nature. For two, it would mean all my flirting had been for naught," Samantha responded, lifting Kajal's t-shirt over her head.
Kajal was speechless. Was this it? Did she want it to be it? The sudden gush into her panties indicated she did.
Samantha was tempted to just kiss her here and now... she had seduced many straight women in her life and could tell when her prey was ready for the kill, and there was no doubt Kajal was ready. Yet instead, she pulled down Kajal's skirt and remained on her knees while she reached for her panties, noticing a wet spot.
Kajal remained as stoic as a mannequin as she was undressed. She couldn't explain it, but it felt exciting to be undressed. She looked down at her bottomless sister-in-law-to-be and contemplated just grabbing her head and pulling it into her fevered pussy. Of course she didn't do that... instead, she silently... nervously... prayed Samantha would take control.
Samantha asked, as she pulled down the panties, "Why are your panties so wet?"
"They are?" Kajal feigned surprise.
Samantha stood up and lifted the moist panties to her nose right in front of her prey. She allowed the scent to waft into her nose and murmured softly, "Mmmmmmmm."
Kajal was mortified to be caught with wet panties and stunned to see Samantha smelling them.
Kajal was a nervous wreck.
Sure, part of it was the typical pre-wedding jitters. In a few hours she would no longer be single, she would only have sex with one man for the rest of her life, etc....
But, what had been consuming her thoughts of late was much more devious... fantasies of a lesbian romp with her fiancé's sister. She couldn't explain it, but what had started out as playful flirtation had become an obsession... which had taken hold not while Samantha was aggressively flirting with her, but when she'd stopped.
Somehow this made Kajal miss the saucy attentions of her lesbian sister-in-law-to-be stroke Maid of Honour.
Somehow this obsession was generating confusing thoughts and fantasies Kajal hadn't had previously. Sure, Samantha was cute... sexy actually, and sure, if she was ever going to explore her same-sex leanings it would be with someone like Samantha... but she kept coming back to the facts that she wasn't a lesbian and Samantha was her fiancé's sister... two things she had to continually remind herself of. Because in truth, she was pretty confident that Deepak would have very little problem with her having a lesbian romp... especially if he could watch... didn't all men fantasize of such a thing? Yet, that was unlikely if it would be with his sister. She would never ask him, but he would probably get really upset at the thought of perving on his own sister, especially if anyone... such as Kajal or his sister... knew.
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Meanwhile, Samantha was giddy with excitement. Like Kajal, she knew it was wrong to have a lesbian encounter with her brother's fiancé... the difference being not only did she not care, but the very idea it was wrong enhanced the excitement. Samantha always loved the chase, the seduction, the challenge of turning a straight girl into an eager pussy pleaser, but this conquest would be her Mona Lisa... she had been planting seeds for weeks, and they would all culminate and come to fruition in the kinkiest of wrong places... a chu******.
The limo picked Samantha up four and a half hours before the service. It also picked up Kajal and the other three bridesmaids for their morning manicure, pedicure and salon visit... which took three hours. They would then get to the chu*** ninety minutes early... which was overcautious in theory, but Kajal wanted time to relax and get dressed (there was a nice private room in the church reserved for the bride... nothing so special for the groom) as she hated being late and had seen way too many comedy movies where crazy things happened on the way to church, which in this case would be far from hilarious.
For Samantha, this buffer period was her window of seduction, a window she planned to capitalize on. She had given each of the bridesmaids cumbersome duties to keep them busy for the next hour including getting the flowers, confirming with the hotel (four blocks away) all the arrangements for the reception, and lastly one girl was in charge of greeting all the guests. The mother of the bride was also out of the picture, as Kajal's father was recovering from surgery and needed assistance getting to the chu***.
So as they walked into the bridal room it was just the two of them... the nervous bride and the cool, calculating seductress.
"Let's get you into your lingerie first," Samantha said, as soon as the door was closed.
"That sounds practical," Kajal jokes, thinking how excited she'd gotten the last time Samantha had dressed her. She had masturbated to a lightning-fast orgasm the moment she'd been alone last time... although afterwards she'd rationalized that the alcohol and lack of getting any cock was what had pushed her so close to succumbing to the ripe peach of temptation... although her hunger to try the forbidden fruit hadn't faded once she'd sobered up. For some reason, even though she couldn't believe she was saying it, she asked, "Are you going to dress me again?"
Samantha smiled, the earlier seeds clearly having a lingering effect just as she had planned, responded, "Certainly, if you want me to." She then added, "My job today is to look after all your needs."
Kajal again couldn't help it as she sighed, "For that you would need a cock."
"Not a problem, I have one in my purse," Samantha pointed out, which was true. A cock she planned to be wearing later on when she fucked her... although that was a sequel she was planning for a secret rendezvous later in the evening.
"You have a vibrator in your purse?" Kajal asked, although she could tell by the smirk on Samantha's face she did indeed have one.
"Well if truth be told, it's actually a strap-on," Samantha corrected.
"Why?"
"It's like my Mastercard, I never leave home without it," Samantha joked. She then added, wanting to make the bride-to-be jealous, "Plus, your old high school friend is pretty hot."
"She's married," Kajal pointed out, even though she felt a wave of jealousy at the thought Samantha had seemed to move on from seducing her to targeting another bridesmaid, Tamanna.
"I like married women," Samantha shrugged, hinting at a long-term relationship opportunity. "So much less complicated. It's just sex, not a relationship."
"So you'll hit on me again after I'm married?" Kajal asked, trying to give her a playful flirtatious smile.
Samantha shrugged, as she began to step out of her jeans, "Maybe."
"You'd better," Kajal said jokingly, yet not really joking.
"Having second thoughts about a life of just one dick?" Samantha asked.
As she looked at Samantha's shaved pussy, fulfilling her promise to go commando today, and her sexy mocha thigh highs, Kajal nodded, now slightly serious, admitting to her wedding day doubts, "Would you hate me if I said yes?"
Samantha finished removing her jeans and said, coming to the bride-to-be who suddenly looked lost and vulnerable, which only made her cuter, "Oh sweetheart," Samantha said, moving to her, "I'd be not only surprised, but disappointed if you said no."
"You would?" Kajal asked, feeling an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss her.
"Well, for one it's human nature. For two, it would mean all my flirting had been for naught," Samantha responded, lifting Kajal's t-shirt over her head.
Kajal was speechless. Was this it? Did she want it to be it? The sudden gush into her panties indicated she did.
Samantha was tempted to just kiss her here and now... she had seduced many straight women in her life and could tell when her prey was ready for the kill, and there was no doubt Kajal was ready. Yet instead, she pulled down Kajal's skirt and remained on her knees while she reached for her panties, noticing a wet spot.
Kajal remained as stoic as a mannequin as she was undressed. She couldn't explain it, but it felt exciting to be undressed. She looked down at her bottomless sister-in-law-to-be and contemplated just grabbing her head and pulling it into her fevered pussy. Of course she didn't do that... instead, she silently... nervously... prayed Samantha would take control.
Samantha asked, as she pulled down the panties, "Why are your panties so wet?"
"They are?" Kajal feigned surprise.
Samantha stood up and lifted the moist panties to her nose right in front of her prey. She allowed the scent to waft into her nose and murmured softly, "Mmmmmmmm."
Kajal was mortified to be caught with wet panties and stunned to see Samantha smelling them.
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Samantha turned away, put the soiled panties on a table and grabbed the lingerie. She returned and said, shaking her head, "Oh shoot, I forgot to let your puppies free."
"They do like to roam," Kajal jokes, as she unclasped her bra herself and tossed it at Samantha.
"Oh that they do," Samantha smiled, taking a nice long, lingering look at the huge tits, before she wrapped the garter-belt around Kajal, her face almost buried in the big tits.
"They can be back-breakers," Kajal confessed, noticing Samantha's eyes lingering on her boobs and then feeling a chill go up her spine as hot breath hit her nipple.
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"Well, why don't you lie down on the couch while I get you dressed?" Samantha suggested the end game was about to begin just as soon as she finished fastening Kajal's garter-belt.
"Yes, ma'am," Kajal replied, excited for what she felt was soon to occur... something she now desperately needed to occur.
Samantha grabbed the stockings as Kajal lay down on the couch, her legs draped over the end.
Samantha, getting a little more aggressive as she went in for the inevitable kill, one hundred percent confident from now on Kajal would do anything she asked, ordered,
"Extend your left leg, my sexy bride."
"Yes, ma'am," Kajal obeyed, liking to obey, liking the control and liking the attention.
"Good girl," Samantha purred, giving positive reinforcement to obedience as she slowly, seductively, rolled the stocking up the leg.
Kajal laughed playfully even as she desperately tried to hint at what she was willing to do, "Thanks, but sometimes I want to be a bad girl."
Samantha continued her seduction as she massaged the nylon-clad foot, knowing the erotic power of a foot massage. "You do, do you?" she asked coyly.
"It's just..." Kajal confessed, moaning softly from the arousing touch, subtly parting her legs a bit more, frustrated that Samantha hadn't just ravished her yet, "...I don't know how."
Samantha laughed softly, as she began to put on the second stocking, opening the door wide, "You sound like many of my previous straight girl seductions."
"And what happens next in these straight girl seductions?" Kajal asked, her puss on fire.
"I forever change their perceptions of sex," Samantha answered.
"How so?" Kajal questioned, as the second stocking was now on and fastened in place.
"The taste of my pussy is life altering," Samantha said. "As is my tongue..." she added, extending it out of her mouth and giving it a seductive wag as she slid her hands down Kajal's legs to massage the other foot, "...which is like a pleasure snake."
Kajal moaned again, "Oh my, that feels so good."
"So are you ready to be a bad girl?" Samantha asked.
Kajal moaned, wanting to scream yes, but instead answering vaguely, "I don't know, Samantha."
Samantha wanted Kajal to beg for it, to submit on her own as she moved her hands slowly back up her leg. "I think you do, Kajal."
"Oh God, Samantha," Kajal moaned, as Samantha's hand moved closer to her pussy. "Do you really want me to say it?"
Samantha's hand was now inches from the glistening wet pussy as she smiled, "Yes, I do, Kajal. First you have to say the words."
"Then please... please take me," Kajal blurted out.
Samantha moved to the couch, wordlessly straddled the bride-to-be's face, looked down at her and suggested, "I plan to give you the orgasm of your life, but first I think you need a better facial before you walk down the aisle."
Kajal stared at Samantha's pussy, didn't say a word, just allowed it to lower onto her face and once it touched down, she licked. She was instantly in awe not only of what she was doing, but of the scent and taste of Samantha's pussy. Did all pussies taste like this? More than one man had compared her pussy to fish and implied it didn't smell or taste good.
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"Good girl," Samantha moaned, "lick my cunt."
"It tastes so good," Kajal said in a mesmerized state of submission.
"You understand nobody has ever been able to eat me just once," Samantha pointed out, knowing her sister-in-law-to-be would now be dining between her legs regularly. Samantha loved public sex, loved the risk of getting caught, and the idea of having Kajal go down on her when her brother was in the house, or other family members were nearby, was the ultimate rush.
Kajal, her sense of humor alive and well even during this surreal and life-changing act, joked, "Like Pringles, you can't just have one."
"Or two or three," Samantha smiled, as she reached her left hand back to tease Kajal's pussy.
"Oh, God," Kajal moaned on contact.
"Soon I'm going to devour this sweet cunt, Kajal," Samantha promised, as she moved her other hand to the back of Kajal's head to hold it deep inside her.
"Please," was all Kajal could say, muffled, as she eagerly licked and probed Samantha's cunt.
Samantha, looking at the clock and realizing too much time had flown by for leisure, decided to multi-task as she stood up and ordered, "Slide up the couch."
Kajal was briefly disappointed when the cunt disappeared, but quickly obeyed, as she watched Samantha turn around and straddle her face again but this time in the ultimate position... this time in a 69.
"Time is of the essence," Samantha pointed out before she buried her face in her pre-wedding snack.
"Oh God, Samantha," Kajal moaned as she tried to lick while being licked. The intense pleasure after this extensive teasing and temptation that had lasted for weeks had her mind go to mush.
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"Keep licking, my sister slut," Samantha ordered, knowing when name-calling was needed.
"Oh yes, I love your cunt," Kajal declared, as she resumed her hungry licking, wondering how she had resisted this temptation for so long.
"I know you do," Samantha moaned, as she slowly licked Kajal's box. Samantha was a pussy eating connoisseur, and knew how to drive a girl wild with her tongue.
Kajal licked and licked, moaning the entire time, as she wrapped her arms around Samantha's ass for better control.
Samantha teased the pussy lips, her tongue tracing over them gently. Samantha then parted the pussy lips wide as she spread them with her tongue.
"Oh God Samantha, you're driving me wild," Kajal moaned, first the teasing and now the firm pressure making her entire body tremble.
"You have a sweet-tasting pussy, you sexy thang," Samantha drawled.
"Guys don't say so," Kajal admitted between her own licks.
"Guys are fucking lazy idiots," Samantha said bluntly.
"Tough to argue with that," Kajal moaned, as they both then focused on the task at tongue.
Kajal licked rapidly and with eager aggressiveness; conversely, Samantha continued her tantric tease.
"Oh God, eat my cunt," Kajal begged, the teasing driving her crazy.
"I come first," Samantha pointed out.
"Oh God, you're driving me crazy," Kajal declared, as she doubled her efforts to get her off, to taste Samantha's cunt cum.
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"Go to the accelerator, it's called a clit," Samantha instructed, as she lifted her leg up to give easier access in their makeshift 69.
"You too," Kajal replied, as she attacked the big, swollen clit like she was on a full frontal attack.
"Oh yes," Samantha moaned, close to orgasm, as she flicked Kajal's clit every few seconds, then watched the bride-to-be's legs quiver involuntarily.
"Come on my face, Samantha, make me your lesbian slut," Kajal begged, wanting both to taste Samantha's cum and to get off herself.
"Get ready, my sexy slut," Samantha said, as she began to grind on her face.
"Yes, give me your cum," Kajal begged, not at all concerned that her make-up, that had taken an hour to do, must now be a complete mess.
"Oh yes, fuck, eat my cunt, you cum-hungry lesbian slut," Samantha demanded, so close to orgasm that she had gotten aggressively verbal like she always did.
Kajal licked, and seconds later her entire face was splattered with a gush of cunt cum, surprising her with the excessive amount. Yet she kept licking, amazed by the taste, amazed by the reality of what she was doing, amazed by her own euphoria.
Samantha was surprised at how intense her orgasm was... although the climactic conclusion to a marathon seduction had played into it. She quit licking and for a minute enjoyed the euphoria coursing through her.
Kajal lapped up every drop of cunt cum she could, finding it as sweet as her favorite wine.
As the orgasm faded, Samantha got off the couch, spun Kajal around, dropped to the floor and buried her face into the bride-to-be's pussy. "Time for Nirvana, sister-slut!"
"Oh God, yes," Kajal moaned as Samantha now attacked her cunt with unbounded aggression.
Samantha shifted from teasing to pleasing as she probed the sweet cunt with her tongue. She wanted to give Kajal the greatest orgasm of her life.
"Oh yes, fuck, Samantha," Kajal babbled, "Oh God, I'm so close."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Are you decent, honey?"
"Oh God!" Kajal gasped.
Samantha kept licking, the idea of Kajal's mother being outside the door only enhancing her excitement.
Kajal, who was so close to the brink that she couldn't possibly control it, answered, "Give me a... minute!" The last word came more as a moan as the pleasure multiplied from the busy fingers sliding around inside her.
Samantha slid two fingers inside the sopping wet pussy and expertly located Kajal's likely never-before-visited g-spot. Her lips on the clit, her fingers tapping on the g-spot and Kajal's orgasm erupted.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, FUCK!" Kajal screamed into her hand as her g-spot was ignited and sparked an instant orgasm unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her head went light, her body caught fire and her cunt jetted out steamy cum in ways she never had before.
Samantha shook her head left to right and pulled out her fingers to catch the flood of cum flowing out of the bride-to-be.
Kajal's body quaked and quaked as she collapsed back and just let the heavens take over.
"Kajal!" her mom called out anxiously. "You okay?"
"Fine!" Kajal yelled, although her tone showed annoyance.
"Do you need any help?" the mother asked.
Samantha finally backed off from the intense pussy pleasing and said, "I'm just helping her relax"
"Oh, okay," Kajal's mom said.
"Can you make sure my parents have arrived while I finish up here?" Samantha asked, as she slid two fingers back inside the limp bride-to-be, who was still coming.
"Sure," Kajal's mom agreed. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
"I'll make sure she is decent by then," Samantha promised, smiling at Kajal who looked completely beautiful in her disheveled post-orgasmic glow.
"Okay," Kajal's mom called out as she left.
Samantha pulled her fingers out, leaned forward and kissed Kajal.
Kajal kissed her back, the intimacy of the kiss, the softness of Samantha's lips, only adding a maraschino cherry to the perfect moment.
Samantha broke the kiss after only a few seconds before she said, "Now I've kissed both pairs of your lips."
"You're so bad," Kajal said, knowing she should get up and dressed, and yet feeling completely relaxed and totally unhurried in the afterglow of such pleasure.
"Oh, this is only stage one of your sexual awakening today," Samantha said, as she stood up and pulled Kajal to her unsteady feet.
"How many stages are there?"
"At least three."
"Does one of them include that strap-on you mentioned?"
"Definitely," Samantha nodded, planning to fuck her later.
"Too bad I have to go and get married now," Kajal jokes, as she goes to grab her dress.
"Yes, because next time we fuck, it will be incest," Samantha joked playfully, slapping her ass.
"Only by marriage," Kajal pointed out.
"But you'll still be my sister slut," Samantha said, as she helped her put on the dress.
"Anytime," Kajal agreed.
"Remember that," Samantha said, as she added, "and you'll keep wearing my cunt cum on your face for the entire ceremony.
"You really are so bad," Kajal said, shaking her head as she wondered what she looked like after a face-riding.
"Oh, and that is exactly as you like me," Samantha said, before she moved close to Kajal and added, "You really are beautiful, Kajal."
"You are too, Samantha," Kajal returned the affection. After a pause, she said, "I'm not sure I can do this."
"Too late," Samantha said. "We already came, and we can't take it back."
"I mean get married," Kajal said, suddenly overwhelmed.
Samantha shifted from lesbian lover to maid-of-honour as she took Kajal's hands in hers and said, "I love you, Kajal."
"I love you too, Samantha," Kajal said.
"And you love my brother," Samantha said. "Right?"
"Yes, but..." Kajal began.
"That's it," Samantha said. "No buts. You get the best of both worlds: a man you love to have a family with, and a sister-in-law you love to get you off..." she paused and kissed her briefly before adding, "...whenever my brother can't."
"You're so bad," Kajal laughed at Samantha's prophetic words.
"And yet I make you feel so good," Samantha pointed out.
"God, I didn't know sex could ever be like that," Kajal sad.
"Oh? Then wait for stage three," Samantha foreshadowed, as she went and put on her dress, just as there was another knock at the door.
"How do I look?" Kajal asked, suddenly worried about her mother seeing her.
"Like a bride who was just face fucked by her sister-in-law," Samantha smiled.
"Oh God!" Kajal said, as there was another knock at the door.
"Honey, let me in,"
"Go reapply your make-up, I'll keep your mother entertained," Samantha said, moving to the door.
"I hope not the same way you just entertained me," Kajal said, heading to the washroom.
"Well, she is a pretty hot MILF," Samantha jibed, thinking a real incest threesome was a welcome addition to her sexual bucket list.
"You really are so bad," Kajal repeated for the umpteenth time as she disappeared into the washroom, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.
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