02-05-2019, 07:51 AM
Chapter- 4
I sat there, my eyes wide in amazement as the young guy took a leisurely stroke along the substantial length of his steely cock, causing the wet red eye at the tip to glisten as a surge of pre-cum pulsed to the surface. “Oh my God…” I said to myself, wondering what was happening right in front of me, I finally was able to pull my eyes away from the lewd spectacle and turned to Javed, as if seeking his help “What? What’s going on?” “We just want you to see what those girls have done…we thought…we thought maybe you could just give Nasim…you know…a hand…help him out a little bit… so he doesn’t feel frustrated…and especially so he doesn’t get angry…” Javed flicked his head towards the stairs once more, his intent obvious. I gulped, but found myself drawn to the spellbinding cock mere inches away from me. My eyes turned back as Nasim took a step closer, his hand still slowly stroking back and forth, the dewy drop of pre-cum was growing and it started to distend downwards, dangling from the tip of his throbbing cock. “Just help him out a little…Ms. Reema…you can see what a bad way he’s in…I’m sure if you just…you know…use your hand…it’ll only take a minute or two…” Javed said that soft lulling tone in his voice again, I was torn I knew in my heart I should tell them to leave immediately to get the hell out of my house, but part of me was fearful of how they might respond-what they might do to Samir…maybe not today…maybe not tomorrow...
The thought of what these guys might do to my brother Samir made me shudder, but another part of me was well… sinfully aroused. I couldn’t deny that itchy tingling between my legs as I stared at Nasim’s cock, the young powerful slab of meat throbbing just inches away. I could smell it, it wasn’t the dirty smell of a sweaty boy-it was the alluring earthy fragrance of a grown man’s powerful cock. I hadn’t expected it but it had been so long since I’d been with a man that I found the scent intoxicating, it was reaching into my senses and setting me afire with every breath it sent a pulsing rush of blood right to my needy cunt. I finally turned my gaze back to Javed, and knew behind my warm brown eyes he could see the dilemma I was having, the angles and devils battling within me. I reached a decision and said “Okay…but just this one time… all right?” “Of course…like I said Me. Reema…we hate to bother you…we wouldn’t expect anything more…” Javed quickly replied as he slowly shook his head from side to side. “Right guys?” Basim nodded in agreement while Nasim looked down at me, his eyes pleading with me “Please Ms. Reema…would you help me…I really need to get off… I feel so backed up that my balls are just killing me…” Too dumbstruck by what I was going to do to even speak, I reached forward tentatively, my slender fingers reaching towards the pulsing column of flesh, my pink nails looking teasingly sinful as they got closer to the throbbing shaft.
Nasim had stopped stroking it and removed his hand totally, but the thrusting shaft lifted skyward at a sharp angle, bobbing enticingly with each beat of his young heart. I could feel the heat of it as my fingers got close and then I slid them around the centre of the shaft, closing my hand over the stiff throbbing cock. Like always when my fingers closed around a hard cock, I was amazed at how something could feel so intensely hard and yet so velvety soft at the same time. I squeezed and felt his cock throb back against me, the warmth transferring from his engorged cock into my tiny hand. My fingers didn’t come anywhere near to closing against the heel of my hand, his cock was just too big around but to me it felt wonderful. So big…so hard…so powerful I slowly pumped upwards, watching the wet hole at the tip gape open as another slimy gob of pre-cum oozed forth. “Oh god…that’s it…that’s so good…” Nasim moaned, I flicked my eyes up as the young man closed his eyes and tilted his head back surrendering himself to the luxurious sensations of my stroking hand. “Don’t make a mess Nasim…stand closer to the table…shoot it on there…” I heard Javed say, his voice seeming to come through an illicit fog before reaching my ears. Nasim shuffled forward slightly, his thighs close to the edge of the dark walnut table.
My hand stayed on his cock as he moved, never missing a beat as I really started to stroke Nasim’s surging cock feeling like an iron bar beneath my hand. Pre-cum was flowing steadily out of him now, drooling down and making a greasy puddle that glistened on the table, I stared at the shiny cock-sap feeling my breathing becoming short and raspy as I got more excited. My hand pumped more vigorously, the leading edge of my hand going back and forth over the pronounced ridge of his corona with each delicious stroke. “Oh my god…I’m getting close…Ms. Reema your hand is so fucking good….” Nasim looked down, his eyes going to my chest, my arm movements had caused my robe to gape open, giving him a perfect view right down into my deep dark cleavage. “I….I…ooohhhh…Ffffffffuuuucccccccckkkkkkk….” Nasim groaned loudly as he started to shoot. From the side, I saw the hole at the tip yawn open as it filled with a milky gob for second before a long white rope spewed forth, reaching almost to the other side of the table. I kept pumping and a second milky ribbon rifled across the table, landing next to the first one in a glistening streak. Awestruck by the lewd display, I could only watch open-mouthed as my hand continued to jack away at his spewing cock, ropes and wads of thick cum raining down on my table.
I was shocked by how much cum Nasim was ejaculating, his pulsating cock shooting again and again, my table spackled from side to side with glistening wads of baby batter but I never stopped pumping, my sliding hand coaxing out as much of his spunk as I could. “Oh my god…that was amazing…” Nasim said as he finally finished, the last few drops of oozing cum down onto the near edge of the table his words break me out of the spellbinding trance I’d been under while jacking him off. I drew my hand back from his spent cock, my eyes glued to the gleaming mess of milky cum on my table. “Watching that’s got me all fired up now…” Basim said as he pulled Nasim back and stepped right next to me, before I’d a chance to realize what was happening Basim had his pants undone and whipped out his cock. “Aaahh” I gave a sharp intake of breath as I looked at the throbbing cock before me. It was rock hard and the big mushroom cap was enflamed that it looked like it was going to blow right off the long veiny stalk and like Nasim it was big-big and thick and so vigorously hard that I could almost feel the youthful power coming right off his throbbing cock. “Come on Ms. Reema… could you help me out too…I think it will only take a few strokes to get me off too…” Basim asked presenting his big cock to me like a prize at the state fair. I looked up into Basim’s pleading eyes and then for some reason I didn’t understand, I looked over at Javed as if needing his permission to go ahead.
The young black man gave me a soft smile as he looked me in the eye while at the same time nodding towards his friend’s needy cock. “It’s all right…go ahead…” I slowly turned my head back towards the massive cock that was right at eye level, I could see that like Nasim, Basim’s pubic hair had all been shaved off. Not only did it seem more risqué and exciting for some reason, it also made their cocks look bigger-not that either of them needed any help in that regard. Both cocks were bigger than any I’d in my whole life, I’d a number of cocks buried inside me while studying and staying alone for two years in Bengaluru, but none of those were as big as either of these two guys and they were both definitely much longer and thicker my boyfriend. Looking at the big hard cock before me, the veiny shaft throbbing and pulsing magnetically, I found my mouth watering, my saliva glands starting to work overtime. At the same time, I felt that telltale itchiness between my legs and I knew my pussy was dripping wet already. As if of its own accord, my hand reached forward, my slender fingers circling around the meaty shaft. I drew in a sharp breath, feeling the hardness beneath my palm as my fingers closed. It was even thicker around than Nasim’s and it looked longer maybe an inch or so longer and so fucking hard. I felt a pulsing in my itchy twat as my hand squeezed lovingly, feeling the power pulsing through his rigid cock as it tried to pull itself upward from my clutching grasp.
Once I’d a good fist-full of cock, Basim let go his hands going to his hips as he flexed them forward, his thrusting erection pointing out over the table. “Mmmm….” I was surprised that a warm purr emanated from my throat as my hand moved rhythmically back and forth but the sound was not lost on the boys, and as Javed looked at each of his pals, a quiet grin appeared on all of their faces. “That’s it Ms. Reema…give Basim what he needs…” Javed said it that low hypnotic voice of his. My eyes were fixated on the throbbing slab of muscle beneath my fingers as I continued to pump my hand, my rhythmic strokes quickly bringing Basim to the delirious brink of ecstasy. The methodic movements of my arm had caused my cinched robe to loosen even more, with the swells of my breasts now almost totally on display, the cups of the satin chemise shining sensuously from the light over the dining room table. Basim looked down at my huge tits, the cups of the emerald green chemise overflowing with mounds of warm-looking-tit flesh, he could see the protrusion of my sizable nipples against the front of the shiny fabric the buds of stiff flesh causing teasing shadows to fall on the garment. That was all it took to send him over the edge. “Oh fuck…here it comessssss….” Basim gasped under his breath as he started to shoot a long milky strand rocketed almost to the other side of the table, the gooey ribbon landing with an audible splat.
“Mmmm…” I heard myself unconsciously give off another little moan as I kept stroking, the powerful cock bucking beneath my grasp. A second, and then a third white rope spewed forth adding to the mess that was already littering my table. I kept pumping and Basim kept shooting wads and strands of thick cum flying everywhere, I watched as the yawning eye at the tip seemed to flex time and again, launching milky ropes of semen one after the other onto the table. Finally, the last pearly gobs oozed forth and I found myself flicking the drooling tip towards the table, the final vestiges of his ejaculation joining the rest as the shiny web connecting his potent seed to the end of his cock got thinner and thinner before breaking the heavy distended gob falling onto the table. “Oh shit…that was fantastic Ms. Reema…” Basim said as he pulled his spent cock out of my hand and stuffed it back into his pants. My hand felt surprisingly empty and I looked at my curled fingers curiously feeling that there was now something missing. “Wow…I’m really sorry about your table…it looks like the boys really made a mess…but at least it didn’t get on the floor...” Javed’s voice brome me out of my reverie and I followed his gaze to the table, the dark walnut surface a mess of glistening milky-white cum that spread from one side to the other, gobs and strands of thick cloudy semen laid out in a bizarre mosaic. In a daze, I found myself responding “No…that…that’s good…” “Well…thank you for taking care of them…I guess we better go…I think we’ve already overstayed our welcome…” Javed said as he shifted slightly in his chair, turning so his crotch was visible to me.
He didn’t move right away and I found my gaze automatically going to his package, that noticeable bulge I’d felt against my backside earlier once more clearly on display. “Fuck that looks so fucking big…” I thought to myself, my hand felt itchy with need, as if I’d expected him to want the same as the other guys. I saw a throbbing beneath his jeans and found my hand flexing open and closed automatically trying to picture what I knew must be a tremendous cock that could fill my tiny hand. My mouth was watering and my heart was fluttering as I slowly looked up into his mesmerizing dark eyes. Javed could see the look of wanton lust in my brown eyes and he saw more than that, there was a pleading look in them as well that made him smile inside. Not just that I secretly loved what I was doing but that I wanted more and that meant more from him-right now. Javed had fucked many girls in his neighborhood but I was different. I was in a whole different league than any of the girls he’d come across both literally and figuratively. I’d a gorgeous face any movie star would envy, and a body that any man of any age and any woman would die for. My perfect hourglass figure emphasized every flowing curve and enticing valley, I was curvy in all the right places with a trim waist, flared hips and round bum cheeks that looked like they could bounce on a bed all night long. And then those tits, those huge fucking tits that stretched my top almost to the tearing point, big round and perfectly shaped. They looked nice and heavy, just the way he liked; it made Javed’s fingers itch at the thought of getting his hands on them. He’d seen the desire for black cock in my eyes.
He’d sensed a slightly submissive side to me as well, lurking beneath the façade I’d originally put forward of a lady who had it all together and under control. Both he and I knew that was just a front, that deep down I needed someone to take control, to fulfill all those nasty submissive fantasies I kept hidden deep in my psyche, fantasies that would eventually come to the surface and need to be satisfied. From his personal experience, Javed knew it was something I couldn’t deny and he planned on being there when I came to that realization, even if he had to help me come to that decision by leading me to it. He was more than willing to share me with his two friends, with a girl built like me there was definitely enough to go around. And now, I’d that look in my eye that he’d seen before, a hungry craving for cock. His buddies had given me the appetizer and now it was up to Javed to give me the main course. With that begging look in my gorgeous brown eyes, he decided to save me any potential embarrassment by waiting for me to make a move, by waiting for me to ask for what we both knew I wanted. He stood up and watched as my eyes followed his protruding crotch as he moved around to where Basim had just been standing. Javed slowly slid his hand down the front of his body, his palm rubbing teasingly over the prominent bulge before he searched out his swollen cock beneath his jeans, his fingers circling around the long tube of flesh through the denim fabric. He kept his eyes on my face seeing it flush as he squeezed his massive cock, letting me see how thick it was.
“Do you think you could help me out too…” Javed said, mesmerized by the closeness of his gigantic cock, I could only nod. Javed smiled to himself as he saw my pink tongue unconsciously slip out and circle my mouth, making my soft full lips shine wetly. He reached down and pulled up his tight T-shirt, showing off the defined muscles of his abs, he undid the button of his low-slung jeans and then slowly, teasingly slowly, drew down his zipper. Javed could see the tiny beads of perspiration on my brow as I waited in anticipation, lustfully eager to see the huge cock I knew he’d for me. He turned slightly towards me as he drew the flaps of his jeans open, letting me see the thick tree-trunk like root of his cock, I was watching intently as he slid his hand into the opening and wrapped his big hand around the burgeoning shaft. I watched as if in a trance, as he slowly drew it upwards the big mushroom head finally clearing the opening as he presented it to me. “Oh my god…” I uttered under my breath as my eyes opened wide, Nasim and Basim exchanged a knowing glance. They’d seen this reaction from girls to their friend’s gigantic cock many times before and it never got old. I felt dizzy as I looked at Javed’s enormous cock, it wasn’t fully hard and yet it was already bigger than the other two boys who each had been bigger than any cock I’d had inside me previously. I could see the intricate trance work of veins winding their way up the smooth shaft, sending white-hot blood to the swollen purple crown. I watched as the broad flared helmet grew right before my eyes as the impressive shaft expanded and lifted, the pink eye starting to point upwards, It bobbed hypnotically with each powerful beat of his heart, the long black column of flesh extending further away from his body at the same time the glorious contoured helmet swelled up even bigger.
Unlike the other guys he’d released his huge cock from his grasp as soon as he’d taken it out of his pants and left it free as it continued to rise on its own, the sinfully arousing sight making my mouth water as my eyes remained locked on the enticing spectacle.
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I sat there, my eyes wide in amazement as the young guy took a leisurely stroke along the substantial length of his steely cock, causing the wet red eye at the tip to glisten as a surge of pre-cum pulsed to the surface. “Oh my God…” I said to myself, wondering what was happening right in front of me, I finally was able to pull my eyes away from the lewd spectacle and turned to Javed, as if seeking his help “What? What’s going on?” “We just want you to see what those girls have done…we thought…we thought maybe you could just give Nasim…you know…a hand…help him out a little bit… so he doesn’t feel frustrated…and especially so he doesn’t get angry…” Javed flicked his head towards the stairs once more, his intent obvious. I gulped, but found myself drawn to the spellbinding cock mere inches away from me. My eyes turned back as Nasim took a step closer, his hand still slowly stroking back and forth, the dewy drop of pre-cum was growing and it started to distend downwards, dangling from the tip of his throbbing cock. “Just help him out a little…Ms. Reema…you can see what a bad way he’s in…I’m sure if you just…you know…use your hand…it’ll only take a minute or two…” Javed said that soft lulling tone in his voice again, I was torn I knew in my heart I should tell them to leave immediately to get the hell out of my house, but part of me was fearful of how they might respond-what they might do to Samir…maybe not today…maybe not tomorrow...
The thought of what these guys might do to my brother Samir made me shudder, but another part of me was well… sinfully aroused. I couldn’t deny that itchy tingling between my legs as I stared at Nasim’s cock, the young powerful slab of meat throbbing just inches away. I could smell it, it wasn’t the dirty smell of a sweaty boy-it was the alluring earthy fragrance of a grown man’s powerful cock. I hadn’t expected it but it had been so long since I’d been with a man that I found the scent intoxicating, it was reaching into my senses and setting me afire with every breath it sent a pulsing rush of blood right to my needy cunt. I finally turned my gaze back to Javed, and knew behind my warm brown eyes he could see the dilemma I was having, the angles and devils battling within me. I reached a decision and said “Okay…but just this one time… all right?” “Of course…like I said Me. Reema…we hate to bother you…we wouldn’t expect anything more…” Javed quickly replied as he slowly shook his head from side to side. “Right guys?” Basim nodded in agreement while Nasim looked down at me, his eyes pleading with me “Please Ms. Reema…would you help me…I really need to get off… I feel so backed up that my balls are just killing me…” Too dumbstruck by what I was going to do to even speak, I reached forward tentatively, my slender fingers reaching towards the pulsing column of flesh, my pink nails looking teasingly sinful as they got closer to the throbbing shaft.
Nasim had stopped stroking it and removed his hand totally, but the thrusting shaft lifted skyward at a sharp angle, bobbing enticingly with each beat of his young heart. I could feel the heat of it as my fingers got close and then I slid them around the centre of the shaft, closing my hand over the stiff throbbing cock. Like always when my fingers closed around a hard cock, I was amazed at how something could feel so intensely hard and yet so velvety soft at the same time. I squeezed and felt his cock throb back against me, the warmth transferring from his engorged cock into my tiny hand. My fingers didn’t come anywhere near to closing against the heel of my hand, his cock was just too big around but to me it felt wonderful. So big…so hard…so powerful I slowly pumped upwards, watching the wet hole at the tip gape open as another slimy gob of pre-cum oozed forth. “Oh god…that’s it…that’s so good…” Nasim moaned, I flicked my eyes up as the young man closed his eyes and tilted his head back surrendering himself to the luxurious sensations of my stroking hand. “Don’t make a mess Nasim…stand closer to the table…shoot it on there…” I heard Javed say, his voice seeming to come through an illicit fog before reaching my ears. Nasim shuffled forward slightly, his thighs close to the edge of the dark walnut table.
My hand stayed on his cock as he moved, never missing a beat as I really started to stroke Nasim’s surging cock feeling like an iron bar beneath my hand. Pre-cum was flowing steadily out of him now, drooling down and making a greasy puddle that glistened on the table, I stared at the shiny cock-sap feeling my breathing becoming short and raspy as I got more excited. My hand pumped more vigorously, the leading edge of my hand going back and forth over the pronounced ridge of his corona with each delicious stroke. “Oh my god…I’m getting close…Ms. Reema your hand is so fucking good….” Nasim looked down, his eyes going to my chest, my arm movements had caused my robe to gape open, giving him a perfect view right down into my deep dark cleavage. “I….I…ooohhhh…Ffffffffuuuucccccccckkkkkkk….” Nasim groaned loudly as he started to shoot. From the side, I saw the hole at the tip yawn open as it filled with a milky gob for second before a long white rope spewed forth, reaching almost to the other side of the table. I kept pumping and a second milky ribbon rifled across the table, landing next to the first one in a glistening streak. Awestruck by the lewd display, I could only watch open-mouthed as my hand continued to jack away at his spewing cock, ropes and wads of thick cum raining down on my table.
I was shocked by how much cum Nasim was ejaculating, his pulsating cock shooting again and again, my table spackled from side to side with glistening wads of baby batter but I never stopped pumping, my sliding hand coaxing out as much of his spunk as I could. “Oh my god…that was amazing…” Nasim said as he finally finished, the last few drops of oozing cum down onto the near edge of the table his words break me out of the spellbinding trance I’d been under while jacking him off. I drew my hand back from his spent cock, my eyes glued to the gleaming mess of milky cum on my table. “Watching that’s got me all fired up now…” Basim said as he pulled Nasim back and stepped right next to me, before I’d a chance to realize what was happening Basim had his pants undone and whipped out his cock. “Aaahh” I gave a sharp intake of breath as I looked at the throbbing cock before me. It was rock hard and the big mushroom cap was enflamed that it looked like it was going to blow right off the long veiny stalk and like Nasim it was big-big and thick and so vigorously hard that I could almost feel the youthful power coming right off his throbbing cock. “Come on Ms. Reema… could you help me out too…I think it will only take a few strokes to get me off too…” Basim asked presenting his big cock to me like a prize at the state fair. I looked up into Basim’s pleading eyes and then for some reason I didn’t understand, I looked over at Javed as if needing his permission to go ahead.
The young black man gave me a soft smile as he looked me in the eye while at the same time nodding towards his friend’s needy cock. “It’s all right…go ahead…” I slowly turned my head back towards the massive cock that was right at eye level, I could see that like Nasim, Basim’s pubic hair had all been shaved off. Not only did it seem more risqué and exciting for some reason, it also made their cocks look bigger-not that either of them needed any help in that regard. Both cocks were bigger than any I’d in my whole life, I’d a number of cocks buried inside me while studying and staying alone for two years in Bengaluru, but none of those were as big as either of these two guys and they were both definitely much longer and thicker my boyfriend. Looking at the big hard cock before me, the veiny shaft throbbing and pulsing magnetically, I found my mouth watering, my saliva glands starting to work overtime. At the same time, I felt that telltale itchiness between my legs and I knew my pussy was dripping wet already. As if of its own accord, my hand reached forward, my slender fingers circling around the meaty shaft. I drew in a sharp breath, feeling the hardness beneath my palm as my fingers closed. It was even thicker around than Nasim’s and it looked longer maybe an inch or so longer and so fucking hard. I felt a pulsing in my itchy twat as my hand squeezed lovingly, feeling the power pulsing through his rigid cock as it tried to pull itself upward from my clutching grasp.
Once I’d a good fist-full of cock, Basim let go his hands going to his hips as he flexed them forward, his thrusting erection pointing out over the table. “Mmmm….” I was surprised that a warm purr emanated from my throat as my hand moved rhythmically back and forth but the sound was not lost on the boys, and as Javed looked at each of his pals, a quiet grin appeared on all of their faces. “That’s it Ms. Reema…give Basim what he needs…” Javed said it that low hypnotic voice of his. My eyes were fixated on the throbbing slab of muscle beneath my fingers as I continued to pump my hand, my rhythmic strokes quickly bringing Basim to the delirious brink of ecstasy. The methodic movements of my arm had caused my cinched robe to loosen even more, with the swells of my breasts now almost totally on display, the cups of the satin chemise shining sensuously from the light over the dining room table. Basim looked down at my huge tits, the cups of the emerald green chemise overflowing with mounds of warm-looking-tit flesh, he could see the protrusion of my sizable nipples against the front of the shiny fabric the buds of stiff flesh causing teasing shadows to fall on the garment. That was all it took to send him over the edge. “Oh fuck…here it comessssss….” Basim gasped under his breath as he started to shoot a long milky strand rocketed almost to the other side of the table, the gooey ribbon landing with an audible splat.
“Mmmm…” I heard myself unconsciously give off another little moan as I kept stroking, the powerful cock bucking beneath my grasp. A second, and then a third white rope spewed forth adding to the mess that was already littering my table. I kept pumping and Basim kept shooting wads and strands of thick cum flying everywhere, I watched as the yawning eye at the tip seemed to flex time and again, launching milky ropes of semen one after the other onto the table. Finally, the last pearly gobs oozed forth and I found myself flicking the drooling tip towards the table, the final vestiges of his ejaculation joining the rest as the shiny web connecting his potent seed to the end of his cock got thinner and thinner before breaking the heavy distended gob falling onto the table. “Oh shit…that was fantastic Ms. Reema…” Basim said as he pulled his spent cock out of my hand and stuffed it back into his pants. My hand felt surprisingly empty and I looked at my curled fingers curiously feeling that there was now something missing. “Wow…I’m really sorry about your table…it looks like the boys really made a mess…but at least it didn’t get on the floor...” Javed’s voice brome me out of my reverie and I followed his gaze to the table, the dark walnut surface a mess of glistening milky-white cum that spread from one side to the other, gobs and strands of thick cloudy semen laid out in a bizarre mosaic. In a daze, I found myself responding “No…that…that’s good…” “Well…thank you for taking care of them…I guess we better go…I think we’ve already overstayed our welcome…” Javed said as he shifted slightly in his chair, turning so his crotch was visible to me.
He didn’t move right away and I found my gaze automatically going to his package, that noticeable bulge I’d felt against my backside earlier once more clearly on display. “Fuck that looks so fucking big…” I thought to myself, my hand felt itchy with need, as if I’d expected him to want the same as the other guys. I saw a throbbing beneath his jeans and found my hand flexing open and closed automatically trying to picture what I knew must be a tremendous cock that could fill my tiny hand. My mouth was watering and my heart was fluttering as I slowly looked up into his mesmerizing dark eyes. Javed could see the look of wanton lust in my brown eyes and he saw more than that, there was a pleading look in them as well that made him smile inside. Not just that I secretly loved what I was doing but that I wanted more and that meant more from him-right now. Javed had fucked many girls in his neighborhood but I was different. I was in a whole different league than any of the girls he’d come across both literally and figuratively. I’d a gorgeous face any movie star would envy, and a body that any man of any age and any woman would die for. My perfect hourglass figure emphasized every flowing curve and enticing valley, I was curvy in all the right places with a trim waist, flared hips and round bum cheeks that looked like they could bounce on a bed all night long. And then those tits, those huge fucking tits that stretched my top almost to the tearing point, big round and perfectly shaped. They looked nice and heavy, just the way he liked; it made Javed’s fingers itch at the thought of getting his hands on them. He’d seen the desire for black cock in my eyes.
He’d sensed a slightly submissive side to me as well, lurking beneath the façade I’d originally put forward of a lady who had it all together and under control. Both he and I knew that was just a front, that deep down I needed someone to take control, to fulfill all those nasty submissive fantasies I kept hidden deep in my psyche, fantasies that would eventually come to the surface and need to be satisfied. From his personal experience, Javed knew it was something I couldn’t deny and he planned on being there when I came to that realization, even if he had to help me come to that decision by leading me to it. He was more than willing to share me with his two friends, with a girl built like me there was definitely enough to go around. And now, I’d that look in my eye that he’d seen before, a hungry craving for cock. His buddies had given me the appetizer and now it was up to Javed to give me the main course. With that begging look in my gorgeous brown eyes, he decided to save me any potential embarrassment by waiting for me to make a move, by waiting for me to ask for what we both knew I wanted. He stood up and watched as my eyes followed his protruding crotch as he moved around to where Basim had just been standing. Javed slowly slid his hand down the front of his body, his palm rubbing teasingly over the prominent bulge before he searched out his swollen cock beneath his jeans, his fingers circling around the long tube of flesh through the denim fabric. He kept his eyes on my face seeing it flush as he squeezed his massive cock, letting me see how thick it was.
“Do you think you could help me out too…” Javed said, mesmerized by the closeness of his gigantic cock, I could only nod. Javed smiled to himself as he saw my pink tongue unconsciously slip out and circle my mouth, making my soft full lips shine wetly. He reached down and pulled up his tight T-shirt, showing off the defined muscles of his abs, he undid the button of his low-slung jeans and then slowly, teasingly slowly, drew down his zipper. Javed could see the tiny beads of perspiration on my brow as I waited in anticipation, lustfully eager to see the huge cock I knew he’d for me. He turned slightly towards me as he drew the flaps of his jeans open, letting me see the thick tree-trunk like root of his cock, I was watching intently as he slid his hand into the opening and wrapped his big hand around the burgeoning shaft. I watched as if in a trance, as he slowly drew it upwards the big mushroom head finally clearing the opening as he presented it to me. “Oh my god…” I uttered under my breath as my eyes opened wide, Nasim and Basim exchanged a knowing glance. They’d seen this reaction from girls to their friend’s gigantic cock many times before and it never got old. I felt dizzy as I looked at Javed’s enormous cock, it wasn’t fully hard and yet it was already bigger than the other two boys who each had been bigger than any cock I’d had inside me previously. I could see the intricate trance work of veins winding their way up the smooth shaft, sending white-hot blood to the swollen purple crown. I watched as the broad flared helmet grew right before my eyes as the impressive shaft expanded and lifted, the pink eye starting to point upwards, It bobbed hypnotically with each powerful beat of his heart, the long black column of flesh extending further away from his body at the same time the glorious contoured helmet swelled up even bigger.
Unlike the other guys he’d released his huge cock from his grasp as soon as he’d taken it out of his pants and left it free as it continued to rise on its own, the sinfully arousing sight making my mouth water as my eyes remained locked on the enticing spectacle.
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