Sugarman

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All I could think of was that my parents should be on that international house hunting show! But why bring me along? This whole looking for the dream house thing was BORING! I’m sitting in the back seat of this mini-bus while George ferries Mom and Dad from house to house on the island of Jamaica. So as my parents look, I sit in the back playing games with my i-phone, or sending suggestive texts to my boyfriend Brad, telling him how I’d rather be sucking his cock than here with my lame-ass parents “So, girl, why ain’t you in wit your parents lookin’ at dream houses? “That is sooo boring!” I answered. “I’d much rather be back home!” “And your parents brought you here, why?” George asked, standing by the open window. “Because, if they didn’t, Brad and I would be partying.” “Ah! De truth comes out!” he said, smiling. “What kind of partying you do, girl?” “The usual! A little beer. A little grass.” she said, pausing before adding, “And a little…. Other fun” “You wanna have fun wit de sugarman?” I looked up at him as he lit a joint “You got some for me?” I said, smiling up at this tall dreadlocked black man. “How much money you got, girl?” he replied, smiling down at me. I frowned! “Not much! Maybe ten bucks!” “Well, dat’s not enough to get you high for long. At least on de high quality stuff, I can get!” Totally bummed that I wasn’t even going to get high, I looked up again, watching an evil grin cross his gaziantep suriyeli escort face. “Don’t get all down girl! Dere might be a way dat de Sugarman can get you what you need.” My face brightened. “How?” I asked. “Well, if you do de Sugarman a couple favors. I might be able to hook you up wit some fine Jamaican Ganja!” “Favors? Like what?” Without a word, he stepped closer to the car window, filling it with his bulging shorts. I was a little shocked, when it finally struck me what he was suggesting. “You mean, you’ll give me some grass if I suck your cock?” I said, somewhat awestruck at the massive outline of his manhood as it snaked around his shorts. Stepping back he offered me a hit “De more you do for me, de more I can do for you, girl.” he said as he stepped away from the car. Leaning down, he smiled at me, handing me his business card. “Your parents are plannin’ to go out to dinner, tonight. You could tell dem dat your not feeling well, and stay behind. Call me! I can be dere in five minutes. True to his word, five minutes after I paged him there was a gentle knock on my door. I hadn’t waited idly by, hoping for him to show up. I had put on a semi-see through nightgown that hinted at what I had to offer. Five foot five inches tall, curly red hair, a neatly trimmed bush, and B cup breasts that I wasn’t overly fond of. Instead of having round, full breasts topped with little nipples, Mine were smaller, and the nipples were pointed, almost like an afterthought. As I opened the door, there he stood, towering over me, his eyes traveling hungrily over my body, his full sensuous lips taking a deep drag on a homemade cigarette. He offered it to me and I took a long hit, savoring the feeling as it swept into my bloodstream, making me instantly giddy. “Oh, fuck! This is some good shit!” I said, smiling. “Take another hit, girl. Dis one’s on da house. But if you want more, you gotta show da Sugarman a little sometin’. With that, his lips met mine. More like engulfed mine, and his tongue pushed past my lips, grazing my teeth, taking my breath away, adding to the high from the joint. “Why does everyone call you Sugarman, anyway?” I asked after breaking the kiss. “Cuz I taste so sweet, girl!” he answered. “Don’t just stand dere! Go ahead and taste it!” My head was really spinning, the grass taking hold of me, intensifying the feelings. I shucked the nightgown and dropped to my knees, as I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. No boxers! Just the largest, most magnificent looking ebony cock I’d ever seen! Wrapping both hands around it, there was still more than I could fit in my mouth, but I had to try! My panties were wet just thinking about this huge snake and what I wanted it to do to me. I kissed the shiny ebony head, my tongue sliding all around the firm but soft helmet, my mouth stretched to the max, my eyes focused on the throbbing vein that ran the length of his massive member. “That’s a great start, girl, but you need to relax your troat, and take more of it!” I tried to take more but the gag reflex got the better of me, bringing tears to my eyes as I drooled all over the length of his magnificent member. “It’s OK girl! It’s obvious dat you’ve never had a cock dis size before! Relax your troat! I promise not to choke you to death.” he said smiling down at me, his white teeth showing in stark contrast to his black face. As massive as his cock was, it wasn’t super stiff and had a natural curve to it that helped as he pushed it to the back of my throat. I pulled it from my mouth, and in spite of the danger I felt from choking, it was less than half wet! Still a little hazy from the weed, I decided to lick it like a popsicle, down the underside, nibbling gently until I got to his nuts, Almost the size of an egg, hairless, encased in crinkly black skin, I sucked one into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue until I heard him moan. I looked up, past his shaft, to see that great toothy smile. “I see we have some experience suckin cock, girl!” he said. Letting his testicle pop out, I smiled back, “Yeah! But nothing this big! And I‘ve never done a black man before” I replied before enveloping the head again and sucking hard as I bobbed up and down on his hardening member. He took hold of my head and began feeding more and more of his cock into my face.

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