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uncircumcised penis before. It was ugly, the veined skin covered its head with only the tip and the long slit of the pee hole exposed.
    He crooked a finger at her motioning for her to come closer. She moved forward slightly. Shaking his prick, he spoke with authority, “After tonight, this gonna be your master.” He tapped his cockhead. “Tonight this gonna be in your mouth, and in your cunt. Later it’s gonna go up your ass. After tonight you ain’t ever gonna be satisfied with no other prick but this one you see here.”
    His tone of voice frightened her. Just looking at his flaccid cock, she couldn’t imagine taking it into any of her orifices. But the idea of it, the impossible obscene, painful, incredibly exciting idea of it suddenly released in her a desire that she could neither understand or control.
    He held the ugly tip close to her lips. “Kiss it,” he said.
    She hesitated, then leaning forward, she gently kissed the slit on the tip of his repulsive penis. Looking up at him she spoke in a whisper, “I...I don’t know. I don’t know what….” Her breathing was coming heavy. She could feel her nipples extend and stiffen. Once more, there was a sinking in her stomach and the warm, wet flow to her vagina. He still held his long, impossibly thick cock out to her. She leaned forward again, letting the tip of her tongue trace his pee hole. She looked up at him, “I didn’t want to…to...do that.” She shook her head. “I shouldn’t be like this, on my knees like this, and naked. I shouldn’t. It’s wrong, terribly wrong…but…”
    “Is your mouth fillin up with spit?”
    She swallowed, “Yes, how did…”
    “That’s cause you want to taste it. You want to, lick it, make it wet, take it in your mouth, suck it. Won’t be long before all you think about is how much you want to suck my black dick, how bad you want it…want it stretchin your cunt, and fillin you up with your black lover’s hot cum.”
    She inched back, “No...no…I don’t…it’s not going to be like that. It can’t be that way, not ever. I’m married. I have little children...no…you’re mistaken if…if…”
    He put his hand behind her head and drew her forward. “Stop talking and lick my balls,” he demanded. He pulled his heavy cock back against his stomach. His huge sack hung just an inch from her face. She breathed in his odor of sweat and dark muskiness. There were tight black curls of hair covering his thighs and around the base of his cock, but his testicles were smooth. She could see the outline of the large globes of his balls filling the bottom of their sacks. Her mouth had filled with saliva again. She swallowed. He pulled her closer. She wanted to turn away, to run to Brian, to call 911. His big hand was on the back of her head, “Do it, bitch,” he said. Tentatively she extended her tongue.
    “Ask,” he said. “Ask nice.”
    Kneeling naked between his massive thighs, she looked up at him, “Please, let me lick,” she said.
    “That’s right. You startin to get the idea. I want my balls to be drippin with your spit, you know.” He pushed her head against his scrotum.
    His scent was strong but, she was surprised to realize, she didn’t mind. Only twice in her marriage had she sucked Brian’s cock. He’d put his shaving cologne all over it. His cock smelled like lavender antiseptic. This was much different. Travis’s testicles were warm and smooth and smelled pungently of sex. She found the scent and taste were making her hot. Saliva kept flowing into her mouth. She used the flat of her tongue and lapped at his ball sack like a puppy. He cupped his balls and lifted them. With the other hand he turned her and forced her to sit so that she was under his testicles and facing forward. He slid partly off his chair. She knew what he wanted. She tilted her head and strained upward. She licked the place between the base of his testicles and the crack of his ass. The fetid scent of his ass and crotch