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Mischievous Spirits 14
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Mischievous Spirits
© Copyright 1993, Hannibal Smith
"Um, may I help you?", Tasha inquired timidly. She wasn't sure
what to ask, but since Dennis had begged her to go check the door
for him, she felt at least obligated to inquire. What she Didnt'
expect, was to come face to face with a young black male, of about
24 years of age, tall, lanky and muscular with a anguished smile
on his face. She scanned his body further down, and when she did,
she lost her breath for a moment. There, clearly outlined in his
pants, had to be one of the thickest, 8 inch cocks she'd ever
seen. While she'd seen 8 inches and more (Dennis to be precise),
she'd never seen one with what appeared to be nearly 3 inches in
diameter. She smiled prettily as she wondered what it would take
to force this wrist sized cock into her dripping wet pussy.
Walter was in awe. Here stood before him, some of the very
virtues he never expected to see in a 'white' woman. She seemed
sincere, shy, and oozed sensuality from every pore. Her pouty
lips were slightly parted, and even though she seemed flushed, he
could tell that she was getting as turned on by the sight of him,
as he was from the sight of her.
"Um...I'm sorry to..disturb you", Walter stammered out. He
couldnt' help but keep looking up and down the body of this truly
delectable beauty. And at just that moment, the robe fell away
from one of her legs and displayed a trim muscle laced thigh and
calf that would melt any heart. Walter blushed deeply, and Tasha
smiled again, knowing exactly what he'd seen, and but not quite
sure how to proceed. He had seen the telltale glint of jism on
the inside of her lovely thigh.
"That's quite alright, you know. Why don't you come in and sit
and talk for a minute?", Tasha said as she stepped back to open
the door wider. She couldn't believe her own boldness, but then,
this was a very unusual day. Walter walked in, still unsure of
himself as well. Tasha motioned for him to sit on the sofa
and she took a position right next to him, close enough for him to
smell the sweetness of her perfume, her own musky odor, and the
smell of some male's impact on her chemistry. She, on the other
hand, made sure to sit so that he could look down into the robe
top, and see more of her breasts as they hung firmly under the
soft material.
"Would you like some coffee, water, or a drink of some kind?",
Tasha asked, honey dripping from her voice.
"Um.. no. I better not. Cause if I had something that loosened
my tongue in the slightest, I'd probably be saying and trying to
do things that would probably offend you.", Walter replied,
swallowing hard and trying not to show just how much he wanted to
throw her down on that sofa and slam home his hard cock.
"Oh, I don't think you'd offend me. In fact, the most offensive
thing you could probably say to me right now, is that you DON'T
want to make love to me", Tasha giggled. In her own mind, she
finally gave up on the attempt to be the normally sweet, shy, and
coy girl she'd always been. At this moment, she wanted nothing
more than to wrap her beautiful lips around the cock of this man
sitting next to her.
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