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and sucked his way down, his sharp chin pushing down my bra as he went. I lay flat against the wood, sucking in air and shivering against the heat and wet of his mouth as it drew closer to my nipples. When it finally landed I groaned like a breaking tree. My body felt severed  from my breasts down, just a flood of agony and pleasure. He sucked hungrily and I hugged him deeper to my breast. I wonder if he thought chocolate milk would come out if he sucked hard enough. At the rate he was going, it damn well might.

He reached back and let my bra loose with a quick flip. Yeah, he was no stranger to girls. Which meant he knew how to use that tool he was carrying around. I let him savor my other breast and nibble at a nipple even as he squeezed the other on in his coarse palms. His head was low enough for me to kiss the top, and breathe his scent. Away from all the grease and oil he smelled  fresh and musky. I only now realized he must be my age and not much more. Young enough for a hot black chick from Atlanta to rock his whole world view with her sexuality.

He tried to go back into the other breast, but as hot as it was seeing how hard a life of repression could turn into lust, I needed more. I couldn't stop thinking about that hot thick cock just dripping for me. I pulled him off and gave him a sopping kiss, slowly turning so it was him on the wall.

"What...are you doing?"

"Serving you," I said, dropping to my knees. "Just like you want."

"I don't want black people to serve."

"Ok, just me then," I said, unbuckling his thick skullshead belt. "And it's my choice."

He started to protest, but I unzipped his jeans and found his cock through his boxers. Even with the cloth around, it burned with heat. My hand felt positively tiny around it, and I felt thrilled and scared at once. Call it 80/20. I couldn't wait for this thing to punch a hole through me.

I tugged down the rest of his defenses and his cock sprang out long and straight and so fucking hard. I grabbed it and started to roll it around, seriously interested the blue veins pulsing out of the pale skin. It always fascinated me with white boyfriends, like I was about to suck off some sort of ghost. My mouth salivated though, and the scent that wafted off it was thick and strong but totally Lee. I took him in my mouth.

Lee cursed above me, his hands pounding the creaking wood. My mouth was just the right size to fit him all. I took him deep, licking along his shaft like he was some snowy popsicle. As I started to bob back and forth, I peeked up to to see how my man was taking his first chocolate treat. Lee look pained, maybe at shedding more of his years of hate, maybe at the swell of pleasure I was giving him, or maybe it was just lust or love and he didn't know how to show those things. I tugged at his shaft so I could play with his head and keep watching him. I knew plenty of ways to stir up a man, and I turned them all on Lee, sucking and licking and stroking the base of his shaft. I found the little fold at the bottom of his head and rubbed my lip right up in there.

"Goddamn, girl," he yelled, twisting against the wall. I smiled and dug my tongue up in the same spot. It was about time he started showing me a little human disrespect.

I pulled off and licked at his thick round head like a snow cone, pounding my grip up and down his smooth shaft. Sour juices trickled down on me and I went back up to his cock head to suck them in.  Lee groaned, a deep pounding echo that sank into me through his cock. I knew I was wet too, but I needed both hands to hold him, and I just put all that furious energy into him. He might be glad to know that I had played softball all these years. Left me with a lot of endurance for stuff like this.

Lee's voice broke above, and then I felt his cock shake. I felt his come surge past my stroke and pumped it along. Hot thick streams shot in my mouth like cream filling, I sucked on his head, draining him till empty, then looked up at his