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OK, so here's the next installment on this story.
Next, due to the fact that this post might be deemed to contain just the tiniest smidgen of adult sounding stuff I have to include the following warning to this post:
“XXX Warning! XXX Sex! XXX Warning!”
OK, this is your “Triple X Sex,” “Triple X Picture,” “Triple X Language Warning.” If you’re under thirty years old you just might need your parents OK before you go reading this post or looking at it if it’s a picture.
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So If your not adult enough to be reading, or looking at this kind of stuff go away now!
If you don’t go away now…, then don’t bother coming back here griping at me or go bitching to anyone else if you look or read past here *pointing down*;
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and your virgin eyeballs get blistered from staring at whatever kind of picture I have posted or if you get offended by what you’re reading either Boo.
“Wendy Goes To Uncle Ned’s Saloon”
Chapter Three
“Greg Collects his Bonus”
Ch 3
Natasha was a twenty-two years old…, ‘supposed to be white girl’…, but one look at her dark complexion, coupled with that rather fine, tight, basketball shaped ass of hers, had pretty much been a dead giveaway that there had to have been at least one nigger in the woodpile, somewhere, and that had always had the family wondering about her true ethnicity.
There had always been a lot of speculation, among the family, as to who the babies daddy could have been when her mother had first gotten pregnant, half way through her second year of college, because as far as everyone in the family knew she hadn’t even been dating at the time.
But anyway, Natasha was one hell of a beautiful woman. Her complexion was that of a vary well tanned white woman. She had long black, silky soft hair that hung down just below her ass cheeks whenever she let it down, and the way that she always wore it up in a pony tail, most of the time anyway, had always made Greg’s cock twitch.
He always found it hard not to start fantasizing about what it would be like to have that round assed fucking bitch down on all fours, with that hot little ass of hers jacked up in the air, nice-n-high, with her tits shoved down flat against his bed, her head jammed up in a corner so that she couldn’t flatten out while he would be jerking back on her pony tail, and hammering his cock into her hot little ass as deep, and as hard as he could, any time that she had walked by.
Her face was slightly oval, her nose was fairly small, and slightly up-turned right at the tip. Several of the guys had joked about that, saying that it had gotten that way from all of the hillbilly cock that she had sucked in Kentucky.
She had the most luscious, kissable, pair of lips that you’ve ever seen on a woman. Although her mouth has seemed to have been just a little small for her face, her lips were full, firm, and exceedingly plump, especially her lower lip, but even though they were just a bit large, they weren’t out of proportion for her face and mouth.
Her eyes, as beautiful as they were, seemed as though they could have been the eyes of a being from a distant planet. They were fairly large, though not out of proportion with her face. They were kind of round with a slight ‘up-tic’ at the outer corners, and looked something like a pair of apostrophes that had been laid on their sides, and they were mid-night black.
Just looking into those suckers was enough to make you dizzy, because when you did it was like looking into two bottomless pools that had been filled with a shimmering black liquid that had an almost unimaginable depth to them.
They had always seemed to be so deep that Greg, as well as all of the rest of the employees, found it awfully hard not to get lost in them whenever he was talking with her, face to face, at work.
The fact that Natasha was packing around an exquisite rack of, nice-n-firm, no wiggle, no giggle, thirty-eight inch guns, that measured in at a CC cup size, on that five foot eight inch tall frame of hers, had really made it difficult for Greg not to just stare at her breasts whenever he would be talking with her out on the shop floor.
Those damned things were of the ‘up high-n-tight’ verity too, and those suckers were extremely hard for the guys at work, and a couple of the women too, to keep their eyes off of anytime that they were standing in front of her.
I think that was mainly because Natasha really seemed to like all of the attention that those things got for her and she always wore fairly low cut blouses, or dress shirts that she would always leave at least the top three buttons un-buttoned on just to show those suckers off, and she never wore a bra either.
Her waist was what I’ve heard several men referring to, rather lustfully too, as “a wasp waist.” That was because that thing narrowed down, all of a fucking sudden, from just below her tits to her hips, and only measured something like eighteen, maybe nineteen inches at the most. And that really accentuated those voluptuous hips of hers.
I mean those damned things seemed to have flared up several inches, before rounding out nicely towards her sides, while also filling her haunches out to something like thirty-two, maybe thirty-four inches at their fullest point, and attracting everyone’s attention to that basketball shaped ass of hers.
Anyway, within a matter of mere seconds of having dropped to her knees, in front of Greg, Natasha had quickly grabbed that big, beautiful, hunk of man-meat with one hand, quickly brought it to her, seemingly eager to please, lips and had managed to orally consume almost the first half of the length of Greg’s exquisite masculinity, with one quick forward lunge of her face.
Natasha hadn’t stopped there either… oh no she hadn’t, and much to Greg’s astonishment, and sexual delight, she was beginning to work, really hard, in an attempt to get the rest of that crotch monster of his into her mouth, and was frantically slobbing away on it as she did.
Greg had been in such a state of sensual shock, from what was happening to him, right that moment, that he hadn’t even moved a muscle, afraid that if he did he would wake up and find that it had all been nothing more than one hell of an exotic dream about his boss… after all he’d already had a couple of those that had left his sheets all stuck together.
Instead, Greg was just standing there with his mouth slightly ajar, completely motionless, and seemingly spellbound, while looking down at his apparently sex crazed boss in sexual awe.
Greg was having a pretty hard time wrapping his brain around the fact that he was actually watching Natasha turning into some kind of cock hungry little slut, right before his disbelieving eyes.
Natasha was adding to the sensuality of this sexual experience, immensely, by managing to maintain constant eye contact with Greg all the while she was eagerly performing her oral magic on his throbbing shaft of flesh, slowly making it disappear into her beautiful face, just a little at a time, as she eagerly consumed his steely hard shaft of love muscle.
Then, much to Greg’s surprise and sexual delight, Natasha had gagged, ever so slightly, when she had gotten to the halfway mark on his pulsating sex organ, and the head had hit the back of her mouth, and was just starting to force its way into her throat.
Once Greg’s tool had started sliding down into Natasha’s throat she had really gagged hard as her lips had worked their way passed the three quarter way mark on his plus sized meat stick, just before she had made that one last, quick, hard, lunge forward, deep-throating all but the last quarter of an inch of his magnificent tool.
Then she had started working her head in an up-n-down motion, while still shoving her face forward, until her nose had finally been pressing firmly against his pubis, and had kept it there while she held the entire length of Greg’s manhood firmly rooted in her esophagus for almost two full minutes.
Only then had she slowly backed off of it until she had gotten back to the halfway point of Greg’s throbbing sex organ again. Then Natasha had really gotten busy and had started sucking his cock in earnest, having just proven to Greg, as well as to herself too, that she was going to be quite capable of taking his entire mule into her throat at will.
That had been when Natasha had started pulling those big, luscious, plump, lips of hers all of the way back to the tip of Greg’s cock head, then nibble at it a couple of times, swirl the tip of that hot, wet, tongue of hers all around the head a couple of times, and then go slurping back down on his meat-stick until she had gotten anywhere from half to three quarters of his pulsating sex tool sucked back into her cock hungry little mouth, and throat again.
To Be Continued…
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