3 comments/ 24655 views/ 1 favorites Carrie & Rob Ch. 01 By: PoppingTom Hi, I'm Carrie. Yes, that girl here with the short blonde hair and the suicide blue eyes. Next to me my black boyfriend Rob. I love him, really, and that means a lot of funny bullshit is happening whenever we're together. He looks so cute uncertain and seriously, and sometimes he can be, really, but in bed he's "Police Officer Rob Nash" with a wonderful dirty voice, doing heavy "full body inspection" with me looking for "heavy drugs maybe hidden in your ass" and making dirty jokes of what he wanted to do with me. Of course, eventually he does his jokes on me. I love him for that, but sometimes his jokes are really too heavy, too dirty, he could even see this on my face. Then he's saying "Just a joke!". But sometimes, I love to say "Do it!" , and I can feel him getting a totally kick by doing it. That's what it's all about, no matter what it is. His excitement about me is far the hottest part of him. Anyway, I wanted him to be more dominant to me. This was my expression to praise his really beautiful body. OK, the "Police Officer Rob Nash" is really dominant, but he couldn't play him all the time, it was more fun. I wanted another kind of dominance. Want him to be quiet, taking everything he wants without asking. Maybe with a soft violence. Slapping me softly, threaten me with a warm, but straight voice to "beat the shit out of my fucking body" if I'm not doing it right now. Slapping me sometimes without reason. Slapping me the right way is an art. Hard enough to make my head ringing and my body feeling itself. Not harder. Never. OK, a little bit. No, not that hard. I told him that. And he seems to be afraid to do that without hurting me in the end. "Anyway," I said, "if you hurt me, I say OUCH, you say SORRY and then you continue fucking me!" But he said that my face and my blue eyes will never allow him to become the real beast. The real excited beast I want him to be. "Look in the mirror, look in your eyes!" he said." You can kill me with an eye blink of yours. You're the perfect dominatrix. Believe me, its much easier if you dominate me, and I would love to see you doin' it . You can tie me, torture me, taking a dildo twice the size of my dick and fuck me in the ass!" Yes, that scary face here is mine. "Just a joke!" He laughs," but I would be ready for that if you want." "I don't wanna torture you. Even if it excites you." Wasn't I sound somewhat dominant? "But I want to lick your...entire...body!" Yes, you see right, I'm getting weak by saying such things. His body is a real mess. "OK. Let's do it!" That's Rob! "Can't you force me to do that?" That's me. Here. Look, how he's face-palming. Isn't he sweet? Those long fingers. Hottest fingers on earth. I experienced that. "Listen, Carrie," he said, holding my hand, "I had so many girls begging me to be careful to her, not hurting her by fucking, while I had always that strong urge to really smack-fuck them and spitting them out when done, and now I met you and I never wanted anything more than not hurting you, not disgusting you with any forced thing, feeling romantic with you, love you and satisfy you, maybe with even not touching you....but you?" I looked at him, as he seems to destroy the romantic feeling a little bit. But he tried to take the charge out. "I want to touch you, and want you to touch me or do whatever excites you." The feeling came back. Off course, touching him is exciting. "C'mon, you're the beast! You got damn blackass fantasies, if I would knew them, you would make me blush if I could, and I want you to fucking practice everything of it in the kinkiest way on me." He really tried to bolster me. But I was uncertain. "Even licking or fondling me can be a torture," he smiled, "a sweet torture." I was smiling, but still uncertain. So Rob changed his tune to his alter ego: "Otherwise I will beat the shit out of your fucking body if you do anything with that tongue of yours on me, beeaaatch!" "You're a bastard." "I'm Police Officer Rob Nash!" I was standing up. "Lay down on the bed! I will tie you. I will torture you. You will be punished for starring at my tits!" Yeah, I'm dominant! "Yeah, Ma'am," he said kowtowing. I had to kick his ass with my knee, it was looking so damn beautiful. I tied him, and it felt funny. He always did dirty jokes while I tied him, about my ass and what he could do with it. Oh my god! But it felt good. About my tits. OK, he was allowed to suck them a last time. About my cunt. OK, this was enough, I began to torture him a little bit with sitting on his face and with my knees on his biceps. But he seems to enjoy this, even when taking his hand an biting in it, with almost everything in bite power I could offer, he laughs saying "Good lick, huh?" Finally, I pushed my slip into his mouth. He fucking had to be quiet. I stood up, saw his beautiful body with his stiffy, tied to my total will, and saw it was good. "I'm back in a few minutes, and when I come back this dirty fucking black dick still has to be stiffen, to come 3 seconds after I will touch it!" Seeing his face expression with my orange slip in his mouth was worth a Porsche 911. I smiled, not saying whether this was a joke or not. I was going to bath. Took myself time. I had a little idea of having fun with that situation. I wore a blue bikini and a brown-gray jacket with a little white scarf. Nothing more. I thought myself looking a little bit like a somewhat successful business woman, but don't wear that much so I look sexy and could take everything off easily and fast. I entered the room, trying to walk somewhat business-like. "So here we got a very well equipped example of what we call a 'Black Man'!" This voice was Carrie the business woman, short CBW. I pronounced everything like having a mouth able to fit 2 or 3 feet at once, and with that consequential American overtone. I always hated women speaking like that, but it was totally fun doing this by myself. Rob seems to get goose bumps by that. "Oh really! Look at that huge cock!" This was innocent Little Carrie from Minnesota, short LCM, a girl who never ever saw a black man, and found everything very interesting and mysterious. Ooh! "Don't touch that cock! It could explode." CBW can have a really penetrating voice. "Really?" LCM with that everything-is-too-big-voice in front of a stiff black cock must be the hardest torture for the tied owner of that cock. CBW moved his finger testing over his breast. "So look at that skin. If you even touch it, you will realize a little shimmer by moving over it." So sexy. I could touch Rob the whole night like this. No, I can't. I would become crazy. OK, he would love that. "Wow. Can I lick it?" "Yes, you can. But be careful, that example is a very expensive one!" LCM was biting softly in his breast, followed by a passionate lick. Seems like it tasted good to her. "Please, one more time!" Damn, I was horny! I mean, LCM was damn horny! Black skin for dinner! While biting Rob, she was making a sigh sound turning into a snarl. "We have to continue!" CBW is a straight business woman. Always going into a BDSM studio after work. For sure. "So here we got that section of the black mans body called 'washboard stomach'!" CBW tipped energetically on that belly of Rob. My finger was nearly sprained at that. Damn, he got a hard one! "Oh, how beautiful. And it touches so good. So hard." LCM touched him way softer, but was really fascinated by that thing called bellybutton. She couldn't get her fingers off of that. Pinching it a little. "If you want to get a lick of that washboard stomach -!!fingers off the bellybutton!! - you have to do it that way!" CBW was moving softly with her fingers on the side section of his abdominal muscles, watching its reaction and find the right place for a kiss that followed a conscientious, intense lick. Yeah, I tortured Rob the sweet way. CBW knows the weaknesses of a black man's body, believe me. She was studying medicine before becoming this business bitch she was now. She knows how to lick professional. Can please somebody fuck her really hard? "Lemme try!" LCM was trying tastier, softer, find the right places, too, but did more bite-licking. I could imagine Rob's thoughts. Dumb Minnesota bitch! You deserve to get fucked! Anyway, it was Rob's fault. His belly was commanding me to do this, really. And I know he hates it, but I was bite-licking his bellybutton, as it looked so damn sexy. CBW was about to cap a somewhat medical face expression. "And here we got that well grown thing called 'Black cock'. You will realize the difference to ordinary cocks by its form. Its crooked. And of enormous size." I tried to touch it like medically proving his size, but my hands were really hot at that time and I couldn't resist rubbing it a few seconds. My handle was very tight at that moment. Rob's fault. "So with this crooked form and this size this is not a cock for usual experience. And look at that veins. This is always dangerous to handle for a white woman." Off course, "dangerous" was the right word to excite LCM: "Really!" "In your description about handling a black man's cock with your mouth on page 154 you can read about the right technique to suck that dick off!" "Yeah, I've read it. Lemme try!" LCM , always the big cock in her hands, rubbing it like nasty, trying to put it in her mouth roughly. She only could get the head of it, but with excitement. I released a bit to breathe, tried harder again. "This cock could be explode!" Nobody listened to CBW. "Really!" LCM seemed not that interested in the danger she was. Still rubbing it and trying to practice the technique from side 154 roughly. And off course the cock explode. Even at that moment the half of the cock was in her mouth, so it filled quite a lot of her throat. She tried to swallow, for sure, but her body revolts and she had to gasp for air, so the sperm flows out of her mouth. CBW and LCM merged into real Carrie, laughing about her success. I loved the thought of bringing Rob to orgasms while he couldn't do anything against that. I kissed his cock softly, as a kind of excuse, and began to lick it. "Little Carrie from Minnesota is a brave girl and will licking everything clean." Isn't she? He never said that, but I always had felt his excitement whenever I did such a thing. My tongue moved tasty over his veins at pelvis height. To be honest, this was something that I always wanted to do. "Pay attention to his balls! A black man always deserves to get good ball treatment." CBW was a bit weaken, and Little Carrie may be dumb and moist in her face by that juice of the black man, her own fault, anyway, she had nothing but love for that balls with that connected, still erected black cock. What a man! What a beautiful cock! How good black balls tasting! LCM was close to become a prostitute, for a man who even couldn't speak because of an orange slip in his mouth. Finally, I released his tools of manhood, CBW was back and got Robs right foot in her hands for simply analyzing it. Believe it or not, Rob seems to be ticklish at it. I could have really tortured him. Muhaha. But I decided that it means pure feeling for him when I'm licking it the right way. "So here we got a special delicacy for you: a black foot! Take attention of the changing color between the toes!" CBW was speaking, LCM was following by simply taking most of the toes into her mouth without really thinking about it, moaning "Hrrrny". She wasn't brave either. Black man. Licking. Hrrrny! "Carrie! This one is the right toe to suck!" "Sorry!" LCM was finally doing the biggest toe, softly. Like a nice girl. I know that Rob loves it. His biggest toe is always quite his most sensitive, once he called it "my second cock". Whenever he licked my toes, I was much more excited on the others. OK, he licks a bit different, anyway. Sucking his second but still beautiful dick and licking his entire foot, slowly tasting and wetting, just to find the one weak point at it to last forever, makes me feel as dumb as only LCM could be. Please, Mr. Black Man, treat my face from the side! Softly. Yeah. I'm a bitch. My head's ringing. Oh what a foot! Let me suck that toe again! Treat me soft by sucking! Wow! As I released his foot, LCM and CBW were both drunken bitches, by whatever, and wanted to bite Rob's calf. A special, muscular, black calf. But his erection was visibly increased when moving down, licking the muscles in the hollow of his knee. Wonderful looking muscles, I have to admit. My right hand moved slowly down while trying to grab his tensed leg muscles. Moving deeper. Finally reaching his ass cheeks. Couldn't preserve myself from punching it. "And her we got the best thing on the black man ever: his ass!" That was me. No different tune. Pure fascination. I was into it. I've got to put it on a pillar. Spreading his legs, so i could see the whole splendor and touching it. His smooth legs. His smooth ass cheeks. His crack, still smooth. His balls. His cock. What a piece of art! Everybody may call me pervert, maybe he could only understand by watching this how I watched and touched it now. I'm not that much into anybody's ass, for sure, but Rob's ass had hypnotized me at first look. I'm damned. "So, well, this is a very dangerous ass!" CBW was back." You may realize when you wet your fingers strong before moving over it. In Old Rome they always spit on black mans ass before tasting it." I saw Rob's head amazingly nodding. But I was the dominatrix, and LCM had to explore that black ass with her fingers. Putting them in. Watching how it sucked everything. A really black hole. Tasting her fingers after. Become intoxicated. "Can I lick it?" "Carefully, and with a very wet tongue!" CBW was addicted. Yeah. That's me. The blonde face with the blue eyes. You can't see them at the moment as they're closed for pure pleasure. Licking his ass is always the final kick. There's no other ass in the world I would do that, would take that time, would put my tongue that deep. Little Carrie from Minnesota was just a signature away from becoming a lifetime slave to the obvious will of Rob the Motherfucking Police Officer Nash. A real fucking bastard, do you hear him laugh so dirty? He's making an innocent girl from Minnesota licking his ass. And she claims to love it! Can anyone please shoot that bastard? I was removing my slip. Both slips, the blue one and the orange one in Rob's mouth. "BIIIIITCH!" was his first word. I think he wanted to say something to me in that sentence that follows, with 95% using the F-word, but I preferred to sit on his face instead and moving the rest of my body slowly into direction his black cock. I couldn't resist falling on him. How I love colliding with him like that! I grabbed his cock, put it in my mouth. It needed attention. After bringing it back to life with hardly resisting to bite it, I decided to untie his right arm, so he could beat and massage my ass cheeks. He needed that, I felt that. Finally, I began to untie him at all. CBW's eyes were wide open at speak. "Now we will see such a black man in pure freedom. But carefully, it's very dangerous, as he is wild, untamed and hungry." Rob snarls after that. "When lying here doing nothing he may do you no harm, just snuffing and licking at you, as long as you're not provoking him." Rob, still snarling, couldn't resist to bite me softly. "And NEVER EVER pinch on his ass cheeks as this is his natural challenge to forget everything and fuck you like hell!" Off course, Rob fucked me like hell after that. Whenever I felt he becomes uncertain of continuing, I pinched his wonderful ass. To be honest, I pinched him the whole time, as often as I could. Screaming in fear, he could release. Biting him. Pinching his jowl. Spitting at him to make him more aggressive. He never was that excited. I could feel every muscle on his body was in pure tense, pressing out even the last bit of sweat he could offer. He was doing a marathon on me. Soon he was wet like coming from a douche. Me too. And I even encouraged him by trying to make full sentences, with really a lot of fuck words in it. For the records: After 3 intense orgasms by me (spotted by those bitchy screams of me), he was coming. Taken it out of my pussy before, so I had his cock in my hands, when it happened. I've been the owner of his coming cock, you know? Usually I do more with that, but now I only wanted to put it in me again, slapping him, yelling at him. "Fuck me motherfucker, or I fucking call the fucking police!" It was the first time he laughs. With his entire body. I was laughing with him, knowing what may come now. He was sucking my tits softly to show me his love. "Hi, I'm fucking Police Officer Rob Nash! What's the fucking problem here?" "This maaan here threatened me with his cooooock." "Oh my god, I will shoot that bastard! How was he doin' it? Like that? It's just for the record, was he doin' it like that?" Police Officer Rob Nash was slapping my face with his cock. Left. Right. Directly over my face. His cock had the length of my face. My tongue licked it slowly, begging for it. He slapped again, rubbing his entire cock on my face. I licked and breathed it in. Finally he put that cock with its free head in my mouth. "Like that?" "Hmm.... what a tasty cock...hmm....yes, he was doing it like that...let me suck...hmm....and he threatened me to shoot over my face....yeah...right here...hmm..." "What a pervert! We will get him. Just for the records - like that?" I couldn't answer, as I never ever wanted to release his cock out of my mouth again. His records were about 18 pages long, describing every fucking detail of his wonderful body and how he shamelessly forced me to practice on him. I think that guy would getting lifetime prison, but Police Officer Rob Nash was coming over my tits while recording. And believe me, he found the hard drugs in my ass. And I had to give him a lifetime in fucking not to get jailed. Carrie & Rob Ch. 02 Hi, I'm Carrie. Yes, that girl here with that blue eyes. Don't make jokes about my hair, especially my pigtails, this was my haircut at that time. And look at Rob, my black boyfriend. Yes, this is one of his less serious face expressions. Anyway, you really want to know how I met Rob in the past, don't you? You may think this was somewhat like "Love at first sight", starring infinitely at each other, melting away...(can please somebody turn off that corny music?). Well, it was closed to that. I was in a club with my girlfriends Samantha and Georgia. Georgia was arriving with him, presenting him as workmate. "So this is Rob. He's working in the production section next to my room. Rob, this is Carrie." "Hi Carrie!" Wide opened eyes by him. "Hi Rob!" Getting a laugh attack by me. Don't ask me why. It was a really heavy laugh attack, like controlled by somebody else. "Are you OK, Carrie?" Samantha looked at me anxiously. She had wonderful hair that time. "Yes. Sorry." We were going to a place next to the bar. Drinking, while Georgia talking about how she was taken for a ride with her car at the workshop. Really heavy story. Anyway, I laughed a few times, as Rob was changing his face expressions nearly all 10 seconds, and some of those expressions were really "expressionistic". And, off course, I couldn't handle alcohol that good, it seems one drink was enough to give me a little tipsiness. I think they all could see this a bit on my face. "Don't drink too much, Carrie!" Samantha had wonderful hair that time. "C'mon, she's only tipsy. She's got a little 'Schwipps'!" As Rob said that, I laughed, trying to say "Schwipps" with hardly holding my balance and began a laughter like I had drunken a whole box of beer. Everybody looked at me, as the never saw me laugh that much for a long time. When looking to Rob, I even got tears in my eyes. Georgia, forced to laugh with me, was looking at Rob and saying "You found yourselves, huh?". That stopped my laughing. Finally. I remember, how we danced, and how Robs face expressions were dancing with him. He's making really cool moves, encouraged by that "OOO"'s of mine, but on one move, when he bend over to me, his i-phone was falling down. I was faster, playing with that, trying to find these 1-800-numbers in his repeat box. I was convinced, every boy would have that. Haha. It was hard for him to get his mobile back, but finally he succeed. "Rooooob" I was trying the widest and most innocent blue eyes I could offer. Doesn't they look sweet? "Give me that i-phone of yours." "No!" OK, Rob's eyes were open much wider. Anyway, I couldn't stop begging him for that i-phone. "Please!" "No!" "Rooooob, Pleeeeeeease!" "No!" "I will lick your feet for that!" He needed 2 surprised face expressions this time. "No!" It seems I tried a very long time that way until I said "Fuck you" in my anger. "You mean 'fuck me'." "You fucking don't tell me what I mean and what I will do, OK? I don't care about your fucking i-phone, so fuck you or fuck me or simply fuck off!" Does this make sense? Don't know, but this was the moment, when he took my hand. With both of his hands. Looking charming seriously in my eyes. "Carrie, I only want to be absolutely sure, only on the safe side, nothing else, only wanna know in what I'm in now, OK?" More charming eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I needed 3 seconds to realize what he means. "Off course I want!" This guy was slow tumbling, really. "So let's do it!" We leaved the club and I had the strong urge to shock him anyway. I was waiting on the last step of the stair up to the club, waiting he would take me down then. He did, and I looked like a wild cat and said "Fuck me, right in front of those people!" To my surprise, he smiles, like this could appeal him."Do you really want me to do that?" I was shocked, looking back, and I saw a few boys showing me a thump up. I turned back, tipping him. "Take me to your car, nigga!" I was walking in front of him, while he holds my hands up and danced with me while singing "Don't call me niggaaaaah, whitey!" I knew that song from Ice T, sung with that Jane's Addiction singer, and I sung "Don't call me whitiiiiie, nigga!" Doesn't I have a nice, innocent voice? Rob was amazed and bumped his hips on my ass. "Do you feel that? Its your fault!" Yes, I realized the bulge. "Don't call me niggaaaaaaaaaa, whitey!" he tried to sound really dirty that time, a bit mean. "Don't call me whitiiiiiie, nigga!" I can sound dirty too. I'm a spitting bitch. Rob was excited. As we arrived, he was pressing me on the car door, kissing me. He was shaking, really. And he was shaking me, a little bit. "I'll take you in that car of mine and fuck you immediately." Shaking kisses are so sexy. Feeling his muscles too. "Immefuckingdiately!" "I'm a virgin." Face expression 1. Face expression 2. Very distorted Face expression 3. Aren't they amazing? I was horny as hell the moment before, but to see him like that was too priceless. Really delicious. "Really?" "Huh, Caught! You only want my virginity! You're into stealing innocent white girls virginity! Bastard!" I was boxing in his belly. Ouch! "No! I'm into absolutely everything that has to do with you! Believe me!" "Really?" "Absolutely!" He kissed me again. Less shaking. More Feeling. A deep, very romantic kiss. A long kiss. I took my hands under his jacket, grabbing his hips. A very romantic kiss, with quite sighs in it. I felt a peace and a security that was totally unknown for me. There was no doubt. For the first time I realized, I never wanted anything else but him. Sounds odd to anybody who never felt that, I know. As his lips moved away from mine, I licked my own, looking him in the eyes, thinking about 1-2 minutes to say something or just let silence and my eyes taking effect on everything. "Are you really a virgin?" I smiled. "Take me home to you and impale me, nigga!" I think innocent girls don't sound like that. Driving with me when I'm in love is always a challenge. My head was on his lap, so I could use his right hand for whatever. Kissing it. Licking it. Realizing the enormous length of his fingers. Licking his Fuck-you-finger. "This is Rob. You see this by his big dick here." Rob smiled and wiggled with that crooked finger. I took the one next to this. "This is Carrie. Attention on her big boobs!" He tried to wiggle. I put both fingers together to a double-fuck-you, saying "Now watching Carrie and Rob having really hot sex" and took them in my mouth. Robs Fingers could tickle my throat easily, but I had control over his hand. I released it slowly, still wet. Starring at him. He looked so innocent and anxious at that moment. He loves me. "You were starring at my tits!" "No, really!" "Yes, I've seen. You were starring right here." I took his hand through the neckline directly to my left breast. He evaluated it with a soft massage. It felt good. Robs hand was custom-build for my tits. Even in its movements. After a while I took it out, licking his hand again, moving it back to my breast. Starring at him. "Confess!!" "Really nice tits." "You've got a really bad breeding." Rob smiled. "You've got the right tits for that." I took his hand deeper. Slowly in my lap. Let him massaging a while. I allowed him to massage my right breast too. Let it move to my belly. But then it happened. When I took the hand out back to my mouth, he was pressing his hand directly in my face. Mouth and nose covered. Watching me trying to breath. Watching me fighting. What else could I do? Finally he let me breathe. "You're getting horny, don't you?" He did it again. Laughing. I've bitten his hand successfully. OK, maybe too hard. He was screaming. He seemed to lose control over the car. I was up, sitting now. Shocked a little. "Don't fucking bite me!" I was much more shocked then he was. "Don't fucking bite me when I'm driving!" His shock seems to fade. "Sorry." I felt a bit guilty. The whole feeling seems destructed. Rob wiggled his head slowly. "I love you, babe, but you've shocked me, even." "Sorry." I leaned on his shoulder. Took his hand between my legs. Sigh softly. The feeling came back. My little white hand fondled his much bigger. I took one of his fingers, my hand hugged it. Making slowly moves. "Scared?" He tried to laugh. "You've got experience in biting, don't you?" We arrived. It was my turn now to totally hug him. Kissing him. Do a little nose fence. Caressing him. Fondling his head and bump it against the headrest softly about 3 times. Laying my hand into his mouth. "Bite!" Off course he only licked. He had my hand for dinner. "Is this what we called 'milk teeth'?" Now he tried to bite softly. But my fingers seems to tasty to bite. I could wiggle his head easily, as he never wanted to release my fingers. I moved my head to his ear, biting in it carefully and saying "I'm scary biting Carrie from Minnesota and I'm always having black males for dinner" After his ear I licked his face slowly. What a sexy cheekbone! I needed a bite. Out of the car he was holding me. Forcing me to go backwards, but guiding me. His face became more threateningly while he smiled. His voice changed into something deep threatening monstrous. "So you think you got biting skills, huh? I show you the biting skills of a black man eaten innocent white girls ass!" "Uh, you scaring me!" "Yeah, huhu, I'm scaring you, and this turns you on!" It sounded like an order. "Damn, yes!" I was weaken. I couldn't say "No" to anything he says. "What's your full name?" "Rob Nash." As we reached the house door, I was feeling like falling down. He hold me. "OK, Police Officer Rob Nash! I Surrender!" "Police Officer?" "Yes! You are a dirty Police Officer, only thinking about dirty sex and shooting bastards! While you're the biggest bastard!" I slapped his face softly, pinched his jowl, tried to look something between angry and sex-hungry. "Do me the Officer!" Rob's face became enthusiastic. "OK, I'm Police Officer Rob Nash. And who are you?" "I'm an innocent looking girl, but....." I moved my mouth to his ear, whispering "I've got heavy drugs, hidden in my ass!!" "Holy shit!" "I needed the money. And they forced me to do that!" "Damn! How did they force you?" Rob managed really cool to have a face between frighten and sussing my sexual desire. "They showed me their enormous black cocks." "Huhu. You liked that, don't you? I suss you, bitch!" He crossed my arms in the back. Turning me. "You're arrested! You have the right to come and to scream at your orgasms. If you make no use of your rights, I'll fuck you until you do. Muhaha!" We were moving slowly upstairs, while I begged him to let me go, promising he could fuck me for that. "Huhu, bitch, I make you an offer! You stay in jail and I fuck you for that. How about that, huh? And now tell me: where did you hide that fucking drugs?" "I'm innocent!" "Huhu, I know you aren't! We will do heavy body inspection on you. Especially I will do. Tasty little white bitch!" I screamed as he bitten me in the back of my neck. The whole scenery stopped as we entered his flat. Rob saw immediately my need in exploring his dome. Looking, touching, breathing it in. He hold me carefully in the back. Breathing with me. "You like it?" I closed my eyes. Laid my head on his shoulder. Let his hand move over my belly into my trousers. The other massaging my breast. No talk. Only sigh. And glowing. Finally I turned , laid my arms around his neck. "Rob?" He sighs back. "Don't be ever afraid of going too far, OK? You can't! And I want you to be totally freaked." "OK." He smiled. "But you've bitten me!" "Yes. Because you're so sexy!" He moved his hand in front of my neck, softly pretending his fascination in choking me. I smiled. I knew, he wouldn't do. I was going on my knees. Opened his trousers. stripped it with his shorts. My hands fondling those wonderful leg muscles, starring like hypnotized on his artwork of black cock erection which seems to rise the more I looked at it. Both of my hands grabbed his cock, were pulling back the foreskin, grabbing his balls finally. Massaging it a moment. His cock seems to be aroused enough to rise from this. I took the much brighter head into my mouth. Closed my eyes. This will be a good night. I could feel it. Rob was going totally nude, which suited him much better than any suit in the world. I released his cock from my mouth to take a soft, shaking kiss from him. I allowed him to grab his cock and his balls and lead it slowly in my mouth again, so my hands could explore more of his gorgeous body. His ass. His jelly muscles. His hip muscles. The veins at pelvis height. I felt his hand gently tearing my hair. But not forcing me to anything. My mouth slowly gets used to his cock. I wanted to suck the whole of Rob at all, use him like a big bubblegum. Finally I released his cock. Breathing. Swallowing. "Oh my god, Officer Nash, why are you totally nude?" "To convince you better, bitch!"His dirty laugh was back. He pulled me softly on the hair, slowly up."The much better question is: why aren't you nude?" He still holds my hair, leading me to the fridge. Grabbing my shirt. "Take that off!" As the shirt unveiled my breasts, his hands holding my arms. I couldn't see anything, covered by my shirt. Only feel how his mouth was getting off at my tits. He released my arms. His hands had better to do. Grabbing my tits. My hips. My back. My shoulder. My belly. His tongue ran over my belly, slowed at my bellybutton. How sexy he shook! His body seems to still a bit as he kissed me. Better said, he was eaten my mouth. One of his hands was on the back of my head. Softly fondling, hypnotizing. His shake increases, as his lips released my mouth the second time. "Full! Body! Inspection! This means! Everything! Off!" He managed to take trousers, pants, shoes and socks off of me in one. On his knees, his hands clapped my ass cheeks, his face colliding with my lap. Breathing me in. Kissing and licking what he could reach first. He sucked the inner side of my thigh right under my cunt, like he knew my weakness there. Both hands hold that leg at that moment. Finally he forced me to sit on his face while his tongue took from my cunt what was entitled to him. The man with the most adorable cock for me at that moment was fucking me with his tongue! It was amazing! Do you hear that long, bitchy scream of me? Yes, that's an orgasm. I never ever sat on a man's face, especially one who's not only holding me up but making my fuck moves with his arms. And he was a real sucker. An unbelievable sucker. He was turning me, so my butt was in front of him, I could feel his cock. I was lend over, he could have taken me doggy-Style. He still sucked instead, biting softly in my thigh and in my ass. His hands moved my ass cheeks, I was open. Open pussy. Open crack. His hands proving me with his wonderful long fingers. "Where did you hide that drugs, huh? Maybe in your ass?" One second between my whining "No" and the total crash of his entire tensed body in my ass, while only his tongue succeeded, licking, moving, claiming it as his property. It was a short scream of mine, followed by shockingly watching his strong black tongue penetrating my asshole, seems to have fun getting deeper. I was getting a bit jealous about the fact that Rob did my most secret wish ever so roughly, maybe even against my will. Watching him enjoying this was making him a real sex dream fulfilling monster. He was standing up. Kissing me. My hands were grabbing his back. His hips. I was softly biting his breast, saying "I wanna do this with you, too!" His burning tongue in my mouth, intoxicating me. His hand hypnotizing me again, tearing softly my hair. He was rubbing his cock on my pussy. Releasing my lips, short kissing me. He was looking in my eyes. I have suicide blue eyes. And a hungry desire in my face. Eat me, Rob! He kissed me again. Eat me, Rob! Yeah, like that! "I can't hold it back any longer!" He shook. I was falling on my knees. Early enough to touch and rub his cock before the shoot. I tried to take it in my mouth, but his shots were too heavy. He drenched my face and my body. My hands helped him to get the last drop out. Then I commanded him to take his fingers off, moved his foreskin back, watching that black cock now with his white semen on it. This was a real work of art. I closed my eyes. forced his cock as deep in my mouth as possible. Sucked. I'm a good sucker, too. This was Rob's semen, of nobody else. I loved the thought. His erection stood, like nothing happened. One of my hands were holding and softly pinching his balls, while my fuck-you-finger explored the territory behind. I was getting a thrill. I would do it. Licking his balls, while I was straight under his body. Moving my tongue more direction ass. Slowly. Back. Forth again. Finally i did it. Moving my tongue over his asshole. Slowly. Shaking. Doing it again. Slower. Tastier. Don't ask me how it tasted. The thrill was to do it. I was knighted. Or, better said, bitched. Everybody can call me "bitch" now. One more time, while clapping Rob's ass and giving his balls a deep pinch. Pretending to move the tongue finally really in. I was standing up. Breathing with Rob. He seems to think about facing this situation. I looked in his eyes. "Still horny?" I smiled. My question brought him back to life. "What the fuck, do you think, you can fool Police Officer Rob Nash, bitch?" His hands clapped my ass, then he took me standing like losing control. But only a much too short time. A scream and a bite from me, then it was over. "I will show you our questioning room!" He was humping me in the next room, falling with me on the bed, begin to fuck me immediately. Heavy. Deeply. Finally. "This is fucking serious, don't fool me longer, bitch! Where did you hide that fucking drugs, huh? " Our bodies were clapping together in a fucking hardcore beat. Oontz! Oontz! Oontz! Oontz! "I will fuck you, I'm Police Officer Rob Nash, I will really fuck you! Were do you hide that fucking drugs?" His fuck moves were, I think, about 160 bpm, don't know. Tendency increasing. His handle was getting harder. Mr. Officer seems to get enraged. He squalled. He was tearing my hair. Do you see that? That juice? Yeah! That's mine. I was coming! I was coming like never knew I could do like that. Can I describe the situation without any fuck-words? No, I can't. Police Officer Rob Motherfucking Nash fucking me totally off, tearing my hair on the fucking horniest place of my head. Being a fucking locomotive at highest speed. Do you hear these screams of me? Yeah, fuck, no pain or scary screams, never. I would call them even not orgasm screams. These were special handcrafted screams by me especially for Rob and the motherfucking best fuck I had ever in my life till this time. Damn, this was a fuck! Rob had to fucking come on this. He did. He was falling down. Laying next to me. Still holding my hand. I was holding it up like I want to say "And the winner is..." but I had no power. Rob was the winner. "You're the bomb, Rob!" I said. Rob needed a few breaths, before turning to me. "No, Carrie. You're the bomb! You're the absolutely bomb!" He was kissing my belly. I felt unsure, kind overrated. "No, I'm a bitch! And in a few years I become a fat bitch!" He laughed, holding my hand with both of his hands. Kissing it. "Listen, Carrie," he seems to look for the right words, "I don't want you to be afraid of anything that could change my feelings about you, OK? There will be nothing, never. You could get into a fire, where half of your face being burned. I would still kiss you like there was nothing." Carrie & Rob Ch. 02 The sense of these words was drilling slowly into my head. Nobody ever said such words to me. Our foreheads seems to hug. He whispered "Because I love what's in your head!" We were breathing in together. A few times. I closed my eyes. Our foreheads making slowly rolls. Left. Right. Standing. Something walked over from him into me. Something mysterious. He kissed me. "Tell me what's in your head." Heads rolling. Kissing. He got me. Even my blue eyes couldn't save me. "There's something I want to do with you, Rob." I never felt as naked as on that moment. "Something I never did with anybody. It's OK if you can't do." Wide enthusiastic opened eyes by him. Falling back into wholeheartedness. Then I said "I want you to fuck me as slow as continental drift. Even slower!" Again, wide open eyes by him. He smiled,"OK, that's a challenge." He was standing up, saying "But I know, what you mean. Let's do this as a cult." He was humping me with his arms into his bathroom. A white bathroom. Do you think, he's black? You're right, here in the bathroom you could see this more explicitly. Water run into my mouth by watching him this black. Water run down my body, as we were taking a douche. Water run into my mouth, as he holds the douche in front of my face. I opened my mouth, pretending the douche was his cock, infinitely coming, and I wanted to take it in my mouth. I was soaping him. A good opportunity to touch absolutely everything of him. He laughed, as I took my time on his ass. He's got such a sexy one! I couldn't prevent myself from putting my fuck-you-finger in. Then, his hands were soaping and massaging me. After he was douching me off, he turned me, his hands moved my ass cheeks, his fuck-you-fingers were exploring my asshole much deeper. Moved out of my asshole, in again, out again, but stopped nearly the end. I don't know how he found out, but he pinched me softly at the damn right place, the feeling of being pinched there ran through my entire body. He could have pierced me there the hard way. Seconds later, I felt his tongue right there. It was the first time I wished be done anal by him, no matter if my ass could handle his cock anyway. He tries to do, but whispers at me "Its too tight. Believe me." We were going back to the bed. Trying to find the best position to stay. My head on his biceps, his hand on my breast, my hand on his cock. Our foreheads in kissing distance. 5 minutes doing nothing. And I mean nothing. We seem not to breath. Only the warmth in our hands took effect. I closed my eyes, felt like falling, like wandering into Rob. His cock erected, only from my hand laying on it. I felt his soul. It was like flying a plane straight down and get the machine up only a few meters before crashing. A deep fly. We changed, I was laying on him. His hands on my hips, near my kidneys. My head on his breast. I felt muscles. Heard him breathe, no matter how hard he tried to do this quiet. I felt his cock harden. Falling again. Helpless. Somebody will pierce my clit by falling. Rob wasn't moving at all. So disciplined. I felt limp. My ankles began to glow. I turned myself. My head under his head. His hands on my tits. Not grabbing, only laying. My hands looking for his body, something to grab. My breathe risen. Falling again. The whole of my body seems to suck his cock. He laid me on the side, leading his harden cock in. He seems to need years for that. One hand my hips, the other hand for my head. Nearly 5-8 Minutes doing nothing, while his cock stayed erected in me. Closing eyes. Hot and limp ankles. Falling. Deep fly again. Shaking plane. I was trapped. Blind trust. No way back. Do you feel me, Rob? Then it happens. An orgasm by me. Rob could feel my cunt muscles working. One long, loud, deep moan. The moan of an adult woman. A private orgasm. His hands preventing me from falling. I felt his tongue on my face. I was his victim. The inner side of my cheekbone wanted to be totally squeezed by him. Moaning again. I was more than defenseless. Rob saved me from my deep wish of self destruction. The whole of his body grabbed me. I felt near crying. Squeeze me, Rob! Breathing out. Back on earth. Air. Its over. We kissed and laughed softly together. We had no words anymore. Sorry, I've babbling much too much about my first night with Rob, I know. Anyway, you wanted to know. Now, you know. Carrie & Rob Ch. 03 Hi there, here's Carrie...huh, you don't expected me to look like that, do you? But yes, this "Fuck you" face expression is mine, and Rob, my black boyfriend, is totally "whooo!" into it. By the way, this is Rob. Don't laugh about that hate mask. He tried very hard, really, to improve my dominating skills. One day he brought me something totally awful: a domina costume! Do you see me? Yeah, touching the costume was something like touching a real domina. I hoped a little, the costume would give me what I missed on being one. I took my hair back, it laid severe smooth on my head. My tits were free, but the rest was strictly leather. Look at those long boots! Feeling like having the strength of 2 arms in one, I cat-walked slowly out of the bath, swinging a belt as whip. (My "Miss America" belt, in white! But I had nothing better at that time.) Rob was amazed. On his knees, lend behind, doing kind of a flooring slide dance. "If you beliiieve in looove..." Yeah, he was doing me the Jodeci, but I think, Jodeci is knotted against Rob's slide part with his pelvis moves. "I wanna looove you for liiiife..." Oh yeah, this looked so sexy. My black boot was dragging him down, it felt so good, I enjoyed that a few seconds. Rob was flouncing a bit, until I treated his face softly. He licked the boot. Now I could imagine how he wants to be dominated by me. Standing with my legs open, I swung that white belt softly. Triumphantly. Rob seems to arouse about my leading. "What are you starring at my skirt?" I sounded punishing and enjoying that." You like it! You want to lick it, don't you? Stay the fuck down!" Now, I was on my knees, while he laid. I've made a face pinch. "You're nothing but a cheap servant." I spitted on him. My white spit on his black face looked real amazing. "You dream about my skirt, don't you?" I slapped him after every sentence."You dream about touching whats under my skirt, I know! You wanna taste it with your tongue! Shut up! I said SHUT UP!" I was unveiling, what was under my slip. It aroused me, too. I slapped him for making me that horny. "Shut the fuck up, nigga!" Pinching in his jowl. "That's my vagina, you see? My clitoris! Do you really think, you will ever touch this?" Pinch-slapping him. Put my fingers in his mouth. Wiggle his head. "You like that? SHUT UP! I fucking don't care. Eventually I do, what I want to do." What a fucking hot slap from me! Rob has a really sexy boxer face. "Only my pussy tells me what to do." I'm so uppity satisfied saying this. I looked at him and began to sit kind of brutal on his face. And, well, that's the problem. I felt myself a bit like a domina - until my somewhat cold white body was getting in touch with that lava he was. It's like an eruption. The whole of my body seems to press his face into me, his burning arms helped me at this. I cried. Like getting an electric shock, I was falling down. A weak domina. Rob kissed my thighs. "That was good, Carrie." Yeah, that was good, Rob, anyway, now he took without asking all of what he could reach with his hands and his mouth. How can I be dominant, as Rob licks that good? Hold me that tight? He burns, and he makes these satisfied sounds, that makes me even more weak, without any mercy. Rob is a licking machine. He is assiduous to make wet every little pubic hair of the few I got down there. And if he licks my cunt, nothing can stop him from going deeper. "Rooob," I sniffed a bit, "I can't be a domina, if you do this." "Sorry." Yes, that's Rob. Saying "Sorry", but continue. Making even more satisfied sounds. Compounding enough, I like that. Do you see, how helpless, without any power, I tried to whip him? After all, I wind my belt around his neck, taking him up with softly choking him. Kissing him. "I love you, Rob, but you're a bastard." "But you like, what I'm doing, Miss Domina!" he shows me with ostentation and rolling eyes his tongue action. "I like it, but you're a damn dog in the manger!" Well, you see, I can't even decide to be angry or aroused, as I'm both. I had to punish him, I know, but want to kiss and hug, and at least I do the last, but with saying "Bastard", too. Rob looked at me, thinking about how he could help me. He saw, I'm a bit pissed. But not enough to be really angry. "Hi, I'm Police Officer Rob Nash. Can I see your fucking domina license?" Believe it or not, it helped. "You are what? A police officer?" I dug him to the couch. The domina is back! "I tell ya what I think about fucking police officers. You're nothing but an ass face, you fucking can lick my ass off!" Rob's surprised face expression said to me, he was getting goose bumps. " I'm gonna fuck you, bastard, yeah, you can lick that ass off, right here, fuck you, Police Officer Rob Assface, I only have a fuck you for you!" Yeah, that's the "fuck you" face expression. I shouted my heart out, I spitted on him. Damn, this looks so good! It feels so great to slap him. Slap that boxer face. Pinch it. What a man! I will go crazy about. "You can lick that ass off, motherfucker, with your fucking tongue deep in!" I have to admit, I never put my ass that hard on his face as on that moment. One second I thought I was going too far. Next second I felt his burning tongue in my ass. "Oh my god, Rooob!" The whole domina concept broke down immediately. He tied my legs with his arms, forcing me to lay on the sofa. Claps my ass. Bites in it. Licks it. Rob is satisfied. Bastard! I tried a last time to be dominant, but I was too weaken. Rob saw this and took my hard nipples like forgotten himself. I was unable fighting him, so I was laying down with him, while he did my tits, leaving no single dry point on it. He was singing "You're a failed domina! Na nanana na!You're a failed domina!" I was surprised, as I had to laugh. In fact, it was turning me on. Rob still sucked worshiping on my tits. He was so fucking satisfied. "I will fuck you, failed domina! Fucking, are you sexy!" His cock seems to rise from saying this. Feeling the tense of his body, it seems to be hard getting a love bite in my tits, but he succeed, with all of his body power, finally. My cunt wasn't mine, his body seems to be one big tongue licking it. My ass wasn't mine, his big hands clapping on it, grabbing his property. His tongue left no doubt who was the real owner of that butt. I couldn't prevent him from putting his emancipated full erected black cock into my failed white domina vagina. Look, how helpless I looked! How egoistic he fucked me! And how white his black cock was from my juice! He doesn't need to tear my hair, as it was strained. Rob, the fuck machine! Handling me into the most defenseless position possible, switched to highest program. The program which forces me to an orgasm. This wasn't a fuck either, this was more destruction. Anyway, I got my orgasm. Short pause, which means fucking 2 programs lower. Breathing. Kissing. Grabbing deeper. Soft bites. Stepping up fucking speed a bit, waiting for the right moment. What's the right moment? Well, maybe now, look at that helpless pleasure-and-pain-face of mine. Yeah, right now, do it, highest program, called "jackhammer"! Orgasm or money back. You see, it works. Damn, I love screaming! One last chiseling in my pussy, then a big "Fuck!" of him, he gets his cock out. Finally, tearing my hair, holding his cock, shooting me straight into my face. Bang! Headshot, 3 big fat ones. The failed domina was finished. Executed by a raw, naked, straight fucking black cock. No mercy. I was accepting my defeat. And sucking its head. Rob looked like he wanted to say the wrong words. "Don't say sorry, Rob!" I really shook by whispering that. Whether I enjoyed everything or not, I definitely enjoyed Rob being a sex bastard, dominating me much better than I could. I licked his fingers that moved over my face. I swallowed everything. I felt real biting sex lust at that moment. I bite his fingers. "Why can't you really dominate me?" The dream question of every cock driven boy in this town! "I absolutely love, how you take, what you want from me." Yeah, that's Rob."You may be a failed domina, but you're so sexy in it!" "You know, what I want." A command? A threat? I have blue eyes. I kissed his body. "You want Police Officer Rob Nash, don't you?" "At the moment, he's the only one dominating me without problems." Kissing his hand. Take it in my mouth. Do you see my blue eyes? Huh, I love them! Rob sighed. "He's a role. I can easily go out of it. I like that, but I want something different." I smiled. "No Problem, baby!" I was standing up, going to the wardrobe, took his black bonnet and made two holes in it. Before he could say "What the fuck!", the hate mask was stripped over his head. Rob was shocked, but I was satisfied. "Yeah. Rapist!" I tipped him. "You're a bastard anyway." He took the cap down, took the scissors and make one final hole in it. Stripping over again, now I could see his eyes and his mouth. "So I shall rape you?" "I am your domina!" You know that voice. It's Carrie the business woman. "And I command you to rape me! Rape me with feelings!" Rob looked like Popeye's little baby. He seems not to understand, but said "Alright, Miss Carrie. Massa Rob will rape you with feelings, Ma'am!" I was a bit afraid he was taken a put on me, but he laughed. "Don't worry. I will do it." We changed clothes. I was only in a white shirt and a white slip. He wore only a jeans and his mask. Anybody who is ever raped or been a witness of such things may say, raping isn't fun at all. That's true. The paradox here was, that I wanted to be forced to such sex against my will. If there was a will at all. Carrie, Carrie! Call this the most ambitious sex at all. Somebody did something with you, and you will decide in the end, if this was a rape or the best fuck at all for you. Damn, I hate to decide. I sat on the couch, Rob came from behind. In one little scary minute, he hold my mouth closed. Made signs, it would be better for me to be quiet. "I don't wanna hurt you. And I wouldn't, as long as you do what I say." Man, what a sexy monstrous voice! After some time I nodded, and his hands moved slowly from my mouth down to my neck. Caressing it softly. "I've been watching you a very long time. Watch your life. Your movements. Your friends. You got a boyfriend, don't you?" He was moving his hands to my tits. Softly evaluating them. "What if he knew, that your tits been touched, right now? Touched by the hands of a black man!" I was in the game. I breathe and shake, while he massages my tits with his glowing hands. One hand moves in my mouth for wetting it. He evaluates my tongue. Pretend to go deeper with his fingers. The wet hand goes back to my tits. He laughs quiet, but dirty, while searching for the corners on my tits he hadn't touched until now. Grabbing tighter. "What if he knew you like that, bitch?" he whispers, with his mouth on my ear. He moves his body from the back of the couch to the front. Grabbing my jowl. Stroke it. "You're a nice girl. And you shall stay nice." He opens his trousers. His cock and his balls out. Again, his hand on my jowl. He stroke my face. Yes, I'm a nice girl. But an aroused, too. He likes that, I can feel his stroke turns slowly into a grab, but he resists to squeeze my face. His hand goes on the top of my head. Softly through my hair. He gives me a sign to take my shirt off. While doing this, his cock rises, massaged by his hand. He gives me soft slaps. "You like that cock, huh! You wanna suck, don't you? C'mon, do it. Suck!" Finally, he puts his cock in my mouth. Slowly. Damn slowly. Testing, how far that dick could go. My hands can only grab his legs, giving him soft signs of resistance when he's too far. "Yeah, that's a black one in your mouth. Fucking suck it!" He moves it in my mouth. About 5 minutes. Do you know what 5 minutes mean? 5 minutes moving in my mouth, holding my jowl to keep it in? It means a lot of spit is produced. More my mouth can handle. It flows out on the side, on my body. It's the first time I've been fucked in my mouth. Rob fucks me near the edge of feeling. Then, maybe because my hands tell him, I don't know, but it was the moment I expected him to do it: he puts the whole of his cock into my mouth as deep as possible. 3 seconds waiting. Then he releases. I gasp. I never knew I could have that much spit. I'm wet like he had jizzed on me. I'm scared and aroused about what happened. He laughed dirty. "Yeah. I can do everything with that cock. And I will do everything with that cock!" Rob slaps me soft. Then he puts his cock in my mouth again. He waits, until I got familiar with that cock, then he fucks again. No mercy. He has the cock to show no mercy. Do I need a brain? I don't think so. I begin to believe the theory of losing brain cells by fucking. I can feel it. Again, cock out of my mouth. Watching me being destructed. I'm limp. Gasping for air. He softly tears my hair. "Yeah, you're guilty. Guilty of making me so fucking horny!" He loves my mouth. He's too aroused to have mercy. It's his cock that fucks me, Rob himself seems to be out of control. I expect him coming into the depth of my throat. It's a finish of a second. Rob screams short. His cock escaped, moist and still erected to the max. Rob breathed deep. His leg on the rest. I had to lick his balls. His handle on my hair gets harder. He pretends to sit on my face. Softly slapping me. "Fucking lick my balls! Don't know how to do, bitch? Fucking bite!" I bite in his balls. His hand in my hair gives me signs how far I can go. I'm surprised how hard I can do. And how much he gets off on this. He shakes, as he's doing his cock in my mouth again, moving a little, like cooling down. Again, a mix of lick and bite to his balls. Rob's sounds of satisfaction become threatening. Without any force, my tongue moves more back, finally direct over his asshole. Sorry, Rob, but you got the fucking hottest ass of the whole United States! He let me do. You can't force what I'm doing now. I'm in love. Rob is surprised and aroused about how deep my tongue goes. "You like that. You revealed yourself. How will you explain this to your friend?" Rob tears my hair, lend me back, slaps me, enjoying my defenselessness. I look on his cock. It looks like it will come every second, without anybody touching it. Coming from his slaps on me. Both of his hands fondling my head near squeezing. He's laying me on the blank floor. Holding my arms over my head. He whispers. "I count to 5. When I say 'Five', you will say 'Fuck me'!" He waits for my reaction, which I'm too afraid of. My mouth is open. He spits in it. A big piece of spit is over my face. He forces it into my mouth. "One!" He grabs my jowl. Softly press his hand between jowl and neck. It's the fascination that turns me on, more than if he really would do. I feel a click in my face bones. Feel his harden cock on my belly. His thumb moves about my lips. He put it in my mouth. His hand strokes me, moves my face to the side. This time, he will squeeze that face. Squeeze it good. I breathe fast after his first try. "Two!" A slap from him. My head rings. I suck his thumb. He moves his hand under the back of my head, where skull meets the spinal chord. A few moves, that hypnotize me. He bumps the head on the floor, but with his hand under it. I cry quiet. It's more I'm afraid, he could do too hard. But it's damn right. I'm feeling numb. My head's ringing more than before. He's doing it again. This time only fast breathing by me. "Three!" I'm limp. My bones become liquid now. Rob feels that and grabs and massages my knee ledges. He takes them up, opens my lap. His hands on my thighs, he opens my pussy, and a bit of my ass. In a demonstrative sloth, he moves his tongue swirling over my pussy, direction ass. A few tastes with his fingers, then it happens. He never licked my ass that slow. Deep breath, as he finally release the butt. "Four!" He's humping me on the bed again. Holding my hands. Put them with his hands under the back of my head. His cock slips over my pussy, trying to shave forth my clit. Our bodies sliding a bit with ourselves. Mine become more sensitive. One touch could be like an electrical shock. "Five!" "Fuck me!" I said that quiet. He slows his moves. Now I'm shouting it. His cock slides into me. A cry by me, like I was deflowered. I'm only scaring. It feels damn good. More moves, I can close my eyes, hold myself on his arms. I feel myself again, I know what will happen. A good Old School Fuck with a lot of sweat. Please take yourself into a loose body position. This fuck will be presented to you by Rob Nash Jackhammers Ltd. Good quality fucks since the few remaining braincells in my head can fucking remember. "Fuck me!" Jackhammer. The light version. To get familiar with. I become paranoid. Rob can fucking be harder to me. He grabs my face from the side, turns it. Now he squeeze it on the couch by fucking me much harder. Damn, this is a kick! "Uh, you're betrothed. I fuck a betrothed girl!" He sucks the finger with my ring. Going down near my face. "What if your betrothed friend knew that you come right now! Coming from a black! Cock! Fucking you!" Fuck! Jackhammer! The big one. His hand on my mouth, my cries could reveal him. The rapist goes out of control. Tensed to the max. No grease, this is sweat. His fuck sounds become crazy. His body hugs me, to kill me like an anaconda. The piston still moves in with no mercy, then, finally, full cock in me, doesn't move. Insane sounds by the rapist. Police will come. Headshot, this moment. He will stay erected in me, with his dead cramp hug. Police will need hours to take me out of that. Game over. He throws the mask away. His cock over my tits. His gun. It looks so beautiful. Bang! Still looks beautiful, more than ever. Bang! He is god. His whole body shoots on me. Bang! I won't die. I will suck his cock. Suck him out. He must surrender voluntarily. Big moan by Rob. He did. We laying. Laughing. My hand strokes the sperm from my face. "Look, what you've done." I said, sucking my fingers. Now he's stroking me. I suck his fingers. Peace on earth. "Why can't we have ordinary sex, like anybody else?" I had to laugh a bit. Hi, Carrie! We found a few braincells out there. Do you miss some? Rob looks curious on me. Like he wants to tell me, ordinary sex is something you better don't try at home. Carrie & Rob Ch. 04 Hi, here's Carrie. Am I look good? Full secretary outfit! Every boss would take me without application, just by looking at me! I like myself looking like that. And this is Rob. Rob's dressed so damn good! Black suit in black body. Armani is a black man, I'm convinced. Yeah, I know what you wanna say: Rob n' Carrie goes mainstream. Next thing will be the promise to never say "fuck" again. But to be true, we just played a little. You know, he's working in the production section of an ad company, and he loves to describe his work as "the driest in a drunken company". No creativity, just that boring organizing stuff. The most creative thing he could do at his job is to make bitchy comments about how serious everybody in the creative section takes their work. Sorry, Georgia, he needs that. Anyway, as he wanted to take a somewhat more serious outfit for his however drunken employers, I made quite a lot jokes about him. You don't know how much fun it is to say "Don't forget to correct your tie!" in every dumb and helpless position possible. Before he kisses me. Before he spunks my ass, after hunting me through the room. Well, until I saw him dressed. There are not many people I know looking good and unsophisticated in both, sweat and suit, but he does, definitely. I was a little surprised, that somebody in a suit can attract me that much, as I'm not that much into suit guys. I was so impressed, I decided myself to overdress me that overwhelming "serious", too. Just for fun and to surprise him. To be honest: I never knew that wearing such stuff could make me that horny. Not only in looking, but in feeling, too. I remember, as I entered his holy work hall. How surprised he looked, then thinking of what most stupid to say in this situation. "Oh, hello, Miss...." he wiggled with his hand. Like saying, it's my turn to continue. "Moneypenny!" The game begun. "Did you forgot my name, James?" Rob needed a few facial expressions to touch back. "Oh....No, Miss Moneypenny...Sorry, I was just too strung out from saving the world last night." He fake-smiled wonderful over his whole face. I was moving to his desk. Light wood, polished. "What a sexy desk!" This desk wanted to be touched by me. I sat on his business chair, stroking the desk, look at him, look at the desk, try to make neck contortions to get more comfortable into that secretary posture (didn't I looking good at it?), then I put something special on me: glasses! Not much bigger than my eyes. "Wow!!" Rob's notorious big I-get-goose-bumps-eyes. "You like them?" "I could jizz on them!" Rob was near kissing me. I tried to sit like an ordinary secretary. "That's what I want to talk about, James. Your last mission was horrific done, turned into a car accident with about 54 cars involved, the whole inner city was closed for traffic, 2 restaurants and a flower shop full destroyed by your car, but most fatal," Miss Moneypennys eyes were bigger than her glasses, "you fucked the reverend's daughter!" "Well, you know how it is, Miss Moneypenny!" Rob had his role. The role of the asshole guy who made a mess, knows it, but have to convince his heart lady, everything is not as bad as it looks. Best to see on his nervous tie moves. Paired with greasy fake smiles. "Sometimes you have to do decisions against your own belief. And that reverend's daughter thing was to keep my conspiracy. I was in real danger." I punished him with a look full of sorrow and charge. Turning away to watch the desk. "OK, there was this accident, a few things destroyed, but who cares? I saved the world!" Rob played his role wonderful. But the bulge in his trousers and his urge relating to that was too obvious. "By the way, Miss Moneypenny, can you please suck my dick?" "Oh my god, James!" Miss Moneypenny was shocked. But then she smiled. "But...maybe..." I tried to look serious again. Sitting on his weighty business chair, punish him with a bluntly analysis of his mess, stroking his magical desk, evaluate his pens. I began to have fun with the situation. "If you only knew how hard it was to beg the prime minister to excusing it all..." "Well, Miss...let's take a break from those missions! I want you for dinner with me." "Like you always wanted, James. Since how many years?" "Well...this time for real! I won't take any more missions before that dinner. Here, my phone is off! Let's go!" "Oh James! Seriously?" He took my hand. Miss Moneypenny stood up, looking adoring to James Motherfucking Bond, who kissed her hand. Finally, it will happen! The secretary soul with that glasses was walking on a cloud out of the room. After a few steps in that big floor to his room he hold me back. Whispering to me. "Carrie! I can't stick it out any longer! "Me, too, but..." "There's a bath where we can do it. But you have to be quiet." "Rob! I can't be quiet at such things!" "Bite in my hand!" "You mean your don't-fucking-bite-me-hand?" "Right that one!" We went in that bath, closed it. The room was white tiled, lighten in warm bulb light. Rob and me was taking off all our clothes, as we don't want any single drop of sweat on it, saving this for the final, the big fuck. Rob was more than black. I never watched his black skin so intense, so shining. While we heard somebody moving out there on the floor, he was hugging me. No foreplay, we came instantly to main action. His cock was moving slow, no sound as he puts it in me. His hand on my mouth, keeping every sound in. I'm nailed on the white tiles, feeling Rob's muscles full tensed. He doesn't move. Waiting. He knows me, he feels me. I'm feeling more than naked. I feel like I'm here on a slaughtering block. I bite his hand, as his cock finally moves in me. I never felt his cock that naked. For the records: this was a damn horny fuck! It was a 10 minutes thing, but with the intense of 2 hours. He managed to give me the quietest orgasm ever. He comes, too, but very low, like he feels ashamed of. The pressure is gone. He kissed me. We can go dinner. "Is this the way Sean Connery looks?" Rob tried to pair dogs eyes with a smile he thought of looking charmed. It looked cramped. "No, this is Roger Moore." I know it wasn't, but Rob don't like him. Rob's face became angry-wondering. "This is Roger Moore, too." Rob took the whole arsenal of his facial expressions, but, let's face, he isn't Sean Connery, he isn't even Pierce Brosnan, and at least, it's better for him. "Rob! You are the Black 007! Do you know what that means?" "Yes, it means, I can drive as fast as I want, can jog other cars from the street, can make a helluva mess at primetime in the city and no policeman can mess with me and no woman in this city can resist me!" He looked triumphantly, making smoker moves. Blinking at me, "Isnt it?" "Yes, and it means, you're an asshole, totally convinced about yourself and with total contempt about everyone who's not you. So please act a little like that." Rob was leaning back, having the most arrogant face I ever watched, really. But then, he smiles, and the whole United States forgive him of being such a stress. "Like that?" "Yes!" I was happy."And now, make Miss Moneypenny some corny compliments." Rob leaned to me, holding my hand. "Well, Miss Moneypenny," he tried to look charming arrogant, "I have to admit, there is some kind of inner beauty in you, whenever we speak together." "Oh James! I'm convinced, you've said that to so many ladies, but its so nice to hear this." "Well, Miss, there is a difference to those ladies, comparing to you. I never knew if I'm right on them, they could be my biggest enemies. But I was never in doubt of your righteousness, your purity, about your feelings." "Oh James!" Miss Moneypenny was blown away. "By the way, Miss Moneypenny, where will we do it?" "It?" "Yeah, you know: IT!" Rob wiggled with his pelvis, giving me a blinked eye. "Maybe we could do it home at you. Or at me. Or in my car. Wherever you like." Miss Moneypenny became a bit scary. So closed to do it. "Well, there's a special place, I would do this too lovely." Miss Moneypenny seems too afraid to speak, while James Kickass Black Bond tries to drill her with his watching. "I would prefer to do it on my desk." Miss Moneypenny was a bit shocked. Did she really said that? But Rob James Fucking Bond smiled his ubercharm with that near-blinked eye. "You're nasty, Miss Moneypenny! " "It was always a big wish to me, in all the time you was away, James." "No Problem, Miss. We will do it on your desk." He gave me an air kiss. 5 facial expressions in 1 second later he said "Really!" The rooms at the bureau were dark. Nobody in. We walked in, turning lights on, turning them off again, as we entered his working room. Only his desk lamp gave a little light. Enough, so we could see ourselves. His desk was built to survive earthquakes. I leaned on it. Miss Moneypenny was looking so adoring, holding the hand of the best 007 ever. The black one. "Finally we will do it, James!" "Yes, Miss Moneypenny" What a sexy boxer face looking at me dreamfully. "My name is Sarah." She was melting away. "What a beautiful name." It happened! James Bond kissing Miss Moneypenny! Who became horny as hell. Look, how she licks her lips after it. Her eyes were vitreous, she begs for a wild man. That man opens the jacket she wears, touching her hips and her breast, massaging it, moving that silky stuff. Another kiss, deeper. With holding her head. She tries to grab something of his big body. What a beautiful, long kiss! Sarah Moneypenny feels the poison moving in her face musculature. She's ready for everything that will come this evening. The more, the better. James took the jacket off from her. One last kiss, a strong, a brutal, a real man's kiss. She feels her body, feels the poison move in her shoulder blades. James shakes her softly. She laughs, licking her lips. She's ready to be taken. She's on her knees, but still wears the blouse. Opens one knob after another, while James opens his zip and puts his cock out. 3 knobs on her blouse remaining, as she took his cock in her mouth, with closing eyes, enjoying like a gourmet. She waited for so many years to do that. Miss Moneypenny is more than willing, more than horny. She's a guinea pig for the brutal sides of James Fucking Bond. He takes her hair, grabs the back of her neck and gives her throat a stark feeling of his cock size. Heavy. Ruthless. But Miss Moneypenny is numb about her satisfaction and sounds like that. James leads her head on the desk, holding her hair, stroke-slaps her, using his cock as a roller deo all over her face. Again, cock in her mouth. Her face bones stretching. Her blue eyes wide open. Scared, but aroused. As the cock slips out of her mouth, she gasps, moans and shakes. She's insatiable. She sucks his balls, while he's undressing. He turns. Miss Moneypenny licks and sucks everything in her near. He sits softly on her face. Miss Moneypennys tongue doesn't stop. She's insatiable. James Motherfucking Black Bond is a giant big asshole, yes, for sure, and Miss Moneypenny is about to lick especially that, with satisfaction in her moans and movements. She holds his legs as a sign not to release his body. James Bond wears only his open white shirt and his tie. He opens the last 3 knobs of her blouse, grabs the tits. "Special production for you, Mr.Bond, to fit your requirements. Take them in your mouth, undergo them a closer special test. Yes, like that. You can grab them much tighter, it' s good quality work. And take the cock-between-tits-test. Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it? Miss Moneypenny is happy to fulfill your expectations." He takes his arms around her neck. A kiss again. But now, Miss Moneypenny can grab the whole body without problems. What a wonderful, long kiss! What a big body! What a heat! What a wonderful ass! As his lips releasing, Miss Moneypenny falls into a sexual inflexibility. "Fuck me, James!" The face of Miss Moneypenny can't wait to be full jizzed. James took the rock off of her. Turning her. Moving her slip. Down, then up, then down, up again. All the time slowly. Then his hand in her crotch. Miss Moneypenny moans deep. A revealing, enviable moan. "You're wet down there, Miss Moneypenny!" Tearing her hair. Biting her ear. Massaging her crotch. She feels his cock between her legs. He hugs her total, holding her arms in the back. He fucks in her thighs. Miss Moneypenny, still wearing her white, open silk blouse, breathes heavy, burns for temptation. James squeeze her tits for holding balance. "Fuck me, James! Do it hard!" It's time. Miss Moneypennys body is stiff from expectation of his cock. He puts it in. Years of hopefully expectations discharge in a cry at every push. Miss Moneypenny comes. She had no other option, her cries punctuates this. If you hear that deep moan, Mr.Bond, your puppet is ready to be fucked hard. Yeah, Miss Moneypenny is a training puppet for James Bond's cock. And James Bond is worked out, he trains since the Cold War. With his fucks, he had to convince his female enemies. "This is so good, James." James Bond passes his training conscientiously, all parts, all directions. Miss Moneypenny fulfills every requirements, even the tough "jackhammer" part, with excitement. Her excitement, too. She's numb for pure lust. He slaps her ass. He tears her hair. He took his hand in her mouth. Nothing can stop Miss Moneypenny from being extremely horny and doing sounds to underline that. Lets do the "jackhammer" part again, just to be sure. Damn, this works really good. Yes, Miss Moneypenny is horny, and she sweats and moans and cries herself into perfect beauty. Her hair is open and in the hands and by strong use of the black super agent, James Blackass Bond. He sweats, too, trying the "jackhammer" part over and over again. The sensors on Sarah the training puppet signalizes that James Bond is making progress in his musculature. He's not fucking, he's working! There may be places in her pussy not been shaved enough by his cock. He took his cock out. Watching the vacuum in her pussy left behind. He can't wait to put the cock in again. "Fuck my ass, James!" My ass is a bit open from the fuck, so he can put 2 fingers in without any resistance. "It's too big, baby! It will hurt you!" "Miss Moneypenny waited for so many years to do that, she wants full program, so fucking do it to her!!" It will hurt her? Damn, it should better! His 2 fingers in my ass telling me, I'm right. It's unbelievable, what they do to me. I want this, I can feel it. Rob James Nash Bond moves his cock over the hole. Then he takes it in his hand, trying my ass. It resists. James is conscientious of not hurting Miss Sarah Moneypenny. He takes his 2 fingers again. Deeper. He opens her crack as wide as possible. I expect pain. But there is nothing but lust. Then it succeed. He's over the sphincter. Moving in her. As it's entirely in, he waits. Waits for her sign. Miss Moneypenny wiggling herself a little. Softly. Her ass seems to get use with that cock. Rob leave a bit time to canalize my imaginations to that big thing. Something brews in me. OK, I got his cock in my ass. What will come now? I'm too horny to be afraid. His cock feels like a gun in me, it wouldn't make any difference if it was a real one. If you shoot your female enemy in this position, Mr.Bond, she will get a full-body-orgasm. Let's talk about the side effects later. "Now!" I'm whispering. Rob fucks me. I'm happy he holds me, fighting my body reactions. Pleasure and pain playing Apocalypse Now in my ass, the feeling runs through my entire body. Every little instinct in me wants to run away, I'm crying like I was forced to. Only my logical part shouts. "Don't stop, Rob! Please, don't stop! It's so good!" He's strengthen his moves. I feel his cock head on the head end of my spinal chord. This is a full body orgasm like I never had. "Oh my gooood!!" The window panes resist my shout. This time. Whoever is in this house, he had heard me. Rob still fucks my ass. I expect to get unconscious. My body still works from the inside, as he took his cock out. Spitting in my hole. He puts his cock in again. Your female enemy's still living, Mr.Bond! It's time to drop the dynamite. He lays myself on the ground. Stroking my back, stroking between anus and the place where spinal chord meets the pelvis. One last deep kiss. This is the final. The big bang. The part with the pyrotechnics. The part with no restrictions. The house will be crashing while we're fucking and running out of it. Miss Moneypenny is a slut. She looks like she want to say Good bye, saying "Whatever happens to me, please don't stop!" Last kiss again. Rob got me. I'm defenseless. I expect electric shocks in my ass. He holds me down, he keeps my mouth shut. I'm still crying, as he fucks me, harder than ever, faster than ever, but now the sound of our bodies clapping together is louder than everything. Rob isn't James Bond anymore. He is Terminator at action. You hear the pneumatics. Deep sweat. Rob begins to make primal sounds. I feel the killer instinct in his moves. This is the end. Hasta la vista, baby! Bang! Miss Moneypenny survived. Feels, how James comes over her face. Over her glasses. Miss Moneypenny grabs the cock blind, sucks it. Tastes it. Swallows it. This is what she was fantasizing all the time on her desk. Being taken by that cock, merciless. It's done now. Will she ever work like before, without thinking of sex all the time? Anyway, she's happy now. "We had to do this a long time ago." I'm dreaming in Rob's hug. "Now, I'm an addict." We're breathing together. Sigh together. I grab a piece of paper from the desk, shows it with my finger on it. "Here. I devise you my ass. For the next 99 years." Rob looks at it, anxiously. "And after that?" "After that I will leave you immediately." "Truly?" I hug him deeper. "Maybe. If you snore and spite me too much." "I'm not a man, if I don't snore at that age." I'm inhaling his soul, pressing my face against his body. "You will always be a man, Rob. My man!" I feel Rob's blood rushing."You will always be my woman, Carrie!" he whispers, hugging me deeper. Peace on earth. For the next 99 years. "Can you fuck me home again?" "I will, my dear. If you don't spite me." "I never spite you!" I tried to sound a bit disappointed. He laughs.