The bed

The Indian man guides me onto the bed dropping me gently onto it. The bed rocks under my weight, before he join me on it. I want to fuck him, I want to be his forever. He was nice and sweet, and smelt so good.

He was looking at me now, taking my small body and blond hair in with a lustful look. While he was distracted with me, my hands snaked out to him, grabbing his pants.

I knew what I wanted.

My hands explored where the erect cock strained against his pants. I could feel the hot blood that filled it. And I wanted it in my mouth.

"Ret meh herp," I slurred, still drunk from the beer he had given me.

I pulled out his cock, and examined it for the first time. I had never seen another man's cock, nor my own this close before. My pale hands were tiny against his girth, though not as big as the black man that had fucked me in the sex shop just a little earlier.

"Dank you," I mumbled to him, before licking the dark black cock down the side of the angry pulsing vein. My Indian Grandfather moaned as I flicked my tongue against his cock.

"Mmmmm tayshests sho gud," I said licking down the entirety of the shaft carefully.

"Can I shuck it?" I added giving the black thing little kisses.

"Oh yes sweety," he said back to me, causing me to laugh.

"How mush do you like my white mouf," I said, putting my mouth over his cock and letting the head enter past my lips. I bobbed up and down, straining my jaw too take him past the head, my mouth not big enough to take more than a few inches past it.

"So good. I'll give you so much to drink after this," he moaned at me.

"Reaaarry, Rell I rant ta give you preasure!" I said, rewarding his generosity with a quick lick from the bottom of his shaft to the top before sucking his cock again.

As I suck his cock, my hands go to the button of his pants, as I'm eager to suck and lick his balls.

Then we both stop, as we hear something or someone moving around outside.