Big-Titted Latina Hanjob

In the car I began to feel those telltale “butterflies” in my stomach; the fleeting fear and possible regret… but i continued on. I arrived at this rather nonde hotel and pulled into the back, parking right in front of the door. Stepping up to the door I knock, lightly, and the door opens a bit. “Come in” comes a voice out of the darkness inside. I step through the threshold into a room lit dimly by a couple of candles, pulling the door shut behind me. There a figure sitting in a chair in the far corner. “Stand there in the candle light and disrobe.” The command in his voice had its own warning. In a matter of seconds I was totally nude. “Turn around… slowly.” Again, I complied. “You are a clean little bitch, aren’t you?” His voice wasn’t a sneer.. Just a statement of fact. “There are three packages on the bed. Get the middle one. Put the other two on the floor.” I put the first and third boxes big cock (like shirt boxes) on the floor, out of the way and picked up the middle box. “Now sit down at the foot of the bed and open it.” I was starting to get the butterflies again wondering what I was getting myself into. Not that I had too many limits, but this was all new to me. Sitting on the bed, I reached for the box and opened the lid. handjob Pulling out its contents I found a lace garter, stockings, lace panties and a short, girls tee. I had no experience with womens clothes, but this couldn’t be that hard. “Get dressed,” came the command. I started by putting on the garter and then sliding the stockings up one jerking leg at a time. When I had them up to mid thigh I stood and buttoned the stockings to the garter and then slid the panties on. GOD what a feeling! I had no idea this minor clothes change could be so erotic. I slipped the T over my head and stayed in the candlelight so my Master could inspect me. The anticipation, nerves, and chill of the interracial room had reduced my cock to a small lump in the panties but the silk still felt fantastic. It was then that my host rose from the chair, revealing a Big Boobs 6’4”, 250 frame that dwarfed me as he moved closer. My master was hispanic, huge, and handsome. Dressed in chinos and a white button down collar dress shirt it was clear that he was some kind of professional. He sat down on the foot of the bed and pulled me in front of him. “Put your hand up on your head” he said. “Pose for me.” “It’s only been four days since interracial my last booty call,” She said with mirth in her voice, obviously pleased by just how much he wanted her, “or is that too long for you now, Casey?” “I dare you to go down on me,” She repeated firmly. The head, pink rather than purplish as were most humans’, disappeared in her Big Boobs yawning mouth as she thrust it in, greedily sucking and bobbing on it. The dual frictions mixed and swirled in me. I shivered, my mouth sucking on our mother's panties. "Oh my fucking god!" Holly quickly follows and falls to her knees. much less of a hassle than I feared. “So what’s worrying you?” he handjob asked. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” That isn’t going lead to much flashing.” I collapsed down in a chair, turning on the water works as I cupped my face into my hands. I would love a girlfriend like that. Good girl! I think it was thirty-two . . . Before the last dance was over, I was wondering why I hadn’t just taken it off. They curled up together moments later, under one sleeping back. I looked “Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to it.” They big cock were both out of breath from jerking their session as they stared outside at the bungalow by the side of the road which looked abandoned. “You are a slut,” I purred. “What exactly is a date?