Old Black Carl (part 3)

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Old Black Carl (part 3)After the long night, we slept in late, the next day. Carl made me suck his cock again, and of course, I enjoyed it. He said he had some things to do and that he would drive me home, so that I could rest, and that he would be picking me up again that evening. He drove me home with his arm around me, and of course, he had me play with his big cock while he drove. He dropped me off in front of my parent’s house, and told me to be ready about 6. I nodded, and walked into the house. I knew I probably smelled like cum and sweat, so I went directly to my room. I thought about what I had done. I thought about how humiliating it was, and how ashamed I was. And now Carl knew where I lived. He could ruin my life if I didn’t keep my promise. I felt like crying. But oddly enough I was also hard, just thinking about it. I took a shower and lay down on the bed. I took a hand mirror, pulled my legs back as far as I could and looked at my ass. It was still stretched and loose from the poundings Carl had given it the night before. I slid my finger in, and it was sore and swollen. But it felt good, in a weird way. For the first time in this whole ordeal, I thought bahis firmaları about how I was always very attracted to women, and never really thought about doing anything “gay”. And now, all of a sudden, I was a little bitch for this old Black man. I did all of the things I needed to do around the house, so that I could leave quickly when Carl arrived. I didn’t want anyone being suspicious, and wanted to leave in a hurry. My parents had gone to some friend’s house, and I noticed my mother’s shoe collection, piled in the closet. She was a secretary and always wore high heels. I tried a pair on, and they fit pretty well. So, I looked through the pile and found an older pair of open toed ones with ankle straps that she never wore, and stole them. If I was going to be Carl’s “girl” I may as well go all out. I was fighting with myself internally about why I was so afraid, and yet so eager. Carl got there right on time and I ran to his car as fast as I could. “Excited to see me?” he asked. I nodded. Actually I was just in a hurry to get in the car before anyone saw me. “What have you got there?” he said, looking at the bag I had brought with me. I handed him the casino oyna bag and he opened it, and looked at the high heels I had brought. “GOOD GIRL!” he said. “You can leave them on while I fuck you, just like in the movies!” He told me that he had bought some makeup for me, and that I would have to learn to apply it. He was telling me all about his day as he drove, but I was only paying attention to doing my task of rubbing his crotch. When we got to his house, he had me go into the bedroom and put on my outfit and try some makeup. I did my best, but it wasn’t great. I looked like a cheap whore who had been used all night, but I did look like a girl. Then he got out a Polaroid camera and a bunch of boxes of film. He had me pose in various positions…some very nasty. He took pictures of me sucking his cock, and looking over my shoulder with his cock in my ass. Carl had me fuck in many different positions. Doggie style, on my back, riding him, laying on my side. I realized that I liked being on my back the best. I was able to wrap my arms and legs around him and it turned me on to see my high heels in the air while he pounded me. After filling my ass with slot oyna his nut juice, he had me lay on my back and took pictures of his sperm drooling out of my gaping hole. Some were close ups, others included my whole body and face. He rolled me over on my stomach and lay on top of me. He had me pinned beneath him, his cock pressed against my ass crack. He took the pictures and held them in front of me, and slowly went through them. As I looked at them, I was again ashamed of myself, and yet highly aroused. There I was,dressed in a nighty, a garter belt, stockings and high heels, posing like a girl, sucking, and being fucked by his Black cock, and I was obviously enjoying myself in the pics. When he got done sorting through them, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You wouldn’t want your mom and dad to ever see these, would you?”I was instantly horrified. “NO!” I said, and started to panic. “Well then, you’ll want to keep me drained”, he said. He got up and went to the closet and showed me a small but sturdy safe, and opened it and placed the pictures inside. “Please don’t!” I begged. But Carl pushed the door shut and spun the tumbler. “All safe and sound!” he said. “I’ll bet you’d do just about anything I wanted right now, wouldn’t you?” I felt a little sick. “But Carl…” I started to stammer. “WOULDN’T YOU?” he yelled.After a short silence, I answered, “Yes….anything”To be continued.

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