I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped my pants to the floor.
My cock stood at attention before either Sarah or my sister touched it.
This was my fourth time with Sarah and she was becoming noticeably more comfortable with the male genitalia. I think she was pleased with the effect she had on me. She hadn't removed her clothes yet but my dick curved upwards.
Of course, my excitement was largely because I hadn't masturbated in close to a week. Some days, I would visit Aunt Karen if I wanted her to suck me off (or if she wanted me to eat her ass out again).
More frequently, however, I stayed at the nearby coffee shop for hours to write. I had done a lot of writing over the past few weeks. And it was becoming a more sustainable income. More newspapers wanted to read my thoughts on systemic racism and police brutality. A few editors had even suggested I write a book.
I supposed my excitement towards Sarah had a second, albeit less important-or so I hoped-explanation. I felt that my fucking her was my response to white privilege-my every thrust another thesis in the "Disputation on the Power and Efficacy of White Control".
I was standing not two feet away from Sarah, my cock right between her eyes. She had to roll her eyes up just to see the crown of my dick, and when she did so, our eyes would meet, and we would exchange an unspoken dialogue.
Are you really going to shove this into me? She asked (or I imagined she asked).
Inch by inch, slut. I said (or I imagined I said).
"Suck it," I said.
"What? No, I don't want to do that," Sarah mumbled.
"You don't have a choice."
"I'll give you a hand job, okay? You like my hand jobs."
"Come on, George," Rayya said. "Sarah doesn't want to do that. I'll suck your dick if you want."
"It has to be Sarah," I said.
I put my hand on the back of her head. I expected her to pull away, but she didn't resist when I pulled her face towards my cock. She wouldn't let me in at first, but, with effort, I pushed myself inside. I heard Rayya release a soft "Oh" as her girlfriend let half of my dick into her mouth.
One observation I had made about Sarah was that she liked to submit. I discovered this during the second time we had hooked up, and I had put her hand on my dick. She resisted at first, but relented, and even sought to give me hand jobs afterwards.
I held Sarah's hair into a ponytail so that her hair wouldn't get into her mouth while I thrusted my hips. I made sure to move slowly and carefully. Sarah had never sucked a dick before and I didn't want her to gag.
"Tighten your lips-oh, yes, that's good. Good girl," I said, "Look at me when you suck me off."
"Don't push it," I heard her mumble around my shaft.
That was Sarah's 'safe word'. If she felt I was going too far, then she would remind me to not 'push it'. I kept thrusting my hips and decided that it was okay if she didn't look at me.
When I felt like I was ready to cum, I pulled my hand away from Sarah's head. I was surprised to see her continuing to suck me off.
"Sarah-I'm gonna nut," I gasped.
She stopped immediately, looked up at me, and smiled.
"Sorry, daddy," she said, "Was I too good of a girl?"
We both laughed. First because it was the first time Sarah had called me 'daddy' and it sounded so very un-Sarah of her; and, second, because we both knew that the only time she was good to me was when she let me fuck her; other than that, she was a bitch.
Rayya kissed Sarah's cheek, turning Sarah's attention towards her, and then began kissing Sarah's neck. I watched as they removed each other's clothes. Rayya's ass and tits were larger than Sarah's but Sarah's body was more 'angelic', if that made any sense-it was an innocent body, not fit for sex, really, but that was what made fucking her so damn appealing. Fucking Sarah felt like fucking an angel. What could be more taboo?
Sarah sat against the bed's back board. She spread her legs to give Rayya access. But, before Rayya could start eating her out, Sarah asked if I wanted to do it.
I could tell that Rayya did not like that idea.
Sarah said, "You can both do it."
