Shango in Charleston, South Carolina Pt. 2

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Shango in Charleston, South Carolina Pt. 2

It had been a long day and it was going to get even longer for the three of them.

Black Master Shango was hungry as they entered the restaurant, his eyes sized up the place and loved the look and feel of it. They were given a table and he and the wife sat next to each other while the husband picked up the menu booklet and ordered for the three of them; Shango ordered for a beer—Bud Lite.

They made conversation while they waited for their meal to arrive. Adam inquired about the trip. They talked about the impending hurricane happening down in Louisiana and how its fall-out was going to give them a dull weather all through this week. Sally wouldn't stop rubbing her hand over his thigh. Her breathing was still heavy from the bout of excitement she'd had in the car—obviously she hadn't been expecting such, and she did eventually say it. It made Shango's heart swell to hear and feel her response. He most enjoyed it when a woman becomes relaxed around him. He wasn't a practical lover as most black men would claim to be online. Sally reckoned such was something he'd obviously written down as to how or what he was going to come at her with, but she couldn't have been farther from the truth. And she was bound to realize that during their period together.

Their meal arrived and they ate. Sally still rubbed her hand across his thigh and he too ran his over her inner thigh, even slipped his finger into her cunt and brought it to his lips. He loved the way she tasted; he made his meal rather edible.

The young man who had served them—he claimed he was from Canada originally—asked if everything was to our satisfaction, which we replied that it was. Sally opened to him about me:

"You're in the presence of a writer who's soon to become famous," she said with delight. "Have you read that 'Fifty Shades' book? He writes just like that, except I enjoy his because it's ten-times more erotic. His name is SHANGO, and you can find him at blackmastershango.com. Tell everyone in here about him."

Shango was caressing her thigh and smiling at her while she said it. The Canadian waiter did take notice of where his hand was and he didn't care, neither did Sally or Adam. He wrote down the site's address on his notebook and bid the three of them goodnight we they got up from their table to leave. He was probably going to have a lot of fun when he mentioned about them to the other female staff inside the restaurant.

They returned to the car—Adam back in the driver's seat while Shango and Sally went into the back. Now he had some strength in him, he got back to what he was doing. He had his arm over the back of her neck and caressed her left breasts while he kissed her and then applied his lips to her other, flipping his tongue over the pair of gold stud she had on her nipples. Her lower body pressed against his; her legs came over his and rubbed against his thigh. She moaned and panted like a wild tiger. The pool of light from the street lamps gave them both an erotic outlook of themselves in each other's arms.

His finger went into her pussy and he finger-fucked her while his mouth held hers and listened to her groaning voice as she couldn't stop screaming. Her hand gripped his and now her legs pressed together his hand which now as locked between her thigh. Still she gasped and groaned into his mouth. She had never been this loose before with another man ... and yes, there have been other men before him, but with Shango, she felt a stirring deep in her bowels she'd never had before. Her was driving her insane, making her succumb to all perversity that had always evaded her.

He pulled his hand out of her cunt and gave her his finger to clean up, which she did, still panting. He returned the finger into her cunt, heard her try to control her screams but instead whispered into her ear to let it out ... he wanted to hear her scream ... which she did. Her pussy wouldn't stop leaking her cum juice. He made her lie on her backside and he licked his tongue up and down her cunt. He felt her squirt a river down her legs. Her body spasmed like she was being electrocuted.

He undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans and shorts down his legs and brought her to climb on top of him; he would have loved her to sit over his face had the car being any higher. Sally straddled him, groaning into his ear as he reached his hand underneath to find her pussy opening. It was easy as she was still leaking like an open faucet.

"Awwhhhh God, I want your cock so bad," she moaned into his ear, kissing the side of his neck. "I want you ... I want you so much."

"I want you too," he answered back and kissed her.

He slid the head of his prick into her pussy and she cried out helplessly at the same time bucked her body against him as she felt his dick inside her for the first time. The car went over a speed bump. His cock went inside her all the way and now she rode him with her tits slapping against his face and she crying from the ecstatic pain she was in. Her hair went loose and fell over her head. His hands slapped her ass cheeks, making her yearn for more. She wouldn't stop screaming and he kept urging her to scream more. He too was groaning against her. The feel and tightness of her pussy was the greatest thing he could think about at that moment.

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Shango in Charleston, South Carolina Pt. 2

It had been a long day and it was going to get even longer for the three of them.

Black Master Shango was hungry as they entered the restaurant, his eyes sized up the place and loved the look and feel of it. They were given a table and he and the wife sat next to each other while the husband picked up the menu booklet and ordered for the three of them; Shango ordered for a beer—Bud Lite.

They made conversation while they waited for their meal to arrive. Adam inquired about the trip. They talked about the impending hurricane happening down in Louisiana and how its fall-out was going to give them a dull weather all through this week. Sally wouldn't stop rubbing her hand over his thigh. Her breathing was still heavy from the bout of excitement she'd had in the car—obviously she hadn't been expecting such, and she did eventually say it. It made Shango's heart swell to hear and feel her response. He most enjoyed it when a woman becomes relaxed around him. He wasn't a practical lover as most black men would claim to be online. Sally reckoned such was something he'd obviously written down as to how or what he was going to come at her with, but she couldn't have been farther from the truth. And she was bound to realize that during their period together.

Their meal arrived and they ate. Sally still rubbed her hand across his thigh and he too ran his over her inner thigh, even slipped his finger into her cunt and brought it to his lips. He loved the way she tasted; he made his meal rather edible.

The young man who had served them—he claimed he was from Canada originally—asked if everything was to our satisfaction, which we replied that it was. Sally opened to him about me:

"You're in the presence of a writer who's soon to become famous," she said with delight. "Have you read that 'Fifty Shades' book? He writes just like that, except I enjoy his because it's ten-times more erotic. His name is SHANGO, and you can find him at blackmastershango.com. Tell everyone in here about him."

Shango was caressing her thigh and smiling at her while she said it. The Canadian waiter did take notice of where his hand was and he didn't care, neither did Sally or Adam. He wrote down the site's address on his notebook and bid the three of them goodnight we they got up from their table to leave. He was probably going to have a lot of fun when he mentioned about them to the other female staff inside the restaurant.

They returned to the car—Adam back in the driver's seat while Shango and Sally went into the back. Now he had some strength in him, he got back to what he was doing. He had his arm over the back of her neck and caressed her left breasts while he kissed her and then applied his lips to her other, flipping his tongue over the pair of gold stud she had on her nipples. Her lower body pressed against his; her legs came over his and rubbed against his thigh. She moaned and panted like a wild tiger. The pool of light from the street lamps gave them both an erotic outlook of themselves in each other's arms.

His finger went into her pussy and he finger-fucked her while his mouth held hers and listened to her groaning voice as she couldn't stop screaming. Her hand gripped his and now her legs pressed together his hand which now as locked between her thigh. Still she gasped and groaned into his mouth. She had never been this loose before with another man ... and yes, there have been other men before him, but with Shango, she felt a stirring deep in her bowels she'd never had before. Her was driving her insane, making her succumb to all perversity that had always evaded her.

He pulled his hand out of her cunt and gave her his finger to clean up, which she did, still panting. He returned the finger into her cunt, heard her try to control her screams but instead whispered into her ear to let it out ... he wanted to hear her scream ... which she did. Her pussy wouldn't stop leaking her cum juice. He made her lie on her backside and he licked his tongue up and down her cunt. He felt her squirt a river down her legs. Her body spasmed like she was being electrocuted.

He undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans and shorts down his legs and brought her to climb on top of him; he would have loved her to sit over his face had the car being any higher. Sally straddled him, groaning into his ear as he reached his hand underneath to find her pussy opening. It was easy as she was still leaking like an open faucet.

"Awwhhhh God, I want your cock so bad," she moaned into his ear, kissing the side of his neck. "I want you ... I want you so much."

"I want you too," he answered back and kissed her.

He slid the head of his prick into her pussy and she cried out helplessly at the same time bucked her body against him as she felt his dick inside her for the first time. The car went over a speed bump. His cock went inside her all the way and now she rode him with her tits slapping against his face and she crying from the ecstatic pain she was in. Her hair went loose and fell over her head. His hands slapped her ass cheeks, making her yearn for more. She wouldn't stop screaming and he kept urging her to scream more. He too was groaning against her. The feel and tightness of her pussy was the greatest thing he could think about at that moment.

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Dsoul...I always enjoy your stories about Shango. Thanks
 

Thanks, Janice. But that wasn't a story. It was all real. Maybe someday you too can be like her.
 
I'm sure you've heard the saying "been there done that..".. Well, I say that because I've been in a car riding my black boyfriend like that before in the past, quite a few times to be honest with you...so yes, I can relate to it being real and wasn't in any doubt that it wasn't a true story...
 
I'm sure you've heard the saying "been there done that..".. Well, I say that because I've been in a car riding my black boyfriend like that before in the past, quite a few times to be honest with you...so yes, I can relate to it being real and wasn't in any doubt that it wasn't a true story...

Wasn't doubting you.
 
Shango, you write well, but you write like a novelist. What my short story publishers cautioned me on in my early submission was that we are writing titillating porn; less of the extraneous build up, and more of the hot sex.
 
Shango, you write well, but you write like a novelist. What my short story publishers cautioned me on in my early submission was that we are writing titillating porn; less of the extraneous build up, and more of the hot sex.

If I need porn, I'll WATCH porn, not read it.
 
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Shango in Charleston, South Carolina Pt. 2

It had been a long day and it was going to get even longer for the three of them.

Black Master Shango was hungry as they entered the restaurant, his eyes sized up the place and loved the look and feel of it. They were given a table and he and the wife sat next to each other while the husband picked up the menu booklet and ordered for the three of them; Shango ordered for a beer—Bud Lite.

They made conversation while they waited for their meal to arrive. Adam inquired about the trip. They talked about the impending hurricane happening down in Louisiana and how its fall-out was going to give them a dull weather all through this week. Sally wouldn't stop rubbing her hand over his thigh. Her breathing was still heavy from the bout of excitement she'd had in the car—obviously she hadn't been expecting such, and she did eventually say it. It made Shango's heart swell to hear and feel her response. He most enjoyed it when a woman becomes relaxed around him. He wasn't a practical lover as most black men would claim to be online. Sally reckoned such was something he'd obviously written down as to how or what he was going to come at her with, but she couldn't have been farther from the truth. And she was bound to realize that during their period together.

Their meal arrived and they ate. Sally still rubbed her hand across his thigh and he too ran his over her inner thigh, even slipped his finger into her cunt and brought it to his lips. He loved the way she tasted; he made his meal rather edible.

The young man who had served them—he claimed he was from Canada originally—asked if everything was to our satisfaction, which we replied that it was. Sally opened to him about me:

"You're in the presence of a writer who's soon to become famous," she said with delight. "Have you read that 'Fifty Shades' book? He writes just like that, except I enjoy his because it's ten-times more erotic. His name is SHANGO, and you can find him at blackmastershango.com. Tell everyone in here about him."

Shango was caressing her thigh and smiling at her while she said it. The Canadian waiter did take notice of where his hand was and he didn't care, neither did Sally or Adam. He wrote down the site's address on his notebook and bid the three of them goodnight we they got up from their table to leave. He was probably going to have a lot of fun when he mentioned about them to the other female staff inside the restaurant.

They returned to the car—Adam back in the driver's seat while Shango and Sally went into the back. Now he had some strength in him, he got back to what he was doing. He had his arm over the back of her neck and caressed her left breasts while he kissed her and then applied his lips to her other, flipping his tongue over the pair of gold stud she had on her nipples. Her lower body pressed against his; her legs came over his and rubbed against his thigh. She moaned and panted like a wild tiger. The pool of light from the street lamps gave them both an erotic outlook of themselves in each other's arms.

His finger went into her pussy and he finger-fucked her while his mouth held hers and listened to her groaning voice as she couldn't stop screaming. Her hand gripped his and now her legs pressed together his hand which now as locked between her thigh. Still she gasped and groaned into his mouth. She had never been this loose before with another man ... and yes, there have been other men before him, but with Shango, she felt a stirring deep in her bowels she'd never had before. Her was driving her insane, making her succumb to all perversity that had always evaded her.

He pulled his hand out of her cunt and gave her his finger to clean up, which she did, still panting. He returned the finger into her cunt, heard her try to control her screams but instead whispered into her ear to let it out ... he wanted to hear her scream ... which she did. Her pussy wouldn't stop leaking her cum juice. He made her lie on her backside and he licked his tongue up and down her cunt. He felt her squirt a river down her legs. Her body spasmed like she was being electrocuted.

He undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans and shorts down his legs and brought her to climb on top of him; he would have loved her to sit over his face had the car being any higher. Sally straddled him, groaning into his ear as he reached his hand underneath to find her pussy opening. It was easy as she was still leaking like an open faucet.

"Awwhhhh God, I want your cock so bad," she moaned into his ear, kissing the side of his neck. "I want you ... I want you so much."

"I want you too," he answered back and kissed her.

He slid the head of his prick into her pussy and she cried out helplessly at the same time bucked her body against him as she felt his dick inside her for the first time. The car went over a speed bump. His cock went inside her all the way and now she rode him with her tits slapping against his face and she crying from the ecstatic pain she was in. Her hair went loose and fell over her head. His hands slapped her ass cheeks, making her yearn for more. She wouldn't stop screaming and he kept urging her to scream more. He too was groaning against her. The feel and tightness of her pussy was the greatest thing he could think about at that moment.

http://www.blackmastershango.com/2012/09/shango-in-charleston-south-carolina-pt-2.html
lovely and very lucky wife and hubby
 
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