White Flesh Pot Blind Date (Part 2) (MF, rom, exh, org, intr) By Liz Foster I was all ready for my blind date, all I had lift to do was apply my make up on and get the rollers out of my hair. I experienced a sense of relief when Jack finally said bye-bye and lift to attend his usual Friday evening poker party. I would have felt uneasy when Howard called for me. I took one last look in the mirror, batted my eyes a couple of times to make sure my false eye lashes were secure and that my lips looked kissable sweet. I recalled what one black guy told me some years back. "Liz, you have the most beautiful sexy bedroom green eyes." I so hoped that Howard would feel the way. One last dash of perfume behind my ears lobes, a bit more on my wrist for good luck. As I dabbed perfume on my wrist, I noticed my wedding rings and made a deliberate decision to remove them, replacing them with a ring with a birth stone Opal setting Karen my beloved life long, bi girl friend gave me. Placing the wedding rings in a small drawstring bag I placed them in my jeweler box. Out of sight out of mind. I didn't need some visible reminded that I was married. After they were off, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief a sense of freedom married life. At the time I removed them I had no idea that I wouldn't look at them or miss seeing or wearing them for more than four years Howard knew I was married but I didn't want to flaunt it in his face or have some waiter see my rings, I didn't want to publicize the fact that I was a being an adulterous woman. As a white woman I have never been encouraged or told it's ok to date black guys by their clergy or family. I was suppressed that Jack would even go along with the idea. So taking off my wedding rings just seemed like the right thing for me to do, it did away with my only external cymbal of my being married, only Howard and I would know the truth and nether of us would mind the lest little bit. I felt nervous about dating and other guy. It's not that I hadn't cheated on both Jack and my former husband Bill. It's just that this time Jack knew what I was up to and that didn't seam right to me for whatever reason, I was to use to cheating. Jack over the sex mouths that my personal ad ran often asked me, "Why a black man Liz?" I guess I never did give him a satisfactory answer. Opposites I had discovered are usually quite attractive to each other. For years whenever I would masturbate myself. I fantasized about having sex with a black man and now that it was finally happing again after a long dry spell, I found myself asking that question again, why a black men. I guess my only answer is that I love the visual contrast. Not only is the color of the skin different but its lives styles that are different as will. The other (reason is that Howard sent me not only a photo of himself dress up, but a photo of what hung between his legs that was so very impressive to me... 
It was with thoughts of this nature that were running around in my head when I sat down to send Jack an email about my date with Howard. May 21 Dear Diary Howard rang me up from the apartment lobby to let me know he had arrived and would be waiting for me in the lobby. I scribbled off a shot note "Jack I might be late don't wait up." Then I closed the door behind me and walked to the elevator. I was excited and wished that I had worn some panties even if Howard didn't want that. I could feel my moistness, and the evening hadn't even got started. The elevator door opened, Howard was standing their waiting. I could feel his eyes as he gave me the once over, then he said. "So your Liz, I'm Howard and you look more beautiful than the photo you used in your personal ad, I'm so delighted to meet you." He reached for my hand, taking it lightly in his and kissed it and then looking up at me he said, "I am so please to meet you at long last, lets be off." I took Howard's arm and he lead the way out the door to his car. I impressed by what he was driving, a big Lincoln Town Car, with a leather interior. Howard opened the back door and I slide into seat my nostrils filled with the fragrance of leather and the smell of his musk cologne he had on. Howard walked around the car and got in on the other side. Liz I would like to introduce you to Donne, he is a friend of mine and does a lot of odd jobs sense he is having a hard time finding a real job. Then Howard leaned over and whispered in my ear Donne is guy, as if to assure me that I was sexually safe. Setting back he said Donne will make the films that Jack wants and take some photos when we become involved. I giggled and said. "Oh, if you say so." Donne started the car, "Liz have you ever been to the Road House Supper Club?" "No." "You'll like it, from the out side it looks like a run down dump, but once you get in side find it a very romantic place, dime lights soft music played by a combo, good service. Best of all it's owned by a black couple who make sure that it's a pleasant place for a guy to bring a white lady for dinner and some dancing, you do like to dance don't you?" "Yes if it a slow dance, I'm not that great a dancer." I replied. We made small talk and had a couple of chuckles as we drove toward the supper club, I felt a bit strange setting they thinking the thoughts that I was and knowing that Howard was having similar thoughts running through his head about me. We pulled up in front the super club. Howard was right it did look like a dump and I couldn't understand how he could bring me to a place like this. The minute the car topped a fine looking older gentleman dressed in a black jacket, white shirt, black crisply pressed slacks wearing a black bow tie, walked up to the car door. Opening it he looked in and said," Good evening folks." in a deep southern accent, "you'll be dinning with this evening?" "May I park your car for you?" I was very impressed; I had never been treated to such service. As I stepped from the car the man said, "Oh my the lady does look quite lovely hope you enjoy your stay with us." I was sure he had gotten a go look at my breast and some white thigh that were exposed to his view as I tried to slid out in a discrete fashion. Howard walked around the car, tipped the man and told him that Donne would be parking the car. I took Howard's arm and he lead me through a door that looked as if it had come through world war two. Battered and kick on badly. Pulling open the door for me we entered a small entryway, the door which stood a head of us was so beautiful it looked as if it was made-up from hand carved walnut, it was simply elegant in it's appearance. Howard pulled open the big door, then giving my fanny a pat said in a low sexy voice "Liz I do hope you enjoy this place?" Much to my surprise we entered into a beautiful large room with high ceilings, deep thick burgundy carpet, soft dim lights of red and blue illuminated the large room while soft white lights illuminated the art works hanging from the walls. Beautiful plants grew for large containers while the sound of string music softly filled the air and the gentle sound of water could be heard. Looking around I spotted a small water garden with goldfish swimming around. It was such a romantic place to walk come into, it was the kind of ambience that made for a very special amorous perhaps even a passionate evening. I reached for Howard's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze I said, "Oh Howard I think it simply elegant thank you for bring me." A hostess walked up to Howard and asked," Are you ready to be seated?" "Yes do you have a table that's private?" "No sir we don't at this time, it will be about twenty minutes." Howard handed the women a tip and said, "Please find us in the bar when it's ready." She looked at money, then said, "Yes sir, your name sir?" "Roe." "Mr. Roe as soon as that table is cleaned and ready for you I'll be in to get you." Then Howard gave me a love pat on my fanny and ushered me in to the bar. The cocktail waitress came to our small table where we sat down, Howard asked, "What would like to drink?" I told him, "Vodka gimlet please." "Oh a women after my own heart." He placed the ordered the for us. Then we began to talk in low whispers about ourselves. "Howard," I asked, how long have you been married and why for the separation and not a divorce?" He answered, "For the kids sake mostly, I have four of them. One is in collage the other three are married and have kids." "So you a grand father?" "Yes but only in spirit, not in age," I laughed and he joined me. We talked a bit more about him, then I asked him if he had been in the military. "Oh sure who hasn't been." I got stationed in Japan after the war. "How was it?" I asked. "It was great, I learned all kinds of good stuff about women and what women like and need and for the most part seem to desire very badly." "Oh, and what might that be?" "You don't really want to know do you?" "Will sure I do." I wasn't convinced I did for sure or not, it just seamed like the appropriate reply at the moment Just then the hostess came in and told us our table was ready, Howard had just ordered us a third round of drinks and asked the hostess if she would see to it that they got to our table. The hostess pulled my chair out and gestured for me to sat down. I was so hoping Howard would forget about wanting to tell me about his learning experience in Japan, for some reason I just didn't care to hear about it. Our drinks were brought to the table and menus were set in front of us. Howard ordered a cheese appetizer for us as to nibble on. The waiter told us that it would be about half and hour for our entrees to be served. That's all Howard had to hear, he started in. "Liz as I was tell you at the bar." I looked down cast at my drink and listened intently to all he told me then it seamed he arrived at a punch line, he presented in the from of a question. "Liz I know that you're looking for a long term black love, and I'm looking for a white woman for more than just that. When I was in Japan I got to know a Japanese guy, he was a pimp. He told me that all women in Japan enjoyed being dominated, prostituted, and being subservient to they men. He told me that women took great pleasure in being use as sexual objects, and want through instruction to assure that they would be obedient." I knew exactly what Howard was asking and to my incredulous excitement after listing to all he had told me. In the back of my mind I questioned, was this what I was looking for again. I wanted to be submissive and controlled by a man again, but I was not sure if I wanted it like I had with my x husband and a black friend of my husband. Mark who was not only Bills friend but a pimp as will, and between the two of them they forced me in to having sex with many other black guys and appearing in a number of sex films and as a naked center fold girl for a black guys magazine called "Black Man's Desire". so I didn't say no. I just kept hemming and hawing, trying to stall any answer him for as long as possible. In the back of my mind that I desired to be used again as Mark and my x husband use me, I just didn't know if Howard was the man or if I ready to become involve in such a way. Just then the hostess came with our bottle of wine Howard had ordered for dinner. Opening the she poured a small amount into Howard's wine glass and waited for his approval to fill our glasses. Then the water came with our meals. "Crab legs for the lady, Porter house for the gentleman." He removed the covers to display a feast beyond words. Alaskan King Crab on a bead of wild rice and tender steamed asparagus tips, Howard's meal was a beautiful Porter House stake with baby carrots and a twice-baked potato. "Enjoy your meals, I'll check back on you in a while." A half-hour pasted before we placed our forks on our empted platters, Howard filled our glasses with the last of the wine, then looking at me he said, "Liz I would like you to tell me something?" "Yes if I can." Oh this is something that only you can tell me." "What is it you want to know?" "Liz have you ever been with a black man before?" I laughed and answered. "Sure I have some dates with a black fellow." "Liz that's not quite what I mean, what I want to know is have you ever had sex with a black man before." I looked down at the table at the empty glass I was holding, and asked "May I have another drink?" Then I said, "Howard I have been is that going to make a difference between us?" "No I just want to know." The cocktail waitress came with our gimlets, then Howard asked "When did you get your cheery popped for the first time by a black man?" I looked at him and asked, "Cheery popped? What's that mean?" "Oh when was the first time you got screwed by a black guy?" I giggled he had tossed the know all telling all ball on to my side of the net and now I had to tell about my past life, just as I had expected Howard to do before dinner. "Howard." I paused for a long time, "I was twenty I had gotten my two year certificate and was in my first year of teaching, I had to get married because my first husband had knocked me up but I had a miscarriage. It was shortly after that I meet an old classmate of mine from collage, his name was BJ Johnson, he was adopted and had been given a long-term teaching contract. Our music teacher at the school where I taught was having trouble with her pregnancy and her doctor ordered her to complete bed. BJ joined the staff and I was so suppressed. I had a crush on him through my two year in collage but was scared to say much more that good day when we would pass each other in the halls or even out side." "My dad was a Baptist Minister and was a strong raciest so was my mom and believe me if he ever knew I want out with a black guy they would both take turns in betting my bottom black and blue. They both blistered it a few times real good as I was growing up for far less sinful behavior I supposedly exhibited." BJ stared to come by my room and visit with me. One evening when he came by I told him that my X was going to be out of town for the evening. BJ wasted no time in asking me to go out for dinner with him and then stopping by his place for a drink. I said yes and by the end of the evening I was naked on the floor in front of his fireplace making love. I had no idea what a condom was or why a guy should wear one, BJ never said a word about it. I just let him take me bare back and I ended up with his baby in my belly. I told my friend Karen and she found a back ally abortion doctor for me. That was what made it so had for me to get pregnant after that. "How many kids do you have Liz?" 
"Was that the only time for you?" "Oh Howard do you have to know every grotesque detail?" "Yes sense I told you." I took a sip of my drink and started again. "Bill and I were quite broke, when Bill decided to join the Navy, he lift me with a one year old and a two mouth baby and a hand full of bills to pay and a mortgage on our home to pay for. That's how I became involved with Franklin, a black man. He took photos and made blue films of me with other black men which he sold, they appeared in black men's sex magazines, that started showing up about that time Franklin told me that the magazines and films were taboo and only sold under the counter in a back alley shop in New York City. Being the gullible, dumb, naive twit and so desperate for money I believed him." During the course of the evening I became more infatuated and more trusting of Howard the way he whispered romantic thing to me in my ear as we danced and the way he smiled at me, I got to feeling safe like he would not betray my trust in him, so I reached down into my purse and pulled out the brown envelop I had placed their for safe keeping and slid it across the table to Howard. He undid the clasp that held it closed and slowly pulled out the contents. "What do we have here Liz are you sure you want me to see this?" "Yes." I responded, "Their the things I did with Franklin, I'm kind of proud of how they turned out, I guess as long as my kids never see the photos I can be happy I did it with him." The magazines were bound together with staples and the paper was not real great but they were the first of their kind so Franklin had told me. They had to be publish in a back room in secret. Howard quickly thumbed through the first magazine. "Ummmmmm, Oh my, oh my, you are a hooked on black men aren't you?" 
I giggled and said, "thank you I take it that you approve of my efforts as a model?" "Oh my yes Liz indeed I do, um, um you sure do have a nice bush and those tit and big nipples look like so much fun to play with." Then he looked at the last magazine and the loose photos. "Honey would you mind if I keep this stuff for a few days so I can look at it better, this is hardly the place and I would like to watch the films. I looked at him and said, "Howard do you promises to return it to me next week?" "Oh yes you can count on it." "Ok, you can keep it then till next week but I have to have it all back then." After that I told him about Mark and what took place. We had both finished our first drinks and I asked Mark, "Would you like one more drink?" He answered back, "Yes." As I stood up perhaps more of my breast became exposed than would normally, the next think I heard was, "WOW Liz, Bill has shown me some old photos of you but now I now first hand what it he means, you're some damned, attractive women." "Oh what photos?" I asked, "Do you really want to know?" "Yes I do." "They were in with your four diaries Liz they were of you fucking with some black guy, you were both naked, it looked to me like he had a damn big pecker, then I read your diary accounts that you keep. Bill wants me to screw your fucking pussy really good." When I returned with our drinks Mark was swimming around in the pool he swam over to the edge of the pool. I had set down our drinks and was starting to set down on the edge of the pool when he grabbed hold of me and pulled me into the pool. He started splashing me, I splashed right back and we started laughing it was fun, I hadn't been in a good splashing fight for sometime. He moved back form me drawing me into deeper water so I could keep hitting him with my splashing, the next thing I knew he was naked, he had pulled of his suit. Then he grabbed hold of me and started to pull off my panties. "Lets swim naked Liz." "No." I said, "I don't swim naked with other men I'm married and have children." "Why not baby you scared, think Bill will get mad at you, or you just a spoiled sport?" "I'm married. That's why not, now give me back my panties." "No way... you fucking slut.." "Please." I felt so embarrassed, standing naked in front of him without my panties on. I swam to the edge of the pool and was starting to climb out when he came up behind me, grabbed hold of my bare hips with his big grease stained hands. "Where do you think your going Liz baby?" That's when he took hold of my bra in back and unhooked it and pulled it off. Then he whispered in my ear, "Liz you have the most fantastic tits I ever seen, I adorn a white woman's breast, can't get enough of them." Then he cupped each of them in his big hands and fondling them and pinching my nipples real hard. He stared to whisper more dirty filthy stuff in my ear, all the time squeezing my breast and finally causing some of my breast milk to gush from my nipples. When that happened he never let up on them. I asked once more, "Please. Mark please won't you stop?" "Liz baby over the last eight mouths Bill and I talked a lot about you and he wants me to give you a good screwing, he thinks you need it, that you have it coming." "Oh your kidding me he would never tell you that." Howard I was scared, of this guy for some reason. Then he ordered, "Get out of the pool lets have those second drinks." When I got out, I started to reach for a towel, but he told me to set next to him naked. I started to shiver not because it was cold but because I was scared of what I was sure was going to happen. We sat there with our drinks Mark had his arm over my shoulder and every once in a while he would give my lift nipple a squeeze and whisper more dirty stuff in my ear and planting small kisses on the side of my nick. It was like my lift breast that somehow seamed to be directly linked to my vagina and my clit, it had been that way for as long as I could remember. I could feel it ever time he pinched my nipple. He was making advances on me like an expert. He started to bite on my ear and he started whispering, "I'm going to make you feel good baby...oh yes!" Then he put his hand on my thigh and said, "I want to feel that soft pussy around my big dick... deep in side." Then he told me. "I'm going to teach you how to give a blow job baby how would you like that?" I started to go into a daze. All sorts of thoughts were filling my head. As he continued whispering to my, it was as if I were desperately trying to fight off his advances. "What happened Liz?" "Oh he almost drug me to my bedroom and fucked me When he finished with me he told me that I should be at his place the nest night to start working for him and Bill. He told me that if I didn't he would make sure that the photos of me as will as my diaries and the films got in to the hands of the school board. So for four years I was his whore and was in no less than twenty five or thirty films and I have no idea how many magazines my photos appeared in." "Liz, how many black guys have you been in bed with?" Howard I really don't know and that's the truth." "Last call for drinks, we close in thirty minutes." the bar tender call out, I felt relieved, I didn't want to talk anymore about my past sex life, I more likely told Howard to much as it was. Howard ordered two more drinks and asked me if I would like one last dance before we lift. When I tried to stand up, I felt a little on the wobbly side. I looked around the dinning room there were only two other couples sitting, in a far corner table and us. When we got out on the dance floor Howard made a move on me, he slipped his hands under the back of my skirt and started to rub my fanny cheeks and pull up my skirt to flash my bottom to the combo. He pulled me ever so close to him and I could feel that some kind of excitement had taken place in the crotch of his pants. I felt embarrassed, and asked him to stop. He refused and said, "Liz you have to nice a fanny it needs to be shown off a bit don't you think so?" "Oh Howard you just a naughty dirty old man that's what you are." With that we want back to our table, finished our drinks and then Howard asked me. "Liz how about you coming over to my place for a night cap, I would love to take some of my own photos of you and maybe you would do a striptease for me?" "Ok but not for very long ok?" I had wish that I hadn't let Howard look at the contents of my envelop, I as much as told him by doing so that I would be his slave or mistress or what ever else he desired of me. With out saying a word about the question he asked of me earlier in the evening, I just felt now that he was going to take that for granted. Donny drove us to Howard's home a short ways out of Chicago, the garage door opened and Donny drove in. Howard got out, walked around the car to my door and opened it. "Welcome to my home Miss. Lay able lady Liz, it's an honor." "Thank you Howard it's a honor to be here." He escorted me through the garage door and up a flight of steps that lead into his living room. He said something to Donny and then asked me to set down. I found a place on his sofa in front of his fireplace. He asked me "Liz would you enjoy a fire if I set one?" "Oh yes very much." Then Donny carried in two vodka gimlets for us. After starting the fire Howard came and sat down beside me, soon his arm was around my shoulder and he was kissing me little kisses on my neck. "Liz, in some ways I wish you hadn't shown me that material." "Oh why?" "It as turned me in to some kind of ragging animal full of lustful desire for you and I don't think I'm going to be able to control myself. Why don't you do a striptease for me, I so want to see you naked. I asked Howard, "Do you have some soft slow sensual music you can help me out with?" "Oh yes I think I can." Then the music started, it was slow, with a strong bass beat that I could feel with in me, it was not difficult to pick up the bet. I started to do what might be called a bump and grind can of dance. With my hands on my hips, I shafted the weight of my body from one foot to the other allowing my body to move as sinuously as I could to the rhythm of the music. The very slowly I slid my hands up the front of my stomach so the could form cups my under my breast so I could bounce them up and down in and effort to inflame and arouse beast in him. Then slowly I unbuttoned my blouse, I turned my back on him and Donny who was watching me and making a film, I slipped my blouse off my shoulders and letting it to fall to my waist, then I turned again facing them with an impish grin, I removed it completely tossing it at Howard. I kissed my hand and blew the kiss to him, and asked, "Does that make you happy big boy?" "Oh you bet your sweet white little ass it does baby." Then I started to undo the few remaining buttons of my skirt, once again turning my back on the guys I let it drop from around my waist to the floor. Turning I face Howard, he a huge glowing grin light up his face, his shirt and tee shirt were off, he was in the process of unfastening his belt when he yelled at me, "Come on my sweet little bitch get the bra off for me, I can't stand it any longer your driving me wild." This time I didn't turn my back on him I just reached around my back unbuttoned the hooks of my bra and tossed it at him, "There are you happy now?" I yelled at him, then I cupped my titties and bounced them in my hands and pressed them together. Do you like the looks of my titties my dearest dirty old man?" "Oh you are hooked on black guys aren't you my sweet little slut?" I thought to myself, yes it was true, I had been ever sense BJ and I had sex that night so many years ago. Then with out fanfare I slid my g- string down my legs and stepped out of it, giggling and blushing, wiggling and gyrating my hips in total nakedness, lusting all the while for what ever would take place next. Wow, oh wow...Did Howard ever gave me a lecherous look as he stood up from the sofa, he grabbed hold off my wrist and pull me down on to the sofa next to him where he started the brutal ravishing of my body with barbaric passion, kissing me, squeezing and pinching my breast and nipples, ordering me to spread my legs wide forcing so he could finger my clit and force his fingers into my sex hole. I longed for this moment of primitive, wild frenzied foreplay that ended up being on the primeval side. Vulgar obscene slang poured from his mouth intended to inflame and stimulate my psyche to even greater heights of rapacious lustful wanton bestial desire for him. He grabbed me by the hair and told. "Slut lay down over my lap with that beautiful ass facing up and your butt high in the air." That's when he started the brutal ravishing of my body with barbaric passion He made a throaty, indiscernible sound as he spread my ass cheeks so he could tongued my clitoris for a short while. Then still holding my ass checks apart he kissed me on my asshole and did his best to force his tongue in to it. Without a word of warning, he slapped my right buttock violently, then again. I quivered. "Your a dirty sexy slut, aren't you Liz!" he told me. "You need to have a damn good spanked good every once in a while, don't you Liz! I bet my lip and did my best not to cry. Howard was watching my reaction, then faster and harder when I didn't complain. After only a few more swats the tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't believe it. I had never even fantasized about B&D. But here I was getting my ass spanked and while it hurt. "I bet you're always teasing black men around you with your nice big titties and that soft white ass of yours..." "Ohhhhh yes......you're right...I love to go to a bars alone and try getting picked up." That was a lie. I whimpered loud and he spanked me again. Then I cried out "Ohhhhhhh...Howard I love the sound of your hand slapping my ass!" It was exciting being spanked. It did hurt and he meant for it to hurt, but it was also real turn. Somehow Howard had reached a part of me that I never knew existed before. I was actually enjoying his smacks to my totally exposed bottom. Somehow, I found it fitting to be punished for my wicked thoughts about black cock. After fifteen or twenty blows he stopped. My butt was really tingling, and it hurt, but it also felt wonderful. To say that I was confused is an understatement. I was so wet and worked up! I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure and the pain that were coursing through my body. No man had done this to me sense my daddy had yanked my panties off one day when I was a little girl, turned me over his knee and paddled me. Howard slapped again and again then began lapping at my ass hole like a dog, spanking my ass ever once in a while. "You like having a big, black buck dominate you, don't you? Don't just look ashamed, if it's true, tell me!" "Yes. yes I do... I want you to dominate me Howard I need it, I don't deserve any better kind of sex life than what you will give me." Howard and I had been at this for close to and hour when he told me to get off his lap so he could see my big tits and soft white ass. I did it. I stood naked before him and turned around in a circle before his eyes. He didn't touch, just stirred at me, with a wicked grin on his face. It sent shivers down my spine. I was his emotional and sexual hostage his slave just as he had wanted. By allowing Howard to totally dominating me, some part of my mind was convinced that I wasn't being accountable for my wicked sins of lust and now I was to pay the price. There was no turning back." I think you will like being degraded and pushed around by me, and you will find that your quite happy serving me in any way I want. Is that right?" The words shook me to my very core. I didn't speak. How could I admit to this man that I was just a piece of white smutty trash that wanted his cock wanted him more than my self-respect I knew I wanted him more than anything that I had ever wanted. If that meant being spanked or degraded in any way even made pregnant then that's what I would do. "Would you like to stop for drink my little slut?" I said, "Yes." I needed one after what I had just been through and what I had just admitted to him. 
Howard set his glass down and got on the floor in front of me and ordered me to slid forward on the sofa and spread my legs. I knew what would come next. Howard situated himself between my legs and started to kiss my on the thigh. He wanted to work his way to my pussy slowly, just to teasing as he did. He had no idea how erotic this would be to for me. My breathing got heavier and I almost moaned a few times. Finally he reached my moist center and kissed me directly on the clit. I jump in pleasure. He began to lick and suck on my clit like the pro he must have been. In just minutes, I was shivering with orgasm. If he didn't get there soon, I think I'd scream! Then finally, his tongue flicked my clit, I thought I would die if he suck it, his fingers quickly darting in and out of my cunt, while his other hand was busy pinching my nipples between his fingers, I was moaning and he was loving the torture he was putting me through. I begged him to suck my clit real hard and to nibble on it with his teeth. He kept telling me patience my dear slut patience, then she climbed between my legs I could feel him rubbing his cock against my clit, my eyes where closed but I could feel him breath close to my face, I could smell my pussy on his lips then his mouth reached mine and he kissed me so deep and so passionately but yet more gently than I had ever been kissed by a man. I was panting, and my body was one big ache, every part of me wanting to be touched by Howard, every inch just screaming to meet his, I realized that he was enjoying this as much as I was! I had the urge to have something in my mouth, I realized that I wanted, to suck his cock, I had never before wanted to suck on anything as badly as I wanted to suck him off! Over the next hour or so I sucked Howard's cock to a massive erection and he planted two hot loads of hi scum in my sex hole. 
An envelope was on the nightstand next to the bed with my name on it a note written on the out side. Liz you will need to call a cab here is your cab fare, and a tip. Now that you are my whore and slave I will make sure that you get many nice tips like this one. It was signed Howard. When I opened the envelope I found one hundred and twenty five dollars. I so wanted to see him again and again. I felt I had now sold my soul to the devil forever. Before it ended Howard say how excited Donny had become and told him to fuck me. "Oh, no, not my ass! Please, not there Donny! Ow! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh, sure! Shove it all the way in, you bastard!" After Donny was finished with me he spanking my white will fucked still upraised ass for calling him a bastard! I had it coming. 
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