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After John had fucked his first dark skin woman, he couldn’t get them out of his brain.. It had been in the Navy when he was only 18 and on liberty in the Windward Islands. One night a bunch of older salts (sailors) took him to a local whorehouse. Since he was a virgin the ladies at the house picked straws to see who would take his cheery for free.

Fair or not, it turned out that the winner was the youngest girl in the house. He spent almost off his money on booze for the rest of the guys that night and after an hour of sex he came back to the bar with a big shit-eating grin on his face. He had just lost his cheery and spent one hour of non-stop sex with this beautiful black woman who made him cum 3 times in that hour.

John smiled as he remembered he was a little scared and a little excited about it all. He was excited about getting laid, and a little scared about a young black woman taking his virginity. He had heard some of them were crazy in bed and could actually hurt a untrained man/boy like him. But, this girl was young, very young and extremely pretty with a fantastic ass and a great set of tits. The guys told him: “She was made for fucking so go do her and the US Navy right boy.”

He did and, she did him good too. It seemed that once she got him going, he couldn’t stop. Every port his ship stopped in over the four-month cruise, he would look for dark skin women and pay to fuck them. It didn’t matter if they were Asian, Italians, Spanish, or South Americans, whatever, as long as they had darker skin than he did. In fact he would be happy to pay the price. Once he had two of them. One fucked him until he shot his load deep inside her and then the other girl sucked him until he shot his load again, twice in 35 minutes.

John loved dark skin women. However over the 8 years he had been out of the service, he had not had the chance to meet a beautiful dark skin woman unless she was a whore and he paid for it. The ones he was interested in were always to nasty with big attitudes, or they were too involved with someone else at the time, or they had no interest in him.

When he went out of town on business he would from time to time, pay for one to come to his room. He told the contact for these women that they had to suck his cock and then fuck him anyway he wanted, and they had to be special. He wanted them young no one over 25 and he wanted them pretty. If he was going to pay for it, he was going to have the type he wanted and do with her what he wanted. Only an expensive call girl would do that. But he loved them so much, he didn’t care and would spend $400 -500 or more a night for them. It was fun and they got his rocks off

But what John really wanted was a longer-term relationship with a woman. A relationship, where she could live with John and love him and treat him with respect and of course fuck him whenever he wanted it. He especially wanted to have sex with her but he also wanted a relationship that lasted one or two days or nights.

He loved fucking women of all color oriental, black, brown or red.. But seeing his thick white cock going in and out of a dark skin woman’s pussy was something special and made him really hot. He always felt the sex was so much better too. He loved to fuck them like an animal. He would fuck them until his white cum was pumped into her pussy and then he would kiss and lick around her cunt so he could watch it run out over her dark skin. God that was so fucking sexy. His cock hurt sometimes just thinking about it.

John was nice looking, 6′1″ with brown hair and eyes. He worked out a lot and had a nice hard athletic body. He had a great job and made lots of money. He dated a great deal of women and had scored with most of them. But, he didn’t have much long-lasting success with dark skin women. He had learned over the years, that most of them loved to have their pussies licked and sucked. They really craved for a man to do that to them. He was told by a few of the ladies he had dated that they hardly ever had their pussy eaten regularly by their men. So if you could eat pussy, you had a chance to do it with them. And, later you would have a great fucking.

When Alexis showed up at one of the local association meetings he belonged too, John was full of lust for her immediately. She was very beautiful. She was dark skinned with a lot of oriental and Afro-American blood mixed in her. She had long straight coal black hair and beautiful smooth silky dark skin. Her eyes were brown but very bright and she had a beautiful smile with a heart shaped face that would make your heart stop when she smiled.

Her body was spectacular. The thing he noticed right away was her height. She must have been 5′ 10′, almost as tall as he was. She had very long shapely legs that complemented and showed off her wonderful round firm ass. Her breasts were large, very large and he wondered if she had implants. The size of her breasts and shape of her body made her look like a Playboy model to him. He wanted her the first second he saw her. God she was beautiful and he had to say something to her. He was the first to introduce his self and welcomed her to the local organization. He could tell from their conversation that she was very well educated and very smart in her field of business, finance just like him.

They sat together at dinner with about 6 other people that night. He learned she worked for a local power company in the city and would be attending the national association meeting in Florida in 2 months. He also learned that she did business with the same bank he did and he asked if she was going to their party? She told him she hadn’t heard about it and since she was new, she was most likely not invited.

John saw his chance and said he could get her an invitation if she wanted to go. In fact, he asked her to go with him. She hesitated for a long time and finally told him OK, she would love to go with him if she didn’t get her own invitation. This big bank held the party each year for their customers who attended the National Association’s function, and everyone who attended always had a great time.

Later that month, Alexis called John and told him she had received an invitation from her account officer and was going to dinner with her before the party. She told him she would see him there and promised him a few dances. She smiled and told him she would be away in some classes and then on vacation for the rest of that month. She didn’t think she would be at the next local meeting. She told him she would call him and let him know for sure about the party.

They left after dinner and he walked her to her car, which was in the same parking lot as his car. They exchanged business cards and she thanked him, got into her car and drove home. He did the same. When he got in bed that night, he had to jerk off. He had a great orgasm and shot a huge load of cum out on the towel. The towel was brown and he smiled as he was thinking it was her skin.

After that evening, he didn’t see her, but he did call her to make sure she was going. She told him yes and looked forward to seeing him again. She also told him to not forget to save her a dance or two! He assured her she could have all the dances she wanted with him. She then asked him if they could maybe hang out together since she really didn’t know many people. John of course told her he would be happy to hang out with her and introduce her to some folks!

He didn’t see her again until the night of the big party during the national association meeting but they had talked on the phone three times to make sure they were able to meet and then go to the party. John told her he always went to this bank’s party. It was known as the best party out of the all the bank parties. There would be lots of dancing, great music, and plenty of food and drink. Everyone really got a chance to relax and enjoy the fun. He told her that the invitation read the party was over at midnight but many people danced and carried on until 1 or 2AM. He told her he could remember in one case that it had been after 3 AM, before he had left. She laughed and seemed to be very interested in what he told her. He also told her to dress casual.

John got to the party around 8 PM and looked immediately for Alexis. He got a drink and saw a few of the same people he always saw at this party. He drank and danced for over an hour with different women. But he couldn’t locate Alexis anywhere and wondered if maybe she wasn’t coming. God he hoped she was. He was having a good time, but if Alexis showed up and they hit it off, he would have a great time.

While he had been drinking quiet a lot, he had also danced a great deal and wasn’t drunk. It was about 9:30 PM by the time she got there, and man did she look good. She had on a dark red skirt, which was very short. Her blouse was semi-low cut and showed off her body. She was standing there with he guessed her account manager and a couple of people. He could see her looking around he hoped she was looking for him.

John was thinking how good she would look in a bed, his bed. Her long black hair hung over her shoulders and she really was beautiful. She looked unbelievable while she was not all dressed up, she did look very classy! Her skirt was casual and fit her very nicely. Many people wore jeans to this function since there was a great deal of dancing and carrying on. John remembered one time about a half a dozen couples danced on the bar before the night was over.

But then some others came from a semi-formal dinner before hand or some other place where you had to dress up. So it depended on what their account office had planned. Alexis was dressed very nice. He had to dance with her. The few drinks he had gave him courage to move in on the three guys and two women she came in with.

As John walked towards her, she was talking to the 3 men, he found out later one was her boss. She didn’t know who the other guys were but one was white and one was black. John was betting all three of them were just waiting for a chance to get her alone and hoping they would get lucky that night. But John was going to be the first guy to dance with her. He would see after that what was going on.

He walked up to her and said: “Alexis. I have been looking for you. We have a dance don’t we?”

She smiled and said: “John! Yes we do. Let’s do it.”

He took her hand and they walked to the dance floor. He told her how beautiful she looked and that he was hoping they could dance together all night saying, “Remember you promised me 2 or 3 dances girl. But the way you look I could dance with you all night!”

She smiled at John and they started dancing. The music was loud and fast and she dance like she was with him and him alone. Her movements made John want her more. Anyone who could dance and move like she was moving, must be one hell of a fuck in bed! She danced swaying her hips and sometimes they were so close to each other their hips and bodies hit each other. They stayed out on the floor for a long time dancing to three or four songs in a row.

Alexis wasn’t trying to look that sexy, but she just was that sexy. Her very long legs and great round ass made all guys standing around watching her. As she danced she put her hands over her had and swayed her hips making John and every other man very horny. But her big tits were the main attraction tonight. Her fairly low cut blouse showed her very deep cleavage and that skirt moved with the music teasing anyone watching.

They had a great time spending about ½ hour on the crowded dance floor. It was hot. Finally the building turned on the air condition. It was cooling down the dance floor. The two of them danced to another song and then another and then another. Alexis said she was getting very warm so they when for a drink. She began to get cooler now and when she did her nipples pressed against her blouse and looked like they could put your eyes out if you bumped into her going around the corner.

John’s eyes were fixed on them when she took her hand and raised his head saying: “Hey John, I have a face too baby.”

They both laughed and he pulled her to him. She pushed back a little and told him: “Hey big boy. I thank you for getting me away from that wolf pack of men, but that doesn’t mean you can own me or can grab me and pull on me.”

John shook his head and said: “Yea. You’re right Alexis. I have had too much to drink and I’m not thinking to clearly. Sorry! But woman you look so dam good in that red skirt.”

She smiled and said, “oh yea? How good John?”

He smiled and said, “Good enough to eat.”

He smiled at her again and she smiled back at him very sexy before saying, “Oh that good huh? You really think so John? Good enough to eat, really? Well.. Thank you thank you very much.”

A slow dance started, one of the few that night, and John put his drink down and didn’t give her a chance to say no. They went back out on the floor and he took her hand as they slowly moved together. He held her gentle in his arms as they moved very slowly to the music. The floor got really crowded and pushed them tighter together. His hand rested on the top of her ass and he held her very tight feeling her full breasts push against him. He started to get hard and was hoping she could feel him against her body.

She didn’t stop him or push him away. Instead she put her arms around his neck as he held her around her waist tight. Her first step was on his toe. She said: “Oh my! Sorry John I don’t slow dance very much. No one ever asks me.”

He looked her right in her beautiful face and told her: “Well you should. Your man don’t know what he’s missing not holding you like this and feeling you with him.”

She told him: “I don’t have a man. Not any more.”

He smiled and pulled her closer yet to him . He inhaled her sent. Her perfume was there but not over powering. As he held her he said: “You smell great. What’s that called?”

She smiled at then laughed saying: “Its called climax. But don’t get any ideas from that!”

He laughed and almost felt like he was blushing a little. He said: “Will I like the name. I like it a lot. Did I tell you how great you look tonight? Let me tell you one more time.”

She smiled at him and she let him pull her to him until there was no light was between them. He felt her large breasts pressing harder against him and as they dance her knee would move between his legs tight once in a while. He arms were around her waist and his hands were resting just a little lower on her ass now.

Alexis’s ass stuck out, making her long legs look even better. John was feeling dangerous and let his hand slide another inch or two down over her roundness. She didn’t stop him but whispered, “That’s far enough. Don’t move it any lower John. OK?”

It was still far enough down her ass for John to know she had a great one. He smiled and told her how nice she felt and he loved dancing with her so close to him. He poured it on. Telling her she was the best looking woman in the place and if he got to drunk would she take him home.

He smiled and whispered that if he got drunk she could do with his body whatever she wanted.

She told him: “If he got drunk she wouldn’t dance with him any more.”

He promised not to have another drink all night. She laughed. They had been dancing continuously with each other now for over an hour. Mostly fast songs, but at least he had one very slow dance with her. Fast was good too since he could watch her body move. Then he saw his banker buddy that he did business with tip the bandleader. And, all of a sudden another slow song started to play. His friend winked at him. John pulled Alexis back into his arms, and this time she put both arms around his neck without him asking her.

They rubbed against each other slowly dancing very close. His cock came alive. He was sure she could feel it pressing against her. And that dress was thin and soft against his skin. Her nipples were hard again and pushed out against the material of the dress. With both her arms around his neck her cleavage was even deeper now and her breasts bulged over the top. Her tits looked fantastic. They moved very slowly together and she was learning his moves.

He held her very, very close now. Neither one said a word for almost the entire song. As it started to end, Alexis pull away a little so she could look John in the face. She asked him: “Did you mean it John?”

John looked at her not understanding what she was talking about. He had cleared most of the booze out of his brain by dancing so long. He was completely sober now as the song ended. But, another slow song started up (thank you Mr. Banker.). They stood on the dance floor holding each other but not moving. They stood looking into each other’s faces. He said; “Did I mean what Alexis?”

They started swaying again as he held her tight. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and grinned her body on him. He loved the feel on his cock as her hips moved against him and her knee was moving between his knees full time now. She just move against him for another few seconds before saying: “Did you mean it when you said I looked good and that I was the best looking woman in this place? Did you mean it? Or was it just a line to get me out here and dance with you?”

John smiled and said: “Hell yes I believe that. You are the best looking woman here babe. And, I wasn’t drunk and I wasn’t lying. You are the best looking woman in here and in fact you are the best woman I have ever danced with in my life.”

They both smiled as she pulled his face towards him and kissed him lightly and quickly. She smiled and said: “Thank you John. I tried to look especially nice tonight. And, I was hoping to see you and hoped you would notice.”

He kissed her back harder and told her, “You look good all the time Alexis. In fact you never look bad or even average. Honest woman, you always look good. Good enough to eat.”

There he said it again! She just looked at him as they pressed their bodies tighter against each other. She kissed him again and his cock was very hard now and he knew she could feel it pressing against her thigh as her thigh came between his legs and pressed against it as they move around the dance floor. The next time her thigh went between his thighs he stopped dancing and just held her tight pressing his cock hard against her upper thigh.

She looked into his eyes and asked; “What are you doing? Why did you stop dancing?”

He smiled and told her: “I want to be sure you know how good you are making me fel1. Plus I love to just hold you tight and dance with you tight in my arms. So, I just wanted to hold you in the right position so maybe you could feel it too.”

She punched his arm and said: “Keep dancing sexy. I can feel you OK. I felt you a ½ hour ago and I can feel you now. By the way what time is it?”

He laughed out loud when she told him that and looked at his watch saying: “It’s 12:15AM. Why?”

She said: “OH. I better be going it’s getting late John.”

John didn’t want the night to end and said: “It’s Saturday night Alexis, no work, or classes tomorrow baby. What’s the hurry? Aren’t you having a good time?”

She stopped dancing completely now and said; “Oh no John. I’m having a great time. It’s been wonderful. I just think I better be getting back to the hotel. I promised my folks I would come visit them for dinner tomorrow afternoon. You know on Sunday and it’s a 2 hour drive both ways.”

John looked at her and said: “I didn’t know your folks lived in Florida?”

She said: “They moved here 3 years ago when my dad retired.”

He then asked: “Then can I take you home? I promise I’ll be a perfect gentlemen.”

She laughed and said: “Well then no you can’t. But, if you’re a little daring, we can share a cab if you want. We’re both staying at the same place, the Marriott, right?”

She saw Marcus sitting behind the wheel drinking the last beer when she regained her senses. His dick was half hard and still encased in the sheath filled with his cum. She sat up using what little strength she had left. Reached for Marcus’s beer, took a big swallow, performed her now familiar soft belch and smiled.

“Wow,” she said.

“Give me your panties.”

Without hesitating she reached down, picked up her panties, and handed them to Marcus. He wrapped them around his dick and used them to remove the cum-filled condom without soiling his hands. After wiping his now soft dick and his balls with the clean part of the panties he tossed the soggy mess out the window.

“Next time,” he thought, “I won’t use a condom and I’ll have the little bitch clean my dick with her mouth.”

Cindy pushed her skirt down, retrieved and put on her bra and halter-top and, with a smile on her face, told herself that next time she would have to bring a washcloth or a second pair of panties.

*******

As they pulled into the apartment complex, Marcus nudged Cindy who had fallen asleep against him on the short ride from the lake.

“Wake up Babe. You’re home.”

Marcus parked the truck. He gently pulled Cindy close, leaned over and softly kissed her slightly parted lips. “You’re the greatest, Cindy.”

“That was fantastic, Marcus. Remember now, you promised not to tell my brother I had a beer with you at the lake,” she said as a big smile erupted.

Marcus returned the smile.

“My lips are sealed Sugar,” he replied as Cindy climbed from the truck.

“This bitch is going to make my summer,” he thought, as he pulled onto the main road.

He couldn’t wait to continue her education. In a few days she would be craving more and more of his black cock. She would deep-throat him, let him fuck her tits while he came all over her lily-white face and beg him to take her in the ass. Then, if she learned everything real good, he might even take her to the club and let her meet the other brothers.

Day Two

Eighteen-year-old Cindy awoke with the sun well on its way to its zenith. A warm, soft summer breeze drifted through the open window and across her erect nipples, making them poke up like two miniature teepees against the 300-count cotton sheet covering her naked body. As she uncoiled and stretched her body to its fullest extent the sheet slid off her luscious c-cup breasts allowing the breeze to directly caress her nearly bursting nipples.

A rush shuddered through her body caused in part by the breeze swirling on her nakedness but more so by the erotic images swirling through her head from last night. She pictured herself astride Marcus on the front seat of his Ford F-150 truck with his strong, large hands wrapped firmly around her waist driving her fast and hard up and down his massive, black cock, her body shaking and trembling. She remembered screaming as she experienced her third or fourth orgasm of the night - she had really lost count.

Her hands slid beneath the sheet and slowly, tenderly, gingerly her fingers began circling her slick swollen outer pussy lips. She was, admittedly, a little sore. It’s not like she had been a virgin last night. She had been with a few boys before Marcus. But, that’s all they were, just boys. Marcus was her first experience with a man, a real man who not only knew how to treat a woman, but had the most impressive dick she had yet seen. It was thick and long with a large mushroom shaped head and he had been so careful and gentle when he entered her.

Now she couldn’t wait. Sore or not she plunged her hand into her moist pussy and began to finger herself as fast as she could while rubbing her clit frantically. Her pounding hand made sucking and slurping sounds as it withdrew and then plunged back into her now sloppy honey hole. The frantic fingering and the vision of Marcus’s dick stretching her pussy lips to the maximum drove her to a shuddering orgasm.

She had never brought herself off like this before. God, she was falling in love with that man.

“I wonder if Marcus feels the same way?” she said aloud as she lay spread-eagle, recovering her breath and basking in the warmth of the post-orgasmic glow and the summer breeze.

Leaving the bed and walking into the shower she recalled her first real blow job experience last night. Willingly she had wrapped her lips around this older guy’s dick, enjoying the feel of the blood-engorged shaft, soft and velvety yet hard and throbbing, as she sucked and slid her mouth up and down, following his instructions. She particularly relished the sweet taste of his pre-cum that she licked up with her tongue. She wasn’t able to finish the job though. He had pulled her head off before he came in her mouth, then lifted her like a rag doll and placed her gently on his fully aroused, rock-hard black cock and proceeded to give her the best fuck of her young life.

“I wonder if he was as satisfied as I was,” she thought. “If not, I’ll try harder next time. I’ll do whatever he wants,” she sighed to herself.

“Of course”, she smiled and said aloud, “he’ll have to keep bringing the pot - sex and drugs, not a bad combination.”

Cindy stood naked in front of her bathroom mirror blow drying her shoulder length blond hair when her cell phone, which was lying on the counter near the door, rang. Before answering she looked at the display and saw it was him.

“Hi Marcus. How you doin’?” she said with a smile in her voice.

“Hey Babe, good news, I’m through at noon today. We’re not getting the afternoon shipment so the boss is sending some of us home early. I’ll clean up and then swing by to pick you up at 1:00. We’ll go for a ride, maybe get some lunch or hit the beach? What do you think?”

“Why not just come over here and hang with me. I’m all alone. Mom and my brother are working and my little sister’s still at soccer camp.”

“Great, I’ll be over at 1:00. See you then”, Marcus said. He didn’t disconnect immediately, however. He knew what she was going to ask and he waited until he heard the expected request.

“Wait! Uh, Marcus. Could you ah, bring some ah, you know, umm what we had last night? Cindy stammered.

“Yeah, sure babe, I know what you want. Don’t worry your little head. I’ll bring as much as you can handle and maybe even some Captain Morgan Gold.” he said smoothly.

“Thanks Marcus. Hurry, I miss you.”

Marcus folded his phone, slipped it into his pocket and adjusted his already hardening cock as he began to imagine how far the little bitch’s training would progress this afternoon.

****

Marcus pulled into the condo complex with the bag holding the pot, the rum and some ice cold cans of Coke on the seat beside him.

“No need for condoms this time,” he thought, licking his lips and grinning.

Cindy must have been waiting by the door and watching because it opened before he reached the top step. He couldn’t get over how hot this eighteen-year-old was. None of the girls in his college graduating class had had a body like her fully developed one. The tiny nylon running shorts and the high-heel sandals she wore accentuated her long shapely legs. Her obviously braless, firm, c-cup breasts with their fully erect nipples were clearly outlined beneath what was most likely one of her brother’s college t-shirts that had been trimmed short, exposing her well toned midriff and the beginning rise of her breasts.

He stepped into the condo and barely had time to put his package on the foyer table before she had her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts crushing against his skin tight mesh shirt, her crotch rubbing against him like a dog in heat, her luscious full lips open against his and her tongue darting in and out of his mouth.

Marcus slipped his strong hands around her heart-shaped ass, squeezed her firm yet pliable cheeks and pulled her crotch in tighter while lifting her slightly so his dick would press against what he knew was her already moist cunt. .

“God,” she thought, “I feel so good in this man’s arms.” She could feel him already hard against her as she leaned her head back, looked in his eyes and smiled. “Wow, just like I remembered. Damn, you feel good,” she said as Marcus removed his right hand from her ass, slid it forward under her t-shirt and began gently caressing her breasts, softly rolling first one and then the other nipple between his strong fingers. So gentle, such a nice man, Cindy sighed silently to herself.

Cindy leaned away still looking into his warm, deep-brown eyes, now holding his left hand in her right while he continued to gently, caringly fondle her soft naked breasts. Her eyes were glazing over from the arousal his ministrations were creating. She tilted her head slightly and smiled as a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Did you bring me a present?” she was finally able to ask.

“Of course Babe,” came his reply, as he gave one of her nipples a firm tweak, removed his hand from her soft flesh, picked up the bag he had brought and held it extended in front of her eyes. “It’s in here.”

She led him further into the condo, to the couch in the family room, and sat down. Instead of joining her he remained standing, opened the bag, reached in, and removed a plastic baggie containing enough pot for several joints and a packet of Zig-Zag rolling papers.

“Here, roll some joints while I go into the kitchen and make us a couple of drinks”, he said tossing the baggie on the glass-topped coffee table in front of the couch.

“And don’t light up without me. Wait until I get back,” he said in a tone which caused her to quickly turn her head and stare up at him towering over her.

She thought she saw a subtle change in his features. His jaw had become firmer and a cold steely glint seemed to take over his eyes sending a slight shiver through her body. But then quickly his features changed again. The soft smile and warm brown eyes returned before he turned and headed for the kitchen, making her wonder if she had imagined the brief change.

Cindy removed the Zig-Zag papers from the baggie and inspected the pot. It was clean, no seeds, no stems and would roll easily. She noticed her hands were shaking slightly as she filled the center of the paper and started to roll it tight. She always got a little jittery she realized, before she smoked but as soon as she took a few hits she felt fine and calmed down. She licked the paper, pressed it closed and twisted the ends, sealing the joint. She placed the rolled joint in the ashtray next to the Bic butane lighter and reached for a second paper.

Before she touched the paper however, she stopped, looked at the rolled joint and thought of what Marcus had said. Of course he didn’t mean it. What was the harm if she took a few hits before he returned. Besides, she already decided she needed something to calm her nerves.

She picked up the joint, placed it between her lips, grabbed the Bic and flicked it four times before the bluish butane flame sparked to life. She extinguished the lighter and took her first hit of the day. She held it for several seconds with her mouth clamped shut while the familiar feelings started in her chest and expanded throughout her body. She released her breath and immediately drew in another deep drag. This one she held longer before releasing it. Cindy snuffed out the partially smoked joint, laid it on the edge of the ashtray and reached for the papers to begin rolling the second joint. She saw that her hands were no longer shaking.

Meanwhile, Marcus was in the kitchen watching her from the doorway where he had stopped. When he saw Cindy take her two deep hits, he chuckled silently to himself. It’s time to proceed with the next step in the little slut’s training, he thought with obvious relish. I’ll have to punish the bitch for disobeying me. Introduce her to pain. Not hurt her, just a little pain so she knows who’s in charge and what happens if she disobeys.

He turned and walked to the kitchen counter to mix the drinks. He sported a full grin and his dick, which had relaxed somewhat since the encounter at the front door, had started to harden again.

Marcus arranged two tall glasses filled with ice on the counter, some lime slices that he had found in the vegetable tray of the refrigerator to his pleasant surprise, the bottle of Captain Morgan rum and the cans of Coke. He poured a stiff shot of rum into one of the ice filled glasses, topped it off with some Coke, squeezed in a little lime juice and rubbed the lime slice on the rim of the glass before dropping it on top of the mixed drink. He repeated the procedure with the second set-up but left out the rum. This second drink, the rum-less one, was for him.

“All set with the drinks.” he said as he re-entered the family room holding both drinks. He headed for the couch and the coffee table where Cindy was just twisting the ends of the third rolled joint. Marcus carefully placed the rum drink close to Cindy, placed his rum-free drink close to him, an uncomfortable reach for her.

“What’s this?” Marcus said as he stared at the half-smoked joint, pretending to just notice it. This time there was no doubt that his voice was tinged with anger and the soft brown eyes and smiling face had morphed into the cold stare she had glimpsed earlier.

” I’m ah, I ‘m sorry Marcus. I didn’t think you’d mind if I started without you.” Cindy said lowering her eyes submissively.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? I said don’t start without me.”

His right hand shot forward, grabbed her nipple and a knot of tit flesh through her t-shirt and twisted painfully. At the same time he grasped a handful of her hair, pulled her head forward and stifled her scream with a kiss.

The pain shot through her breast and the scream died in her throat, blocked by his kiss. She felt his hand suddenly release the vice-like pressure on her nipple and as quickly as it began, the pain started to subside. He was now probing her mouth with his tongue and softly, carefully massaging away the throbbing pain in her nipple.

As he relaxed his grip and ran the palm of his hand over her nipple, he felt her body tremble. He knew that residual weaker surges of pain would be radiating from her abused nipple. He continued to fondle her full mound and then lightly stroked his thumb across the over-excited nipple, enjoying her squirming in his arms.

These white bitches never seemed to fully understand the nature of pain, and its relationship to pleasure. He would delight in teaching Cindy. Oh yes, he would enjoy humiliating her and teaching her all about the pleasure of pain, and pleasing his cock.

“Sorry Babe, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His soothing voice broke through the confusing feelings of pain and pleasure he had created in her. “I just wanted to share with you, Baby. You know, do things together, like a couple. I got upset that you didn’t listen to what I said and wait for me.”

“I’m sorry Marcus. I won’t do it again. I’ll do what you say,” she apologized while a few tears trickled from her eyes and rolled slowly down her cheek. “It won’t happen again. I promise.”

“I know it won’t, Babe.” Marcus said as he leaned in, kissing and licking the tears from her cheeks, and continuing to gently stroke her bruised nipple.

“Here, have a drink and let’s finish the joint.”

She was still confused about the mixed feelings that were coursing through her body as Marcus handed her the drink. The drink was strong, she thought, taking a good sized swallow, but it was cold and refreshing. Smoking joints always dried out her mouth. She took a second, bigger gulp and lost her train-of-thought.

Marcus had picked-up the half-smoked joint and recharged it with one flick of the Bic. He took a small hit and passed it to the confused eighteen year-old sitting on the couch. Picking up his drink he walked across the carpeted room to the recliner in the corner, sank down into the overly comfortable chair and watched his teen beauty get high on rum and pot as he sipped his Coke and lime drink. His dick was fully hard now and begging to be released. “Let the training continue,” he thought.

“You know what, Babe? You’re really hot”, he said from across the room. “You must be so proud of your great body. It’s beautiful, your face, your hair, your tits, and great legs. You have an ass to die for. You’re perfect!” he said placing his drink on the small table beside the recliner and flashing his 1,000 watt smile.

Cindy was sitting on the couch across the room from him, laid back with her legs splayed and toes barely touching the plush carpet. She was feeling warm and light-headed from the rum and the joint. But, she was also glowing with pride as her man showered her with compliments. He must truly like her. She knew she would be able to satisfy him.

“Let me see your beautiful body. Stand up and strip for me.” He ordered.

Smiling, glassy eyed, she rose on shaky legs. She reached out to hold the end of the couch to stabilize herself until her light-headedness settled. Still a little wobbly, but standing unsupported, she kicked off her shoes and slowly raised her brother’s trimmed down college t-shirt above her head and threw it on the floor.

She slid her thumbs inside the waistband of her thin nylon running shorts and, bending at the waist, began to slide them over her curvaceous hips. The integral mesh liner clung to her sopping wet pussy as the waistband moved down. The liner stretched and finally broke free as Cindy continued sliding the tiny running shorts to the floor.

She stepped out of the shorts and left them on the floor at her feet. She righted herself, smiled and looked at her handsome black lover sitting across the room from her. Judging by the tenting bulge in his shorts, she saw he was enjoying the view.

Marcus had seen the bruising around the nipple on her left breast as soon as her t-shirt was lifted. “It was her own damn fault,” he rationalized. Next time though, he would have to be a bit more careful to not damage the merchandise.

“No, don’t straighten up. I like it when your tits hang down and sway. Better yet, get down on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

Cindy quickly complied. On all fours, with her tits hanging free of her young body she raised her eyes and smiled at Marcus.

“Now, move ‘em, Babe.”

She began to slowly rotate her upper body, her tits swaying from side to side with the motion. It felt good to be pleasing her man. She was proud of her body, proud of the way her breasts looked and she was only too willing to display herself for her man’s pleasure.

“Ah, that’s nice,” he said. “Now crawl, Baby. Crawl to me.”

With her head held high, her hair hanging down, her tits swaying, her heart-shaped ass rolling with each crawl step, she moved sensuously across the carpet toward the handsome, muscular black man waiting for her. Damn, she never realized how erotic it could be displaying herself for a man. Her pussy was getting soaking wet just pleasing him.

“This bitch learns fast,” Marcus thought, as he unzipped, slipped his shorts and boxers smoothly off his legs and freed his swollen cock.

Cindy watched as his huge black cock sprung free, pointing straight up. She could feel, and even smell, her own juices seeping from her swollen pussy lips and smearing the inside of her thighs making them wet and slick. She could see Marcus’s cock pulsing and twitching with his pre-cum glistening on the head.

The rum, the pot, and the sexual arousal, produced a trance like state moving her forward, bringing her lips ever closer to the large head of his black cock. Reaching her goal, she wrapped her hands around his cock and fed the blood filled head into her open, inviting lips.

Marcus’s dick harden, the slit expand to release more pre-cum. As she ran her lips down the glistening shaft, she used her tongue, as he had taught her, to massage the head, licking up all the pre-cum she could, moving it to the back of her tongue and swallowing. The taste was as sweet as she remembered.

Her lips opened wide as she began her slow journey down his shaft and back up to where her lips clung to the underside of the large head while her tongue continued to caress the rough skin around the leaking slit. She couldn’t take all of him in her mouth, but she was determined to do better than she had last night. So, she repeated the movement of her lips, going down further with each repetition until she felt his massive cock touch the back of her mouth, poised at her throat opening. It was then that she heard Marcus moan.

“Yes,” he said, “suck that black cock with those pretty red lips. You like my black cock don’t you, Babe.”

“Mmm, mmm, mmmmm” she replied. It was the only sound she could make with her mouth filled with his cock and it set up a rippling vibration along Marcus’s dick as she slowly slid back up his shaft. This brought an even more vocal response from Marcus.

“Arggh! Yes! Harder! Suck my black cock you white bitch! Suck it you slut!”

Cindy was surprised to hear Marcus call her a bitch and a slut, but she knew it was just the lust talking. She knew because she was being driven to unprecedented levels of lust herself and the words didn’t offend her, they encouraged her to suck harder and faster.

Marcus reached down and grabbed Cindy’s nipples, and began tugging on them and rolling them between his fingers, not so gently this time. Cindy moaned and picked up the pace of her bobbing and sucking. Still she was not able to get all of him in her mouth. He was just too big.

This bitch is getting better but I have to get her to deep-throat a dick if she’s going to be any good at sucking cock, thought Marcus. So, he grabbed her head in his hands, stopped her piston motion and slowly slipped her lips off his dick.

He had to admit he was looking at one of the sexiest, most erotic sights he had ever seen. This eighteen-year-old white bitch, who was doing all she could to please him, was looking up at him with her doe-eyed stare, wondering, he was sure, if she had done something wrong. A stringy, wet saliva bridge had formed from the head of his dick to her full red lips with bubbles of foam on his dick head and in the corners of her mouth.

“Wait, stand up,” he said, breaking the erotic vision. Bend at the waist and it will give you a better angle so you can take more of this dick you love into your mouth. Let it slide down your throat.”

Cindy stood and bent over as her lover commanded. She placed her hands on his massive, muscular thighs for balance, opened her mouth wide, slid her lips over the mushroom shaped head and pushed her head down the shaft while her tongue continually licked and circled the velvety skin. She felt the cock head reach the back of her mouth and slip ever so slightly into her throat. She started to gag and pulled up quickly. After catching her breath she repeated the procedure. This time she let the head slip further into her throat and was able to control her gag reflex.

“Oh, Baby! Oh Shit! You are fucking fantastic,” Marcus praised her and moaned loudly. “Shit, that’s it bitch. You are now my cock-sucking slut.”

Cindy smiled with satisfaction to herself, elated that she could please her man! Feeling ever more comfortable with this new position and technique, she started sucking harder, bobbing her head faster, and swallowing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.

Well, well, Marcus thought, this bitch has finally caught on. He reached down grabbed her nipples in his large fingers, squeezed and twisted hard. Cindy moaned around his dick as he mauled her nipples.

The pain was real, yet she didn’t stop her sucking and bobbing. The combination of pleasure and pain caused her to moan steadily around the now throbbing engorged cock. The harder Marcus pulled and squeezed on her breasts, the harder she sucked, the harder she worked her tongue.

Cindy’s moaning was setting up a vibration along the full length of Marcus’s dick now that was driving him mad with lust. His balls were tightening and he knew he was ready to explode his seed into this white slut’s open throat.

Marcus let go of her nipples, wrapped two fistfuls of her hair around his hands, grabbed her head firmly and took control. He began forcing her head up and down faster, lifting his ass off the chair with each stroke to fuck his cock deep down her throat. Her lips were slamming against his pubic bone on every down-stroke now. His balls tightened and with a roar he spewed his first load of cum directly down her throat. The second eruption splashed against the back of her mouth, while the final spurts ricocheted off her tongue, coating the rest of her mouth.

Cindy swallowed and swallowed as Marcus erupted down her throat and in her mouth. She couldn’t prevent some of the stringy liquid leaking from her mouth, running down her chin, dribbling on her tits, on his thighs, and on the chair cushion.

Her pussy had never been so wet. She swore she would have had an orgasm from giving her man a blow job if she had gone on much longer.

“Baby you are the best”, he said as he pushed back into the seat spent, as satisfied as he had ever been with a blow job. Marcus reached out with a finger and scooped up some of the cum that had landed on her tits.

“Here, Babe, lick it clean,” he said as he pushed his finger between her lips. “You were a little sloppy and made a mess. Now clean it up, all of it.”

She actually liked the taste of his cum and quickly began cleaning them both, licking where she could reach and scooping it into her mouth with her fingers where her tongue wouldn’t reach, all the while looking at him, smiling and seeking his approval.

She first ran her finger along the underside of his cock squeezing the last bit of cum into her mouth.

Then she licked his cock clean, starting at the head and working down to the base. From there she vacuumed his balls, continuing back, just short of his asshole. Her tongue darted out quickly to capture a glob she spied on his inner thigh.

Satisfied she had not missed a spot on her lover, she switched her attention to her own body. She licked the cum from her nipples, scooped up with her fingers what she could not reach with her tongue and transferred it to her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean and ran her tongue around her lips to lap up the last remnants of her stud’s explosion.

Marcus found the last bit of dribbled cum on the leather seat of the recliner, pointed it out to Cindy and she dutifully licked it clean.

Then, with a big grin, Cindy climbed atop Marcus, wrapped her arms around his neck, straddled his lap and rubbed her steaming pussy against his now deflated cock. They kissed and she moaned softly into his mouth while she continued to rub her swollen clit along his limp dick.

Now for the next step, Marcus thought, to get this bitch further in my power.

Marcus rose effortlessly on his rock solid legs with Cindy still clinging to him. He turned, pried her free and plopped her unceremoniously into the recliner. As she sank into the soft leather he grabbed her thighs, his long thick fingers almost encircling them, spread her legs apart and pulled her forward so her ass was half-hanging off the edge of the leather seat.

Kneeling in front of her, he slid his hands under her knees, lifted and rested her legs on his shoulders. Before diving into the luscious treat spread before him, he looked up at her with a hint of a grin on his face and his lips separated slightly by the tip of his heavy tongue. The beautiful blond teen stared back at him wide-eyed, her mouth open, in awe of this strong muscular black stud.

Marcus’s gaze drifted down to her swollen clit that was protruding from its protective sheath. He scraped his nail very, very lightly along its length and watched as it grew larger still and protruded further from its hiding spot. He also watched the reaction of the blond, blue-eyed teen. Her eyes glazed over and then he saw and felt a tremor travel the length of her body ending with her legs involuntarily twitching and straightening, brushing along side his ears. “She’s not going to last long,” he thought.

Cindy moaned loudly as Marcus dragged a finger along her swollen, wet outer lips and then slowly entered her to his second knuckle while gently rubbing her enlarged clit with his thumb. As he slipped his finger further into her moist enclosure he leaned in, closed his lips firmly around her swollen-to-bursting clit and began feverishly attacking it with the tip of his tongue. He pressed his finger in further and rubbed it along her pulsing inner wall.

When he found the slightly bumpy patch he was seeking, her g-spot, Cindy went wild. She raised her hips off the smooth leather seat pushing back furiously trying to increase the friction on her clit and drive his finger deeper. But, just as quickly as he had entered her he withdrew his finger from her dripping pussy and his lips from her throbbing clit.

“God, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she pleaded.

But, Marcus did stop. He wanted to extend her pleasure, drag it out to create the ultimate thunderous, mind-blowing orgasm for her. He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. The taste of their love fluids was sharp on their tongue. Cindy’s twitching and shaking faded as she slowly slipped back from the brink.

He started his lips on a slow sensuous, journey down her lush body. Dragging his tongue, he kissed and nibbled his way across her face, her ears and down her neck. He continued along the rise of her breasts, stopping at first one and then the other rock hard nipple, using his pearly white teeth to producing extreme pleasure and then brief sharp pain which elicited a sudden intake of breath from Cindy, but no complaint. He paused at her naval, working his tongue around, in and out at a feverous pitch, simulating the attack he would soon launch against her most sensitive opening.

Then Marcus was back at his objective, poised again above her hot teen pussy, smelling the sweet honey juices that were flowing from her, coating her thighs and running along her crotch to collect in her beautiful pink puckered asshole. He extended his broad thick tongue, ran it rapidly along her wet slit several times, lapped vigorously around her engorged clit and plunged it between the easily parted swollen outer vulva lips. Penetrating her inner lips with the same ease, he pressed his mouth hard against her raging hot opening, getting maximum penetration for his long, thick tongue which was now attacking her cunt walls with unbridled fury.

Cindy just moaned in reply to this assault. She could do nothing but enjoy the feelings building to previously unimaginable heights that spread from her loins to her entire body. She threw her head back and rocked it from side-to-side, her tongue protruding from the corner of her open mouth and drool seeping onto her chin. a series of high-pitched moans emanated from deep in her throat and filled the room.

Coiling and uncoiling his tongue he penetrated the young white bitch to depths her little white boyfriends had never plumbed with their boyish dicks. With his left thumb he began to rub her clit. With the middle finger of his right hand he circled her lubricated anus kneading the surrounding dimpled skin and slightly penetrating her puckered hole with each pass.

He knew she was close. Her moaning was continuous and high pitched. Her cunt muscles were squeezing his tongue, her feet were extended straight and shaking uncontrollably, her ass was lifting off the chair cushion pushing violently against the invading tongue and rubbing fingers. Her hands had clamped onto the back of his head to trap him against her dripping snatch. When he jammed his thick broad middle finger that was probing her anus deep into that nether space she went into a massive orgasm.

She again surprised him. She was a squirter! A gush of orgasmic fluid splashed out of her, hitting his mouth and leaking from the now loose seal between his lips and her skin. He loved it! He drank in the heavenly nectar and smiled inwardly. This slut was going to be hard to let go. He might even want to keep her.

Cindy was oblivious to all but the waves of pleasure that were coursing through her. Her body was being violently wracked with spasms of pleasure. The burst of liquid was a surprise to her; never before had her orgasm been accompanied by such a spray. Never before had her orgasm brought her such indescribable pleasure. Her pupils dilated, her eyes rolled up beneath her lids and she felt herself drifting off, the smile never leaving her face.

Cindy opened her eyes a brief minute later and found the soaking wet, but broadly grinning face of her man Marcus between her spread legs, his bright eyes staring back at her.

“Well, what do you think? Like being my slut?” he said with his grin widening and his eyes sparkling brighter.

“I love being your slut!” she said as she reached up and began kissing him and licking her juices from his face.

They walked back to the couch, still naked, hip-to-hip with her arm around his waist and his right arm wrapped around her shoulder and cradling her breast while his left carried his glass of Coke and melting ice. Cindy plopped on the couch, leaned back in the corner with one leg bent, her knee resting against the back of the couch, and her other leg dangling off the front edge with her toes just scraping the carpeted floor.

Marcus bent over, put his glass down, picked-up the second joint she had rolled earlier, lit it, took a short toke and handed it to her. He then grabbed the glasses and headed off to the kitchen to mix some more drinks.

In the kitchen Marcus mixed Cindy another strong rum and Coke while making himself a weak one. After all he had to relax and regain his strength somehow. He washed his hands and face and cleaned up the kitchen, repacking the remaining rum and Coke. He surely didn’t want the family to see a mess, start questioning what had gone on this afternoon, and asking whom she had invited over.

Marcus returned to the family room as Cindy was just finishing the second joint. She scooted over to make room for him as he handed her the drink and placed his own on the coffee table. She took a gulp of her drink to sooth her parched mouth.

Marcus sat down in the corner of the couch, resting an arm on the couch back and Cindy slid tight against him placing her hand on his massive, muscular thigh, rubbing it a few times and giving it a gentle squeeze. She looked at his flaccid dick as she did this and she saw it stir slightly.

They both sat for a minute looking at each other, saying nothing, sipping their drinks and communicating through a series of smiles, raised eyebrows and soft sighs. Marcus placed his drink down, dropped his arm around Cindy, pulled her close and kissed her softly. Cindy was the first to speak when their lips parted.

“I’ve never felt so satisfied before from having sex,” she said locking her slightly moist blue eyes onto his deep browns.

“You’re the best babe. I’m glad I could satisfy you,” Marcus responded.

“Did I take care of you, Marcus? Was I good? Did I learn to do it right?’ she said, not being able to bring herself to say ‘Did I suck your cock like a slut?’ at what she felt was a tender, romantic moment.

“Honey, you’re the best. None better,” he said and squeezed her shoulder pulling her in tighter. “I’ve never seen a girl cum so violently as you did. I get excited just thinking about it,” he said giving her his 1,000 watt smile. “This bitch is a real surprise,” he thought. “She is going to make one hell of a slut.”

“I’ve never had anyone excite me that way and do those things to me before. I never had anyone talk to me like you did. And I just went crazy when you ah, you know, ah, put your ah, finger in my ah, backside”, she stammered.

He smiled at her and squeezed her shoulder again in response. She scraped her nails along his leg and gently squeezed his thigh again. Sure enough, his dick was twitching and awakening. She put her drink down, leaned into him, kissed him with passion and moved her left hand to fondle his balls and rub his cock.

Marcus jumped from the icy coldness of the hand that had been holding her drink. She noticed his reaction and apologized.

“Cold? Sorry. Here, let me fix that,” she said as she leaned low over his balls, blew warm moist air from her hot little mouth and licked them softly while she continued to slowly stroke his thick, black cock. “I like the way I can get my man to respond,” she thought. “He must really like me.”

“Get me hard, Baby. I want to fuck you,” he said as he moved her parted lips over the head of his restless cock.

Cindy opened her mouth, slipped her lips over the awakening monster and immediately experienced a rush of familiar feelings. She licked and sucked the head briefly and then plunged full to the root of his semi-hard dick. She held his cock captive in her closed mouth, her tongue working along the full length and girth of the swelling member. She raised her head slowly, her sucking creating sharp concave depressions on her cheeks. She plunged rapidly to the base of what she now thought of as ‘her’ cock and repeated the slow sucking rise to the head. A few more assaults like this and she pulled her mouth from him. With a loud ‘plop’ his cock broke free of her lips, bounced off his stomach and after a few oscillations settled rock hard pointing straight up.

“Is that hard enough, Hon?”

“Yeah, Babe. That’ll do.”

Marcus knelt on the floor in front of Cindy, pulled her ass to the edge of the couch, grabbed her ankles and placed her feet spread far apart. He was not being gentle this time. “This was the time to fuck her hard,” he said to himself. “I am going to treat her like the slut she is and take her like I should.”

He wrapped his thick fingers around his steel hard cock and placed it against the slut’s love hole with just enough penetration to keep it in place while he took the few seconds needed to snake his arms under her legs, outside her hips and to wrap his thick black hands around her slim white waist.

Now, poised and ready he looked up at his slut. Yes, his slut, his to do with as he liked. She was staring wide-eyed and her breathing was rapid and loud through her open mouth.

The massive, well defined muscles on his arms, back and thighs tensed and, with what could only be described as a lecherous grin spreading across his face, he drove his fully extended, rock hard cock, with utter abandon into the young white pussy spread out before him.

The bitch surprised him again! She was soaking wet. Both sets of her pussy lips parted with ease as he filled her fully almost instantly. Thinking that she would have had no time to react to his onslaught he was further surprised when he felt her cunt muscles clamp hard around his cock as he withdrew slowly for a second thrust. His second thrust was met in kind by her. She lifted her ass off the couch cushion, pushed her hands against the base of the seat back for leverage and drove her pubes hard against her lover. The bitch was actually smiling!

Empowered with growing lust and anger, Marcus grabbed her ankles, rose to his feet, and thrust her feet back above her shoulders holding them trapped and spread against the top of the couch. She was now spread wide open in front of him, pussy to asshole. Her young breasts remained firm, not sagging, with their nipples swelling to outrageous size.

Now, in a position of complete control with powerful leverage from his feet set firmly on the floor he thrust his steel tool deep into her hot love canal and began to fuck her hard and fast, pounding her ferociously. Relentlessly he continued to drive into her. As her high-pitched moaning reached ear- damaging levels he accelerated further.

“Are you my slut, my white slut?” Marcus shouted.

“Yes! Marcus. Yes! Yes! Aahhggg. I’m cummmming. I’m cummmmming!” she screamed

And Marcus could feel his dick sloshing through the released fluid. He could see her body reacting spasmodically as it was being tormented with pulses of pleasure. Her head swung violently from side and spittle sprayed from her mouth.

“Are you born to please me? Are you my white bitch, my black cock slut?” He screamed to be heard above her orgasmic moaning.

“Yes, Yes, Yes! Fuck me!”

She came again, less violently, but still obvious to Marcus. He had her now. She was his to use for as long as he wanted her. He was getting close himself, but he had one more position to use before he let himself explode inside of her.

She really was a featherweight he thought, as he released her legs, lifted her off his dick, spun her around and placed her on all fours with her head lowered to the couch cushions. She was perfectly posed with her head down, her ass in the air, her legs spread and her dripping pussy and pink pucker hole exposed. He had a brief thought of plunging his aching dick into her ass but he would wait, save that for another time.

She was soaking wet and offered no resistance when without preamble he plunged his rod, to the root, into her cunt. This elicited a deep, low moan from Cindy. He stopped, holding his cock inserted to the hilt. In this position it reached places not yet explored. He proceeded slowly to fuck her, deep and slow, leaving just a portion of the bulbous head inserted on the out-stroke and the entire steel hard tool fully buried on the in-stroke.

He slid the thick middle finger of his right hand along the crack of her beautiful ass, pushing her juices like a small wave before him toward her pink pucker hole. He wasted no time with preambles and pushed his finger, up to the first knuckle, into the dark abyss as soon as it crossed the wet, slimy rim. This elicited another moan. “Good, the bitch is at least conscious,” he thought, smiling to himself. “Man, she’s tight,” he thought, but he was in, he had a finger-hold, and he began to expand his probing. He rotated his finger while plunging it in and out of her asshole in synchronism with his slowly driving cock. With each penetration he pushed his finger further and further into her nether hole. Her anal ring gave way as his big knuckle passed through.

The ring clamped down behind his knuckle, but no longer as tight. He continued this procedure, pulling his finger nearly all the way out on each upstroke. The knuckles now passed easily through the ring. At the top of the next stroke he saw that her pucker hole was not so puckered anymore. He had a vision of her asshole fully dilated with his dick poised to ravage her last virgin hole and had to again fight the urge to fuck her in the ass now. Instead, he removed his middle finger at the top of the next stroke and jammed in his thicker, larger-knuckled thumb.

This further humiliation and violation of her anus elicited a scream. Her scream, the reaction of her asshole to his fingering, and his dreams of anal conquest had excited him to the point of no return. He increased his speed, pounded harder and faster in her sloppy cunt, banging against her cervix. She responded like the good slut she had become. Her cunt muscles squeezed and milked his dick as it pistoned in and out, faster and faster. Her moaning was now constant

“I’m cumming! I’m cummiing,” she shouted as Marcus’s driving thrusts proceeded at blinding speed and her body was wracked with another orgasm. “You are my black cock slut!” he shouted. “My white bitch slut that obeys me! Tell me you are my slut and you want me to cum in your tight white cunt now!

“Yes! Yes! I am your white slut. I want your big black cock. Cum in my cunt now, now!

“Aarrrrrgh,” Marcus screamed as his nuts tightened and then released shot after shot of his boiling hot seed deep into the body of his slut.

“Again, again, I’m cumming again” Cindy cried out and exploded into another orgasm when she felt Marcus’s hot cum splash against her inner walls.

Cindy opened her eyes slowly and it took several seconds before she recalled where she was and what had just happened. She was still perched on the couch with her head down and her magnificent ass in the air. She peeked out from under her armpit and saw her man Marcus standing with his shrinking black dick covered with their fluids. Her eyes wondered to his face and his 1,000 watt smile beamed down at her. She couldn’t help but return the smile despite the soreness of her body.

“One last favor before I have to go.”

“Anything for you Marcus, anything.”

“Clean it,” he replied and held his softening dick out for her.

Cindy rolled over, slid in front of him, and obeyed. While she licked and swallowed his cum and her juices from her man’s cock she thought how lucky she was to have a man who treated her so fine. She would gladly do anything he asked. She was his slut and she loved it.

“Why don’t you finish that last joint,” Marcus said “while I get dressed”

Cindy lit the last joint. Her hand was not shaking. She took a deep hit, held it, let it out and relaxed. She felt a little sore, especially her asshole, but she was also as contented and as relaxed as she had ever been. She had a man she loved who treated her great.

Now dressed, Marcus looked at his young teen slut and congratulated himself on how far her transformation had progressed in such a short time. He leaned down, gave her a passionate kiss and twisted her nipple sharply.

“You’re my slut, Right?” Marcus said as he straightened up, releasing her nipple.

“Yes, I am and always will be,” she hoarsely replied. The feelings of pleasure and pain again confused her. Another thought added to her confusion, she couldn’t recall if they had used a condom. They must have. They did last night. She decided not to worry about any of that now and took another hit off the joint.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at 8:00. We’ll go to a club. I know a place were you can get in without being carded. We’ll dance and have fun. Wear something sexy. Remember, you’re my slut, right?”

“Yes. Always, Marcus”

*****

Marcus flipped his cell phone on and pressed one of the speed dial buttons as the truck spun out of the complex.

“Yo, Marcus. W’as up brother?” said the man that answered.

“It’s all set for tomorrow night. I’ll have the little bitch at the club early, around 8:30. Let the others know.” replied Marcus

“Did you fuck her in the ass yet?” said the voice on the phone following-up with a wheezing thin laugh.

“I was thinking I’d save that for tomorrow night,” replied Marcus, laughing loudly himself as he disconnected.

Day Three

“Moooom, may I use your Chloe?” Cindy called from the upstairs bathroom, stretching out the word ‘Mom’ in a voice loud enough to be heard anywhere in the condo. “Sure Hon’. Are you going out?” her mother shouted back from the first floor by the front door.

“Yes,” Cindy replied

And the exchange that followed was typical of an eighteen-year-old’s attempt to communicate with her mother without actually passing along any information that might restrict her plans for the evening.

“Where are you going?”

“Just out, no place special.”

“Who are you going with?”

“Some friends are coming by to get me.”

In this case, Cindy’s deception was helped by the fact that her mother was anxious to leave for a planned evening out herself.

A horn sounded just as Cindy turned the hair dryer back on for the finishing touch to her blond, shoulder length hair.

“Jack’s here, I have to go,” her Mother called back. “Have fun tonight and don’t stay out too late. ‘Bye. Love you.”

Cindy turned off the hair dryer and was able to catch the last bit of the exchange.

“Love you too, Moooom,” she shouted, again dragging out the word ‘mom’ until she heard the front door slam shut.

Cindy had showered, dried her hair and was now standing naked in front of the mirror applying body lotion. The small bathroom window was open at the bottom several inches and a warm summer breeze entered, wrapped around her body and caressed her hardening nipples.

Turning her body sideways, while still looking at the mirror, she applied lotion with two hands to her firm, high ass cheeks. The fragrance imbedded in the lotion rose on the light breeze to fill her nostrils. Sweeping the lotion around to her hips she proceeded to rub her thighs, bending her flexible body at the waist and spreading her legs to do her calves and feet.

Straightening, she squirted more lotion on her willing hands and worked her stomach, ribs shoulders and lastly her breasts. She lingered on her hard nipples longer than necessary, and then let one hand drift down to her wet pussy lips and slightly aroused clit. A rush shivered through her body when her fingers made contact with the super sensitive organ.

Cindy snapped out of her reverie and pulled her hand quickly away from her love bud.

“No,” she said aloud. “I’ll save myself for Marcus,” knowing he’d soon be there to pick her up.

She stared at her swollen nipples a moment longer. She imagined how the clinging red silk blouse she would be wearing braless tonight would keep them erect and proudly on display for her man.

She finished her make-up, having spent most of the time working around her deep blue eyes to accentuate them to their best, and slipped a pair of black thong panties over her full, sensuous hips.

In her bedroom she pulled on a sheer pair of black thigh-high stockings over her long, well tanned, shapely legs. She slipped on the plunging neckline red silk blouse, leaving the top button open to better show off the swell of her full, c-cup breasts. Next she wiggled into her short, pleated black skirt, zipped it, and slipped her feet into a pair of sling-back three-inch heels. For the final touch she dabbed some of her mother’s Chloe perfume behind her ears, between her breasts, and on the bare flesh of her inner thighs above her stockings.

Waiting by the door for her handsome, muscular black stud she checked out her reflection in the nearby mirror. She was pleased with what she saw. Marcus had told her to wear something sexy and she knew she had obeyed him with this outfit. She reached up and rubbed her nipples, pleased to see them respond and push further against her clinging blouse. She wouldn’t have to do that with Marcus around, just being with him kept her constantly aroused.

She heard a truck pull into the complex and opened the door. She was surprised to see her man pull-up driving a new Ford F-150 truck. Slamming the door shut behind her, she ran to greet him, catching him just as he rounded the front of the truck.

“Wow, a new truck,” Cindy said, smiling and giving her man a big hug.

“It was delivered today. You don’t think I’d take out the prettiest girl in town in an old, beat-up truck. And don’t you look sexy tonight,” he added.

“Actually, I tried more for the slut look,” she said smiling, turning and heading for the truck’s passenger door while wiggling her ass provocatively.

He caught up and opened the door for her, leaned against it and unabashedly watched her well -tanned thighs part and her skirt ride up higher as she climbed in. He got a nice view, all the way to the top of her thigh-highs.

Immediately an erotic vision flashed into his mind: Cindy bent low over a pool table, wearing only her stockings and heels, her arms extended and holding on to the edge of the table, her legs spread wide and her tits bouncing violently as he pounded his 9-inch, black cock into her tight, white, teen pussy from behind. Fantasy? “Most likely not,” he thought as he smiled and closed the door.

Marcus climbed into the driver’s seat, inserted and turned the ignition key and the large super-charged engine rumbled to life. Before driving away he turned and looked into the eighteen-year-old beauty’s deep blue eyes.

“How about one minor adjustment,” he said.

He reached out and undid one more button on her blouse, now exposing most of the rounded tops of her c-cup breasts. Marcus spread his hand wide and lightly brushed his extended fingers against her hard nipples before returning his beefy hand to the steering wheel. Sighing softly and smiling broadly, Cindy squeezed her butt closer, enjoying the feeling of his muscular arm rubbing against her left breast as he maneuvered the big truck out of the complex and onto the interstate.

“I didn’t know you smoked cigarettes,” she said, spying a cigarette sitting in the center ashtray

“It’s not a regular cigarette. It’s a machine-rolled, joint,” he says laughing. “I have a friend who has a hand-cranked cigarette roller that packs them tight, three to four times the pleasure of the loosely hand-rolled ones. I brought it for you, Babe. Go ahead, help yourself.”

Cindy pushed in the lighter and stuck the joint between her lips, nervously waiting the few seconds it took for the lighter to heat up. Her hand was shaking when she grabbed the lighter, as soon as it popped out, and quickly lit the joint.

She took a deep drag, held it, and slowly let her breath out as the familiar feeling of numbing lightness started low in her chest and spread outward to her extremities and her head. She took a second deep hit and the shaking stopped. She relaxed, thinking about the handsome man sitting beside her, smoked the joint down and snuffed out the roach in the ashtray before it could burn her finger tips.

Light headed and fully aroused now she rose to her knees, turned toward Marcus and kissed his neck, nibbled on his ear lobe, reached down and rubbed her hand along his crotch, feeling his cock twitch in response. She opened her legs willingly when he slipped one of his strong hands between her thighs, fondled and squeezed her firm, velvety ass cheeks and slipped two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, easily navigating around her skimpy thong panties. She ground slowly against his hand seeking deeper penetration and contact with her aroused clit.

“Do you want me to practice my blow job? I think I did pretty good yesterday, but I can always improve,” Cindy said softly in his ear as she continued her slow grinding.

“You did great yesterday, Babe, but let’s save it ’til later. You’ll have plenty of time to practice your blow jobs later,” he said removing his fingers from her juicy love hole.

“Here, clean these,” Marcus ordered holding his fingers in front of her bright red lips. “We don’t want to get the new truck all messy, do we?”

Cindy obeyed instantly, sucking her juices off his fingers and blowing them dry with her warm breath as they pulled into the club parking lot, her face flushed and her body barely containing the built-up sexual pressure.

The club was a low building at the back of a poorly lit parking lot in a part of the city she had never visited. She felt perfectly safe however, with her man beside her. She knew he would watch out for her and protect her.

Marcus moved around the front of the truck, through the light from the delayed shut-off head lamps and helped his teen lovely step down. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, cupping her right breast in his large hand and lightly rolling its nipple in his fingers – an action that was quickly becoming a habit that Cindy was not discouraging – and walked his girl toward the club entrance, as the trucks lights clicked off.

A large, overweight black man, obviously the club bouncer and ID checker, was standing just outside the club entrance. ‘Tiny’ was embroidered on the left breast pocket of his knit club shirt. He was anything but tiny, thought Cindy. A full head shorter than Marcus, with a roll of fat overhanging his wide, studded leather belt, he looked as if he could hardly fit through the club door.

“Yo, Marcus, was’ up,” he said in a wheezing voice as they got closer

“Tiny, this is my slut, Cindy,” said Marcus, giving her nipple a soft pinch.

“She’s a real little spinner, ain’t she” Tiny replied with a voice seeming to struggle for air.

Marcus got a puzzled look from Cindy, who obviously didn’t understand the term. He laughed as he looked at Cindy and pictured her impaled on Tiny’s fat, black cock while he spun her around like one of those children’s windmill toys. As they passed by Tiny, Marcus leaned in and whispered something in his ear. They continued through the door and entered the club with Tiny’s wheezing laugh trailing behind them.

Cindy was impressed with her first view of the inside of the club. It was a fairly large room, softly lit with multicolored spots. A low, one-step stage and good-sized dance floor occupied one end of the room and a highly polished, mirror backed bar stretched along most of one wall. Twenty or so tables were spread throughout the room center, some doubles and some larger foursomes. A dozen or so booths with high padded backs and cushioned seats lined the back wall and the wall across from the bar.

Recorded hip hop music was playing softly from the speaker system. It was early and only one couple was on the dance floor, with about 25 other people, singles and couples, scattered about the room. She did notice that she was the only white person in the room and she pressed closer to Marcus.

As they moved into the room towards the bar Cindy noticed a tall good-looking black man leave the bar and stride purposely toward them with a wide grin on his face that reminded her of Marcus’s 1,000-watt smile. Marcus dropped his arm from around her shoulder and removed his hand from her breast and greeted this man with a full brother hug. They could be real brothers, thought Cindy as she watched the two handsome men go through their male greeting ritual.

“Jackson, this is Cindy. Cindy this is my oldest and closest friend, Jackson,” Marcus said, making the introduction.

Jackson’s smile seemed to brighten even more as he spread his arms wide and stepped toward Cindy. As if drawn by a powerful magnet, Cindy moved forward without hesitation and quickly became wrapped in a strong, warm hug.

“Let’s hang at the bar and have a drink while you two get to know each other,” Marcus said and they moved off toward the bar with Cindy squeezed happily between them.

While Jackson talked with Cindy, Marcus ordered a rum and coke double for her and two plain cokes for Jackson and himself. The drinks arrived. Cindy took a sip and with drink in hand, turned and rested her back against the bar rail. She giggled to herself and wondered if it was the pot she had just smoked, the rum, or the two hunks leaning against her that made her warm all over. She took a second, bigger sip and rubbed her free hand along Marcus’s muscular thigh, leaving it resting there lightly. She just couldn’t keep her hands off her man.

Marcus wrapped his arm around her shoulder in that familiar position, cradling her breast and lightly rolling her hard nipple between his fingers. Both men were close enough to feel the rush that shuddered through her body. Jackson reached his hand behind her, beneath the bar rail and began slowly rubbing her lower back while simultaneously moving closer, pressing his crotch against her outer thigh. Cindy could feel his stiffening cock. God, she sighed silently to herself, do all Marcus’s friends have big cocks?

A slow dance song started to play and a few couples drifted out onto the dance floor.

“Do you mind if I dance with your hot slut?” Jackson asked Marcus.

“Not at all,” Marcus replied. “Dance with Jackson, Babe, show him a good time,” Marcus said turning to her, removing his arm from the familiar position and pushing her gently toward the dance floor.

Jackson lowered his hand to her firm ass and kept up a light pressure as they moved onto the dance floor. When she turned to face him, he reached around to grab her other ass cheek and pulled her in close with both hands, pressing her crotch tight against his thigh. She could feel his stiffening member against her stomach as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his powerful chest. Cindy’s eyes found Marcus leaning against the bar. He smiled and nodded his approval.