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Aisha sat Indian style on top of the steel top desk inside of Paul”s office.

“…and that is a piece of cornbread.”, she said pointing to a Tupperware dish off to the side. Aisha had made Paul a traditional African American meal which is commonly termed soul food. Her grandmother had taught her how to fry a perfectly golden piece of catfish, accompanied by baked beans laced with green peppers, sausage, and onions. She had also made potato salad and collard greens.

Paul dug into the food and could not believe how good it was.

“you didn”t make all of this.” Paul accused. “this is delicious.”

“yes I did! Just because I don”t cook does not mean that I can”t!”

“so the myth is true?” He asked.

“what myth?”

Paul was referring to the myth that all black women can cook but he did not want to offend Aisha by bringing up a stereotype. Paul rolled his chair over in front of her. He cupped her ass and slid her to the edge of the desk. Paul knows that Aisha never wears panties, so he opened her legs and placed her feet on the chair”s arm rests.

“you know what I want?” Paul asked as he kissed her inner thigh. “I want you to cook for me more often.”

Aisha looked down at his head between her thighs and raised one eyebrow. “and what do I get in return?” she asked coyly.

“Wait, I have one other request.” Paul slid her dress up to her waist exposing her smooth brown pussy. “I want you to grow your pubic hair back.”

Aisha looked puzzled. “Where did that come from”?

“I don”t know. I guess I never been with a black girl before and I wanted to experience all the unique things about you.”

“well…OK….however strange that is. And I am not a girl. I thought I showed you that.”

Having said that Aisha, put her hand between her legs. She used two fingers to open her pussy lips, exposing her clit. Paul leaned in and planted a kiss on the semi erect mound. Aisha moaned softly. He circled her clit with his tongue and flicked it until, he could taste her juices beginning to flow. Aisha laid back on the desk. Paul set her back up.

“I can”t, baby”, he advised why he set her back up. “there”s too many people in the shop now. Someone could come in.”

Aisha looked disappointed but she understood. It is a small town. Some people thought they knew about her and Paul but no one had ever seen anything. They had always been careful to make it seem like he was helping her with her car or helping her around her house. She had even purchased wood for Paul to make a shoe cabinet in her house. He came over alot and needless to say, she got nailed more than the wood did.

Aisha gathered up the dishes and packed them away. Just as she walked out of Paul”s office, someone grabbed her arm and shoved her to the floor. Aisha fell down in front of one the vehicles that were in the shop.

Before she could say anything, Jacob placed his hand over her mouth. Jacob was one of the mechanics that worked with Paul. He was probably the only other person in the town that knew for certain about Aisha and Paul”s affair. Aisha squirmed underneath him to get him off of her. Being knocked to the ground flung her dress up around her waist.

“Paul, I brought you and the boys some lunch over.” said an old familiar feminine voice.

Aisha stopped squirming. Jacob nodded his head and took his hand away. Paul”s wife had come into the shop just as Aisha was coming out of the office. “dammit!” she thought.

Aisha pulled her dress down over her legs but not before she caught Jacob looking at her pussy. She punched him on his thigh. “Asshole”, she whispered. Jacob smiled and walked away. Aisha sat on the floor. She closed her eyes in disbelief that she was actually sitting on the filthy floor of a body shop in her Prada dress. She whinced at the site of dirt smudged on her matching shoes.

Once she heard the door of Paul”s office close. She knew that his wife was inside. Aisha stood up and straightened her dress. “there was no easier way to do that?” Aisha shot at Jacob.

“it”s always a pleasure ma”am.” Paul said smirking and tipping his ball cap. Aisha glared at him and left out the back door. Her car was always parked out back so that no one would see it.

Once at home, she took a shower and looked at herself in the mirror. She placed her hand between her legs. Aisha considered Paul”s request but she has not had hair on her pussy in years. She was not even sure of how long it would take to grow back. Aisha decided that if Paul wanted to have a “black” experience, she”d show him. Anyhow, she started packing her bags for her flight. She was going to Japan to spend a few weeks with her husband.

A month and a half later, Aisha came back. As soon as her flight landed, she called Paul.

“hello”, he answered.

“hey, it”s me!”

Paul brightened up. “hey you! How you doing kiddo?”

“Great! Even better once I see you.” Aisha yelled over the noises in the terminal. “Do you want to go into the city tonight? I know a club there.”

“sure!”

Paul hung up the phone and sat back in his office chair smiling. He didn”t think about it until he heard her voice but he really did miss her while she was gone.

Aisha stood in the door of Paul”s office. He looked up to see her in what looked like a denim bikini top, denim shorts that looked like brief underwear and silver stiletto heels. She had on a little bit more make-up than she usually wears. Aisha did not go to get her hair straightened in the past couple of weeks so her hair was in it”s natural curl pattern. She had on huge hoop earrings, Angela Davis style. Silver bangles adorned her wrists. She twirled around in the doorway. Her ass was hanging out the back of her shorts. Paul”s eyed widened at the black American princess standing before him. He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

Aisha laughed. “that”s a good thing right.” She walked over to Paul and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pushed her tongue in his mouth and forced him to receive her kiss. Paul complied by pushing her against the wall, lifting her leg up around his waist and returning her passion. He had always liked kissing her. She is aggressive sexually and her full bodied kisses always swells his dick. This moment was no exception. Paul pressed his hard cock head into Aisha. Even through their clothes, he could feel the warmth of her pussy. She begin grinding her pussy against the lump in his pants.

Paul pulled back. “we are going to be late.”

“to a club?”, Aisha asked rhetorically. She playfully pushed him away. “you have been teasing me for weeks”, she said walking past him. Paul smacked her on the ass as she went out the doorway.

Paul opened the backdoor to the shop. Aisha had parked behind the bushes. She parks there at night so that no one will see her car. In their normal fashion, they got into her car and drove down Main Street with the headlights off until they reach the main thoroughfare.

“pull over right here.” Paul directed, pointing to the side of the road. “I gotta pee.”

Aisha pulled over to the side of the road. Paul got out and stood not far from the car. As he unzipped his pants he felt someone”s arms reach around him and grab his dick. Aisha had gotten out of the car. She held Paul”s flaccid cock in her hands. “go ahead and pee.”

Paul had never urinated with someone else holding him. He hesitated but then let go. As he was peeing, Aisha still standing behind him, pressed her body against his. Paul reached back and held her thighs. He finished and before he could shake the last few drops away, Aisha spun him around. She kneeled down and put his soft dick in her mouth. Her face went straight to his pelvic bone.

Paul let out a sigh.

Aisha rolled her tongue and worked her mouth over him. Paul looked down at her. He could never get enough of seeing his cock disappear into her mouth. He grabbed a fist full of her hair to immobilize her head. Paul held her head still while he fucked in and out of her mouth. He pushed the entire length of his cock into her mouth and pulled back slowly to watch her mouth move over the pulsating veins in his dick. Her lips would open wider everytime the head popped in and out of her mouth.

To get him to cum faster, Aisha devoured his cock with long hard strokes. Paul held his head back and concentrated on the sensations around his throbbing dick. His heart started to beat faster. The tingling had intensified. He pumped harder into Aisha”s mouth. When his dick was as tight as it could be and Paul”s body stiffened, Aisha stood up and stepped back.

Paul”s purple swollen cock was standing erect in the night air.

“aarrgghh! Shit!” Paul grabbed his dick and started jerking off. “what was that for?”

“For teasing me”, Aisha winked at Paul and turned to walk back to the car. Paul continued to stroke his dick until he released himself. A little bit of cum oozed from his head. The thrill was gone.

Aisha drove into the inner city. Paul looked around with amazement. He had been into the city numerous times but never to the projects. Paul stared at every rundown building, every vagabond, everything that he had only seen on television. “wow.”

When they were a few blocks away from the club. Aisha pulled over to let Paul drive. He questioned why but she explained that it was just social politics.

Once they got to the club, it was packed. The line was around the building. Paul and Aisha were making their way up to the building but Paul was holding them up. He kept greeting people. Aisha snatched his arm, “c”mon. This is not Mayberry.”

“Aisha!” the bouncer beamed. “It”s been a while”. Aisha and the bouncer hugged. He continued. “I see you got rid of that stiff husband of yours and hooked up with his boss.” He unhooked the velvet rope.

Paul and the bouncer shook hands. Paul smiled because he thought the joke was funny. Unamused, Aisha pushed past the bouncer and went inside.

Paul was hit with a rush of heat at the club”s entrance. He stepped back but he noticed that Aisha was oblivious to the hot air. She grabbed his hand and pulled him further in. He noticed that most of the women were dressed like Aisha. In black clubs, there is a blatant sexuality that encompasses anyone that dares to enter. The women, all beautiful shades of brown, all confident in their volumpcious or curvaceous bodies, dancing like they are having sex on the floor. Perfectly round asses and hour glass hips melodically traced the bass ridden beats. The men, seen through the haze of smoke, are characteristically cool. Caps pulled low, drinks held high.

Everything seems to be in slow motion to Paul. Aisha is still pulling him threw the club. He turned his head back and forth taking in all of the different sights and smells that are not present in his town. Clearly, he was over stimulated. The music was too loud for conversation, so after a few drinks apiece, Aisha disappeared in the crowd.

Paul took a seat at the bar. He sipped on his brandy as he watched some of the most interestingly exotic women he has ever seen. One woman in particular walked over to Paul, turned around and started dancing in front of him. She was rubbing her ample ass against Paul”s leg. Paul”s heart started pounding. He didn”t even know this woman. People don”t do that where he is from.

The woman had long braids that came down to her waist. She had dark chocolate skin that was almost blue under the haze of the club. Thick as a horse. She was what Paul had thought of when he thought about being with a black women.

Aisha is like a black woman from the television. She has brown skin but she won”t satisfy the urge to be overcome by the strong sexuality of a displaced African. Aisha is a princess, not a queen.

The woman”s stomach, ass, back and legs all worked together to continuously roll her body into Paul. He looked around to see if anyone were watching. He reached out and rubbed her back with his hand. Her skin was warm and taut. He cautiously moved his hand down her side and traced the curve of her enormous hip.

The woman turned and was facing Paul. He noticed her huge breasts. Each was round and wide and about to pop out of the obviously too small dress the woman had on. Paul thought about Aisha”s tits and how there is such a contrast between her brown skin and her black nipples. Looking down at them, he wondered what this woman”s chocolate covered mounds looked like. The thought alone made his cock swell.

The woman noticed Paul watching her breasts. She planted her boobs firmly into his chest and begin grinding against him. With those huge tits placed firm against his chest, Paul could not resist the urge to touch them. With his fingers spread wide, it still was not enough to cover the large surface area. Just as Paul became comfortable with is new “friend”, Aisha appeared. With a look of disbelief on her face, she wedged her arm in-between Paul and the woman. Using her hip to squeeze in further, Aisha bumped the much larger woman away from Paul. She looked the woman up and down with a disapproving snare. The woman laughed off Aisha”s display of jealousy and disappeared into the crowd. Aisha wrinkled her brow at Paul. He didn”t know what to say or if he should explain that the woman approached him. Paul began talking but the club was too loud for Aisha to hear.

She grabbed his hand and lead him towards the dance floor. She had let him drive her car up to the club so that she could leave him alone. No one would disrespect him if they though that he had money. Now she realized that she had to keep him with her so that she would not be disrespected.

Out on the dance floor, Paul just stood still. Aisha placed his hands on her hips so that he could feel her movements. Aisha took Paul”s hand and slid it up her inner thigh to her pussy. Paul gasped. His hand was planted in a thick and wiry bush that covered the entire top of her pussy. He tried to turn her around to see but Aisha kept her ass planted firmly against his crotch. The hard lump in his pants let her know that she was in the right place.

Paul kept his hand cupped over her pussy. The club was dark and smoky enough that it was not obvious to anyone else. Aisha kept moving her body against him holding his thighs against her. He finally picked up her rhythm. Paul moved his hips side to side matching Aisha. Standing with a wide stance, she bent all the way over until her hair touched the floor. Following her lead, Paul moved his body closer to her, placing his erect cock against her warmth. Aisha bent her knees up and down. She could feel his dick popping up and down in his pants.

Paul loved the sensation he was getting. He grabbed her hips tighter and bent his knees so that he could get further into her. Now he had the perfect fit. Paul looked around. He wanted to enjoy the feeling building up in his crotch while experiencing the sites and sounds of this black sexual Mecca.

And then he saw her, again. Her blue-black skin shining from perspiration. Dancing as provocatively as before. Staring right at him. Paul knew she was propositioning him. Even, if nothing more than a drink, she wanted him. He was not sure of what he was suppose to do. He did not want to be disrespectful to Aisha but how do you say no to blatant eroticism.

Paul just stared back at the woman. Locking eyes with her, refusing to look away. Aisha was still dancing with her head down, rubbing her ass against his dick. She looked back to see Paul”s expression. He was still looking away. Aisha looked in the same direction to see what he was looking at. She caught a glimpse of the woman.

Aisha became outraged. She stood up and shoved Paul in his chest, knocking him off balance. She stormed toward the volumpcious woman but Paul grabbed her arm. Aisha pulled away from him and headed in another direction. Paul tried to follow her but he was stopped by a very large man that was blocking his way. Paul tried to get past but the man pushed Paul so hard that he was thrown off balance, again. Paul felt the anger build up in his face. He regained himself and stormed after Aisha.

Paul followed her through the crowd. This time he was not letting her get away from him. Aisha went into the women”s bathroom. The bathroom did not have a door on it so he was able to see her inside. Paul was not sure if the alcohol or the contact high from the second hand marijuana smoke, or if just plain anger was clouding his judgment but he followed her in.

The bathroom was just as crowded as the club. Loud and smoky, and surprisingly, he was not the only man in there. Paul pushed his way through and found Aisha in a stall on the end. Once the door closed, Paul sat down on the toilet. He grabbed Aisha by her shorts and pulled her to him. She held on to the top of the stall for balance. He yanked her shorts down and exposed her pussy. Her dark, thick pubic hair was at the center of her round hips. Paul”s cock started to ache and he hungered for the taste of her juices.

Paul grabbed Aisha and planted his face in her crotch. He rubbed his mouth and cheeks all over her hair. He loved the course wiry, texture. Paul put one of her legs over his shoulder. He used his hand to open her pussy lips and expose her erect clit.

Aisha moaned and held onto the stall tighter.

Her pussy was getting wetter but Paul was licking her juices as fast as they were flowing. With one hand still on her ass cheeks, Paul unzipped his pants with the other. He pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants. He held it straight up at the base. With his other hand, he took her leg down and positioned her with one leg on either side of him. He slid his hand up to her waist and yanked her down on his lap.

Aisha yelled. Paul”s dick went straight up into her pussy. He placed both hands on her waist and bounced her up and down on his lap. With each down motion, he thrusted his hips up into her.

Aisha was whincing with pain. “You are hurting me”, she said breathlessly into his face.

“You wanted me to fuck you, right?” Paul said still bouncing her up high and hard. “you like it. You like my white cock fucking you hard, don”t you?”

The pain of him hitting her pelvic bone would not allow her to speak.

Aisha leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. She closed her eyes tight and held on. Then Paul stopped thrusting her. He leaned her back and forced his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was really more of the two of them licking each others tongues open-mouthed. Paul continued to lick her neck and her chest. Aisha started rocking her hips back and forth, stimulating her clit.

Paul snatched at her top ripping the strings that held it together. He grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed her nipples together. He licked side to side, leaving both nipples glistening with his saliva.

Paul stood Aisha up and roughly placed her back against the stall wall. He stood up and put his hand between her legs. Aisha looked at him wide eyed. She was not sure what to make of this aggressive act. Paul slid two finger into her pussy. He slid them in and out over her clit and then back into her. Her clit became more and more erect with each stroke.

Aisha moaned. The increasing moisture in her cunt made his fingers more and more slippery. Paul was staring into her eyes, intimidating her almost. She refused to look away. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “tell me to fuck you.”

Aisha just looked at him wide-eyed, breathing heavily. Paul grabbed her hair with his free hand and thumped her back into the stall. “Say it!”, he growled through clenched teeth.

Aisha was shocked. A little bit of fear of uncertainty and clit stimulation made her repeat his command. “Fuck me.” she said softly.

Paul slung Aisha around, pressing her face against the wall. He opened her legs with his foot. Paul placed his cock at the opening of her wet pussy. He placed his hands on the wall above her and thrusted up into her. Using the wall for leverage, Paul fucked Aisha from behind. The flesh of her ass jiggled with each pounding allowing Paul to bounce off of her and return with greater force than before.

I slowly began to undress. As I did, he walked around his desk to stand near me. My clothes dropped to the floor. I stepped out of my dress and stripped off my underwear to stand naked beside him. There was something very erotically humbling about being naked when he was fully clothed. I thought he would examine me, but he only gave my body a cursory glance.

“I want to see what your pussy looks like,” he said. “Lie on the couch and open yourself up for me.”

I went over to the couch and as I laid back on it I saw him unbuckling his belt. Little sparks of excitement darted through me.

“You want to see what a black pussy looks like?” I asked him bravely.

“Listen to your mouth!” he said. “Not very ladylike. But I guess that’s what I can expect from a whore. Now just do as I asked you.”

I opened my legs and spread open my pussy. I felt a little outside myself, as I was normally a shy person.

He studied me without saying anything. Then he unzipped his pants.

“Why are you so wet already?” he asked me. “Are you expecting something?”

“I can’t help it,” I whispered.

He undressed, all the while looking at my pussy. Then he stood over me as he stroked his cock. My pussy kept getting wetter.

“I’m sure you want me to touch you,” he said. “I’m sure you’d like it if I rubbed you and stuck my fingers inside you. But you argued with me when I told you to take off your clothes. So I’m not so interested in making you come.”

He climbed over me, his cock brushing against my cunt hole.

“…unless of course it happens accidentally while I’m using you,” he said and he slid his cock inside me.

I cried out.

“You have a beautiful body and a beautiful cunt,” he whispered, not moving yet, his cock pressing hard against my insides. “But you have to work on the obedience, Cara.”

His chastisement had a strange effect on me. I felt shame that I hadn’t immediately given him what he wanted. But at the same time, his words put me in the place I wanted to be, under him, submissive to him. It was one of the best feelings I had ever had.

He began slowly thrusting in and out of me. I felt almost guilty at how good it was for me. But there was hardly anything I could do about the pleasure that spread through my body. He fucked me sometimes roughly and sometimes gently, but the way he moved his body and the way he spoke to me left no doubt that he was doing whatever got him off, without much regard to my feelings. Ironically, I’d never had such good sex, never been as wet and never felt as beautiful.

He was fucking me so hard when he started to come that I screamed and he covered my mouth as he shot his cum inside me. I cried out against his palm. Our chests heaved together as he relaxed against me and the weight of his body grew heavy on mine. He let his hand fall away from my mouth.

“I really needed that,” he said breathlessly as we panted together, our bodies wonderfully hot.

He waited only a few seconds before he slowly pulled out of me. I watched him walk over to his desk and open a drawer. He reached inside and then something glimmered in his hand. I squinted my eyes to see what it was. But it wasn’t until he moved closer that I could see it was a small mirror, like the kind people use to cut cocaine. For a second I was frightened because it seemed a strange object for him to have at that moment. I didn’t know what he wanted to do with it.

“Let’s look together and see,” he said, really giving me no clue as to what he meant. “Pull your legs back so I can get a good look at your cunt again.”

“What will you do?”

“Cara, don’t ask me questions.”

I pulled my legs back to my chest and he got on the couch.

“Reach down here and open yourself up again,” he told me.

I did as he said and he situated the mirror so I could see my cunt reflected in it.

“Feeling it is one thing. But I want you to see what your pussy looks like after I’ve used you,” he said to me. “Push out, Cara. I want you to see and know exactly what your cunt is for.”

I gasped not knowing what to do.

“Push out Cara! And I want you to look. There’s some coming out already.”

I pushed gently and then a little harder. A small bubble formed as his cum oozed out of my cunt hole, like my pussy was drooling. I pushed again and more of his cum leaked out, white and creamy against the brown and pink of my slit. We watched, fascinated, drawing in our breaths.

“Slut,” he said through clench teeth. “Whore!”

I gasped and moaned. I found myself thinking: “Yes, I am a slut! I am a whore! Yes…yes…yes!”

He moved the mirror away and I slowly stretched out my legs. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, letting out small whimpers enclosed in my breaths.

I felt him move and then I heard his voice close to my ear.

“Don’t forget who owns that cunt and what it’s really for” he whispered. “In fact, I want you to tell me right now.”

I hesitated only to find the words.

“You own this cunt and it’s yours to fill up with your cum whenever you want,” I said, believing it and loving it.

“Oh, now that’s a very good slut,” he whispered gently. “Very good.”

He stroked my face and kissed me.

“You deserve something nice,” he said. “Do you think you could arrange to spend the night with me?”

I looked at him. “Where would we go?”

“I have an apartment in the City,” he said. “My wife lives in our house in Connecticut.”

“You never told me.”

“You didn’t need to know until now,” he said. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes,” I replied. “I could arrange it.”

“Well, arrange it. Let me know when it’s possible for you.”

“I would love to be with you all night. I would love to sleep in your arms.” I told him. “I know. It will be nice for both of us.”

We got dressed and cleaned up. I felt sad to leave him and he could see it on my face. He hugged me, squeezing me very tightly and when he released me I smiled. He winked at me and went to his desk, where he started to gather his things. I opened his office door.

“There’s something I should mention,” he said suddenly.

I turned around to him, my hand still on the doorknob.

“All the stuff we got straight tonight about your cunt…you do know it applies to your ass as well, don’t you?

I stood there, unable even to speak.

“Just something to remember as you arrange for our night together,” he said. “Good night, Cara.”

I left without saying anything.

***

Over the next few days I couldn’t get it out of my mind. The thought of Eric fucking me in my ass made my hands and legs feel weak. I have to admit it appealed to me. I got so excited thinking of letting him do this thing to me that I had never let anyone else do. But at the same time, something was holding me back. I was almost alarmed at my own desires. I felt tremendously slutty. And although I knew it was nothing for some women, the thought of letting a man go inside my body that way seemed as dangerous as it was compelling. After a while, I thought: “I’ll tell him I just can’t do it. I won’t go over there.”

…and yet, the slut in me kept working in the background, looking for opportunities to spend the night with him, all the while knowing exactly what Eric would want to do.

The opportunity came early the next week when my husband announced to me that he was going away for a few days on a business trip. Even though I told myself I wouldn’t mention it to Eric until I worked out my own fears, I did just the opposite that very day. Eric smiled faintly and told me which of the nights would be good for him too.

That slut in me was working very hard. Everything was settled and I was still thinking I couldn’t do what Eric wanted me to do.

On the big day, I had resolved to tell Eric about my fears. But when I got to the office, he wasn’t there. I found a note on my desk with an address and a phone number. At the bottom of the paper, a sentence was written: “”You know who owns it and what it’s for”.”

My stomach leapt into my throat.

I couldn’t work, couldn’t eat, couldn’t concentrate. Part of me fantasized about all the things we would do and the ways Eric would use me. The other part was just afraid. But when I went home I started to get ready as if there wasn’t any question.

I showed up at Eric’s apartment exactly on time, my whole body deluged with both lust and anxiety. With the gentlest voice, he invited me inside. He looked beautiful, dressed casually, his hair still wet from the shower. He asked me if I was hungry and I shook my head. He studied me for several moments.

“Something on your mind?” he asked.

I instantly felt like I had to give a show of some resistance. For some reason, I felt I had to hide that slut in me who wanted to be used in every way possible.

“Eric, I don’t know if I can…” I started, swallowing suddenly. “I don’t know if I can do everything you want me to do.”

I thought I saw a smile hidden just below his serious expression.

“Explain what you mean,” he said.

“You want me to let you do something I’ve never let anyone else do.”

“Yes, that’s what I want,” he said plainly.

“I don’t think it’s for me.”

“Don’t you?” he asked calmly. “Funny you came here anyway.”

I turned my face from him, unable to immediately counter his statement. After a few moments, I looked at him again.

“I think I could let you do it,” I said. “If I knew you wouldn’t come inside me that way.”

Oddly I thought: “Don’t let me get away with this! Please help me do what I want to do!”

“Cara,” he said, after a slight hesitation. “I would never force you. But I won’t stand here and negotiate with you either. You don’t have to stay, sweetheart. Only you can decide if you should. But if you do stay, I’m going to do what I want with you and you’re going to take it.”

I didn’t say anything right away. Explosions of love and fear were bursting inside of me.

“You have to trust me, Cara. It has to be that way with us.”

I knew he was right. And more than that, it was what I had always wanted. I wanted to feel what it would be like to completely trust a man with my body and my heart.

“I want to stay,” I whispered.

He walked over to me and put his hand up my skirt. His fingers slipped underneath my panties and slid back and forth over my wet cunt.

“Of course you do,” he said. “I already knew that.”

I couldn’t stop gasping as he played with me.

“Now, where is my hungry little whore?” he asked.

“I’m here,” I said, a little timidly.

I didn’t want to hold back from him anymore. I slowly walked over to the kitchen table and leaned over it, hiking up my skirt. It was hard for me to let out the words that were waiting on my tongue, crouched as if ready to pounce out into the open air.

“Please fuck me,” I finally said, feeling as if I was letting out an urgent secret. “Please, I’ve been wanting it so badly for days.”

“I have too,” he whispered.

He undid his pants and I started to undress along with him. The moment I was naked I leaned over the table again and soon I felt his cock push inside my cunt. I arched my back and rocked against him. It felt so good. I loved it. But I wanted more. I kept saying “please”, not even sure what I was looking for.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“I want to sit on your cock,” I replied without even thinking.

He pulled out of me, turned a chair around and sat in it. I stood in front of him, looking down at his hard cock so shiny from my juices. I bent over, my legs straight, my ass sticking up in the air and I sucked him. He put his hands over my ears and moved my head up and down on his dick. This drove me wild. I broke free, turned around and sat on him, his dick sliding deep into my cunt.

“Yeah!” I moaned breathlessly.

I rocked slowly on his cock at first, squeezing and stroking it with my cunt. I wanted more. I began to go faster, until I was slamming myself on his cock over and over again, loving the sound of our bodies slapping together. I played with my tits and fucked his dick as hard as I could. It wasn’t long before I was coming and crying out and screaming as I ground myself against him.

I felt him pushing me. We stumbled over to the couch where my body thudded against the leather armrest. I looked back at him, panting. I pushed my ass in the air. He thrust into my cunt again and fucked me from behind. I didn’t want it to end.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said breathlessly.

I followed him inside, only wanting him to fuck me some more. We fell onto the bed, both of us sweating. He didn’t waste any time getting his cock inside me again. He slammed his dick into me and sucked on my tits until I cried. Then suddenly he stopped. He looked down at me as he caught his breath and slowly pulled away. A sound came from me, something like a plea. He moved away from the bed momentarily and returned with a small bottle.

“Let me see your hand.”

I opened my hand and he squeezed some liquid into my palm. He put the bottle down on the side of the bed.

“Now massage my cock,” he told me.

My hand slid over his dick, which was so hard that it throbbed as I clutched it.

“I’m being nice to you,” he said. “Even though we don’t really needed any lubrication, the way your pussy is leaking.”

Fear gripped inside me as he pulled me to the edge of the bed. I thought he would turn me over, but he didn’t. He slid his fingers into my pussy, two and then three, pushing deep inside. I closed my eyes. Then, after a moment, I felt his fingers push into my ass and I squealed. I gasped as his fingers fucked both my holes. Just the thought of what he was doing and what he was about to do made my whole body flush with heat. I liked it and I didn’t care if that made me a trashy slut. I hugged my legs tight against me, my knees pressing into my shoulders.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned. “Yes, do it!”

I heard him draw in his breath.

“Cara, you whore!” he said. “Why did you come here pretending you don’t want it? You know you want to give me everything, slut!”

He took his fingers out of me and I felt the pressure of his dick at my asshole.

“Ahhhh!” I cried out as he pressed hard, my body resisting him at first.

“Take it easy,” he said calming me. “Relax.”

“Eric!” I whimpered.

The pressure was intense, until finally I felt the head of his cock stretching me as it slid inside my ass.

“Oh, you’re doing fine.” he whispered gently. “You’re doing really good, Cara.”

He thrust into me, each time going a little deeper until his whole cock was moving in and out of my ass. My body was shaking, and an endless stream of cries escaped me as he began fucking me deeper and harder, shoving his fingers into my cunt at the same time.

I came and the feeling hit me hard. It was different than anything I had ever experienced before. Wave after wave seemed to attack me. I grabbed for Eric, wanting to touch him, as if I needed an anchor. He just kept fucking me, our bodies moving up across the bed. He pounded into me, causing hot sparks to leap through my body.

“Are you ready to take my cum in your ass?” he asked me huskily.

“Help me,” I said, without knowing why.

He slipped his hands under my shoulders and brought my body flush against his. His dick felt incredibly deep. His grip was so tight I couldn’t move.

“I’m going to shoot inside you now.” he said, barely managing the words before he started calling out, somehow pressing deeper, coming and coming, forcing me to take every drop. I could hear my own voice yelling out. I struggled against him, oddly reassured when I couldn’t get away.

Afterwards, he pushed the hair from my face and looked into my eyes as he gasped for air. He let his cock slide out of me.

“I have to get up,” I said, suddenly feeling desperate.

“No, Cara, wait a few minutes,” he told me and then he squinted his eyes at me. “You weren’t thinking of going into the bathroom and pushing all of my cum out of you, were you?”

I knew my expression gave him his answer. I had suddenly become afraid of what I’d just let him do.

“Oh no,” he whispered. “Don’t do that, sweetheart.”

He started to move me, pushing me gently over the edge of the bed. The blood rushed to my head as he tipped me upside down. His hands smoothed over my belly, down towards my breasts in a repeated motion. My body slid down until my shoulders touched the floor. I whimpered and moaned.

“Trust me, Cara,” he said. “Take my cum deep inside you, slut.”

The fact that he was inviting me to trust him this way affected me deeply. It made me feel like he genuinely wanted and cared for me. I stretched my arms over my head, letting them fall relaxed on the ground. The fear that had been gripping at me now came in waves, the frequency slowly reducing until I didn’t feel it anymore. I imagined his cum seeping deeper into me, reaching places that had never been touched.

All of my dreams came true in that moment.

I was completely his.

“The End”

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“For those of you who have read my stories you know what I usually write here. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my writing, here goes: ”

“This story includes very unsafe sexual activity, which is fine for fictional characters. But in the real world we have to worry about HIV and other sexually transmitted diseases. Please decide carefully whom you should trust. Please be safe. ”