3 comments/ 24432 views/ 0 favorites Tables Are Turned By: MissSenses As he walks through the front door, he spots a glass of wine and a note on the table: Be at this hotel in one hour. Signed, Something Erotic Getting home late from work, he checks the time with a puzzled look and wonders what she's up to. Taking a sip of wine, he walks into the other room, stops suddenly, seeing the front door to the bedroom is open with a full view of the bed. Catching his eye is colored tissue paper hanging off the foot board with a big, unmarked white box on the floor. He looks around the room, thinking there would be some clues as to what was going on. Walking toward the closet, he kicks off his shoes, opens the doors and hangs up his jacket. He gets undressed and heads for the shower to pass some time. As he walks into the bathroom, he can smell her sweet perfume, so intoxicating. He remembers the last time she wore it. She'd put it at the base of her neck and between her thighs. He turns and sees the mirror. "The things I am gonna' do to you." is written in bright red lipstick. He looks at the time, ticking by so slowly, he can't wait to see her. After a long shower, he shaves, looking at her lipstick on the mirror. "Hmm, what are you going to do?" Feeling a rush of excitement, he realizes the time and quickly gets dressed, leaving in a hurry. Traffic is backed up as he looks at the time again. "Geez, I'm gonna' be late." Finally arriving at the front of the hotel, he hands the keys over to the valet, wishing that she was standing there waiting for him. He stops just inside the doors as they close behind him, glancing around the lobby for her. No trace as he starts walking toward the front desk, seeing the clock, almost 10:30pm. "Rats! I am late." "Can I help you sir?" a guy at the front desk questions him. "Oh, no. No thanks. I am waiting for someone." he says, looking around the lobby. "Very well, Sir." He turns his attention to the front door as they slide open, still no sign of her. While waiting, the red arrow on the elevator door lights up. The door opens but no one gets out. A few minutes pass and he wonders if he missed her. He leans up against the front desk and checks his cell phone, no messages. Once again the elevator lights up and the doors open. Almost looking away, he realizes she's standing there. Totally stunning, leaning up against the railing of the elevator. A long, black leather jacket comfortably goes down past her knees. Black shiny heels and red lipstick, she stood there with her hair up and her jacket slightly open at the top. Seductively smiling at him, she slips her hand down into the inside of her jacket, moving it open so one of her legs is exposed to him. He looks at her, his eyes following her beautiful, uncovered skin all the way up to where the belt is tied in the middle. He eagerly walks towards the doors, turning back for a second to see if the man was still at the front desk. "You find that someone, Sir?" with a small smirk on his face. "Yes. Thank you." he said, smiling, walking quickly to the elevator door. He steps in, his body facing out towards the front desk, but never take his eyes off her. She glances at the man leaning into the front desk and with a evil grin. She takes her finger and puts it to her lips with a wink. "Shhh" As the doors close, he smiles at her, watching until there wasn't anything left to see. She turns slowly, placing her hand on his shoulder. Looking into her eyes, he begins to speak. Stopping him with her finger firmly placed on his lips, she slowly backs up as she presses all the buttons up to the 20th floor. With a lustful stare, reaching for his hand, she starts kissing the top of it, brushing it across her cheek and down her neck. She sucks on the end of his finger only to bite the tip before removing it. "Ouch! Going to be naughty or nice?" he asks. Her finger reaches for his lips, she rubs them softly, letting his hand slip down into her jacket and over her warm breast. "Mmm, miss me, baby?" helping him rub his wet finger over her nipple. "Mmm, you know I do." as he lets out a sigh. The very thought of her completely nude under her jacket is making him so hard. She sticks her finger into his month, playing with his tongue. Grabbing her jacket, moving it to expose part of her breast to him. "Oh, mmm. " as the elevator suddenly starts to slow, coming to a stop. The doors open and, with her back to the door, people start to file in. His hand slowly pulls away from her jacket as he leans forward to kiss her on the forehead. She looks up at him and smiles, cupping his cock in her hand, squeezing ever so lightly. Quiet in the elevator except for a couple talking, the elevator slows and the doors open again. Everyone gets out except one man, who stands straight forward waiting for the doors to close. She begins moving her hand, unable to remain still, he grabs her wrist to pull it away as her grip tightens. Without warning, he moans."Uhhh" Suddenly the man turns his head to look at them. He smiles then turns back to the elevator doors as they open and they hear him leave. "Afraid he might see?" she asks, turning, then leans up against him, pressing her ass into him. Feeling his pants stretched tight, she pushes into him, leaning her head back onto his shoulder. "I want to see, show me." he says with a husky voice. She reaches down, slipping her hand between her jacket, two fingers probing between the folds of her soft skin. So much wetness, they slide quickly over her clit. Pulling them away, she takes them, placing them at his lips. He can smell and taste her sweet scent as he suddenly grabs her shoulders, quickly and firmly spinning her around, putting her back up against the railing. Grabbing at her belt, he pulls it loose quickly, opening her jacket with force, pinning it to the wall behind her. Her arms are trapped. He takes one of his knees, pushes her legs apart as she catches her breath, watching him drag his tongue over her nipples, tugging on them with his teeth. She shuts her eyes from the sudden rush of pleasure then opens them to see him looking up at her, almost on his knees. "Go ahead! Come on, fuck me." she barks, as the elevator starts to come to a stop. He sticks his tongue out and leans forward brushing her clit with his tongue. "Ooh, yeah!" she moans, staring at the door. The door opens and her heart starts pounding harder. "Oh, if they could see you now. What would they do? Do you think they would watch or would they turn away?" he asks under his breath, leans forward again to flick his tongue across her clit. Still, no one is there waiting, she shuts her eyes as he continues to tease her with the door still open. She hears voices in the hall as they start getting closer and closer to the door. He pushes his tongue inside her wet tunnel. "Mmm, ooh." she moans, realizing she's made so much noise as the door starts to close. A voice is right outside. "Get the door, honey! Get the door!" someone says, running up to the elevator door, trying to stop it from closing. The elevator starts to move again as she looks up, three more stops to the top. She breaks her arms free and grabs the top of his head, pullin' his hair. "Mmm, yeah, deeper baby." she lifts her leg, the back of her knee resting on his shoulder as his mouth completely covers her pussy. He grabs her ass tightly, squeezing it as the elevator moves, her hips pushing toward his mouth. The elevator comes to a stop and opens once again. Sliding her leg off his shoulder, pulling his head away. "Come here, kiss me." she says. He stands quickly, pressing the palms of his hands on the elevator wall behind her. Leaning into her, his tongue fills her mouth aggressively, twisting with hers, her breath quick and out of control. The doors close, she breaks off the kiss and pushes him back, forcing his back into the corner of the elevator. Grabbing him and kissing him hard, she bites at his bottom lip. "It's your turn, baby. You'd better hold on." she says, gripping his chest, dragging her fingernails down the top of his shirt. Her stare is intense as she stops at his jeans. He looks down, her leather jacket is wide open, he can see her breasts which are flushed pink with color. Unbuttoning his jeans, she reaches in, grabbing for his cock, holding it tightly in her hand. She rubs it across her lips, leaving her mouth slightly open. "Oh, you are so hard. You're making my lips all shiny, baby " she says, as she takes him into her mouth, sucking softly and rolling her tongue over the top. "Mmm, yes, I love the way your lips slide over me." he says, moaning, holding her jaw in his hands as he watches his cock disappear, over and over. His knees start to buckle and his hips move forward. His breath gets deeper. "Yes! Don't stop! Let me see those hungry eyes." he says heatedly. She looks at him, not turning away. "We made it to the top, baby!" he smiles, and the elevator doors open. She hears another voice. "Hold that elevator." she stands quickly, grabbing his face with both her hands, pressing her body into his. His sweet taste on her lips, she covers him, kissing him like no one was there. The man steps into the elevator. He wraps his arms around her, embracing her tightly. The man stands there without a word or a sound. The elevator door opens and he walks out. She stops kissing him and then drops back down onto her knees, taking him back into her mouth again. "Oh, you're a devil! Mmm." he moans, as she keeps him pinned in the corner. Reaching for the basement button with it lit up, now going straight to the bottom floor. Like the elevator moving so fast, her mouth was on him quickly and eagerly taking him in. The pleasure so intense, his head falls back into the wall behind him. His eyes roll back with his moans growing deeper. "Uhhh...uhhh." Finally they reach the basement. The doors open, he quickly reaches under her jacket, grabbing under her arms, picking her up and placing her on his hips. Her ass held tightly in his hands, he walks out into the parking garage. "A little farther." as he looks around. "Ohh, I want you! Just fuck me right here!" she moans in his ear, with the soft light of the garage. Her back is now pressed against the concrete wall. He enters her, his thrusting deep, quick, and without mercy. Her arms tight around his neck, holding onto him, her ankles locking around his back. Her high heels fall to the floor. The deep throbbing turns into a strong, continuous, and pulsating grab. She feels it start to take over. ''Ohh! Yes, I'm going cum!" she cries, not able to catch her breath. "Ohh...uhhhh...mmmm." throwing her head back as her mouth drops open, whimpering at each passing squeeze. Her nails dig into his shoulders. "Ooh, yeah, baby. Uhhh..." he grunts as he pulls her ass down into him, thrusting harder and quicker. "Ohh. You're gonna make me cum, too." he growls in her ear as she feels him flinch over and over, the warm sensation filling her. Both barely able to stand, he sets her down. Leaning her against the wall to catch her breath, she smiles at him. "Want to go for another ride?" he laughs. "Next time you can pick the elevator!" she snickers, then ties her jacket as he buttons his jeans, getting back into the elevator, pushing the button for the lobby. Once there, the doors open. Leaning across the front desk, looking over towards the elevator is the same man, smiling as they both briskly walk by the front desk. Smiling back at him, they leave the hotel. Tables Are Turned on Jennifer Jennifer needed sex. Three weeks earlier, she'd dumped Fredrik, the German guy she'd kept around for his cute accent and hard cock. But when he asked her to marry him, Jennifer realized Fredrik really wasn't playing the game right. And that game was sex. The fact she batted her eyes and made her lovers think she wanted more was just part of the performance. The men who figured that out were allowed to have her tight dancer's body and blonde pussy. The ones who didn't were shown the curb. But this time, Jennifer messed up because she dumped Fredrik without another cock in the bullpen. The lack of sex was driving her crazy! Not that she didn't get herself off, mind you. She did, with every cock-shaped instrument she could find, including that outrageously thick cucumber she'd salivated over the week before. Jennifer knew she was in a bad way when she practically ran home and fucked that cucumber like it was Fredrik, only not as needy. After three weeks, Jennifer had rubbed her clit raw, yet still needed the satisfaction only a cock could give her. Born and raised in Saint Louis, Jennifer still harbored some of the city's natural conservatism. She worked hard at her job. She saved her money. And she didn't fuck outside her race. That was one of the last sexual Rubicons she'd not crossed. Eat another girl's pussy? Jennifer had done it and liked it. Group sex with her two male roommates? Jennifer had swallowed a load from each of them. Jennifer had even made out with her sister last year after the two of them drank too much wine. The night it happened, Jennifer had pushed Lisa's hand aside when she tried to get in Jennifer's pants. During the past three weeks, Jennifer wished to hell she'd let Lisa's hand go further. Enough was enough, Jennifer finally decided. On Saturday afternoon, she called one of her girlfriends. Jennifer didn't have a lot of female friends. She thought it was because they were jealous of her looks. Truth be told, they thought she was a self-absorbed princess who only called them after she kicked her latest boy toy out of bed. So when Amelia saw Jennifer's phone number on her called ID, she sighed an audible sigh. "Hi, Jennifer," Amelia said, already questioning her decision to answer Jennifer's call. "Hi, Amelia. It's been so long since we've spent time together," Jennifer purred back. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me tonight?" Amelia saw where this was coming from, and where it was headed. But she couldn't stop herself. The club Jennifer suggested was the city's best dance club. Ostensibly gay, the place was a favorite hunting ground for Jennifer. Amelia wanted to say no, but she couldn't. Deep inside, she knew it was because she wanted to fuck little Jennifer herself. "OK, I'll meet you there around 11:00," Amelia replied. The game was on. Getting herself ready that night, Jennifer tried on three or four different outfits. Each brought to mind a different sexual conquest. "This is the skirt my boss put his hand up at last year's Christmas party," Jennifer giggled, "and the crotch of these jeans I rubbed against Bill's cock." Jennifer finally decided on a short black skirt and white button blouse. When she looked in the mirror, she liked what she saw. "I better get going before I fuck myself," Jennifer laughed as she headed out the door to meet Amelia. The club was a labyrinthine old building with a large dance floor on the second level, and six or seven smaller rooms spread throughout that were notorious for the uninhibited fun had within. Jennifer liked those rooms. At 11:10, Jennifer rolled into the club. She knew eyes were on her. When she saw Amelia at the bar, she walked over and gave her a hug and a European kiss on the cheek. After a few minutes of small talk, the girls went to the dance floor. The music played, and at first, Jennifer danced with Amelia, complimenting her on her hair, telling her how they really had to do this more often. But as the night progressed, Amelia could sense Jennifer losing interest. For a few seconds, and then a few minutes, Jennifer danced with the other people around her, not Amelia. By 1:00 o'clock, Amelia had hailed a cab and went home. Last she saw Jennifer, the slinky blonde was dancing close to a cute black guy. "Go for it, you little bitch," Amelia muttered as she walked out into the cool night air. Jennifer didn't even see her go. In fact, by that time, Jennifer had totally forgotten she had a friend named Amelia. Now Jennifer was focused on one thing, and his name was John. She'd noticed him about a half earlier, while she was in the early stages of letting a twenty-one year old kid slide his hand under her skirts. She sensed his need, and his bulging cock. But after spotting Henry in the corner, dancing by himself, Jennifer left the kid and made her way over to John. "Time for bigger game," Jennifer said to herself as she danced towards John. Jennifer's unaccompanied appearance caught John's eye. Slowly, Jennifer began dancing around, then with John. Her thin body moved like a snake, her mouth slightly open, her red lipstick in stark contrast to her ivory-white skin. How many times had she snared prey in this club, in this very corner of the dance floor? She'd lost count. But this was different. John was handsome. He was athletic. And he was very, very black. After they'd danced a while, Jennifer took John's hand and walked him to one of her favorite rooms in the club. The music was softer there, and the lights were lower. As they took their place on the floor, Jennifer pressed her body into John's, feeling his hard chest and his growing cock. Two songs later, they were in John's car, headed to Jennifer's apartment. As she sat next to John, Jennifer let one hand slip to his lap, while the other unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse. As she did, Jennifer spoke to John of pedestrian things. Instead of listening to the answers, she leaned over and ran her tongue down his neck and along his collarbone. "Do you like red wine?" Jennifer asked. John stammered an incoherent reply. "How about white meat?" Jennifer asked, as her graceful little hand pinched the nipple of her right breast. The scenario that was about to unfold Jennifer saw as clearly as the sweat forming on John's brow. She'd bring this shy beauty back to her apartment, seduce him, ride his black cock, then send him packing. It would go off without a hitch. Hitches only came when they cared too much. As they got out of the car and walked up the steps to her apartment, Jennifer started to wonder. She'd always seen herself as a sophisticated, liberal woman. Could it be that she was about to fuck this guy because he was black? Was it true that she really just wanted to see how his big lips would feel on her breasts, and how big that black cock really was? And how his black skin looked against her pale flesh? "I'd like you to come in," she whispered to him when they reached her door. Turning on a dim light, Jennifer led John to the couch. "I'll get us a glass of wine," she said, leaving John to admire her ass as she walked towards the kitchen. When she came back, she set the two glasses on the table and positioned herself on John's lap, facing him, straddling his legs with hers. Jennifer leaned in and kissed John lightly on the lips. His were the first black lips she'd ever kissed. She liked their fleshiness, their sensuality. Playfully, she flicked the tip of her tongue into his mouth, knowing he'd respond. He did, his tongue initially playing with hers gently, then forcing itself deep into Jennifer's open mouth. As her mouth received John's tongue, Jennifer began gyrating her pussy on his lap. John's hands had by now worked their way up Jennifer's skirt, to her ass. Growing ever more bold, his hands touched Jennifer's soaked pussy lips. "Do you like white pussy?" Jennifer asked. Without another word, Jennifer unzipped John's pants. What emerged was almost more than Jennifer dared to dream. It was like a giant black snake, slowing uncoiling for her pleasure. Not quite hard, it was already nine inches long and as thick as her slender white forearm. Her tiny white fist did not even begin to encircle it. Jennifer felt a sense of awe. How would that monster feel inside my little pussy, Jennifer wondered to herself. "Let's go to my bedroom," Jennifer said. They did, her first, him following. John's cock pressed against Jennifer's petite little ass as she led the way. Once in the bedroom, John changed. Abandoning his quiet reserve, he pushed Jennifer to the bed and ripped the skirt off her body. "You thought fucking a black guy would be a thrill, didn't you, princess," he whispered to Jennifer in a low, purposeful voice that turned her on and frightened her. "Thought you'd get some black dick. Well, you're gonna get more than you planned for," he said. And with that, John turned Jennifer over and began to press his massive cock into Jennifer tight asshole. "God don't," Jennifer pleaded, as she felt the purple head of the black cock gradually work it's way into her ass. "You'll rip me apart!" "Too late," John said. "No more time for games." John's cock began sinking deeper into Jennifer's ass. It seemed a miracle, this massive black pole going deeper and deeper into the blonde's petite ass. Jennifer screamed "Stop! Please stop. You're gonna kill me," Jennifer pleaded, but John just laughed. He knew she wasn't dying. In fact, he knew the fun was just starting. "Relax, bitch," John calmed her. "Just relax and take it in." Initially, Jennifer's fear kept her tight. But as John settled into a long, slow rhythm, Jennifer felt herself relaxing. She couldn't believe this black stud was fucking her ass. This was animal sex, and it was the only thing Jennifer wanted. The sight of John's black fingers rubbing her pink clit stirred something really deep inside her stomach. "Fuck me," Jennifer panted. Sensing that John was getting close, Jennifer looked forward to getting his black cum up her ass. But to her shock, and horror, John quickly plunged his cock deep into her spoiled little pussy and pumped what seemed to be a gallon of hot cum inside her. Jennifer wasn't using any protection, and the thought that this black stranger might just have impregnated her scared her to death. But it also drove her wild. "Don't stop!" she pleaded. He didn't. As if the first cum was just a prelude, John sank ever deeper into the tiny blonde's cunt. Jennifer couldn't believe how her pussy opened. For the first time in her 29 years, Jennifer felt fulfilled. She felt almost as if this black cock was what she'd been looking for her whole life. White pussy, black cock, hot cum. That's what life was about. This second go-round ended with John shooting a tremendous load into Jennifer eager mouth. As she orally received the cock, Jennifer looked in the mirror. The reflection was almost surreal, John's massive cock pumping her thin little white face like it was a piece of meat. "I'm a slave to this cock," Jennifer told herself. "God, please let me be a slave to this." Exhausted, the two lovers collapsed and sleep took them. Through the night, Jennifer felt secure and warm next to John's strong body. The thought of waking up and jacking his cock off into her mouth made her happy. But when Jennifer turned over at 8:30 the next morning, John was gone. She didn't even know his last name, or where he lived. As the weeks went by, Jennifer thought she'd die. At work, she'd daydream of John's black cock fucking her ass, and his tongue licking her nipples. She tried everything. She even went back to the dance club. But she never saw John again. Sure, she picked up a few other black guys and fucked their brains out. In fact, she only fucked black guys from that time forward. A few of the experiences were fun, like the night she got double-teamed by a couple Saint Louis Rams football players. She even bought a black dildo and fucked herself with it constantly. But it didn't fill the real hole she felt. Little did Jennifer know that John never gave her a second thought after that night. Just another white snob out to get fucked by a black man, he figured. The only time the subject of Jennifer ever came up again was when one of his black buddies told him one afternoon about a cute little blonde he'd picked up and fucked senseless the night before. "Yeah, what was her name?" John asked. When his buddy said, "Jennifer," it didn't even ring a bell.