16 comments/ 73066 views/ 20 favorites Hot Cocoa By: skirtnpantyhose Hey everyone, I want to share a true story about myself that I just have to get off my chest! This is about the first time I cheated on my husband. This happened a little while ago, so some of the details are a bit fuzzy. This is a true story and I will make sure to point out if the story is fiction. Chapter 1 First things first, about me. My name is Alexis but everyone calls me Alex. I am a 28. I'm 5'2" tall and about 115lbs. I have shoulder length brown hair and very adorable blue eyes. I've been told I have a great smile and an even better rack! I'm a 32B if you were wondering. I love to keep in shape at the gym, my body is very important to me. I think my favorite feature about myself is my legs, which is probably why I'm the only woman on the planet who actually likes to wear pantyhose. I have girlfriends who ask me all the time why I wear them, I say 'why not? They make my legs look nice!' Also, if you were wondering I wear a size 5 ½ shoe. I guess that about sums it up for my looks I guess. My husband's and my love life has been stale to state it frankly. I guess it has been since we got married. Nothing exciting ever happens. Either I just lay there unimpressed while he thinks he's god's gift to the clitoris, grunting away like an ape. Or I'm on top trying to achieve orgasm and he either cums too fast or pinch my nipples too hard to where that's all I can concentrate on. Don't get me wrong, I love my breasts played with, but not that hard! Also, every time I give him oral he never returns the favor; I bet I can count the number of times he's gone down on me on one hand. He tells me that it's either gross or he just doesn't feel like it, which I don't understand. I always keep things very tidy, including shaving myself daily along with my legs every day. I read in one of my girly magazines many years ago that guys really enjoy it, so I thought 'what the hell, I'll give a try'. Once I did, wow, the cool breeze across it was enough to get me in the mood. So now, I'm fully shaven every day and I actually enjoy it. Funny thing was, as I found out later that when I put my pantyhose on, (I don't wear underwear with pantyhose) the slight movement from the silk against it was a friendly reminder of how sexy I look! To say that sex with my husband is boring would be an understatement. But I am a good girl, I try not to think of sex with anyone else, I was raised Catholic and went to a Catholic school, adultery is a terrible sin. Which is why that day was such a tough choice for me. That day I was on my regular routine. Get dressed, go to get coffee at a local coffee shop and head to work. That day was warm as I remember. I put on a typical business outfit for the day. I had a cute button up fitted blouse that I love; it has medium sleeves with a slight cuff. I buttoned it appropriate for work, just a slight bit of the girls showing. Under that was a sensible bra, nothing fancy but held my breasts in place nicely under the shirt. Next, were my pantyhose, a pair of nude colored sheer-to-waist. I've always liked that color because it made my legs look bare, but seemed to even out my skin tone to make my legs look extra smooth. That day I decided to put on a cute little black skirt that was snug fitting around my hips down to my thighs and had a little flare just a few inches above my knees. I knew this skirt was a little tough to walk in because of it's tightness, but I didn't care, I knew it made my hips look great. Some earrings, and a necklace followed by my favorite pair of Mary Jane style heels, they looked good and were easy to slip off under my desk if my feet hurt. Make-up was last and I headed out the door and into my car. I made it to the coffee shop earlier than usual and had some time to kill so I decided to sit and read a book I had just picked up. I sat at one of the booths and sipped my coffee. The book was mildly entertaining, something about a girl who loses her way and finds it again, yawn. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a pair of eyes watching me. I smile and return to my book. Then I felt someone near me, I look up to see a black man smiling at me. He looked to be about 22, he was tall and had short shaved hair. I could see his medium sized build under his shirt and his very toned muscles as he held his coffee. The exact opposite that my husband was. "How is the book?" he asked. I sat there for a long pause, speechless. He was gorgeous, his well defined jaw and bright teeth as he smiled. "Good" I stammered. I must have sounded like a complete idiot to him as I stumbled over myself. "I really liked her other works, I was curious to see how that one was." Another smile. "It's a bit pretentious," I quipped putting the book down. "May I sit?" as he pointed to the empty booth seat across from me. I nodded yes. I don't remember who made the conversation start, but I remember that I felt wonderful talking to him. He was intelligent, witty and listened to my opinions. Suddenly it dawned on me, he was flirting with me! A younger man as handsome as he was, hitting on little old me! I'm sure he saw the realization come over me as I crossed my legs under the table and try to make it look not so obvious that he was giving me butterflies. Nervously, I tried my best to flirt back; it has been so long since I had tried I wasn't sure I was doing it right. I felt like a schoolgirl again, giggling and playing with my hair. I uncrossed my legs and re-crossed them, however this time I felt a slight movement from my nylons against my clitoris. It seemed to tickle so badly that I nearly blurted out a snicker. A wave of good feeling rushed over my body and I felt my face and chest go flush. I looked at my watch and realized that I was already late for work, I lost track of time flirting with this good-looking man. He asked me if I was interested in borrowing a book we had been discussing. I told him that I really had to get to work. As I said those words, I felt his hand touch my knee under the table; another warm rush came over me. He lightly pleaded that I should really read this book. Normally I'm a very responsible person. I always make my appointments and keep them promptly. However, something inside me clicked a little switch and I heard myself say: "Sure, I'd like that". I said with a smile. "But how would you get the book to me?" I played coy. "Oh, let me take you to the book, it would be much faster". He offered. He slid out of the booth and offered his hand to help me out of the booth. We threw away our coffee cups and headed for the door, my heels making a faint clicking noise in front of him. I could feel his eyes on my butt as I walked; it made me smirk on the inside. He said it would be easier to take his car since he knew the way. I followed him and he opened my door for me, like a gentleman. I sat down and crossed my legs left over right. He got in and started the car, and just like that, we were on our way. My butterflies are in full effect now as he says, "I think you will really enjoy this book" as he places a hand on my nylon covered knee. "It sounds great" I replied, putting my right hand on top of his gently. I felt his hand, the warmth and the size move ever so slowly up my leg. I let out a barely audible sigh and uncrossed my legs. His hand traveled further up my leg to my thigh, pushing the skirt higher. Another powerful wave of warmth rushed through me. I pushed his hand off my thigh; he gave me a puzzled look. I smiled as I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned over to rub his crotch. I felt the definite bulge of his penis and began unbuckling his belt and pants zipper. His half erect penis sprung out of his trousers and boxers. At this point he was already bigger than my husbands average unit. I grabbed his penis with my right hand and I felt it grow and grow and grow. It was huge and magnificent. It was thick with great looking veins and an enormous head. My mouth watered as I bent over, half in my seat half in his, I swallowed what I could and gripped the rest with my hand. It made my hand look tiny compared to this monster it was holding. I bobbed up and down, each time trying to take more in my mouth. I squeezed my legs together feeling the nylon rub against me. I had never seen a black dick before let alone sucked one, so I wanted to make sure it was good. I stroked with my hand and bobbed up and down at a medium pace. I moaned slightly as I took it as deep as it would go. I remember opening my eyes to see that there were still a few more inches to go! I pulled it out of my mouth and stroked him, looking at his hugeness. I could see the spit line where my lips had ended, and it was only half way down! I licked the shaft like an ice cream cone starting at the base and working my way up. After about a half dozen licks I sunk my mouth back down on him. He was salty and tasted manly, clean but masculine. I bobbed again and again, letting it hit the back of my throat, and it was all I could take. I felt myself getting wet and moist; this had never happened from giving head before. I didn't care. All that mattered was him, in my mouth at that moment. On one last down bob I felt his hand on the back of my head and the obvious convulsions. He moaned as I felt the warmness fill my mouth and throat. I held on for dear life as I felt my toes curling in my shoes, clutching him with my hand. I stayed on him for as long as I could hold out, but my mouth filled too quickly and I pulled off him. One final blast hit me square in the mouth and splattered on my lips, nose and chin. I sat up and took a big gulp as I tried to swallow his load. Some had managed to sneak its way past my lips and drip down my chin, meeting the final squirt. It dripped quickly onto my blouse, skirt and hose. I felt the warmth and stickiness on my leg as it seeped into the nylon. I covered my mouth as I wiped it of the salty mess. He handed me a napkin like a gentleman. I looked at him and laughed as I wiped my mouth. He zipped his pants back up as I looked at the stains on my clothes. I could tell that I wasn't going to make it into work today. I reached into my purse for my cell phone and called my work to let them know that I wasn't going to be able to make it in. He looked at me and smiled, saying that it was going to be a long car ride. I sighed and sat back in the seat, still looking at those stains. I felt myself getting even more wet thinking about what I had just done. At this point I was totally controlled by my vagina. I felt the juices flow from between my legs; I squeezed my legs together. Whatever it wanted, I was willing to give it. I slipped off my shoes and leaned the seat all the way back. I lifted my hips and inched my skirt to my waist. I ran both hands up and down my legs and finally onto my hose covered clitoris. I slipped one hand inside my pantyhose and ran two fingers over it, feeling how slick it was. I pushed harder, making small circles with my hand. I could feel the pleasure building. I put my feet up on the dash, spreading them wide. I heard his voice say, look in the glove box. I didn't hear the rest. He pointed to a pair of scissors and said I should cut the cotton panel out of my pantyhose. I joked that he just wanted to watch me play with myself. He laughed and said of course he did. I giggled and did as I was instructed, and carefully cut the cotton panel out, making sure to not put a run in the hose. The panel was soaked with my juices as I threw it on the floor. There it was, my pussy outlined by the pantyhose for the entire world to see. I leaned back and put my feet up on the dash again. I started rubbing once more, feeling the warmth over come my body. I reached up with one hand and unbuttoned my blouse down to my waist with the final two button still attached. Reaching in I found the front clasp and let it go, my breasts falling to each side. Rubbing harder with my left hand I reached into my bra cup with my right grabbing my left breast. My eyes are tightly shut as I breathe quickly. I felt his hand at my pussy, pushing his muscular hand through mine. I moved both my hands to my breasts and began messaging them. He plunged a finger inside just as I pinched both nipples lightly and I came. My eyes tightly shut as my body began to quiver. He worked his finger in and out slowly, making a slurping noise as I continued to cum. My body shook as I thrust my hips upward. I let out a faint scream as I climaxed. My head began to spin as I let go of my breasts. My body went numb as I relaxed. He pulled his hand away as I lay there. The last thing I remember before falling asleep, was thinking how amazing that my orgasm felt, easily in the top 2 of my life. Chapter 2 I awoke to the car coming to a stop. I felt a cool breeze on my vagina and realized that my clothes were in disarray. I took a few moments to adjust my skirt and put my shoes on. I opened the door and re-clasped the front of my bra and buttoned a few of the buttons back up. He closed the garage door behind me as I walked in the house. It was a typical bachelor pad type house. Two stories, a bare kitchen minus the table and chairs. He asked me to take off my shoes at the doorway. I proceeded through the kitchen into the living room, again the typical single male décor. Big screen TV, big stereo, two black leather couches and a coffee table. It was amazing how big the living room was and how little furniture he had, it really made the space feel bigger than it was. He flicked on the track lighting overhead and I saw him standing by one of the couches beckoning me over. I sauntered over with a swing in my step, my hips bouncing from side to side. I was still very nervous and extremely giddy. I was excited and scared all at the same time; it was an amazing feeling as I approached him. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him and he leaned down to kiss me. Another warm rush of feeling came over me. Our tongues danced wildly as we kissed, I sighed into his mouth deeply. I wanted so much to please him. I kissed his neck and started unbuttoning his dress shirt. Kissing my way down his collar to his taut pecks I pulled his shirt from his pants and removed it from his muscular arms. I continued to lightly kiss my way down. His rippled abs was so soft as I moved past them to his belly button. I fell to my knees and unbuckled his belt. Unzipping his pants they fell to the ground and he stepped out of them, meanwhile removing his socks. I snagged his boxers with two fingers and pulled them down to his ankles and removed them. I crossed my feet behind me and felt the nylon rub against my toes as I stared as his flaccid penis. I wet my lips and leaned forward and braced my hands on his thighs. I took his entire penis into my mouth and pressed my nose into where his pubic hair would be, but he apparently had shaved that off. I felt him grow in my mouth quickly and I had to move my head backwards. As I pulled back I grabbed it with my left hand and stared at how quickly it became hard. Just then I saw the difference in our skin tone. Him being so dark and my skin being so light. It went against everything I was taught by my parents and school. Good white girls don't date black men. But here I was, on my knees in front of a black man and I couldn't have been more turned on. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time, I got nervous again. I knew I had to pleasure him well; it was my duty as a good white girl. He looked down as I opened my mouth and sank down on his once more. He must have noticed the difference in our skin color too as he looked at me. He bunched my hair into a ball behind my head with one hand and watched me bob up and down on him. He guided my head at a slow pace going in and out of my mouth. He looked down and saw my ring on my hand, circling his penis. "Oh my god, are you married?" he exclaimed. I looked up at him, still stuffed to the back of my throat, "Yeff I mm" I mumbled. After a few more bobs on his penis he pulled my head back by my hair and lifted me to my feet. I was worried that I had done something wrong. "Is that bad? Did I do something wrong? Do you want me to leave? Should I take my ring off" I stammered, scared of what he might say. He said nothing as he walked behind me; I almost started to cry because I didn't know how he was going to react. I stood there, feeling his presence behind me. I felt his warm breath on the nape of my neck that felt so good but also so scary at the same time. "I'm going to have fun with you" he told me; I could hear the smirk on his face as he led me down the hallway of his first floor. I looked left and saw his bedroom. He turned me abruptly to the left and into his bedroom. His bedroom was sparsely decorated. A TV sat on a dresser at the end of the room with the unusually high bed facing it. The bed had 4 large pillars made of a dark wood on each corner. A nightstand on each side of the bed was covered in Penthouse and Playboy magazines with frilly white girls scantily clad on the covers. The shades in the room were drawn and little light was let in and he didn't turn on the lights. He stood me facing away from him but at the foot of the bed. I looked at the big pillars and thought how mighty they looked standing roughly 6 feet in the air. I noticed that the bed didn't have sideboards and the mattress came up to the exact middle of my belly button. It certainly was high! He ordered me to stand on my tiptoes. I dutifully obeyed his command and rose on my nylon feet. "Higher!" he barked. I strained as best I could to get on the very tops of my toes. I nearly lost my balance as he gave me a shove in the middle of my back. I toppled over at the waist and landed onto the bed with a thump. My toes still grasping ever so slightly at the carpet below. I could barely get 2 or 3 toes planted on the ground. It was as if he had bent me at a 90-degree angle at the waist. I reached forward on the bed to grasp the sheets and hold on without slipping off the bed. I sensed him behind me, looking at me. Staring at my taut calves and thighs, smooth in my pantyhose. I felt his hands run up the sides of my thighs and up my skirt. My skirt began inching its way up my legs and found a resting place at my hips. He ordered me to spread my feet wider. I obliged and shuffled my feet wider, still straining my toes to keep my balance. I felt a wisp of air cruised over my clitoris the instant I opened my legs and it felt amazing. I could feel his eyes looking directly at my wetting clitoris squirming and expecting. I turned to look at him, stretching my neck and my grip on the comforter. He snapped at me to face the wall. I flung my head back between my two outstretched hands and waited for his next move. My ass felt as though it was pushing to the sky as I heard him shuffle about. His fingers graced my clit lightly and I could feel my body shake from his touch. Unexpectedly, he wildly slapped my right butt cheek with amazing force. "UUNNFFFHH!" I gritted through my teeth, no one had ever slapped my ass so hard or with such force before. Not to mention that it was stupendously sudden and without warning. My hosed butt cheek rang as it stung. FFWWAAPP!! Came another blow to my left butt cheek. Again I let out a cry and tried to remain silent, but it was just too much. I bit the comforter to regain control from the stinging. My hands now tighter than ever clenched the bedspread and my toes pained from having to stay in this high of a position for so long. Now both of my butt cheeks throbbed terribly. Despite the pain I felt my pussy start to leak with my juices. I could not believe how exited I felt. I felt so horribly helpless and at his mercy. Still tasting his dick in my mouth I licked my lips and waited for his next move. Hot Cocoa Blowjob There is something very domestic about watching her putter about in the kitchen. She is making hot cocoa -- I love a good cuppa hot sweetness on a cold evening -- so she had my full attention. Mostly because she was cooking in the nude. Tight, pert arse: the kind that makes me think of wooden spoons and bending her over the counter. Tight, perky breasts: just sized to fit into a coffee-mug. Mmm... dipping her tits into the hot cocoa and sucking them... Tight: the fit of my jeans across my hard cock. Naked cooking -- domestic and erotic. She carried the hot mugs towards my chair, smiling as she saw the bulge in my jeans. "Mmm.... a candy cane to stir my cocoa?" I laughed. "Might be a bit tricky to fit it into the cup, love." "Then I'll just have to fit the cup around it..." she said as she set the mugs on the side-table and knelt before me. Her hands stroked across my thighs, heading straight to the zipper. I rarely wear underwear, so she was able to see -- and touch -- my erection as soon as the zipper was down. But that was all she could do. I am far too large to be 'fished out through the opening' when fully erect. "This would be easier if you wore a robe, y'know," she said, working on my buckle and waist button. "Who said I wanted to make things easy for you?" I reached for her head to draw her onto my cock. I like the hardness, controlling her motions, pushing her down along my length, using her mouth as my fuck-toy... "Wait!" she said, "Let me do this, I want to stir my cocoa..." ... but I love to let her surprise me too, and pleasure me at her own rhythm. But I really didn't want to get up and do pushups into a cup of hot chocolate, so how...? She took a big gulp of cocoa into her mouth, and grinned up at me. Ahhh. She lowered her head to my cock, and rubbed its tip with her lips. Then she steadied my shaft with her hand, and slowly pushed her mouth down on me. The sliding pressure was wonderful, and the liquid heat was glorious on my skin. Just at the edge of bearable. I squirmed restless in the chair, but her mouth and hand had me trapped in that maddening heat. No escape but straight through, deeper. Trickles of cocoa leaked out around the seal of her lips, running down my shaft, between her fingers, making me slick. Heating me up further. She started sliding up and down my shaft, my erection filling her mouth, making it bulge with hot drink and hot cock. Her hand slid up and down to match, the dribbling threads of hot chocolate as lubricant, making my penis into a economy-sized candy bar. I could feel her lips curl back as she pulled away, then they clamped on my head and there was a moment of mind blowing, intense suction as she swallowed her mouthful of cocoa with my cock-head still inside. She kept her hand masturbating my shaft as she took another mouthful. I was breathing hard, feeling the tiny twitches and jumps that signal I am close. The air on my shaft didn't even register as cold, until she pushed her mouth down on my cock again, keeping her lips tight to my skin, sucking me into the heat, the feel of her tongue, the inside of her cheeks rubbing my shaft. The heat was too much -- or not quite enough. I started bucking into her mouth, gripping the arms of my chair. Her head rocked in sequence, driving her mouth down my erection, her hands sliding down to grip my balls at the base of my cock. A faint scraping of teeth and I was over the top, groaning and bucking, thrusting myself into her, my cock exploding deep in her mouth. A scalding wetness flooded over my shaft and balls as she struggled to swallow my cock, my cum, and the hot cocoa -- all of it mixing and overflowing. "mmm....," she said a bit later, idly licking my softening shaft clean, "I love my cocoa with extra cream..." Hot Cocoa FFWWWAAPPP!! Another excruciating open handed slap to my already hurt and stinging right butt cheek. I winced again and let out a muffled scream through the blanket I had firmly gripped between my teeth. I buried my face in the comforter and I again felt the tingling between my legs and the instant flow of juice. "So what's a good pretty little white girl like you doing wearing no underwear?" He alleged, staring at my bare pussy, dripping wet outlined by the hole in my pantyhose. "I don't know!" I sobbed through the wet piece of blanket in my mouth. "Seems to me that you were looking for something" he assumed, taking a step back to admire the view I was giving him. "Nmm, mm" I moaned in disagreement with his supposition. "Well, that just doesn't make sense now does it? Call me 'sir' from now on because that lily white pussy is mine, got it?" He snapped at me. "Mmm, hmm" I grunted through my teeth, nodding my head. FWWWAAAPP!! He let out another strong blow to my left butt cheek and another wince from me. "Hey! What did I say?" He yelled at me "don't make me smack you again!" I spit out the comforter from my teeth and lips and wept, "Yes, Sir". "Now, where were we? Hmm?" he paused. "You know I ain't using no rubbers," He said with authority. Stepping forward he grabbed my pantyhosed hips and aimed his dick at my moist pussy. He inched it ahead as I felt the head of his dick touch my pussy lips. He pulled my hips backwards as his slipped easily inside me. He stopped with the head just barely inside the breach of my pussy. "Is this what you wanted 'lily white pussy'?" he interrogated. Holding his dick still inside me. "Yes, Sir" I whimpered back. Just as I had finished saying that he thrust his pelvis forward and entered me all the way to the base of his dick. I let out a faint gasp as he filled me. I had never been so full in all my life! My breath quickened trying to adjust to the now giant penis stretching my pussy. I clutched onto the bedspread with dear life. He pulled my hips tighter, pushing his dick to the hilt. A warm wave of feelings made my body tingle as I felt my pussy quiver around his dick. After what felt like a minute or two he pulled back allowing only the tip of his penis to be inside me and rammed it straight to the back of my pussy. I gasped again from the force of his thrust. I could sense my pussy become wetter at that very moment, trying it's best to lubricate the giant that was inside me. He pulled back again and repeated his last motion. Another gasp for air. He began pulling back and thrusting over and over again. First, it was slow and I could catch my breath. However, after about 4-5 minutes of his ever-increasing lunges I could no longer maintain my breathing rhythm. Instead of short quick deep breaths, all I could manage was to hold it in and wait until the last possible second to let out a huge scream. "AAHHHH!!!" I shrieked from his pounding. His motions only became harder and faster at my cries. "You like that, 'lily white bitch'?" he grunted under his heavy breath. "AWWHHH!! Yaa-yea-yesssss, S-s-sir!" was all I could eek out between his heavy hammering. He continued to thump my pussy profoundly; all the while his two giant meaty hands firmly grasped my hips. Locked in for the long haul, as it was seem. My toes tensed, trying to hold my body weight up but at the same time wanting to curl from the intense sensations. My calved ached from the workout. He furiously impelled me over and over again, each time trying to drive his dick further and further inside me. I screeched and moaned at every thrust and tried to take short deep shallow breaths when he would pull back. It seemed to be my only reprieve from his constant force. "Oh my fucking GOD! I'm fucking cumming!" I heard myself yell. My pussy walls clasped onto his dick for dear life as my entire body began to shake uncontrollably. I sunk my teeth into the comforter one more time and clawed my hands tightly to brace myself. He locked his hands into my hips and gave me one final push into my tight trembling pussy. He held it tight and deep inside me as I finished convulsing all over his dick. My breathing slowed but was still very quick and heavy, I wiped my hair away from my face and took a deep breath. He ripped his dick out from inside me. I could feel how empty my pussy seemed. He pulled my hips and stood me up, spun me around to face him and told me to get on my knees. My skirt still bunched up around my waist I preceded as I was told. Both legs pained as I knelt in front of him, resting my hands on my silky knees and thighs. I felt the nylon of my hosed toes rub against one another as I placed my feet together just under my butt. I felt the nylon covering my butt touch that of my lower calves and suddenly felt the stings from his early spanks. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my juices soaked into the crotch of my pantyhose about two inches down from my pussy. I took a quick glance downwards to see a dark tan circle of my juices embedded in my hose. Once again I was face to face with his dick, staring at it I could see how it glistened from my juices. Like a giant black obelisk it stared at me. He looked down on me and instructed me to open my blouse and show him 'those titties'. Obediently, I unbuttoned it down to my skirt where it was still tucked in and gently opened it for him to see. My bra still clasped tightly securing my breasts in their cups. I unhooked the front clasp of my bra and let my breasts fall with a slight bounce. I pushed my bra aside under my blouse as he moved forward pressing his dick against my mouth. By instinct I opened my mouth and took him in my mouth. I could taste my remnants on his dick as I took it inside. I was glad to notice that my taste on his dick was barely available and even tasted a bit sweet. My lips glided effortlessly on his already soaking dick. I bobbed up and down on his throbbing member, desperately wanting to give him pleasure. I wantonly sucked his dick with all the skill I could muster. I took him as deep as I could down the back of my throat and back up again to start over. "Ooo, fuck yes!" He sighed, "cup 'dem titties for me". Again, I dutifully complied with his command. I pulled my hands from my knees and cupped my breasts and pressed them together, lifting them as if to present them to him. He put a thick hand behind my head and took hold my head by my hair. He guided my head on and off his dick with slight pushes in each direction. "Now girl, who's titties are 'dem?" his well spoken manner was now gone and more primitive. He pulled my head off his dick and I looked up to him. "Yours, Sir" I replied staring at his big brown eyes with the most sincerity. "Good" He said in a low tone guiding my face back towards his dick to allow me to suck it again. Still presenting my breasts in my hands and holding them firmly I moved up and down on him. He once again pulled my head away from his dick. "Now girl, whose lily white pussy is that?" He queried, knowing how I would respond. "Yours, Sir" I replied again with the utmost sincerity. He again replaced my head directly onto his dick, expecting me to suck him. I started sucking again and felt his other hand reach around and steady his dick for me. Pulling it back straining his dick I felt it become even harder in my mouth. He once more pulled my mouth off him and arched my neck back. I noticed that it was extremely difficult to close my mouth with my neck in the position so I relaxed my jaw and let it agape slightly. I looked up at him expectantly and panted softly. He stroked himself exactly two times and aimed it at my face before I saw the thick white cum shooting out with massive force. I felt the cum splash over my face, hitting my nose, cheek, chin and some in my mouth. He continued his bombardment by aiming the next blast of hot pearly white cum directly at my breasts. It plopped down with a thick squish as it coated my breasts and oozed itself in and around my hands and fingers. Just as that shot exited his dick he steered my face back on his dick to accept his final loads of hot cum. I swallowed quickly allowing him to fill my cheeks with his seed. Several loads later he finished unleashing his sperm. He pulled my head back and guided his dick out from the grasps of my lips. He wiggled his dick around my face spreading his sticky sperm all over my cheeks and lips. I licked at his dick like a candy cane, tasting his salty spread. He let go of my head and smiled. He looked down at me as he walked away. I sat there; my butt firmly sat on my hosed heels, still stinging from before, alone. Cum dripping down my chin, cum oozing between my hands and running down my belly. I couldn't believe how much cum there was. It felt like a gallon of sperm covered my body, all sticky and warm. I'm sure I was quite a mess when he returned with a towel. "Here" He handed me the towel, reaching with a jizz soaked hand I took it from him. "Clean up, 'lily'". I suppose he had forgotten my name, but I guessed it was more likely short for 'lily white pussy' as he referred to before. I wiped myself as best I could and stood up. My face completely covered and my chest was extremely soaked. I used up the towel and threw it on the floor. He lay on the bed nude under the covers and motioned for me to come over to him. I pulled down my skirt and to my amazement; it too had been covered in his gooey sperm. The front of it was flooded with his cum. I laughed on the inside, not giving a second thought to it as I climbed onto the bed and unfolded the covers to lay next to him. He curled his large arms around me as I nuzzled his chest and instantly fell asleep for a second time. Chapter 3 I awoke sometime later to an empty bed. The bedspread was akimbo as was my hair and clothing. I could feel my nyloned legs slide between the sheets as I stirred. His cum had solidified on my skirt and I reached down to feel its starchiness. I rolled onto my back and felt my breasts flop to either side. I buttoned my bra back in front, securing my breasts back in their holsters. I slid myself over to the edge of the bed and sat up, dangling my nude colored feet over the bed. I redid some of the buttons on my blouse just below my bra line and bounced off the bed straightening my hair. I walked wobble legged back towards the kitchen and he appeared walking in my direction in the hallway. He had put on a pair of boxers and nothing else. His rippling chest and stomach was all I could put my eyes on. We approached each other. He put his arm around my waist to give me a hug. I stood on my tiptoes and threw my arms around his neck to give him a large open mouth kiss. "Hi, Sir" I sighed, giggled then smiled staring at his mouth kissing him again. Lowering a hand to his boxers I rubbed his crotch gently between the material and his penis. "That was exactly what I needed, Sir" I said in playful voice, biting my lower lip. He reached down with his giant bear paws and grabbed my ass. Kneading my cheeks in his hands, I could still feel the sting on my rump. My skirt slithered over my sleek pantyhosed ass between his fingers. He pulled me closer as we embraced in a deep tongue-tied kiss. Still stroking his member through his shorts I felt the bugle grow in my hand. I snaked a hand inside his underwear and grabbed it with authority. Standing as high as I could on my elevated toes, I playfully snuck a foot around his calve and run my stocking covered foot up and down his muscular leg. My neck craned backwards has he kissed me harder. I heard the unmistakable sound of my skirt being unzipped. Naturally, I let my leg fall from his and put my feet together. Just as the zipper came to rest at the bottom of its course, my skirt slinked off my hips and onto the floor. Not missing a beat, I stepped out of my skirt still kissing him deeply. He replaced his hands on my nylon butt cheeks and messaged it again. I released my grip on his member and unbuttoned my blouse and letting it fall to the ground. I quickly removed my bra and threw it in the pile with my other clothes. I pressed my breasts into his chest and felt the warmth. It was utterly sensual to feel his powerfully built pecs wedged against my soft B cup breasts. He felt so huge and I felt so tiny. The feeling of his large dark frame and my small white body together was very enticing to say the least. I could tell I was getting damp again. It was amazingly easy with him. I pulled down his boxers and let them drop to the floor so I could have easy access to his ever-hardening dick. I caressed his balls and stroked his shaft, trying to make it hard once more. I kissed him harder as I felt his member grow harder. It really turned me on to know that I could make him hard like that. My hand felt so petite wrapped around his rock hard rod. He moaned softly in my mouth and broke our embrace. I let go of his tool and slid my thumbs in the waist of my pantyhose, thinking this was what he wanted, for me to be totally naked for him. He shook his head and I pulled back my hands, awaiting his words. "Nah, Lily little princess, keep 'em on for me". He winked, "now go put 'dem shoes on." Eager to please him I lowered my stance from my tiptoes. I went to remove myself from his arms when I suffered another FWWAAAPPP!! An additional slap on my left butt cheek, still reeling from before, now stung further. I was stunned by the attack and leapt into his chest and struggled for breath. "Now, Lily!" He let me go from his grip and I scampered away, holding my swaying breasts to the entryway to slip on my high-heeled Mary-Jane's. I walked back, now dressed in my cute little shoes that I've always loved and my nude colored pantyhosed legs. I found him in the living room, sitting on his black leather couch in front of his TV. The TV was off thankfully. He sat in the middle of the couch, legs spread sporting his giant erection and arms spread to the back of the couch. Watching me walk in his eyes gave me the once over and I could tell his was pleased by what he saw. He motioned for me to stand between him and TV. "Damn Lily, you got a smokin' hot lil bod!" He exclaimed. "Why don'tcha do a little dance for me? Lily little white girls with 'dem tight bods always do it so good" he hissed at me. I didn't quite understand his request, but I knew it was either dance for him or get the ass slapping of a lifetime. I did my best to sashay my way through a little dance for him, touching myself from head to toe, swaying my hips. My only ideas came from when an ex-boyfriend took me to a strip club one night a few years back. I tried to channel one of the strippers that looked to be the most seasoned and getting the best tips. I started to get a bit more into it, knowing it was turning him on. I turned around and spread my feet and bend over at the waist, giving him a good view of my shaven clitoris. I played with my pussy and touched a breast simultaneously, thinking that was what he wanted. I heard him moan in approval so I did the only other move I could remember that stripper doing. I dropped to all fours, on my hands and knees, my ass facing him. I spread my knees far apart, arched my back and stuck my face on the carpet. My nude hosed ass was straight up in the air now; my pussy encircled by my hose facing the sky. I pointed my toes in my shoes and lifted my feet off the ground, balancing on my knees and my shoulder. I reached back and began playing with my pussy. I teased it lightly making it shake under my touch. I looked back at him and watched his very interested reaction. I whimpered softly as I felt myself become more aroused by performing for him and touching my pussy. "Mmm, you like black dick, Lily?" He solicited. I nodded and continued rubbing my clitoris. "You are a good lil white girl, right Lily?" "Yes, Sir" "You know good lil white girls are made for black cock, right Lily?" "Yes, Sir" "Tell me, Lily white pussy" "I was made for black cock, Sir" With my ass in the air I felt helpless once more. It was as if I presented my pussy for his approval and whatever he said was gospel. "No! Tell me you were made for black cock, pussy!" He began an unyielding tone. "I'm a good little white pussy who was made for black cock" I couldn't believe those words just came out of my mouth! I mean, I was a good Christian girl, Catholic no less! Catholic girls don't say 'pussy' or 'cock', let alone submitting to man I had just met a few hours before, a black man! I felt so dirty. So mind-bogglingly turned on! To give myself for the sexual pleasure of a black man was so filthy and sexy I decided right then and there that I would be his utter servant. To please him in any way he wished. "Good... Good" He grinned. "Who's titties are those again, Lily?" "Yours, Sir" "Good and whose tight little white pussy is that?" "Yours, Sir" "Good, now get over here and work this," He said, motioning to his dick expectantly. I got up from my uncomfortable position, pushing myself up with my hands and onto my feet. He looked at me while I walked over to him, staring at my body knowing it was his for the taking. I knelt down in front of him and grabbed his tool with my hand and lustfully sank my mouth around his massive black organ. I looked into his eyes, searching for some approval that I was being 'the good white girl'. I slurped his dick in and out of my mouth shamelessly, waiting for a sign. "Mmm, yea Lily, you know how to use 'dat black dick good. Fuck 'dem titties for me" He muttered between heavy breaths. I swallowed his dick one more time and let it fall from my lips. I smiled on the inside, glowing with feelings of pride, knowing I was being 'the good little white girl'. I leaned forward and he parted his legs, allowing me greater access for my breasts. I cupped both breasts in my hands and pressed his huge appendage against my chest and sandwiched it firmly between my soft perky 32B breasts. I rocked my upper body up and down, each time my hosed ass grazing the back of my shoes. His dick slithered evenly up and down my breasts. I plunged down ever other stroke and felt the head of his dick tickle my throat on its way up to my chin. I forced my chin to my collarbone and took his member in my mouth on the down stroke and let it slink out during the up stroke. I increased the pressure of my motions and was now literally bouncing myself on him, feeling the rigid dick move, 'fucking my titties' as he called it. My ass energetically slamming into the heels of my shoes and rising again, bouncing spiritedly. He placed a hand on the back my head and grabbed a handful of hair. He pulled my head back and I stopped what I was doing with an abrupt halt. Looking into his chocolate brown eyes I waited for a wicked request to fulfill my duties as the 'good white girl'. "Get up here and fuck 'dis black cock, bitch!" He ordered with authority, looking deep into my eyes. Normally, I would have taken offense to being called a 'bitch', but something came over me that made it feel good, like I had something to offer, a service, a body. I wanted to please him, to fuck him, to make him see what this 'bitch' could do, that I could be the 'good little white pussy' and take direction from him. He let his hold on my hair go as I rose to my feet, letting my breasts relax from their 'fucking'. I looked down to see his legs spread wide, two massive tree trunks of rippled black flesh, his dick stretched to the sky with anticipation. I made an attempt to place a bent knee over his thigh, but I couldn't stretch my legs that far to make it over his other thigh to straddle him. He laughed at my unsuccessful endeavor and told me to try again. Determined to be the 'good white girl' I threw my left knee over his right thigh and balanced myself on my right foot, teetering on my heel. I lunged forward as I shot my right leg over his left thigh and braced myself with both hands against the back of the couch, my breasts squarely in his face, dangling. My legs were spread extensively, at that moment I thanked God that I had been a cheerleader and was still fairly flexible. I moved my feet back over his knees, placing them on the inside of his legs while my knees were firmly positioned on either side of his hips. Hot Cocoa I propped myself up with my left hand on the couch and raised my body up grabbing for his dick. I located it with a full fist and began searching around trying to line the head up with my pussy. I wedged between my lips and slowly began to lower myself down, adjusting to his immense length and girth. Immediately feeling that he was decidedly inside me he reached up behind my back with both of his enormous hands, hooking them onto my shoulders and then pulling me down on him with one swift action. I didn't have time to react as I was forced to take his entire length all at once. I sat there with his dick fully inside, eyes closed and open-mouthed, astonished once more how full he made me. I panted with short shallow breaths as he brought his face up to mine and amorously kissed me. I pushed back, kissing him with all the talent I could muster. He pulled back and muttered; "Now Lily, work your tight lil white pussy magic". He removed his hands from my shoulders and slid them over my hips, feeling the silky material, moving over my thighs and then grabbing each of my ankles tightly in his hands. It felt wonderful with his hands gripping my pantyhose covered ankles. He moved them closer together as they were between his knees. I felt the heels of my shoes brush by my butt as they came together making a little clicking noise. He kept moving my ankles until they crossed over one another right over left. This made me spread my legs further to stretch my feet behind me. I pointed my feet in my shoes, giving me a little extra room and he positioned one giant hand over both my ankles and locked his fingers tightly around both of them. He put his free hand on my hip and found my pelvis bone, using it as a brace. I began to work my hips back and forth, doing my best while my ankles and feet were defenseless to help. I lifted my butt off his lap and found that this was the best way to get around that problem. My breasts swung in his face as my hands held my balance on the back of the couch. He licked and thrashed my breasts with his tongue as my breast bounced in front of him. I hopped up and down on his dick, each time filling me deeper and making me cry out each time he filled me. I sensed my pussy making more and more juice to facilitate the gigantic tool that had been forced inside. His hand that was placed on my hip covered the waistband of my hose and part of my bare hips. He guided my pelvis through the cycles of my thrusts, making sure that I was going deep enough to please him. His other hand still firmly around my ankles securing them together, not allowing them any movement but for support. I pumped my hips at a furious pace, trying to give him pleasure. Eagerly fucking him the way he wanted. He was able to clench one my breasts in his mouth and latch on, sucking my nipple sending a wave of pleasure down my body, driving my desire into overdrive. It made me cry out loudly in a heap of delight. "Yea baby" He muttered with my nipple still in his mouth, "Work that cock good! Work it like your own personal fuckstick." I yelled out again in joy in short quick bursts. He just gave me permission to fuck him for my pleasure and I wanted to take advantage of the time, who knows how long it was last. I clenched the walls of my pussy around his dick and dipped my hips down to the hilt. His dick hit the back of my pussy and it felt like it was going to come out the back of my throat! He sucked my nipple like a vacuum cleaner as I began to cum. My body shook hard around his dick, my pussy walls clamoring around his member, trying to milk it for all it was worth. My legs and thighs trembled beneath me as I screamed into the air, my body awash with unbelievable bliss. He gripped my ankles and sucked harder, pulling me to him, as if to say, 'I did this, I made you cum'. My head still spinning wildly I felt my body wobble beneath me. My orgasm subsided and I was in pure bliss. It was so intense that I just slinked down and relaxed my entire body against his. I kissed his neck fervently as if to say, 'thank you, thank you'. I wanted to move off him, but I was stuck. His hand on my hip holding me down on his big dick and his other hand locked around my hosed ankles, I was trapped. Still kissing his neck passionately with open mouth kisses, he said to me, "that feel good Lily? You like that big monster dick? Hmm?" "Yes, Sir" I sighed into his neck, still kissing. "Let me hear you say it Lily" "Mmmm... *kiss* I love that *kiss* big monster cock inside *kiss* me" I moaned in his ear. "You a good little white fucktoy aren't you," He pressed. "Yes, Sir" I said as I continued to kiss his shoulder. "Say it, lil white pussy!" He told me, pulling my face towards his; I stopped kissing and looked him in the eyes, his deep brown beautiful eyes. Suddenly, the little innocent schoolgirl came out of me, "I love your big monster black cock and I'm your good little white fucktoy, Sir," I whimpered. "Good Lily" He said releasing his grip on my ankles and placing both arms around my waist, hugging me. He made one rapid motion as he stood up, me still impaled by his monster black dick I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged him. I squeezed my legs together, feeling the nylons rub against his butt as he walked us toward the kitchen. Each step caused me to bounce slightly; I could feel him undulate inside me, pulsing nimbly. He held me close to him our skin touching one another. My breasts against his bare chest, it was a wonderful feeling I couldn't have been happier. He cared me into the kitchen and plopped me down on the counter top, the hose around my ass slid against the smooth material. He let go of my waist and pulled my sleek silky legs around to his sides and grabbed each of my ankles in each of his big dark hands. It became uncomfortable to sit up straight as he maneuvered my ankles out and above my head, so I leaned back and laid down on the counter top, my breasts giggling as they came to a rest. With my ass resting on the edge of the counter it dawned on me that his height was perfect for this. His pelvis was in the best position for him to impale my pussy while he stood and I lay on the counter. Something told me that I wasn't the first 'little white pussy' he had had on this counter, but I didn't care, he had me hooked and I needed it. He took each ankle and slung my feet over his shoulders, the silky material touching his chest and up to his neck. But of course, I was so short and he was so dashingly tall, my heels barely made it past his collarbone. The contrasting color of my nude pantyhosed legs pressed up against his dark black rippled chest was incredibly sexy. My 'Lily white' skin made me very aware of who was in control here. "You know why sluts wear their shoes when they fuck?" He growled in a primitive tone. "No, Sir" I said completely innocent and not sure what he meant. "They wear them when they fuck, so when it's over they can make a quick exit!" He sneered at me, obviously implying that I was his slut and that he was clearly using me for my sexual abilities. There was something dirty and nasty in the way he said that, making me again feel like a sexual being. It reminded me that that's all this was. It was just hot, dirty, nasty, freaky, hard fucking. And I was more than willing to do my part as the hot little white slut he had picked up to bang her brains out all day long. He pawed at my ankles and slipped both my shoes off and let them fall to the ground with a clunk. I assumed he took them off so that they wouldn't be slapping him in the face, but I guess I'll never know for sure. My smooth nylon toes curled in anticipation of what was about to happen, my feet pointed upwards stretching as high as they could go. He took his hands off my ankles after sensually rubbing my feet for a second, he must have liked what he felt because he put his hands on my upper thighs and felt the pantyhose between his fingers. He seized my silky hips with both muscular dark hands and pulled my entire body in his direction, sinking his mammoth dick all the way deep inside me. I gasped again with a slight twinge to my voice. I still couldn't believe that my tiny little pussy was taking all of his dick, sometimes it felt like I could feel it in the back of my throat it was so big. I don't know how I was taking it all; all I knew was that my pussy craved it. He backed his pelvis away and rammed it home again; once more I reacted with a whimper and a small yelp. He repeated his motion, slamming his rod deep inside me. My breasts bounced near my face and sprang back. I instantly grabbed my breasts, capturing them from their movements, holding them from future onslaughts from this powerful beefy black man. "Let 'dem go, bitch!" He snapped angrily. I whipped my hands from their grasp and placed them on each side of the counter, holding on for dear life. My perky breasts swaying with his thrusts, bouncing high and low at each cycle of pumps. His pace increased, pulling away and bringing my pussy back over his dick. Faster and with more force he powered his way through me, plowing my pussy with long strokes. I began to scream powerfully as I felt wave after wave of intense feeling fill my body. I could feel myself building towards another forceful orgasm. "That good, slut?" He grunted, not missing a beat still thrusting. "Yah-ya-ya-Yes, S-s-s-Sir" I yelled in between my heavy breaths. "You want 'dis nigga' dick, bitch?" "Yes, Sir!" I screamed in one quick breath. "You ever gonna fuck 'dem white dicks again?" He snarled at me thrusting harder now. "No! Sir! Only your black cock, Sir!" I yelled in pleasure. He amplified his thrusts and began fucking me harder and faster. He grunted with viral enthusiasm as I moaned and screamed with waves of orgasmic pleasure coming over me. He let go of my hips and grabbed each hosed ankle again and spread my legs as wide as they could go. His dick slurped and sloshed around inside me as my legs were locked in the spread eagle position. I could feel the muscles in my legs stretch as he held my ankles wider. My screams matched his pace as he pounded my pussy harder. Each push inside me corresponded to another scream by me until I couldn't match his speed and my short high pitched squeals became one long drawn out shout fest. "FUCK! Bitch 'dat pussy is so damn tight, UGH! YEA!" He bellowed, hearing the slapping sounds his pelvis made when it met my ass, forcing his black member inside me. I was about two thrusts from having another mind blowing orgasm when he ripped his dick out from me, freed his hands from the death grip on my ankles and started stroked himself. I let my legs drop slightly and wrapped them around his waist, arching my hosed feet to cup his tight ass and pull him to me. He made quick hard strokes on his tool as it glistened with my juices. Suddenly it sprang to life and began shooting large goops of white cum. The massive ropes of jizz shot everywhere, he aimed it at my stomach but that certainly was in vein. The ropes of hot sticky cum covered the top of my pantyhose, my stomach, my breasts and some even hit my neck and in my hair. I remember it being the thickest, whitest and most of amount of cum I'd ever seen from a guy, and it was only turning me on. I was able to mercifully catch my breath and slow it down to shallow short sighs as he pulled away from me. His cum oozing into my skin and sticking to it, I watched him step back and order me to stand up off the counter. I slid off the counter and jumped down, my legs wobbly and I could barely stand. That was certainly the fucking of a lifetime. He told me to go get my clothes on and specifically told me not to clean up. I sensed his cum sliding down my neck and collecting with the rest of his sperm on my chest on its way down to my pantyhose to be soaked up. I could feel it everywhere as I made my way to his bedroom and found my clothes. Chapter 4 I picked up my bra and hooked it around my breasts, the cups of the bra holding in a good deal of his spunk, squishing it to my nipples. I threw my shirt back on and buttoned it, the cotton material sticking immediately to his cum making large dark stains where it had stuck. I stepped into my skirt and pulled it up zipping it and feeling the obvious squish of his baby batter work its way into my skirt and pantyhose. I did the best I could to look presentable but I'm sure I had that, 'I was just fucked hard' look on my face. By the looks of my clothes in the mirror it was apparent, my hair was everywhere and the stains on my blouse and skirt were very dark and noticeable now. My knees shook and barely supported my weight as I slinked back to him; he had dressed into his khakis and a button up shirt. He motioned for me to put my shoes back on and follow him to his car. I did as I was directed and slipped my shoes back on and followed him to his car. I noticed that he didn't open the car door for me this time. I sat down and crossed my legs, I was again aware of his thick cum as it made a wet soggy sound. It seemed as if everything from my neck down to my waist was covered in sticky goo. It was a constant reminder of what had just happened between us. I had been his good girl and I played the part well. I did as I was told, took my spankings and took his amazing black dick with conviction. I wantonly pleased him as best I could; he had to be pleased with my performance. Before he even started the car he looked at me, giving me the once over, scanning me with his eyes. I stared back at him, watching for any sign of approval from him. He told me that I wasn't dressed properly for the car ride. He stipulated that for a proper 'lil slut' to ride in the car I was to unbutton my blouse and pull down my bra so that my breasts were completely visible. Again, I obeyed his requirement and opened my blouse and slid my bra under my breasts, still hooked. My bra tugged upwards on my breasts causing them to be at full attention, my nipples pointing slightly upwards became hard at the cool air. His cum shined brightly and gleamed. He reached over and pinched a nipple. I yelped at his stunningly quick motion. When he was satisfied with the way I looked he informed that to ride in his car I needed to pull my skirt because he should always have easy access to look, touch or use my pussy when he wanted. I was too far-gone at this point to even think about his requests; I just did as I was told. I leaned back and lifted my hips and shuffled my skirt and bunched it up around my waists, exposing my pussy. I looked down and looked at my pussy for the first time since the day started, my lips were very puffy, red and appeared well used. The hole I had cut I my pantyhosed cotton crotch earlier in the day to allow him easy access circled my clitoris and displayed my shaved crotch well, I was impressed at how cute it looked. I uncrossed my legs and let me knees lean against one another. He put his hand in between my thighs and spread my legs apart as he leaned over and used a flat hand to rub my clit with a few quick circles and told me that we were ready to go. He started the car and backed out of his driveway. He told me not to slouch, as it would ruin his view of my 'titties'. I sat as straight as I could make myself and leaned back in the seat. We sped off down the road to what destination I didn't know. We stopped at a red light and another car pulled up next to us. I didn't look to see who it was but my black lover told me, that he was looking at my breasts and I should give him a show. I so completely embarrassed that I didn't know what to do! I did the only thing I knew to do, I put my hands under my breasts and began rubbing them sensually making sure to tease my nipples. I felt his cum transfer to my fingers and become just as gooey as my chest was. I grabbed both breasts, squeezed them together and turned to face the other car. To my horror it was a car full of white teenaged boys. Every single one had the 'I just died and went to heaven' look on they wide-mouthed smiling faces. I about died in humiliation. Here I was exposing my breasts to a group of teen guys who probably never seen breasts before! The light must have turned green because my lover sped away quickly, laughing to himself telling me that I gave a good show. I felt flushed as I felt mortified by what had just occurred. I fondled and presented myself to a bunch of horny zit faced teens! What had come over me? I brushed a piece of hair from my face and looked down at my parted legs. He barked at me again to sit up straight and I snapped to attention, swallowing hard I tried to put on a brave face. I had a feeling that this was only a warm up and there would certainly be an encore. We stopped at another light and I was told to do it again. I did my routine again and looked up to see the same group of teenage guys, hooting and howling at my lusty display. They whipped comments like, 'NICE TITS!' and 'HOLY SHIT!' I saw two of them snap their camera phones of my groping and show it off to one another. Once again my lover sped off at the green light. He informed me that to be a 'good Lily white slut' I would have to show off to others and let them know that they couldn't have it because 'you (meaning me) only crave the dark meat'. I felt another wave of dirtiness fill me. I surmised that to be the 'good white slut' I had to promote the fact that I only wanted black dick. I had already told him that I only wanted black dick so to me, it made sense. We stopped again and the same group of boys pulled along side us, obviously following us now. My lover rolled down my window and whispered into my ear and told me to present my breasts to them and say: "You like these boys?" I said longingly, rubbing my breasts. "YES!" They said in unison. "Hell yea!" one guy yelled from the back seat. My lover murmured to me again to repeat what he said, "Mmm, they feel soooo good and soft" I said again caressing gently, "it's really too bad you can't never ever touch them!" "Whhaaattt?!?" One boy in the front seat said with confusion, "Come on baby give us a feel!" Another pleaded. I relayed what my lover whispered to me, "Mmm, it's too bad that I can't ever have your hard little young cocks and I really love cock so much!" I moaned. Another look of confusion from the boys escaped their faces. My lover hastily took off and quickly lost the boys in traffic. I felt dirty and slutty. He told me that I was a good 'Lily' and that it was important to let others know that I'm loyal to black cock. I said "Yes, Sir" and sat up straight again, pushing my breasts out in front of me again, remembering my old instructions. The ride took about 45 more minutes to arrive at our destination. Each light I repeated the same routine, showing and playing with my breasts and them telling them that they can't have them. One was a middle aged man, another a mid 20's college guy and a few others I can't quite remember. All having the exact same response, shock at my show and then utter disappointment. My lover was very amused with the situation, happy with himself and me. It felt good making him happy, even it meant me whipping out my breasts at every passing car; at least I was in his good graces. We pulled up to the coffee shop where he found me, picked me up, took me back to his place, fucked me and made me his. I felt sad at this is where our day would end. I noticed the clock and it read 4:14. I was stunned to see how long we had been fooling around, all day! It seemed like a couple hours as most, it was incredible. He wrote down my email address and cell phone number and told me that I would be of 'service' real soon. He commanded me to remove my pantyhose. I was taken aback by his demand. This entire time he made me keep them on, now he wanted them off? That didn't make any sense! But, true to form, I dutifully slipped off my shoes, lifted my hips off the seat and slid my pantyhose over my thighs, down my knees and off my toes.