As they went to the dance floor, I got our drinks refilled from the bar."What are you up to?" the bartender asked me.So I told him that my girlfriend ...orked as a topless dancer here in town, and tonight it was her turn to get teased instead of doing the teasing...and assured him that it wouldn't go any further than an occasional grope. Which, when we looked towards the dance floor, was just what the guy was trying to do, as he awkwardly tried to slide his hand down her back and grab a handful. How good your white ass look on my big black dick. How I have your hole completely open, taking EVERY. Fucking. Inch. Of my cock." An even louder whine. "You take dick so well. You take black dick like such a good slut." Yes! Only black dick. Only your slut."Suddenly Mr. Bottom was grabbed by the hair and pulled against his chest. And, again, I was doubly shocked because:The black guy, looking straight at me with a smirk, says, "Cum for me, slut."In that moment I realized that Mr. Bottom was. In the bathroom, just off our beautiful bedroom, so unchanged from the day I left it, there is peroxide and hair dye among my dusty possessions. Silently, impassively, I bleach my hair from root to tip, shocking my jet black tresses until I barely recognise the ashen blonde staring back at me from the mirror. When I am satisfied, I carelessly work the neat red dye in, watching bloody runnels fall from my scalp, dropping in heavy arterial pools, splattering the floor, the sink, the mirror,. Finally! I pulled back and enjoyed a thrust that seated me to the balls inside of Tamara. She screamed; her entire body ... legs, arms, and pussy squeezed me for dear life. Tamara screamed again!I fucked through her convulsions, not caring about anything except how Tamara's pussy hugged my cock as I fucked her. She screamed when I thickened! I thrust one more time and held myself deep inside of her."Yes!" she whispered.Cum jetted into her. I shuddered, jerked my hips back and into her. Another.