As the years passed by and he was at home more of the time, he had looked for young women who desired to have a ‘sugar daddy’. These women, really...girls most of them, were clean and nice girls who wanted to be supported, financially, while they attended school or were working on advancing their careers. Many times, they were also looking for a place to stay. John had invited some of them to live in the coach house suits, sometimes all four suites were occupied. He always found it interesting to. On a couple of occasions, I called a cab.This time, when I called for a ride, I knew I would give the driver a treat, especially if he turned out to be an older black man, which, to me, was the demographic most physically attracted to me.The cab arrived, and I was ready. Underneath my work clothes (casual blouse and skirt), I had put on a pretty black lace bra, and no panties. I had read all of Nancy Friday's books about women's sexual fantasies, had imagined a few of my own, and was really. Frank began to let his handswander down her body to finally rest on her slight hips, this made herfeel like a real woman, like this part of her body had formed solely togive a resting place to men. She too glided her hand down his formed chest muscle onto the woody thatwas quickly forming. She began to kiss his neck as she opened his pantswith her hands. She then made a few light kisses, first to his chest,then moving along to his stomach until she was right where she hadintended to end. As she. “Reach back and spread your ass.” She hesitated for a second before grasping her cheeks and spreading them for him to reveal her puckered anus and dripping pussy. “Nice,” he muttered to himself. He got off the bed and stood behind her. Without thinking he slapped her ass forcefully, and she yelped but did not move. His cock was rock hard now, and he moved close so he could fuck her again. Grasping her hips in his hands he plunged into her pussy again and short stroked into her for a few.