Obviously i told her "hell yeh" "i always get the best" she told me in her very sexxy broken english accent.."deez guy on di street is no here papi" s...me guy up the street who we call "gym socks" lol yes thats his name,..who is actually a buddy of mine was always avail. but was away for the summer break.and she really needed some so from that i gave her my number and she would call me when she needed something. Now this went on for a couple months,anytime she needed a joint and my buddy wasnt. "Who's that?" some voice in the background said."Some white boy, don't worry I muted the phone." Vanessa responded.But she didn't mute the phone. Maybe she pressed the wrong button? I could then hear her talking with a guy that sounded black at her house."He was sweating me today, and wants to take me to Aces tonight. He's gonna pay so what the fuck, I might as well go, get my groove on. Hey, I got an idea..."She started to whisper and I couldn't hear anything but her and the black boy laughing. However in the same time it turned me on when he treated me like the bitch I was. So i laid down in front of him. I could feel him spitting on my ass before slipping a finger inside turning it as he rocked it back and forth, continued to dirty talk to me. Damn you are a tight little bitch. I bet this pink pussy has been spared for BBC, but not anymore. He began to ask me if I wanted it. And I could't lie, moaning back to him. Yes master, yes daddy, yes god.. I need you, I need your cock inside. Isearched for a clothing merchant hoping to cover myself. As I walked Ifelt warm sticky cum drip from my exposed slit, the slimy mixturecoating my firm white thighs. I would soon find the sensation a constantcompanion.I finally found a seller who had clothing, he happily invited me in andoffered me one of the few garments suitable for women he had, a tightblack silk dress. It clung to my every curve and barely covered mycleavage, but it was still better than bare breasts and slit. When heasked.