I sat and watched you doing your hair and makeup and then was told to help you dress. I couldn't help but being excited as I helped you into your cors...t, pulled the stockings up your sexy legs and then your panties over the garters. I helped you with your dress and heels. We seemed ready as you handed me a bag telling me my things were in there and we went to the car, you told me you'd drive. I felt so scared, so curious, so excited. As we drove east you told me to remember this was all my. I lay there wondering if I would be thinking of BB when my husband came home to reclaim his wife. How could an older married white woman forget being loved by a handsome young black stud? I was thinking how hard, how big, and how black my lover was and how I had eagerly given myself to him. A southern white gal had just been black fucked! Damn it all. It was good.PART 2Author Note: I wrote "Black House Guest" and was not intending to write more of the story however my mind has been dwelling on. " "It owns you now, you are its slave. Isn't that right?" "Y-Yes." She smiled at his admission. "You want to worship it, don't you?" "Yes." He said more firmly. "Show me. Worship it. Worship my ass," she said. She reached back to spread her cheeks with her hands before lowering herself onto his face. He pushed his tongue up against her asshole and she laughed. She hovered over him, letting him lick her for a few moments before he felt her sit all the way down. He didn't mind it though, since he got along with all of them. He also realized that all the women in the office must have cup sizes of double d's and up. Not a single one of them had less than that. After a week there, he had to start working longer and longer. He became more and more friendly with the women there. Majority were married with k**s. But now I don't to bring attention to all the women in the office, just two in particular. Their names were Gina and Donna. Gina was the head of the.