Her body stiffens, then shakes as she cums hard for the first time that day. His hands flitter across her stomach and gently tease her mound. His cock...is straining and needs to be unleashed from its confines. His hands leave her body: in a quick motion they remove his pants and underwear and he now stands behind her naked and at full staff. Glancing over her shoulder, she hornily rubs her dripping pussy. Standing behind her, still wearing a tie around his neck and a white button-down shirt. Not in real life. As I got to know Parvati Kumar, I realized how unfounded my fears were. This tall, funny and absolutely lovely young Punjab woman from India was actually into dark-skinned guys. She told me she mainly dated Tamil guys from India and Black guys from sub-Saharan Africa. How cool was that? I asked her out and we soon began hanging out together, both on and off campus. Parvati Kumar was wonderful, and I was smitten with her. We talked on the phone a lot, texted each other. I’d craved it. I practically purred, my pussy pulsing with pleasure, as she placed it around my throat, fastening it, a kiss on the top of my head sealing our relationship of Mistress and pet. I felt my face burning with a strange sense of pride as well as a familiar sense of embarrassment.“Who do you belong to, Kitty?”“You, Mistress. Only you.”“Such a good girl. Good girls deserve a reward. Come.”Her meaning was clear as she spread her shapely legs, first hiking up her hem so that I got a. “I want you inside me though.” She whispered, whimpering at what I was doing.“I want you to cum first. I wanna make love to you, not just fuck you.” I whispered.She looked into my eyes. That loving look, I will never forget. It was a look of love and disbelief at the same time. You see Rachel wasn’t unpopular by any means during her high school years, or even in her first year in college. She got hit on all the time, but rarely took a boyfriend, and it usually ended in a couple days. She had.