My pussy stayed wet for the next two days as I con- templated my date. A young black man! 6'8" tall! I licked my lips as I thought of standing next ...o him... my mouth even with his cock....a cock I dreamed would be a real jaw breaker....a real pussy stuffer. At work I excused myself frequently to go to the ladies room and stroke my aching clit when images of feeding on his meat filled me, bringing myself to draining orgasms. After what seemed like an eternity, the night came. I told my. A quick game of rock-paper-scissors broke the tie and granted her the honor of first place."What will we use for soap?" I asked as I soaked my socks in the steaming water."Don't sweat it. Clean is better than dirty." Alice lay on her stomach and motioned for me to start her bath.Wet sock in hand, I straddled her naked behind and leaned forward to smooch the back of her neck."Don't even think about it. Frostbite and foreplay don't go together." Alice twisted around and placed her finger over my. As with all prestigious adult clubs there were rules and entry requirements and Rhinos’ rules was quite straightforward and easily understood by all. The formal rules were that access to the actual main club area was restricted to just black males and their escorts; white men seeking entry were given access to a separate area, from which through a series of tinted windows they could view the main body of the club and any entertainment that might being staged there. Black men would be given free. But now instead of working in a store down by the ocean, I am cooking in a hot kitchen at a restaurant in a busy city. The kitchen is hot, and I’m glad my hair is short. It’s mostly a thankless job, and more fast-paced than what I’m used to. The pay is lousy, and I’m wishing I was a waitress again instead of a cook. Every night when I get out of work, the first thing I do is go home to my cheap rented room at a pay-by-the-week motel and take a shower. Then I lay in bed, trying not to think of.