I just knew that her body would be better than I can imagine, and what stroke of cosmic luck would it take to touch or see her, naked? I thought const...ntly about how to get to touch her. I jerked off everyday to those thoughts. I also thought about the fact that I could never ever share those thoughts with another human being. Either the ones about her and sex, or about masturbating. I would rather just die. So I asked her out, to the movies Friday night. We went, took her home, and sat around. He was rubbing hard and fast into her, and he brushed her hair away from her neck and pushed her chin upwards. He was moaning loudly now, and he felt his fangs extend, and he knew he was about to come. He wanted to bury himself inside her to the hilt. He leaned down, nuzzling her neck and grinding his cock against her dewy flesh. He opened his mouth wide, and sank his fangs deeply into the hot budding pulse at her neck, and came in his pants, satisfying all his needs. She gasped as the pain hit. I quickened my own movements as I silently peered through the hole, totally absorbed with this black gentleman and his obvious sexual arousal. My own penis was now totally engorged and swollen with lust as I began to masturbate in earnest. Just then he began to stuff the object of my affection back into his underwear, and down his pants leg, zipping up and buckling his belt. I was somewhat disappointed as he turned to the sink and I lost sight of him. Nevertheless, I continued to masturbate. I only hope that he will punish me fairly as I so deserve and as he sees fit...and I will willingly accept these punishments as part of my training to become the best slut to my master that I can be...I look forward to when he first texts me or notifies me that he is coming...to getting dressed/undressed as appropriate and placing on the collar that signals I am his and his alone...to kneeling by the back door waiting to hear the door knob turn, my eyes downcast as I am not fit to meet his.