His fingers rubbed and probed my hole as I bobbed on his gorgeous cock again! I got his cock all sloppy and slick and went back up to kiss him and he...whispered in my ear that he wanted to "do it"! Well I lost all inhibitions at that moment and said 'I am all yours"..We kissed more and he rolled me back on my belly and straddled me. I got nervous but he massaged my back to calm me down some and I felt his hard dick on my crack! It was the most awesome feeling I ever felt! He then slid down and. The drama was arousing to Scott and he fisted his tiny cock in anticipation of a response. This time, he was sure to get some sort of rise out of this guy. It wasn’t even about the sex anymore; it was a game of power. Scott needed to prove that he could not and would not be dismissed. He needed to put this Black guy in his place and teach him a lesson. Scott’s true racist nature had surfaced again, victim of his own delusions of supremacy. He got a real response this time, simply. She hugged me goodbye and told me she would have a surprise ready for me tomorrow. I asked what it was, but she wouldn't tell me.When I got home, my family were all watching tv in the front room. I walked into the kitchen and saw a shopping catalogue on the table. I felt an urge to flick to the ladies clothing section and began browsing looking at all the outfits.I daydreamed about all the different types of dresses and nighties, shoes, skirts, stockings and sexy lingerie. My cock was digging. .. you can fuck me , however you must make me come, you can shoot your spunk but then you go, you do not stay the night as I want no complications”.So to me married men were always a safe bet. The ones I met, certainly did not want to wreck their marriages or have an affair, these guys loved the fact they could get away with a good fuck. I just loved using them, they may have thought they used me, but no it was definitely the other way round. One afternoon during the late 90’s while working.