She told me to cum. Told me I must shoot my cum as she fucked me. Bumping herself against my ass... grinding her strap-on into my ass... Squeezing and...jerking my cock. Cum for me, she ordered again. She gripped my cock tight. So tight. She jerked my cock faster. Pumped my ass faster.I moaned and panted. She was making me cum. I was going to shoot onto the bed. Cried out.....Cumming. Oh, oh, cumming! She quickly pulled us both upright. She was sitting on her heels. I was sitting on her lap. My. By now my cock was jutting out of my panties, and the drool was clear to the floor in a puddle. Carl jerked my head away from his asshole and stood up. Keeping hold of my hair, he led me, on my knees, to the bedroom. Once at the bed, he pulled me to my feet and told me to get on the bed on my elbows and knees. Now I was scared. Very scared. How did this happen? I am in stockings and a garter belt, on my elbows and knees on the bed of a Black Man I just met, and I am waiting for him to violate. “Come on, Emma! We’re in!” The sound of Lily’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I caught up to her just as she was descending a set of black stairs, lined with twinkling lights. The walls were painted black over the original stone, dotted here and there with pictures of exotic cocktails, and more bizarrely, a feature of shot glasses that spelled out ‘Racy’s’. We finally came to the end of the staircase, which it took me a while to realise spiralled through the centre of the club. “Oh my. I put them on and she attached a lead onto the collar. She led me downstairs and into the kitchen, where all the drinks and glasses were laid out. "Now", she said, "if you have to speak to me you will call me mistress, do you understand". "Yes", I replied, with that I felt her hand slap my backside, it did sting. "Well" she said. "Yes mistress" I replied. I was told to stand there just inside the door. After a short time I heard the door bell go. It kept ringing every few minutes as her.