Then I started trying to convince the ladies instead to just let me eat that pussy for them. No dick, just tongue. I had better luck with this because...several said, sure why not. This allowed me to imagine that she had just fucked a Black Man and he had cum in her, while I was licking her sweet pussy. This always got me rock hard and when I would think about me not being allowed to fuck her myself I got even harder.Then my dream came true. I met a pretty, 30 something white female and found out. When we arrived at her place, I discovered her place was really her parents' place. She told me she just moved back after a nasty divorce. I got out of the car to open the door for her, and while getting out she said, “Please come in. We just have to be quiet.” Grinning, I parked the car and turned it off. Once inside, we went downstairs to the family room. Liza quickly made her way back upstairs, and make us a couple of drinks. I sat on the sofa, and waited for her to return. Not quite. She began to feel that Carl may have entirely dismissed the idea of her having another guy fuck her but she was not sure. However, on the other hand, Janet’s attitude had changed entirely. She now wanted to be shared and often thought about another man’s cock inside her.Several thoughts began to go through Carl’s mind; what if one of the guys starts to hit on her, would he let him continue or would he stop it? 'What if one of the younger, single guys hit on Janet? Would she consider having sex. All I could think of was how sick I was beginning to feel.. "Take off those fucking clothes and do it right now, bitch." I didn't dare argue so I undressed as fast as I could. Of course, it wasn't fast enough for him, so he just finished ripping them off of me...Now, the fun was going to start........Fun for him, sheer torture for me. "Don't look at me and lean over the bed, NOW!!" he screamed. Not wanting to make things any worse I did what he said.....However, apparently it.