A few weeks my company had a get together party. Soon I started talking to a woman that I’d never seen before. She was friendly and chatty and was e...sy to get along with. Her name was Sarala and she was, I later learnt, 38, with shortest brown hair and a wonderful curvy body. She was dressed in black saree and matching (showing off her large, rounded tits) and which clung to her large round ass beautifully. To complete it all she had a pair of black high heels on. Lovely we started chatting. She closes her eyes and falls into a light sleep as she stops crying he is there beside her snoring lightly with an arm thrown over her stomach.It is dark when she feels him stirring - she is still tied and she has to pee so bad. He starts to untie her and as she moves she is sore especially her hands and her pussy still hurts bad and the lips feel swollen and bruised. He tells her to take a shower, do her hair and put some lipstick on. When she’s done she comes back into the bedroom - he. Thinking about what had happened yesterday, he wanted something more before hefinished with this woman-something really rare and thrilling. He didn’t know if hewould have another chance with the buxom female or not.He pulled out of her sucking, clutching cunt, and his cock flipped straight up.“Ooooh God ... NOOOH!” she cried. “Put it back INNNN!”Floyd’s answer was to give her flopping legs a twist, and she rolled roughly onto herface on the table, her tits and tummy smearing through his spilled. My dress had ridden up, showing my entire long legs. My nipples were fully erect. Tyrone’s presence was turning me on, again. I wanted to feel his cock inside me; I wanted him to fuck me again, as he had fucked me before…A groan escaped my lips, as I had an orgasm by thinking of this. Tyrone looked at me. He smiled and then shoved his fingers inside my cunt.“You came again, bitch… you are so wet now…” He whispered in my ear.The club was full of black men. Not a single white face in sight.All.