.she was pretty, petite, sexy and fond of telling me that she was bisexual....one night after being out..drinking..dancing..we started to walk home to...ether..her hands kept brushing my arm...her fingers touching me, she asked if i wanted to come in her house for a drink...as we got in the front door she told me to go through and sit in the lounge...I sat down on the sofa, head back, eyes closed...suddenly i realised Amy was in front of me, she leaned down to stroke my face then kissed me. "Never!" she'd said, and there had been a long pause, before he'd asked her if it would really be so bad. Now, as she stared at his disinterested back, she was asking herself the same thing."It's my body," she feebly protested. "If I decide I want to show you my body, it's my right. You can't just refuse it." G'night, Rita..." he said, and she'd sighed and agreed.His arrogant smirk was back as he turned around, and undid his pants. He didn't even have the decency to stand up, and after. I came out of the shower and got dressed, my buttons on my blouse were open to half way down my bra, showing off the upper curve of my breasts, my skirt seemed shorter than ever, I put on my lace topped stockings and stood ready for inspection, he walked around me as I stood rooted to the spot, ”undo another button” he instructed, I obeyed, the whole of my bra was now exposed with my tits oozing out of it, partly because my tits were swelling with anticipation of what he had in store for me,. On the first night I was getting horny and so I decided to look for someone on the net. I had developed a taste for black men. Now I wanted just a young, handsome and well hung black man.Pretty soon, I was chatting with a very nice young black guy.I asked him to send me some photos and I liked what I saw there.His name was Orson and in his photos he looked handsome, tall, muscled; a smiling black guy in his early twenties and yes; he had a very nice massive and hard cock. It was bigger than my.