That’s why I prefer black men. I want to be their bitch. So I turned over.Still sucking his cock I got on my knees. I leaned up looked at him. “Fu...k me”. I turned around still on my knees and leaned over presented my white ass and willing asshole spread my cheeks with my hand and waited. He pulled me back to him and I felt the head of his cock against my ass hole.I relaxed and he shoved the head inside and my ass lips quivered, relaxed and invited it in.Then he thrust it deeper and then began. I scrubbed and scrubbed with soap and a wash cloth and got the majority of it off then decided to head to the kitchen and see Kassy. “Good morning sweetie” she said over a cup of coffee. She was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a pink hooded sweatshirt and the same extra short maroon shorts that she had been wearing the first time I was in her house. “Have a seat Ryan, we need to talk” she said calmly as she pushed a chair out for me with her foot across the table from me. “Did you enjoy. In one motion, her upper body bent toward me and every inch was in her mouth. Slowly, all the way down, all the way up. I was in eyes-in-the-back-of-my-head heaven. My cock was so slick and she never missed a beat, only to tell me she could taste a sweet drop from the tip of my cock. I started to fuck her mouth slowly, but she put two hands on my stomach to stop me. She wanted to do this. Her hands reached behind me, squeezing my ass in the sexiest way imaginable. I spread my legs to brace. The obvious solution to this problem would be to get a family. But, while I wasn’t opposed to the idea, I never really got around to that. Oh, there was plenty of interest. Why wouldn't there be? I wasn’t the fittest guy in the world, but I was nice, didn’t look too bad, smart and rich. Plenty of interested women, but none of them stuck around. For this I mostly had myself to blame, as I could never really bring myself to trust them fully. Or, to be more specific, I was/am very into BDSM and.