Dressed like a hooker while I was ovulating turned me into an uncontrollable aroused female. I get that way on my unsafe days but being a dyke, it's n...t dangerous. My juices were overflowing when I rang the bell. There was no answer, so I rang again. Finally the door opened, but it wasn't Josephine. It was a tall muscular black man wearing an unbuttoned shirt and a thong. "Oh sorry," I gasped in embarrassment. "I must have the wrong apartment." He smiled suggesting a friendly relaxed manner. The way he looked at me I sensed the lust he felt, a woman half his age, taller and statuesque, beautiful and sexy, here in his living room, taking delivery of a dildo pushing fuck machine, he must be in heaven, I thought, so why hold back, give him food for thought, and so I did.'Would you like a drink', he asked wistfully, we had explained we would pick it up and leave ASAP, but I warmed to him as his need shone through, some might say 'Feeling sorry for him', but for me it was his need for. I brought my nose in and took a deep whiff of her nude ass and pussy and started rubbing her ass cheeks and trying to get in between. She still hadn't moved or spoke, but I assumed she was awake by now. She finally opened her legs up, lifting one knee to give me access to her big beautiful ass. I was gently breathing on her big smelly pussy and dirty butthole, and now my breathing sped up. A couple times while I nipped and lapped at her pussy lips and browneye, she let out a couple tiny. Hismanhood was straining to get out and it literally sprang into myface. I could smell him, a deep musky masculine odour that was nowintimately familiar to me. Master Kurt was holding my head gently,stroking my hair; well my wig."Go on, bitch, kiss it," he ordered. I leaned forward and kissed theend of his penis. It was warm to touch. I knew more was expected so Ikissed it again and finally opened my touch to take it in. "Slowly,this time," he whispered. "Taste it with your tongue. Worship.