So I work 50 hours a week in the nearest town and drive home at neck-breaking speeds to work out all alone.But my most recent fetish has put a real to...ch of spice to my work outs. I have quite a few sex toys: men cannot be relied upon for either for sex or anything else. I even secretly wear some remote controlled, wireless ones at work. Well, what else is a young, successful, lonely girl supposed to spend her money on?I even buy ridiculous outfits and wear them around the house: princess. He reaches for his glove box and takes out a black bag and climbs out of the driver seat and opens the door to my right and sits down next to me placing the black bag between us. He tells me to look in the bag as he shuts the door behind him. I unzip the back and open it up to see a box of condoms a bottle of lube and a small vibrator. The driver then unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his briefs to expose his cock which was about 8 to 9 inches long and begins jerking himself offHe. "Take me for instance, one would think I was a wealthy business man by the clothes I wear and the car I drive and this boat I have access to." My eyes widened. "You mean you're not?" I asked incredulously. "Then what do you do all day?" "I run from my boss," He said and chuckled merrily as he drank from his tumbler. I thought that was odd but decided not to press him for details as I finished off my drink. Bryan looked surprised that I had finished so quickly as he poured me another. I sipped. I was his white bitch, his to do what he wanted with and he was my black daddy, dominant and proud. My body was overcome with the tingling sensation, my small and pathetic cock was erect. I began to suck on his large mushroom head and tightened the grip on his cock as I jerked him into my mouth occasionally making a slurping sound. I began to think about the times he had shared me with his friends, proud that I was his and willing to share me to pleasure other black men. I thought about.