He grabbed the base of his cock with one fist and begansqueezing and stroking it firmly, till the clear cumbegan to ooze out. I crawled over on all fo...rs and put myface right next to his, so close I could feel his hotbreath on my face and smell the warm, fleshy musk of hisengorged cock. His clear anticipatory fluids drooled fromthe swollen purple head of his hard-on in a shiny wetstrand, which he caught on his outstretched tongue. Imoaned in sheer flaming lust from the kinky, erotic sightand. Thank you Master,? I gasped, struggling to remember what I was supposed to say. How could this unimaginable bastard be so cruel and merciless to me. ?Thank you for making me your slave,? I sobbed in desperation.?Pathetic,? he snorted. ?Pathetic snivelling shit. Open your mouth.? I did so quickly and heard him snort, a snort that brought the phlegm from the back of his throat. He pulled on my earrings so that my face was turned upwards into his, my mouth wide open to receive his impending. So, the entire time I have lived in the states, the only black guys that I knew of were your neighborhood street types, not very clean, or intelligent, it didn't help change my parents teaching when I saw guys like that walking around with their pants all the way down or swearing and yelling and being abusive to anyone around them. I was grossed out by the idea when my husband asked me if I would ever want to "do" a black guy. "Oh Hell No!!" was my answer. Earlier in our marriage when I would. I sang a song with a malesinger and changed to match. And it was amazing! It was like I'd beenwaiting my whole life for that experience. I'd always felt kinda .. offas a woman, but that night ... a piece of me came alive for the firsttime. But it ended the next morning. And I missed it! All I could thinkabout was going again, changing into a guy again. But every time I wentto look for the place it was gone. Then I got a message that said if Iwanted to come back, I had to bring somebody with me..