" she sang. "Blue night in a blue city girl I’ve been known to accept pity...blue." Somewhere, a man spins her around in his strong arms. Dances her...tightly against him; and suddenly he is skin, warm, hard, urging at her. "Blue..." She straddles his hips, a smile as wild and rare as any blossom sketches her face in beauty; her throat rises and faints back, chin high, hair riffling; his cock buried inside her. Scratch marks fleck his body from her passions; and the head of his cock, almost. The Ds aspect of it, I take toheart, and understand that I am a very submissive and slut, and try totreat all of my superiors with the respect they have earned over me inthe eyes of the corporation. And I can't say I enjoy pain, but I cansay that I have been conditioned to be aroused from it. It's a love-hate thing for me."Patricia giggled as she wrote on her paper. "Dyvia would do that to aslut." She looked up from her paper and looked her in the eyes, "Howwere you recruited?" I had. My mouth was fully stretched and it was hitting deep inside my throat.He held his hand on my head. His fingers could easily hold my entire head and was slowly giving rhythm to my blowjob. I was doing while his mobile phone rang.I was startled but he held his hand tightly so that I cant move away from his cock. He took the phone from the pants in the bed and looked at the caller id, With a sigh,he answered Hey Honeybunch I stopped sucking and tried to look at him in surprise.He looked down at me. Truth was, I had been thinking about that...a lot. To have unprotected sex with a black man was so incredibly enticing. The thought of being pregnant with a black baby was so very erotic. The thought of having a black baby suckling from my breast was so very sexy. The idea of being seen with a black baby sent shivers down my spine. Then everyone would know that I was a slut for black men.Just Dean mentioning it made me start to get wet."Yes, I have given it some thought." What do you think?"I.