I was mainly just curious about the club scene, and at that point didn’t really expect to hook up with anyone, especially not a black woman. I asked...the night doorman, who happens to be a ruggedly-handsome, middle-aged black man, named Jeremiah, if he could suggest a nearby nightclub that catered to an interracial crowd and might have some available women. I knew his name from my frequent stays at the hotel, but we had never talked before that night.Jeremiah gave me a knowing, mischievous smile. Kneeling before him she wore no clothing, only her master's collar about her neck.She took a deep breath, the chilly air doing little to cool her rising passion. Kara was feeling hot. Her old day dream had started a fire deep within her loins, as it had so often before. The room suddenly felt like a sauna, perspiration began to form upon her skin. The tingling feeling between her legs that was once just a distant thought began to pulse, its pace slowly increasing. Each breath of air she took. The guy ran his hands down my body to the hem of my dress, he slowly slid his hand up my leg, I should have stopped him but I couldn’t. His fingers found my dripping wet pussy and he began to rub my clit and finger me right there on the dance floor. I leaned back into him as he buried 3 fingers inside me thrusting them hard deep into my pussy. Soon I came with a moan my juices covering his hand. I was weak in the knees and panting as he slid his fingers from my pussy laughing. Come here, he. I tried to sway my body to shove him off but his weight pinned me down firmly. ‘Cute panties and a hot oiled body,’ he said in a happy voice, ‘I have hit a jackpot tonight.’ He went onto remove my panties forcefully. He stood up to take down his pants and underpants and I saw his erect member in its might. It was longer and thicker than what I was used to. I was panicking from thinking about the inevitable end to events and still struggling against him. He put all his weight on me and.