A rush of adrenaline surged up my spine. They say an addict can’t refuse another hit. Their brains go into autopilot and they zone in on getting tha... next fix at any cost. Same goes for alcoholics.“You can have it if you want, Amanda.”She looked up at me, an expression of confusion on her face. I remember thinking how beautiful she was with that look of dread in her eyes. Tears started welling up in those big, brown eyes.“Why are you doing this to me?” She choked.I pushed the bottle towards. I picked up the phone, and called a friend of mine. I knew he was gay, but I told myself that nothing would happen. He was over within the hour, almost sensing what I was thinking before I was. Josh was shy, friendly, and a little feminine which gave him a trustworthy quality. Another thing that turned me on was that he was black... In truth, it is probably the reason I called HIM. We talked for about an hour, and it wasn't long before I told him I loved performing analingus. Licking my. ."So I fuck her, into her, out of her. Pressure builds in me, and its release is like a bright light behind my closed eyes. I cry out, finally, finished. My cock softens inside her."Mmmm, lovely," she murmurs."You liked that? I didn't want to hurt you."I slip out of her. She turns around and straightens up."My new secret, darling. Don't tell anyone. But I fucking love a nice big cock up my arsehole, and now I guess I love that cock being yours." Lucky old me," I grin."Quite. Luckier still, if. “No, Adam, sit; you’re a guest in my home.”I was confused; I thought I was supposed to serve her. She must have sensed my confusion. It probably wasn’t difficult, I’m sure it was written all over my face.“Adam, I know you submitted yourself to me, but that was online. You may feel differently now that it’s more real...”I started to interrupt, but she held up her hand to stop me.“Please let me finish, Adam. It’s not that I doubt your sincerity. I have no doubt that your submission was genuine,.