He was in his early sixties I guess and rather portly with a large belly and double chin. He was good fun and I'd got to know him a little bit during ...he run, telling him often that he was barking up the wrong tree when he’d flirt with me. The night of the party he’d been at it again, telling me how good looking I was, and what a shame it was that I was straight. I’d laughed along but given him no encouragement, but the more I had to drink, the more my thoughts turned to what I could do with. I still have some boxes that need to be unpacked lying around. I greet him in short, small white shorts and a baby blue t-shirt. I make sure he sees my nicely rounded, firm ass as I turn and let him in. I've always been proud of my body; long, slender legs and cute sexy tits, with a butt that could make guys drool. But, apparently not Daniel. We sit, pretty closely, on the little couch flipping through the channels on my pathetic looking TV. My place still needs some furnishing. The TV gets. The combination was becoming too much for the both of them. He pulled his hands away and grabbed her ankles lifting and pushing her farther down his lap.She looked at him and realized what his intentions were next. They were going to fuck and she really wanted him to fuck her. She rolled off and lay on the bed spreading her legs wide. She spread her lips open and started rubbing her very moist slit.“I want that cock inside me,” she said a little breathlessly.He took the rest of his clothes off. ” HE ordered me to come with him. We went to his office and HE pulled up HIS email for finding fun. HE let me read about 30 of them as HE stood behind me. Email after email of different white males begging for HIM to use them including pictures of their bodies or butt. We went back out to HIS couch and sat. HE asked, “So what do you have to say now?” I said, “Clearly there are many white males who want to service YOU, but not all white males are sub.” We chatted around this topic for a.