I stand up on my tip toes, wanting the kiss to last. It's all too short before he let's go and has me spin back around. “Grab your ankles,” he com...ands. I do as I'm told, bending over and grabbing my ankles. My ass high up in the air for him. He slaps it hard again. Swatting my cheeks one at a time, again and again to the point I lose count. Each smack is stimulating, raging my hormones higher, until I'm quivering. “That's for calling me that name. Have you learned your lesson?” he asks. “I'm. It's a date."Tiffany hoped the jerk was telling the truth. In her experience, menoften lied about the size of their dicks, and she liked her cocks big--and Black.Supposedly, Clinton, her latest client, was both. She'd see soon enough,she thought.Tiffany wasn't a call girl. At least, she didn't think of herself thatway. She was a white woman who served Black men's fantasies. All ofthem, it seemed, wanted nothing as much as to fuck a white girl, usuallyin her ass, or to choke her half to. ." Oh great," she grumbled. "I wanted a lover and I got a reader. You've been readin' and I'm gonna be bleedin'." Stop it. You make it sound like we're sacrificing a sheep or something."By now we had reached her house. Ryan's car was parked at the curb. "Crap, I was going to invite you in, but not with those two around. Come on," she smiled at me, and dragged me down the walkway that led toward the back of the house. She pulled me into a space between the back of the house and the little back. I was actually very adept at sucking cock andcould deep throat quite well, a fact that I was gladof considering I would be gagging and throwing up mylunch by now if I wasn’t so experienced. All thesefacts, however, did not make the burn in my lungs anyless as I fought for breath. “Breathe around it,” Iheard the bastard say again. Finally he pulled his cock from my throat whichallowed me to take a few merciful breaths betweencoughing. Again before my coughing even got.