Missy was calling me from her cell. Her husband was back from his business trip and he wasn't leaving any time soon.
She was in her car. "Please, Sir. I can't stand not coming. Please."
"You wanna come with his little dick in you?"
"No," she said. "Of course not. I wanna come touching my pussy, thinking of you fucking me."
I laughed soft and low. "No."
"But - -"
"And next time I see you, I ain't letting you come 'til my black cock is buried deep in that little virgin ass I own."
That shut her up for a little while. All I heard was her soft breathing and background traffic.
"How come you got so quiet, baby?"
"Just thinking, Sir."
"Ain't nothing to think about, baby. I ain't gonna force you. But I'm not letting you come 'til you do it."
"But Sir, can I suck your cock first next time I see you?"
"We'll see, baby. You know I love fucking your throat."
She moaned a little, real low and soft, and I could hear her breathing get harder.
"You been thinking about being on your knees for me, all naked, your little hands behind you, my cock buried in your mouth up to my balls? That's what's making my girl sound like that?"
"Please, Sir," she said, sounding all desperate and pathetic. I felt sorry for my girl.
"Tell you what, baby. Why don't you make your own business trip?"
"How do you mean, Sir?"
"Pull your car over a minute and listen to me."
I talked to my girl for about five minutes, then I hung up. I had to get ready. It was gonna be a long Friday night with my girl.
I called the Paradise Gold on the other side of the city and made a reservation. Then I got in the shower, and hit the road. I had some driving to do if I was gonna meet Missy there tonight.
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At the hotel, I was watching TV, wearing just my jeans, my cock hard as shit, thinking about what I was gonna do to my girl tonight, how I was gonna make her beg for it.
When she knocked on the door, I told her to come in. She walked in wearing just what I'd told her – something that would make me wanna grab her and shove her up against the wall and fuck her hard.
She was wearing this smoky grey dress that clung to every curve, didn't have no straps, and so short, I could all but see the slit in my girl's pussy. Her four inch black spike heels made her look even hotter, even more fuckable.
She closed the door and turned around real slow. "You like it, Sir?"
I got up and took her in my arms, running my hands over her tight little ass under the dress, grinding my hard cock into her, kissing her, sliding my tongue into her mouth. I kissed her throat, her neck, cupped her ass. "You did real good, baby."
A light came into her eyes, the way she looked when she knew she'd pleased me. It made my hard cock twitch.
"Pull your dress down. Show me the tits I own."
She pulled it down real fast, lifted her tits, showed me hard pink nipples. I licked and sucked her nipples, listened to her moan and whimper.
"Please, Sir," she begged, "please Master Nate, can your slut cum?"
I laughed, ran my tongue over her nipples, slid my hands down her ass, ran a finger up and up and down her crack real slow. She arched her back, lifted her ass, moved it in little circles.
Kissing my way up her tits, her throat, 'til I was kissing the side of her neck, I whispered, "What did Master tell you?"