Hello again! I'm M.D. If you read the prospectus in Chapter 03, then you know that I have bought a new asset – with the emphasis on ass – into my portfolio. Who am I? I am an investment banker at a well-known bank. You know it. It's everywhere. I run a small part of the organization.
I mine wealth. It's like paying people to dig it out of the ground. It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it. I also mine hot white women. This is hot sweaty work. Working my cock into a hot woman requires a lot of energy. The payoff is when she cums on my 11-inch black cock or someone else pays me for that privilege.
Felicity came into the fold recently. The only thing that made me curious about her was how easy she was to "buy out". I don't ask questions. I led her into providing the answers.
"So what do you think about my loft apartment?" I asked her when she arrived.
"Wow! This is elegant! I never expected something like this!" she said.
"This will be your pad. You can sleep anywhere you want," I said. I showed her the shower, makeup station, and where to hang her clothes. I had arranged for Marlee and Sindi to be gone to give me time to probe her mind.
"Have you been with many black men?" I asked.
"No. You are the first. Austin and I had been discussing me getting a black lover. We discussed all the ramifications," she said coyly. She looked embarrassed.
"You are part of a societal revolution. White wives, with their husbands' consent, are taking black lovers," I said. I wanted to say "black masters", but I wanted her to become more submissive.
"I didn't discuss it with Austin, but what I really want is a black man to be like a ... uh ... master," she said. Her face was red with embarrassment.
"What does he think you want to do?" I asked probing her mind.
"He thinks I will date black men and come back. He wants to talk about it," she said.
I lit a joint and took a deep toke. I passed it to her.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
She took the joint, took a deep toke, and exhaled slowly.
"I want to experience all of the feeling of taboo sex. Most of all I want to submit to black sexing," she said
"When did you begin to feel that you want to do this?"
"I talked it over my girlfriends. They had all taken black lovers. Their descriptions of the sensual love making made me want it."
"Did they tell you that black men only fuck bareback?"
"Yes! I want that."
"Did they tell you that your black lover will require you to be bareback and unprotected, too?"
"Yes!"
"Did they tell you why?"
"It's the risk of pregnancy that enhances the feeling," she said, looking into my eyes submissively.
I put my arms around her tiny body and hugged her. She looked up, and I pressed my lips against her hot mouth. She opened her mouth. It was hot and wet. I slipped my tongue inside to mix my juices with hers. My hands explored her body. I heard her moan. I broke with her.
I helped her take off her top. She unzipped her low-riding skirt and let it slip to the floor. While she removed her hot red thong, I put a video on my 120-inch high definition TV.
It was Marlee and Sindi making hot sensual love to five black gods. Marlee was on her back with her legs bent back over her head. Her lover was pumping in and out. Sindi was lying with her head off of the bed. Her black lover was slowly sliding her cock in her mouth. Felicity watched as Sindi's lover went in all the way until his nut sack was resting on her forehead. The outline of his cock was on her neck.
"Oh! That is so sensual!" Felicity cooed. She noticed that Marlee and Sindi were still wearing their shoes. It added to the sexy scene.
"Drop your bra, but leave your shoes on," I told her.
I pushed her down on the bed with her head hanging off. Felicity instinctively knew what to do. She opened her mouth and looked up at me. I pushed my love tool over her tongue and felt the first resistance of her throat. I waited for her to relax. Then I slowly eased my cock deeper and deeper until my balls rested against her forehead. Then I rocked it back and forth.
"Squeeze your neck muscles," I instructed her. She did. Her eyes were wide and wild. I knew the signs: She was becoming a submissive. I moaned loudly and watched her clitoris grow and her face become flushed. Giving pleasure was pleasurable to sweet little Felicity.
I wanted her to keep that girlish innocence that I noticed from the beginning. I pulled out of her throat to let her breathe. I straightened her on the bed and put her in a doggie position. I inspected her tattoos. They were very sensual. The floral patterns on her back enhanced the image that Felicity was "innocence" personified. I wanted her to be submission personified.