Editor's Note: this submission contains raceplay and racially charged kink.
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Dee awoke the next morning and the first thing she noticed was that she had a strong urge to pee. The second thing she noticed was she was alone in the large bed. Dee frowned. She had never actually spent the night with a man before. The other boys she dated were not the spend the night type. After they had sex with her once, twice, maybe a third time they would leave; except Darius, but Dee treated Darrius like her past boyfriends treated her. He was just sex to her. She was disappointed that she could not wake up and feel his arms around her and cuddle with him and maybe have morning sex. Dee saw a note on the pillow next to her.
When she moved to get the note Dee was suddenly glad Patrick was not next to her and wanting morning sex. She was sore; sore all over. Her body felt like she had been hit by a truck. Her pussy was hurting from the delightful "abuse" it took, her muscles ached; specially her thigh muscles; by the way Patrick had bent and moved her body into various positions as he fucked her, and she had bruises on her body and in places she had no idea how they got there. Her nipples were tender from Patrick's pleasurable torment of them and even her butthole was a little sore from Patrick finger fucking it. "Damn, that white boy fucked my brains out." She said aloud and giggled. Dee decided her soreness was well worth the best sex she had ever had and in a strange perverted way she relished her body being so aching.
Dee took the note and read it.
Dee, I had to go to the office and did not want to wake you. You looked so lovely and peaceful sleeping. *Dee smiled at that* Don't forget we have the Georgia Sports Hall of Fame inductee ceremony tonight. It's formal attire so dress appropriately. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you are hungry. I made an appointment for you at the spa for 1 this afternoon. Get your nails done, a wax if you feel you need it, just overall pamper yourself. Take the day off and I will pick you up at your place at five thirty. Take my car; keys are in the key box next to the door to the garage.
The note was just signed, Patrick.
Dee neatly folded the note once and placed it back on the pillow. She would put it in her purse before she left; Dee liked keeping notes and letters her boyfriends would give her. She had a shoebox for each one in her closet. Not that he is my boyfriend. Dee thought and looked at the digital clock in the room and noticed it was only a little after nine thirty. She thought about going back to sleep for an hour or so but decided if she did she would oversleep; plus she had to pee badly.
Dee got out of bed and almost fell to her knees as the muscles in the back of her thigh cramped up. "I am going to have to get more flexible if Patrick fucks me again." She thought as she worked out the cramp. As she massaged her leg Dee noticed her thigh highs were ruined. They had sex stains on them, from Patrick or her she did not know, and several runs in them. She took them off and limped to the bathroom.
After she relived herself she took notice of how she smelled and raised her arms and sniffed her arm pits. She definitely needed a shower. She thought how nice it would be to soak in the large tub but knew she did not have that much time. Dee noticed there was a new toothbrush on the counter, still in its package and unopened. She brushed her teeth, did some snooping in the medicine cabinet and found nothing unusual. She actually thought she would find a prescription bottle of some type of EDD drug as much as Patrick fucked her and how erect his penis had been all night, but there was not. She took her shower.
While showering a hundred questions and thoughts ran through her mind. The first was how ashamed she felt in herself by the way she allowed her white boss to treat her and talk to her as they had sex. Dee was embarrassed in herself by allowing Patrick to be borderline racists to her in his words about her skin color and even more embarrassed in herself that she really got off on it. Much more humiliating however was the knowledge that she was very aware he knew how much she got off on it. Then there was how dominant and authoritative he was to her and the humiliating things he did to her and he made her do for him. Dee was a strong willed, independent, proud, black lady and while she was attracted to men who were strong and masculine and took charge in the bedroom, but Patrick went so much further than her other lovers and again it shamed her that she was so aroused by being degraded both physically and verbally by any man, especially by a white man.
"Well that is not going to happen again." Dee said aloud as she washed her body. "I am not allowing him to say those things anymore and treat me that way and next time he tries to put a finger in my ass I am going to cut that huge cracker dick off." Dee was getting angry, not at Patrick but at herself for allowing herself to be debased as she did.
Then she thought "next time? If there is a next time." That made her a little sad. She did not know what last night was. True she came on to him first because she wanted him, God she still wanted him right now, but was last night just a onetime thing? Were they going to start dating now? If they did date what about her job? She loved her job. Was she just a fetish fuck for him to have a black girl added to a notch on his bed post? If they did date how would people react with the race difference? True it's 2020 but this is still Georgia. How would his business clients act? How would she be perceived at the office? Dee the black girl from the hood who got her job because she is fucking the boss. How does Patrick see her now? Am I just some girl for him to use when he is horny? I can see him now. I am horny, where is that black whore at? I need my cock sucked.
How would her grandparents and friends and family react? Dee was not concerned about her mother; she had not spoken to her mother in years and her gangbanger brothers she had little contact with but they would kill Patrick just out of spite and for being white if they found out that a rich white man took advantage of their sister. Her grandparents would disown her for dating a white man; her sorority sisters would tease her; even though some of them have hooked up with white guys before especially that spoiled, whore Nicole. Dee knew the many problems she would face and Patrick would face if they dated.
All these questions in her head made Dee dizzy and she knew Patrick and her needed to talk, set some ground rules, if last night was a onetime thing then it's over and she was not some slut he could use whenever he wanted to. Dee was afraid of some of the answers to many of her questions, because when it came down to the truth she wanted to date Patrick. She wanted him as her boyfriend. The young black girl almost started crying from the fear of some of the answers she may get.
Dee felt better after her shower, used Patrick's brush on her hair and frowned as she looked at herself in the mirror. A white man's hair brush was just not made for her hair. After she got dressed she went downstairs into the kitchen and found the coffee. She was not hungry and would eat lunch later. After the coffee was ready Dee saw she had some time to snoop. Patrick had given her a quick tour of the home but now that she was alone she could investigate it more.
Dee paused at the basement door and pulled on the lock with no success. She was hoping it may be unlocked. Patrick told her nothing was down there, but why keep it locked then. She thought maybe he kept some of his guns down there besides the few he had in the locked gun cabinet in the den. He was after all a southern white man and southern white men liked their guns. She moved about the house.
Dee went into Patrick's home office, which was decorated with military paraphernalia, all Marine Corps. She paused and looked at the frame that contained his medals. When she first met Patrick she was clueless what they all meant, but she did her research and was impressed by them. On the far side of the wall were book cased filled with books. Dee loved to read and she much more enjoyed actual books over reading on her iPad so they attracted her attention. She browsed the books.
There were several that stood out to her, old books that were first editions, a first edition Gone with the Wind signed by the author Margaret Mitchell. "Of course he would have this book, racist motherfucker." Dee giggled, she did not think Patrick was racist at all and she actually read and enjoyed the book. He had other books signed by the authors, new novels, biographies, and many others. As she browsed one section of the shelf the books caught her attention. They were books on sex. The Kama Sutra, Tantric sex, Sexual attitudes and behaviors of Ancient Rome, the sexual history and techniques ancient Egypt, and there were modern books about sexual acts as well. Dee picked a few up and blushed at the pictures and some of the things she read in them.
"Well now I know how that white boy knows how to fuck my brains out. And here I thought I was missing out all these years for not dating white guys." Dee thought. She also thought how much fun it would be to try some of those acts and positions with Patrick. There were sexual positions she never knew existed.
Finding nothing out of the ordinary in the house, including no secret stash of porn, besides the locked basement door, Dee decided she had better leave if she was going to make her spa appointment. She needed to go home and change first and do something with her hair. She opened the door to the key cabinet next to the door leading to the garage and saw an assortment of car keys that were labeled. She reached for the one that read BMW but then stopped when she saw the one that read Porsche. Dee grinned and took that key.
"Fuck him, after everything I did last night for him and what he did to me; he owes me this." Dee said aloud with another soft feminine giggle.
The car was a previous year Porsche 911 Carrera, the convertible Cabrio model. Dee squealed with delight as she started the engine. It was a manual transmission but she knew how to drive a stick; her grandfather taught her to drive using his old pickup truck that was manual transmission. She took her time to familiarize herself with the car, let the roof down, put the car in gear, and drove out of the garage and almost ran the car into a tree as she came close to losing control due to the power of the engine. She soon had it under control and drove to her apartment. She liked the looks she got from men of both races as she drove.
Dee changed into some shorts and a tee shirt and ate some lunch and then made her spa appointment. She got her nails done, decided to get her legs, under her arms, and eyebrows waxed even though they did not need it.
"Do y'all do like...well...ummm...do y'all wax more private areas." Dee asked the white girl waxing her eyebrows.
"Yes, ma'am, we do bikini waxing."
Dee blushed, "I mean ummm...something more down there."
The girl smiled at Dee's embarrassment. "Yes we do a full Brazilian."
"What does all that do and does it hurt?"
"It removes al the hair on and around your vagina and anus." The cute white girl told her. "As far as it hurting; depends on how much hair you have down there but I will trim it very well first but yeah there will be some pain." She told Dee in a professional tone and not at all embarrassed to discuss it.
"Hurt a little my ass." Dee thought as the girl pulled the last strip off her.
"You have a nice vagina and a lovely butt." The girl who tortured her with the wax treatment told her. "Both are very sexy."
