After two nights of raw passion with my black stud I knew I was hooked and there was no hope for freeing myself from his control. I kept thinking about his new desire with me and wondering if I could allow him to take me anally.
Returning to work for the week on Monday I experienced my first time of losing self control. I couldn't refrain any longer from texting him to seek my next moment for complete pleasure.
"Hey sexy, you free tonight after 8?"
After about 30 minutes I get back a "nope got plans"
"Ok. Maybe another time. "
No response made me think he wasn't as interested as I had thought.
Around 6:30 when I got off for the day I had a private call on my cell phone. Being a detective I assumed it was a confidential informant with information about my ongoing investigation.
Upon answering I hear, "Go to the store and get some lube. I'll be there at 8," and then he hung up.
Feeling a tingle in between my thighs I grabbed my bag and headed to the store.
Wondering to myself why it was so easy to give in I bought what was requested and headed home. Pulling up to the house I see him step out of his truck. Instantly soaking my panties I get out and walk to him.
"Hey Sexy!" Kissing him passionately tongues darting.
Moaning through the kiss he grabs my ass and pulls me into him. I feel his rock hard cock against my leg. Reaching down I graze him through his pants. "Come inside?"
Nodding his head, we walk to the door. Upon entering, he unbuttons my shirt with one quick slide of his finger.
Gasping I look into his eyes and see a look of knowing he owns me.
