TJ's experience with repressed women told him that this was a critical moment. Much as he wanted to climb aboard and hammer his massive black staff into the tiny white woman, he knew it to be exactly what she expected and the end result would be her regretting every second of the time spent with him.
While fucking her senseless would certainly feel good, his goal wasn't so simple. Instead, he wanted to turn Kay into a complete slut for his black cock. When he was finished, this respectable white woman would be willing to do anything he wished in exchange for another load of his thick creamy cum whenever he needed release.
To accomplish his mission and overcome her deep seated repression, every act had to seem to her to be her idea. The thought of him "making" her do anything would generate guilt, if it was her idea convincing her to go further would simply be an extension of her own desires and she would feel right about going further.
TJ was a "Specialist" and had it down to a science, a pleasurable and sometimes profitable one.
He laid beside her and resumed their passionate kissing. This first fuck would be like her masturbatory fantasies until the right moment when he would take over and give her the fucking of a lifetime.
As they kissed, he gently caressed her body, coming ever closer to her erogenous zones but never quite getting there. This teasing would stoke the fire deep within her.
Kay's plan was a bit different, she needed to be fucked. As he touched her, Kay found herself expecting TJ to take her as Zack did, hard and fast making her head explode in orgasmic bliss.
Her soft white hands kept stroking and pulling on the biggest cock she had ever seen, the thought of her saliva making it slick was exciting, the residual taste of his manly sweat reminding her of how good it felt to be controlling him with her mouth on it.
The good girl was gone for the moment although she knew it would return, for now, Kay was ready to experience the joys of a shameless slut hoping that the pleasure would overcome any regret after he left her alone in bed. This was to be a night of firsts, the first time she violated the fucking on the first date rule, the first time with a black man and the first time any man had shared her bed since her husband so many years ago.
"Stop teasing me..." she begged as TJ continued kissing and nibbling her tender neck and shoulders.
"Teasing?" the huge black man innocently asked. "I'm not teasing you. Isn't this what you wanted?"
"No...." she panted as he took a handful of her coppery hair in his fist. "I want you... you're making me crazy when you touch me."
"Little girl, you need to slow down a bit... savor the moment.." he chided as he tugged her hair before locking his lips to hers in a kiss he knew would only fuel her lust taking her another step toward completely losing control.
Kay pressed her body against his powerful chest, grinding her breasts against him.
TJ responded by pulling away from her.
"if you're this excited by a little kissing, what's going to happen when I do this?" he teased before taking one of her ultra sensitive nipples between his thick lips for a split second before returning to her neck.
"Ohhhh Godddddd...." she gasped as her body exploded with orgasm. Her pussy began flowing freely with juices meant to lubricate a hard cock as it plunged into her. Kay's hips thrust from the bed, her ass and stomach tightened as her throbbing clit hungered for the pressure of his body crushing against her. "I'm cumming.... Ohhhh yesssss."
She threw her arms around his powerful neck, pulling him to her in an orgasmic embrace as her lithe body trembled.
"You made me cum without even touching me..."
I saw that " he responded matter of factly. "What happens when someone touches you?" he asked innocently.
"Oh my God... " she gasped, I can't believe this. She was being honest, TJ was blowing her mind; actually he was just starting to work on her inner lusts.
He was having a hard time maintaining his self control, this tiny white girl was primed for a powerful fucking, but TJ wanted more and his experience told him that waiting would only make it better when he finally gave her the fucking she needed.
"Why don't we play with these for a while.." he suggested, picking up the small vibrating egg from the nightstand beside her bed.
"I want you...." she moaned, "not that..."
"I know, but I feel bad that you took all of your toys out and aren't going to get to play with them."
He knew that having her masturbate right now would only make her more hungry for whatever he did later. He also knew that she would come to relate the release from masturbating with the hard fucking he preferred, sexual release would soon only come from him.
"But I want you.. " she protested. "I want you to..."
"You'll get everything you want..." he said as he raised himself to one elbow, looking sternly down at her. "When I'm ready and you deserve it. Right now Little Girl, I want you to show me all of your toys and how they work."
"But...."
"Little White Girls do as their Black Man tells them or he finds another girl who will and she spends nights dreaming of what might have been."
His words struck the exact chord he was shooting for, Kay was terrified that he would leave and that fear would come to overwhelm any fear she had of anything he wanted later. "Now, which one is first?" he asked rhetorically, "I think I want to see how this works."
Again handing Kay the vibrating egg... "What do you do with this?"
The superheated woman could feel a flush of embarrassment come over her, masturbation was what you did when you were alone, and even then it wasn't something good girls did. Now this huge black man wanted to watch her as she demonstrated...
