He had been talking to me in that deep dusky voice over the phone again and he had immediately recognised my horny breathing and the sexy tones implying and underlying..
I saw it was Q on my caller ID.. and then.. I don't know how long it lasted... he turned me into a quivering mass of orgasmic jelly.
Then I phoned my Daddy, still panting and whimpering and craving. And begging to go fuck Q.. but Daddy didn't give in.
Not having had any sex, except toys and fingers, stories and video clips for two months I was weak.
There are only two men who can do this to me: Q and my Master Daddy... and Daddy was not at home.
Q, my black lover.. he used to be.. and was a year or so ago before I fell in love with Daddy.. well, Q phoned, he found me alone at the right time and was now driving me over the top reminding me about the times we had fucked, the last one, mainly, when Daddy had given me to him as a present. Or given him to me.
He knows how to control my lust, play with it, change his voice and say just the right things that trick me-- 'sweet, respectable lill' ole me', into saying just what he wants to hear. He knows my lust because I am incapable of hiding it. I am just starting to realize this.
He somehow knows what I crave.
I know I couldn't go near him without wanting to fuck him. It must be what they call Animal Magnetism.
He told me he was going to fuck me.. possibly he said, "make love to you" at the company picnic he invited me to whilst I was buying the house.. and he did: took me to a motel, we got naked and fucked and I loved it and he knew it and he loved it. He took me. He fucked my brains out.
I hadn't been *really* fucked in years, in fact I had almost forgotten what it was like but recently I had started to lust after sex and, in fact, listen to this.. almost got a preacher I was falling in love with to fuck me.. but he held back, and regretted it, I think. He was married but... hey, so was I!
Q reamed me and I screamed into orgasms. He knew how to fuck me and he loved fucking me. I was in heaven, I love fucking but he knew how to use me and I discovered I enjoyed being used by a man. A dominant male. I was entering new areas of sexuality that my Daddy helped me understand later.
I must've been giving Q so much sexy body language. Things that I was unaware of, that is, before he told me he was going to make love to me. He was so sure of where he was going. He really knew that we were going to fuck so good. I must have been giving off solid green!
He had sold me my mobile home after I'd left my husband and I had dealt with him a number of times. Now I think about it, there were a lot of extra visits to his office - all sorts of little problems that I didn't mind having to deal with and we would talk about all sorts of things, too. How little I must have known myself but I didn't realize I was lusting after this soft-spoken black man who had already seen the little white slut through the respectable lady I generally play.
After that first incident he would phone me or I would phone him when I was horny and we would meet up in motels as much as we could and just fuck.
It was more than half a dozen fuck-tels over the year or so before I met Daddy. Not sure when the last time was Q and I fucked before I fell in love with Daddy. Perhaps I do but I didn't tell Daddy. I try to tell him everything but it isn't easy as he wants to know so much and I can't always supply the details. I am still not sure. I'd like him to be there so he can see for him self... and hear. I would feel better, more trusting, more sure of myself. He says he wants to watch but I really wonder if he does.
On the phone Q was begging me to meet him and to fuck, reminding me of how I loved feeling his big black cock driving into me, how I had sucked on it and if he had known how hot and "aggressive" I was going to have been he would have been better prepared.
I kept wondering what he had in mind... toys, bondage or bringing a big black friend or two along...?
