Never would Shawn have believed he would be able to get sweet, shy little Carrie to accompany him up to his apartment. Especially with it being just the two of them him this late at night. He was blown away when with her eyes downcast she shook her head yes and followed him up the stairs that lead to his apartment on the fifth floor.
Once inside Shawn knew if he wanted this girl he would have to take the lead. She stood in the middle of his living room floor looking at nothing else but the floor. Shawn walked up behind her and ran his hands up and down her arms.
"Are you cold, Sweetie?" He gently asked her.
Some of his buddies might know him as a big cold black man when it came to members of his own sex, but he sure knew how to handle the members of the opposite sex. His social calendar was never empty. He usually didn't even have to approach females, they normally came to him. His buddies still had problems believing what they themselves had witnessed many times. Although he knew if he wanted Carrie he would have to go to her. There was something just so sweet and pure to her. She smelled lightly of flower and clean like a fresh bar of soap.
He nuzzled her neck and she seemed to freeze, "Relax baby. I'm going take good care of you now.We both know why you agreed to come up."
Carrie shyly smiled and a becoming blush spread across her cheeks, but she knew he was right. She wanted a man, if even just for one night, who knew how to take control. She was tired of the normal men she went out with that seemed to never know what to say or even what to do. Tired of the few men she had let bed her in her short 21 years who didn't seem to know the first thing about fucking. For once she wanted to let her passions loose and be a real woman. A sensual, sexy being capable of giving and receiving intense pleasure. Wanted to be able to scream out her pleasure without scaring her mate away. Tonight she wanted just to FUCK and not make love. Something told her that Shawn could bring out that woman who was somewhere inside her trying desperately to get out.
Shawn slowly turned her to face him, "Don't be scared baby."
He leaned in for a soft kiss. His full lips seemed to caress her mouth. Slowly she opened up her mouth for his probing tongue. She could feel the heat spreading through out her body as his tongue lapped at hers. His hands searching for her through her clothes. He couldn't get enough contact so he started to unbutton her blouse. In one fluid move he had her shirt and bra off and was kneading her tits with his hands. A small moan escaped from her when he replaced his hands with his warm mouth. Pulling and sucking her nipples with his mouth bringing them to two raised peeks begging for attention.
"I wont break." She softly told him fearing he would disappoint her treating her like a fragile doll as the others had in the past.
"Tell me baby. Tell me how you want things to go. She started to open her mouth to speak but he put his finger on her lips. "No tell me with your body."
"I.....I don't know how." She said barely above a whisper.
"Yes you do. Just let it out. Tonight be who you want to be. If you want to be loved like a princess then go slow and gentle." He looked her straight in the eyes,"If you want to be loved like a whore speed things up, get rougher. Bite instead of kiss, spank instead of caressing. Take what you want."
Hesitantly she reached for his hands bringing them to her tits he closed them tightly over her soft mounds making him pinch her nipples hard. "Oh Yes!" She cried. "Use your mouth bite on my..my nipples."
Never one to let a lady down he crushed his mouth on her tits and began biting them leaving love marks on her smooth white skin as he went.
"So she wants to be a whore." He thought to himself and smiled. This evening was getting better and better. "Sit down." He ordered. She jumped at the command in his voice, but obeyed quickly sitting down on the couch behind her.
"Spread your legs. Tonight you are going to be my little white slut. You're going to leave here knowing how to please a man. And knowing how you need to be pleased."
Spreading her legs she blushed as he seen her panties. "Cotton panties with little flowers." He laughed. "If you want to be my whore you need to learn to dress like one. Crotchless panties in only silk satin or lace are my personal favorite. Or even none at all." He ripped the cotton from her body exposing her neatly trimmed bush. "MMMMM I love bush on a woman. Baby you must have a slut in there somewhere."
He told her as he seen that although the front had bush, her cunt lips were smooth and bare. Running his hands over her lips he could feel that she was already wet.
"No, Stop!" She exclaimed. Fearing he had scared her off he stopped. Cussing under his breath he looked at her. She was clasping and unclasping her hands in her lap. " I want to taste you." She said it so low he had to strain to hear.
"Me or my black cock?"
