Note: This is a story about a white man submitting to a black woman. Edited by malefica, thank you for your work!
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Excited but still a little bit confused, Jack let her take his hand and lead him through the back corridors of the "Driver's Dive". He looked at his hand in hers, his pale skin against her rich, dark ebony. His eyes wandered up her arm to where her natural, soft locks were caressing her neck with each step that she took.
She stopped in front of a closet door and turned to him. Her face was wide; her lips full and luscious, her nose flat and broad yet still delicate, and her eyes were like black diamonds, with perhaps a hint of Asian ancestry in the corners? There was no make-up on her face; any attempt to improve on that face, he knew, would have been futile. Her smile was radiant and warm.
He smiled back, a little annoyed with himself about how flustered he was getting. This wasn't like him. Jack had an angular face with a well-defined jaw-line, steely blue eyes, dirty blond hair, and an easy smile; he worked out regularly and wasn't shy about showing off his guns. In other words, he was used to the attention of the ladies, and had taken advantage of that many times before.
But this was different. He had noticed her sitting across the main room of the dive, had noticed her beauty, but didn't think that she would be interested. She had been sitting with another man, a tall, handsome fellow, his skin as dark as hers and his shoulders even broader than Jacks. She was spoken for, he had assumed; and even if she had been alone, Jack probably still wouldn't have made a move. There was just something about her presence, an air of confidence that was a little intimidating, despite the warmth of her smile. His patented swagger probably wouldn't have impressed her.
But then the man at her table had left - after giving Jack a cheeky glance that he still didn't quite know what to make of. Then she had come over to him, much to his surprise. There had been no words, only her eyes and the gentle, guiding touch of her hand.
She opened the closet door. The space behind was more of a small room than a closet. It contained some cleaning supplies but was spacious enough, and surprisingly clean. They entered and closed the door behind them. They were facing each-other.
"Get on your knees," she said, her voice soft and smoky.
Jack obliged, hardening. She was wearing a uni-colored, knee-length dress that was beautiful in its simplicity. It wasn't particularly tight on her, but the fabric was soft and visibly expensive, caressing her breasts and ample curves as it fell along her body.
On his knees now, his hands moved to lift the front of her skirt, revealing her panties. They were unadorned, made of black cotton, bulging to reveal the shape of her outer lips. He moved his face closer until his nose touched, taking in her rich scent. He pushed in his nose, gently kissing the cotton, his tongue stealing a taste. He felt her entering his head through his nose, taking hold of his mind and blurring his every thought. This was so good.
She had taken his head in her hands, and now she pulled him away a little before turning around. Jack was now facing the perfectly rounded, full hills that made up her behind. He lifted the back of her skirt and pulled down her panties, which dropped to the floor. He used his thumbs to pry apart her cheeks, slowly baring her cherry.
Jack moved in, as eager as a dog. He licked her sweet spot while her cheeks pressed against his, tasting her sweet musk, exploring the pucker of her sphincter in gently circling motions. When he felt her softening, he thrust out his tongue, pushing the tip into her anus. She opened, letting him in, and he heard her barely suppress a low moan. Jack wouldn't have been able to hide a cocky grin if he hadn't been face first up this ladies ass.
She was enjoying it, he could tell. 'Perhaps this will lead to some anal action later,' he thought happily, while he kept working her anus. Getting girls to do anal was always a bit of a chore, but this woman was clearly pretty freaky. Perhaps, if he kept this up, she'd let him do her from behind...
The thought alone almost made him cum in his pants. God, how he loved easy girls.
His dreaming was interrupted when she pulled away from him, turning again. Her dress was hiked up to her hips by now, and as she leant against a low shelf behind her, he saw her glorious womanhood between her slightly spread legs. Her outer lips couldn't contain the inner pair; overflowing, a generous bounty. Within, he could see a sliver of pink.
And above, where her lips met, rose her clitoris. Fully erect and impressively, intimidating in its size, Jack had never been faced with anything like it. With a clearly distinguishable head and a shaft, it looked strikingly like a cock. But she was most definitely not male in the slightest.
He moved in, and he felt her warmth and moisture against his closed lips and heard heavy breathing from above. Then he opened, and she opened up to him in return. She moaned softly as he brought out his tongue, moving it up and down, going deep, and slurping up her juices. He went below and then back up, tenderly sucking her clit - 'no, her cock,' he thought, the notion colored by confusing feelings - then back down again. He worked her steadily, and she rode him gently in turn. Her taste was strong and womanly, and it filled his mouth.
Then, as he was going in for another deep slurp, he tasted something else.
Her hands had closed behind his ears, holding his face firmly against her crotch. He kept probing, and the new flavor got stronger. Then it dawned on him: he was tasting semen.
This woman had been with another man
