How do you meet a black woman, well, more specifically, how do let her know you want to sink to your knees and eat her?
I simply didn't see enough of them where I used to live. There was one who regularly visited the supermarket, a grey-haired elderly woman but she had a ring on her finger.
Now I have moved to Folkestone there seem to be even less of them, indeed I have only seen one walking around the supermarket here and then only once.
For a change, I was shopping at the supermarket by myself and there was this big black woman pulling a trolley and checking her fingers I could see no ring, that is after I had checked out the rest of her.
She had long wavy black hair, a big bosom, a big ass, thick thighs, a big belly, big eyes, those lips we white boys love, yes she was someone I could dream of submitting to and burying my head between her thighs.
My shopping went out of the window as I decided to take the bull by the horns.
I strolled up to her, "May I push your trolley for you Madam."
She turned her head and looked at me in surprise.
"Pardon... Why would you want to do that?"
Well, it was now or never so I might as well jump in with two feet and hope I don't offend her.
"Because every black woman should own a submissive white boy."
Her eyes went wide and lit up in surprise. She kept her composure and a smile briefly appeared as she looked me up and down.
"Yes, they should," and with that, she let go of the trolley, stepped back and waved her hand in a gesture that said be my guest.
She continued her shopping without so much as a word to me and I dutifully followed pushing the trolly. Shopping finished, I followed her to the checkout where she paid.
"You can carry the bags."
I wheeled the trolly to the trolley bay and took her bags out. She just kept walking so I followed as she walked to the road and waited to cross it. We did so and she walked into the housing estate. In just a couple of minutes, we were at what I assumed was her front door. She opened it and stepped in, standing in the doorway with her back to me so I couldn't enter.
She took off her coat and hung it up before leaning against the wall in her hall, raising her right leg and placing the sole of her foot flat against the wall so her leg was now bent.
She lifted her dress to show half her beautiful black thighs.
"This is what you want isn't it white boy. Time to choose. You can leave now or enter and sink to your knees as my Bitch. As my Bitch, you will do as I say, when I say, without question. I will require your mobile (cell phone) number."
Less than a nanosecond passed and I was through the door, placing the shopping bags on the floor and sinking to my knees before I looked up at her.
She looked down at me, "My we are eager aren't we. Who's the boss and who's the Bitch?"
"You are the boss Madam, I am your Bitch."
"Good boy, my Bitch, not the Bitch, I appreciate your grasp of the subtle difference. if I'd known all you white boys were this compliant, I'd have had one long ago. You may worship my things."
I sighed with pleasure as I ran my fingers gently over her beautiful soft silky black thighs and left little kisses, first over one leg, then the other. Having coated both thighs and run my hands all over her legs I looked up at her again as I continued to caress but with the palms of my hands now, not just fingers.
"My you are a gentle one aren't you. I like that, I think you are going to be very attentive. Keep going."
I did, I ran my hands up her calves and thighs, front, sides and rear and gave her inner thighs firmer kisses darting my tongue at them. I could smell her, she was aroused all right. I could keep this up for ages, I just adore kissing and caressing beautifully soft skin.
"I need to put the shopping away, stay here."
She took the bags and I heard her busy herself in the kitchen. I couldn't see but I heard her voice every now and then, presumably as she passed the open doorway, which was at the other end of a 30ft hallway.
