I had the house to myself, so I just put on some booty shorts and a blouse that I just tied up to let my belly have some air. Then I heard a knock at the door... so I went to opened it, "What the fuck you doing here?" I asked when I saw it was Clyde.
"I had a deliever to do and had to stop and see my little white slut," he said as he stepped in, shut the door, and wrapped his arms around me as he pushed me up against the wall.
"Remember the last time you saw me? You sold me off to that trucker and left me there for him to use me, as he wanted."
He leaned in and shoved his tongue into my mouth as he reached up and grabbed my boobs... and played with them. He reached down and grabbed my ass and picked me up off the floor. He was carried me down the hallway to my bedroom... then he threw me onto the bed.
"Yes, I remember that... but I had to go and I knew you liked black cock," he stated as he stood there, took off his clothes and his big, beautiful, black cock popped out, hard as a rock. 'Damn, that cock'!
"I've got to deliver my load soon, so you need to get out of those clothes so I can give it to you."
I found myself tearing off my blouse, fighting off my shorts, and then I laid back for him.
He stroked his cock and smiled at me, "You're mad at me... but you're more than willing to give that pussy to me," he said as he leaned forward... and spread my legs more.
"Shut the fuck up and fuck me, asshole."
He laughed as he leaned in and buried his face into my pussy. He worked it and got it so hot and wet. I found myself grinding on his face and not long, he had me cumming again.
He stopped and climbed up on top of me, "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you, Bitch." I felt his cock hit my pussy and then he started to slam it home. He wasn't anywhere near being gentle about it, as he slammed it home. Within three strokes, he had it buried deep in me and then he just started to pound me with long hard strokes. I had my legs wrapped around him and I held on as I moaned out, "Yes."
He slammed it home and filled me again. I think he saved it for me, based on how much he pumped into me. When he was done, he slowly pulled out and got off the bed. His cock was semi-hard and covered with my juices. He started to get dressed, as he left me laid out on the bed naked as his seed leaked out of me.
"I have to go get my load off, but I'm not done with you. I want you to come and pick me up at my truck tonight... about eleven p.m." Then he stepped out of the bedroom but returned quickly and threw a bag on the bed, "That's my new gift for you to wear. Remember, no panties or bra when you're with me," and then he walked out the door.
I slid off the bed, wondered to myself, 'Why do I let him fuck me, after what he did to me the last time'? I picked up the bag and dumped it. The only thing in it was a black dress, garter belt and stockings, and a pair of three-inch heels. I held up the dress and found out it was a micro mini one, with a very low-cut top. I held it up in front of me and looked at it in the mirror, 'Damn', as I thought, 'this is probably not even going to cover me'. So, I slid it on to see how it fit. My boobs were almost out and I looked down at them... It did cover my pussy, but not by much.
"He really thinks I'm going to wear this outfit?" As I turned and looked myself over in it. I reached up, cupped my boobs, and they almost fell out. But then I slid my hand to my legs and then up, as I hit my still wet pussy.
"Damn it, he knows I will!" So, I put the stuff away, took a shower, and thought all day as I wondered what we were going to do tonight. My pussy remained wet all day.
So later, Jim went to bed, I slipped into our spare bathroom, took a shower, and did my hair and makeup ... I even used hot red lipstick! I got dressed and looked in the mirror, "Damn you, Judy... you are a slut," I said to myself as I tiptoed out the door.
I pulled up and he slid out of this truck. He walked over to me and said, "Slide over, I'm driving," so he slid in behind the wheel... looked at me, and continued, "I did pick the right outfit for you," as he pulled me back beside him. He wrapped his arm around me and gave the top of the dress a tug. My one nip peeked out from under my dress, "Yes, this is the one for you."
He pulled out and started to drive to the city, a few miles away. His hand slid down, rubbed my stockinged leg, and then moved up to my pussy. He pulled my legs apart to be able to play with me as he drove. He played until I started to moan and he knew I was about to cum. Then he stopped, "Not yet, my little slut... I want you all horny for later." He did this a couple of times during the drive. Once in the city, he drove to a bit poorer side of the city and then he pulled into a small, dark looking, bar.
"Why are we here?"
"Oh, a fellow driver said this is a nice place," he answered as he pulled me out of the car. He stopped, looked at me once I was out and standing up, then he smiled, "Damn, you do look like a hot slut in that outfit, plus that red lipstick finished you off."
"You picked it."
He smiled, as he led me in, I saw it was a bit dimly lit inside. I noticed the whole place was black people, but for me. There were a few couples, but mostly single guys who drank and played pool. They all turned and looked at us and I knew what they were thinking... 'What the fuck is she doing here'?
There was one empty stool at the bar, so he led me over to it and ordered us some drinks. I was careful as I got on the stool with this dress on. The guy beside me watched me closely to see if I made it okay.
So, we have a couple of drinks and everybody got used to me being there and chatted away. But occasionally, Clyde would reach over and rub my leg and then he would pull my legs apart.
I whispered to him, "Be careful, the dress is too short."
"I know it is, that's why I got it."
Then he went over, put money on the pool table, and said, "Next. Me and her," pointing at me. I've played some, but not in a dress like this.
