I walked into my bedroom, for some odd reason I had my arms covering my breasts. It was odd because it was not like Andre had not seen them, and I saw Andre lying on my bed naked and propped up against the head board; his penis was semi erect and still looked large. I did notice he had taken his socks off.
"Damn about time." He told me and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Well get your fine ass over here."
I walked slowly to him and stood about a foot in front of him and he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. At first I flinched when he reached for me but then start giggling when he pulled me to him and then started moaning when he put his mouth on my erect pink nipple. I threw my head back and wrapped my hands around the back of his head and then lifted my legs and straddled him. Andre was attacking my nipples with his mouth and tongue and even little nips with his teeth, that cause me to give gasping moans of pleasure, and he took one of my legs and moved and then the other so I was now sitting against him with my legs on the bed. Andre moved on hand down my back, under my panties, and to my butt.; all the time still sucking and teasing and biting my nipples while I moaned, whimpered, or gasped in the pleasure of it. I could feel his penis stiffen and become erect again and started grinding against it. One of his hands held my butt and the other was resting on the small of my back.
Now I don't have a fat ass but neither do I have a skinny butt like Sarah does, I have a very nice butt; not too small and not too big, and besides my breasts it's the most complimented part of my body. I hate vanity in others and myself, but to be honest I do get a lot of men and maybe even some women looking at me when I walk by specially when I am at the beach or the pool wearing my bikini. They start at my face, move to my breasts, and when I walk away look at my butt. So I have a very nice butt and when Andre put his hand on it, his hands were so large just one covered up both butt cheeks.
Andre took his mouth off my breasts and nipples and kissed his way up my neck and then started kissing my lips. I kissed him back much harder and moved my legs so my knees were now on the bed and used my body to push him back on the bed. As we made out I felt his hand ran down my butt crack and I remembered what I saw earlier that night when Carl had stuck his finger up Sarah's butt. My fear of Andre doing that to me was unwarranted because his hand and finger went lower and I gasped into his mouth when his finger entered my pussy and again when another finger entered me. Andre did not just thrust his fingers in and out of me but twisted and twirled them inside me and it drove me crazy with desire and the need to feel his penis inside me.
"Damn that pussy is just soaked." Andre commented as he started kissing my neck.
"Please Andre...please put it in me...please I want to feel it in me." I pleaded with him as I grinded my hips to feel his penis against me.
"OH GOD!" I cried out loudly when Andre put a third finger inside me. "Please...Oh God please, Andre."
I cried out again when Andre grabbed my hair and pulled my head back; but this time I did not feel just pain of it. This time the pain was mixed with an odd feeling of pleasure and submissiveness that made me actually shiver with excitement.
"Please what?" He asked me still pulling my hair hard.
"I want you inside me."
"What do you want inside you and where do you want it." He teased me and moved his fingers in my pussy in so many various ways that I was moaning loudly.
"You...Oh God...please...don't...please just put it inside me!"
"Say it! You know what you want and what you are so say it!" He demanded and pulled my hair even harder which again excited me and made me feel so helpless.
I never was one for much dirty talk during sex. I never cried out for someone to fuck me or use vulgar words or phrases and the three men I had been with up until that moment never talked dirty to me either. About the dirtiest thing I said was "put it inside me." And that was to my husband during the first few years of our marriage when our passion for each other was still burning. Sean knew how to play with my pussy and knew where my clit was and he would tease me until I was pleading with him to "put it inside me." So while I never had an orgasm I did get aroused and feel the need to have my pussy penetrated. But none of those tines, even my wedding night, did I have the need to be fucked as I did right now. I did not just want Andre to "put it inside me", I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me so hard with his big black dick.
That Andre wanted to and enjoyed degrading me sexually had been obvious since we left the club. That he enjoyed being a dominate lover and how he controlled me was very evident in the way he treated me. He enjoyed seeing me cry, he enjoyed taunting me, he enjoyed hearing me beg, and he even seemed to enjoy hurting me. Whether he treated all girls he had sex with like he was treating me I did not know, but the way he kept reminding me that I was white and he was black made me think that he just enjoyed debasing white girls he had sex with; by some of his comments I knew I was not the first white girl he fucked. Maybe he also enjoyed degrading me because I was older and married as well. Maybe he treated all girls like this regardless of their race. I didn't know, all I was sure of was that I wanted him inside me, my vagina craved and ached for him to be inside me, and that being humiliated and dominated by a young black man excited me sexually like nothing I ever felt before.
Was it just Andre doing all this to me that excited me or was it because he was black and any black man doing this to me would have aroused me so much? That question I could not answer and never would because this was a one time thing and after tonight, after I became his white whore for one night only, I would never see him again and I would never do anything like this again. As much as it turned me on sexually, I knew this was not who I was and I knew this is not who I wanted to be. I did not want to be some white trash whore to a young black man or any man. I had more self-respect and dignity than that; except for tonight. Tonight I would surrender all my dignity and be treated as a whore; it was something I had no control over and to my utter shame something I did not want to have control over. Tomorrow I would deal with the guilt and my shame, but not tonight. To quote my favorite fictional protagonist Scarlet O'Hara, "I will think of that tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day."
