A meeting converts a woman who preferred old black men to be an old white man's slave.
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Chapter I
Itâs one of those beautiful days that only occur in California. Itâs fall and San Francisco is particularly beautiful. Iâve only just arrived in this city from the Midwest. I came for, of all reasons, I met a married woman on the Internet. Sheâs young, early 30/s, blonde, attractive (36C-26-34) and really likes old black men. Funny how I wound up here, an old white guy, also married, traveling 2000 miles for this meeting. I must be crazyâŚbut then again this one may well be worth it. You see I feel attractive women are meant to be possessedâŚnot used, possessed. They are meant to serve and through that service they find the pleasure in life they seek. They crave being controlled and I provide that. But hey, thatâs another story, letâs get back to this one.
I took the red eye in this AM and after a lengthy cab ride checked into the Marriott hotel by the docks. Itâs about 2:00 PM and Iâm waiting in my room for this mystery woman to show up. I actually gave her my real name so that when she arrived at the hotel she could call my room using the house phone. I could have met her the bar with the usual, Iâm wearing thisâŚyouâre wearing that routine, but for some unexplained reason, with this one I had developed a feeling of trust. How fucking crazy is that. Some wild blonde Iâve never met, I know nothing about and I tell her my real name? The years on taking their toll on my sanity.
The sound of the phone ringing broke the silence of the room and startled me back to the present. âHelloâ
âItâs Leasa, do you want me to come up?â
âNo, Iâll be right down, wait for me by the elevator door. â I know what she looks like from the many photosâ she has sent me. I couldnât help but think, this one will be a challenge.
When the elevator door opened there she stood, dressed in a short black mini skirt, pale silk blouse and 2â heels which accentuated the shape of her calves nicely. I couldnât help but wonder if she had done as she was instructed to and not wore a bra and panties. I would find out soon enough.
She looked me over smiling and said, âYou really are older and Iâm not sure youâre what I expected.â
âOh! Just what did you expect?â
âWell, you never told me you had a beardâŚand that itâs mostly gray. You also never mentioned your hair isâŚrather thin in the front and almost completely gray.â Then she started to laugh. Pleased with the bemused look on my face.
I smiled at her and said, âCome lets walk down to the Pier. Iâm going to take some photoâs of you.â
Strange as it may seem we seemed like old friends right off. Both of us very comfortable with each other and the conversation flowed. Once at the Pier, we began to take pictures, âGâ rated pictures. She seemed a natural and loved being in front of the camera. However, during one shot when she was sitting on a bench, she opened her legs, just slightly, and I could clearly see she was wearing no panties. I smiled, she took instruction wellâŚand my cock started to grow.
We continued our journey around the docks, finding different places to take photoâs, some public but also some very remote. In one such remote place we noticed a disheveled homeless guy in a lump, leaning against one of the Pier posts. Looking at Leasa and then at the man I was struck with the contrast. Her dressed to the nines, him a mess. I instructed her to move over by the man for a photo or two. Standing next to him she made a face, indicating he smelled pretty bad. She was looking at me as the man raised his head and from his vantage point could see directly up Leasaâs dress. He was drooling, salvia running from his mouth, teeth discolored from a considerable period of neglect, eyes blood shot and a bottle wrapped in brown paper between his legs. He lifted the bottle offering Leasa a drink. The bottle hit her thigh and she had to spread her feet slightly to maintain her balance. In doing so, it afforded the guy a generous view of her pussy. All the guy could do was stare and drool, hypnotized by the unbelievable view he was being given.
Now Leasa has a playful side to her, as I found out because she knew exactly what she was showing buy made not attempt to obstruct his view. She knelt down, resting herself on her heel, looked at him, smiled, and using his lapel wiped his mouth saying, âIn your dreams sweety.â
When I heard that something snapped in my brain and a plan began to hatch. Acting as if I was going to give him money, I took out a pencil, and wrote on a receipt I had in my pocket.
Iâm at the Marriott, Room 1016, be there in 1 hour. You wonât be sorry.
With a 10 dollar bill I place the note in his hand. Leasa asked what I wrote and I told her, I told him to get some food and another bottle. She accepted that.
We left the Pier, and made our way back to the Marriott. I directed her to the bar and ordered two Beefeater Martiniâs, on the rocks. We spent the next half hour in the bar and consumed two more drinks apiece.
Placing my hand on her thigh I said, âLeasa, itâs time to go up.â Where upon, without a word we rose and walked to the elevator.
Once in the elevator I hit 10, the doors closed and up we went.
âI know you donât have panties on Leasa, but I have to know if youâre wearing a bra.â I said as my hand moved to her breast.
I was pleased to see that she had followed my instructions to the letter and did not have a bra. My cock began to stir as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
Once inside I said, âYou enjoyed teasing that Homeless guy didnât you? You know you shouldnât tease like thatâŚitâs not nice You need to be punished for that!â As I guided her by the arm to the bed pulled her over my knee, pulled her short dress up exposing her gorgeous ass and slapped her ass hard both on the cheeks and thighs. She moaned as the sting of each blow heightened.
After, about 10 hard swats, I pushed her to the floor. âNow, get up and dance for me LeasaâŚcome onâŚdance!â I moved to the radio, found a jazz station playing slow sensual music, turned to Leasa and again commanded, âDance you little tease, dance for me!â
Wiping the tears from her eyes she stands, a bit unsteady in her heels but after a moment gains her bearings and begins to move to the music.
âStrip from meâŚmake my cock hard!â
First came the blouse, her 36C tits literally exploded from behind the blouse as the blouse was tossed to a near by chair. Then in a manner so fucking sexy I nearly came in my pants she slowly unzipped her skirt and let it drop stepping out of it as it hit the floor.
There before me, in this hotel room, in a strange city, stood this vision of loveliness, naked except for a pair of 2â heels. This woman, who now was half tipsy and had regained her confidence knowing her body had me hook line and sinker. In her mind, I was now putty in her hands.
Dancing and moving close to me she said, âHey old man, do you like what you see? Confidence was written all over her face as she continued, âyou still have your clothes on.â