A few days after my seduction by a dominant black guy (Jerome), I got a phone call from a number I didn't recognize. Being a singer, I never know if someone is calling about a gig, so I answered.
It was Jerome, the dominant guy that seduced me at the bar! I could tell from his booming voice.
"Hey Baby Girl, I need you right now!" I was stunned and asked how he got my number. He laughed and said while I was enjoying being pleasured by him, his pals went through my purse and got my phone number, address, and everything else about me.
I was stunned to say the least, and speechless.
So, he said again "look baby girl, I need your pussy over here right now!" "Get a nice dress on and be at my place in 60 minutes."
I was mortified, I couldn't just run out and meet him, and who was he to tell me what to do.
I said, I couldn't and he said "I'm not asking baby, I want you now!" He gave me his address and gave me 60 minutes to get there.
I was at a loss, why would I go there knowing he was going to fuck me. But that voice! How could I not go.
His authoritative, booming voice didn't give me much choice. I was mesmerized and I immediately put on a nice tight knit dress, garter belt and nylons with heels and rushed to his house.
It was almost like I was hypnotized and seemed to have to do everything Jerome told me to do.
Well, like I said, I grew up in a strictly white neighborhood of wealth and I've never been in a black neighborhood. I just presumed I'd be parking in a driveway.
But Daddy lived in a row home with only street parking. I couldn't find an empty parking space till about 5 houses down.
Oh god, why did I wear such a sexy dress. I got out of the car, flashing the guy walking by.
I quickly got out, wearing my tight knit dress. I didn't have time to put a slip on and the knit dress didn't exactly behave. I walked as quickly as I could in my heels, walking properly as I was taught, one foot over the next, like I was walking on a tightrope.
This causes my buns to swoosh from side to side. Guys were wolf whistling me and telling me to come over.
I was mortified, and felt like a whore. I was so nervous and always looking forward, I didn't notice that my dress hiked up and I was showing my stocking tops to everyone.
I walked up the steps which caused my dress to hike up further.
I was so nervous my knees were shaking!
Knocking on the door, Daddy yelled "your late bitch!"
I was 5 minutes late. Geez, give me a break I thought.
Talking to myself - I killed myself getting here in 60 minutes.