I also write spanking stories, and I shared a few of them with her.Vivian liked that I was an experienced spanker and that I lived fairly close to her.... We both decided that for our first meeting that we would meet at a nearby coffee shop. It was actually located inside of a library, and we both felt this would be very safe for both of us. Besides spanking, we both liked the fact that we shared so much in common. It seemed like everything from politics to religion, we both agreed on so many. Cassandra pet the blond haired sissy, telling themall about everything that happened. She went into amazing detail about theshower scene, how tight Ariel was, how wet and warm her grip was, how thewoman squealed and moaned, how her soft skin felt... "Oh my, just talkingabout it is getting your poor Mistress all hot and bothered."They didn't miss a beat. The first to begin the act of relieving theirmistress was a chocolate skinned vision. Her long black hair was tied backin a ponytail, slung. I was, in short, a frustrated male virgin, and a bit of a geek.All of this, however, changed abruptly a couple of years ago. One of my fellow graduate students was an older, divorced lady and she had a daughter. This daughter, who was called Mandy, was eight years younger than me, and just sixteen when I first met her.It was, in fact, hard to avoid meeting Mandy. She used to come along to most of the graduate social events and parties, and she always stuck to me like glue. I was amazed, but she. The dress slipped to my feet and suddenly I found myself fully naked, just on my high heels, in front of this rude black giant."I knew it, bitch, only white married whores do not wear panties." He said staring at my shaved mound.He then took his clothes off and came closer to me. I gasped when I saw his black dick. It was a real monster cock, more than ten inches’ long.He surely would tear my asshole apart if he tried to put this thing inside my very tight butt hole.I made my final attempt to.