She began moaning as if she was angry but I knew it was from pure sexual frustration and a****listic lust. I pulled into the credit union parking lot ...so which was empty seeing it was Sunday evening. She hurriedly replaced my hand with hers and started feverishly rubbing her clit, mumbling, grunting and screaming as if a demon was exiting her body as she came so hard she visibly wet her sweats from her squirting pussy. Luckily I had a hand towel on my back seat, I let her use it to sit on. She. What is ironic about this hotel is that it also featured a salt and pepper club (a club where white women go to meet black men.) I had been to the club several times and had enjoyed myself there. So one Saturday night I drove to the hotel and entered the lobby, I walked by the entrance of the club and watched people lining up to get in. It was funny that men were spending good money to get into the club, and try to get laid, not knowing that wild sex was going on not too far away from them.I. It was very luxurious large villa that located in the central city. It was said her parent were the VIP that were usually absent from home for their business. Her brother was studying overseas. And so she usually stayed at very nice villa alone with a big dog. I pressed the bell and waiting outside for a while then the lamps got lit, a stunning girl, in a white night skirt below her knees but it tightened her sexy body, appeared in front of me. She was my literature mistress. I stammered. ”“Brad, why has it been so easy for us?”“Well, I’m monogamous from habit. I had left behind my situation with Lisa because I knew it was over last summer. It didn’t hurt when she sent me her ‘it’s over’ email. We were just going through the motions over the Christmas holidays and didn’t even see each other much.“Your situation was different. You had no dating habit to accommodate or counteract. You are a virgin in so many ways.”She grinned at me. She pulled my head down and whispered, “Not my.