Ned said he did not believe me a single word and he bet that I had never in my life even kissed a black man. I told him that I had kissed some black m...en before, but he insisted and I finally agreed to kiss him, just to show that I was not a racist woman.That black bastard put his arms around me and kissed me open mouthed. The kiss lasted a long time and the man began to finger my pussy again. This time I did not stop him, because I felt wet and aroused by that man.I needed that job and his. So I decided to stop and try be normal, for sometime I could overcome my desires and so on. And thought I was cured, but actually it was all an illusion. So I decided to get married and try to live a normal live. After sometime I got married to lovely decent lady that I really liked. But it was not love or anything of that. We got married after half a year. My first impression was that she was ver traditional sexually, and thought that the man does everything. After that when we tried to do. We are still on the bus and I remain stretched over Nikki’s lap, my ass still stinging from the hard swats she had given it before I passed out. The last thing I remember was coming in a nearly continuous wave as the humiliation of being spanked and forced to play with myself in public had burned indelible paths through my body, straight from my brain to my cunt. Despite that, I awoke unprepared for what was about to come next… “Hello, you insatiable little slut,” Nikki says as my eyes blink. “Ok. You remember Mike at work that I mentioned? Well, I asked him out like you guys said and I got shot down. See? I told you it was silly,” Emma blew air straight up making her hair wave.“Hey, hey, hey. It’s not silly,” Jess said, patting Emma on the arm. “Look, rejection sucks. A lot. But you should be proud of yourself. Asking a guy out is a huge step.”“And he obviously doesn’t know what he’s missing out on!” I volunteered. I got up from my spot on the floor and went to sit next to Emma. I.