Her feet were encased in a pair of black pumps. It's obvious, I mused, that black is this vixen's colour. "Welcome Enyo," she said, standing up and... walking around her desk. She remembers my name! I told myself, which in a silly, self-important way made me feel good. I noticed that once again Ms. Maynard was wearing a very short skirt. "So what brings you here today?" she asked. I wanted to say that it was her, that when she stroked my cock some days ago I couldn't stop thinking about. How would I even know if I liked it?”“You’d have to try it and see. If I’m sucking your dick, it don’t make you gay.”“How you figure?”“Cause you’re just getting it sucked. I’m the one sucking,” shared the light-skinned Black guy.“Oh okay. You wanna try to suck mine?”“Yes, sir! I thought you’d never ask.”The sissy got on his knees and pulled out Art’s eight-inch tool. He sucked it and it grew stiff. Art ended up bending the punk over the bed and going inside him.“Ooh wee,” Art huffed. “That ass. As I did I slowly swayed my ass back and forth, then I came up to my knees and started rubbing lotion on my neck and arms. I rolled my head backwards rubbing my soft skin, then I laid back and arched my back while I rubbed lotion on my chest and stomach. I guess that’s all he could stand because all of a sudden I looked up and there he was, “do you mind if I sit with you” he asked. I got a better look at him and he was hot, “sure” I said. Then I asked him if he’d mind rubbing lotion on my back,. That was my destiny. To serve Frank's needs, to suck his big dick, swallow his cum and take him deeply up my small, white virgin ass. And then to make sure my ass pleasured his big, black man-meat until his thick, hot sperm was deposited deep in my buns. Yes, I was there to be this black man's bitch; we both knew it! Frank slowly stripped. The differences in skin tone were intoxicating. I was pink and he was a dusky deep brown; I really got excited from the size of his growing black tool. Damn,.