He was wearing a black blouse, tartan mini skirt, black hold up stockings and black high heels. I could tell by the way his skirt was twitching that h...e wasn't wearing any knickers.... He walked towards me and I stood up. We had discussed that we would not be kissing, so we stood there looking at each other. Then he lifted his hand and rubbed it against my chest. I was ready!!!! We pulled each other close and rubbed our bodies together. We rubbed our hands all over each other. By this time my. Wewere both dating but nothing serious as we both recently broke up withour girl friends. As men do, we were having a conversation about sex, andhow much we missed getting it on a regular basis. Privately, I was happyto be relieved of the expectation of performance by the male in me. Itseemed that my ?hobby? was morphing into something I wanted more of. Itwas most certainly escalating. We both had quite a few beers and had anice buzz going.The conversation went from casual, to intense when Mark. "Taste your woman's pussy on my cock. Soon you're gonna taste her ass on my cock". I loved tasting her juices on his cock. I looked over at her gaping cunt. I could see it contracting as she rubbed her clit. "Lick her asshole and get it ready for my dick". I did as I was told. I licked her asshole and drooled spit onto it as I fingered it. I realized that my girlfriend and I had become his sex slaves, reduced to pleasing this 6' 4" muscular black man with a huge thick weapon between his legs.. Brad ran a stream of KY along the length of his cock, and sighed. "Damn, you're looking hot right now."I turned my back on him, and grinded my ass into his cock. "Go ahead, and slide that thing in. And don't cum in me. I want to take it in the mouth. Get to where you're close, and I'll take care of the rest."Brad nodded, and angled his cock toward my ass. It slid in balls-deep surprisingly easily. There was only a moment of pain, but mostly surprise."Mmmm baby," he said, sliding out a couple.