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"So what you gonna do?" His eyes were locked on hers again, demanding his tribute.
"I'm going to shave my white pussy for you."
"Yeah - make sure you do. 'Cos next time I'm gonna be tapping that sweet white pussy for sure. You know that don't ya?"
"Yes.." Now it was her turn to gasp. Everything that had happened and his skilled fingers were having their effect. She was in real danger of cumming right there and then, in a parking lot with a Black stranger's fingers in her pussy.
Just as she felt her passion about to peak he withdrew his fingers. He held them up, glistening in the afternoon sun and then carefully licked her juices off them, all the time his eyes locked on hers.
"That's today's instalment. Next time we'll find somewhere a little more private so I can take my time. I'm gonna work that pussy, I'm gonna eat that pussy and I'm gonna fuck that pussy like it deserves. Sound good?"
Fuck yeah - it sounded real good. She didn't need to say so - he knew that he had her. He moved behind her and brought his lips down to he exposed pale flesh of her neck. He kissed and hen sucked hard on the flesh. Katrina knew that he was marking her, leaving his mark on her body just as he had already left his mark on her mind.
"But first you walk back over to your vehicle." His hand gently caught her wrist as she tried to pull her skirt back down. "Nah - you walk just like you is. Show the world what a hot little white slut looks like when she's cruising for nigga cock."
His words were brutal but weren't they true, truer than even she had imagined before this moment. She looked at him, feeling her excitement building again. It wasn't so far to walk but it was far enough with her shirt and skirt pulled up to reveal her, well, pretty much everything.
"Oh ... and give me that thong." He'd taken charge and Katrina realised just how much she loved that. It was enough to make up her mind and to truly seal the deal.
She stepped out of her thong and handed it to him. He sniffed it appreciatively and then tucked it into his shirt pocket.
"Will you film it for me?" She asked him.
He gave a low laugh. "Liking you more and more. Gimme your number and I'll send you the clip."
The walk back wasn't TOO far but it was intense. The feel of the air on her breasts, on her butt, on her pussy. The knowledge that anyone could look up and see her. Finally she reached her vehicle and got inside. As soon as the door was closed she couldn't help it - one of her hands found her pussy while the other teased her nipple. She gasped as she quickly got herself off. Just a little one but enough to tide her over until she got home. Then, with hours to think about what had just happened, she knew that she would be keeping herself very busy.
Her phone buzzed and then she saw him drive past, music blaring from his open window and his hand raised to her. She returned the acknowledgement and then picked up her phone.
She saw he had sent her the clip as promised. She also knew that she had his number now. She saved it to her contacts and then giggled to herself. She hadn't a name to save him under - in all the excitement she hadn't asked him and he hadn't asked her.
It had all felt so ... natural. As natural as mutual human desire. She might never have done anything like that before but she knew for sure that she would be doing it again.
Katrina the Hotwife was who she was now and Katrina the Hotwife would not be denied.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoI enjoyed this. I have found my inner exhibitionist and love to walk through the park on my lunch breaks. I usually remove my bra and as I walk I add a bit of a bounce so my girls really sway inside my tops. I enjoy wearing stockings and heels and before my strolls I usually pull my skirt up enough that the tops of the stockings peek out as I walk. Last summer as I was walking there was a group of road maintenance workers repaying the streets of the park. I walked past them twice each day for a week and they all would stop and stare. It really boosted my ego and as I returned to the office, I’m sure everyone could tell.
Anonymous9 months agoHot wild story. I was that typical late forties wife, mom, working a dull job in lower silicon valley. Most mornings I'd stop at the same Starbucks for a cup of coffee, if the weather was agreeable, I'd sit outside to enjoy the morning sun, a slow start, watching people rush by. One day, a middle-aged black guy who normally zipped in/out, stopped by me and said, "You're always sipping a coffee relaxed as can be." I was surprised but said, "This seat is free, sit down and try relaxing." Months later, sitting in his SUV one pouring February morning, I reached over and rubbed his bulge, he shifted lower so I unzipped his pants, my hand pulled his hard black rod out and my mouth engulfed it, it was my first time with a black man. His cock was long but wider than any other guy I had sucked (not that many), my jaw ached but I finished him off and swallowed his cum. He exclaimed, "That was fucking great" and he couldn't "remember his last morning blowjob." I replied, "I can't either." We both had a good laugh. I sucked his softening cock clean. Two weeks later he sank his black cock into my white pussy during lunch time at a nearby hotel. We managed to hook up thru Covid but agreed to end it last year. I'm still married, same dull job but now have had two younger black lovers and my husband enjoys a morning bj every now and then.
