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9a-to-10p is a killer. At least there's a long 4-day weekend coming up (I keep telling myself). Lord Master Anthony's supposed to be at my apartment if/whenever I reach home -- which gets me so hot, I want to call 'work' off now!
It's 12:24p when I reach my door. I unlock it, and hear His favorite tape (African drums) playing, I immediately drop eveything and find the 'uniform'laid down on the credenza. I hear his deep basso-profundo voice murmur "Sweet'ting, are you reddye?".
"Yes, my sweet Lord Master, but where are the plugs?".
"Dey will be put where dey belong, after you take 'you shower....I don't like my sweet'ting stinky. Go to de shower, and den I will fix you good".
I obey His command, all the while remembering our very first encounter: -
It was ten years ago, at yet another one of those brain-numbing 'cocktail parties' of which the secretarial pool was expected to attend. Twenty minutes after arriving, I notice this tall, slim & sexy gentleman about ten feet away from me. Six-foot-four, skin as black as coal, with eyes to match & built like a veritable Adonis!
I go to the open bar & fetch 2 drinks, then wander over to this hunk.
"Hello!" After introducing myself, we wandered to a corner of the room & got down to discussing some business. He likes Bailey's Irish Cream, hates to wear 'monkey-suits', loves to give-and-take, but prefers to be "The One".
About two hours later, we go down to the underground parking lot, and brings me to his black limo. "Get in de back, my sweet'ting", he murmurs hotly, "Anh get nahked......I want to enjoy ev'ry inch of that dahling white sugar'ting you got".
"Anthony, what if your driver comes back?"
"Donht worry about a ting my sweet maplesugar", he passionately murmurs, "..he won' be back 'till next week. De car is mine."
Buck-naked in the back seat, I wait for Him. I then see Him throwing clothes in the front seat. The back door opens, and I gasp with delight!
His dong is at least 3 inches thick & well ready for action.
"Hey sweet'ting, are you ready for some?" My mouth is still open, and he quickly moves his black chocolate 'lolly-pop' into it. "Suck me good time, okay?"
I run my tongue over the enlarged mushroom-head of His cock. He reaches down for my breasts & squeezes, tweaks & plays with my nipples.
"Please, Anthony....."
"You wan' me to Buck-Buck that sweet honey jar?"
"Yeahssss!"
"Okay, turn over my sweet whitesugar."
His long slender fingers spread my pussy open, and then his thick dong begins to mercilessly pound into me.
He then stops, and turns on the tape machine, which has nothing but extremely provocative African drum music.
"Dis helps make me mo'juice to give to da wohman" He hungrily murmurs. His long, deep strokes go with the music. My snatch is hiccuping with his thrusts, and in no time I find myself writhing & screaming in absolute ecstacy. Even after I orgasim, he has not.
"You pussy feel so good...so fine, my sweet sugah"
I can Buck-Buck you longtime, for sure!".
I can't recall how I got home that night, but I do know that He was with me.
"Sweet'ting, are you ready for some Buck-Buck?"
My mind snaps into the present..."Yes, My Lord Master Anthony, your sweet white sugar awaits."
End.
It's 12:24p when I reach my door. I unlock it, and hear His favorite tape (African drums) playing, I immediately drop eveything and find the 'uniform'laid down on the credenza. I hear his deep basso-profundo voice murmur "Sweet'ting, are you reddye?".
"Yes, my sweet Lord Master, but where are the plugs?".
"Dey will be put where dey belong, after you take 'you shower....I don't like my sweet'ting stinky. Go to de shower, and den I will fix you good".
I obey His command, all the while remembering our very first encounter: -
It was ten years ago, at yet another one of those brain-numbing 'cocktail parties' of which the secretarial pool was expected to attend. Twenty minutes after arriving, I notice this tall, slim & sexy gentleman about ten feet away from me. Six-foot-four, skin as black as coal, with eyes to match & built like a veritable Adonis!
I go to the open bar & fetch 2 drinks, then wander over to this hunk.
"Hello!" After introducing myself, we wandered to a corner of the room & got down to discussing some business. He likes Bailey's Irish Cream, hates to wear 'monkey-suits', loves to give-and-take, but prefers to be "The One".
About two hours later, we go down to the underground parking lot, and brings me to his black limo. "Get in de back, my sweet'ting", he murmurs hotly, "Anh get nahked......I want to enjoy ev'ry inch of that dahling white sugar'ting you got".
"Anthony, what if your driver comes back?"
"Donht worry about a ting my sweet maplesugar", he passionately murmurs, "..he won' be back 'till next week. De car is mine."
Buck-naked in the back seat, I wait for Him. I then see Him throwing clothes in the front seat. The back door opens, and I gasp with delight!
His dong is at least 3 inches thick & well ready for action.
"Hey sweet'ting, are you ready for some?" My mouth is still open, and he quickly moves his black chocolate 'lolly-pop' into it. "Suck me good time, okay?"
I run my tongue over the enlarged mushroom-head of His cock. He reaches down for my breasts & squeezes, tweaks & plays with my nipples.
"Please, Anthony....."
"You wan' me to Buck-Buck that sweet honey jar?"
"Yeahssss!"
"Okay, turn over my sweet whitesugar."
His long slender fingers spread my pussy open, and then his thick dong begins to mercilessly pound into me.
He then stops, and turns on the tape machine, which has nothing but extremely provocative African drum music.
"Dis helps make me mo'juice to give to da wohman" He hungrily murmurs. His long, deep strokes go with the music. My snatch is hiccuping with his thrusts, and in no time I find myself writhing & screaming in absolute ecstacy. Even after I orgasim, he has not.
"You pussy feel so good...so fine, my sweet sugah"
I can Buck-Buck you longtime, for sure!".
I can't recall how I got home that night, but I do know that He was with me.
"Sweet'ting, are you ready for some Buck-Buck?"
My mind snaps into the present..."Yes, My Lord Master Anthony, your sweet white sugar awaits."
End.
