26-01-2022, 05:37 PM
"Everything - I wanna see it all."
She wiggled as she eased her tight skirt up, revealing her firm pale butt-cheeks as she displayed herself for him.
He nodded with his eyes gleaming. His hand gently slapped her butt once, then again and again. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, "just the right amount of jiggle. Got whooty, got big titties and got skills. Just one more thing to check. Lemme see that pussy."
Katrina didn't hesitate, never for one second did she even contemplate hesitating. She eased her skirt up the last part to reveal her pussy to him.
"Nicely trimmed - but I prefer my white pussy shaved. Understand?"
She nodded.
He looked at her like a teacher with a slightly slow student. He reached forward and his hand found her, his fingers exploring her opening. One slipped inside her and expertly found her clit. Katrina gasped. She'd known she was excited but hadn't realised just how ready she had been for him.
"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.
She wiggled as she eased her tight skirt up, revealing her firm pale butt-cheeks as she displayed herself for him.
He nodded with his eyes gleaming. His hand gently slapped her butt once, then again and again. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, "just the right amount of jiggle. Got whooty, got big titties and got skills. Just one more thing to check. Lemme see that pussy."
Katrina didn't hesitate, never for one second did she even contemplate hesitating. She eased her skirt up the last part to reveal her pussy to him.
"Nicely trimmed - but I prefer my white pussy shaved. Understand?"
She nodded.
He looked at her like a teacher with a slightly slow student. He reached forward and his hand found her, his fingers exploring her opening. One slipped inside her and expertly found her clit. Katrina gasped. She'd known she was excited but hadn't realised just how ready she had been for him.
"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.
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