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My black, thirty-seven-year-old English teacher was on her husband’s large, leather recliner with her knees on the seat of the chair and with her body facing the back of the chair and amble ass up while her hands gripped the back of the recliner. Mrs. Jennings was wearing only a pair of high heels and black tinted pantyhose that had a seam running up the back of her legs. She looked over her shoulder at me. Her face was still covered with my cum from the blow job she had given me and I refused to let her clean it off. I did, however, wipe the cum from around her eyes. Her black mascara was smudged around her eyes and the red lipstick she painted on her lips was smudged as well.Six days ago while sitting in her car and meeting her in secret at a rest area off the interstate, my married, religious, sexually naïve, and sexually repressed teacher was afraid I would end our affair after an argument we had so she had told me she would be a whore for me if I would continue our sexual relationship. To prove it to me she gave me her first ever blow job.The next Friday night at her house, with her husband out of town for the weekend, I gave her an out of her promise by assuring her if she told me she did not want me to treat her like a whore that night all she had to do was tell me. Mrs. Jennings did not take them out I gave her and admitted she desired for me to treat her as such and agreed she would be my black whore for that night. I don’t think she fully understood what that meant and what I was planning on doing to her nor have her do to me. She was about to find out how devious the mind of this horny, seventeen-year-old white boy could be.I took a moment to look at the older black woman’s face as she nervously waited for me to continue to treat her like a whore. I have mentioned several times that Mrs. Jennings was not one of those hot, older teachers boys at high school lusted after or desired or talked about and made crude sexual innuendoes about in the locker room at school. While I found her face and her body sexy and attractive, my high school peers did not. She was not ugly, but she was not a hot-for-teacher type as a then-current, popular, rock and roll song mentioned.They would rate her looks as average or maybe a tad above average. Not me, however, I found her attractive, alluring, and sexy. With my cum on her face and her makeup smeared and the worried, even slightly frightened but also a look of lustful anticipation on her face at that moment, I found Mrs. Jennings extremely sexy. The fact that she was on the recliner with her large, bubble ass up in my direction, wearing only pantyhose with no panties under them, and her high heels, just added to her sexiness. I also had to admit I found her attractive and sexy because she was of the African American race and was the first black woman I had ever fucked.“Now it’s time I get a better look at that big, fat, black ass,” I told her and kneeled on the floor in front of her butt.I reached up and placed my hands on her butt cheeks, Mrs. Jennings flinched in either anticipation or fear or maybe both. I then laughed at her.“Why, Mrs. Jennings,” I taunted, “This is something new. It seems you have been a naughty teacher.”“I, I, I did it for you,” She told me in an embarrassed tone. “Like the girls in your filthy magazines. I wanted you to like it.” She looked over her shoulder at me again. “Do you like it?”Even with her legs pressed together and her thick thighs, Mrs. Jennings had a prominent thigh gap and she had a fat pussy that was noticeable when she bent over for me or when she was on her hands and knees with her ass up. I could see her black pussy under the sheer nylon of her pantyhose. Mrs. Jennings had removed the black hairs from her pussy.“I, I, maybe I shouldn’t have done it. Maybe I should have asked you first if you would like it,” Mrs. Jennings said in a worried voice after several seconds had passed without me answering her question.I smiled. I smiled because I did like seeing her pussy hairless and I smiled because she wanted my approval and blessing for what she had done. I smiled because after how she sounded so worried I would not approve and her comment about maybe she should have asked my permission first before she made such a change to her body convinced me that I owned her pussy now and not her husband.I did not doubt she loved her husband and sometimes I think she told me she did to try and make me jealous. I would even ask her at times if her limp dick husband fucked her recently or if he had her jerk him off when he could not get an erection. She would tell me that was none of my business but always answer me with the truth and tell me it was her wifely duty to him to try to have me show jealousy. I was not jealous. It was not Mrs. Jennings’s love I wanted to own over her feelings for her husband, it was her body I wanted to own over him. The things I was going to do to her that Friday night, the things she did for me, the things she allowed me to do to her, the things she did for me, and her constant need for my approval as our affair continued were proof that her body was mine.I also believed she got off on me humiliating her husband as we fucked or during foreplay. While she was ashamed of herself for it, she could not deny to herself it turned her on and she wanted to hear it when we were intimate with each other. She also knew who owned her pussy.“No, I like Ankara escort it,” I assured her. “I like it a great deal, but what will your husband say?”Mrs. Jennings was still looking over her shoulder at me and she smiled at my approval of her hairless pussy. “He won’t know. I left the pubic hair over my vagina and Richard is not like you. He is not perverted and does not look at me down there the way you like to.”I laughed at her calling me perverted. “Yes but you like my perversions.”Mrs. Jennings turned her and looked down. I knew she was blushing and could not deny she liked what I did to her.She flinched and looked over her shoulder at me when I placed both of my hands on her butt cheeks. I grabbed her pantyhose at her pussy area, gathered a handful of the nylon material in my fists, and ripped a hole in her stocking to expose her pussy. Mrs. Jennings gasped. I kept ripping until her entire ass was exposed.“I want to get a better look at your ass and shaved pussy.”Mrs. Jennings instinctually brought her hands behind her back to cover her pussy from my view. I grabbed them by the wrists.“No. Put them on the back of the chair.” She did as I told her to.“What, what are going to do?” She asked in a nervous voice.“Have some fun with your pussy and ass and even taste it,” I grinned as I told her. She flinched again when I told her I was going to taste her pussy. Mrs. Jennings had never let me go down on her pussy and I felt it was about time. “Yes, Mrs. Jennings, I am going to use my mouth and tongue on that old black pussy. I just hope it’s not all smelly and rank due to age.” I teased her. “But maybe you need a spanking for being such a dirty, black whore for shaving your pussy? Maybe you are right, maybe you should have asked me first?”Mrs. Jennings knelt higher up in the recliner and pressed the front of her body against the back of the chair and looked over her shoulder at me.“You wouldn’t dare,” she told me.I picked up my jeans off the floor, pulled my belt out of the loops in a single motion, folded the belt, pushed the loop together, and quickly pulled it apart. It made a loud snapping sound.“Well someone needs to punish you for being such a black whore and we know your husband won’t because he has no idea what an old whore you are.” I taunted her by showing her the folded belt. “Now, get back down and ass up and take your punishment like a good whore.”I was pleasantly surprised Mrs. Jennings kneeled back down in the chair and stuck her butt up for me. I had thought for sure she was going to protest and even get up off the recliner and tell me no. I took a moment to take in the view of her ass.Her ass cheeks were exposed and protruded from the large rip in her pantyhose. Mrs. Jennings had a large butt that bubbled out nicely and with her bent over like she was it made her ass wider. I was going to be able to use the belt on each butt cheek separately with ease. I liked her ass, even with the small amount of cellulite where the curve of her butt met her upper thighs and the few faint stretch marks that looked like old, thin scars on her black butt. The fact her fat pussy swelled from between her upper thighs just added to how sexy I thought her ass was.I gave Mrs. Jennings a swat on her butt with the belt. It was a playful swat and not hard at all. It was so playful that Mrs. Jennings giggled.The second swat was harder and Mrs. Jennings’s ass flinched forward. “Oww, that stung,” she told me in disbelief I would hit her harder. She rubbed her butt where the belt landedIt was not very hard and it would not leave marks but I figured it would sting. I was not out to hurt her badly but I wanted her to feel the belt across her ass.“Of course, it stung,” I told her. “Punishment is not supposed to feel good. What’s the point in that? Now move your hand so I can give you what you deserve for being a whore.”She lowered her hand and again I was shocked she was going to let me use the belt on her butt.I gave Mrs. Jennings five smacks with the belt on her left ass cheek and five on the right. Each one stung her and she cried out after each swat landed. Again it was not that hard, but enough to sting her black ass. It was not hard enough to make her cry but was enough to make her eyes watery. Once more she surprised me by letting me continue until I was finished. Her obedience to me that night so far was great and a turn-on and after spanking her with the belt and her allowing me to, I knew I could do about anything I wanted to her and she would consent. I tossed my belt on the floor and got on my knees behind Mrs. Jennings. It was time I got a good look at her now hairless pussy.Before I got a better look at it or played with it, I kissed the older woman’s ass and ran my tongue over it sensually. Mrs. Jennings let out a soft moan from my gentle attention to her butt. She flinched when I gave her asshole a closed-lip kiss but did not say anything. I pulled my head back to look at her.Without any hair on her pussy, it looked even fatter than before and the color contrast of her pussy compared to the color of her skin complexion was even more obvious. The flesh around her pussy was a dull, almost ink-black color and I found it sexy and erotic. Mrs. Jennings’s inner pussy lips appeared larger with her pussy bald but they didn’t dangle out or look flappy and both her inner and outer pussy lips were well defined. Ankara escort bayan The older woman had a long pussy slit that led from the entrance to her pussy up to a large clit hood that hid her nub of pleasure. I could see the shade of coral pink on the inside of her pussy but I wanted to see more of it. I had one problem I needed to overcome first and it had nothing to do with Mrs. Jennings but with me.My cock was fully erect again and I had to overcome my desire to just fuck the woman’s pussy hard and shoot cum all into her fat pussy. It was a struggle over my desire to fuck her and get the blissful physical release and my wanting to play and taste her pussy and even her asshole. Yes, I had every intention of rimming and sticking my tongue up Mrs. Jennings’s fat black ass. My wanting to taste and play with her pussy and asshole won out, at least for the moment. I did not know how much willpower I was able to control. Lucky I was only seventeen at the time and I knew that since Mrs. Jennings’s black body turned me on and how her submissiveness and willingness to do what I had told her to do so far that night if I did fuck her again I would be able to get aroused and hard quickly before I took her into her bedroom.I had fucked my black English teacher hard many times in my bedroom, but that was going to be nothing compared to what I was planning on doing and fucking her that night in her marriage bed. I was going to fuck the older woman’s brains out and wear her fat pussy out and even try and fuck her tight asshole. At seventeen, I had read erotic stories in porn magazines written by men and women where they mentioned that the woman got fucked so much in one night that she eventually begged the man to stop because her pussy or even asshole could not take it anymore. In the stories, the man kept fucking the woman anyway, and even as sore and tired as the woman was she still enjoyed getting fucked so hard. Yes, I knew all those so-called true stories were not true, but I intended to use Mrs. Jennings’s pussy and asshole and mouth to see if that could happen.I had never spent the entire night with any of the girls I fucked, and I wanted to fuck Mrs. Jennings’s not only until she begged me that she could no longer take any more of my cock in her sore pussy and hopefully asshole and to humiliate her both verbally and physically, but also until my body was spent. I wanted to be at the point no matter how hard I tried or things I would have her do to me I would be unable to get an erection and then start on her over again the next morning. Being seventeen that was going to take a lot of fucking the older woman and her sucking my cock for that to happen I believed or hoped. Before all that, I wanted to taste and play with her pussy and asshole.“Put your hands on your pussy and spread it apart for me,” I told the older woman.“Patrick, no. That’s vulgar,” Mrs. Jennings replied.She did not sound as embarrassed as she used to be when I made her do crude things like that. She even giggled after she told me no. I was disappointed it didn’t humiliate her but glad she was starting to loosen up sexually.“Do it or I will get my belt again and this time it won’t be playful.” I bluffed with a harsh tone in my voice.Yes, I liked spanking her with my belt and planned on doing it more in the future to play around with her and maybe even a little harder the next time. I was going to spank her black ass more that night with my hand, but I really would not have spanked her with the belt as hard as I had just implied.Mrs. Jennings stopped giggling and made a whimpering sound as she believed my bluff. She brought her arms behind her back and placed them on her butt cheeks and spread herself for me.“No, not like that. Like this,” I told her and moved her arms so that they went under her thighs and then positioned her fingers on her inner pussy lips. “Now spread that old, fat, pussy apart. I want to see the pink inside or shall I get the belt?”Mrs. Jennings made this puppy-like whimpering sound as she spread her lips apart for me. I grinned because I knew this time I did humiliate her. I made a long exaggerated examination of her open pussy and then made tisk tisk sounds.“No still not good enough. More like this,” I told her and again positioned her the way wanted her.I had Mrs. Jennings pinch her large pussy lips in her fingers.“No pull them apart and stretch those black lips for me,” I ordered her.Mrs. Jennings, once again showing her subservient nature to me or as I believed she would have shown to any man who was fucking her the way I was, did as I told her. I could tell by her now louder whimpers she was highly embarrassed to be exposed to me the way she was and in the position her body was in. Her ass was up, her knees pressed against her big tits, and her face was turned to one side and pressed against the recliner in the gap where the crook met the seat of the chair and her face glistened in areas that were still covered with my cum.“More,” I told her and placed my fingers over hers and tightened my grip, and stretched her pussy lips as far as they would go. “Hold them like that.”Mrs. Jennings made a whimpering squeal and when I looked at her face it was twisted in a grimace and she had tears in her eyes not from pain but humiliation. I thought the look on her face was very sexy.“Now that’s how a proper whore shows Escort Ankara herself to a man,” I taunted her and chuckled. “Are you a proper whore, Mrs. Jennings?”She did her best to nod her head but pressed against the chair it was difficult for her. I knew soon she would be uncomfortable but I didn’t care. I liked seeing her like that.I smacked her ass with my hand, much harder than I intended, and it gave a loud slapping sound and Mrs. Jennings’s butt jerked forward and she gave a squealing sound that reminded me of a certain scene in a certain movie where a man is made to squeal like a pig while getting ass fucked. Her grip on her pussy lips came loose.“I asked if you were a proper who, Mrs. Jennings. Answer me and tell me what you are or I will spank you even harder.”“I am a whore. I am a proper black whore.”The older woman whimpered out her response but said it louder than I thought she would. I guess the accidental hard smack on her ass was a good thing. I liked how she included the word black when I did not ask her to call herself that.“You may make a decent whore yet. Maybe even good enough for me to pimp your black ass out to my white friends, after all, I will need money for college.” I teased her and she whimpered more.I knew she did not believe I would do that, or did she? Thinking that she may actually think I would do that to her and then if she did think that, she did not protest made me laugh and think just how far would she go in her submissiveness.At seventeen I did not know anything about BDSM or Master/slave relationships and even though I saw them in movies or magazines I thought it was all just acting. Yes, I knew about women who liked to be submissive to men from my affair with Diane and learning more as my affair with Mrs. Jennings continued, I knew about bondage, using sex toys on a woman when she is tied up, and I knew about spanking her from Diane also. There were differences between Diane and Mrs. Jennings’s submissiveness. Diane was not submissive to men outside the bedroom while I came to discover Mrs. Jennings was subservient to a man in her life that she was in an intimate relationship with, me or her husband, in all aspects of her life. Mrs. Jennings would have submitted sexually to he husband as she did to me If he ever wanted her to. Of course, he never would because of his strict religious values and how he viewed sex. Lucky for me I was there to fulfill that particular sexual need Mrs. Jennings recently discovered she had.At seventeen if I had known what I do today about BDSM I would have explored it with Mrs. Jennings and seen how far she was willing to go in her being submissive to me, including seeing if she would allow another young white boy fuck her as I watched and then joined in and maybe a young white girl also. But, sadly I did not have that knowledge at that time. There were a few other things I found out about Mrs. Jennings many years later, which will be revealed, I wished I had known when I was seventeen and fucking her.When Mrs. Jennings’s ass jerked forward from my smack on her butt her hands came off her pussy and after my comment about pimping her out, she reached behind her, took hold of her pussy lips in her fingers, and pulled her pussy apart to stretch her lips for me. I did not even tell her to do it.The older black woman was extremely wet, wetter than I think she had even been with me. Her natural pussy lubricate was clear but thick like mucus. When she opened her pussy for me to see, her thick fluid stuck to the walls of her pussy and formed strands being stretched from one side to the other and looked like thick, clear, spider webs.Once again I had to struggle with my desire to just fuck her or to play with her pussy and asshole. The desire to play with and taste her pussy and ass won out.I ran my fingers up her pussy slit, starting at the entrance to her, gathered up the thick pussy fluids with two fingers, rubbed it all over her vulva to make her now hairless pussy glisten, and then ran my fingers up her pussy slit to her clit. Mrs. Jennings moaned as I teased her. I did not touch her clit and ran my fingers back down her slit. She let go of her pussy again and placed her arms above her head and pressed her fingers into the soft leather on the back of the recliner.“Please put it in me,” Mrs. Jennings pleaded with me as I ran my fingers over her pussy several times. I knew she was talking about my cock and not my fingers. “Please, Patrick, please.”“Please what?” I teased her as I kept caressing her pussy with my fingers. “What do you want me to do?”“Make love to me. Please, baby, please make love to me now,” She whined out.“Make love? You don’t make love to whores, Mrs. Jennings. You fuck whores. Now tell me what you want me to do and I will do it.”There was almost a five-second hesitation from Mrs. Jennings and I was once again spreading her pussy fluids over her vulva then she told me what she wanted.“Fuck me, baby, please fuck me now.” Her voice was close to a whisper.I smacked her large black ass again and just as hard as I did the last time. If she did not complain then I did not think she would complain this time. She didn’t but Mrs. Jennings let out a loud whimpering yelp of pain.“I didn’t hear you.”Mrs. Jennings sniffled once. “Please fuck me, Patrick,” she said louder.“Fuck what? Your mouth, your old black pussy, or your tight black asshole?” I taunted her. Her body stiffened when I mentioned her asshole and ran my fingers in a circle around her puckered hole. The skin color around her anus was as dark as her pussy.Mrs. Jennings did not answer but again made whimpering noises. I smacked her other butt cheek and this time Mrs. Jennings cried out loudly.
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