When Sheryl came home
from work Friday, she told me that Hilda had mentioned me several times in
conversation and wanted to take me out for an evening. Sheryl assured her I'd
be available to see her anytime this weekend. Hilda suggested tonight.
(As background, If you
remember, I did a project for Hilda in late February but she never paid me.
We'd had lunch once and I felt extremely uncomfortable, perhaps I'm sure
because Sheryl sent me there plugged and no panties. Though I pressed Hilda for
what she owned me, it never happened; the only explanation being, she'd pay me
when she was ready. I'd chalked it off and moved on.)
I had mixed emotions.
I'd looked forward to a relaxing weekend here. Plus, Hilda is very intimating.
However, Sheryl said dating Hilda is what she expected me to do … tonight. I got the message and thanked her. She wanted
a more intimate form of gratitude. I knelt in front of her chair and kissed her
pussy until she was satisfied. Then i showered and let her dress me in an above
the knee black skirt and silk printed blouse, heels, thigh highs, a bra and
thong panty.
I drove to Hilda’s condo
on the fringe of downtown around 7:00. We had a drink and she called a cab to
take us to a new sushi restaurant. We had drinks and a variety of dishes. I
tried to make small talk but found that Hilda was her superior self and
frequently rebuffed or contradicted about half of what I said. I boldly brought up my fee for doing her
project but she sternly told me we'd get to that later. I just went with it
though at times I felt extremely uncomfortable, much as I did when we had lunch
back in late February. However, I found out a little about her, 51, divorced, 2
grown kids, good job, etc.
We finished dinner. She
paid, and walked a block down the street to a jazz bar with a dance floor and
really funky blue lights. She tipped the hostess for a booth and ordered Black
Russians. She slid six $100 bills across the table but kept her fingers on the
money. $600 was what she owned me for my project. I reached out to take it
but she told me to stop.
Hilda digressed (and I'll summarize her position.) She and Sheryl were not
only work friends, but they shared a lot and she knew about Sheryl's dating
preferences before she knew me, i. e., dating Lois and Susan, and that they
weren't quite right for a long-term relationship. Also, Sheryl told her I'd
moved in permanently and it was working out and also revealed I had a
fondness for black women and if she (Hilda) ever wanted to try me to let her
know. That conversation spawned the project I did for Hilda in February which gave
her a chance to evaluate me and decide she wanted to see me.
Hilda took $300 back,
leaving me $300, and said I'd get the $300 back if I was a "good
girl." She asked me if I considered myself a whore; I was squirming and
replied "sometimes" but she wanted a "yes or no" and gave
me a dirty look. I answered "yes Ma'am." She had me tell her I'd be
her little slut and play with her. Hilda is one of those women who have a way
of describing things that is totally candid, straightforward and shameless.
There is no beating around the bush.
We finished that round
and ordered another.
She led me to the dance
floor and we swayed through several numbers, danced closely against each other frequently
kissing. At first I was sheepish and almost embarrassed but she kept whispering
things to me and kisses led to slow body rubbing. Others were also on the dance
floor but I stopped thinking about them and concentrated on her. She felt my
hips, traced her fingers over the panty line and told me to take them off. I
gave her a funny look and she led me to our booth, slid in next to me and told
me to take them off. I wiggled out of them, she took them and sniffed, then
slid fingers into me. I can remember everything around us smelled like
pussy.
We kissed more while she
fingered me and by that time I was lost. It's been a long time since a black
woman seduced me like this. She bit my ears, my lips, and had me slip a hand
under her skirt and panties. She was probably as squishy as I was. I sucked her
nectar off my fingers.
The cocktail waitress
came back and we ordered a third round. There was no way Missy, our waitress,
could have missed the scent of pussy lingering in the air. I guess you could
say we danced again but to me it was more of us hanging all over each other,
kissing and feeling. Sometime about midnight, we left and took a cab back to
her place.
It took us about two
seconds to get naked and find our way to her bedroom. I went between her legs
and licked what I'd sampled back at the bar. She held onto the headboard and I
licked her off while i had a finger in her ass. She's a screamer. We kissed
more. I sucked her nipples, went back to her pussy and told her I wanted her
ass. She told me I was a filthy whore and I told her I was a slave to black
ass.
When I kissed her ass
and began licking her hole she went crazy. She told me later her ass had never
had a lot of attention, especially kissing and tonguing.
I had inclinations that
Hilda might be another Mw, Lorraine, or Talia. But Friday night and into the
wee hours of Saturday morning she was all about sex and lust and not about
abuse.
It wasn't until Saturday
that her other side emerged. We fucked again that morning, mainly me eating
her, worshipping her ass, and both of us using the few toys she had and her
using a vibe on me while i sucked her nipples. She didn't have a strappy. I
told her I had some of my toys, including a strap-on in my car if she was interested.
So we rearranged the day and it was obvious I wasn't going home that day. I
called Sheryl to let her know things were terrific. We showered together,
fucked again in the shower, dressed and walked to a breakfast place. I wore one of her loose caftans and my heels,
no panties or bra. After breakfast we jumped on
the light rail and went a few stops to a wine shop she liked. we bought a
couple bottles, came back, retrieved my toy bag, and went back to her 5th floor
condo.
She went through the
toys I'd brought and decided the strappy was a must-do. We stripped and I
cinched it on her. She used my handcuffs’ restrained my hands behind my back
and selected a leather strap to whip me with. She herded me around with the
strap, had me sucking her girl clock, and begging her to fuck me. She would
also slap my face and tits lightly with her hands and i'd react. This started
as role play but my body language was hinting i wanted more. She asked if
enjoyed this and I responded with little moans and yes ma'am.
She pushed me across the
bed, flailed my ass and asked again if I liked it. I told her this was the real
me. She laughed that no wonder Sheryl loves me. She fucked my mouth, moved to
my cunt. I came. She beat my ass and I asked her to fuck it. She seemed hesitant
at first. We discussed it for a few minutes. She spit in my face, called me a
slut, lubed me and eased in. I gave her some feedback until she got the rhythm
then she told me she didn't need my help, got my ball gag and buckled that in
me.
For some reason I felt
horribly helpless. It wasn't fear; I'd describe it as sort of an "oh chit,
I'm getting what I asked for." She went into supreme bitch mode and really
tuned things up. I was either rolling around on her bed or on my knees and
shoulders with my face buried in the pillows. She randomly fucked my ass and
cunt, beat my ass, thighs, cunt, tits and tummy until she was sweating and
cursing me. I licked sweat off her body and also her arm pits. I've never done
that before. I finished with her pussy and ass.
She released me and we
melted into the sheets.
That night we went out
for dinner and drinks but came home around 10:00. That's when I sent you a
brief note. We went to bed shortly after that. I ate her again and frigged
myself some until she suggested she needed to taste me, too. We did a 69 with me on the bottom. That
doesn't happen often and I love it.
This morning, Sunday,
remarkably enough, she told me she always went to church and i could go with
her but it was my choice. I debated and decided I'd go. It was an Episcopal service,
which I'm okay with, and a racially mixed congregation. I met several of her
friends and she introduced me as a friend from out of town. But it was a
strange ending to a wild weekend, you have to admit.
After the service, I
thanked her for the weekend. She gave me the other $300. We kissed and shared a
few moments before I left for home.
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