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Black daddy trains me

... take long for me to get close to a second orgasm. I also saw that Stephen was getting close.

"Please cum in my pussy sir, fill it with your cum!" I said as I looked straight into his eyes.

With a groan he came deep into my pussy which in turn made me cum hard again. Panting I feel down on Stephen's chest again and this time he let me rest as we lay together. Stephen stroked my hair as a recuperated from the orgasmic bliss.

"You liked it Jasmine?"

"Yes sir!"

"You don't need to call me that if you don't want sweetie."

"But I want to sir, and I kind of liked when you called me slut."

"Hmmm, I didn't take you for that kind of girl."

"Never did I, but you make me want it."

"Tell you what. Tomorrow if you want another round you can send me a message."

With that said he lifted me off him and dressed. My panties were still in his pockets, and before he left he gave me his number.

Alone in the apartment I went to bed. When I woke up the next morning I started to think about what I had done and said last night. It was so totally against all what I thought I stood for. Previously when having sex I had done it my way, but with Stephen it felt so right to do as he said.

As I drank the first cup of coffee for the day I looked at Stephen's number and thought about whether to send a message or not. Finally I decided to send him a message and see what it led to. If we did have sex the sex would probably not be as good as yesterday anyway and then I could ...

... stop it.

"Hi! Thanks for yesterday. So I was thinking if you and I could try it again someday..." I wrote in the text. A couple of minutes I got a reply.

"I knew you would want another try. Tell me your first free time and I'll see if I am free to."

Realizing he only wanted to see how desperate I was, I played his game as I wrote the reply.

"How about now?"

"I can't right now but be ready later tonight with the same clothing style as yesterday and have your hair in two braids."

I was supposed to go out again tonight, but realising it would be nicer to get fucked by Stephen I replied "Yes sir!". I then sent a message to my friends saying that I was a bit too tired today to go out.

Soon I tried out different dresses and underwear. I even found some underwear my ex had wanted me to use, but which I had scolded him for as they were sexist. They were a very black small thong that said "yes sir?" on them and a bra that said "free squeezing".

Although I never intended to ever wear them they felt completely right for what would happen later today. I had some problems fitting my breasts in the small bra, but I finally was able to squeeze them into the bra. Over the bra and thong I chose a black and yellow dress.

As it got closer to when Stephen was supposed to arrive I got more and more nervous, but also more and more aroused. Suddenly the doorbell arrived and I went to open the door as quickly as I could. Stephen smiled as he saw my dress and quickly stepped ...