Branching Off

Looking more bold and stern than before, she leaned over to me and said, “You want to fuck some White women and you are trying to get my auntie and her friend to share their pussies with you, but it ain’t going to work”. I smiled and said, “What an interesting idea”. Then she said, “I know how you can get some if you are are sophisticated enough and are willing to try”. I was fascinated by this little wench and just said, “Proceed”.
She opened her little purse, handed me a folded white piece of paper and she rose and walked off. I opened the item and it read, if you are serious, come to this address and say to the guard that you are visiting Rebekah in 606 West. I finished my food leisurely, said congratulations to the wedding couple, reminded the two brides maids their panties were on deposit, and departed.
I arrived at the address, parked on the street rather in the commercial garages, and entered the building. I did as the not said and in moments I was at the door. To my delight Rebekah was attired in a blue lace body stocking and a blue thong covered with tiny white roses. There was a blue velvet collar around her neck with a white leather yard long leash and handle. She wordlessly placed the loop in my hand, turned to lock the door and crossed her hands in the small of her back above an ass my mouth watered to cover with kisses.
I intuitively lifted the leash drawing her to me. Instead of kissing her I took the damp tip of my tongue and made little patterns on her mouth, then across her face and over her cheek, onto her neck and then her shoulder. “She softly said, “Oh God I have never had that done to me and it is making me weak and so excited”. I did not let the leash loose but with my left forearm under her beautiful buns I lifted her from the floor and carried her to the ottoman in front of her sectional sofa. I hungrily sucked on both of her nipples through the lace and felt them hardening more with each visitation. I needed to just look at her for a moment.