After my two nights at Mrs. Jennings’s house, the next couple of weeks went as normal; school, football practice, and Mrs. Jennings coming over to my apartment on Tuesday and Thursday nights to tutor me. We didn’t do any tutoring and ended up in my bed together only minutes after she arrived.
After the nights I spent at her house, Mrs. Jennings became more relaxed in our affair. She had also loosened up sexually. I liked the new her. She used dirty talk more during sex, she was very quick to give me a blow job, and she initiated sex more often. I would have her pose in vulgar positions for me and masturbate for me and finger her asshole for me. The older black woman enjoyed the times I used her pantyhose to tie her up and the times gagged her with her panties. She would rim and stick her tongue up my ass, and she would even ask me to fuck her in the butt. Mrs. Jennings and I discovered how much she enjoyed anal sex and anal play.
I would continue to give her hickeys on her body to mark her as mine. Not just on her neck but on her breasts and my favorite was on her inner thighs next to her pussy. She had no problem with the ones I gave her on her breasts or thighs since no one would see them, not even her husband; but would whine and complain about the ones on her neck. She never stopped me, however, and a few times I would see her looking at the ones on her neck in the bathroom mirror before she covered them up with makeup. She would run her fingers over them sensually and smile. Mrs. Jennings liked me marking her as mine.
Mrs. Jennings admitted to me that she had started masturbating while she thought of me. She even told me that she would sneak off and get herself off even when her husband was home. With prodding I got her to admit that at times she had been so horny thinking of me that she initiated sex with her husband to try and have an orgasm. She told me it always failed because he would either tell he was not in the mood or most of the time he could not get an erection. Mrs. Jennings told me that the rare times he could get an erection and penetrate her that she would try to get him to move and fuck her, but he would not. She said he would cum too quickly and it was very unsatisfying. I suggested she try and get him to use his fingers or mouth on her to make her cum and she laughed and told me he would never do that.
I once even suggested she take another lover to fuck her when I was not able to fuck her or if she felt she wanted a little variety. I would tell her to try and seduce her friend and colleague Mrs. Drew and if she succeeded she could convince Mrs. Drew to join us as well. Yes, I knew that was never going to happen but it was fun to think about. Mrs. Jennings got upset about my suggestions. Of all the girls and women I have had sex with, some were kinky and had certain fetishes I explored with them, including the wonderful woman I am married to now (who has her unique sexual past), I never treated a woman as I did Mrs. Jennings.
Mrs. Jennings became my personal, living, breathing, sex doll or fuck toy. She never denied me sex when I wanted it. The woman was like a lab rat that I would use to experiment my degrading pleasures on. Mrs. Jennings was not only willing to allow me to treat her as I did; she seemed to crave it as well. Mrs. Jennings not only remained submissive to me but became more so, that was just her nature and she seemed to have a perverse hunger and need for me to control her and dominate her.
I did not do all the things to her that my perverted seventeen-year-old mind could think of because I was not experienced enough or did not understand at that age how far the woman was willing to go. I was also afraid if I pushed her too much she would finally tell me no and mean it and end our relationship. I did still find ways to embarrass her and humiliate her. Mrs. Jennings’s husband did not understand what type of wife he had and at seventeen I did not either.
If I had been older and worldlier as I became, I would have understood her and her need and desire to be submissive, not just sexually but in other aspects of her life. Sure, she would whine and whimper and protest at some of the things I made her do, but not only did it arouse her but she wanted it and seemed to need it. If I had been older and worldlier when I had my relationship with Mrs. Jennings, I would have known she was the type of woman who needed and craved to be submissive in a BDSM relationship. Being as naive about sex and her desires, she was unaware of that in herself also.
I continued to punish Mrs. Jennings by spanking her with my belt and even a paddle. The paddle was her husband’s paddle he had in his office at school that he used on students. I borrowed it, ok I stole it, from his office with a friend of mine being the lookout. I told my friend it was a prank. It was not a prank and I stole it for the purpose to use on Mr. Jennings’s wife’s black ass. Mrs. Jennings knew where I got the paddle of course, but never said a word about me having it. I found it ironic and humorous to use that paddle on her and I think it was a perverse turn-on for her to be spanked by her lover with her husband’s paddle.
I am not a sadistic person, but as I mentioned, there was something about Mrs. Jennings that bought out that perversion and desire in me to punish her. Mrs. Jennings was very subservient and obedient to me and my desires and did very little for me to have a chance to spank her with my belt or the paddle. I began to make up excuses to punish her. One night when she cooked for me she burned the bottom of the biscuits and I spanked her for it. I punished her for lumpy or burned grits one morning. Both of which were my fault because I was having her suck my cock when she should have been cooking. I punished her for her jealousy and other small reasons I would make up. I even acted angry at her for being a whore and punished her for doing whorish things I made her do.
One time I punished her for threatening to throw away the new porn magazines I had. One evening when Mrs. Jennings came over to my apartment and after I fucked her once I went to watch a college football report on the television. Mrs. Jennings took the time to clean my room. She came into the living room furious about the porn magazines she found. She was waving them around, telling me how disgusting they were, asking how could I desire such women, and how she satisfied my sexual needs. She was rather upset and almost started crying when she asked why I need them if I had her. She then told me she was going to throw them away.
I got off the couch, snatched the magazines from her hand, and forced Mrs. Jennings to my bedroom. I told her to get on her hands and knees on my bed and put her ass up. I placed the magazines on the bed under her face for her to see as I paddled her with her husband’s paddle.
Mrs. Jennings knew what I was going to do and started whimpering and begging me not to spank her, but she did what I told her to do without hesitation. Since we had fucked earlier, she had not bothered to get fully dressed because she knew we were going to fuck again before she went home. Mrs. Jennings was wearing only her button-down blouse and her panties.
I ripped her panties from her body, tearing them unwearable, and got her husband’s paddle. I paddled her ten times on each amble butt cheek, ignoring her pleas for me to stop and her tears, and kept telling her to keep her eyes on the magazines. Once I was done spanking her I sat on the bed, grabbed her hair, and pulled her to sit on my lap. I told her to pick up one of my magazines and told her to look through it at the pictures. She told me she did not want to see the disgusting photos and I gave a hard yank on her hair. She picked up the top magazine and opened it.
As I made her look at the pictures, I started fingering her pussy and playing with her clit. She pleaded for me to stop but opened her legs wider for me. When she got to a series of photos of a blonde girl dominating and fucking an Asian girl I fucked Mrs. Jennings’s pussy hard with three fingers. I then told Mrs. Jennings in detail how I fantasied about Mrs. Drew fucking her like that.
The series of photos had the blonde forcing the Asian girl to lick her ass, the blonde tying up the Asian girl, putting a ball gag in her mouth, and fucking her pussy and ass with a strap-on. The older black woman pleaded for me to stop telling her what I fantasied about but kept her eyes focused on the photos. I could tell by her body’s reaction that she was very aroused. Not by the images but by how I was dominating her. I told Mrs. Jennings how great it would be if Mrs. Drew was a whore like she was.
On two pages of the magazine, the blonde was straddling the Asian girl in a reverse cowgirl position after she fucked her pussy and ass. Both girls were spreading their pussies open and the Asian girl’s asshole gaped wide from the strap-on. One side of the magazine page was a full body shot of the girls and the other side was a close-up of their pussies and the Asian girl’s gaped asshole. I made Mrs. Jennings keep the magazine open to those pages and told her that’s how I wanted to see her and Mrs. Drew’s bodies including her asshole gaped like the Asian girl’s.
When Mrs. Jennings was close to orgasm, I removed my fingers they were wet from her pussy juices. I rubbed her pussy fluid over the photo of the closeup shot in the area of the porn models’ pussies and the Asian girl’s asshole. I then started to finger fuck Mrs. Jennings to orgasm. Right when she was about to cum, I made her bring the magazine to her mouth and lick her pussy juices off the pages at the model’s pussies. As she was cumming I told her to imagine she was licking Mrs. Drew’s pussy and asshole.
Yes I know it was childish and vulgar, but I was only seventeen and had a seventeen-year-old boy’s degenerate mind and Mrs. Jennings brought out the most vulgar perversions I could imagine.
Once her orgasm ended I pushed her off my lap, told her to get back on her hands and knees, lubed up my cock with KY, and fucked her hard in the ass to finish her punishment. I knew as much as she enjoyed anal sex that was not punishment for her, but it gave me some mental satisfaction to think it was. After I was done she promised she would never try and throw my magazines away again.
Punishing her was not a constant thing I did. If you subtract the times I playfully smacked Mrs. Jennings on the butt or slapped her ass when I was fucking her, I may have used my belt or the paddle to punish her about fifteen times during our affair. I don’t think I would have even done it after that first time if Mrs. Jennings had not told me she deserved to be punished after I did it or if she had not been so accepting of it.
She did not accept it or tell me she deserved it because she was a masochist and she did not get aroused by the pain of being whipped by my belt or spanked by the paddle. I never seriously hurt the older black woman or used my full strength when punishing her. I did paddle or whip her with the belt so it stung and bought tears to her eyes and a few times made her cry. She would beg me to stop, but when I asked her if she felt she deserved the punishment she would tell me yes. Mrs. Jennings did not like the punishment but she agreed she needed it and deserved it.
What aroused Mrs. Jennings about being punished in that way was that I was asserting my dominance over her. Mrs. Jennings got sexually turned on when I established my authority over her, whether it was by the punishment or sexually or telling her what to do and even at times telling her what to wear. It was not just my sexual dominance over her that Mrs. Jennings seemed to crave, but non-sexually as well. When I went to her house she cooked for me and waited on me and catered to my every need. She started cleaning my bedroom regularly when she came to my apartment and even washed my clothes.
There was no washer and dryer hook-up in our apartment so my mother used the laundry mat in our complex. One night when Mrs. Jennings was about to leave my apartment and go home she started putting my dirty clothes into my laundry bag. She told me her husband was leaving for North Carolina the next morning so she could wash my clothes and I could pick them up the next night if I came over. I told her she did not have to do that and she gave me a hurt look and said she wanted to.
I had to work the next night, but when I got off work I went over and fucked her and picked up my clean clothes. She had not only washed and dried them but had also folded them neatly, put them in bundles, and tied them together with string. Mrs. Jennings washing my clothes became a normal thing. I would take them to her house when I went over there to fuck her and she would wash and dry and fold them for me. My mother was pleased that I was starting to show maturity in cleaning my room and washing my clothes.
At age seventeen and being the cocky asshole I could be, I arrogantly thought that it was only me that Mrs. Jennings submitted to as she did. Only I could control her and make her do the things she did. When I got older and thought back on my affair with Mrs. Jennings from time to time and then what I recently found out about her just a few weeks before I started to write this story; I understood it was not just me.
Yes, I think I opened Mrs. Jennings’s mind about sex and her desire to be sexually submissive. She was always subservient to her husband as well and Mrs. Jennings would have been submissive to any man she was intimate with. Mrs. Jennings was the type of woman who needed and craved to have a Master she could be submissive to in a BDSM-type relationship. At the time we were having our affair neither of us knew that or knew what a BDSM-type relationship was.
I had started taking photos of Mrs. Jennings using my mother’s Polaroid Instant Camera. Photos of her in her bra and panties, of her in the sexy lingerie she had purchased to wear for me, photos of her naked, and photos of her posing in vulgar positions. I took photos of her posed like the girls in the porn magazines I had seen. I had photos of her masturbating and sticking her fingers up her ass and some of her sucking my cock or me fucking her asshole. Mrs. Jennings would whine and complain when I had her pose in the more smutty positions, but she would always pose for me the way I told her to. She would plead for me not to show anyone the photos. I even gave her a few for keepsakes but was sure she burned them.
I was often tempted to show my two best friends, who did not go to the same high school I did; but I never did. I knew if I showed them they would tell others and there was a chance it would have gotten to my mother that I was fucking Mrs. Jennings. I had kept the photos for a few years but lost them at one point in my life during a move I guess.
The second week after my first night at her house, Mrs. Jennings and her husband were not at school or the next day either. During our weekly chapel on Wednesday, we were asked by the vice-principle to pray for Mr. and Mrs. Jennings because his mother was sick and they were in North Carolina visiting her. Mrs. Jennings was back at school that Thursday but her husband was not. She slipped me a note asking if I could come over to her house Friday night after our football game. Of course, I was not going to pass up the opportunity to fuck her in her bed again.
At her house, she explained to me that her mother-in-law had dementia and it was getting worse. Mr. Jennings would be spending a lot of time in North Carolina to take care of her and looking for an assisted living home for his mother when needed. He would be going to be in North Carolina often. I asked if she would be spending time there as well and she said no. Mrs. Jennings explained that her mother-in-law never approved of her son’s marriage to her and that she could be rather racist. With her dementia getting worse she was becoming mean toward Mrs. Jennings, would call her racist words, and Mrs. Jennings’s presence upset her badly. She would be staying in Macon and working. That would mean Mrs. Jennings and I could fuck a lot more and I could go to her house often.
Mrs. Jennings did not appear to be very upset about her husband going to be away from home as much as he was going to be and delighted that she and I could fuck more. I could come over to her house more and even spend the nights with her on weekends when her husband was in North Carolina. We took advantage of the situation often. We would have fucked more than we did, which was a lot, if not for the fact that after football season ended I went back to my part-time job.
Ever since I was sixteen I had been working in the evenings at a Howard Johnson’s motel during school and full-time hours in the summer. The manager was a friend of my mother’s and she hired me as a favor to my mom. I was saving up money for college or maybe to buy a new car. I proved to be a good employee and hard worker so during football and baseball season the manager would allow me time off and then after those sports seasons ended I would go back to work.
The job was easy and relaxing. I worked from five in the evening to eleven at night during school and then more hours during the day in the summertime. The job title was Bell Boy and all I had to do was when guests needed more towels in the evenings, a roll-away-bed, set up a crib in their room, walk the motel grounds once or twice to check on things, or other minor things a guest may need. There was another boy of sixteen who also worked as a bell boy there so I did not work every night or every weekend.
Our obsession with fucking one another started to grow much more intense the more we fucked. My desire to be dominant to her and her desire to be submissive to me intensified as well. Her jealousy also increased and while it was annoying at times I did take advantage of it. Mrs. Jennings would do almost anything I wanted as long as I promised her I would not fuck other girls. I never had any intention of fucking other girls because I was obsessed with fucking my black English teacher too much to be with another girl. However, Mrs. Jennings didn’t have to know that.
There were times I would just show up uninvited at her house when her husband was away to fuck her; sometimes late at night after I got off work or in the early morning after I had been out with my friends. She would get worried her neighbors would see my car and in a panic open the garage for me to park my car in. The first few times I just showed up, Mrs. Jennings would beg me not to do that anymore, but then after pulling me into the house to fuck her or suck my cock. She eventually gave me a spare garage door opener to use when I came over. She never once denied me sex or told me to go home even when I woke her up in the early morning to fuck her.
One Friday night after work I met some friends of mine to hang out for a while before I went home. My friends were into muscle cars and I had a few friends that had some real nice cars they restored and we would hang out in the parking lot of a strip mall with other teenagers. It was almost two in the morning and before I went home I drove to Mrs. Jennings’s house when I knew her husband was not home, parked my car in her garage, woke her up, and had her suck my cock for a while before I fucked her in the ass. She begged me to stay the night but I told her I had to get home. I didn’t have to be home; I just told her that to show her she was just a whore for me to use when I wanted.
One morning at her house after I spent the night with her, she was in the shower and I snooped around the bedroom. On the shelf of her walk-in closet under a pile of folded sweaters, I found a large shoe box. Actually, it was a boot box. Inside were two current Cosmopolitan magazines she had purchased and hidden from her husband. She had been reading the articles about sex. In some of the articles in the magazines, the pages were folded down to mark them.
Articles she marked were about ways to improve giving oral sex, the best way to enjoy anal sex safely and healthy, one on the use of sex toys during foreplay, and other sex topics. Between the pages of one of the magazines were the few Polaroid photos I gave her. She did not burn them after all and kept them. I never told her I found them but did use the fact she read them to my advantage.
People may wonder where my mother was during all this time and may even say she was a bad mother for letting her teenage son run wild. My mother was a great mom and being a single parent raised me as best as she could. She and my grandfather instilled in me honor and integrity and while I did not show that with Mrs. Jennings; I was chock-full of honor and integrity. My mother trusted me, knew I did not drink except maybe a beer or two with my friends, she knew I did not due drugs because I took care of my body, and knew I was not going to do anything to ruin my chance at going to college on a football scholarship.
By the time I turned sixteen, my mother had taught me to be independent, take care of myself, taught me to cook, and do other things to be self-sufficient. My mother trusted me to be on my own and knew she did not have to monitor my every coming and going. She worked into the night in her job but she also had her own life as well.
My mother was still young and she dated and had a couple of serious relationships when I was growing up. When I was sixteen she joined a social group called Parents Without Partners and they did a lot of things as a group. Some were family events or family trips and other events were going out or trips for just the adults. It was a good group for her to meet friends and socialize with other adults. She met a lot of good friends in that group and some she still has contact with to this day.
On a Friday night after football season ended, I went to one of our school’s basketball games. I played football and baseball but not basketball. Just never had an interest in the game except to play pick-up games with my friends on occasion. I took my friend Nina to the game.
Nina was from Russia and her mother and a group of American Christian Missionaries, in the Soviet Union under the false pretense of being farm equipment suppliers, smuggled her out of the communist country when she was thirteen. Her father was either dead or in a Soviet Gulag for being an “enemy of the state.”. Her mother wanted her to have a better life so sent her to the U.S. She was adopted by a Christian couple in Macon. She once told me her full story and it was interesting and frightening.
Nina had to be the prettiest girl in our school and she had a sexy Russian accent, but she and I were just good friends. Of course, I wanted to fuck her, but she was having none of it and was in a long-term relationship with a boy that was a freshman in college at the time. They later got married years later.
Nina remained a good friend for years and wrote me letters when I was in the Marines Corps. That meant a lot to me, especially at the times when I was in places one would not want to be in. Mr. Jennings was in town that weekend and he and his wife were at the game.
During the game, I could tell by the way Mrs. Jennings kept looking at me and Nina she was jealous of me being there with Nina. Halfway into the first quarter, I went to get Nina and me something to drink and a snack while she was talking and giggling with a couple of other girls. She was denying that she and I were on a date. As I was in line, I looked around and saw Mrs. Jennings several paces behind me. During school or at school events, Mrs. Jennings and I ignored each other except to pass secret notes to make plans to hook up.
She talked to a few students in line and then said hello to me and handed me a dollar bill she said she saw me drop. I was about to tell her it was not mine, but she shook her head quickly and I got the hint. Folded in the bill was a note. The note said to meet her in her classroom when the second quarter started.
With about a minute left in the first of the game, I told Nina I was going to talk to some of my football teammates and went to Mrs. Jennings’s classroom. That side of the school was deserted and when I walked into her classroom she was already waiting for me. She shut the door behind me, locked it, and pulled me to an area of the classroom that could not be seen from the small window in the door.
“Are you going to have sex with her?” she asked in a jealous and angry tone. I knew she meant Nina. “She is very pretty.”
I sighed at her jealousy, which was getting worse. It was also something I could take advantage of so there was a plus side to it.
“I would not say no to her but we are just friends,” I told her truthfully.
Mrs. Jennings looked at me with a hurt expression on her face. “Just remember I can do things for you she won’t.”
“Like what?” I teased her.
She started kissing me and quickly started unbuckling my belt. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. Mrs. Jennings got on her knees, pulled down my underwear, and started giving me a blow job. After she sucked my cock for a while, she stood up, turned around, and bent over one of the desks in the room. The teacher lifted her knee-high wool skirt to her waist and pulled down her pantyhose and panties to her knees to expose her black ass.
“I can give you something I am sure she never will,” she said as she looked over her shoulder. “Put it in my butt, Patrick, please. I want to feel you in my butt, baby. I can give you what that skinny, Russian slut won’t. ”
I chuckled at the irony of Mrs. Jennings calling Nina a slut when she was being a whore for a seventeen-year-old boy. I also found it funny Mrs. Jennings was so jealous that she insulted Nina; a girl who thought the world of Mrs. Jennings and a girl who was one of Mrs. Jennings’s teacher’s pets in her class.
“We don’t have anything to use for lubricant,” I told her.
“In the top right drawer of my desk, I keep some hand lotion. That may work,” she suggested.
I pulled up my underwear and jeans, walked to her desk, found the hand lotion, and walked back to Mrs. Jennings. She was still holding her skirt up and presenting her ass to me. I put some lotion on my fingers, inserted them in her ass to lube it up, and then put some on my cock.
Mrs. Jennings grunted and moaned in pain as I pushed my cock into her. The lotion was not working out very well. As I pushed more into her I could tell she was not enjoying it but she never told me to stop. I pulled out of her butt.
“Keep trying, baby,” she told me.
“It’s not going to work without hurting you too much,” I told her.
Instead of fucking her ass, I rammed my cock in her pussy and fucked her in her classroom. We didn’t last long and both had an orgasm quickly. I pulled up my pants and underwear as she pulled up her panties and pantyhose. Once dressed, Mrs. Jennings kissed me.
“You leave first and I will follow after a few minutes,” she told me.
“Ok.”
“Richard is going back to North Carolina after church Sunday. Maybe you can come over Sunday night?” she asked me hopefully.
“I have to work Sunday but Monday I can.”
Mrs. Jennings nodded and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and I left her classroom. That was the only time we ever did anything sexual at school.
During the fourth quarter, I was talking to some of my football teammates when Mr. Jennings walked up to us. He said hello to the other boys in a friendly manner and then looked at me.
“I heard you signed your commitment letter to the Citadel,” he said
I had. I had scored well enough on my SATs, and my grades had improved, all thanks to Mrs. Jennings, and I was offered a football scholarship to the Citadel.
“Yes,” I told him.
I never thought he deserved any of my respect for me to call him sir and now that I was cuckolding the fat bastard and claimed his wife’s pussy for my own, he truly did not deserve my respect.
He looked at me with his beady eyes. “Well keep in mind that just getting accepted and a scholarship to the Citadel is something to be proud of,” he told me. I was shocked for a moment that he seemed to be congratulating me. “Don’t be ashamed when you flunk out after one semester and can’t hack it,” he added and even grinned a little.
My mother always thought I exaggerated how much Mr. Jennings disliked me, but that was just one small example of what he thought of me. Even his wife would tell me how much he disliked me and some of the derogatory things he told her about me when she told him she was going to tutor me.
I badly wanted to tell him in front of my friends to go ask his wife whose cock she just had in her mouth, how she begged me to fuck her asshole but my cock was too big so I fucked her pussy instead. How I made her cum, something he could never do, and then shot my load up her fat, black pussy. Of course, I didn’t.
“Well, I could not have done it without all the help your wife gave me. She had been wonderful and very attentive to my needs.” I told him instead.
Not at all understanding what I implied, the man nodded and walked away thinking he got the best of me.
I could write about many other times Mrs. Jennings and I fucked and how kinky our affair got in our obsession with one another. Go into more detail about how submissive she became to me, but that would take many chapters. I will limit it to two events.
The first was during football season. We had made the playoffs for our division’s state championship. The first round game we were to play a school in St. Mary’s, Georgia. They had won the advantage of a home game and St. Mary’s was about a four or five-hour drive from Macon. The game was going to be an afternoon game on Saturday. We were going to spend Friday night in St. Mary’s at a motel and play the game Saturday and then leave back for Macon after the game. Mrs. Jennings was with her husband that week in North Carolina.
The team and coaches and cheerleaders stayed in a chain motor court-style motel off the interstate. We stayed two to a room. I was rooming with a boy named Dray who played the left side linebacker opposite my right side position. I liked Dray. Dray was a country boy who lived in a rural county that was farm country. His dad worked at one of the kaolin chalk mines. Dray was quiet, intelligent, not a bible thumper, and just a good guy.
Dray and I and two other boys on the team walked to a nearby fast food place for dinner and after we ate we went to the room Dray and I were staying in. We were sitting in our room watching television, talking about girls, about the game, and other teenage boy stuff when the motel room phone rang. Dray answered it.
“It’s for you,” he told. “Sounds like maybe it’s you mom.”
I got worried as I took the phone receiver from Dray. My mother would not call me without good reason.
“Hello,” I said into the receiver expecting bad news.
“Patrick?” the voice replied in a whisper and sounded as if it was someone trying to disguise their voice. I knew that voice very well even with the attempted masquerade. It was Mrs. Jennings.
“Yeah,” I answered.
Mrs. Jennings made an audible sigh. “Can you, do you think, umm, can you leave the room in about two hours?” she asked me.
I looked at the clock and it was a little after seven. We had to be in our rooms by ten and lights out at eleven, but I knew Dray would cover for me.
“Sure, but why?”
Mrs. Jennings giggled. “I just checked into the motel across the interstate, the Day’s Inn. I want to see you. I need to see you. No one knows I’m here.”
I had questions of course. Why was she hear in St. Mary’s, why she was not in North Carolina with her husband, etc. but I could not ask them in front of my teammates. “OK,” I told her.
Mrs. Jennings gave me her room number and hung up.
My teammates asked if everything was okay and I told them yes and then told Dray to cover for me in case Coach Parker or another coach did a bed check. He told me he would. The other boys asked where I was going and I just told them it was none of their business. They teased me about hooking up with Nina, who was a cheerleader. She and I were such good friends at school most people thought we were hooking up secretly. I allowed them to believe that. We both denied it so much that no one believed us anyway.
An hour later I walked under the underpass of the interstate to the Day’s Inn. The Day’s Inn was more a hotel and not a motor court and the rooms were enclosed in the hotel building. Mrs. Jennings was on the second floor of the two-story building. I found her room and knocked on the door.
“Who, who is it?” she answered in a nervous tone to her voice.
I chuckled, who did she think it was and she could see it was me through the peephole, I thought. “Me. Patrick,” I told her.
Mrs. Jennings opened the door a crack and I saw her peek out and then she opened the door to let me in. Mrs. Jennings gave me a large smile when I stepped into the room. She was wearing a white, terry cloth robe that came down past her knees and I could see she was wearing white pantyhose. Mrs. Jennings had the top of the robe closed tight around her throat. Her hair was pulled back tight against her scalp, slick with hair product, and pulled into a bun on the back of her head just above her neck. Mrs. Jennings knew I liked her hair pulled back like that.
She wore heavier makeup than what she normally wore, even heavier than that first night at her house, but done sexy and not clownish. She had painted her large lips with red lipstick and outlined them with a darker shade of red which made them look even larger. Her lips glistened with lip gloss.
“Don’t you look sexy,” I told her. “Would be better without the robe though.” I took a step toward her and she backed away.
Mrs. Jennings gave me a mischievous grin, “Ut uh, you can look but not touch until you pay for it.”
“Pay for it?”
“Of course, silly boy. Your teenage, white whores may give it up for free; but I am a professional and you have to pay for time with me and my black body isn’t cheap.”
“Don’t you think I should get a look at what I am paying for?” I asked her.
“Yes but no touching until I get paid.” Mrs. Jennings turned around, took a step, and then looked over her shoulder at me. She gave me a seductive look and raised her hand and gave me a come hither motion with her finger.
I grinned and followed her. I was going to like this game she wanted to play. Fuck the questions I have about her being here, I thought, I can ask them after we fuck. My cock was already hard. Mrs. Jennings led me further into the room and pushed me to sit on the edge bed. Giving me a seductive smile, she took a step back and removed her robe.
“Well that’s new,” I told her.
Mrs. Jennings was wearing a white lingerie set. The top was a corset top that pushed her breasts up and gave her large breasts great cleavage. The set had garters, a garter belt, and white thigh-high stockings. The panties were a white, sheer material that barely covered her fat pussy.
“Turn around and let me see that fat, black ass to make sure it’s worth paying for.”
Mrs. Jennings turned around slowly, bent over slightly to stick her ass out, and then turned around to face me again. The panties were of thong style and fully exposed her ass cheeks.
“Yes may be worth a few bucks,” I told her. “How much?”
“A few bucks? Darling, my black pussy is worth more than a few bucks. It’s expensive, baby,” Mrs. Jennings teased.
“Yeah but you’re an old whore with an old, nasty pussy that I am sure is worn out by now so it can’t be worth too much.”
Mrs. Jennings did not let my comment bother her and continued with her game with a smile on her lips. “First I am not a whore. A whore is one of those skinny white teenage bitches you fuck in the back seat of your mother’s car. I’m a professional and that means I know and do things those empty-headed sluts don’t do or know how to do.”
I chuckled at her reply. That was good, I thought, she got me there. I was enjoying her game. “Just what do I get for my money?”
Mrs. Jennings grinned, walked to me, straddled my lap, and wrapped my arms around my neck. I started to put my hands on her butt cheeks, but she stopped me.
“No, baby, I told you; no touching until it’s bought and paid for. I don’t give free samples regardless of how beautiful and sexy you are,” she told me and started kissing my neck.
I put my arms back to my side as she kissed and licked and sucked my neck. The way she was kissing my neck, she was going to give me a hickey. She sucked my neck for a while and then ran her tongue up to my ear and gently bit my earlobe.
“I will put my black, thick lips over your white cock, suck your white dick, and give you a better blow job than those young white bitches do. I will swallow every drop of your cum,” she whispered in my ear. “Your white dick has only had those pathetic skinny white girl pussies,” Mrs. Jennings started grinding her pussy over my jeans, “it’s never experienced the pleasures that a fat, black pussy can give you.” She bit my earlobe again, “Mine is so wet, baby. It’s aching for your white cock; for the right price it’s all yours.”
Mrs. Jennings started sucking my neck again in the same place as before. She was doing what I did to her; Mrs. Jennings was marking me as hers. I let her, it turned me on. Mrs. Jennings had gotten me extremely horny by what she was whispering in my ear and the game she was playing. I liked the nasty Mrs. Jennings I was seeing that night and hoped to see her again in the future.
I let out a series of masculine moans as the older woman sucked my neck and rubbed her pussy against my lap. My cock was so hard it felt like it was going to bust the zipper of my jeans if I did not let it out. I reached up to put my hands on her ass. Enough was enough and I was horny. It was time for me to take charge as I always did, but Mrs. Jennings was not going to let me. She pushed my arms back down and bit my neck where she had been sucking it.
“Fuck, that kind of hurt,” I told her calmly and with amusement in my voice.
Mrs. Jennings giggled, “Punishment for trying to touch me before you paid for me.” I chuckled and Mrs. Jennings licked my neck where she bit it and ran her tongue up to my ear.
“For the right amount of money, I will give you what those stupid, white sluts won’t. You can fuck my ass.” She started playing her game again. “You know you white boys can’t resist a black women’s sexy, fat, ass.” She licked my ear, “A black woman’s nice ample, bubble ass is so much better than those skinny, white, flat asses you are used to. All you white boys crave fucking a sexy black woman with a nice, big, fat ass.” She licked my ear again and I moaned out.
“For the right price you can have mine,” Mrs. Jennings continued whispering as she kept grinding herself into my lap. “For the right price, you can fuck it. After you can go tell your young white friends about the sexy black whore with the fat, bubble ass who sucked your white cock. About the black woman who fucked your white dick with her fat black pussy and black asshole so much better than those pitiful useless white girls. Tell them for the right price they can come get what you had. Tell them about the older, black woman who loves young, white cock,” she licked my ear again. “One after another; all night long they can fuck this black pussy and black asshole as much as they want if they pay for it.” Mrs. Jennings went back to sucking my neck.
After a few more seconds of sucking my neck and her hickey complete, the older black woman leaned back and looked me in the eyes.
“But now, tonight, I want you. Just you, provided you can afford me. I want your white cock in my mouth, in my black pussy, and up my fat ass.” She leaned in and gave me a closed-mouth kiss on the lips and leaned back again. “So, what do you want, baby?”
Holy, fuck! I thought. Nasty, foul-mouthed, aggressive Mrs. Jennings is such a turn-on. It had been over a week since we last fucked and I had been missing her pussy. Now the game she was playing, how she was dressed, that we were in a hotel room, how she was acting, and what she was saying to me had gotten me extremely aroused. I was not going to let Mrs. Jennings take control in our relationship and she was going to remain submissive to me, something we both wanted, but it was refreshing and a turn-on to experience how much of attitude about sex had changed. That night was the first night she truly let go of most of her inhibitions about sex.
“I want it all,” I told her. “I’ll pay for it all.”
Mrs. Jennings giggled involuntarily and was pleased I was playing along with her game. She took my hands in hers and put them on her butt.
“You can touch it now that you paid for it,” she told me.
I grinned and placed my hands on her butt and pulled her tighter against me and started kissing her fiercely and passionately and she started grinding herself against me. Mrs. Jennings moved her mouth to my neck after we made out for a while and ran her tongue up my neck to my ear.
“I want you in my mouth, baby,” she told me. “I want to suck your white cock.”
Without waiting for me to answer, which naturally would have been a yes, Mrs. Jennings stood up and got on her knees. She untied the laces of my shoes and removed them, then my socks, and then ran her hands up my legs to my crotch. She ran her hands over my hard cock, kissed it through my jeans, looked up and me, and smiled.
“What, no belt?” she teased. “How are you going to punish me for being a bad girl?” She giggled and started to unbutton my jeans.
I chuckled and ran my hand over her cheek. “I think tonight I will allow you to be a bad girl.”
Mrs. Jennings grinned, “Oh, baby, you don’t know how bad I am going to be.” She unzipped my jeans.
Mrs. Jennings pulled down my jeans and I lifted my legs to help her pull them off and then my underwear. She took my cock in her hand and started to stroke it slowly. I moaned out. I was so horny I knew I was not going to last long when she started to suck my cock.
“Oh my heavens, if I had known you young white boys had such big dicks I would have been prostituting myself to them years ago,” she teased; still playing her game. “Almost makes me want to give you my black pussy for free,” she looked up at me and smiled, “all most, but if I did my pimp would be very mad if I came to him without money.”
The older woman put her mouth about an inch above my cock and drooled saliva on it and then spit on it.
“Put your legs up for me, darling,” she told me, staring at my cock as she stroked the slick shaft. I lifted my legs. “Higher, baby, and spread them for me. I am going to show you what I do to make you feel good that those pretentious, white sluts you fuck don’t do.”
I chuckled again at her words and did as she asked, well told me to do. Mrs. Jennings lowered her head and pressed her nose to my balls and inhaled deeply a few times to smell my masculine scent. I moaned out when she started to lick my taint as she kept stroking my penis in a slow rhythm. The woman licked my taint for a while and would at times spit on my cock again to make the shaft slick. She then started to rim my butthole, making circular motions with her tongue.
“Fuck that feels good. You are such a nasty, black whore. Put your tongue in my ass,” I told her.
Mrs. Jennings looked up at me and smiled, “Patience, baby, don’t be in such a rush to enjoy what you bought.”
“You keep this up I may have to make an offer to your pimp to buy you permanently so I can own your black ass,” I told her to play along with her game. “Then I can enjoy you all the time as well as pimp you out to other white boys.”
Mrs. Jennings giggled; pleased I was playing along with her. “Oh, darling, you would make a fortune renting my black ass out.”
Mrs. Jennings started rimming my butthole once more. I let out a moan when her tongue entered my ass. As she had her tongue deep in my ass, the older woman started stroking my cock faster and I would let out a moan each time her hand reached the head of my dick. She was making wet lapping sounds and whimpers as she tongue fucked me. Mrs. Jennings immensely enjoyed having her tongue in my ass and the way she performed the perverted act showed. I put my hands below my thighs below my knee joint and lifted my legs more to allow Mrs. Jennings better access to my asshole.
“Uhh, God, baby, yes,” she moaned out. Her voice was husky sounding with desire and lust. She spit on my cock two times, and then attacked my butthole with her tongue.
Mrs. Jennings licked and tongued my asshole with the relish of a cat dying of thirst and hunger while lapping up a bowl of milk. I never rimmed or tongued her asshole with the intensity she was doing to mine that night. I thoroughly enjoyed rimming a girl’s asshole but she was putting my ass rimming skills to shame. All the while she kept stroking my cock fast and hard.
“Uhhh, fuck, uhhh, fuck I am going to cum,” I grunted out after only about three minutes of her intense licking, tonguing, and sucking of my butthole.
Mrs. Jennings quickly moved her head, put her thick lips around my cock, took just the head into her mouth, and used her tongue on the tip while she fiercely jerked me off. It only took about a minute of her oral attention on my dick before I came in her mouth.
“Uuugh, fuck, you nasty black bitch!” I grunted out loudly when Mrs. Jennings stuck a finger up my ass just as I was cumming.
Mrs. Jennings made a surprised, muffled moan as my cum exploded from my cock. She started to swallow, jerk my cock, and massage my prostate with her finger. I came a great deal and Mrs. Jennings swallowed every drop and even when I finished cumming she milked my cock for more as she continued to massage my prostate. When she could not coax any more cum from my cock, the woman removed her finger from my ass, took her mouth off my cock, and got on the bed and lay next to me. She propped herself up on her elbow, used her finger to remove some of my hairs that had once been around my asshole from her tongue, and smiled when she got them all.
“Did you like that, baby? I told you I was worth what you paid for me.”
I reached over and ran my fingers down her cheek and when I got to her chin I grabbed her jaw and gripped it tight. Mrs. Jennings started whimpering and put her hands on my wrist and tried to remove my hand. I was too strong for her and gripped her jaw tighter.
“Don’t ever put your finger in my ass again,” I told her in a stern tone. “Never do that again; do you understand me?”
Mrs. Jennings whimpered more and nodded her head as best as she could. “I tought you ould ike it,” she whined out, unable to speak clearly.
I did like it and it did feel very good, but at seventeen I was too immature and ignorant to want anything besides Mrs. Jennings’s tongue up my ass. When I was much older I got over my stupid phobia of having a girl finger my asshole.
“I don’t fuck you for your thinking. I fuck you because you are an old, black whore who is so easy to give up that old, fat pussy to a young cock.” I let go of her jaw. “When you start thinking and stop understanding that your just a whore to me is the day I stop fucking you.” Cruel yes and I did not mean it. Mrs. Jennings’s intelligence was one reason I was attracted to her.
Mrs. Jennings rubbed her chin, “I am sorry, baby. Please don’t be mad. I won’t ever do that again.” She whined out. “Please don’t end things, Patrick. I just read in a magazine that some men like that and I like it when you do it to me so I thou…I wanted to try it with you. Please, I’ll never do it again.” She begged.
She must have read it in one of her Cosmopolitan magazines. I ran the back of my fingers gently up and down her cheek.
“You know you are going to have to be punished for that,” I told her as I caressed her cheek.
Mrs. Jennings nodded and bowed her head, “Yes, sir.”
I raised my eyebrows at her saying yes sir and thought how curious, but did not say anything. I cupped her chin affectionately and raised her head so she would look at me. I smiled.
“But that can wait until we are back home. Right now I would like to finish playing your game,” I told her.
Mrs. Jennings gave me a large smile and nodded. She seemed excited to continue her game. She got off the bed and started posing for me, turning around, bending over slightly, and running her hands over her breasts and up her inner thighs and her pussy. She stood with her legs shoulder length apart and thrust her hips forward and started running her hands over her crotch. She then pulled her panties to the side and exposed her hairless fat, black pussy. She used her fingers to open it up for me so I could see the pink inside.
“I think it’s time for you to taste what you paid for,” she told me as she showed me her pussy.
“I would like that,” I assured her.
Mrs. Jennings reached behind her back and started to unzip the corset top of her lingerie.
“No. Keep it on for now and your garters and stockings also. Just take off your panties.”
Mrs. Jennings grinned at me, “Whatever you want, darling, you paid for me. Men can do anything they want to me for the right price.”
Mrs. Jennings had to unfasten her garters and remove her stockings to remove her panties and then she put her stockings back on and fastened her garters to them. I moved up on the bed and put my back against the headboard to watch her. As I watched her, I thought how I could not understand how this older, black woman of just at best above average looks turned me on as much as she did. I could not understand why I not only desired her older, black body over the tight young bodies of the other girls I had fucked or could fuck if I wanted to; but could not seem to get enough of it. I could not understand why I was so obsessed with her body and fucking her and why she brought out such perversions in me. I just sighed and accepted it and felt extremely grateful I had what I had in Mrs. Jennings and that she was so willing to be my whore.
When she was done, she moved to the bed and crawled on her hands and knees from the foot of the bed up to me. She then turned around, straddled my body, and stuck her pussy and ass in my face. She took my cock, which was still hard, into her hand and looked over her shoulder.
“Enjoy it, baby, enjoy how this fat black pussy tastes, and remember you paid for my black ass as well.” She grinned, lowered her head, took my cock in her mouth, and lowered her ass to my face.
