Friends of the Black Experience! Chapter 1 TJ Ryder http://www.midnightx.com/
Walter Petty had lost his wife to a black bull after trying to adjust to being a cuckold, which made it harder to accept. And this was back a few years when women who had gone black, especially in the south, needed an understanding husband or boyfriend to keep up appearances. That Friday night as he considered going downtown for a drink with his buddies he ruefully remembered his Janet walking out on him and then serving divorce papers from Reno where she married Dushawn Washington, of all choices.
Sure, but look at her now though! He tried to console himself. His luscious ex might have had fun but at what cost? Broke again, can't get work in any financial institution because Dushawn ruined her credit rating; and she was a teller in his own branch bank when they met.
He half hoped she'd come running back to him and he knew after a bit he would take her back, even with Dushawn in the shadows, even with a half black kid like she reportedly had.
In fact, he was kind of disappointed he never heard from her. Sure, Dushawn was 6'6" of ebony packed muscle with a love machine measuring 11x8 as Janet pointed out many times, while he, well, he turned sideways in the mirror. 5'6", 145 lbs dressed, and a 5 1/2 inch erection, which he thought more than average, but then what he considered average was the country club locker room of rich white men, not an inner city boxing gym where Dushawn hung out. Not many bank VP's could measure up to a Dushawn except for providing a good living to an ungrateful, black-cock-hungry, selfish slut like Janet. A beautiful selfish slut that is, and that's what he missed. He had grown to accept being a cuckold, seeing how turned on and turned out Janet had become. He had done every degrading thing eventually that she wanted, and it still wasn't enough for her! All he asked was the appearance of a normal marriage and a little discretion! Was that so much? he asked himself, answering himself in the mirror.
He sighed, thinking of going downtown on pickup night Friday at the meat racks the guys at the office liked. And he wasn't grade-A beef like the babes could get, white or black! But he was only 35 and single again, not having a date in the last 4 months.
Sure enough, 6 painful hours later, horney and lonely, back at home, he picked up the last resort of all losers, the internet for the weekend. Difference was, this time he decided to use the anonymity to take a chance. If he was a cuckold, why not search for it, must be an angle somewhere.
And he discovered one of the first BlackRule organizations in America, OBEAH! OBEAH got started in the fifties first in the north, but had roots way down south. And the babes, some not so great, a little fat, but some were truly total knockouts! He didn't want to join, but he did pick up a lot of tips, and one of them was the codewords in the personals. From all over the world he found he could check out the action now. But he hesitated until his monthly trip to Baton Rouge, bank headquarters. He liked railroad trips, allowed him time to think, and splurged and got a separate coach, a little room with a fold out bed for the 12 hour ride. They were expensive but he had no other expenses for his salary any more. Plus, he had heard the run mentioned on the OBEAH sites and couldn't figure that out!
What he noticed at baggage checkin at Atlanta was a scene that had puzzled him a couple of times before. There were a few very attractive women travelling also, alone, which is unusual, and he watched one stand somewhat provocatively by the boarding spot, smiling coolly at each appraising hungry set of male eyes, giving them the brush off over and over until one man stood in front of her holding the blue private coach pass like he carried. They seemed to chat, he was blushing and she was more confident it seemed. She asked him several questions, and after a bit, seemed satisfied with his responses, and smiled taking his arm, to the envy of many other travellers. Okay, he thought, she wanted to ride in a private salon then instead of the 2 across seating in regular passenger coach. Was she a hooker? It seems like several richer looking and more studly passengers had been rejected in favor of this unprepossessing man, looking, he had to admit, somewhat like himself. The voluptuous woman in her heels towered over him by several inches. He followed them out of curiosity since they were getting on the same car. They paused by 512, and he opened it. He was across and down in 518. They went in with her smiling broadly.
He didn't get it! Since he had time, he walked through the car and out again, and got back in line, this time holding out his blue pass ostentatiously. There were a couple other very attractive women in similar poses, either being avidly checked out or for some reason studiously ignored with a trace of hostility.
One woman was very hot looking, but also somewhat nervous, he thought. He followed a big white stud carrying a briefcase as they were about to file past her as she appeared to fiddle with a suitcase lock, stalling near the entrance. She was better than hot, big breasts, shapely legs, tight dress. The young man in front of him was the type to make a move and he did, but then, for some reason, snarled some epithet that made the woman's pretty face wilt. Walter was as upset as the woman.
"Excuse me,sir, I don't think there was any call for that!"
Horrifed, he watched as the big man paused, and turned around, and then looked disdainfully down at him. Sneering, he blew out his lips, "Well, little man! Want to dance then, to protect, the lady's honour?" he grinned.
"No," the woman said, taking Walter's arm, "he doesn't, he's sorry, aren't you Sir?"
Blushing and frightened, Walter felt his pulse thready, and stammered a bit, until the young man shook his head and grinned arrogantly and walked off. Standing by the entrance, Walter stood with her, in vast relief.
"I just don't know why he was so angry!"
"Thank you for standing up for me, sir!"
"Oh, how do you do, I'm Walter by the way. Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked hopefully. Beautiful, blonde, classy, he saw her questioning indecision.
"Oh, well," she said, seeing his blue coach ticket, and biting her full upper lip in thought. "I'm Laura, pleased to meet you, Walter! Um, are you going all the way to Baton Rouge?"
"Yes, once a month, business you know!"
"I see, um, travelling with anyone?"
"No, all alone. I'm not married incidentally," not knowing why he even said that.
"Oh, thank you for sharing that, neither am I!" They both laughed, as other travellers went by, and it was getting close to departure time.
"Um, excuse me, but there's plenty of room in my cabin if you'd like to share. Um, no strings, you know, if...well...!" She smiled but looked dubious.
Walter was hoping against hope she wasn't a hooker but it was getting more likely now.
"I really don't know, Walter, are you a 'friend?'"
That kind of threw him, he wondered. If she was a hooker he expected something like a price and then he would have politely declined, although he was super attracted to her lush body. Prostitutes always scared and intimidated him, and on top of that left him unsatisfied.
"Well, "he smiled, "sure, I'd like to be your friend!"
"Yes, but," she looked around and leaned forward, and lowered her voice "you know, a 'Friend', an FBE?"
"An FBE? Is that like the FBI?" He smiled, and she blushed, and leaned forward enough to whisper, brushing his chest with her big breasts.
"No, Walter, Friend of the Black Experience!" she whispered in his ear, looking earnestly at his face for the answer.
He swallowed, looking at her, remembering that phrase, and then saw her little silver medallion around her slim white neck, so obvious now for anyone to see, like that brute in front of him. OBEAH! She was a coalburner!
He blushed then, and she smiled at his reaction, as he nodded. "Oh sure, I'm an FBE. Ah, they call it febber where I come from," he added lamely.
"Really?" she replied uncertainly, and looked him up and down, "to tell the truth I thought you might be a friend but your'e not flying any flags or pins!"
"Oh, well, um, I, ah, forgot it! Maybe, actually, I lost it. Have to get another in Baton Rouge!"
"Well, this is only my third trip like, well, this, Walter. I'd love to ride with you, but, well, you know my boyfriend gets on in Coleridge, and well, we planned on having a party!" She whispered, "I haven't seen Tyrone in almost a month!"
"Oh,sure, of course!" What was this, he thought, going along with her.
"And, well, you know what I mean then?" she asked dubiously.
"Well, naturally, I mean my exwife is living with her own um, Tyrone!"
"Oh," she smiled, "your wife went black on you then? That's so common among the 'friends!'" He blushingly nodded, and she moved closer.
"That's very sweet of you, Walter, I wish you had said that right away. I thought that blonde man had a flag but it was a Rotary Club. My girlfriend Pam will think I'm such a dunce when I tell her," she giggled. "I'd be very happy to ride with you to Baton Rouge, Walter, shall we get on?"
"Oh yes," he said, making her smile wider. He reached down and lifted her bag, and strained because it was so heavy and followed her shapely swishing bottom onto the train, and directed her to his compartment. Getting inside and putting the suitcase down on a padded bench, she looked around, checked out the tiny little bathroom attached, and he remained standing.
"Please, put it on the bed, Walter, I need a few things!" Putting it on the bed mean't he had to fold down the bed, which was really just a twin, and grunted as he lifted the suitcase on it.
"This is nice, kind of like the last trip I took! We girls certainly can't afford it, and of course our boyfriends, well, you know...!"
He was mesmerized as she casually unzipped the back of her dress and slipped it off, standing in only bikini bottoms, hose and garters, and a very low cut bra, exposing her puscious pink curves.
"Walter, is this your first time doing the train service? I mean I need to know a little about you, because Tyrone will be boarding in less than an hour!"
"Well, ah, yes, in fact. I heard about it, (he lied) at a OBEAH chatgroup!"
"Really, which was it?" she asked, looking sideways at him. This time he didn't have to lie and named several, making her nod in approval. "But, this isn't your first ride on this train then?"
"Oh no, I go every month, business meeting!"
"I wish I did!" She pouted, sitting down and crossing her shapely legs. "I have to be very careful. My ex-husband would go crazy about me being a Black Man's woman. Normally Tyrone and I only get together for little bits of time, that's why it's such a nice thing your'e doing for us!"
"Um, well, thank you, I'm very glad I did!"
"And I didn't want to leave it to chance to find a Friend at the station, but the sissy I had thought would be there had a last minute problem. And all the tickets were bought for compartments as usual."
"Yes, I buy a year pass!"
"Oh, I can't afford it, and my ex husband's lawyer would see a red flag if I did anyway!"
"Um, would you like me to call for drinks or something?"
"Perhaps later would be nice!"
"Sure," he said, trying not gape at her body, but having to cross his legs because of his incipient boner trying to push its way up. He hadn't even removed his suit jacket.
"Anyway, you do know this is called the BlackBAll Express?"
"Ah, I hadn't heard that one!" He smiled.
"Oh yes, for years now in the compartments and sleepers. My mother trysted with a big black man on a trip once. I was only 10 but I remember it very well."
"I, um, didn't know that!"
"Oh yes, this train is really history, Walter. I always feel excited just boarding it, the powerful big black engine surging down the track, (giggle) and thinking of all the white women disrobing in front of their Friends, waiting for that little knock on the compartment door! Of course a few are the women's husbands. It would have been so nice and convenient if my ex had supported me this way. Did you support your wife when she went Black?"
"Ah, well, at first, I had trouble with it, but then, (realizing he hadn't ever told anyone before about this) came to enjoy it!"
"That's very sweet, I can see you'd be a very good sissy, Walter! But, um the reason I'm asking these questions is because I don't know how far you go!"
"Ah, well, I'm very, um, adaptable, I'm sure!"
"I mean, my girlfriend Pam got me doing this. She's still married and has several black lovers, and her hubby is totally sissified. Tyrone and I really enjoy having a sissy perform maid service, and you don't mind, do you? I mean if you do, it can be like, well... At first, Tyrone and I enjoyed making out heavy in front of a white boy, you know getting them all worked up. He liked me to tease them, like the way your'e looking at me right now, (giggle)"
"Oh, um, sorry, I...!"
"No, it's fine! I love teasing white boys! I love making making out with a big black man right in front of white boys, it's so liberating! And the first time I did this it was with a man who just watched us. We let him masturbate when we were finished." She smiled at that. "On his knees of course. Tyrone likes to put whiteboys in their place!"
"Oh, (he groaned, his cock stiffening) wow!"
"But the next trip, we met our first Friend! A lot like you, Walter, in fact, that's why I'm so pleased this one turned out like this. He was very sweet and when I began to undress he asked me if we wanted him in his maid outfit!"
"He had a maid's uniform?"
"Oh yes,(giggle) very daring, and he made a sweet looking femme, too, just like you, in fact you'd be an even better girl, Walter, if you don't mind my saying it. No beardline at all and so slim and small and delicate!"
"Ah, um, th-thank you!"
"And Tyrone just loved having our own tv maid. The man was called Mark, and we called him Missy, and we just did everything. We just loved training him, and we really did, too."
"Oh, that's really, hot!" He said sincerely.
"Anyway, Walter, I know your'e not a physical type macho man, (giggle), but Tyrone is a huge, big, strong Black man, very proud, and (sigh) dominant! I'm afraid that unless I can make some changes, it would be wiser if you left us alone in here!"
He didn't want to leave, the sight of her delicious curves, and the expectation of seeing so much more! "Pl-please, let me stay, I-I really want to!"
"Well," she paused, pursing her full lips, "you promise to do everything you're told, by me and Tyrone?"
"Oh, y-yes," he replied weakly, a slight trace of hesitation.
"Well, first, we just have to make a change to your appearance, Walter. I don't suppose you have a maid outfit in your bag, no, I didn't think so. Here, why don't you just undress now and I'll think of what we can do?"
"Y-you, want me to,...?"
"Strip! Yes, Walter, I mean you just promised to do what your'e told! And don't worry, your'e not alone, (she smiled) because I bet in most of the compartments is a naked white man on his knees right about now. Isn't that nice?"
(Continued)
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Walter Petty had lost his wife to a black bull after trying to adjust to being a cuckold, which made it harder to accept. And this was back a few years when women who had gone black, especially in the south, needed an understanding husband or boyfriend to keep up appearances. That Friday night as he considered going downtown for a drink with his buddies he ruefully remembered his Janet walking out on him and then serving divorce papers from Reno where she married Dushawn Washington, of all choices.
Sure, but look at her now though! He tried to console himself. His luscious ex might have had fun but at what cost? Broke again, can't get work in any financial institution because Dushawn ruined her credit rating; and she was a teller in his own branch bank when they met.
He half hoped she'd come running back to him and he knew after a bit he would take her back, even with Dushawn in the shadows, even with a half black kid like she reportedly had.
In fact, he was kind of disappointed he never heard from her. Sure, Dushawn was 6'6" of ebony packed muscle with a love machine measuring 11x8 as Janet pointed out many times, while he, well, he turned sideways in the mirror. 5'6", 145 lbs dressed, and a 5 1/2 inch erection, which he thought more than average, but then what he considered average was the country club locker room of rich white men, not an inner city boxing gym where Dushawn hung out. Not many bank VP's could measure up to a Dushawn except for providing a good living to an ungrateful, black-cock-hungry, selfish slut like Janet. A beautiful selfish slut that is, and that's what he missed. He had grown to accept being a cuckold, seeing how turned on and turned out Janet had become. He had done every degrading thing eventually that she wanted, and it still wasn't enough for her! All he asked was the appearance of a normal marriage and a little discretion! Was that so much? he asked himself, answering himself in the mirror.
He sighed, thinking of going downtown on pickup night Friday at the meat racks the guys at the office liked. And he wasn't grade-A beef like the babes could get, white or black! But he was only 35 and single again, not having a date in the last 4 months.
Sure enough, 6 painful hours later, horney and lonely, back at home, he picked up the last resort of all losers, the internet for the weekend. Difference was, this time he decided to use the anonymity to take a chance. If he was a cuckold, why not search for it, must be an angle somewhere.
And he discovered one of the first BlackRule organizations in America, OBEAH! OBEAH got started in the fifties first in the north, but had roots way down south. And the babes, some not so great, a little fat, but some were truly total knockouts! He didn't want to join, but he did pick up a lot of tips, and one of them was the codewords in the personals. From all over the world he found he could check out the action now. But he hesitated until his monthly trip to Baton Rouge, bank headquarters. He liked railroad trips, allowed him time to think, and splurged and got a separate coach, a little room with a fold out bed for the 12 hour ride. They were expensive but he had no other expenses for his salary any more. Plus, he had heard the run mentioned on the OBEAH sites and couldn't figure that out!
What he noticed at baggage checkin at Atlanta was a scene that had puzzled him a couple of times before. There were a few very attractive women travelling also, alone, which is unusual, and he watched one stand somewhat provocatively by the boarding spot, smiling coolly at each appraising hungry set of male eyes, giving them the brush off over and over until one man stood in front of her holding the blue private coach pass like he carried. They seemed to chat, he was blushing and she was more confident it seemed. She asked him several questions, and after a bit, seemed satisfied with his responses, and smiled taking his arm, to the envy of many other travellers. Okay, he thought, she wanted to ride in a private salon then instead of the 2 across seating in regular passenger coach. Was she a hooker? It seems like several richer looking and more studly passengers had been rejected in favor of this unprepossessing man, looking, he had to admit, somewhat like himself. The voluptuous woman in her heels towered over him by several inches. He followed them out of curiosity since they were getting on the same car. They paused by 512, and he opened it. He was across and down in 518. They went in with her smiling broadly.
He didn't get it! Since he had time, he walked through the car and out again, and got back in line, this time holding out his blue pass ostentatiously. There were a couple other very attractive women in similar poses, either being avidly checked out or for some reason studiously ignored with a trace of hostility.
One woman was very hot looking, but also somewhat nervous, he thought. He followed a big white stud carrying a briefcase as they were about to file past her as she appeared to fiddle with a suitcase lock, stalling near the entrance. She was better than hot, big breasts, shapely legs, tight dress. The young man in front of him was the type to make a move and he did, but then, for some reason, snarled some epithet that made the woman's pretty face wilt. Walter was as upset as the woman.
"Excuse me,sir, I don't think there was any call for that!"
Horrifed, he watched as the big man paused, and turned around, and then looked disdainfully down at him. Sneering, he blew out his lips, "Well, little man! Want to dance then, to protect, the lady's honour?" he grinned.
"No," the woman said, taking Walter's arm, "he doesn't, he's sorry, aren't you Sir?"
Blushing and frightened, Walter felt his pulse thready, and stammered a bit, until the young man shook his head and grinned arrogantly and walked off. Standing by the entrance, Walter stood with her, in vast relief.
"I just don't know why he was so angry!"
"Thank you for standing up for me, sir!"
"Oh, how do you do, I'm Walter by the way. Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked hopefully. Beautiful, blonde, classy, he saw her questioning indecision.
"Oh, well," she said, seeing his blue coach ticket, and biting her full upper lip in thought. "I'm Laura, pleased to meet you, Walter! Um, are you going all the way to Baton Rouge?"
"Yes, once a month, business you know!"
"I see, um, travelling with anyone?"
"No, all alone. I'm not married incidentally," not knowing why he even said that.
"Oh, thank you for sharing that, neither am I!" They both laughed, as other travellers went by, and it was getting close to departure time.
"Um, excuse me, but there's plenty of room in my cabin if you'd like to share. Um, no strings, you know, if...well...!" She smiled but looked dubious.
Walter was hoping against hope she wasn't a hooker but it was getting more likely now.
"I really don't know, Walter, are you a 'friend?'"
That kind of threw him, he wondered. If she was a hooker he expected something like a price and then he would have politely declined, although he was super attracted to her lush body. Prostitutes always scared and intimidated him, and on top of that left him unsatisfied.
"Well, "he smiled, "sure, I'd like to be your friend!"
"Yes, but," she looked around and leaned forward, and lowered her voice "you know, a 'Friend', an FBE?"
"An FBE? Is that like the FBI?" He smiled, and she blushed, and leaned forward enough to whisper, brushing his chest with her big breasts.
"No, Walter, Friend of the Black Experience!" she whispered in his ear, looking earnestly at his face for the answer.
He swallowed, looking at her, remembering that phrase, and then saw her little silver medallion around her slim white neck, so obvious now for anyone to see, like that brute in front of him. OBEAH! She was a coalburner!
He blushed then, and she smiled at his reaction, as he nodded. "Oh sure, I'm an FBE. Ah, they call it febber where I come from," he added lamely.
"Really?" she replied uncertainly, and looked him up and down, "to tell the truth I thought you might be a friend but your'e not flying any flags or pins!"
"Oh, well, um, I, ah, forgot it! Maybe, actually, I lost it. Have to get another in Baton Rouge!"
"Well, this is only my third trip like, well, this, Walter. I'd love to ride with you, but, well, you know my boyfriend gets on in Coleridge, and well, we planned on having a party!" She whispered, "I haven't seen Tyrone in almost a month!"
"Oh,sure, of course!" What was this, he thought, going along with her.
"And, well, you know what I mean then?" she asked dubiously.
"Well, naturally, I mean my exwife is living with her own um, Tyrone!"
"Oh," she smiled, "your wife went black on you then? That's so common among the 'friends!'" He blushingly nodded, and she moved closer.
"That's very sweet of you, Walter, I wish you had said that right away. I thought that blonde man had a flag but it was a Rotary Club. My girlfriend Pam will think I'm such a dunce when I tell her," she giggled. "I'd be very happy to ride with you to Baton Rouge, Walter, shall we get on?"
"Oh yes," he said, making her smile wider. He reached down and lifted her bag, and strained because it was so heavy and followed her shapely swishing bottom onto the train, and directed her to his compartment. Getting inside and putting the suitcase down on a padded bench, she looked around, checked out the tiny little bathroom attached, and he remained standing.
"Please, put it on the bed, Walter, I need a few things!" Putting it on the bed mean't he had to fold down the bed, which was really just a twin, and grunted as he lifted the suitcase on it.
"This is nice, kind of like the last trip I took! We girls certainly can't afford it, and of course our boyfriends, well, you know...!"
He was mesmerized as she casually unzipped the back of her dress and slipped it off, standing in only bikini bottoms, hose and garters, and a very low cut bra, exposing her puscious pink curves.
"Walter, is this your first time doing the train service? I mean I need to know a little about you, because Tyrone will be boarding in less than an hour!"
"Well, ah, yes, in fact. I heard about it, (he lied) at a OBEAH chatgroup!"
"Really, which was it?" she asked, looking sideways at him. This time he didn't have to lie and named several, making her nod in approval. "But, this isn't your first ride on this train then?"
"Oh no, I go every month, business meeting!"
"I wish I did!" She pouted, sitting down and crossing her shapely legs. "I have to be very careful. My ex-husband would go crazy about me being a Black Man's woman. Normally Tyrone and I only get together for little bits of time, that's why it's such a nice thing your'e doing for us!"
"Um, well, thank you, I'm very glad I did!"
"And I didn't want to leave it to chance to find a Friend at the station, but the sissy I had thought would be there had a last minute problem. And all the tickets were bought for compartments as usual."
"Yes, I buy a year pass!"
"Oh, I can't afford it, and my ex husband's lawyer would see a red flag if I did anyway!"
"Um, would you like me to call for drinks or something?"
"Perhaps later would be nice!"
"Sure," he said, trying not gape at her body, but having to cross his legs because of his incipient boner trying to push its way up. He hadn't even removed his suit jacket.
"Anyway, you do know this is called the BlackBAll Express?"
"Ah, I hadn't heard that one!" He smiled.
"Oh yes, for years now in the compartments and sleepers. My mother trysted with a big black man on a trip once. I was only 10 but I remember it very well."
"I, um, didn't know that!"
"Oh yes, this train is really history, Walter. I always feel excited just boarding it, the powerful big black engine surging down the track, (giggle) and thinking of all the white women disrobing in front of their Friends, waiting for that little knock on the compartment door! Of course a few are the women's husbands. It would have been so nice and convenient if my ex had supported me this way. Did you support your wife when she went Black?"
"Ah, well, at first, I had trouble with it, but then, (realizing he hadn't ever told anyone before about this) came to enjoy it!"
"That's very sweet, I can see you'd be a very good sissy, Walter! But, um the reason I'm asking these questions is because I don't know how far you go!"
"Ah, well, I'm very, um, adaptable, I'm sure!"
"I mean, my girlfriend Pam got me doing this. She's still married and has several black lovers, and her hubby is totally sissified. Tyrone and I really enjoy having a sissy perform maid service, and you don't mind, do you? I mean if you do, it can be like, well... At first, Tyrone and I enjoyed making out heavy in front of a white boy, you know getting them all worked up. He liked me to tease them, like the way your'e looking at me right now, (giggle)"
"Oh, um, sorry, I...!"
"No, it's fine! I love teasing white boys! I love making making out with a big black man right in front of white boys, it's so liberating! And the first time I did this it was with a man who just watched us. We let him masturbate when we were finished." She smiled at that. "On his knees of course. Tyrone likes to put whiteboys in their place!"
"Oh, (he groaned, his cock stiffening) wow!"
"But the next trip, we met our first Friend! A lot like you, Walter, in fact, that's why I'm so pleased this one turned out like this. He was very sweet and when I began to undress he asked me if we wanted him in his maid outfit!"
"He had a maid's uniform?"
"Oh yes,(giggle) very daring, and he made a sweet looking femme, too, just like you, in fact you'd be an even better girl, Walter, if you don't mind my saying it. No beardline at all and so slim and small and delicate!"
"Ah, um, th-thank you!"
"And Tyrone just loved having our own tv maid. The man was called Mark, and we called him Missy, and we just did everything. We just loved training him, and we really did, too."
"Oh, that's really, hot!" He said sincerely.
"Anyway, Walter, I know your'e not a physical type macho man, (giggle), but Tyrone is a huge, big, strong Black man, very proud, and (sigh) dominant! I'm afraid that unless I can make some changes, it would be wiser if you left us alone in here!"
He didn't want to leave, the sight of her delicious curves, and the expectation of seeing so much more! "Pl-please, let me stay, I-I really want to!"
"Well," she paused, pursing her full lips, "you promise to do everything you're told, by me and Tyrone?"
"Oh, y-yes," he replied weakly, a slight trace of hesitation.
"Well, first, we just have to make a change to your appearance, Walter. I don't suppose you have a maid outfit in your bag, no, I didn't think so. Here, why don't you just undress now and I'll think of what we can do?"
"Y-you, want me to,...?"
"Strip! Yes, Walter, I mean you just promised to do what your'e told! And don't worry, your'e not alone, (she smiled) because I bet in most of the compartments is a naked white man on his knees right about now. Isn't that nice?"
(Continued)
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