When I wound up giving Master head after our first date, he started to expect it.
We’d go to a movie or he’d tip the doorman at a club and we’d go dancing (he had to sneak me in because I was still in high school). About midnight, he’d get this smile on his face when he looked at me and I’d know he was ready to leave. Sometimes, we’d drive to a secluded spot and I’d blow him in the car. When his roommate wasn’t home we’d go to his apartment, but regardless, I’d wind up with his big cock in my mouth and him teasing me about what a “good white cocksucker” his girlfriend was.
Later, he started picking me up after school so I could “help a brotha out..” Before he moved on to another slut, I must blown him a thousand times and swallowed gallons of his cum. I got quite a reputation among his friends for my skills at oral sex. I learned to love being known as the white girl who knows how to give a blow job.
Master was so proud of me that he’d share me with his friends from time to time. Once, I spent Super Bowl Sunday at his apartment and wound up blowing five gorgeous black guys. I still can’t believe I swallowed that much cum! I’m dating a white boy now, but I still can’t forget Master. I loved pleasing him.
