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Otis was my older lover - Over 70 - who made me spend literally hundreds of hours kneeling between his legs; developing my oral skills on his long thick cock - that got amazingly hard for his age - and his deliciously thick balls. If I showed up and he had a friend or two over, he would be extra demanding - like he had to make sure they knew I was his little white married sub. When his friends were around, the racial remarks were theme of his comments and demands toward me.
Common things like making me ask (beg) for his cock...to let me suck it and suck his balls and tongue his ass and give him all over massages.
Not everything was sexual, he would sometimes just give me things to do around the house or errands to run for him. One time he had me go down and straighten out a mess he had going with his retirement account. Ended up having to talk to the bank administrator, which looked like a typical straight-laced numbers nerd. When he asked me how I am related, I smiled real big and said, "I'm his girlfriend!" I saw him looking at my big wedding ring and nervously back at his paperwork. The next time he looked at me I winked at him and said, "My husband knows" He nodded his head and smiled. After that he couldn't get me out of his office fast enough!
Otis also liked to make Tom wait for me. Sometimes he would make him wait in the driveway, and other times he would have him drop me off and tell him he would call when it's time to come get me. This usually included Tom coming in the house and me giving him a kiss. Nearly every time I had just tossed Otis' salad or sucked his dick, or if he had friends over I may have sucked one or all of their dicks, too; and he would make me give Tom a big, wet tongue kiss.
He knew he was being clowned, but that shit turns his twisted little ass on, too.
Otis is gone, but I can still hear his deep voice: "Suck it dry, DeeAnna, you're a good little cock-sucking slut!" and he would always follow that up with instructions on how he wanted me to kiss and lick and suck him; and calling me his little cum sucking whore. He always made sure that I knew I was there for his pleasure, not mine.
Tom "filled in" for me when I wasn't available and once when i was sick, or when Otis told him to; for control and humiliation purposes.
Otis didn't fuck me often, he liked having me on my knees between his legs, looking up at him. When he did fuck me he would last FOREVER and I would leave raw, sore and walking like I had a corn cob up my ass from his relentless poundings! He was thick at the base of his cock and when he "bottomed out" it would take my breath away most times. My favorite from that position is when he would pull my hair, and hold me by the shoulders, or reach around and maul my tits. He liked putting the nipples in his palms and squeezing hard, while he fucked me hard! It was the ultimate combination of pain and pleasure for me!
Otis would spank me in that position, too. Sometimes while he was fucking me and other times when he was just holding me there with that delicious cock buried to the hilt. His favorite was getting me bent over or in some submissive position and play with me while spanking me. It usually started with a long hard spanking that left me raw, then playing with me and, if someone was there, letting them play; while letting me know what a nasty whore I am.
He was the first one to tell me that I should have married a black man, because "That's black man's pussy, DeeAnna, nothing else will make that kitten purr!" That, of course, has proven to be absolutely true!
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