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darling," he said as he spanked my
ass.
    A few more thrusts and I came. My body shook violently as
the contractions in my pussy rocked it. He was still pumping into me and his
grunts were an indicator that he was going to cum again. A minute later he
still hadn't cum and it seemed to be taking forever. A final violent thrust
caused him to dig his nails even harder into my hips. He poured shot after shot
of cum deep inside my pussy. He withdrew from me and began to get dressed.
    "There is a bathroom inside there you can clean up
before you go. You have been punished enough," he pointed to a door across
the room.
    I stood up and went to clean up. Ten minutes later I came
out and April handed me my purse and my phone. All the contents were there. She
escorted me back to the casino where I found my friends waiting for me. I
turned around and swung my hand towards her face. The force of my slap sent her
sprawling down to the floor.
    "Oh my God Tanya! What the hell!" one of my
friends asked in shock.
    "I'll explain once we get outta here," I said as I
rushed towards the casino exit.

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    As a black woman, I love strong men, especially strong white men. It's no
wonder I was glued to the screen every time "Spartacus", the
addictive TV show, came on air. Those men appeared to be so strong and the way
they fought with their swords just made me feel like I could just get into the
TV screen and grab one of them for myself.
    Since I could not get one of the men on Spartacus, I decided
to go for my gym instructor, Mr. Jonnes. He was strong and had very big biceps.
He was charming too even though I wouldn't describe him as drop dead gorgeous.
There were better looking men out there but he had sexual appeal and that is
what mattered to me.
    So anyway, I was at Jonnes' place and he had made some
wonderful pot roast. We sat in front of the fire place on the carpet, sipping
on some red wine. It wasn't exactly a Chteau Margaux but it was good enough. He
wasn't much of a talker so most of the time I was doing the talking. I hoped
that the wine would help loosen him up but instead I was just getting drunk.
    I grew tired of the silence so I got up and began flexing.
"Do you know I was once a body builder?"
    Jonnes burst out laughing. "You?" he looked me
over and burst out laughing again.
    I frowned. I flexed my right bicep and asked him to touch
it. He stood up and touched it with his fore finger and thumb.
    "Hey, that is pretty impressive."
    I smiled. "You see? Now show me your guns."
    He shied away. "I don't think so."
    "Come on," I pleaded. "Show me your muscles."
    He sighed and reluctantly flexed his left bicep. I touched
it with both and was pretty amazed that my two hands couldn't go all the way
around it.
    "Wow," I said impressed. "My hands can't even
go around it. Flex the other one."
    "Scarlet…" he began to protest but I insisted.
    "Alright," he agreed and flexed his right bicep. I
giggled when his bicep pushed my hands apart. As a joke, he contracted and
relaxed his bicep. I squealed and laughed. He was so much bigger than me and I
couldn't help but notice that as he flexed he kept on staring at my boobs.
    I was flattered considering how much I paid for the little
black dress. It was short and barely covered my ass. I have average size tits
so I wore a push up bra for extra cleavage.
    Jonnes sat down and continued to sip on his wine. I really
didn't know what it took to seduce him. He was so stiff and rigid. Wasn't the
wine getting to his head? I pretended that the fire was dwindling down so I
added more logs that he had placed right next to the fire place.
    I bent over making sure he could see my ass. I lingered a
bit trying to see if I could elicit a reaction from him. He still didn't
respond. I didn't despair. After all the evening was still young. I still had
time to seduce him  and get him to shove his dick inside me.
    I sat back down beside him and asked him to pour me another
glass of wine. It tipped my glass a little as