Ms. K breaks your mind a little

As you cum over and over on Ms. K's black plastic cock, you here her voice hissing into your ear, reminding you "pleasure and black cock are the same. Never forget how you feel right now whitegirl and the part black cock played in it."

You can feel the black pattern around your neck pulsing as she gives you an order, and you dimly recognize that you'll never forget how good this feels for the rest of your life.

You don't remember much after that however; the pleasure builds too much, and you eventually pass out to the ecstatic sensation of your tight pink pussy being fucked.

The world seems like a different place when you awaken. Before, you were still thinking about how to undo what Ms. K has done to you, and maybe even how to become as hung as the Mandingo Club men so you can be a man in your wife's eyes again.

Now though, any thought relating to sex or cocks leads directly to the perfectly vivid memory of orgasming incessantly as a thick black strap-on fucked your pussy. You're immediately soaked, and start thinking on how you'll re-achieve that state as soon as possible.

You've been left on the couch in Ms. K's house, so you seek her out, only to find her relaxing on the porch outside.

"Up, are you?" Ms. K smirks as she sees the **** expression on your face, then dashes your hopes with a seemingly idle, but clearly calculated comment. "Deflowering your little snatch was fun, but I'm really more a fan of cock myself. Maybe I'll feel like another round with you in a month or two."

You think again of yesterday, and your pussy drips with need. You need a thick, black cock-shaped object in you more than you've ever needed anything...