After Hours

At around 2 a.m., Carrie awoke to Dee tugging her pants and underwear off. The older black woman had obviously done this before, pulling Carrie around into a sitting position. Dee always broke in her bitches this way. Give them head a few times, then settle in as a pure top. She hoped this would be her last bitch. And her first wife.

Carrie let her thighs splay open, revealing her shaven sex to Dee.

"Mmm, real nice baby," Dee whispered, leaning in and pushing her tongue down to delve into Carrie's ass crack. Carrie moaned, and Dee reached up, clamping her hand on Carrie's mouth.

"Real quiet baby," she whispered, tongue Carrie's asshole for awhile before moving up to suck on Carrie's clit. Carrie rocked against Dee as the black woman expertly ate her pussy.

Carrie had never had sex with a woman before. She'd had some makeout sessions in high school and college, sure. But never been ate by one. She thought you'd been good at eating pussy, but this...this was nirvana. She gritted her teeth, cumming, as Dee slurped a little more noisily at her pussy, and then froze before continuing. Carrie realized then that Dee was nowhere near done. But soon, she'd be expected to perform as well. She couldn't wait.