She went straight to the shower area and checked in the mirror. Her spiky hair was still stiff but her eye shadow was smudged. Urgently she searched the drawers for more cosmetics and began repairing her looks.
"So, now you know what I like?"
She licked the tip of a tissue and wiped away some stray lip stick.
"You like to be sucked, especially on the tip. And you like to give it to a girl doggy fashion." She looked back at him over one shoulder. "And you're not too careful which tunnel you drill."
H let out a broad laugh and pointed to a chair opposite. She sat in it, back upright, legs together.
"And what if I want my end sucked now?"
She smiled seductively. "Then you would get it."
"And back door access?"
"Whatever," she cooed. "Whenever."
"How about now?"
Susan rose from the chair, turned her back to him and pulled the thong to one side. Then she knelt up on the seat and pushed back her bottom, her thick sex lips squashed between her curved thighs.
In a moment he had removed all his clothes but made no attempt to go over to her. Instead he dropped down onto the settee and beckoned to her. When she stood by the side of him he lifted one leg, leaving her in no doubt that his semi-turgid prick required her attention. She leant forward and slipped the black member between her lips, running her tongue around it before beginning the familiar bobbing of the head that signified a cock firm enough to fuck a willing mouth.
"Underneath!"
Susan withdrew his prick from her mouth before slipping her tongue along its length to seek out his balls. She felt his fine pouch hairs brush her face as her tongue travelled over the tight straining sac in search of his anus, finding its salty bud with the tip. The sweat from a day's work mingled with a myriad other odours while the powerful flavours of his arse assailed her delicate tongue.
"Keep going," he instructed, wallowing in the sensations of the skilful tongue reaming him. The more obvious reaction to such feelings were to hold the woman's head in place, but that denied control, and control was what the black man was exercising. Susan would have to keep at her task until he removed her from it. He knew that, and from her actions so did she. He dropped his head over the arm of the settee, allowing her wet probing muscle to pleasure him further.
She was good!
Almost too late he realised his spunk was half way up his rod. A few more flicks of her tongue and he was going to fire the lot.
"That's enough," he said. "Sit in the chair."
She stopped on command and returned to the seat, adopting the same posture as before. He pulled himself up on one elbow and with his free hand began slowly pumping his meat. Sweat bubbled on his brow and his breath became irregular.
"Legs up."
She complied.
"Knees apart."
Her swollen lips were split by the thong's thin leather lace as she slipped down in the chair.
"Nice," he said in a low whisper. "You know what you're going to get, don't you?"
Susan nodded.
"Take off the underwear."
She folded the tiny garments as best she could and placed them on a small black coffee table.
"Kneel."
He rose and towered above her, his bloated cock inches from her face, the black painted lips complementing the dark skin of the shaft. She considered kissing it, but if he hadn't said it was better to wait.
The black man stepped back and admired her perfectly smooth mons, the puffy sex bags clearly visible below it. Susan didn't have large tits, but they were firm and well shaped and he stepped forward to take a handful of the creamy flesh. His large hands pulled at her breasts while powerful fingers gripped each nipple, pinching and squeezing them, leaving her in no doubt that it wasn't a matter of giving but of taking.
"On the settee," he ordered. "Arse up, face down."
She'd seen enough of him in action to realise this was going to be it. Climbing on the settee she assumed the position for fucking. He didn't join her straight away. He pulled a hidden lever and the settee folded down to form a bed, then he climbed behind her and positioned himself between her legs, opening wide the cheeks of her bottom.
He licked his finger and dipped it into her cunt, undecided what to do first. She was welcoming and wet and he felt her push back against his probing digit. Just when she thought he had chosen, he pushed another finger in her arse. Unprepared for it, the intrusion made her jump. That was a mistake. Noting the impressive length and girth of his cock she had endeavoured to keep him out of her backside and up the right tube. That involuntary nervous tremor would have told him that, and, she knew from experience, making the girl pay was what made these men tick.
The tap of blunt cock against her bum hole confirmed her fears. There was no protection against his invasion. The tight sphincter began to give as the black pole squeezed its way slowly inside, his bullying glans forcing a yelp as her arse muscle gave way to its entry.
Susan pushed her face into the leather and bit it and grimaced. Her body shook in time to the pounding from his hips and she steadied herself for the flood. It wasn't long in coming. Withdrawing quickly he took great delight in holding up her legs and watching the cum leak from her bottom. After that he had her clean him up with her tongue, ready for the rest of the night.
Within half an hour he had plugged every orifice in her luscious body before taking time out to rest. She had surpassed his expectations, been willing and eager. That kind of obedience required reward, and as soon as he recovered he would give it to her, again and again. He pointed to his slippery prick, gleaming with juice from both bodies.
She smiled and dipped her head.
Her obedience was total.
Susan awoke in the early hours to the gentle touch of his hand running softly the length of her back and onto her bottom. He continued his caresses while she lay in a semi-trance-like sleep. He had kept her on her back or knees for several hours, impaled on his impressive prick until, unable to stand it any longer, she had succumbed to exhaustion.
Apart from the initial arse fucking at the beginning, it had not really been unpleasant. She rolled over onto her back like a puppy hoping to have its tummy rubbed. He obliged with tender hands that lightly caressed her breasts then moved gently down to her soft nude split.
"Thirsty?"
Susan nodded and he jumped from the bed to go to the fridge. Taking two bottles of Budweiser over to the patio windows he sat on the floor and motioned for her to join him. The room was lit by a dimmed spotlight that reflected in the glass. Outside it was pitch dark, although a few lights sparkled like diamonds on a velvet cloth across the other side of the valley.
Looking at the distant lights, Susan couldn't help thinking of happy families. Children full of cocoa and wrapped in flannelette pyjamas tucked up in bed, husbands and wives watching the late night movie curled up on the settee, the dying coals fading in the hearth. For a fleeting moment in her life it had all seemed so possible. But that was before her dreams had faded in a cloud of diesel on that lonely road.
She let out a deep sigh.
"I just thought there was no-one else out there."
Looking out into the night the black man drank from his bottle.
"There isn't," he said calmly. "Not for you." He got up and opened the patio door, the chill night air rushing in to raise her nipples with an icy tingle.
"Are you going to keep me?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"On how well you please me. Or until something better comes along."
From her treatment so far Susan felt he was the best Driver she had been with. It was better the devil you knew than the one you didn't. She was obviously going to have to do her utmost to keep him happy.
"It's getting cold." He closed the door and went back to the television where he searched for a video.
"Did I please you tonight?" she asked, walking across and sitting on the bed. "I'll try harder if I didn't."