C

I met C while I was in college.  He just happened to be around me when I was just realizing that I might be attractive.  He is/was of course married.  I didn’t care about that because I wanted to be his friend even though, I knew he secretly wanted to fuck me.  After we developed a little rapport he told me he wanted to taste me and made quite a few comments in that realm whenever he was around.  I ate that shit up but I had no feelings of swapping any kind of bodily fluid with him.  I didn’t crave the attention and the feeling of power because that’s exactly what he gave me, power.  I had access to him day and night.  He would come over to my house and drink and watch television and give me more power.  Eventually, I decided to fuck him.
  I was 22 at the time and he may have been in his late 40s. He was a prominent, white business man in his town and I was a young, black woman. 

It had scandal written all over it.

Nevertheless, we delved into a hot and messy affair.  The more I gave in, the deeper he got.  The deeper he got, the more powerful I became.  I was able to call this man’s phone in the middle of his dinner and he would indulge me.  We were so wrapped up in the act that no one had time to worry about getting caught.
C would come into my apartment, take his shoes and ring off and eat my pussy until I was over it.  Finally, I was just too curious as to why he didn’t fuck me.  He seemed like he wanted to, he’ll,  he even said as much.  But….. He couldn’t.  His dick would stay hard long enough for two pumps and then he would furiously stroke it with the dumbest look on his face.  I began to be disgusted by him and our whole situation.

I stopped calling him and he would just show up at my house with gifts and other shit.  I pulled away and he moved closer. 

Ultimately, I had to threaten to tell people about us so he would leave me alone.  He did say something to me that has stuck through the years.

He said :You don’t want to be mixed up in my life and you could care less about my wife.  You won’t tell because it would require you to deal with me on an intimate level and you don’t want any part of that.  You’re the perfect fuck.

He was right.  I adore a nice pink dick but always at a safe distance.  That thing is as deadly as a Viper.

Intro

Let me start this with the statement that I plan to be honest. I DID NOT have the intention of being a mistress,in any form. But, I also have to say that I am built for it. I don’t mean a bombshell body or the prettiest face. I mean guts,balls, audacity. Any of that shit a typical mistress may lack. Also, I learned from my husband’s tryst what went wrong and how that idiotic bitch could have had a comfortable life,on my dime.
I am a typical woman and I never went into my marriage thinking my husband would betray me. In fact, I would have bet anything that I would have been the one to set the backstabbing tone. I have never been faithful in any relationship that I had ever had until I met my husband. He was different and I gave up my wandering ways for him. Then he decided that he was bored, hurt, misunderstood, let down, and pissed. He proceeded to fuck a girl 6 years younger than me (I was in my mid twenties at the time) and literally awoke a beast.