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The first week Dee got accustomed to her new job.  So far, it was mainly getting coffee for Patrick, answering her work cell phone and taking messages, getting to know which clients Patrick deemed important and which he blew off on occasion.  She did notice that her first judgment of him was correct; he was very arrogant, demanding, and could be an asshole; not to her so much but to others.  He treated his employees very well however but tolerated very few mistakes.  She made a rather important mistake with one of their more important clients and after Patrick chastised her for it she just wanted to go home and cry.  He was very professional in his discipline of her and was never out of line, but he had a way of making people feel terrible when they made mistakes.  He was very demanding and always in control and domineering.  More than a few times he called her late at night or very early in the morning to remind her of something or make a schedule change.  Patrick intimidated her more than a little. 

It was on her business trip to New York City with Patrick that she saw how ruthless he could be in business and how demanding and how skilled a negotiator he was.  He had her attend every meeting with him and in just that one week she learned more about business than she ever learned in her college classes.  She also learned he did truly have connections and was impressed.  She felt pride in being his close personal assistant when a federal congressman in one of the meetings called Patrick “Sir” out of respect and even a little fear of what her boss could do and accomplish with just a phone call.

Then there was the out-of-work Patrick.  He was a different person.  He had a great sense of humor and was utterly charming.  Sometimes after work hours, he would come out of his office and sit in a chair and just talk to her and Nancy about inconsequential topics.  And while in New York City he took Dee shopping and she picked out a dress, one that he approved of after she tried on several, and then told her he had a private lunch with a former Marine buddy.  He gave her his American Express Black card and told her to buy some new shoes and other accessories to go with the dress and joked about her trying to keep it under ten thousand dollars.  Later that night, he took her to dinner and they rode in a limo to Broadway and saw Wicked.  It was an incredible night for Dee, a girl who never had left the state of Georgia and now she was flying on private jets, meeting powerful men and women of business and federal and state congressman and senators and seeing a Broadway show.  

As the first month went by and then the second Dee got much better at her job, there was more travel; once to Washington DC, once to San Diego.  Once she went to Los Vegas with Patrick when he went for a pleasure trip for a reunion with his Marine Corps unit he served with in Afghanistan and Iraq.  He gave her three thousand dollars in cash for the casinos and told her to have fun.  She lost it in an hour and decided gambling was not for her.  His clients found her very efficient and charming and more than a few made passes at her, once the wife of a federal congressman even gave Dee her a room key and told her she got a room for the night and they could be alone, Dee politely declined the offer.  A couple of them even tried to "steal her away" and wanted her to work for them.

Patrick had no vices that Dee could see and she would have known because she spent most of her day and half the night sometimes with him or in close proximity to him.  He was not a big drinker, did not gamble when they went to Vegas, and never dated.  Patrick worked long hours and went home.  The only relaxation he seemed to have was his morning workout at the gym before he came into work.

It was after one of those workouts that Dee realized she was very attracted to her boss or admitted to herself she was.  She realized she had always been attracted to him the first night she saw him at the fundraiser but would not admit it to herself.  That was why she felt annoyed and angry at him without knowing him. 

One morning she walked into his office to bring him his coffee and he was standing in the middle of his office in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.  He had just gotten out of the shower in his office bathroom.  Dee almost dropped the coffee as she could not help but stare at him.  Patrick had a great body, a body Dee liked on men.  He was toned and muscular like an Olympic swimmer's body and his abs were very well defined.  His black chest hairs looked soft and fine, unlike the thick coarse chest hairs of the black men she had been with.  Dee noticed some jagged scars on Patrick’s left shoulder.  She then remembered reading that he was wounded while in Iraq and assumed that was the cause of the scarring.  He just smiled at her nonchalantly and Dee recovered her composure and placed his coffee on his desk and hurried out of the office.  She was flustered and aroused and it hit her she had not had sex in over two months.  Well fuck me; I am attracted to a white man.  She thought when she realized she had a major crush on her boss.

Over the next weeks, Dee's attraction to her boss became more intense.  Dee's job required her to work long hours and always be close to Patrick and to be at his beck and call when he needed her.  She even stayed later and when she was not with him she would wish he would call her; needing something just so she could see him.  Patrick did nothing to encourage her infatuation of him; he was always strictly professional and business-like and never made a pass at her or even a simple mild flirtation.  

Dee could not understand why she had such a crush on Patrick.  Besides being white and older he was not typically the type of man she was attracted to.  Dee liked masculine, assertive men, but Patrick was beyond that.  He was very arrogant, controlling, domineering, and could be a complete asshole at times; but Dee found herself very turned on by that.  When she made a mistake or disappointed him in even small ways and he would correct her or chastise her it made her feel terrible.  A few times, she disappointed him and even in the more severe mistakes, she would run to the bathroom and cry after he “called her out” in his office.  Dee hated herself for crying; she was not a timid, weak-willed person.  Dee was confident, self-assured, willful, and could be stubborn at times.  She could not understand or explain to herself why her boss made her feel so weak, timid, even insecure, and demure.     

Many nights, she would go home and tell Felicia her boss was the worse, arrogant, white son of a bitch, asshole she ever met.  Felicia would laugh at her and tell her and tease her that she was crushing on her boss. 

There was also the effect he had on her when she did things correctly.  Dee would get a warm thrilling feeling when Patrick would compliment her on her job or when she would overhear him talking to others and praise her and the job she did.  She got all “warm and fuzzy” feelings knowing that she pleased him and worked extra hard just for that verbal praise from Patrick. 

Dee would get sexually aroused when she observed Patrick in his business meetings and negotiations.  The power he had and the confidence he exuded and when needed to the ruthlessness of how he negotiated turned her on.  She knew it was awful of her but Dee got very aroused when Patrick would become a tyrant in a negotiation meeting.  She often thought about calling Darius for a random hook-up but then would dismiss the thought and end up masturbating in her bed before she fell asleep.  All her recent masturbation fantasies involved Patrick.  She did not want another man. 

Then there was the jealousy she felt when other women paid attention to him and there was a lot of that going on.  Patrick was very handsome, very wealthy, and very powerful so women wanted him.  Younger, older, married, single, various races, just all types of women flirted with him.  Dee was surprised when he would politely ignore their advances but she was also relieved.  She once thought he may be gay but Nancy told her once that Patrick dated a woman for about a long time but the relationship ended nine months before Dee came to work for him.  Dee asked what the other girl was like and all Nancy could tell her was she was very beautiful but not much else was known about her because she was very shy and never came into the office and liked to keep to herself.     

There was one occasion when during the day a tall pretty blonde woman who looked about Patrick’s age burst into the waiting area where Dee and Nancy's desk was.  She was about five-seven in height, had long dirty blonde hair, thin with average-sized breasts for her height and her butt was small but shapely in the jeans she wore.  Dee recognized the blonde as the woman in the pictures she saw online.  Trailing behind her was another female; she was also white and looked to be about Dee's age maybe younger and very petite with shoulder-length, slightly curly strawberry blonde hair that was more red than blonde.  She was also very attractive but more in a cute and adorable innocent way.  

"Is he in?"  The blonde lady asked Nancy.  She sounded angry.

“Yes, Renee but…”

The tall blonde did not wait for Nancy to finish and motioned for the smaller girl to have a seat in the lobby area and burst into Patrick’s office and slammed the door and the yelling started.

Nancy looked at the other girl, who sat down and immediately pulled out her phone and was focusing on it.  “He’s in a foul mood today, Sarah.”

Sarah looked up and smiled at Nancy as she rolled her eyes, “You have no idea.”

“Do you need anything, dear?”

"No thank you," Sarah replied very politely and went back to her phone.

Dee heard the yelling but with the door closed it was muffled and she could not make out what was being said.  About fifteen minutes later the blonde came out of the office and Sarah immediately jumped to her feet.

"Nancy, your boss is an asshole,"  she told the older woman as she handed Sarah what appeared to be a check.  Sarah took it and placed it in the portfolio folder she was carrying.

“I have heard him be called worse.  I have called him worse and I am sure Dee has also,” Nancy laughed.

The blonde turned her attention to Dee; it was the first time she even noticed the black girl. 

"Oh yes, his new personal assistant,"  Renee's eyes roamed over Dee's body in a way that made the black girl blush.  "Aren't you a pretty one?"  She commented and turned her attention to Sarah, "Come along, girl," and with that, they left the office.

“Is that his girlfriend?”  Dee asked Nancy after the two other women left the office.

Nancy chuckled, “Oh gosh, no.  That’s Renee; you will be seeing her often.  She just got back from Europe.  She is the closest thing Patrick has to a best friend.  They have been friends since their freshman year of college and she helped Patrick write the code for a few of his apps.”  Lowered her voice to an almost whisper that Dee barely heard, “She is a lesbian and I think Sarah is her girlfriend but I have not confirmed that yet.”

"Oh," Dee replied.  She was relieved that the tall, very pretty blonde was not Patrick's girlfriend.

On a Friday evening after Dee had been on her job for almost three months, she and Patrick were alone and working late, well Patrick was and she was just at her desk texting her sorority chapter president about some upcoming events to start their school year.  Dee never left the office until Patrick did or until he told her to go home in case he needed her for something.  Patrick came out of the office, Dee put her phone away, and he sat on the edge of her desk. 

“It’s after eight and I am hungry, would you like to go have dinner?”  He asked her.

Dee smiled, “Yes, sir.”  Dee was hungry as well since she skipped lunch.

The two left the office and made their way to the parking garage where Patrick opened his car door for her and Dee got in.  Patrick drove them out of downtown which Dee thought was odd because there were so many places to eat in downtown Macon.

“So where are we eating?”  She asked.

“My house,” He told her.  “I am going to show you my wonderful culinary skills.”  He teased.

"Oh, I can hardly wait.  Maybe we should order a pizza just in case," She teased back.

Patrick laughed and assured her he could cook.  All this time working with Patrick and working as close as they did together, Dee had never seen his house.  It was outside the city in the county and in a very upscale neighborhood.  He pointed out a few houses where people of local notoriety lived including a former MLB pitcher who was originally from Macon.  Patrick’s house was huge and was modeled after an old Southern Plantation home.  It was two stories, white, with large white columns in the front and a large porch that wrapped around the entire home.  The porch was populated by flowers and ferns and the lawn was perfectly landscaped.  The house sat on a large lot and while you could see some of the other houses in the neighborhood, it was pretty well isolated.  While the outside was built to look like a house built in the early 1800s, the inside was completely modern.    

Once inside, Patrick took off his suit jacket and tie and tossed them on a chair in the foyer, and took off his shoes.  Dee followed his cue and removed her heels and she almost fell when her stocking's feet slid on the tile floor.  Dee had taken to wearing thigh highs to work because she thought they were sexy and it gave her a small rush of excitement to think that Patrick would know she was wearing thigh highs.  So far, she did not think it was working.  Dee wanted a tour of the home but Patrick made his way to the kitchen and she followed.

Once in the kitchen, Patrick took a bottle of wine from the wine rack on the counter and handed it to Dee.

"Open this and pour us a glass please; corkscrew is in the top right drawer next to the sink."  Dee nodded and took the bottle as Patrick got two wine glasses down.

As Dee looked at the label and saw it was a Chardonnay and opened the wine and poured it into the glasses Patrick took two thick pieces of wrapped fish from the refrigerator. 

“I know you probably wanted to go out and eat, but I had these swordfish steaks and I needed to cook them before they went bad.  I hate wasting food.”

"Oh, that's fine,"  Dee answered as she took a sip of wine.  "Wine is very good."

Patrick smiled, “Is it?  I am not much a wine connoisseur so I will take your word for it.  All I know is it cost one hundred and fifty bucks a bottle."

Dee laughed, “Well don’t, neither am I.  My experience with wine growing up was limited to Maddog Twenty, Twenty.”

Patrick laughed, “Oh God, they still make that stuff?  Used to give me the worse hangovers.”  

As Patrick cooked the fish on the indoor grill and steamed some seasoned vegetables, he and Dee talked as they finished the bottle of wine.  When she brought up work he told her no work talk; he was tired of work for the day.  While watching him cook dinner she learned more about his life than she had working for him for almost three months.

They talked about growing up and she learned that his youth was not so different than hers, except that he grew up in a poor white trash community and she grew up in a poor black community.  They swapped stories and even tried to outdo one another and Patrick conceded that Dee did have a harder time because she grew up in the black projects versus his white trash neighborhood because while the police harassed both areas, hers at it rougher due to them being black.  He told her stories that involved a younger brother she never knew he had.

“So where is he now?  Your brother?”  she asked as she poured the last of the wine in their glasses and Patrick got plates out of the cabinet.

“Dead,” he said flatly.  “He was shot and killed when he was seventeen.”

"Oh, God.  I am so sorry."

Patrick shrugged, “It was a long time ago.  I was nineteen and in the Corps when it happened.  He got mixed up in drugs and the wrong people and was shot by the police after he and some friends robbed a convenience store.  My mom took it hard, though.  That was her baby.  She started drinking again after that and has not stopped.  I pay for her rehab about twice a year but she always relapses.”    

Dee took a long swallow of her wine, “I am sorry.  Guess white cops do shoot and kill white kids also.”

Patrick smiled at her, “The cop who shot him was black and my brother was not unarmed and he shot at the cop first.  Lawfully speaking it was a clean shooting but still sucked.” 

Dee nodded and finished off her wine as Patrick plated the food and held her glass out suggestively and smiled.  Patrick laughed.

“Maybe you should drink some water or a soda.  Maybe we both should so I will be able to drive you back to your car after we eat.”

Dee gave Patrick a mischievous smile, “You got a big house and I am sure it has at least one guest room.” 

Her boss grinned, “Suit yourself.”  He handed her another bottle of wine.  This one was a red.

“Fish requires a white wine,” Dee teased.

"Do you care?"  Patrick teased back.  Dee shook her head and giggled as she opened the bottle.

They ate in the kitchen on the small dinette table and Dee thought dinner was very good but the vegetables a little too salty.  After dinner, Dee asked for a tour of the house.  It was five bedrooms and three and a half baths.  She noticed that in one of the hallways was a door that was locked with a padlock on the outside and being buzzed from the wine she felt playful.  Dee was a very flirty girl when she had been drinking. 

“Is that where you keep pretty, young, black girls like me captive,” she teased.

Patrick laughed, "No, I keep them in the attic.  That door just leads to the basement.  Nothing special down there."

After the tour, they settled in the living room and Patrick sat on one side of a large leather sofa and Dee sat next to him and pulled the hem of her tight, black skirt down.  Patrick raised his eyebrow at her sitting so close to him.  Dee blushed but feeling the effects of the wine, she was buzzed but not drunk and she was fully aware of what she was doing.  Dee was very aroused sexually by being in Patrick's presence and in such an intimate setting.  She decided she was going to take her chance and if rejected she could always blame the wine.  Without a word, she leaned in and kissed her boss.

Patrick’s first reaction was being stunned but as Dee opened her mouth and ran her tongue seductively over Patrick’s lips he responded.  Patrick adjusted his body to face her more and put his arms around her and kissed her back.  He parted his lips and sucked her tongue inside his mouth causing Dee to give a small whimper of pleasure.  Her passion increased and so did the passion of their kissing and Dee ran her hands over Patrick’s thigh and it crept closer to his crotch.  Patrick pushed it away and broke the kiss.

“Are you sure?”  he asked her. 

Dee nodded, “Yes very sure.  I want to… I have wanted to for a long time now.”

“I thought you did not date white men?”  he teased her as his hand ran up her thigh and under her tight skirt and he started caressing his inner thigh.

Dee moaned at the pleasure and smiled. “Who said this is a date?”  she teased back.  “And you said you don’t date black girls.”  

"No, I said I never dated a black girl,"  he corrected her as his hand slid further up her thigh and then under the waistband of her panties.

Dee spread her legs to allow him access to her pussy and was about to respond with her own verbal teasing but instead, a loud moan escaped her mouth as Patrick's finger went inside her.

"Fuck, Dee, you are so wet,"  Patrick said as he twisted his finger inside her.  “I hope it’s me and not the wine.” He gave her that arrogant, cocky smile that used to irritate her so much but now turned her on.

“Ohhh, God… it's… it’s you,” she moaned out. 

“Lean back and spread your legs some more and unbutton your blouse,”  he told her in a commanding tone.

"Patrick… please… please kiss me… ohh God, that feels so good,"  Dee said but she leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs wider apart.  "Please… I want you to kiss me… I want…. Ohhh, fuck!"  she cried out as he slid another finger inside her.

"Unbutton your blouse," he told her again.

As Patrick used his fingers inside her, Dee unbuttoned her dark red blouse and opened it up for him.  Under her blouse, she wore a red lacy sheer bra and Patrick could see her dark breasts and even darker nipples that were erect.  Dee moaned out again as Patrick's fingers twisted and thrust inside her.  She wanted him to kiss her desperately.  Dee loved kissing.  

“Nice bra.  Do the panties match?”  he asked her and drove his fingers deep into her pussy, teasing her.

“OHHH fuck… ohhh God, yes… yes they… ohh, they match.”  She reached out to touch Patrick’s thigh and to feel his cock, she wanted to feel if it was hard and if she turned him on as much as he was arousing her, but he pushed her hand away once more. 

“Lift up your bra,” he told her.  Dee lifted her bra above her breasts.  “How long has it been since you got fucked.”  It was not a question. 

Dee moaned out again, even in his foreplay Patrick seemed to be an arrogant ass but it was turning Dee on.  “It’s…oh, please, Patrick… please kiss me.”  Her voice now had a slightly pleading sound to it. 

"In due time.  You need to learn patience.  That's why I never dated a girl as young as you.  They don't have the patience to enjoy the pleasures that foreplay can give you.  I will teach you patience.  Now, how long ago?"

"OHHH fuck… fuck… that feels so good,” Dee cried out as Patrick slipped yet a third finger inside her.  “Months… I… ohhh God... Patrick… been… been months.  Since I started…. ohh dear God… since I started working for you.” 

Patrick smiled and removed his fingers from her pussy and Dee gave a whimper of disappointment as her white boss brought his hand up and showed her his fingers.  They were wet and sticky from her sex fluids.  Dee was surprised how slick the man’s white fingers were; he was right when he said her pussy was very wet.  He then placed them on her mouth and traced them along her lips.

"Open your mouth," he told her and she did and Patrick placed his fingers in the young black girl’s mouth.

Dee sucked them and licked them; while she never tasted herself after she masturbated she had no problem with tasting herself in such a manner.  Dee rather enjoyed the taste of her own sticky fluids on a man’s fingers.   

“Have you gotten yourself off during that time?  Have you masturbated?”  he asked her as she sucked his fingers like a little penis.

Dee was embarrassed by the question and a small part of her wanted to get up and leave, but mostly she found herself aroused even more by the humiliating question he asked her.  She just blushed and nodded her head as she sucked on his fingers.  Dee glanced down at Patrick’s waist in hopes of seeing his erect penis but the way he was sitting and the looseness of his slacks she could not see his erection, but surely, he had to be aroused. 

“Such a shame.  You need to learn more self-control.  It would have made the orgasm I am about to give you much more enjoyable.”  Patrick removed his fingers from her mouth and now they were wet with her saliva.

“I… I am sorry,” she told him as he placed his fingers in his mouth and seemed to enjoy tasting her saliva.  Dee thought it was kind of kinky but liked watching it.  

She had no idea why she apologized for doing something that was only natural and enjoyable and, frankly, none of his damn business.  Dee had a moment of self-loathing from her apology and thought his presumptive comment about making her orgasm was very arrogant.  She soon forgot the revulsion of her apology when Patrick lowered his head and started kissing and sucking her breasts and nipples and she moaned out again as his fingers went back inside her wet pussy that was now aching with desire to have him inside her.

“Ohhh my Lord… ohhh Lord… ohhh God… uhh Patrick… ohh fuck, that feels so good.”  Dee was moaning and whimpering in her pleasure. 

“Aeeeii… ohhh fuck yes!”  she screamed out when his thumb found her clit and he bit her black nipple.  “Please…please don’t stop.”

Dee’s body squirmed and twisted as Patrick gave her such pleasure with his fingers and mouth.  She truly had never been finger fucked like he was doing to her.  His fingers inside her twisted and turned and thrust in and out of her as he somehow kept his thumb on her clit and teased it to give her incredible pleasure.  It seemed like he would also bite down on her nipple at just the right time and just the perfect amount of pressure to send what felt like a bolt of pleasure from her nipple to her clit.  Her pussy was so wet she could feel her fluids making her inner thighs wet and she felt her fluids leak out of her pussy and run down around her anus.  Over her series of moans, whimpers, calling out to God, and calling Patrick’s name she could hear the squishy sounds coming from between her legs as Patrick started to thrust in and out of her.

"Ohhh Lord God… ohh fuck… fuck… ohh my God… uhhh oh... ohh fucking Christ… make me cum… please, Patrick… ohhh God... please I can't take it anymore… make me cum… ohh please, God, make me cum,"  Dee called out.

Patrick took his mouth off her nipple and looked at Dee with a disappointed look, one that she could not see because she had her head thrown back and her eyes clenched shut.  Her fingers dug into the leather of Patrick's sofa as she gripped it tight; her nails coming close to puncturing the material.

Patrick sighed, “You young people so much want instant gratification and don’t know how to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.  I need to teach you.  Do you really want to cum now, Dee?”

“Yes… dear God, yes… make me cum!” 

Dee had no idea what Patrick was talking about and did not care; she was so caught up in the sexual bliss he was giving her all she could understand was him asking if she wanted to cum.  Then just like that, like a snap of his finger or the turning on of a switch he made her cum as if on command.  His fingers moved and twisted inside her and he did something in her pussy and she felt them curl upwards and pull out a little and then this incredible pleasure and she came.   

Dee shrieked out her orgasm, crying out to God, Jesus, and Patrick as her body jerked and her stomach muscles twitched and her thighs quivered.  Her orgasm lasted for several seconds and she never wanted it to end.  After her body relaxed, her stomach muscles still twitched and her thighs were weak and shaky as she lay back on the sofa panting.  She gave a grunting whimper when Patrick pulled his fingers out of her.  She looked at his hand and it was a slick, sticky mess; her thick pussy fluid clung to his fingers as he spread them apart.  Patrick grinned at Dee and brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them and sucked them.

“Your pussy tastes very good, Dee,” he told her in a nonchalant tone.  “If I had known black pussy tasted so good, I would have dated a black girl years ago.” 

Dee blushed and Patrick lowered his head and kissed her on her mouth before she could reply with a comment of her own.  Dee kissed him back and licked his lips tasting herself on his mouth.  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and started kissing his neck.  He had just given her such an incredible orgasm and now she wanted to repay him.  She wanted to have him in her mouth and give him a blow job.  Her right hand dropped down to his thigh as she kissed and sucked his neck while his left hand went back to her nipple.  She gasped when he took it and gently rolled it between his finger and thumb.  As her hand moved up his thigh, Patrick once again moved it away.  Dee thought it odd however since they started fooling around he stopped her from touching his penis or hid it from her view; then it came to her.

“Patrick,” she whispered in his ear, “It’s ok. I want your dick in my mouth.  Don’t worry and don’t believe what you hear about all black men.  It’s not true, trust me.” 

Patrick pulled back and laughed hard and looked Dee in her eyes, “Is that right?  I was so worried about that,”  he said sarcastically and gave her nipple a hard pinch, making the young black girl wince.  “I am so glad I have such an expert on the sexual anatomy of the African American male wanting to give me a blowjob.  Well, I feel much better now so sure, you can suck my tiny white cock."

Dee sat up straight and pulled the hem of her skirt down, pulled her bra over her nice breasts, and then closed her blouse and held it tight.

“No need to be a jerk about it,” she said.  “I was just… I… just forget it.”  Dee stood up and started to button her blouse.  “This was a huge mistake.  I drank too much wine and I am sorry.  Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone or file a complaint about you getting me drunk and taking advantage even if you fire me.” 

Patrick laughed harder as he watched Dee fumble with the buttons on her blouse.  She looked at him and watched her with an amused expression on his face.  His arrogance was infuriating and she was getting pissed once again at it. 

“You should call me an Uber.  I’ll just wait outside,” Dee said and started toward the door.

“Other way, dear.  The front door is the other way,” Patrick corrected her and Dee actually stomped her foot in frustration. 

“God, he was so fucking arrogant!”  Dee screamed inside her head.  “Why does it turn me on so much!”    

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”  Dee said close to tears now.  “A very attractive girl with a killer body throws herself at you, you give her one of the most incredible orgasms of her life and she offers to suck your cock and you make some arrogant, sarcastic comment to her.  Are you that conceded and full of yourself… that… that… God, you are so exasperating and such a typically arrogant, white motherfucker!”   

Patrick chuckled at Dee and found her temper tantrum rather cute and the way her voice changed and her ghetto tone came out amused him.  He stood up and walked to her and put his arms around her and tried to kiss her, but Dee turned her head and wiggled her body trying to break his grip, but he was much stronger than she was.

“Let… let me go, you cracker bastard.  I want to leave.”  The young black girl struggled harder as he pinned her arms behind her back.

"No, you don't," he told her.  "You know you want to stay."

“No, please let me go,” she said in an almost whisper and stopped struggling.  Dee never really took note of how much taller he was than her; at least a foot taller or maybe a foot and an inch or two, 

"No,"  Patrick said and bent his head down and kissed her.

It took Dee less than a second to give in and kiss him back and when Patrick let go of her arms she reached up and wrapped them around his neck.  She moaned when he started kissing her neck and squealed in delight when his mouth attacked her ear. 

“Oh… Patrick… yes, there… oh, I love that… yes,” she squeaked out. 

“You still want to suck my cock?”  he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, so bad,” she gasped out.

Patrick pulled his head away and looked down into her eyes as she looked up at him.  She was biting her lower lip out of desire.  Dee had not had a lot of lovers, she could count the number of boys she had sex with on one hand.  It was not because she did not enjoy sex; she enjoyed sex a great deal and felt she had a very healthy sex drive.  She just had fewer past lovers than many of her peers her age because she did not just jump into bed with anyone she found attractive.  Dee was often accused by boys she dated of being a tease if they could not “get into her pants” on the first or second date or ever.  She just liked to make the guy earn it by showing her she was worth it and not some girl to be used and tossed aside like she had been in the past in her old neighborhood.  Neither was she a prude and one thing she really enjoyed doing was giving blowjobs.  She gave a few boys she dated that she did not have sex with blowjobs instead.  She just loved the feeling of their cocks in her mouth and loved when they would shoot their cum all inside her mouth and down her throat.  She enjoyed the taste, smell, and texture of a man’s orgasm fluid. 

Patrick placed his hand under Dee’s chin, “Don’t look down.  Keep looking at me and keep your hands at your sides,” he told her.

Dee nodded and thought he was still being stupid that he did not want her to see his penis.  Men are idiots sometimes, she thought; but she looked up at his face as she got on her knees in front of him.  She heard him unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his pants and then pull them down. 

“Now,” he told her.

Dee looked down and sat back on her the heels of her feet.   “What the fuck is that?”  she exclaimed involuntarily. 

“I am sure you took sex education in school,” Patrick teased her.

Now Dee understood Patrick's shyness about her seeing his penis.  He was huge!  Of the five guys she had sex with, the largest would have been Jamal, the gangbanger she had a one-night stand with, and he was about maybe eight to eight and a half inches and his size intimidated her at first.  Well, Jamal was nothing compared to the white penis that jutted out in front of her.  Dee figured he had to be eleven maybe even twelve inches long and the girth was also larger than she had ever seen.  It was perfectly shaped and straight and the head was just slightly thicker than the shaft and not that ugly huge bulbous penis tip she thought was gross looking.  The white shaft was smooth and not all veiny, which again she did not care for on a man.  His pubic hair was black but fine and soft looking and not overly hairy at all.  Dee concluded he groomed himself a little.  She liked that.  She liked a little personal grooming on a man but she did not like men who shaved hairless, especially their pubic areas.  While she did not shave herself hairless, she groomed her pubic hairs, especially for summer when she was going to be wearing a bikini or short shorts.   

Dee could understand Patrick's bashfulness of having her see it, it was very intimidating and she was sure some girls saw it for the first time and refused to allow it in them.  Even though Dee had her doubts about it, but she could not help but reach out and touch it.

“It… oh, damn, it’s so big.  I… I don’t know if I can fit it in my mouth,” she told him as she slowly and gently caressed his cock.

“You don’t have to deep throat it but it will fit.  Just have to open your mouth wide.  Do the best you can.  You will get better with it with more practice.” 

Dee liked it when he said "with more practice" because that implied tonight was not a one-time thing.  “How… how big is it?”  she asked.

Patrick reached down and caressed her cheek, “I don’t know.” 

Dee looked up and smiled at him, “Liar.  You know damn well that a dick this big, either you have measured it or some girl did.” 

Patrick chuckled, “Ok… yes.  A little over eleven long.  I don't know about the girth but it's big also."

“Holy fuck!” Dee exclaimed aloud without meaning to and blushed again.  The girth was large as well.  She wanted it in her mouth badly but knew it would not be easy. 

"You don't have to, Dee," Patrick told her.

She swallowed hard and looked at the large penis in front of her face.  She could not even get her small delicate hand all the way around the shaft it was so thick.  “How is that thing going to fit in my pussy?”  Dee thought and took a deep breath, got back up on her knees, and brought her head down to Patrick’s cock.