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Patrick and I stayed at Disney for seven nights.  The plan was to go to one of the parks for the first four days and for the other two days we would either take advantage of the amenities at the resort, which there were quite a few or go back to one of the parks if we felt we missed something or if I just wanted to go back.  We planned on eating our Thanksgiving meal at the Brown Derby in the Disney Hollywood Studio Park.I dressed for comfort.  I wore a pair of light blue yoga shorts, which underneath I was wearing a thong to avoid panty lines because the yoga shorts were tight.  I wore a matching sports crop top.  Yes, I was well aware of how the tight stretchy material of the shorts was on my body and I knew they would most likely ride up my butt crack throughout the day and even at times the possibility of forming a “camel toe” in the front.  But they were comfortable.   The first Disney Park we went to was on Monday and to the Magic Kingdom.  I thought it was amazing! I know some people dislike Disney World and Disney Land and will say it’s too expensive, too crowded, not the same with all the new Covid restrictions, or dislike it for other reasons.  I loved it!  True, the expense was not something I did not have to worry about, but I would have loved even if I was on a low budget. The first thing we did when we got past the entrance gate was I bought myself Mickey Mouse Ears with my name on the cap.  I won’t go into every detail of the parks because that would take a long time, but we did everything we could do, saw all the shows, saw the parade, rode every ride, and I even liked the Hall of Presidents.  Any souvenirs we purchased we did not have to carry around since we stayed at one of the resorts, the shops would deliver the items to our room.  We ate lunch in Cinderella’s Castle and ate with the Disney Princesses.On Tom Sawyer’s Island, I thought about trying to find a secluded location in the woods to give Patrick a blow job but thought better of it.  I did not want to risk getting caught and more importantly any kids seeing it.   The Magic Kingdom Park closed at eight in the evening after a spectacular firework show in front of Cinderella’s Castle.  Tinker Bell even flew from the top of the Castle to the ground!  Yes I know it was a woman on a zip line but it was still awesome.  By the time we got back to the hotel it was after nine and we ate dinner at the restaurant in the resort.  When we got to our suite all my souvenirs were in shopping bags in the room.I had purchased something special to wear for Patrick that night.  When I saw it in one of the shops I had to have it and it gave me an idea, but it was late and I was too exhausted to follow up on it that night.  Instead, I drew a bubble bath in the large tub and convinced Patrick to join me.  During the bath we bathed one another and then I asked him to lay back and I straddled him and rode his cock.  We had to call for more towels to mop up the water on the bathroom floor.  It was funny and I found it amusing how Patrick grumbled at first when I suggested the bath.  He was not one for baths and he said men don’t take baths.      Tuesday we went to The Animal Kingdom Park and it closed earlier at five.  That evening we went back to Disney Village and went to one of the nightclubs.  I love to dance but Patrick does not dance so with his permission I danced with other men.  I dance naughty and I was rubbing and grinding my body against the other men and even some women while Patrick watched.  He got turned on by watching me dance like that with other people and watching them put their hands on my body. When I was dancing with a very pretty, tall, athletic blonde girl, who I was also making out with while we slow danced, she suggested she and I leave together.  She was a local and worked at Disney as a “boat captain” on the Jungle Cruise Ride.  She told me several times how great my body was as she ran her hands over my ass and said she had never been with a black girl before.  I told her I was with someone and pointed to Patrick.  The girl even suggested she would not have any issue with joining us that night because she wanted to be with me badly. There may have been a time I would have suggested she come back to the hotel with Patrick and me and I had no problem being her “token first-time black girl fuck”.  I had been that to both white guys and a few girls in the past, but I declined her offer.  This trip was for me and Patrick and I didn’t want to include anyone else.  I did not want to share Patrick that week.      Wednesday I suggested we not go to a park, the next day was Thanksgiving and we would be going to Disney Studios, and the day after we could go to Epcot.  We slept late, or at least I did, Patrick was up early as he usually is.  I got up a little after ten in the morning.  Ankara bayan escort I took advantage of the hotel’s spa area and was pampered.  The weather was so warm that I was even able to put on my two-piece swimsuit.  I did not wear my bikini because it was more revealing.  I did not have an issue with wearing such a bikini in public, but there would be children at the pool. While the two-piece may have covered up more flesh than my bikini would have, it still could not hide the curves of my butt or breasts.  I enjoyed and even subtlety teased the men who would look at me when their wives or girlfriends were not looking.  Patrick rented some gold clubs and took advantage of the resort’s golf course.  We didn’t see each other all day.  I liked that Patrick was not obsessive that when we went on our trips he felt he had to spend every moment with me and we often did separate things.  Feeling well-rested I thought that night would be perfect to act out the idea for a sexy game I wanted to play with Patrick. When I got back to the room it was a little after four and Patrick apparently had just gotten back to the room as well.  He was still wearing the same clothes he played golf in.  He asked if I was hungry and I told him I had something to eat by the pool.  He said we could relax around the room before we went to dinner.  He walked to me and put his arms around me and kissed me.  When his hands started to make their way under the beach outerwear I had over the top of my swimsuit I playfully pushed him away.“I need a shower,” I told him.  I looked over my shoulder as I walked into the bedroom of the suite.  “I think we should eat in tonight.  Order room service,” I told him with a grin. In the room took off my clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.  After I dried off I wrapped the towel around my body and opened my makeup bag.  I pulled out a prescription pill bottle with Patrick’s name on it. Muttering under my breath that I hoped Patrick would not get mad at me; I opened the bottle and took out a small blue pill.  Giggling, I wrapped the pill in a tissue and used the bottom of a glass to crush it.  I knew he would not be mad at me, especially with what I was going to allow him to do to my body that night.  Patrick did not pack the prescription to take on our trip, but I snuck it in my makeup bag.  When I packed my bags for our trip I made sure I put my makeup bag in one of the suitcases I would check in and not carry on the plane.  I did not security to find it if they did a bag search when it went through the X-ray. Patrick did not need Viagra.  He took it sometimes for recreational purposes.  The recreation use was when he wanted to fuck my brains out almost all night long or take it sometimes when the occasion arose when we let others join us in bed and he wanted to make the most out of the situation.I walked into the living area of the suite and Patrick was watching ESPN, he enjoyed all sports.  Still wearing just a towel, I opened the refrigerator and took out a beer.“Thirsty.  The sun drained me when I was at the pool,” I told Patrick when he looked over his shoulder at me.   He did not see that I had a bottle of beer, which was good because he knew I did not drink beer.  I grabbed a straw and hurried back to the bedroom.  I twisted open the bottle cap, went into the bathroom, and put the crushed pill into the bottle of beer.  I used the straw to stir the contents of the bottle and took a small sip to make sure the beer did not taste funny.  I grimaced at the taste, not that it tasted strange, I just did not like the taste of beer.  Hoping it tasted like just a beer, I went back into the main area of the suite.“Patrick, I got a beer and don’t want it.  Can you finish it for me?”  I asked him.Patrick took the beer.  “Why did you get a beer?  You don’t like beer?”I shrugged, “I don’t know,” I whined out, “just felt like I wanted one for some reason and then I don’t.”Patrick chuckled, looked at me like I was crazy, and started drinking the beer.“I am going to put on my makeup and get dressed now,” I told him and went back into the room.“If we are staying in, you don’t need to worry about makeup,” he told me. “God,” I rolled my eyes and feigned exasperation, “after thousands and thousands of years men will never understand the vanity of women.”Patrick laughed and continued to drink his beer and watch ESPN.  I knew he would discover my spiking of his drink in about thirty to forty-five minutes.  I giggled as I walked back into the bedroom.  I also knew he would not be mad, especially after what I had planned for us to do.I went into the bathroom and started on my makeup.  I was going to take my time to let the Viagra kick in.  I took my time with my makeup to get it right.  I used more mascara on my lashes Escort bayan Ankara than normal to make them look longer, around my eyes I did an ancient Egyptian/African style blending blue and black eye shadow, using a wide eyeliner pencil to make curvy lines under my eyes and extending out of the corner of my eyes.  I highlighted my lips with a makeup pencil to make them look even fuller than they are.  I used a flesh tone on my lips that were just a shade lighter than my skin color and then used red lipstick to paint a strip in the center of my upper and bottom lips.  My hair I left as it was.  With my braids and long extensions, I did not need to do anything with my hair unless it was to go to the salon to get the braids and extensions redone if they became loose.    I could give many tips to a white man who wants to date a black woman or is just starting to date a black woman, but here is a very important one.  Never ask a black woman about her hair.  That’s either a very long conversation that should only be started when you have been dating her for a while or a short conversation where she gets mad when you don’t know her that well.  Be safe and just don’t do it.I got the outfit I purchased at the Magic Kingdom Park and put it on.  It was a little tight, especially around my chest and butt area.  Due to my short height, I had to buy a smaller size for it to fit better than a larger size.  I had that problem with a lot of my clothes because of the curves of my chest and butt.  Not that I ever complained, I liked wearing clothes that were tight around my breasts and ass.  The outfit even had slippers for my feet. Once dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.  This was going to be a lot of fun.  The outfit was a sky blue, Princess Jasmine costume that Patrick had no idea I purchased.  I put on the gold tiara that came with the costume and walked into the living area of the hotel suite.  I thought I looked very adorable and sexy and it was a shame that I probably would not be wearing the costume for long.I saw Patrick still sitting on the couch and watching something about college football on ESPN and I noticed he would shift his body and pull at the legs of his shorts.  The Viagra had kicked in.  I grinned and walked to place myself in front of him.  I smiled and got on my knees. There may be other black people reading this next part, especially a black female, who would revoke my “blackness card”, but I didn’t care.  It is what I enjoy sometimes ever since high school when I dated or hooked up with white boys.  I have had other black girls, including so-called friends, who have judged me for being with white boys; but I didn’t care.  I was attracted to who I was attracted to.  I did have a reputation of being a slut in high school, but again I did not care or give it a second thought.  Patrick gave me a curious look and smiled and I knew he liked what he saw.   I also want to add, that while I was working as an escort I did sexual things I did not enjoy just for the money; what Patrick and I did that night was completely consensual for both of us.   There may be people who read this and think what they are about to read I did for the money and did not enjoy.  That is partly true. Yes, Patrick and I had a financial arrangement and that did include the exchange of money and gifts and other things for sex.  Yes, we cared for one another, but we both knew it was just that, a financial arrangement.  That being said, what I did with Patrick and for him sexually I enjoyed a great deal and it was just not for the money.  It was for my pleasure and to satisfy my taboo fetishes as well.   I got on my knees and hugged Patrick’s legs, “Please, Sir, please don’t give me to your men like you did my sisters and my mother?  I will be good to you.  I promise.”  I hugged his legs tighter, “You and your slavers have conquered our country and you can put me on the slave ship and sell me at auction, but I beg for you not to, Sir.  You…you can claim me as you own, please.” Patrick quickly figured out what I was doing and placed his hand on my cheek and caressed it, “I admit you are much more beautiful than your sisters and your mother is too old for my tastes, but why should I claim you for my own?  You would fetch a small fortune on the auction blocks in America.”   I suppressed a giggle and was glad he caught on so quickly.  I looked up at him and smiled seductively, “I have never been with a man before, and being a virgin should please you.  I will be yours, just please don’t give me to your men for them to use me.”  I then lowered my head to look at the floor. Patrick stood up and as he did so he gently cupped my chin and lifted my head to look at him, “It seems you can also be a wicked girl who needs to be punished Bayan escort Ankara for something like spiking your owner’s drink.”I did giggle then.  “I wanted my new Master to enjoy his new property.  To show him how willing I am to please him so he would not sell me.  To show him I am willing to fulfill his every desire.”I looked at his crotch and could see the outline of his hard cock under his shorts.  I reached up to touch it and with one hand, Patrick grabbed my wrists and held my arms above my head.“I don’t think my new property understands what she has done.” He told me as he unbuckled his belt and took it off with his free hand.  “I hope she understands after what she has done that she going to have to take care of what she caused and her new Master’s cock is going to need a lot of attention after what she has done.”I swallowed hard out of nervousness.  Not because I knew that due to the Viagra Patrick would be going to be able not only to get erect often or stay erect but also when he took the pill he took longer to orgasm and he was going to fuck my brains out for a long time.  He had a great deal of stamina and endurance even without the pill.  I was looking forward to that.  What made me nervous was I did not know what he was going to do with the belt.  I was not afraid he would hurt me; ok yes he most likely would hurt me some but in a manner I would enjoy.  I received pleasure that some pain gave me, and I knew Patrick knew how far he could go.  It was just the anticipation of it that made me nervous. The belt was a soft material cargo belt.  Patrick pulled me to my feet without saying a word, pushed me to turn around, and pulled my arms down and behind my back.  He used the belt to bind my hands behind me.  I playfully struggled for the purpose of the “game” and he gave me a hard swat on my butt and I cried out in a loud whimper.  That was not pretend.  It hurt but it also excited me.“Back on your knees,” He told me when my hands were tied behind me.I got back on my knees and twisted and turned my wrists and hands to try and undo the knot.  Although I knew it would be useless I had to try to test the knot.  Patrick was an expert at knot tying and I teased him sometimes about if he was not in the Navy instead of the Marines.  I knew that irked him but it was fun. “Does this mean that you are not going to sell me?”  I asked.Patrick grinned, “Oh I intend to sell you.  I intend to sell you to a certain brothel in New Orleans that caters to the most wicked aristocratic men and women of the city.  They will pay a great deal of money for a beautiful black whore with wonderful breasts and an ass like yours.  They will pay high dollars to use you for their debauchery.  I intend to sell you for gold, not paper currency.”  Patrick caressed my cheek again, “But in the meantime, I intend on breaking you in tonight and for you to warm my bed on the voyage to America.  I am going to teach you how men can get pleasure from parts of your body you never knew they could.  You will no longer be a spoiled, pampered, princess but a black whore for white men and women to use for their perverse pleasures.”I looked down at the floor again and suppressed another giggle.  I was getting excited about how Patrick was going along with the roleplaying game. “But…but wouldn’t they pay more for a virgin?”  I asked play acting as if I was trying to talk my way out of Patrick fucking me and the other things he was going to do to me.Patrick chuckled, “A virgin?  No.  They want a whore who can endure what they will do to her and not some innocent virgin who does not know how to please them.  On the voyage you will be used by me every night,” he grinned at me again, “and it’s a long voyage to America.”“But you can’t.  I am a princess and the daughter of a great African King.  You…you can’t do this to me.”  I pleaded.   Patrick laughed, “Wrong,” he said in a calm but forceful tone, “your kingdom is destroyed, your father I killed, your royal sisters and mother are now entertainment for my men, and your people are in chains.  You are no longer a princess.”  He then shrugged his shoulders, “It matters not if you refuse.  There are plenty of women of your country in the slave holds of my ships.  I am sure one of them would do what is needed for a more comfortable passage.”  He gave me a mischievous grin, “You can spend the entire voyage servicing the crew of my flagship.  Four hundred men total.”I feigned defeat and sighed, “I…I agree to be yours,” I looked up at Patrick, “Master.”  I added.      I am not into the whole BDSM lifestyle.  Yes, I enjoyed some aspects of it, such as the bondage, and some of the pain that could be involved; being dominated by a white man and verbally and physically humiliated by a white man was a very desirable fetish of mine.  It was more like a game I enjoyed playing from time to time when I was in the mood for rough sex.  While I enjoyed rough sex with black men also, I never went as far as I would go when with a white man or even a white girl.  Yes, I enjoyed being dominated by white girls.  See what I mean about my “blackness card” being revoked. 

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