Prowling 3

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Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, MaleDom, Gang Bang, Interracial, Black Female, White Male, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: The next adventure for Vanessa in the 'prowling' series.

The text message was a surprise and it was succinct. She rarely used that feature of her phone and was taken aback, when it chimed to indicate that she had a text message.

She went to that part of the phone's applications and read, with a certain shortness of breath that the message caused:

"Tonight! Master Dave".

"Ohhh," she allowed herself to just settle back and think about it for a few moments.

Vanessa's life with Dave, since meeting him, giving in to him, and especially since living with him, had been a wonder and an excitement. In moments of relaxation that she allowed herself, her mind often enough swung back to the initial 'prowling' evening that she'd had, when she happened upon 'Dave's Den' and met her own Master David there. The difficulties of that night, the thrills of that night, and all the times from then on, when she was with her Dave invaded her senses again.

She shook her head to clear it, knowing that he'd probably let her know what he had in mind for her, for them this night. But she was tingling at the possibility, the closeness of it, the sureness of it. He was going to take her out that night.

Her slut persona, Nessa, was all smiles and anticipation:

"Got to get cleaned up before we go on home. Got to be ready for him for my Massa Dave!" she found herself drawling, lapsing into the patois that was part and parcel of Nessa with her.

"Earth to Vanessa," Gail's voice interrupted her reverie. (She was only happy that she hadn't followed her initial instinct to begin playing with herself, when she'd gotten the text.)

"Sorry," Vanessa answered. "Gathering wool."

"Well, it's been a hard day and ending our month and all; if anyone deserves to be gathering wool; it's you," Gail said.

"Thanks, boss!" Vanessa said with a short laugh.

"Don't you get sassy with me, missy," Gail said with mock anger, "You'll get spanked!"

The small joke was a simple and usual part of their patter with one another but it hit Vanessa like a bomb. She got a jolt from the very idea and only with concentration was able to not show that the thought turned her on.

Then the next text came, as Gail got the material she'd come to Vanessa for and left her office.

"Texting on the job, Boss?" Gail asked gaily.

"It's from David," Vanessa said. "Plans for tonight, I think." (She didn't want to indicate further anything about the message.)

"Good for you," Gail said, going to her own office.

She went to the phone then to read the text:

"They need a back room waitress at 'Dave's Den' tonight. I told them that you'd come and help them out."

It sent a jolt through her system. Inwardly, Nessa was happy and singing and dancing a bit about the possibility. For her part, Vanessa simply smiled and allowed herself to give in to the thoughts and images that invaded her mind and psyche at the thought of waitressing at 'Dave's Den' that night, especially her in the back room among the red necks, and, sometimes, college students.

Vanessa's fantasies about such scenes were always lurking just below the surface. At most times, especially when at work, she struggled against them and refused to give in to them but there were times that she was simply ready ... like the time when she returned to Master Dave's house to apologize for mouthing off to him, and simply take what punishment--delicious punishment at that--that he had for her.

The fantasies were resurgent now, and she only barely stopped her hand's descent toward the hem of her skirt. She needed to keep this under control for now. She had, she realized, another hour and a half of work, before she could clean up and go home to him, and their evening out.

At the end of the month, her normal Friday schedule was to work until almost 6 PM or so and then clean up and go home. It was the busiest time for them and she needed to make sure that everything for the end of the month closing was in place.

Vanessa sighed and pushed Nessa back into the depth of her mind. She looked down at the phone and had one last thought, before going back to work. She sent a text back to Dave:

"Thank you, Massa Dave! Dis gal am goan' to be the best help possible! You tell me what to wear!" Your Nessa.

His reply came back: "Yes, I will, beautiful Vanessa!"

She had a thought and sent him one more note:

"Shall I clean up here before I come home?"

His answer came back quickly: "No, don't do that; I think that I'll clean you up myself tonight."

Her answer was a brief but heartfelt: "Oh, yes, Massa Dave! My man! My Magus! My Master!"

She smiled broadly as she sent the message to him, allowing one last image of her serving those red necks or students in that bar tonight. But she knew, as she savored the image, that he'd be there and that was a kind of protection that she really valued.

"Time!" Gail's voice rang out, as she looked into Vanessa's office.

"Thanks, sweetie!" Vanessa said.

"Home or clean up?" Gail asked.

"It's gonna be home tonight!" Vanessa replied and Gail said 'good night' for the weekend.

Dave was waiting for her, when she got home. She pulled her car into their large garage and he was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He was smiling and had a glass of white wine for her.

"Oh, aren't you the best ever!" she said.

"How's my beautiful Vanessa?" he asked.

"Excited," she said, as she sipped the wine.

"Well, let's get our girl cleaned up," he said.

He walked ahead of her into the family room that was down a few steps on a different level from the kitchen, dining room and living room.

She followed him and simply waited for him to tell her what he wanted.

This is what Vanessa liked. She'd pursued her life long passion, almost obsession for serving, especially serving white men, or 'white cocks' as she sometimes admitted to herself, and often enough the results were dangerous, with Vanessa having 'escaped' from bad situations that she'd wandered into with her frequent search for dominance. It was only since meeting Dave, her 'Massa Dave' that she realized that she could pursue the same exciting passions but within the safety of his oversight. It made a huge difference for her. It was, as he'd said to her, 'the way they played'.

That took different kinds of faces at different times. She was the almost naked poker host frequently, with winners also winning favors from her; she was the entertainment at his friends' houses at times but all of it served her outrageously wanton persona 'Nessa'. She liked it and the way that he took care of her in all those situations, and tonight felt like a play night.

She stood with the wine glass in her hand and waited for whatever he wanted.

"Shower?" she said in a soft voice.

"Of course," he said, "Clothes over there." (He pointed to a chair as he he said it.)

Vanessa complied immediately, taking her clothes off slowly and putting them on the chair he'd indicated. She got down to a pair of pink panties and looked at him with a question on her face.

"All of it!" he said softly, and she smiled and took the panties off, naked now for him.

"Hug, please? Massa Dave? Hug from this dirty girl?" she said, her arms out, as he came to her.

"Of course," he said, enfolding her in his arms for the hug.

"Now come to the patio!" he said next.

On the patio they had an outside shower that had both hot and cold water. It could be used to rinse off after the pool. It was where he periodically had her take her after work showers.

She stood there waiting for him, as he adjusted the shower for heat. Then he motioned for her to walk out onto the back lawn a little.

She did as she was told, watching him pick up the hose now.

"First this!" he said, beginning to spray her with cold water from the hose.

She was jumping around and flailing her arms and squealing with the cold water and giggling at the same time.

"Eeeeeeeeeee!" she yelled as he continued to spray her, making her turn around so that he could get all sides of her.

Then he turned off the hose and motioned for her to come under the lovely hot water shower. He was ready for her, as she got to him, and had his own clothes off to shower with her.

They embraced under the warm water.

"You are so much fun!" she said licking his lips. "May we start our night with something special? Something special for Massa Dave?"

"And what might that be?" he asked. "What would a high powered and successful black woman like you consider special?"

"Goan show you!" she drawled, "Show ma Massa Dave! Show what dis gal's mouf is fo!"

He laughed at the way she spoke to him, as she slid to her knees and kissed the tip of his erection.

"Kin I have him?" she drawled next.

"You going to be a good girl tonight? Do as your told?" he asked.

"Yes, Massa!" she said fervently, kissing his erection again, "Dis gal is goan be da best tonight! You goan see!"

"Then, yes, you may," he said, and with a look of joy on her face, Vanessa, now wallowing in and enjoying being 'Nessa' knelt and began to give Dave, her 'Massa Dave' a blow job. It was the beginning of the evening.

He selected her clothes specially for her work stint that night at 'Dave's Den'. She wore radical heels, 4 inches, and a very brief pleated white mini. He had her arrange the waist band of the mini so that it was pulled up high at her waist. It left the hem of the skirt only about 4 or 5 inches from her butt cheeks.

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