Black Mamba
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Most of the following is true. I'll leave it to the reader to judge what is
fact and what is fantasy. Until six months ago I was known as John Evers.
Blonde, five foot seven, slightly built and heterosexual, I had just gone
through divorce after a stormy six year marriage. Not into the bar scene and
at loose ends for things to do in my spare time, I decided to redecorate the
house the way I wanted it. The first order of business was to completely
repaint the interior which I proceeded to do. After prepping and painting
every night for two weeks, I was ready for a break from the tedium and the
paint fumes. It was early on a Saturday afternoon and figuring to watch a
football game and have a few beers I stopped at a bar that I had previously
noticed a few miles from where I lived.
It was cool and dark inside, a welcome relief from the hot bright sun.
Sliding on to a stool and ordering a long neck, I perused the place. As my
eyes became adjusted to the gloom, I noticed right off that all the customers
were men. Glancing towards the small dance floor I saw that two guys were
slow dancing to a Tina Cole tune.
Gay bar! Not a big deal. Having had a sexual affair with an older man when
I was in my late teens I'm not one to throw stones. I settled in to enjoy the
game and do some serious beer drinking.
It was half way through the game and I was half way through my fifth long
neck when nature called. I made my way, just a tad wobbly, to the rest rooms.
I had to go pretty bad so I hurriedly opened the first door I came to. On my
way through the door, I noticed that it said "WOMEN.'"
Who cares! This is a gay bar. Right? Upon entering I saw a guy standing
before the mirror painting his lips with bright red lipstick and a tall black
chick leaving a stall. As we passed, eye contact was made and she winked.
Blushing furiously, I ducked into the stall that she had vacated.
As I stood there, relieving my self, my thoughts went back to the tall
black chick. "She" was absolutely gorgeous. Over six feet tall, in white knee
high boots with three inch heels, a tight bubble ass, what looked to me as
thirty-six C teats and a face that was wild and sultry. She was wearing a
white leather mini skirt and pesant blouse That contrasted beautifully with
her mocha skin. Probably endowed with at least a six inch "clit," my member
began to stir and I knew that I had to have "her".
Returning to my stool I looked around but alas my Black Goddess was gone.
Settling in and catching up on my beer drinking, she was almost a thought of
the past, when I felt a presence climbing on to the stool beside me. I was
turned slightly away, content on the game, so it came as a complete shock to
me when in my ear, in a throaty voice, I heard,
"Hi, honey. Wanta party? Saw you in the ladies room."
I flushed with embarrassment when I realized it was my black goddess. All I
could do was gawk at her stupidly and nod my head "yes." I knew she was a
guy, but I had to have her. My dick was diamond hard when we negotiated the
price of the party. It was a stiff price, almost as stiff as me, but still a
bargain as far as I was concerned. We would go to a motel for the night and
do obscene things for an obscene amount of money.
We spent the next hour or two becoming aquatinted. She told me that
Jennifer is her name and domination is her game and that she is a pre-op TV
that gets turned on fulfilling men's desires.... For a price.
I was intrigued and pretty much told her everything about myself. My
homosexual affair [I was the passive] in my teens and the fact that I was
still a virgin anally. My marriage and divorce and yes, even some of my
fantasies. Jennifer is knock out gorgeous and I was totally captivated and we
soon moved to a booth.
Sitting side by side in a semi isolated booth after sharing our life
stories, Jennifer said, "Honey, you've had way to many beers to drive. My
place is a block and a half from here and we can go there instead of a motel,
if you pass a small test. Yes, or no?"
"Sure, why not" I said. I figured that if I didn't like the test I could
fail it on purpose. Of course I would probably go home drunk with a set of
very with blue balls and never see her again. "What's the test"?
"I have to go to the powder room honey" was her reply. "I'll tell you when I
get back. In the meantime you think about the test." While telling me this in
her super sexy, slightly husky voice, she was massaging the inside of my
thigh, real close to the head of my swollen cock. I was petrified that I
would cum and the evening would end before it began. I decided then and there
that I would do my best to pass her little test and get some much needed
sexual relief.
"I want you to do something for me" she said sliding into the booth. "Go to
the ladies room and put these on."
Jennifer handed me what looked like a piece of rumpled cloth. It was her
panties! They were hot pink thong panties and they had a wet spot in the
crotch, that I assumed was pre cum. Her hand was once again beneath the
table rubbing my thigh, I nodded meekly and listened carefully to the rest of
the task.
"You are to carry these to the ladies room and exchange them for your
shorts. While you are there, you are to apply this lipstick" she ordered.
"You will notice that the color matches my nail polish, shoes, the lipstick I
have on and "your soiled" panties. Any one that sees us together will know
that you are spoken for and wont hit on you."
Clutching the panties in one hand and the lipstick in the other, I made my
way to the ladies room. Thank heavens there was no one in there. Ducking into
a stall I quickly swaped my jocky shorts for the panties. They were lace mesh
and as I pulled them over my cock the texture against my glans and the feel
of the wet spot had my cock standing at attention. Also the thong stretched
across my butt hole added to the sensuous effect. With my cock pressed
against my stomach, I had to struggle to button my levies. Now for the
lipstick.
I stood before the mirror, placed my jockey's on the sink, formed my mouth
into an O and began to coat my lips with the hot pink gloss. While blotting
my lips as I had seen my ex do, the door opened and another "gal" entered the
room. She looked at the underware on the sink and my painted lips and said
knowingly, "Love the color sugar. You must be with Jen." Flaming with
embarrassment, I nodded yes and hurriedly left the rest room.
My face was a deep crimson as I made my way back to the booth. I felt that
everyone was looking at me, knowing that I was wearing panties and sporting a
raging hardon. My painted lips were certainly obvious and so were the shorts
I carried in my hand. As I neared the booth I put a little wiggle into my ass
for Jennifer's benefit. Jennifer beamed her approval when I sat down. Her
hand quickly dipped beneath the table and began rubbing my engorged cock.
"You like wearing my panties don't you" she whispered hotly into my ear.
"Yes I do", I replied honestly, they feel so sensual".
"You'll have to buy a smaller pair when you get a chance. Also you need to
learn how to tuck your equipment to eliminate that unsightly bulge. You had
every faggot in here drooling as soon as you left the restroom". This
confirmed my earlier suspicion and sounded to me like Jen thought I'd be
doing this again. I don't think so.
"You passed the test" Jennifer said "Let's have a glass of Champaign to
celebrate and then we'll go to my place for fun and games or fucking and
sucking if you prefer.
"The sooner we can do the fucking and sucking, the better" was my
inelegant reply.
"Great" Jen exclaimed. "There is one last thing. When the waiter takes our
order, you are to hand him your undies and ask him to dispose of them. You
see sweetums you won't be needing them anymore".
I was shocked. The thought of me handing the waiter my shorts had me
flushing bright red. Add to that, talking to him and drawing attention to my
hot pink lips absolutely mortified me. Strangely enough though I felt my cock
straining painfully hard against my panties. Good grief! I thought of them as
"my" panties. I was astounded. With down cast eyes and head tilted
submissively, I heard myself say "Anything you desire my black goddess. It
would give me great pleasure to make you happy."
"MMMMMM. We'll see about that when I get your cute little pink ass to my
place and start feeding you some black meat. You need a strong woman to
guide you down the path to witch you are about to embark. I've decided to
make you my bitch. Would you like to be my bitch?
Yet again I was shocked. Is this what I wanted? What would being her bitch
entail? Granted, judging by the size of "her", she probably had a very large
cock. I had never had it in the ass before but I figured it would be part of
being her bitch. My pucker ring began to tingle in anticipation. Bowing my
head meekly I answered "More than anything in life".
With those words my fate was sealed. I've since discovered that being
someones bitch is the same as being their sex slave. My name is now Vanessa.
My worry about giving my shorts to the waiter was short lived. When he
appeared at the table, I recognized him as the guy who was applying red lip
gloss in the ladies rest room earlier. He was now wearing a pink cutoff T
shirt, short shorts, a frilly apron and high heel sandals.
We looked at each other knowingly and blushed. It appeared that we were both
sharing similar situations. After I had specified the drinks and a request
for the check, I timidly asked him to dispose of my underwear as Jennifer had
ordered. Raising his arched brows and smiling he brought the garment to his
nose and asked me seductively if he could keep them. Burning with
embarrassment I nodded my permission. Thanking me he turned and left.
Following him with my eyes, I saw that the back pockets and material around
his buns had been removed exposing his ass cheeks which jiggled wantonly as
he clicked away on his high heels.
While this was taking place Jen had undone my levies and was now rubbing my
turgid cock through my lace panties. Digging her long finger nails painfully
into the underside of my member, Jennifer told me that it looked like I had
made my first conquest and that she was jealous. I immediately apologized and
assured her that it was not my fault and I wanted only to be with her,
although I was secretly pleased that I had that affect on the
waiter/waitress.
"The girls name is Melanie, Jennifer explained, and she belongs to the
owner of this establishment. He likes to punish her by having her wait tables
when she misbehaves. Jen went on to say that she would have a talk with him
about his girl friends sluttish behavior. Sensing my unease Jen said, "You'll
be spending a lot of time here so get used to it. The after hours parties are
a real blast."
What the hell kind of place is this? Melanie "belongs" to the owner? After
hours parties? What am I getting myself into? Or better yet, who will be
getting into me?
In a short time Melanie minced back with the celebratory Champagne and the
check. After pouring the wine and with her back toward Jennifer she handed me
the check and silently mouthed the words "Call me." Along with the bill was a
scrap of paper that I assumed contained her phone number. As inconspicuous as
possible I nodded my head slightly depositing the note in my pocket while
digging for my money. As it turned out, it was her phone number, but you will
read about that later.
We had finished the wine and were preparing to leave, when Jennifer handed
me a compact and the tube of lipstick and told me to repair my makeup. "Do it
here bitch. I want to watch you" she hissed. Yet another humiliating
situation. With trembling hands I repeated the ritual that I had done earlier
in the ladies room. Although embarrassed beyond belief, I was painfully hard
and straining against my panties. It finally dawned on me that I was actually
enjoying the humiliation and was so sexually charged that I would do anything
that she asked [or ordered] me to do. No matter how degrading.
"You can keep the makeup Honey," Jen said. "I really must give you a
suitable purse for your personal belongings. It's so unlady like to carry
your stuff in pockets. Besides most skirts don't have pockets. You look so
cute in that shade of lipstick, I can't wait for you to massage my black meat
with those hot pink lips of yours."
Following her through the bar towards the exit, mesmerized by her swaying
ass, I thought that we must be quite a site. The beautiful black amazon
trailed by her submissive, slightly built white sissy. As we left the booth
she had handed me her purse to carry, making me extremely self conscious of
my appearance.
Finally we were outside in the blessed darkness. Because of the late hour
there were few people about which relived me of some of my anxiety. With her
long legs Jen set a brisk pace and we soon covered the two blocks to her
home.
Once inside Jen pinned me to the wall, leaned down and began to cover my
face and neck with hot ardent kisses. Finally her soft wet lips covered mine
and parted them with her tongue. I heard myself moaning passionately as I
sucked greedily wishing that it was her cock. Breaking the French kiss
Jennifer stood back, grabbed the top of my shirt and ripped downward. As my
shirt parted she reached out and grasped my hard nipples in her taloned
fingers, pinching them painfully and forcing me whimpering to my knees.
Smiling down at me Jen released my tortured teats reached behind her and
unzipped her mini skirt letting it fall and puddle at her feet. Her pubis was
completely shaved or waxed except for a tiny patch of tight curls directly
above where her cock would have been if it wasn't tucked back towards her
ass. With her balls pressed upward into her body cavity, Jens genital area
looked amazingly like a cunt. Parting her ample thighs slowly, the object of
my desires gradually came into view.
"Suck my cock, bitch," she growled in a husky voice.
Jennifer's flaccid member looked like a fat black sausage. About four
inches in length, what I thought was an unusually long foreskin with a drop
of precum glistening at the opening, it was just begging to be sucked.
Forming my coated lips into a perfect O around the tip of her beautiful cock,
I sucked slowly and at the same time began pulling back her foreskin. The
taste of perspiration, precum and urine drove me wild as the bulbous head
slipped past my fingers and my eager lips. As I sucked hungrily I could feel
her stiffen and the veins begin to stand out on her ever expanding tool. Jen
began to stroke the backs of my ears with her long manicured fingers and it
drove me to new heights of lust. Bobbing my head frantically, I was cupping
her big, and I do mean big balls with one hand and lightly touching her
nether hole with the other. While taking her deep in my throat for several
minutes and many thrusts I had to suddenly stop to take a breath.
Panting furiously, I continued to caress her scrotum and dance my fingers
lightly around her clutching anus. While catching my breath I thought; look
at me I'm fully dressed and I have a hardon that hurts. My cock is trapped
between my stomach and a pare of pink lace panties and is painfully retained
by levies that are way to tight. I am privileged to suck the most beautiful
cock in the word but to be naked or wearing a gown would be a lot more
comfortable.
Recovering quickly, I began to move my face back into that incredible meat
market that was before me. She grabbed my chin and forced me to look into her
eyes.
"NO" she exclaimed and shoved me violently back.
Stunned, I rocked back on my heels, absolutely devastated. I thought that
she was on the verge of cumming. I had put every thing I had into sucking her
cock and pleasing her and instead J looked very unhappy with me. Feeling
terribly crushed and humiliated I began to sob.
Jens response was: "WHOA! WHOA! Stop sniveling like a spoiled cunt. Take
off all your cloths except for your panties and follow me........On your
knees." This, barked out like a drill sergeant caused me to hasten to do her
bidding although I did pause long enough to admire her.
I was still sitting on my heels and she towered above me causing me to feel
subservient. Her cock, now quite hard and extremely fat stood out a
respectable six inches, a forty-five degree angle and glistened wetly with my
saliva. She still had on her boots, blouse and nylons held up wiyh a garter
belt. I was desperate to slide her meat into my salivating mouth.
She strolled confidently down a side hall, her heels clicking loudly on
the wood floor, while I struggled to shed my cloths as quickly as possible.
Looking over her shoulder she smiled seductively and beckoned me. I scampered
along the floor on my hands and knees to catch up with her.
The room to which I followed Jen was the den. It was appointed quite nicely
with a conversation pit containing two sofas a coffee table and two
recliners. There was also a wet bar, fireplace and pool table. Erotic art
covered the walls except one that had full d****s. By now J had removed her
blouse and was reclining on a sofa wearing only a shelf bra, that displayed
her magnificent teats, white satin garter belt, stockings and her calf high
boots. Her cock was at full attention letting me know that she was not
entirely displeased with my performance so far. Motioning me forward, she
pointed between her hefty legs and said, "Feeding time, sugar."
Knee walking clumsily to her, I positioned myself between her sturdy legs
and immediately began to bathe her hot cock and balls with my wet tongue. A
pearl of precum oozed from her piss slit and I quickly tongued it up while
gazing into her eyes adoringly. Shifting position Jen rubbed my lace covered
cock with her leather covered lower leg. Clutching her limb tightly between
my legs, I began to dog fuck my cock rapidly against her boot, while sucking
hungrily on her fat ebony cock. As I watched her, she smiled and mouthed
kisses at me. I had unhooked her front closure bra and was squeezing her
erect nipples. They jutted out more than a half inch and were surrounded by
dark, silver dollar size aureoles
I felt her tremble and watched as her eyes rolled back. She grabbed hair on
both sides of my head and pulled me forcefully down on her prick. As her meat
entered my throat I started to gag which further inflamed her. My throat
muscles were convulsing against her meat like a climaxing cunt, driving her
to fuck my mouth faster. Finally, after what seemed forever, Jennifer began
to cum, ballooning my mouth and coating my tortured throat with her hot
viscous seed. What I couldn't swallow escaped passed her pistoning cock and
dribbled on to my chin and her ball sack. Still dry fucking my cock against
her leg, I stiffened on the verge of climaxing, when J pushed me away and
disengaged the object of my frantic humping.
"Not yet my little white slut. When you cum it will be under my direction
and approval. Now clean me."
Whimpering in frustration I commenced tongue bathing her balls and member
which was now becoming flaccid. I loved sucking the knob of her cock out of
her long foreskin and licking her piss slit to make sure there was no
residue. When my janitorial duties were completed, Jen stood and motioned me
wordlessly to follow her, indicating that I was to remain on my knees. When
we reached what turned out to be her bedroom my debasement
continued...........
fact and what is fantasy. Until six months ago I was known as John Evers.
Blonde, five foot seven, slightly built and heterosexual, I had just gone
through divorce after a stormy six year marriage. Not into the bar scene and
at loose ends for things to do in my spare time, I decided to redecorate the
house the way I wanted it. The first order of business was to completely
repaint the interior which I proceeded to do. After prepping and painting
every night for two weeks, I was ready for a break from the tedium and the
paint fumes. It was early on a Saturday afternoon and figuring to watch a
football game and have a few beers I stopped at a bar that I had previously
noticed a few miles from where I lived.
It was cool and dark inside, a welcome relief from the hot bright sun.
Sliding on to a stool and ordering a long neck, I perused the place. As my
eyes became adjusted to the gloom, I noticed right off that all the customers
were men. Glancing towards the small dance floor I saw that two guys were
slow dancing to a Tina Cole tune.
Gay bar! Not a big deal. Having had a sexual affair with an older man when
I was in my late teens I'm not one to throw stones. I settled in to enjoy the
game and do some serious beer drinking.
It was half way through the game and I was half way through my fifth long
neck when nature called. I made my way, just a tad wobbly, to the rest rooms.
I had to go pretty bad so I hurriedly opened the first door I came to. On my
way through the door, I noticed that it said "WOMEN.'"
Who cares! This is a gay bar. Right? Upon entering I saw a guy standing
before the mirror painting his lips with bright red lipstick and a tall black
chick leaving a stall. As we passed, eye contact was made and she winked.
Blushing furiously, I ducked into the stall that she had vacated.
As I stood there, relieving my self, my thoughts went back to the tall
black chick. "She" was absolutely gorgeous. Over six feet tall, in white knee
high boots with three inch heels, a tight bubble ass, what looked to me as
thirty-six C teats and a face that was wild and sultry. She was wearing a
white leather mini skirt and pesant blouse That contrasted beautifully with
her mocha skin. Probably endowed with at least a six inch "clit," my member
began to stir and I knew that I had to have "her".
Returning to my stool I looked around but alas my Black Goddess was gone.
Settling in and catching up on my beer drinking, she was almost a thought of
the past, when I felt a presence climbing on to the stool beside me. I was
turned slightly away, content on the game, so it came as a complete shock to
me when in my ear, in a throaty voice, I heard,
"Hi, honey. Wanta party? Saw you in the ladies room."
I flushed with embarrassment when I realized it was my black goddess. All I
could do was gawk at her stupidly and nod my head "yes." I knew she was a
guy, but I had to have her. My dick was diamond hard when we negotiated the
price of the party. It was a stiff price, almost as stiff as me, but still a
bargain as far as I was concerned. We would go to a motel for the night and
do obscene things for an obscene amount of money.
We spent the next hour or two becoming aquatinted. She told me that
Jennifer is her name and domination is her game and that she is a pre-op TV
that gets turned on fulfilling men's desires.... For a price.
I was intrigued and pretty much told her everything about myself. My
homosexual affair [I was the passive] in my teens and the fact that I was
still a virgin anally. My marriage and divorce and yes, even some of my
fantasies. Jennifer is knock out gorgeous and I was totally captivated and we
soon moved to a booth.
Sitting side by side in a semi isolated booth after sharing our life
stories, Jennifer said, "Honey, you've had way to many beers to drive. My
place is a block and a half from here and we can go there instead of a motel,
if you pass a small test. Yes, or no?"
"Sure, why not" I said. I figured that if I didn't like the test I could
fail it on purpose. Of course I would probably go home drunk with a set of
very with blue balls and never see her again. "What's the test"?
"I have to go to the powder room honey" was her reply. "I'll tell you when I
get back. In the meantime you think about the test." While telling me this in
her super sexy, slightly husky voice, she was massaging the inside of my
thigh, real close to the head of my swollen cock. I was petrified that I
would cum and the evening would end before it began. I decided then and there
that I would do my best to pass her little test and get some much needed
sexual relief.
"I want you to do something for me" she said sliding into the booth. "Go to
the ladies room and put these on."
Jennifer handed me what looked like a piece of rumpled cloth. It was her
panties! They were hot pink thong panties and they had a wet spot in the
crotch, that I assumed was pre cum. Her hand was once again beneath the
table rubbing my thigh, I nodded meekly and listened carefully to the rest of
the task.
"You are to carry these to the ladies room and exchange them for your
shorts. While you are there, you are to apply this lipstick" she ordered.
"You will notice that the color matches my nail polish, shoes, the lipstick I
have on and "your soiled" panties. Any one that sees us together will know
that you are spoken for and wont hit on you."
Clutching the panties in one hand and the lipstick in the other, I made my
way to the ladies room. Thank heavens there was no one in there. Ducking into
a stall I quickly swaped my jocky shorts for the panties. They were lace mesh
and as I pulled them over my cock the texture against my glans and the feel
of the wet spot had my cock standing at attention. Also the thong stretched
across my butt hole added to the sensuous effect. With my cock pressed
against my stomach, I had to struggle to button my levies. Now for the
lipstick.
I stood before the mirror, placed my jockey's on the sink, formed my mouth
into an O and began to coat my lips with the hot pink gloss. While blotting
my lips as I had seen my ex do, the door opened and another "gal" entered the
room. She looked at the underware on the sink and my painted lips and said
knowingly, "Love the color sugar. You must be with Jen." Flaming with
embarrassment, I nodded yes and hurriedly left the rest room.
My face was a deep crimson as I made my way back to the booth. I felt that
everyone was looking at me, knowing that I was wearing panties and sporting a
raging hardon. My painted lips were certainly obvious and so were the shorts
I carried in my hand. As I neared the booth I put a little wiggle into my ass
for Jennifer's benefit. Jennifer beamed her approval when I sat down. Her
hand quickly dipped beneath the table and began rubbing my engorged cock.
"You like wearing my panties don't you" she whispered hotly into my ear.
"Yes I do", I replied honestly, they feel so sensual".
"You'll have to buy a smaller pair when you get a chance. Also you need to
learn how to tuck your equipment to eliminate that unsightly bulge. You had
every faggot in here drooling as soon as you left the restroom". This
confirmed my earlier suspicion and sounded to me like Jen thought I'd be
doing this again. I don't think so.
"You passed the test" Jennifer said "Let's have a glass of Champaign to
celebrate and then we'll go to my place for fun and games or fucking and
sucking if you prefer.
"The sooner we can do the fucking and sucking, the better" was my
inelegant reply.
"Great" Jen exclaimed. "There is one last thing. When the waiter takes our
order, you are to hand him your undies and ask him to dispose of them. You
see sweetums you won't be needing them anymore".
I was shocked. The thought of me handing the waiter my shorts had me
flushing bright red. Add to that, talking to him and drawing attention to my
hot pink lips absolutely mortified me. Strangely enough though I felt my cock
straining painfully hard against my panties. Good grief! I thought of them as
"my" panties. I was astounded. With down cast eyes and head tilted
submissively, I heard myself say "Anything you desire my black goddess. It
would give me great pleasure to make you happy."
"MMMMMM. We'll see about that when I get your cute little pink ass to my
place and start feeding you some black meat. You need a strong woman to
guide you down the path to witch you are about to embark. I've decided to
make you my bitch. Would you like to be my bitch?
Yet again I was shocked. Is this what I wanted? What would being her bitch
entail? Granted, judging by the size of "her", she probably had a very large
cock. I had never had it in the ass before but I figured it would be part of
being her bitch. My pucker ring began to tingle in anticipation. Bowing my
head meekly I answered "More than anything in life".
With those words my fate was sealed. I've since discovered that being
someones bitch is the same as being their sex slave. My name is now Vanessa.
My worry about giving my shorts to the waiter was short lived. When he
appeared at the table, I recognized him as the guy who was applying red lip
gloss in the ladies rest room earlier. He was now wearing a pink cutoff T
shirt, short shorts, a frilly apron and high heel sandals.
We looked at each other knowingly and blushed. It appeared that we were both
sharing similar situations. After I had specified the drinks and a request
for the check, I timidly asked him to dispose of my underwear as Jennifer had
ordered. Raising his arched brows and smiling he brought the garment to his
nose and asked me seductively if he could keep them. Burning with
embarrassment I nodded my permission. Thanking me he turned and left.
Following him with my eyes, I saw that the back pockets and material around
his buns had been removed exposing his ass cheeks which jiggled wantonly as
he clicked away on his high heels.
While this was taking place Jen had undone my levies and was now rubbing my
turgid cock through my lace panties. Digging her long finger nails painfully
into the underside of my member, Jennifer told me that it looked like I had
made my first conquest and that she was jealous. I immediately apologized and
assured her that it was not my fault and I wanted only to be with her,
although I was secretly pleased that I had that affect on the
waiter/waitress.
"The girls name is Melanie, Jennifer explained, and she belongs to the
owner of this establishment. He likes to punish her by having her wait tables
when she misbehaves. Jen went on to say that she would have a talk with him
about his girl friends sluttish behavior. Sensing my unease Jen said, "You'll
be spending a lot of time here so get used to it. The after hours parties are
a real blast."
What the hell kind of place is this? Melanie "belongs" to the owner? After
hours parties? What am I getting myself into? Or better yet, who will be
getting into me?
In a short time Melanie minced back with the celebratory Champagne and the
check. After pouring the wine and with her back toward Jennifer she handed me
the check and silently mouthed the words "Call me." Along with the bill was a
scrap of paper that I assumed contained her phone number. As inconspicuous as
possible I nodded my head slightly depositing the note in my pocket while
digging for my money. As it turned out, it was her phone number, but you will
read about that later.
We had finished the wine and were preparing to leave, when Jennifer handed
me a compact and the tube of lipstick and told me to repair my makeup. "Do it
here bitch. I want to watch you" she hissed. Yet another humiliating
situation. With trembling hands I repeated the ritual that I had done earlier
in the ladies room. Although embarrassed beyond belief, I was painfully hard
and straining against my panties. It finally dawned on me that I was actually
enjoying the humiliation and was so sexually charged that I would do anything
that she asked [or ordered] me to do. No matter how degrading.
"You can keep the makeup Honey," Jen said. "I really must give you a
suitable purse for your personal belongings. It's so unlady like to carry
your stuff in pockets. Besides most skirts don't have pockets. You look so
cute in that shade of lipstick, I can't wait for you to massage my black meat
with those hot pink lips of yours."
Following her through the bar towards the exit, mesmerized by her swaying
ass, I thought that we must be quite a site. The beautiful black amazon
trailed by her submissive, slightly built white sissy. As we left the booth
she had handed me her purse to carry, making me extremely self conscious of
my appearance.
Finally we were outside in the blessed darkness. Because of the late hour
there were few people about which relived me of some of my anxiety. With her
long legs Jen set a brisk pace and we soon covered the two blocks to her
home.
Once inside Jen pinned me to the wall, leaned down and began to cover my
face and neck with hot ardent kisses. Finally her soft wet lips covered mine
and parted them with her tongue. I heard myself moaning passionately as I
sucked greedily wishing that it was her cock. Breaking the French kiss
Jennifer stood back, grabbed the top of my shirt and ripped downward. As my
shirt parted she reached out and grasped my hard nipples in her taloned
fingers, pinching them painfully and forcing me whimpering to my knees.
Smiling down at me Jen released my tortured teats reached behind her and
unzipped her mini skirt letting it fall and puddle at her feet. Her pubis was
completely shaved or waxed except for a tiny patch of tight curls directly
above where her cock would have been if it wasn't tucked back towards her
ass. With her balls pressed upward into her body cavity, Jens genital area
looked amazingly like a cunt. Parting her ample thighs slowly, the object of
my desires gradually came into view.
"Suck my cock, bitch," she growled in a husky voice.
Jennifer's flaccid member looked like a fat black sausage. About four
inches in length, what I thought was an unusually long foreskin with a drop
of precum glistening at the opening, it was just begging to be sucked.
Forming my coated lips into a perfect O around the tip of her beautiful cock,
I sucked slowly and at the same time began pulling back her foreskin. The
taste of perspiration, precum and urine drove me wild as the bulbous head
slipped past my fingers and my eager lips. As I sucked hungrily I could feel
her stiffen and the veins begin to stand out on her ever expanding tool. Jen
began to stroke the backs of my ears with her long manicured fingers and it
drove me to new heights of lust. Bobbing my head frantically, I was cupping
her big, and I do mean big balls with one hand and lightly touching her
nether hole with the other. While taking her deep in my throat for several
minutes and many thrusts I had to suddenly stop to take a breath.
Panting furiously, I continued to caress her scrotum and dance my fingers
lightly around her clutching anus. While catching my breath I thought; look
at me I'm fully dressed and I have a hardon that hurts. My cock is trapped
between my stomach and a pare of pink lace panties and is painfully retained
by levies that are way to tight. I am privileged to suck the most beautiful
cock in the word but to be naked or wearing a gown would be a lot more
comfortable.
Recovering quickly, I began to move my face back into that incredible meat
market that was before me. She grabbed my chin and forced me to look into her
eyes.
"NO" she exclaimed and shoved me violently back.
Stunned, I rocked back on my heels, absolutely devastated. I thought that
she was on the verge of cumming. I had put every thing I had into sucking her
cock and pleasing her and instead J looked very unhappy with me. Feeling
terribly crushed and humiliated I began to sob.
Jens response was: "WHOA! WHOA! Stop sniveling like a spoiled cunt. Take
off all your cloths except for your panties and follow me........On your
knees." This, barked out like a drill sergeant caused me to hasten to do her
bidding although I did pause long enough to admire her.
I was still sitting on my heels and she towered above me causing me to feel
subservient. Her cock, now quite hard and extremely fat stood out a
respectable six inches, a forty-five degree angle and glistened wetly with my
saliva. She still had on her boots, blouse and nylons held up wiyh a garter
belt. I was desperate to slide her meat into my salivating mouth.
She strolled confidently down a side hall, her heels clicking loudly on
the wood floor, while I struggled to shed my cloths as quickly as possible.
Looking over her shoulder she smiled seductively and beckoned me. I scampered
along the floor on my hands and knees to catch up with her.
The room to which I followed Jen was the den. It was appointed quite nicely
with a conversation pit containing two sofas a coffee table and two
recliners. There was also a wet bar, fireplace and pool table. Erotic art
covered the walls except one that had full d****s. By now J had removed her
blouse and was reclining on a sofa wearing only a shelf bra, that displayed
her magnificent teats, white satin garter belt, stockings and her calf high
boots. Her cock was at full attention letting me know that she was not
entirely displeased with my performance so far. Motioning me forward, she
pointed between her hefty legs and said, "Feeding time, sugar."
Knee walking clumsily to her, I positioned myself between her sturdy legs
and immediately began to bathe her hot cock and balls with my wet tongue. A
pearl of precum oozed from her piss slit and I quickly tongued it up while
gazing into her eyes adoringly. Shifting position Jen rubbed my lace covered
cock with her leather covered lower leg. Clutching her limb tightly between
my legs, I began to dog fuck my cock rapidly against her boot, while sucking
hungrily on her fat ebony cock. As I watched her, she smiled and mouthed
kisses at me. I had unhooked her front closure bra and was squeezing her
erect nipples. They jutted out more than a half inch and were surrounded by
dark, silver dollar size aureoles
I felt her tremble and watched as her eyes rolled back. She grabbed hair on
both sides of my head and pulled me forcefully down on her prick. As her meat
entered my throat I started to gag which further inflamed her. My throat
muscles were convulsing against her meat like a climaxing cunt, driving her
to fuck my mouth faster. Finally, after what seemed forever, Jennifer began
to cum, ballooning my mouth and coating my tortured throat with her hot
viscous seed. What I couldn't swallow escaped passed her pistoning cock and
dribbled on to my chin and her ball sack. Still dry fucking my cock against
her leg, I stiffened on the verge of climaxing, when J pushed me away and
disengaged the object of my frantic humping.
"Not yet my little white slut. When you cum it will be under my direction
and approval. Now clean me."
Whimpering in frustration I commenced tongue bathing her balls and member
which was now becoming flaccid. I loved sucking the knob of her cock out of
her long foreskin and licking her piss slit to make sure there was no
residue. When my janitorial duties were completed, Jen stood and motioned me
wordlessly to follow her, indicating that I was to remain on my knees. When
we reached what turned out to be her bedroom my debasement
continued...........
Alma
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