The traffic isn’t too bad given that it’s a Friday evening and I make my way to the address on the last WhatsApp message I received from him. Parking in the basement parking lot of a City Centre high rise, I take a minute to collect my thoughts and, pulling my sun visor down to catch a glimpse of myself in the little vanity mirror, I hold my stare, searching for your reflection in my eyes.
My heart and mind are racing in competition with each other and I try not to think too much as I take my work tunic off and change my ballet pumps for brown leather heeled ankle-high boots that fit snugly over tight black trousers…. ballet pumps aren’t appropriate for a meeting like this.
I glance at my phone and think about you. My phone hasn’t pinged once with a message from you, which would be odd, if it weren’t for the fact that you are under strict instructions to not make contact with either of us. I can see you in my minds eye, pacing up and down in our apartment, trying to distract yourself, the plate of food that you’ve made left largely uneaten due to your lack of appetite and being unable to focus on anything.
I sit up, take two deep breaths and open my door. Stepping out, my heels clink against the concrete floor as I walk to the back of the car, pick up my overnight bag and shut the boot again.
Slow, deliberate steps lead me to the elevator and I select the level I need, 18th floor, flat number 56.
“The view must be incredible from up there”, I think as I consider how much of it I’m going to be able to see. All too quickly, the elevator reaches the floor I’m looking for and as I step out, my stomach churns with an excited, nervous energy.
This is a big step for Us, we haven’t done this before.
As I reach the door I press the bell and the door opens almost immediately to a vaguely familiar tall, handsome, well built man dressed in grey tracksuit bottoms, and a white t-shirt hugging the contours of his broad shoulders. A bright smile flashes across his face and he leans forward to kiss my cheek as I step inside.
The door closes behind me with a click that both shakes me … and awakens a little monster.
He takes my bag from me, places it down at the entrance to a bedroom and shows me around his stylish apartment as we start chatting. The view really is stunning and he offers me a glass of wine which I gladly accept. It’s the calm before the storm and a glass of wine definitely helps take the edge off.
He knew that I was coming to him straight from work and have asked to be able to have a shower once I got there and to sort myself out so, after the tour of his apartment, and as our hands start to find each other, he shows me to his bedroom with an en-suite shower.
He hands me a clean, dry towel and tells me that he’s going to get himself ready as I walk over to his king sized bed, set sturdily into a thick, sleeper wood frame – my favourite – and start to unpack the clothes I’d brought with me. Before leaving though, he glances over the items I’ve laid out on his bed, gently grabs my face with one hand kisses my lips and smacks my arse with the other. “Don’t keep me waiting”, he says.
I take a few sips of wine and then head into the shower to prepare myself for an evening of being used by a man far more dominant than you would ever dare to be with me, and I feel a sense of mischief coming over me.
I don’t have to hide this!
You know where I am and you have an idea of what is going to happen, although you can’t be sure, and I know that I have had your mind fixed firmly on me since I kissed you goodbye this morning, your arms outstretched in a plea for me to stay, mixed with your desire for me to be the slutty little black cock whore that you have only ever seen once and get what I’m looking for.
I step out of the shower and start to dry myself off, aware that I can hear music coming from the lounge. It’s quite loud and definitely running off a playlist, not the radio, but; could I hear something else? No, it’s probably just the music…
I pick up the lingerie I had bought myself with your money and get dressed, stopping to look in the mirror at how incredibly hot the leather suspenders look matched with black, lacy panties, a tight, long sleeved crop top and knee high leather boots.
I touch up my make up as I finish my glass of wine and brush my teeth before adorning my lips with red lipstick, drawing myself up to my full height and walk out of the bedroom.
Mike walks straight up to me, his shirt has been removed, showing off strong, dark, well defined abs, and … he is not alone!
I start to protest in surprise but he grabs my hair and guides me onto the carpet in the centre of the lounge reminding me that we had discussed this at some point over text and that, seeing as I was the guest at his apartment, he’d take the liberty and give me more than I’d bargained for.
His friend, an equally muscle bound man, leans forward on the sofa, taking my face in one hand and slapping me with the other. Lightly at first, but hard enough to keep my attention on him as Mike runs his hands over my body, down my arms, up and between my legs and then squeezes my breasts in his hands.
The guy on the sofa, James, keeps my chin clasped in his big black hand, pressing my cheeks together and reaches down between my legs to grab my pussy as he tells me that I am never going to be the same once he’s ‘done fucking his big black cock into my tight pink pussy’.
Oh my god, I am so wet!
I reach up for Mike’s ribbed stomach and feel my way down to his huge mass of erect cock, my hand barely able to close around the width of him through his tracksuit trousers. By now James has let go of my face, sat back on the sofa and is watching as I hold both of my hands on the top of Mike’s trousers and pull down, slowly… a little bite of my bottom lip… exposing the very reason I had decided to come to his apartment in the first place.
The same big, thick, veiny cock that had given me multiple orgasms only a few weeks before… He places a big hand on the back of my head as I hold onto his wide hips to steady myself and slaps his thick meat against my forehead which encourages James to start stroking his cock through his trousers. I can see the outline of it and cannot believe my luck!
I have hours alone with two men who have every intention of turning me into their little fuck toy and, oh Baby, I wish you were here to see this!
And you just might, as James has taken his phone in his hand and, shifting his weight forward on the sofa, one hand still stroking through his trousers, starts recording.
Mike has wrapped his hand around my high hair bun and has tilted my head backwards causing me to look up at him as he again slaps my face with his cock. I am salivating and I’m aware that my panties are soaked through!
Letting me take just the tip of his cock into my mouth, his hand taking up the length of his shaft, Mike can sense my growing urgency and, soon enough, as I start to drool out of the side of my mouth, big brown eyes looking up at him with a challenging, eager stare he releases his hand from his shaft and slides himself down my throat.
And he holds!
He holds through my retching gags, through the change in my breathing, through the erotic pain of my nails digging into his hips as he sways them slightly from side to side, making sure he claims my throat as his own and, with a sharp tug on the back of my head, I am released.
My breasts glimmer, heaving, covered in my own spit, streams of it still fixed from his swollen, bulging head to my chin as I am yanked by my arm and come face to face with James who now has his cock out of his trousers and ready for my mouth.
He’s not as gentle in his introduction and I again find my throat full . Not holding this time, but sliding in and out of my mouth allowing me little room to take a breath. I am on my knees with one hand on the floor and the other on James’ thigh as he fucks my throat and I feel Mike settle himself between my heeled boots. He moves my drenched panties to one side and pushes two spit soaked fingers against my clit, rubbing and penetrating my tight pussy. Each thrust of his fingers inside me causes me to exhale sharply and choke a little on the massive cock being forced down my throat but it’s the synchronicity between James filling my throat again, holding my mouth against the base of his shaft this time and Mike fucking his thick, hard cock into me that makes me realise just how vulnerable and how completely fulfilled I am at their mercy.
I am their Black Cock Slut.