Willingness and Beyond-Part Two of Sherri’s Willingness · Part 1 (1/3)
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As I looked stupidly at the young negro holding the door so I could slid behind the wheel I shivered visibly. What the hell was going on? His words that it had only been a battery cable didn't make sense, didn't jibe with what I was certain had taken place. Twirling about I starred into the deep shadows searching for the others I was certain were still there. Yet with the exception of the young negro and myself the parking garage was empty, and there was no indication it had been otherwise. At least not since the other employees had left work hours earlier.
But if there were no others here, if what I was certain had occurred really hadn't then dear God in heaven what was wrong with me. How was it that the use of my body by this young negro and an untold number of his friends could have been so explicitly vivid? There had to be a reasonable explanation, there had to be. There was just no fucking way my mind could have imagined such vivid happenings, no way.
Even as I pondered the mystery of what I was certain had been reality I was acutely aware of the dampness between my legs as I turned once more to stare at the young smiling negro. Was he smiling because he as well as his friends had used me as I was certain they had, or was he smiling simply because he was friendly. Well whatever the reason for his smile there was no reason to dwell on it, I had to get to the hotel and check in. Had to get a full nights rest so I could tackle these damn claims tomorrow.
As I slid woodenly behind the wheel of my car my skirt rode so high that my naked crotch was clearly visible. Naked? How was that possible? I had worn panties this morning, hadn't I? In my confusion and doubt I simple sat there with skirt up and legs open making not the slightest attempt to hide my nakedness. Perhaps my inability to do anything was because I still hadn't come to terms with the fact that the panties I was certain I had put on this morning were absent. For what seemed like an eternity I looked into the young negro's smiling eyes then I broke eye contact but not before muttering thank you Joseph.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him lean down and into my car and inexplicably my heart skipped a beat. As I turned quizzically once more in his direction the crazy thought that he was going to kiss me raced through my mind. The thought had really been more wishful thinking then any thing else even though for the life of me I don't why I thought such a thing. Then as if in answer to my wishful fantasy his thick lips touched mine and in answer my own parted, both to accept his probing tongue but more so to let him know I welcomed his kiss.
A soft rumbling purr vibrated in my throat and my heart beat furiously as our lips and tongues pressed and dueled each with the other. In the thrill of the moment I had forgotten about his hand which he'd placed on my thigh as he'd leaned in to kiss me. But I was quickly reminded of its presence as his fingers walked feather like along my inner thigh then fluttered against my damp lips. My pleasurable moan was swallowed by Joseph's hungry mouth as without conscious thought my legs opened wider and my hips bucked from the seat in an effort to make greater contact.
Whether it was my imagination or whether my ringing ears actually heard the question I can't rightly say. But in answer as to did I want to be his bitch, his white trash slut to use whenever and however he wished a choked pleading "Yes, oh God yes" escaped my trembling released lips. To compound my confusion and uncertainty as to what was real and what was imagined I was certain I heard a chuckled course you do sweetmeat, and you's going to be a good fuck slave for diz nigga ain't you white girl.
Not until my head had snapped back as if jerked and my sightless eyes were starring beyond the headliner of my car was I aware that he had broken the kiss. Reason left me as my lungs desperately gulped in much needed oxygen while my hips as if with a mind of their own bucked spastically up at the fingers rhythmically delving into me. Repeated soulful moans of "YES, Oh God YES a thousand times Yessssssssssss spilled from my trembling lips in answer to his questions, his taunts.
Then inexplicably I somehow managed to regain a measure of control over my facilities. Maybe it was because a small spark of sanity in my aroused brain screamed that what was happening was perverse, was sick, or maybe it was because for a moment Joseph's fingers ceased their movement. Whatever the reason was though, and whether it was real or imagined, together with pulling on his wrist in an attempt to dislodge him my legs snapped shut.
"Please Joseph please. Please stop. It was wrong for me to tease you all those times but it was especially wrong to let you kiss me. I'm sorry, truly I am but there's nothing between us. There can never be anything between us." For a moment he simply looked into my eyes without saying a word then he jerked his hand from between my tightly clamped legs and slowly stood upright.
"It's cause I'm black ain't it bitch. Shit. You fucking white cunt's piss me off to no end! You struts around in dem short little skirts shaking your tight little asses an showing lots a flesh. You like a thousand other white bitches in thinking it's ok to tease da darkie, make him think he's going to get a little. But when da brother tries to gets a little of what you's been throwing in his face you starts blubbering noooooo."
Without knowing how else to defuse the situation that I had unwittingly allowed myself to be dragged into I muttered that there were just some things that were wrong, and I didn't mean just the difference in race either. Had he ever once stopped to consider that the reason I dressed the way I did was because of my husband. Or that because my skirts were so short it was inevitable that men saw more then what I really intended for them to see.
For a second I paused trying to think of what else I might say that wouldn't sound to ridicules then I blundered ahead. Had he forgotten that I was a professional business women. That I had a reputation to uphold and had to set an example for others. What would those people think, what would my bosses think if I had an affair with a lowly mail clerk. But like everything else that had gone wrong that day my babbling instead of accomplishing what I had hoped for did just the opposite.
Even though I had thought, even though I had prayed that I had defused the situation nothing could have been further from the truth. My failure became all to apparent as Joseph with a smug arrogant grin slowly unfastened his belt then slid his baggy jeans from his hips.
For several heart throbbing moments he stood there in his shorts with his pants about his ankles looking directly into my eyes without saying a word. Then dropping his shorts he grabbed his semi hard cock stroking it slowly while at the same time jerking his hips in an exaggerated humping motion. Then still pumping his cock he shuffled forward hissing you stupid God damn white trash cunt. All I wanted was to bust my nuts. I weren't looking for nothing permanent. But no, you couldn't see your way clear to let the darkie stick his dick in that precious white pussy of yours again could you you stupid fucking slut
To say I was flabbergasted would be an understatement. How could he have so badly misinterpreted what I had said? How could he have read more into my words then I had intended. How? And dear God what had he meant by again. In my confusion of the moment though those thoughts fluttered by to swiftly to grasp. My whole thought process was centered on what had given him the impression that I was looking for a long term relationship. Then suddenly I remembered the last flustered words that had tumbled from my mouth. Oh God noooo, noooooooo.
As if to validate my panicked thoughts he growled you want something permanent sweetmeat, you gots it. How's your pleasuring this nigga whenever he takes a notion to bust a nut sound ho. That more like what you had in mind when it come to giving up that pussy skank. Well is it you fucking cock hungry white trash slut?
I tried to respond, tried to tell him that he had completely misunderstood what I had said. But all that came from my throat were little squeaks as my eyes flickered repeatedly from his smiling face to his cock. Which even as I starred at it seemed to grow longer, thicker, harder.
Unconsciously my tongue traced over my scarlet colored lips adding sheen and invitation as my mind fixated on the size of his cock. It appeared to be nearly twice the length of my husbands four inches and every bit of twice again around. My God how could a boy so young have such a penis I wondered as unresistingly I let him remove my right hand from the steering wheel and place it on his pulsing origin.
Whether my soft whimper of no was spoken aloud or but a figment of my imagination I'm not certain. The one thing that was certain though was that despite my real or imagined feeble protest my fingers closed, or tried to anyway, about his throbbing dark hunk of flesh.
As if guided by their own thought process my fingers began a slow clinching pumping motion up and down. About every third stroke my fingers rolled over his bulbous knob smearing his pre cum over it before again sliding down his tumultuous length. "Oh yea bitch, dat's it, dat's what I's talking bout. Stroke Mastuh's cock sweetmeat, shows Mastuh how much you wants his fine black cock. Makes Mastuh nice and hard so's as he can fuck your bigoted holier den thou mouth."
Whether or not he realized he had pushed my button I don't know. But a shiver of arousal and a mad desire to please the domineering young negro raced through me and I began to stroke and massage him faster. Other words, other promises spilled gutturally from his mouth and the thought of acceding to his ever perverted desire sent my heart to racing. Leaning forward I starred fixedly at his slit and the pre cum leaking from it.
I wanted to stop. I wanted to pull away from him then slam the car door and drive away, but I couldn't. His self assuredness, his gruff authoritative manner was like a magic spell binding me to him. For a moment the memory of the five white men who had used me weeks earlier filled my consciousness then faded, its place taken by the young negro mail clerk Joseph. Was this what I had been searching for? Had I been unknowingly praying for someone to command me, to bend me to his desires.
Then the thought was forgotten as the minuscule distance remaining between his beautiful dark cock and my face was quickly and unhesitatingly closed. "Go on slut, wrap dem painted lips of yours bout your Mastuh's black cock. Shows him how much you wants to pleasure him."
Unaided by him even though his fingers were still entwined in my hair I bent forward at the waist pressing my lips to his throbbing black hardness and kissed him. Not once but several times, both on his bulbous head and all along his almost midnight dark eight or nine inch length. Then together with my lips parting and after my tongue had swiped over his bulbous crown lapping up his pre cum I took his twitching blackness into my mouth and began to lovingly suck him.
Together with my tongue swirling about and while drawing a suction on the head of his dark cock my right hand continued its clinching rolling motion up and down his thick length. My left hand, at first fluttering as if uncertain as to what to do, slipped beneath his shirt to stroke his abdomen and hairless chest. The blood pounding in my ears deadened his exuberant youthful voice making it hard for me to understand, but the pulling of my hair the pumping of his hips spoke volumes.
Leaning forward further I took another inch then two more between my lips before pulling back then doing the same all over again. How many times I did so before my lips hit my hand and my gag reflex kicked in I'm not certain but with each jerk of his hips I tried to take even more of him into my mouth. From somewhere deep inside me an insatiable desire to please this negro youth in all and every way grabbed hold of me.
My right hand, long ago having dropped from his cock to his testicles began to roll and squeeze them in ernest as he pushed ever deeper into my mouth. Like a sixteenth century European lady of royalty before her Nubian captor I slavishly, lovingly with both mouth and hand paid homage to his beautiful throbbing black staff. Another word, another action on his part and my subservience to this young virile black would be total. When that happened, and I was certain that it would, he would truly be my Master and I his slave. My marriage, my job would be but secondary nuisances to whatever his desires were.
Yet even as the certainty of my fate enveloped me a flickering spark of sanity, of reason tried to shine through. But it was to little to late. A moan of arousal, of supplication vibrated my larynx as my left hand slid from his abdomen to his waist then to his jerking hip as he began to hump even faster. I had heard about deep throating. Had even watched a porno movie once with my husband in which a lady had done so. But until that moment I had never in my wildest dreams imagined myself doing such a thing.
As his cock hit the back of my throat then pushed into my esophagus I felt as if I would throw up. The slurping purring noises I had been making turned to gagging hacks as again and again and ever deeper into my throat his thick dark hardness slithered. Joseph's pleasure was evident each time his hips jerked forward sending his tumultuous dark hardness further into my esophagus. His grunted taunts for me to take his black cock, for my white trash ass to fuck my throat with my nigga Mastuh's chocolate baby maker sent my heart, my mind reeling.
My entire being filled with an unbridled desire to pleasure him completely and I pushed forward not stopping until my lips pressed into the sparse kinky hair surrounding the base of his cock. At that moment and not one second sooner my gagging hacking sputters once again turned to meowing purrs of supplication and pleasure. With both my hands clutching, squeezing, jerking on his ass cheeks it was me that was now controlling how often and how deep his cock pushed into my throat, not him.
For what seemed like an eternity I pulled him to me. My need to have him fill my mouth, my throat, my stomach with his seed was like an obsession and I tried to tell him as much each time his cock pulled from my throat. My whimpering pleas were incomprehensible though even to my own ears. Yet I'm sure he knew of my hungry need to taste his seed because faintly I heard him jovially encouraging me to suck his black popsicle. To gobble my nigger Masters cock and drink his seed. Then a grunt such as that that a wild animal would make filled my ears as together with a spastic quivering of his wonderful black cock and a tightening of his buttocks he pushed yet once again deep into my throat.
My heart, my mind soared heavenward because of his words and actions. They were as if in answer to my fervent pleas that I was unable to give voice to yet were echoing inside my skull. His cock quivered and jerked in my mouth as if it were a living entity as his fingers tightened in my hair. But even as he held my face tightly to his loins my own hands pulled even more franticly on his tight quivering buttocks. He was so deep in my throat that I couldn't taste him and oh God how I so desperately wanted to.
As if Joseph, no, that's wrong not Joseph my Master, yesssss my Master. As if my Master were aware of my hungry need to taste his seed he jerked his cock from my throat micro seconds after his first ejaculation had coated the walls of my esophagus. As all but the broad knob of his wonderful cock slipped from my mouth I began a frantic sucking on his cock such as a newborn baby would at its mothers tit. With cheeks hollowed and with tongue lapping at the underside of the bulbous head between my tightly clasping lips my right hand flew to his testicles rolling them, hefting them, encouraging them to release that which I so desperately wanted.
His chocked grunts for me to swallow my black Masters seed, to drain his balls of every drop vibrated like a tuning fork in my ears. In a mad desire to both please and obey the youth who I had willingly surrendered to my throat muscles worked desperately to accomplish what he as well as I wanted. Like a traveler on a desert who is dying of thirst and then offered water I drank long and greedily, not stopping until I had drained him completely.
When at long last he pulled his cock from between my lips I turned my face up to his. As our eyes met I opened my mouth showing him what little I hadn't already swallowed then together with a smile touching my lips the thick warm globular mess joined that which was already in my stomach. As his hand tenderly, almost lovingly, caressed my cheek and tickled my ear my trembling fingers pushed the single globular string of his cum into my mouth that had earlier escaped from between his tumultuous cock and my lips. Then as he patted and rubbed my head much as one would a favored pet he commended me for being such an obedient slut.
But then the tenderness and affection he had shown vanished like a puff of smoke as his hand dropped from my head and he stepped back. "Shows Mastuh your snatch ho, shows him what's going to be pleasuring nigga cock from now on." For a moment I hesitated as I hadn't been prepared for his declaration. "Now God damn it, not tomorrow you white trash slut." A salacious thrill at being talked to, of being commanded thusly shot through me but yet I hesitated. At my continued hesitation he stepped forward twisting his fingers cruelly into my long red hair and yanked me to my feet.
His gruff voice, his sudden rough treatment so scared me that it brought tears to my eyes. Still though I had enough presence of mind to whimper yes Joseph when he hissed don't you ever make me have to repeat myself cunt or you'll regret it. Pulling my face to his he hissed menacingly while looking into my blue gray eyes. "I doesn't ever wants to hear you calling me Joseph again either sweetmeat. When you address me from now on you best be doing so as Mastuh, you got dat bitch. Dat goes not only for when I be pimping your white trash ass to some bro's but at da office as well."
My face must have betrayed me for he chuckled dat's right ho, da only thing I ever wants to hear out dem pretty black cock sucking lips of yourn, an den only when I speaks to you, best be yes Mastuh, no Mastuh. You member dat white girl den everything' going be just fine, yes sir just fine. Then as quickly as his anger had flared he laughed don't worry pet, I ain't going to make your life a living hell at da office. Least ways not as long as your an obedient little slut an continue to please me.
Releasing his hold on my hair he stepped back and said go on bitch show me that snatch, and you best make it quick. With the implied threat hanging in the air and not wanting to take the chance that he was making idle threats I hastily raised my short skirt about my waist. For a moment he stood there unmoving then faster then I thought it was possible for someone to move he was on me.
Smiling broadly he pushed his hand between my legs fluttering his fingers lightly against my wet puffy lips. My mouth became dry and a lump formed in my throat as a heartbeat after his fingers ceased moving he drove a finger into me and began slowly moving it about. A mocking taunt of had I ever found enjoyment in servicing black cock's before caused my face to redden profusely as the gray matter between my ears again flashed explicate images.
Yet even as I nodded negatively my mind gibbered almost hysterically your a lying filthy slut. Or do you still think it was all a dream. Confused and uncertain as to what was real and what wasn't I could only stand there with downcast eyes as he snickered had I ever dreamed of groups of nigga's shoving their hard dark cock's into me. For what seemed like an eternity I stood unmoving and then hesitantly, reluctantly I nodded affirmatively.
"Well den we's going to have to sees to it you gets what you be wanting ain't we sweetmeat. Course your going to have to tell me what you be wanting seeing as how I just a dumb ignorant nigga." My addled brain screamed for me to tell him that I wanted nothing more to do with him. That my kissing him, my letting him fondle me but most of all my sucking of his powerful black cock had all been a mistake but the words caught in my throat. My silence was like a green light to him as like a bully tormenting a classmate he continued to taunt me.
"Does Sherri wants Mastuh to shove his big black cock in her sweet smelling cunt and fucks her likes she ain't never been fucked fore? Would she likes Mastuh to do dat, well would she huh?" Despite my initial reluctance to admit that his words were affecting me his brazen relentless questions were having the affect he desired. As a shiver of unbridled wantonness racked my slight frame any flimsy pretense I'd had of denying my need vanished like mist on a summer morning. Even as the gray mush between my ears struggled to form an answer to his relentless taunts my lips parted and a pleading whimpered yes Master, oh God yes spilled from them.
But he wasn't through tormenting me, in fact far from it. His next taunt though instead of being answered with a near hysterical scream of yes Master as he expected elicited only silence as I looked beseechingly into his eyes. "Maybe sweetmeat would like it if stead of just Mastuh fucking her lilly white ass other nigga's did too! Dat is what you be wanting isn't it sweetmeat? You does be wanting a bunch of other black ass big dick nigga's sides Mastuh pounding dat fine white pussy of your'n doesn't you?" If'n dat be the case sweetmeat den Mastuh be more an happy to see you gets all da nigga cock you wants, den so
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