Willingness and Beyond-Part Two of Sherri’s Willingness · Part 2

Willingness and Beyond-Part Two of Sherri’s Willingness · Part 2 (2/3)
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me."

Then together with his thumb and forefinger hurtfully pinching my aroused moist lips he growled answer me you God damn white slut. "Does you or doesn't you want lots of big dick black bucks pounding dat sweet smelling tight pussy an filling you with dar seed?" Numb and in shock at the turn of events I could only nod in reply. But my hesitant affirmative nod was not what he wanted because together with pushing yet another finger into me he growled Mastuh didn't hear what you be wanting ho.

Despite the pain he inflicted I refused to say aloud what I had hesitantly nodded affirmatively to. I knew that if I admitted aloud what my curious mind had repeatedly fantasied about after my husband's vivid telling of two negro's breaking into our home and using me repeatedly even animalisticly throughout the long night I would be lost. But lost I was as with a knowing smile on his face he pushed yet a forth digit into me while at the same time vigorously rubbing his thumb over my clit.

"Tells me sweetmeat. Tells Mastuh how you be wanting lots of horny ass nigga's shoving dar hard black cock's in your holes. Tells Mastuh how you wants dem to breed you like da white trash slut you is, tells me!" Like a lost soul I caved into my perverted desire as together with shivering uncontrollably a brilliant flare of light exploded on the backs my tightly closed eyelids. As my petite body shook uncontrollably from my orgasm a near hysterical scream of "Yes Master, oh God yes lots of them, lots of themmmmm burst unashamedly from my dry throat.

Pulling his fingers from me he stepped back chuckling I knew you was a black cock ho first time you flashed your panties at me sweetmeat. Then as if he were a totally different person, as if he were once again the young innocent mail clerk I had imagined him to be he pleasantly said call me after you checks into the hotel. Then pressing a piece of paper into my shaking hand he turned and disappeared into the shadows but not before throwing back over his shoulder gonna be an interesting weekend slut, yes sir a real interesting weekend.

For a moment I stood there starring at his back until he disappeared into the darkness. Then dropping my skirt I slumped to the seat and together with placing my head in my hands I cried brokenly. Like a broken record I repeatedly sobbed was I so fucked up from my husbands and my own fantasies as well as my gang fucking weeks earlier that I could so easily fall pry to such a boy. After countless minutes of soul searching I brushed my tears away and slid behind the wheel. Then with the last part of my inquiry of what had I gotten myself into filling my brain to overflowing I drove from the garage.

Fifteen minutes later I was in front of the Hyatt Regency. As the valet opened my door I picked up my briefcase and laptop. Slipping the ticket he gave me into my purse I walked woodenly by the doorman and to the front desk. After telling the clerk I would be staying the weekend I inquired in what I hoped was off handily about security, about unwelcome intruders while signing the registry. After being assured that no one other then guest and the parties they specifically authorized could enter the hotel a thousand pounds seemed to fall from my shoulders. Then following the bellhop I walked jauntily to the elevator and made my way to the twelfth floor.

After opening the door to my suite the young negro bellhop carried my briefcase and laptop into the bedroom placing them on the bed. After showing me through my suite he opened the heavy drapes showing me the balcony and a panoramic view of the city. As I pressed a twenty dollar bill into his hand he winked then smilingly said that if there was anything, anything at all that I needed he would be more then happy to oblige me.

Still holding my hand he both pulled and leaned into me. His breath was like a blow torch against my ear as he whispered I's real good at scratching itches missy. As if a spike of electricity had shot through me the fine hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and a soft moan issued from my lips at his insinuation. My addled mind screamed oh God what was I a magnet for blacks and I swayed drunkenly as his tongue swapped over and into my ear. Then suddenly I was alone with his huskily whispered feels free to call room service and ask for Jamal if'n you be wanting something special ricocheting against the walls of my skull.

Slumping to the couch I looked at the door. What the hell was it with negro's that made them come onto a white woman so blatantly as that bellhop had just done I wondered. They're like dogs sniffing the wind looking for a bitch in heat, which by the way is probably what I smelled like and why he had come onto me as he had. Well no matter I sighed. There was no need to dwell on his thinly disguised hints as there was no fucking way in hell I'd ever call him. Another sigh together with a mumbled I may as well get this over with spilled from my lips as I recovered the piece of paper from my purse that Joseph had given me. After a cursory glance I reached for the phone and punched in the number.

My first attempt was greeted by a busy signal. Slamming the phone down I looked at it as if it had betrayed me then picking it back up and while looking at the piece of paper dialed the number again. As the connection was made but before it was answered I giggled almost nonsensically that there was no reason to worry about Joseph either. There was no way in hell he could get to me. After all hadn't the desk clerk said as much. I was safe at least for the weekend. As for work, well I'd worry about that when the time came. For right now though I'd just go with the flow. Let the young black think I was eagerly awaiting him.

My thoughts that I was pulling a fast one on Joseph were interrupted as suddenly the sound of rap music blared from the phone. After the briefest of pauses I cheerfully said Master it's sweetmeat, I'm in room twelve sixty three." But instead of receiving acknowledgment to my call as I had expected, the phone instantly went dead. With a smile creasing my lips I hung up assure in the knowledge that no matter what I had said or how eagerly I had said it I would not be seeing Joseph. Not this weekend or any other weekend for that matter. What's more, with him like my husband out of the way for the weekend I would be able to save my job.

Together with unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it from my skirt I sat cross legged on the bed then opened my briefcase. As I reached for the first file I remembered I had promised myself a drink or three, and Jesus H Christ did I need one after the way my day had gone. Hell, a good stiff drink might even wash the lingering taste of Joseph's cum from my mouth I snickered. Reaching for the phone I asked for room service and after placing my order for a bottle of Glen Moray Scotch I turned back to the file.

As I finished entering the second file into my laptop I glanced at my watch cursing the incompetence of room service. Just as I angrily reached for the phone with the intention of giving them a piece of my mind a knock along with a muffled room service stilled my hand. About God damn time I muttered as I uncrossed my legs and climbed from the bed just as the door opened and the service cart was pushed into my room. As I started from the bedroom I suddenly remembered that my blouse was open. Turning about I fumbled with the buttons not even paying attention to the service clerk.

Hardly had my fingers touched the second button of my blouse when like a disjointed marionette I twisted about almost falling in the process as an all to familiar voice snickered waz up sweetmeat. My hand flew to my mouth to stifle my gasp of surprise as I starred stupidly into Joseph's grinning face. But how? How was it possible that he was standing before me? Yet even as I pondered his appearance I obediently turned and walked back into the bedroom at his command. After clearing the bed of my work in compliance to his wishes I turned and faced him waiting for his next command.

"Time to check out dat pussy sweetmeat. See if'n it be liking nigga cock much as your mouth does. Now why don't cha go on ahead an get out of dem clothes den get yourself comfy on da bed. I'll join your cock hungry ass soon as I have a drink of this fine whisky you was kind enough to order." As I began to hurriedly remove my clothes he laughed easy sweetmeat easy, take it slow. I knows your anxious to have nigga dick pounding your snatch but damn cunt we gots all weekend.

My shame was like a living breathing entity as heaven help me I couldn't stop myself from obeying him after looking into his twinkling dark eyes. Slowly, teasingly as he had instructed me to do I slide my blouse from my shoulders. Then after but the fleetest of pauses I reached behind me and loosened my skimpy lace bra and dropped it to the floor to join my blouse.

The tiny flickering spark of reason and sanity that had earlier appeared in the company parking garage again tried to exert itself. But just as before it faded to nothingness as my fingers after loosening the zipper of my skirt slowly slid it from my hips then down my legs letting it pool about my feet. His sudden sharp intake of breath let me know that he found my slim pale body to his liking, and my heart thumped crazily with the realization of it.

Shivering slightly with arousal I stepped from my skirt then turned and walked slowly, seductively to the bed and pulled down the covers. At that exact second my educated white suburban house wife and executive brain receded to a minuscule grain. The emptiness left behind was filled with a selfish insatiable need to please this negro youth who was every bit of six years my junior. Instead of simply getting onto the bed then rolling onto my back and fingering myself as he had instructed I became like a jungle cat as my knees hit the mattress.

Slowly, sinuously I crawled forward and upon reaching the headboard I lay face down cradling my head in my arms. Then together with bending my left knee up till it almost touched my perky firm breast I turned my face to look back at him. I knew I looked sexy, even seductive, but I didn't know just how much until together with his drink slipping from his hand he hissed holy God fucking damn sweetmeat you is one fine piece of white tail. You perform as obediently with other bros. you's going to make me one very happy nigga. Yes sir, one very happy and very rich nigga.

Then tearing at his clothes he literally jumped across the intervening space between us landing heavily beside me. A shiver of desire racked my slim curvaceous frame as together with his torso pressing full against me his heavy dark cock fall on my right thigh then jerked against my damp pussy lips. At the same time he turned my face up and around to his and mashed his lips against mine. As he hungrily almost savagely ground his lips against mine his hands began to roam freely over every part of my pale smooth flesh.

For long immeasurable minutes his lips held mine. Then turning me fully onto my back his lips moved down over my chin to press against my throat. For what seemed like an eternity his lips, his teeth playfully nipped at every centimeter of my throat before moving downward to finally close about my left nipple.

A stuttering moan of supplication, of arousal issued from my quivering lips as he suckled and nipped first one then the other of my lust taunt nipples. Then teasingly his lips grazed lightly down over my quivering abdomen stopping momentarily to lather my belly button. My gasping repeated moans of yes Master, Oh God yes sounded abnormally loud in my ears as his face moved downward replacing his hand that had been rubbing, probing my hot wet lips.

Then together with splaying my legs further apart he crawled between them. Slipping his hands beneath my slowly rotating bouncing buttocks he raised them from the bed. As his thick lips covered the boiling cauldron between my legs and his tongue flicked and stabbed against and between my flowering moist lips I screamed in joyous rapture.

How many times his thick tongue lapped between my puckered anus and cunt or speared between my moistened lips I don't know. But by the time he bent my legs back over me then climbed between them and pushed his beautiful black cock into me I was a quivering mass of flesh. His taunts of did I love my Masters cock, did I love his big nigger cock pounding my snatch were answered first by breathless moans then near hysterical screams as he drove animalisticly sometimes savagely into me.

When finally after what seemed like hours and a thousand mind warping orgasms he pulled from me. Like a well played with rag doll I lay there breathing heavily while repeatedly gasping oh God Master, oh God. At that moment my contentment knew no bounds. I knew both in mind and spirit that if I were never fucked again the memory of his taking of me would carry me through the rest of my days. But the young negro I now unquestionably acknowledged without the slightest of hesitation both in thought as well as in voice as my Master was not through.

My further slide into servitude and unquestioning obedience was demonstrated and driven home when after releasing my legs he moved up over my limp body and straddled my chest. Without a word from him I closed my fingers about his semi erect cum smeared cock pulling it to my lips while at the same time raising my head from the mattress and toward his odorous loins.

In an insatiable desire to yet again have his beautiful dark cock inside me I lovingly lapped and sucked his cock and balls of our juices. As I slavishly sucked his semi hard dark cock his huskily whispered words of praise made my brain reel and I doubled my efforts to make him hard yet again. But it was his taunts of a surreal existence as his white slut, his whore to be sold and on occasion freely given to countless other blacks that drove me to a fever pitch of wantonness.

Unknowingly I had found that which I had sought and on finding it my hesitation, my reluctance to again succumb to several men at the same time fell by the wayside. Unlike my whimpering husband who only suggested or hinted how I might fulfill his wishes here was a man, really just a boy since he was only nineteen telling me exactly what my role would be. In unvarnished words he told me that I was his not only in body but soul as well. That my cunt, my ass, my mouth were his to pleasure himself with as he say fit.

His authoritative self assured words were like an aphrodisiac as I lovingly sucked and lathered his hardening hunk of dark manhood. His boast that as his slut I would daily pleasure him and others of his choosing made my heart beat so rapidly I thought it would burst. But what sent my body to quivering and my mind to spiraling out of control was his declaration that I would be the pleasure receptacle for countless numbers of blacks.

Promises that I would be called to the mail room to pleasure not only his coworkers but delivery drivers sent shivers of want through me. But it was his contemptuous mirth filled chuckle declaring that I would also entertain an endless number of brothers in my home that sent me over the edge. The orgasm that racked me was so violent that I honestly feared I would bite him

Pulling his rejuvenated dark cock from my mouth he growled roll over and get on your fucking hands and knees slut. As I eagerly complied his strong hands closed on my hips jerking my buttocks even higher. "I's going to fuck you like a bitch dog in heat you filthy black cock slut." Then kneeing my legs even further apart he pressed himself to me. But instead of burying his poker hard wonderful black cock once more into my cum filled cunt he instead guided it to the tight puckered ring of my anus.

Having only experienced anal sex once before and that when three of the five white men who had gang fucked me weeks earlier had done so fear clutched my heart like a vice. It wasn't the length or girth of my Masters cock that caused my fear because his cock was only slightly larger then Tony's, the largest of the trio that had used me thus. It was just that I was inexperienced, and being inexperienced I doubted my ability to pleasure my Master as I so wanted to do.

Despite my hesitation though a salacious wave of arousal roared through me the instant my Masters dark cock pushed against the tight crinkly ring of my ass hole then slowly wormed into me. Even as the tight puckered ring of my anus splayed open to accept the bulbous head of his dark cock the memory of the pleasure, of the seemingly endless orgasms that had racked my slight frame as the trio of white men had vented their lust on my ass hole filled my consciousness.

The pain, the discomfort was brushed aside as my Master's cock wormed ever deeper into me. Like a shameless nymphomaniac I began pushing back at him as he like a machine repeatedly drove his glorious black cock in and out of my ass hole. Pleading sobs for him to use me, to ravage his white whores ass hole spilled from my trembling lips as I repeatedly and hurtfully skewered myself on his powerful black cock.

His sweat sizzled on my naked quivering flesh like water droplets on hot oil and endless waves of ecstatic pleasure rippled through me as time and again he drove powerfully into me. His labored grunts, his raspy assurances that countless other negro's would find pleasure in shoving their dark cock's into my mouth, my cunt, my ass hole sent my brain to reeling and my body to vibrate like a tuning fork. Long before his cum scalded my anal cavity and he fell heavily over me, my screams for him to shove his black cock harder, deeper, faster into his black cock loving white whores ass became raspy grunts.

After long minutes he rolled to his side and with his arms about me and his cock still embedded in my ass hole I could only do that which I wanted to do anyway and that was to maintain body contact with his youthful body. When he finally did pull from me I whimpered noooo but my disappointment was short lived. Rolling onto his back he chuckled clean me bitch. Without hesitation I curled up beside him then with tongue and mouth lathered his slimy cock until it was once again hard at which point he commanded me to straddle him.

As I straddled his hips and guided him to the seething boiling cauldron between my legs he taunted me saying I was an insatiable slut. That perhaps he should call room service and see if there were any horny nigga's wanting a piece of white tail. But I knew he was only teasing me as together with his fingers pulling twisting my engorged nipples he lunged upwards from the bed sinking fully and deeply into me. As I bucked and undulated atop him I knew his taunt was an idle threat, that this was our weekend together. A weekend, perhaps the only one we would ever have, in which he and he alone would repeatedly and animalisticly enjoy all that I had to offer.

Later, much later with his arm draped over me as I lay on my side with him pressed tightly against me and with his cock still buried in my cunt I drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on my lips. Hours later with the sun shining fully over me I awoke. But instead of my Master being in bed with me as I had expected him to be I was alone. Had last night been a dream, an all to real vivid fantasy like what I'd experienced back in the garage.

Dropping my hand between my legs the puffiness of my lips and the residue that lingered between them from his multiple use of me assured me that last night had indeed been real and not a fantasy after all. As a contented sigh slipped from my lips the smell of freshly brewed coffee caught my attention. Climbing from the bed I headed for the bathroom and a quick shower. I wanted to be clean and fresh before joining Master at breakfast.

Without bothering to wrap a towel about my still wet body I walked into the front room. Why pretend modesty when my Master had seen every part of me already. To my surprise instead of just my Master being in the front room there were two other negro's with him. The bellhop Jamal I knew but the other one, the one I instinctively knew was from the kitchen because of his white uniform, I had never seen before.

Silently praying that my face showed not the least bit of surprise at finding them in my hotel room I continued forward as Joseph laughingly said was I lying when I said my slut was something else. With heart beating crazily at his words of praise I leaned down to kiss him. As I did so he pushed back from the table and patted his lap. The beaming smiles, the in drawn breaths and the nods of approval as I obediently slid onto his lap shot my pulse rate up even higher.

As Joseph's mouth closed about my left nipple and his hand slipped between my legs to teasingly flutter against my pussy lips my gasp of pleasure almost drowned the exclamations of holy shit from the others. Together with my legs falling open I shamelessly squirmed in his lap and soft mewing purrs of pleasure issued from my throat as my Master's mouth and fingers worked their magic.

Stuttering inquiring gasp as to whether Jamal and the one I later learned was Marcus were to be the first of of his many friends to find pleasure with my body tumbled from my trembling lips. Such was not to be the case though as Joseph after relinquishing my nipple laughed maybe later sweetmeat. Then indicating I should take a seat and eat breakfast he turned his attention back to Jamal and Marcus.

Their disappointment was evident but Joseph paid little heed as I prepared a plate and sat down. As the three of them talked, Joseph describing in explicate detail his use of my body and with the others hanging onto his every word I ate in silence for the most part. A couple of times though I was asked to verify a particular piece of Joseph's story when the others disbelievingly muttered no fucking way.

When finally I'd finished eating and after Joseph had finished telling of my night of debauchery and burning hunger for his cock he told the others that he was taking me shopping. Then turning to me he asked if perhaps after we returned I'd like to model some of my new clothes for his frie

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