Stories, Screenplays, and Reality Ch. 01

Date: 05.02.2010

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Let me see, I think one was named Leland, or something like . Each fucked me missionary style and came quickly. My pussy seemed to be resting for awhile, sort of like getting a second wind. And, though I climaxed when they did, these orgasms were not nearly as intense as those with Tyronne, Jerome, Reggie and Smokey. However, none of them had any trouble getting me off. Oh! Listen to me . . I never talked like that in my life.

The next guy, TJ, wanted something different, very different. Ten minutes later as he was fucking me, I was on top, but laying over him kissing him with my breasts pressed against his black chest. He was holding the cheeks of my ass. Then, I felt his finger rubbing my asshole. He was very gentle, then started to worm it in.

I stopped moving and said, "what are you doing TJ?"

What the fuck ya think girl, I'm gonna loosen your asshole so I can fuck it."

"No way, I've never done that."

"Well girl, then tonight's the night I get me a cherry bottom, get off me baby."

Honey, you remember when we tried anal sex, I just couldn't do it I guess I must have tensed up or something but you couldn't get in. While TJ wasn't bigger than the other guys he was longer and thicker than you are and so I was sure there was no way that black cock could get in my tight bottom without tearing me. But, something in me said I wanted to experience everything this night.

"Get on you knees sideways on the bed baby, back up to the edge and stick that purty ass in the air," TJ ordered.

Honestly, as I obeyed his instructions, I had never felt so exposed in my life. He stood by the bed, rubbed my ass, then leaned over and kissed each cheek. When he kissed my anus, I thought I would die, but I didn't, instead I just climaxed again. He applied a generous amount of KY to my bottom making it very easy for him to slip his long black finger in as far as possible. After moving it in and out for a minute, a second finger joined the first. I felt full, but incredibly, it didn't hurt, it felt good.

When he removed his fingers and moved against me I stiffened.

"Just relax baby," he said as he rubbed his cock head against my little hole. He pushed and pushed and eventually the head plopped in. This did hurt, but not for long. It seemed like my rectum sucked his cock in. In two or three strokes, he was buried to the hilt and his crinkly pubic hair pressed against my ass cheeks. I guess I didn't understand my own anatomy because I didn't think that I, or any female for that matter, could climax from anal intercourse. Boy, was I ever wrong, my body started shaking, I thought I would pass out as he pounded against my ass. He held a breast in each hand. I reached back with my hand and rubbed my clit and pussy. My whole body was ignited. I smashed back against his thrusts as hard as I could. In no time he took his hands off my breasts, grabbed my waist tightly with both hands to stop my movements, pressed against me shuddered and filled my virgin hole with a shower of his hot cream. We collapsed half on and half off the bed.

By this time, you would think I should be satisfied. I asked Tyronne what time it was and realized that I'd been there going on four hours. During that time, except for when I was with Jerome, I figured that a black cock had been in my pussy, or my mouth, or my asshole for a total of maybe three hours. I had had countless orgasms, by far the most instense of my life and yet, as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, I seemed radiant, alive, excited ready for more.

When I came out of the bathroom proud and tall in my heels, dressed only in the fragrance of my new perfume, Tyronne introduced me to Trevor. "My pleasure," Trevor said as he gave me a friendly hug.

Tyronne said, "Baby, you be real nice to Trev, he paid extra, take him to dreamland."

With that, he left us alone. Trevor was the only man who was dressed in a suit which he carefully took off. He folded his trousers and coat and placed them on a chair as if they were his most precious possessions. Maybe they were.

As we walked to the bed and he said, "Baby, Tryonne asked you to take me to dreamland, I want you to take me around the world."

"What do you mean by that?" was my naive question.

"Don't fuck with me woman. I paid good money and Tyronne said you'd do it, you know what I want."

"Really, I don't know," I said.

"Let me make it simple, first you suck my cock and get it real hard, then, you kiss my asshole, lick it, stick you tongue in it and fuck it and then when I'm just about to come you go back to my cock that better be ready to burst, stick it in your mouth again suck it and swallow every drop of my load. Did you understand all that?"

I didn't know what to say for a minute. This night just kept getter weirder and weirder but I realized that as it got weirder I got hotter. I was very excited by his earthy crudeness. I didn't want any problems so I said, "okay, now I understand what you want," thinking that I could just suck him and probably finish him with my hand and skip the ass stuff.

He laid on his back, I knelt between his legs and took his swollen cock in my hands and stroked it. Then I leaned over and took just the plum-sized and actually plum-colored head into my wet mouth. I started going up and down on it and it got harder and harder. As he got harder, I got hotter. As I traced the seam that ran the length of his long thick cock he seemed to lift a little and involuntarily, my tongue traveled south over his balls across his taint to his crinkly, hairy asshole which I tentatively licked. The smell of his soap and I could only imagine what else, was intoxicating. It wasn't long before I enthusiastically pierced his anus with the tip of my tongue fucking his hole with enthusiasm.

"Baby, baby," suck me again, he pleaded.

I went back down on his cock taking him as deeply into my mouth as I could. I planned to finish him with my hand like I always do you when I'm having my period. When he began to move faster and breathe harder I sucked harder until I felt the semen move up through the tube under his cock to jet in my mouth. I didn't even for a second think of spitting it out, I did exactly as he asked, I swallowed every creamy salty drop because I wanted to. When he came, I experienced a small climax of my own.

"Baby you're a natural, you give the best head ever. Will you be back next week?"

"I don't know," I responded, "give Tyronne a call."

My next appointment was a disappointment. A young kid who must have been a member of Reggie's gang, because he wore the same "colors" was so eager that he didn't last long. I was frustrated already from not having TJ fuck me so when the kid, I honestly don't remember his name, shot his load in about two minutes, I was left very frustrated and hanging. Tyronne and I waited quietly for the next knock at the door. Instead, Tyronne's phone rang.

"What's happin bro . . . that's bullshit man . . . I wish you'da called earlier what can I do now . . . later dude. He ain't coming, some shit about bein followed by the cops or somethin. My body had gotten used to the pace. I had come to expect a different black cock, a different black man every half hour. Now the action came to a crashing halt. I guess I was becoming conditioned. I didn't understand what was happening to me but rather than being satisfied, I wanted more.

"What do we do?" I asked, with a touch of desperation in my voice.

"Nothin purty lady. I guess that's it for here. Go take a shower and get dressed. We'll hit the stag early and probably get there before the bros." With that, he handed me my dress which I took into the by now very familiar bathroom to get ready; though I really didn't know for what. There were four douches left. The waste basket that was empty when I first visited the bathroom to freshen-up was nearly full with tissues and eight empty disposable douches. When I came out, Tyronne, always the business man, handed me several bills folded in half. I didn't count it, or offer to give it back, I just slipped it in my purse. I could have handed it back, I didn't. It was official now. I was a prostitute. I had sold my body, every part of my body for money. I thought I should feel terrible, depraved. I didn't, I felt great.

Part 5

It seemed as if my entire body had become a sex organ. On the drive downtown, Tyronne gently rubbed my bare thigh but he might just as well have been rubbing my nipples or clitoris. Every surface was super sensitive, electrified. As we sped past the Plaza Hotel, I was certain that the lights were still on in our corner suite. I wondered how you were holding up. For just the briefest moment, I was tempted to tell Tyronne to drop me off but the night was still young and I couldn't imagine what the entertainment at a stag party was supposed to do, especially one arranged by Tyronne.

Tyronne said, "Baby didn't you have a good time tonight?"

I couldn't believe he was serious. "Tyronne, you were there part of the time, you know I had a wonderful time. Better than I ever imagined. What made you ask?"

"Yer very quiet honey."

"What do you mean?"

"Guys love for chicks to tell em to fuck em . . . to stick their big hard dicks in em . . . to talk real dirty . . . to tell em that they make ya real wet, especially summin like you with class, know what I mean?"

"I can't do that, I've always been sort of quiet when I make love with my husband, though he's begged me to talk dirty, I never have," I explained.

"Honey, we ain't talkin bout makin love, we talkin bout plain ol fuckin the bros. The only four letter words they don wanna hear from white chicks is, DON'T, QUIT and STOP . . . ha, ha." As we kept driving downtown Tyronne asked, "how ya feelin baby, ya tired, ya pussy sore?" "I'm not tired, I feel great, I feel alive, I feel free and, though I can't imagine why, my pussy's not sore."