July 2008: Chanel's apartment and a Friend

Googled directions to Chanel’s, an apartment complex about 10 minutes from me. She’s on the second floor. She let me in and told me to get naked.

She told me to start cleaning while she finished something. Her apartment isn’t that large the main level has an L-shaped living room, dining room combination, a kitchen and a bath. Off the L is a stairway going up to a loft that has a large room and a bathroom at the end of the loft hallway. I clean downstairs first. In a few minutes she told me to give her some money she wanted to order Chinese take out and some wine; I’d clean while she was gone. I gave her $40 and said I’d like shrimp fried rice. I noticed she took my clothes. I could have grabbed something of hers if I truly needed to in an emergency but what’s the point. It was a strange feeling being alone nude in her apartment but I had my task to do, so I kept cleaning. I finished before she got back and started doing her laundry. When she got back and set the food on the table I noticed there were 2 orders, but neither was shrimp fried rice, plus a half gallon jug of Chablis and a six pack of Michelob. She saw me looking and chuckled that a friend was coming over. I asked who, she said none of your fucking business. Within minutes there was a knock at the door and she told me to answer the door. I did a double take and asked, naked? She said do what I told you, bitch.

I cracked the front door open, slightly hidden behind it and a black woman pushed the door wide open and said, well ain't you a cutie. Guess I’m going to get my money’s worth. That puzzled me. She and Chanel hugged. Chanel never told me her name, just a friend. She was taller than I, very dark skin and had on a denim mini with gold chains around the belt and a red top. They sat down to eat and I sat of the floor and drunk wine out of a round Tupperware container. Chanel kept refilling it and ordered me to keep drinking. I saw the friend slide a small clear sandwich bag across the table with some brown substance in it. When she did Chanel said she’s all yours. I got the sickening feeling I’d just been traded for some marijuana.

The friend got up and told me to get my white ass upstairs. I did. There’s nothing in the loft room except a double bed mattress, no box springs, no bed frame. That’s it. The friend grabbed another beer, followed me upstairs and told me to get on the mattress. She looked at me for a minute and drank the beer. She undressed down to a red bra and panty, walked over to me and backhanded me. She jumped on me and started trying to wrestle me. Twisting me around and pulling me wrapping her arms around me, stuff like that. I yelled and begged her to stop. She kept doing wrestling things to me until she pinned me under her which was easy, I don’t know anything about wrestling stuff. She was sitting on my back with my left arm twisted behind me and flipped me around to my back and pounced on me, her red panty at my face. She snarled at me to unhook the panty and eat her. Trust me, I did it as fast as I could and started sucking her pussy. She was very closely trimmed, but still had lots of short kinky hair but truthfully she had one of the sexiest pussy's I’ve ever seen. She was sweating a lot, especially in her crotch but that added a sense of mystery to her scent. I licked sucked and tongued her like crazy while she snarled at me, demanding that I keep bringing her off. She told me how much she hates white women which just made me eat her that much more diligently. Finally she had an orgasm but kept on rubbing her pussy against me and had at least two more in rapid succession. When I finished she yanked me up by my hair and slapped my face back and forth several times. She got a strappy out of her bag and had me get on all fours and fucked the hell out of my pussy. The entire time she was doing this she was grabbing my tits twisting my nipples. She’d snarl at me that Chantra told her I was used to a lot of pain and all I could mutter was ggawwddddd. She was hurting me. She kept calling me a sick white fuck. When I was pleading with her to stop she pulled the dildo out and rammed it in my ass. She fucked my ass, pulled my hair. I kept yelling, she pulled a gel dildo out of her bag and jammed it in my mouth and told me to shut the fuck up and take it like the whore Chantra says you are. She eventually asked me if I was going to be a good whore and cumm for her I nodded yes. She stopped ramming me, flipped me over on my back and started eating my pussy. I went wild and exploded. She sucked me up and then moved over my face and took the dildo out of my mouth, drizzled her spit and my cumm into my mouth then kissed me hard and bit my lips. I came again while she was doing this. She said, oh you and I are going to get along fabulously.

I laid there limp as a dishrag but all I could think of to say was thank you. She sat against the wall pulled out a cigarette and smoked it and tapped the ashes over my tits. Dropped the cigarette butt in the beer bottle, tossed me the dildo and had me suck it while she laughed at me sucking what had been up my ass. As she was dressing she said I’ll see you again you miserable fuck pig. She went downstairs talked to Chanel some then I heard the front door close.

I staggered downstairs. Chanel just smiled and said how’d you like her. I said she was more than I can handle. She laughed and said well, you might need to go see her sometime soon. I felt a chill. She asked me when I met Katrina away from her house was it always at the fabric store parking lot, I said yes, she said that’s good to know. Then she slid the leftovers to me and told me to have some lunch. She said she’d want me again this week, not sure when, asked me how I was for over-night stays and I said I can’t do over night things generally. She said, we’ll see. She asked me how I liked that loft room up there, I said it’s okay, why… she just snickered and said maybe you’ll see. I looked at her like huh? She told me I could dress and leave. I asked her if she wanted me to serve her. She said in a way you already did. I asked who that person was, Chanel said just someone. I asked if she was also Katrina's friend and she said that’s things you don’t need to know but she knows all about you.

I thanked her and left.