On Thursday the 30th, I received a call from a woman who immediately said she heard I was a slut for black women. I asked who told her this; she said she's a friend of Fran. I asked her name but she said I didn't need to know that right now. She went on to say that if what she was told was halfway true, it might be interesting if we got together or two. I told her I was in the middle of a work assignment and wouldn’t be completely free until mid August. She refused to wait that long, stating that she’s an extremely busy woman, is used to getting what she wants and reiterated her demand to see me Friday afternoon at 1:00. I told her I’d have to check a couple of things but I’d try. She said she’d call me back in 15 minutes and to figure it out by then plus I could call Fran if I doubted anything she said. I told her that would not be necessary, that I believed her.
When she called again I told her I’d arranged to be available.
She stated she would reserve a room in my name at a specific hotel downtown. Then she proceeded to give me specific instructions … to check in at 1:00 fully dressed in suitable business attire, to have a piece of luggage so it would appear that was cheking into the hotel on business and to have my toy bag inside the luggage. She specifically told me to get the key, go to the room and place my luggage in room, then leave the room immediately, walk around downtown, return to the hotel room at 2:00 and knock on the door. She asked me to repeat her instructions. I did. She warned me not to break the appointment and hung up.
Out of sheer curiosity, I called back to the number that appeared on my incoming call register; it turned out to be an answering service. The voice prompts asked for a name or an extension and since I had neither, I hung up. I called Fran who told me I’d better live up to this womans expectations. I called Katrina who said this isn’t completely unexpected and it’s in my best interest to keep the appointment.
This morning when I dressed for the office, I selected things that matched the woman’s demands … a black long sleeved blouse and a cream a-line skirt, hose and cream colored sandals, bra and panties. I planned to go straight from the office to my appointment with her. After working a couple of hours and having a difficult time focusing, I left the office at noon and drove downtown, parking in the deck behind the designated hotel. Carrying my bag, I felt a little awkward approaching the hotel reservation desk but it was uneventful, I got the keycard and I went up to the room which was at the end of a hallway and entered. The room she reserved was large, nicely furnished with a king size bed and a small desk, two cushy chairs with ottomans. I dropped my bag on the bed, went into the bathroom and peed. There was no sign of her and I really didn’t expect any. I left the room and the hotel.
I went into an arcade across the street and browsed, had a white wine and a cookie at a cafe, peed again, then went back to the hotel. Nervously, I waited for an elevator and mentally checked in with my sanity.
Upon returning to the room just before 2:00, I knocked on the door. She cracked it open as far as the safety chain would allow. All I saw of her was her hand and bare forearm. I noticed her skin tone was quite dark and her nails well manicured. hrough the narrow opening of the door, she handed ne a pair of handcuffs and told me to snap them on my wrists in front and to knock again when I’d done that. She shut the door. I looked up the hall, didn’t see anybody and snapped the handcuffs on me. I took a deep breath and knocked again. She cracked the door open and handed me a blindfold and told me to put that on too. I took it and she shut the door again. The blindfold was serious stuff … black leather patches for the eyes and a thick elastic strap. I put it over my eyes, reached my hands across the top of my head and tightened the strap, then knocked again. I heard the safety chain disengage, the door open and her hand grabbed my left arm and pulled me into the room, locking the door behind me. My heart was racing.
She tightened the elastic strap on the blindfold then told me not to say a word unless she asked me a direct question and to follow her instructions specifically. I whispered yes Maam. She had me to take my skirt and panties off. I could leave on the thigh highs and heels. I stripped the skirt and panties off. She had me unbutton the blouse completely. She paused for a moment and said she wanted my hose and heels off, so I took them off. She guided me to the edge of the bed and had me sit. She used rope to tie my ankles together and tied another rope just above my knees. She told me she would release the handcuffs for a moment and I was to remove the blouse and bra. If I attempted to touch the blindfold she’d hit me. I was nervous as I’ve ever been but I nodded yes.
When she took the cuffs off, I pulled the blouse off and unclasped my bra which she took immediately. She pulled my arms behind my back and snapped the hand cuffs back on my wrists. I was shaking all over. She told me to stand up and helped me to my feet. I felt another rope circling my upper arms and body pinning my arms against me and tied tightly. She walked away from me and lit a cigarette (I could hear the flick of the lighter and the unmistakable aroma of a cigarette) and apparently fixed herself a drink because I could hear ice being put in a glass and something being poured.
For a few minutes I just stood there naked with her presumably looking at me. She lit another cigarette. She didn’t say anything until she walked back to me and ran her hands over my body. I tried to discern if she was clothed, partially undressed or nude. She referred to my breasts as udders and grumbled about them not being bigger. She slapped them several times until they were stinging then beat them more with what felt like a flogger. She told me how hard it was to find a white whore who would take a beating.
She helped me get to a kneeling position and slid something across the floor. She told me to bend forward and place only my head and shoulders on the ottoman. I did and she paused and moved around the room. She started beating me again, this time on my ass and upper thighs, first with what felt like a crop and then the flogger. The beating started out fairly light but she intensified the blows until I was squirming and I knew she was building me up. Then she laid several blows on me that made me yell into the fabric of the ottoman. She laughed and said … ah finally … she told me she likes the sound of a white bitch screaming from her beating. She hit my ass harder then hit the sides of my hanging tits with what felt like the crop. She’d tug on my nipples, pinch them then move her hand away and whip the nipple. I was screaming constantly into the ottoman by that time. She went back to my ass and hit me so hard it brought tears to my eyes.
She sat down in front of me and asked me how good I was at sucking black cock. I began shaking but she assured me she was referring to the dildo of her strappy. I breathed a sigh of relief. She told me that she was going to train me to suck black cock the way she wanted, and to see how well I take it in my ass. She said, as far as she was concerned, my mouth and my ass were my only sexual organs and she was not the least bit interested in my cunt.
She pulled me back to my knees then slapped my face with the dildo in the strappy which I assume she was wearing. By now I sensed she was at least nude from the waist down. She stuck the dildo against my lips and told me to suck. I did so for a long time. It was huge. She kept telling me to take it deeper until she was satisfied that I was doing it properly, and taking it deep enough in my throat. She told me to hold my head back and open my mouth. I did. She forced her nipple into my mouth and I knew she was probably naked. I sucked on one nipple until she moved the other one into my mouth. Her nipples were thick and elongated.
She pushed me back over the foot stool, and then moved behind me. She said she was going to insert a small dildo in my ass to loosen me up. She worked it in and out for some time, commented on how nicely my ass took it and kept fucking until I could take it easily. She removed it then mounted me and penetrated me there with her strap on. I groaned. Again she told me to shut up and take it like a whore. She did not relent, but kept working it until it was fully inside me. She let me rest for a moment then began gently fucking me. She told me to keep relaxing until I could take it all. It felt like she was sliding it halfway to my tummy and her thrusts became more forceful. I was moaning into the foot stool.
She continued fucking me for quite a long time, then I felt and heard her orgasm.
She came around and lifted my head and sat on the foot stool then forced my face down to her pussy. Her only words were to demonstrate my talents at pussy eating. She was definitely hairy but soaked, presumably from her orgasm. I ate her and I put everything I had into my actions until I heard her moaning into another orgasm. She sat there for a while recovering. Then she said that Fran told her that wasn’t the only hole I was good at sucking. I heard her moving around and I believe she was lying tummy down across the ottoman. She told me to lower my face and let my mouth find her ass hole then suck.
When I lowered down to her ass I could tell she’d spread her cheeks and I found my way immediately to her hole. She told me to give her as much tongue as possible, that she wanted to feel it rimming her and penetrating the ring. I traced my tongue over her puckered ridges, sucked and pushed my tongue against the ring and flicked my tongue. She told me to keep doing that and probe my tongue into her ring. I did. I penetrated the ring and got her acrid taste on the tip of my tongue. She kept saying things like … oh mother of god, yes, yes. She moaned out again and said she was cumming. To my knowledge that was her third one. She got up, pushed me back to my knees then pulled me halfway to my feet and shoved me back on the bed like a rag doll.
I was exhausted. She left me lying naked on the bed, handcuffed and bound. She smoked a cigarette in silence, drank some more then went to the bathroom to freshen up. The sounds I heard led me to believe she was dressing. She came back and pulled me to as seated position on the bed. She uncuffed my hands and pulled them back to my front and cuffed them again in front of me.
She then told me she was leaving, and that I should be able to untie myself, and would find the keys to the cuffs on the night stand. If I couldn’t free myself it wasn’t her problem. She told me if I wanted to masturbate she didn’t care. She slapped my face and said she’d definitely call me again. Then she left. When I heard the door close behind her, I lay back down stunned. I had not seen her face, only heard her voice.
Alone, cuffed, bound and with her taste in my mouth, I lay there absorbing what I could only term as an incredible experience. I finally pulled the blindfold off, moved my cuffed hands to my cunt and frigged off as I replayed what happened. I recovered then pulled myself together mentally. I couldn’t even think straight for a moment. I untied the rope at my knees, then my ankles. I scooted over to the night stand, got the key to the handcuffs and freed myself, then with some difficulty, untied the remaining rope pinning my upper arms to my body.
I staggered off the bed and glanced at my clothes piled on top of the bureau where she’d placed them. On top of my clothes was $100 in cash. I thought, good lord I’m a whore. That got to me. I felt weak and sat on the ottoman to get my head together. I shook it off and went into the bathroom to shower. When I looked in the mirror, I already had red welts on my ass and the sides of my tits. I showered, dressed and took the money.
I left the room about 4:30 and notified Jody and Katrina. The whole way home I kept thinking about the fact that I’d never seen her face. She just used me like an object, did what she wanted and left. I don’t know what else to say at this point. Mentally I’m in a daze.
When she called again I told her I’d arranged to be available.
She stated she would reserve a room in my name at a specific hotel downtown. Then she proceeded to give me specific instructions … to check in at 1:00 fully dressed in suitable business attire, to have a piece of luggage so it would appear that was cheking into the hotel on business and to have my toy bag inside the luggage. She specifically told me to get the key, go to the room and place my luggage in room, then leave the room immediately, walk around downtown, return to the hotel room at 2:00 and knock on the door. She asked me to repeat her instructions. I did. She warned me not to break the appointment and hung up.
Out of sheer curiosity, I called back to the number that appeared on my incoming call register; it turned out to be an answering service. The voice prompts asked for a name or an extension and since I had neither, I hung up. I called Fran who told me I’d better live up to this womans expectations. I called Katrina who said this isn’t completely unexpected and it’s in my best interest to keep the appointment.
This morning when I dressed for the office, I selected things that matched the woman’s demands … a black long sleeved blouse and a cream a-line skirt, hose and cream colored sandals, bra and panties. I planned to go straight from the office to my appointment with her. After working a couple of hours and having a difficult time focusing, I left the office at noon and drove downtown, parking in the deck behind the designated hotel. Carrying my bag, I felt a little awkward approaching the hotel reservation desk but it was uneventful, I got the keycard and I went up to the room which was at the end of a hallway and entered. The room she reserved was large, nicely furnished with a king size bed and a small desk, two cushy chairs with ottomans. I dropped my bag on the bed, went into the bathroom and peed. There was no sign of her and I really didn’t expect any. I left the room and the hotel.
I went into an arcade across the street and browsed, had a white wine and a cookie at a cafe, peed again, then went back to the hotel. Nervously, I waited for an elevator and mentally checked in with my sanity.
Upon returning to the room just before 2:00, I knocked on the door. She cracked it open as far as the safety chain would allow. All I saw of her was her hand and bare forearm. I noticed her skin tone was quite dark and her nails well manicured. hrough the narrow opening of the door, she handed ne a pair of handcuffs and told me to snap them on my wrists in front and to knock again when I’d done that. She shut the door. I looked up the hall, didn’t see anybody and snapped the handcuffs on me. I took a deep breath and knocked again. She cracked the door open and handed me a blindfold and told me to put that on too. I took it and she shut the door again. The blindfold was serious stuff … black leather patches for the eyes and a thick elastic strap. I put it over my eyes, reached my hands across the top of my head and tightened the strap, then knocked again. I heard the safety chain disengage, the door open and her hand grabbed my left arm and pulled me into the room, locking the door behind me. My heart was racing.
She tightened the elastic strap on the blindfold then told me not to say a word unless she asked me a direct question and to follow her instructions specifically. I whispered yes Maam. She had me to take my skirt and panties off. I could leave on the thigh highs and heels. I stripped the skirt and panties off. She had me unbutton the blouse completely. She paused for a moment and said she wanted my hose and heels off, so I took them off. She guided me to the edge of the bed and had me sit. She used rope to tie my ankles together and tied another rope just above my knees. She told me she would release the handcuffs for a moment and I was to remove the blouse and bra. If I attempted to touch the blindfold she’d hit me. I was nervous as I’ve ever been but I nodded yes.
When she took the cuffs off, I pulled the blouse off and unclasped my bra which she took immediately. She pulled my arms behind my back and snapped the hand cuffs back on my wrists. I was shaking all over. She told me to stand up and helped me to my feet. I felt another rope circling my upper arms and body pinning my arms against me and tied tightly. She walked away from me and lit a cigarette (I could hear the flick of the lighter and the unmistakable aroma of a cigarette) and apparently fixed herself a drink because I could hear ice being put in a glass and something being poured.
For a few minutes I just stood there naked with her presumably looking at me. She lit another cigarette. She didn’t say anything until she walked back to me and ran her hands over my body. I tried to discern if she was clothed, partially undressed or nude. She referred to my breasts as udders and grumbled about them not being bigger. She slapped them several times until they were stinging then beat them more with what felt like a flogger. She told me how hard it was to find a white whore who would take a beating.
She helped me get to a kneeling position and slid something across the floor. She told me to bend forward and place only my head and shoulders on the ottoman. I did and she paused and moved around the room. She started beating me again, this time on my ass and upper thighs, first with what felt like a crop and then the flogger. The beating started out fairly light but she intensified the blows until I was squirming and I knew she was building me up. Then she laid several blows on me that made me yell into the fabric of the ottoman. She laughed and said … ah finally … she told me she likes the sound of a white bitch screaming from her beating. She hit my ass harder then hit the sides of my hanging tits with what felt like the crop. She’d tug on my nipples, pinch them then move her hand away and whip the nipple. I was screaming constantly into the ottoman by that time. She went back to my ass and hit me so hard it brought tears to my eyes.
She sat down in front of me and asked me how good I was at sucking black cock. I began shaking but she assured me she was referring to the dildo of her strappy. I breathed a sigh of relief. She told me that she was going to train me to suck black cock the way she wanted, and to see how well I take it in my ass. She said, as far as she was concerned, my mouth and my ass were my only sexual organs and she was not the least bit interested in my cunt.
She pulled me back to my knees then slapped my face with the dildo in the strappy which I assume she was wearing. By now I sensed she was at least nude from the waist down. She stuck the dildo against my lips and told me to suck. I did so for a long time. It was huge. She kept telling me to take it deeper until she was satisfied that I was doing it properly, and taking it deep enough in my throat. She told me to hold my head back and open my mouth. I did. She forced her nipple into my mouth and I knew she was probably naked. I sucked on one nipple until she moved the other one into my mouth. Her nipples were thick and elongated.
She pushed me back over the foot stool, and then moved behind me. She said she was going to insert a small dildo in my ass to loosen me up. She worked it in and out for some time, commented on how nicely my ass took it and kept fucking until I could take it easily. She removed it then mounted me and penetrated me there with her strap on. I groaned. Again she told me to shut up and take it like a whore. She did not relent, but kept working it until it was fully inside me. She let me rest for a moment then began gently fucking me. She told me to keep relaxing until I could take it all. It felt like she was sliding it halfway to my tummy and her thrusts became more forceful. I was moaning into the foot stool.
She continued fucking me for quite a long time, then I felt and heard her orgasm.
She came around and lifted my head and sat on the foot stool then forced my face down to her pussy. Her only words were to demonstrate my talents at pussy eating. She was definitely hairy but soaked, presumably from her orgasm. I ate her and I put everything I had into my actions until I heard her moaning into another orgasm. She sat there for a while recovering. Then she said that Fran told her that wasn’t the only hole I was good at sucking. I heard her moving around and I believe she was lying tummy down across the ottoman. She told me to lower my face and let my mouth find her ass hole then suck.
When I lowered down to her ass I could tell she’d spread her cheeks and I found my way immediately to her hole. She told me to give her as much tongue as possible, that she wanted to feel it rimming her and penetrating the ring. I traced my tongue over her puckered ridges, sucked and pushed my tongue against the ring and flicked my tongue. She told me to keep doing that and probe my tongue into her ring. I did. I penetrated the ring and got her acrid taste on the tip of my tongue. She kept saying things like … oh mother of god, yes, yes. She moaned out again and said she was cumming. To my knowledge that was her third one. She got up, pushed me back to my knees then pulled me halfway to my feet and shoved me back on the bed like a rag doll.
I was exhausted. She left me lying naked on the bed, handcuffed and bound. She smoked a cigarette in silence, drank some more then went to the bathroom to freshen up. The sounds I heard led me to believe she was dressing. She came back and pulled me to as seated position on the bed. She uncuffed my hands and pulled them back to my front and cuffed them again in front of me.
She then told me she was leaving, and that I should be able to untie myself, and would find the keys to the cuffs on the night stand. If I couldn’t free myself it wasn’t her problem. She told me if I wanted to masturbate she didn’t care. She slapped my face and said she’d definitely call me again. Then she left. When I heard the door close behind her, I lay back down stunned. I had not seen her face, only heard her voice.
Alone, cuffed, bound and with her taste in my mouth, I lay there absorbing what I could only term as an incredible experience. I finally pulled the blindfold off, moved my cuffed hands to my cunt and frigged off as I replayed what happened. I recovered then pulled myself together mentally. I couldn’t even think straight for a moment. I untied the rope at my knees, then my ankles. I scooted over to the night stand, got the key to the handcuffs and freed myself, then with some difficulty, untied the remaining rope pinning my upper arms to my body.
I staggered off the bed and glanced at my clothes piled on top of the bureau where she’d placed them. On top of my clothes was $100 in cash. I thought, good lord I’m a whore. That got to me. I felt weak and sat on the ottoman to get my head together. I shook it off and went into the bathroom to shower. When I looked in the mirror, I already had red welts on my ass and the sides of my tits. I showered, dressed and took the money.
I left the room about 4:30 and notified Jody and Katrina. The whole way home I kept thinking about the fact that I’d never seen her face. She just used me like an object, did what she wanted and left. I don’t know what else to say at this point. Mentally I’m in a daze.
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