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Black Mamba -Most of the following is true. I’ll leave it to the reader to judge what isfact and what is fantasy. Until six months ago I was known as John Evers.Blonde, five foot seven, slightly built and heterosexual, I had just gonethrough divorce after a stormy six year marriage. Not into the bar scene andat loose ends for things to do in my spare time, I decided to redecorate thehouse the way I wanted it. The first order of business was to completelyrepaint the interior which I proceeded to do. After prepping and paintingevery night for two weeks, I was ready for a break from the tedium and thepaint fumes. It was early on a Saturday afternoon and figuring to watch afootball game and have a few beers I stopped at a bar that I had previouslynoticed a few miles from where I lived.It was cool and dark inside, a welcome relief from the hot bright sun.Sliding on to a stool and ordering a long neck, I perused the place. As myeyes became adjusted to the gloom, I noticed right off that all the customerswere men. Glancing towards the small dance floor I saw that two guys wereslow dancing to a Tina Cole tune.Gay bar! Not a big deal. Having had a sexual affair with an older man whenI was in my late teens I’m not one to throw stones. I settled in to enjoy thegame and do some serious beer drinking.It was half way through the game and I was half way through my fifth longneck when nature called. I made my way, just a tad wobbly, to the rest rooms.I had to go pretty bad so I hurriedly opened the first door I came to. On myway through the door, I noticed that it said “WOMEN.'”Who cares! This is a gay bar. Right? Upon entering I saw a guy standingbefore the mirror painting his lips with bright red lipstick and a tall blackchick leaving a stall. As we passed, eye contact was made and she winked.Blushing furiously, I ducked into the stall that she had vacated.As I stood there, relieving my self, my thoughts went back to the tallblack chick. “She” was absolutely gorgeous. Over six feet tall, in white kneehigh boots with three inch heels, a tight bubble ass, what looked to me asthirty-six C teats and a face that was wild and sultry. She was wearing awhite leather mini skirt and pesant blouse That contrasted beautifully withher mocha skin. Probably endowed with at least a six inch “clit,” my memberbegan to stir and I knew that I had to have “her”.Returning to my stool I looked around but alas my Black Goddess was gone.Settling in and catching up on my beer drinking, she was almost a thought ofthe past, when I felt a presence climbing on to the stool beside me. I wasturned slightly away, content on the game, so it came as a complete shock tome when in my ear, in a throaty voice, I heard,”Hi, honey. Wanta party? Saw you in the ladies room.”I flushed with embarrassment when I realized it was my black goddess. All Icould do was gawk at her stupidly and nod my head “yes.” I knew she was aguy, but I had to have her. My dick was diamond hard when we negotiated theprice of the party. It was a stiff price, almost as stiff as me, but still abargain as far as I was concerned. We would go to a motel for the night anddo obscene things for an obscene amount of money.We spent the next hour or two becoming aquatinted. She told me thatJennifer is her name and domination is her game and that she is a pre-op TVthat gets turned on fulfilling men’s desires…. For a price.I was intrigued and pretty much told her everything about myself. Myhomosexual affair [I was the passive] in my teens and the fact that I wasstill a virgin anally. My marriage and divorce and yes, even some of myfantasies. Jennifer is knock out gorgeous and I was totally captivated and wesoon moved to a booth.Sitting side by side in a semi isolated booth after sharing our lifestories, Jennifer said, “Honey, you’ve had way to many beers to drive. Myplace is a block and a half from here and we can go there instead of a motel,if you pass a small test. Yes, or no?””Sure, why not” I said. I figured that if I didn’t like the test I couldfail it on purpose. Of course I would probably go home drunk with a set ofvery with blue balls and never see her again. “What’s the test”?”I have to go to the powder room honey” was her reply. “I’ll tell you when Iget back. In the meantime you think about the test.” While telling me this inher super sexy, slightly husky voice, she was massaging the inside of mythigh, real close to the head of my swollen cock. I was petrified that Iwould cum and the evening would end before it began. I decided then and therethat I would do my best to pass her little test and get some much neededsexual relief.”I want you to do something for me” she said sliding into the booth. “Go tothe ladies room and put these on.”Jennifer handed me what looked like a piece of rumpled cloth. bahis siteleri It was herpanties! They were hot pink thong panties and they had a wet spot in thecrotch, that I assumed was pre cum. Her hand was once again beneath thetable rubbing my thigh, I nodded meekly and listened carefully to the rest ofthe task.”You are to carry these to the ladies room and exchange them for yourshorts. While you are there, you are to apply this lipstick” she ordered.”You will notice that the color matches my nail polish, shoes, the lipstick Ihave on and “your soiled” panties. Any one that sees us together will knowthat you are spoken for and wont hit on you.”Clutching the panties in one hand and the lipstick in the other, I made myway to the ladies room. Thank heavens there was no one in there. Ducking intoa stall I quickly swaped my jocky shorts for the panties. They were lace meshand as I pulled them over my cock the texture against my glans and the feelof the wet spot had my cock standing at attention. Also the thong stretchedacross my butt hole added to the sensuous effect. With my cock pressedagainst my stomach, I had to struggle to button my levies. Now for thelipstick.I stood before the mirror, placed my jockey’s on the sink, formed my mouthinto an O and began to coat my lips with the hot pink gloss. While blottingmy lips as I had seen my ex do, the door opened and another “gal” entered theroom. She looked at the underware on the sink and my painted lips and saidknowingly, “Love the color sugar. You must be with Jen.” Flaming withembarrassment, I nodded yes and hurriedly left the rest room.My face was a deep crimson as I made my way back to the booth. I felt thateveryone was looking at me, knowing that I was wearing panties and sporting araging hardon. My painted lips were certainly obvious and so were the shortsI carried in my hand. As I neared the booth I put a little wiggle into my assfor Jennifer’s benefit. Jennifer beamed her approval when I sat down. Herhand quickly dipped beneath the table and began rubbing my engorged cock.”You like wearing my panties don’t you” she whispered hotly into my ear.”Yes I do”, I replied honestly, they feel so sensual”.”You’ll have to buy a smaller pair when you get a chance. Also you need tolearn how to tuck your equipment to eliminate that unsightly bulge. You hadevery faggot in here drooling as soon as you left the restroom”. Thisconfirmed my earlier suspicion and sounded to me like Jen thought I’d bedoing this again. I don’t think so.”You passed the test” Jennifer said “Let’s have a glass of Champaign tocelebrate and then we’ll go to my place for fun and games or fucking andsucking if you prefer.”The sooner we can do the fucking and sucking, the better” was myinelegant reply.”Great” Jen exclaimed. “There is one last thing. When the waiter takes ourorder, you are to hand him your undies and ask him to dispose of them. Yousee sweetums you won’t be needing them anymore”.I was shocked. The thought of me handing the waiter my shorts had meflushing bright red. Add to that, talking to him and drawing attention to myhot pink lips absolutely mortified me. Strangely enough though I felt my cockstraining painfully hard against my panties. Good grief! I thought of them as”my” panties. I was astounded. With down cast eyes and head tiltedsubmissively, I heard myself say “Anything you desire my black goddess. Itwould give me great pleasure to make you happy.””MMMMMM. We’ll see about that when I get your cute little pink ass to myplace and start feeding you some black meat. You need a strong woman toguide you down the path to witch you are about to embark. I’ve decided tomake you my bitch. Would you like to be my bitch?Yet again I was shocked. Is this what I wanted? What would being her bitchentail? Granted, judging by the size of “her”, she probably had a very largecock. I had never had it in the ass before but I figured it would be part ofbeing her bitch. My pucker ring began to tingle in anticipation. Bowing myhead meekly I answered “More than anything in life”.With those words my fate was sealed. I’ve since discovered that beingsomeones bitch is the same as being their sex slave. My name is now Vanessa.My worry about giving my shorts to the waiter was short lived. When heappeared at the table, I recognized him as the guy who was applying red lipgloss in the ladies rest room earlier. He was now wearing a pink cutoff Tshirt, short shorts, a frilly apron and high heel sandals.We looked at each other knowingly and blushed. It appeared that we were bothsharing similar situations. After I had specified the drinks and a requestfor the check, I timidly asked him to dispose of my underwear as Jennifer hadordered. Raising his arched brows and smiling he brought the garment to hisnose and asked canlı bahis me seductively if he could keep them. Burning withembarrassment I nodded my permission. Thanking me he turned and left.Following him with my eyes, I saw that the back pockets and material aroundhis buns had been removed exposing his ass cheeks which jiggled wantonly ashe clicked away on his high heels.While this was taking place Jen had undone my levies and was now rubbing myturgid cock through my lace panties. Digging her long finger nails painfullyinto the underside of my member, Jennifer told me that it looked like I hadmade my first conquest and that she was jealous. I immediately apologized andassured her that it was not my fault and I wanted only to be with her,although I was secretly pleased that I had that affect on thewaiter/waitress.”The girls name is Melanie, Jennifer explained, and she belongs to theowner of this establishment. He likes to punish her by having her wait tableswhen she misbehaves. Jen went on to say that she would have a talk with himabout his girl friends sluttish behavior. Sensing my unease Jen said, “You’llbe spending a lot of time here so get used to it. The after hours parties area real blast.”What the hell kind of place is this? Melanie “belongs” to the owner? Afterhours parties? What am I getting myself into? Or better yet, who will begetting into me?In a short time Melanie minced back with the celebratory Champagne and thecheck. After pouring the wine and with her back toward Jennifer she handed methe check and silently mouthed the words “Call me.” Along with the bill was ascrap of paper that I assumed contained her phone number. As inconspicuous aspossible I nodded my head slightly depositing the note in my pocket whiledigging for my money. As it turned out, it was her phone number, but you willread about that later.We had finished the wine and were preparing to leave, when Jennifer handedme a compact and the tube of lipstick and told me to repair my makeup. “Do ithere bitch. I want to watch you” she hissed. Yet another humiliatingsituation. With trembling hands I repeated the ritual that I had done earlierin the ladies room. Although embarrassed beyond belief, I was painfully hardand straining against my panties. It finally dawned on me that I was actuallyenjoying the humiliation and was so sexually charged that I would do anythingthat she asked [or ordered] me to do. No matter how degrading.”You can keep the makeup Honey,” Jen said. “I really must give you asuitable purse for your personal belongings. It’s so unlady like to carryyour stuff in pockets. Besides most skirts don’t have pockets. You look socute in that shade of lipstick, I can’t wait for you to massage my black meatwith those hot pink lips of yours.”Following her through the bar towards the exit, mesmerized by her swayingass, I thought that we must be quite a site. The beautiful black amazontrailed by her submissive, slightly built white sissy. As we left the boothshe had handed me her purse to carry, making me extremely self conscious ofmy appearance.Finally we were outside in the blessed darkness. Because of the late hourthere were few people about which relived me of some of my anxiety. With herlong legs Jen set a brisk pace and we soon covered the two blocks to herhome.Once inside Jen pinned me to the wall, leaned down and began to cover myface and neck with hot ardent kisses. Finally her soft wet lips covered mineand parted them with her tongue. I heard myself moaning passionately as Isucked greedily wishing that it was her cock. Breaking the French kissJennifer stood back, grabbed the top of my shirt and ripped downward. As myshirt parted she reached out and grasped my hard nipples in her talonedfingers, pinching them painfully and forcing me whimpering to my knees.Smiling down at me Jen released my tortured teats reached behind her andunzipped her mini skirt letting it fall and puddle at her feet. Her pubis wascompletely shaved or waxed except for a tiny patch of tight curls directlyabove where her cock would have been if it wasn’t tucked back towards herass. With her balls pressed upward into her body cavity, Jens genital arealooked amazingly like a cunt. Parting her ample thighs slowly, the object ofmy desires gradually came into view.”Suck my cock, bitch,” she growled in a husky voice.Jennifer’s flaccid member looked like a fat black sausage. About fourinches in length, what I thought was an unusually long foreskin with a dropof precum glistening at the opening, it was just begging to be sucked.Forming my coated lips into a perfect O around the tip of her beautiful cock,I sucked slowly and at the same time began pulling back her foreskin. Thetaste of perspiration, precum and urine drove me wild as the bulbous headslipped past güvenilir bahis my fingers and my eager lips. As I sucked hungrily I could feelher stiffen and the veins begin to stand out on her ever expanding tool. Jenbegan to stroke the backs of my ears with her long manicured fingers and itdrove me to new heights of lust. Bobbing my head frantically, I was cuppingher big, and I do mean big balls with one hand and lightly touching hernether hole with the other. While taking her deep in my throat for severalminutes and many thrusts I had to suddenly stop to take a breath.Panting furiously, I continued to caress her scrotum and dance my fingerslightly around her clutching anus. While catching my breath I thought; lookat me I’m fully dressed and I have a hardon that hurts. My cock is trappedbetween my stomach and a pare of pink lace panties and is painfully retainedby levies that are way to tight. I am privileged to suck the most beautifulcock in the word but to be naked or wearing a gown would be a lot morecomfortable.Recovering quickly, I began to move my face back into that incredible meatmarket that was before me. She grabbed my chin and forced me to look into hereyes.”NO” she exclaimed and shoved me violently back.Stunned, I rocked back on my heels, absolutely devastated. I thought thatshe was on the verge of cumming. I had put every thing I had into sucking hercock and pleasing her and instead J looked very unhappy with me. Feelingterribly crushed and humiliated I began to sob.Jens response was: “WHOA! WHOA! Stop sniveling like a spoiled cunt. Takeoff all your cloths except for your panties and follow me……..On yourknees.” This, barked out like a drill sergeant caused me to hasten to do herbidding although I did pause long enough to admire her.I was still sitting on my heels and she towered above me causing me to feelsubservient. Her cock, now quite hard and extremely fat stood out arespectable six inches, a forty-five degree angle and glistened wetly with mysaliva. She still had on her boots, blouse and nylons held up wiyh a garterbelt. I was desperate to slide her meat into my salivating mouth.She strolled confidently down a side hall, her heels clicking loudly onthe wood floor, while I struggled to shed my cloths as quickly as possible.Looking over her shoulder she smiled seductively and beckoned me. I scamperedalong the floor on my hands and knees to catch up with her.The room to which I followed Jen was the den. It was appointed quite nicelywith a conversation pit containing two sofas a coffee table and tworecliners. There was also a wet bar, fireplace and pool table. Erotic artcovered the walls except one that had full d****s. By now J had removed herblouse and was reclining on a sofa wearing only a shelf bra, that displayedher magnificent teats, white satin garter belt, stockings and her calf highboots. Her cock was at full attention letting me know that she was notentirely displeased with my performance so far. Motioning me forward, shepointed between her hefty legs and said, “Feeding time, sugar.”Knee walking clumsily to her, I positioned myself between her sturdy legsand immediately began to bathe her hot cock and balls with my wet tongue. Apearl of precum oozed from her piss slit and I quickly tongued it up whilegazing into her eyes adoringly. Shifting position Jen rubbed my lace coveredcock with her leather covered lower leg. Clutching her limb tightly betweenmy legs, I began to dog fuck my cock rapidly against her boot, while suckinghungrily on her fat ebony cock. As I watched her, she smiled and mouthedkisses at me. I had unhooked her front closure bra and was squeezing hererect nipples. They jutted out more than a half inch and were surrounded bydark, silver dollar size aureolesI felt her tremble and watched as her eyes rolled back. She grabbed hair onboth sides of my head and pulled me forcefully down on her prick. As her meatentered my throat I started to gag which further inflamed her. My throatmuscles were convulsing against her meat like a climaxing cunt, driving herto fuck my mouth faster. Finally, after what seemed forever, Jennifer beganto cum, ballooning my mouth and coating my tortured throat with her hotviscous seed. What I couldn’t swallow escaped passed her pistoning cock anddribbled on to my chin and her ball sack. Still dry fucking my cock againsther leg, I stiffened on the verge of climaxing, when J pushed me away anddisengaged the object of my frantic humping.”Not yet my little white slut. When you cum it will be under my directionand approval. Now clean me.”Whimpering in frustration I commenced tongue bathing her balls and memberwhich was now becoming flaccid. I loved sucking the knob of her cock out ofher long foreskin and licking her piss slit to make sure there was noresidue. When my janitorial duties were completed, Jen stood and motioned mewordlessly to follow her, indicating that I was to remain on my knees. Whenwe reached what turned out to be her bedroom my debasementcontinued………..

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