I had a serious problem. I wasn't getting laid and my addiction to online porn was not only starting to take over my life, it was also triggering the hell out of me, causing endless sexual frustration, and a rising sense of desperation to find someone, hell anyone, to have sex with.
Now I'm no prize catch. I've always been awkward and tongue tied around women since the onset of puberty. I desperately wanted to have sex when I was a teen, but had no idea how to convince a girl to take me into her bed. I'm not bad looking, but not in great physical condition. My social skills still basically suck at the age of 43. I have a decent job, make a decent salary, live in a decent apartment. Bleah!
My ex divorced me ten years ago. She said I lacked ambition and had inadequate earning potential. Well she certainly had an abundance of spending potential, so that was good riddance. It took me three years to pay off the fucking credit cards she'd maxed out. Why did I put up with it? Well, sex I guess. She let me eat her out several times a week, but the last couple of years of the marriage we didn't have intercourse. OK, she had intercourse, but with other guys. Sometimes she'd come home drunk from one of her trysts, climb onto my face in bed and demand that I perform oral sex for her. I'd put my tongue inside her and get a mouthful of some other man's jizz. Pretty demeaning stuff. Then she'd ride my mouth to a couple of intense orgasms and fall dead asleep afterward, while I lay beside her, horny, humiliated and frustrated. Somehow I couldn't let her go or do anything about it, so I just kept playing the role of cuckolded sugar daddy in exchange for pussy eating privileges. She finally found what she called "a real man", and filed for divorce to marry him.
I am pretty sure that I've been sexually submissive my entire life. I put up with my emasculating ex for 8 years, and probably would have continued our degrading relationship if she hadn't decided to cut me loose. Most ordinary citizens would call me a classic loser, just another beta male going nowhere in life.
My latest porn fetish had been black women sexually dominating white males. I found a few sites on the web that specialized in what was often referred to as "Superior Black Females". The photos and movies were all of black women, of all body types, hairstyles and degrees of beauty forcing white men to eat their pussies or worship their assholes. I many the men were collared and leashed. Quite a few had their butts whipped but good. Almost all of the women were bossy, harsh and demanding, referring to the men as boys, honkeys, pussy slaves, dogs, etc. The men were all submissive, begging for tongue privileges or for punishment. It did not take long before I was desperate to try this particular kink out with a real woman, even a prostitute.
So I decided to take a drive out to International Boulevard in Oakland. Part of the boulevard is notorious for its street hookers. It's also notorious for undercover cops posing as whores in order to arrest johns. I was going to have to be circumspect and take precautions. IB is not the safest place in the East Bay for a middle aged white man alone at night.
After cruising up and down the boulevard a couple of times in the red light district, I settled on a woman hanging out with another lady. She was not the best looking woman on the street, being overweight with heavily negroid features. In fact, her partner looked a lot sexier, but I figured the cops were unlikely to send two together and the ones they sent out were probably good lookers.
I pulled over to the curb and rolled down my passenger side window. The ladies came over and said: "What's happenin' sugar?" I mumbled that I was looking for companionship. The good looking one said, "You want one of us or are you looking for a package deal?" I allowed that one was enough. The looker's friend looks crestfallen.
Then I said, "I think I'd prefer to do business with your friend." The looker gave me a stunned look, turned on her heel and walked away. I asked the fat lady if she'd like to get in the car.
"You got a thing for big beautiful black women, baby?" I said that I wasn't sure, but I'd like to find out. She said, "$100 per hour. You pay for the room." I said fine. She got in. I started to drive and after a few blocks she started getting nervous. "Where are you taking me?"
"There's a motel on Hegenberger near the freeway that's inexpensive but not a dive. Don't worry, I'll bring you back when we're done."
The motel is definitely a class C establishment, run by Chinese, but I expected the rooms would be clean and the price would be under $100/night. I could afford that. I checked in, told the desk clerk one person, one king sized bed, my luggage was in the trunk of my car. I paid, got back in the car and drove around back to near the room. We went inside.
"What's your name honey?"
"Jamella, what 's yours?"
"John."
"Sure it is."
I smiled and latched the security lock and put the chain on the door. "Please don't be alarmed, I just want to be certain that we are not disturbed. I like to protect myself." I pulled a $100 bill from the ATM out of my wallet and laid it on the table. "Shall we get undressed?"
Jamella looked at me suspiciously. "You ain't gonna get all in my face and beat on me are you?"
"No Jamella, I'm not at all like that, I said as I started to remove my shirt. What I'd like is to go down on you. I'd kind of like you to force feed me your pussy and make me worship that awesome big ass of yours."
"Your shittin' me," she spluttered. "You mean you ain't gonna fuck me?"
"No Jamella, I'm not really interested in intercourse. I'd like you to take charge and make me satisfy you with my mouth. You can order me to do whatever and use me however you wish. I mostly want to get you off."
"Bullshit!" She hadn't removed a stitch yet.
By now I was naked. I got down on my knees and crawled over to her and looked up at her face. "Use me like you would a dildo or vibrator. Make me service you. Tell me to do nasty things for you. You call the shots. All I want is the chance to have my tongue inside both of your holes."
Jamella looked like she'd been hit by lightning. "Man I guess I've heard it all now. I got me a good-looking white boy on his knees begging me to feed him pussy. Hot damn!" She noticed that I had spread my knees apart, exposing my male organs.