As I sped my car through the night, I was tingling with sexual excitement, power. My pussy throbbed from the thorough fucking I'd just received, and I something told me Black would be more then a little intimidated that I'd found a rod so close to his own. He had to know I was going to win this eventually, especially after turning me into such a persistent little cock-hound.
This is proof that Aaron Black's Cock had rendered me as stupid as well as horny.
God, the cock. My mouth watered at the thought; my dick-sucking lips pursed with anticipation, wanting only to feel that freakishly thick meat stretching them out.
I pressed my foot down on the pedal just to get there a little faster.
As I reached Black's house, dawn was just showing its face. All the people who didn't spend the night getting their faces pasted and pussies pounded were tucked up in their beds snug and warm. I was delirious with sleep deprivation and lust.
When I reached the top of the hill I had to blink in shock. Black was leaning against his doorframe waiting for me, even though I'd given him no sign I was coming.
He was stunning, dressed in a white undershirt that showed his bulging arms and broad shoulders. Even the gentle curves of his abs were visible beneath. And beneath those? Black slacks did little to conceal the snake of a bulge running down his leg. Black's weapon was primed, poised, and ready to ravage. I gave a short breath looking at it, always forgetting the effect it had on me.
"Hey slut. Sleep well?" His voice dripped with his arrogant ownership of me.
"Not a wink. I was too busy getting fucked by a black stud. His cock was huge." I let my words hang ambiguous.
"Is that supposed to impress me?"
"I mean it was gigantic, Aaron."
He chortled. "But not as big as mine. Was it?"
My legs almost buckled at the force his words had on me.
"No."
"God you are a pathetic slut. Do you think you can fool me? Do you think you can change the fact that I'm packing the biggest cock you'll ever see and the only pleasure you'll ever know?"
I choked up. "But I did have pleasure, I enjoyed it!"
He cupped my chin in a rough grasp. "But every time you think of it compared to me you don't feel that way, do you?"
I was almost crying I was so exhausted and frustrated. "No."
"Come with me." Black released my jaw, my head dropping with shame as he strode past me.
"We're going to my car." He explained. I followed helplessly; pulled by a force I can't explain but somehow understood.
He reached the bottom of his hill, and though he made no gesture or phone call, an exquisite black limousine pulled up. He opened the door, and in an almost gentlemanly fashion motioned for me to enter. I slipped inside onto the crushed velvet seats and almost screamed at what I saw.
***
The first to talk was Tina.
"I uh...I dumped Greg." She said, whimpering.
"But Greg was..."
"And I'm afraid I'm quitting." Said Liz.
"Me too boss." Followed Katherine.
My girls! MY GIRLS were now Black's...I could see it in their eyes...the same tired eyes that I had now...the same eyes which could only see cock and even then only Black's mega-dick. They were dressed slutty...the way I'd found myself dressing since this whole thing began.
But did I try to save them? Tell them to get out of the Limo and run for the rest of their lives? No.
"He's mine." I said with finality. "I'm not sharing him."
As I spoke the mirrored glass behind one portion of the circular couch lowered down, revealing black in the passenger seat, and a female in a sluttish chauffeur's outfit. She looked familiar.
The waiter girl!
But She wasn't the only one...women lined up on the street as we drove slowly along, different uniforms, different builds, different ages. They were all the same. They were all Black's.
"You just don't get it, do you slut?"
I gaped, this was more then my heart was ready for.
"You aren't special, slut. You aren't anything. If you're lucky you'll get the basement-scrubbing job I have open. Maybe if you're extra lucky I'll let you look at my cock once a year."