(Note: You should really read parts 1, 2 and 3 before reading this.)
Lawrence sent Angie a text message while she was getting ready. He wanted to see any other videos she had. After an internal debate, she sent the other videos. In response, Lawrence sent her a picture of his big black cock.
She stressed about what to wear, finally settling on a black dress with a black bra and panty set. Angie made sure she was cleanly shaven.
Angie was extremely nervous as she headed to Lawrence's apartment. What worried her the most was the answer to the big question was it the drugs, the black cock or both that drove her to be such a slut on those two nights. She could definitely blame the drugs for her behaviors on that Thursday night. They had definitely drugged her, and she was mostly passive during the sex. She didn't initiate anything but neither did she try and resist. She also remembered enjoying it.
Friday night was a different story. Angie believed the drinks she had with dinner were probably also drugged. But she remembered how she looked in the videos, she may have been drugged but she initiated the specific events that occurred that night and loved it. She was always so chaste in high school but acted like a whore while in Jamaica.
Twice Angie pulled over as she drove. If it wasn't the drugs, was it a fascination with interracial sex or did she just enjoy being a slut. If it wasn't the drugs, did she really want to let the slut out so close to home. Twice she went to send him a text to cancel, but when she did, the picture of Lawrence's cock came up and she decided to continue on to his apartment.
The one thing she did realize as she pulled up to his apartment was that her pussy was wet.
Angie knocked on the door and she heard the lock unopen followed by a "come in." The lights were low as she entered, and she could see Lawrence sitting on a couch about ten feet from the door. He was dressed in a suit like the one he had on when he picked her up from the airport.
She stood there as he stared at her and then he said, "Lose the dress."
Angie unhooked the back, pulled the zipper and let the dress fall to the floor. Lawrence got up and came over to her and muttered "very nice." His hands began to roam her body, squeezing her ass cheeks and playing with her breasts. He undid her bra, letting it join the dress on the floor. He began an assault on her bare breasts, first gentle squeezing and teasing her nipples. They were quickly hard and Lawrence starting pinching and pulling them harder. Angie stood there, slight moans escaping her lips as she watched the black hands on her white breasts.
Lawrence stepped back and sat down on the couch, as he was sitting, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. In that moment, Angie realized it wasn't the drugs that led to her slutty behavior. Maybe the drugs unlocked a door she never knew existed, but the door was now open, and she wanted the black cock in front of her. It was almost as if Lawrence was reading her mind as she looked into his eyes.
Lawrence was stroking his cock with one hand and filming her with his phone in the other hand.
He asked, "Is this what you want?"
Angie said, "Yes"
Lawrence said, "Not good enough, tell me what you want."
"I want your black cock, that's what I want!"