"I've got to hurry now, check in with my mother, take a shower, and get my ass to school," said the beautiful eighteen-year-old cheerleader, with Foley's cum still fresh on her breath. Bethany had never sucked off a cock that early in the morning before. It seemed like such a delightful and demented way to begin the day. If only she could wake to a black cock pointed in her face every morning, she mused, life would be so much more exciting!
Eager to hear the "blind" promise Foley made her agreed to do during the heat of their lustful encounter, she quickly phoned her mom on her cell to let her know she wasn't going to stop home. Yesterday she had lied to her, saying she'd be at a sleep-over at girl friend's house. She couldn't possibly tell her the truth--that she'd really be relishing black cock all night. Hell, they were Christians and her father a reverend, no less.
"So, Foley, what exactly did I promise you last night while you crammed me with your cock?" she asked while making her way to Foley's bathroom for a shower.
"Well, it's all explained here in dis envelope. I'll leave it on de kitchen table for yo'. Yo' kin look it over on yo' way to school. I gots to git myself to work right quick--be sure to locks de door, girl," and he scooted into to some work clothes and was practically out the door without ever brushing his teeth or washing.
The hot water felt heavenly falling on her voluptuous body. As she lathered off the night's sweat and cum from her skin and hair, she wondered what could possibly be in that envelope. Whatever it was, she hoped it involved being Foley's cum-rag again; having his stink on her breath made her feel utterly sexy. Her tongue was still finding little pockets of his cum between her cheeks.
After her shower, she dolled and preened herself. She retrieved a clean but punky-looking black t-shirt from her bag although she had to don the same underwear and skirt she wore yesterday. Once she was satisfied with her make-up and hair, she went to the kitchen and opened the envelope. It read:
"You have been selected for a six-month membership as an intern with the Black Bowling Congress, a group of four black men who invite you to engage in mutually agreed upon liaisons upon our request. When summoned, you will be instructed where and when an encounter will occur. You must then immediately set off to meet the member and follow his directives completely and willingly. Failure to do so will result in expulsion from the Congress and you will never again be allowed to meet with any of the members.
By signing below, you agree to (1) avail yourself to the members anytime your services are requested; (2) become unattached, meaning no boyfriends, husbands, fuck buddies, etc.; (3) appear sexy, clean, and elegant when presenting yourself to a member; (4) provide all members with your cell phone number; (5) not sleep or have sexual relations with anyone else while under contract.
The senior members (Foley, Monty, Virgil, and Ty) agree to (1) allow you to service and satisfy our sexual needs; (2) allow yourself to be video-taped during an encounter, if so instructed; (3) occasionally pay you for beauty salon visits, if a member makes an appointment for you; (4) keep our relationship a private matter, if you so request; (5) under no circumstances must you accept payment for your services.
It is understood that no contact with any of the parties will be made until on week has passed from the date of the contract.
It is also understood that either party may void this contract at any time and parties may mutually elect to re-new member at six-month intervals."
Bethany was shocked at what she'd read--shocked and elated like someone who just learned they'd won the lottery. She could scarcely believe her good fortune and quickly took a pen from her purse, signed and dated contract, provided her cell phone number, and checked the box requesting privacy.
The possibility of serving cocks of additional black strangers left her with a smile as wide as her pending "black" future. But could a jism junky like her bear a week without getting blackened? She was determined to hold out.
Leaving the contract behind on Foley's kitchen table, she scurried out of the apartment with a new bounce in her step and managed to beat the late bell. Her first order of business was to deal with Michael. She knew he'd be calling her soon.
As they shared the same lunch period, she planned to take care of it then. It went better than she had thought, explaining to Michael, with Foley's cum still pungent on her breath, that she needed more time for her studies and wanted a break things off for a while. It's not like it came as a complete shock to him--he had sensed some distraction on her part but remained clueless of her lustful black cock cravings.
It was a difficult week for her. Black cock dreams once again filled her lonely nights as her hunger grew more and more intense and impatient. Masturbation simply could not provide the satisfaction she needed. That could only be had by submitting to the sheer power and masculine dominance of a black cock. Her needs went unquenched.
Seeing Foley pass by in the school hallways was painful. Hwr knees would buckle and she would have to catch herself. By week's end she had become so fixated on black cock and lack thereof, she actually entertained the notion of rushing to Foley the next time she saw him school, and risk her reputation by dropping to her knees and blowing the janitor right in the hallway, even as fellow students and teachers passed between classes. She never knew frustration like this. But the contract rules strictly forbade any contact until a week had passed.
Finally, after a seven day hiatus, just as she was stepping out of the shower, her cell rang. She didn't recognize the number displayed but quickly answered it while toweling herself off. "Hello," she said with a hint of anticipation in her voice.
"Hello Bethany. This is Montezuma Vesuvius. You may remember me as Monty. I would like to see you in one hour--at 7:30. Drive or take a cab to my address at 437 Cherrywoods Lane. I'll pay for the taxi, if necessary. See you then." and he hung up.
Her heart became a Broadway musical on opening night--pounding, dancing almost bursting from her chest. He was the black stud she orally serviced at Foley's house while she wore a blindfold. She was never properly introduced to him although her tongue and his sperm were on very intimate terms.
The young brunette's anxiety had her shaking with expectation of being on the receiving end of that deliciously aggressive black cock again. She had difficulty applying her eyeliner and crimson nail polish, often missing her mark, as she daydreamed about their last encounter. She wanted to look ultra-sexy for him and took the time to get everything right.
Remembering that he had commented on her boobs, she decided to accent her nipples with a bit of rouge. She slipped into skin tight jeans that showcased her delectable ass and tossed on a red low-cut spaghetti string top, over which she put on white button-up blouse to conceal the revealing top from her parent's eyes. After fixing her hair, she dipped her toes into her black pumps and set out to ask her parent's for the car.
They were in the living watching television. "Mom...Dad, is it okay if I take the car to meet some friends for coffee?" she asked.
"Will you be long?" asked her father, the reverend.
"Maybe an hour or hour and a half."
"As long as you're back by ten. Remember it's a school night."
"I know. I will. See you later."
It was about a ten minute ride to the new sub-division and Cherrywoods Lane. Bethany found the address quickly enough, parking in the driveway. She took a deep breath and walked up to the imposing front door. She found an envelope on the doorstep with her name on it. The note inside instructed her to walk in, close and lock the door, and go directly to the kitchen. It was a beautiful home, immaculate, well furnished, and distinctive. The ceilings were high and the house still smelled new.
