I was getting restless. I felt as though everybody’s eyes were on me in the restaurant. I was alone at a table for two and had been for an hour now. I guessed my blind date wasn’t going to show up. I cursed my friend for setting me up with an unreliable guy. I hadn’t dated since I split up with Jason and it wasn’t exactly doing my self confidence much good to be stood up. The only question now was how to make an exit without looking like more of a fool than I already did.
Suddenly someone sat down in front of me and I looked into a pair of dark eyes. The eyes belonged to the best looking guy I’d ever seen. He was forgiven for being so late.
“Are you Jack?” I asked him.
“No, my name is Troy. I’ve been watching you from the bar and I couldn’t stand seeing a pretty girl like you being stood up.” He smiled at me and revealed impeccable white teeth.
“Thank you Troy,” I said. “But I really should go now.”
He reached across the table and took my hand. “Please don’t go, let me buy you dinner. Not all guys are swine.”
He must have read my mind. “OK, I’ll stay.” Those eyes had me hypnotised.
We had a pleasant meal and I laughed like never before at the stories Troy told me. When it was time for me to leave he walked me out and tried to find me a cab. The rain was pouring down and there was no cab to be seen. I guessed I was going to have to walk in the pouring rain.
“Would you let me drive you home?” Troy asked.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. I still didn’t know a lot about him.
“I promise you’ll be safe. I just don’t like the thought of you walking these streets alone at night.”
He walked me to a car park behind the restaurant and opened a European sports car. He opened the door for me and made sure I was comfortable and then he got in on his side. I guided him through the streets to my apartment building and there was a free spot just outside. He pulled in and jumped out of the car. Before I had a chance to react he was holding my door open and holding out his hand for me. I gave him my key to unlock the door to the building and he followed me up the stairs to my apartment. He unlocked the door and gave me the keys.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening, Helena,” he said with a smile.
“Thank you Troy. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“You would have been alright,” he smiled and moved forward and kissed my cheek. I turned and smiled at him and he kissed my lips. He leaned up against me, pushing me towards the doorframe and kissed me again, his body hard against mine. I could feel a growing bulge in his pants. I hadn’t been with a guy for half a year and I recognised the wet feeling spreading between my thighs. I hardly knew this guy but I knew that I wanted to fuck him.
I pulled away from him, breathless. “Do you want to come inside?” I asked.
“I’d like that very much,” he replied and kissed me again, while closing the door behind us.
His bulge was getting bigger and harder and the wet patch in my g-strings was growing. He zipped my dress open and let it fall to the floor. He unclasped my 34DD black satin bra and cupped my breasts. He leaned forward and sucked on one of my nipples. It looked so erotic. His dark face on my milky white skin. His black fingers cupping my other breast and stroking the pink nipple with his thumb. I moaned out loud from the pleasure he was already giving me. He moved down and pulled off my stockings and then finally my g-strings. He stepped back and looked at my body. At 22 my tits were round and firm despite their big size and being a redhead I had very pale skin. I had a small triangle of red hair on my pussy and a tattoo of a rose on my hip.
“You’re beautiful Helena,” Troy said and picked me up. He carried me to my bedroom and put me down on my double bed. He placed himself between my thighs and kissed my damp snatch. I sighed with pleasure. He licked the length of my slit, tasting my overflowing juices. Then he let his tongue slip inside. He teased my clit with his tongue and then he circled my hole. He dipped deep inside my wet hole and made a happy sound. He dipped in again and again. He was tongue fucking me. I writhed underneath him and he held me in place with his strong hands.
Then he let a finger slip inside my cunt. I knew that I was tight. Jason had struggled to fit inside me and he wasn’t very well hung at all. He wiggled his finger around and I cried out with delight. His lips homed in on my clit and started sucking on it, repeatedly flickering his tongue across it. I was in heaven. I’d only been eaten a few times before and it’d never been like this. Troy seemed to know instinctively how to please me, where my pleasure spots were. I pulled at my tits and thrust my head from side to side. Soon I gave up and gave in to his mouth. I cried out as I came all over his face.
He pulled me up to him and kissed me deeply, letting me taste my cum on his lips.
“You tasted great, baby,” he said and spotted a scarf that I used to tie my hair back with by the side of the bed. He took it and tied my hands to the bed head. I’d never been tied up before, but I felt excited when Troy did it. I could see from his bulge that he wasn’t likely to leave any time soon.
“Where did you put the keys, baby?” he asked. “I just want to get some things from my car.”
I told him where to find the keys and I heard the door close behind him. I looked down at my damp bush. I wanted so much to touch myself between my legs and make myself cum again. That was obviously why Troy had tied me up. He wanted me to wait for him. I was wondering what he was getting in the car. Maybe a change of clothes before he got undressed. He soon came back and walked into my bedroom with a smile on his face and a bag in his hand.
He got undressed in front of me. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his muscular body. When he finally pulled his briefs off I gasped at the sight of his huge cock. I knew that black men were supposed to be big but this guy was huge. And I could tell he wasn’t fully erect yet. He pulled out handcuffs from his bag and cuffed my hands behind my back.
“Kneel!” he told me and I did. He shoved his cock at my face and I opened my mouth to taste it.
“Did I tell you to suck?” he asked.
“No.”
“No – what?”
“No Sir.”
“You don’t suck my cock until I tell you to.” He reached back into his bag and pulled out a whip. He whipped me across my tits. “Now what do you say?”
“I’m sorry Sir.” I replied, feeling strangely turned on by this violence, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt me. I’d never tried this kind of rough sex before, but I’d read about it and I’d masturbated while fantasizing about it.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded me.
“Please Sir, can I suck your cock?” I begged him.
“Of course you can,” he replied and grabbed hold of my hair.
I opened wide and sucked him as deep as I could but I could still only fit half of him inside. I started bobbing my head backwards and forward and he kept shoving himself a bit deeper into my throat. He made me gag at his size, but it only turned him on more, doing it again. After a while he pulled out of my mouth and I was faced with his full size. I estimated it at a good 11 inches and almost as thick as my knuckle. He laughed when he saw my eyes.
“You’ll be begging for my cock in your cunt tonight,” he predicted. I didn’t doubt him.
He handcuffed me to the head of the bed and made me get on my knees. He placed two clamps on my nipples and they ate into my flesh. He caressed my ass, running his finger along my slit that was out in the open for him to enjoy looking at. He grabbed his whip again and whacked it on my ass. I winced as I felt it sting. He whipped me several times in succession and I could feel my ass getting redder. Then he aimed the whip to start hitting my cunt. Once, twice, three times… My juices were running down my legs. He ran his fingers over my thighs.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he wanted to know.
“Yes I am, Sir,” I replied.
He whipped me again, calling me a slut and I knew that he was right.
“What do you want?” he asked me.
“Please fuck me Sir,” I cried out.
“Tell me what you want to feel.”
“I want your big cock in my cunt Sir,” I begged.
“Of course you do, slut!”
