After the party the guys went and ate while I slept in the truck. When they finished they drove back to their apartment. Byron carried me into their apartment where he took me to his room. He stripped me naked and placed me in his bed. I awoke at about ten in the morning; I had no idea how long I had been asleep. At first I was stunned being naked in a bed I didn't know, and then everything started coming back to me. I looked over at Byron as he slept, his muscular torso was inviting so I snuggled close to him. My pussy was sore but just the thought of me lying in this bed with Byron made my juices flow a little. I felt like a woman, not some high school girl, I felt sexual and powerful and alluring.
As I lay next to Byron my mind wandered to the night before. I thought of how wonderful being fucked for the second time in my life was, I had no idea how rewarding it could be. My white boyfriend that had taken my cherry was so incapable of showing me, now I knew the truth of it. Getting fucked was so amazing and I yearned for it again, even though I was sore as hell. With my passions rising just from the thoughts of last night I began shifting and wiggling in hopes of waking Byron and him taking me again. He was sound asleep unfortunately. My stomach growled and I realized I was not only hungry for Byron's black cock but hungry for food as well. I got out of the bed and looked for my dress. Halfway through looking for it I decided, 'You know what, fuck it, I don't need a dress.'
I walked out of Byron's room feeling alive and energized as I walked from his room to the living room completely naked. I was not sure if Byron would want me to do so, but I was pretty sure I knew my place in this apartment, I was his and his roommate's house slut, at least that's what I hoped Byron and his friends wanted of me. I would have never thought of myself a slut, I mean all through school I was known as the girl that loved being on her knees but not a true slut that spread her legs for any guy that wanted some. I never would have thought being owned by three black men as their sexual property would interest me but, the fuck if it didn't. The powerful urge flowing through me was intoxicating. I wanted to be with these men. I craved the attention I got from them and the possibility of having them take me and use me as they wished. I had a power over them I did not want to lose even though; I knew I was subservient to them. That fact that I was owned by at least Byron and hopefully soon by his roommates consumed me.
I made my way to the small kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Mostly there was beer and not much else. I decided to go and get some groceries and come back and make my new friends some breakfast, or lunch as it would be, by the time they woke up. I snuck back into the bathroom where my bag was left from the day before. I grabbed my sweats and threw them on and quickly fixed my hair and makeup, I never go in public without my makeup. My hair is black and straight, cut short to about mid neck so not a lot to do with it. I snuck into Byron's room and grabbed my purse and car keys. I did not want to wake him up because I wanted all three of them to wake up to my lunch that I was going to make.
I left the apartment and drove to the grocery store and bought stuff for BLT sandwiches. It took me all of thirty minutes to do my shopping and I rushed back to Byron's apartment. I quietly snuck back in and immediately got out of my sweats; I wanted the guys to wake to BLT sandwiches and a beautiful little white slut in the buff. I quietly looked for a frying pan for the bacon and finally found it. I got a knife for the lettuce and bacon and tomatoes and cut them into serving portions. Fixing the lettuce and tomatoes took about fifteen minutes. I then turned on the stove and started the bacon and then got some plates down for the guys. I placed a little lettuce and bacon on each plate. The smell of frying bacon was beginning to fill the little kitchen and soon would flood the house with its aroma.
I got out the mustard and mayo and sat them on the bar that separated the small dining room and kitchen. I walked around to make sure there were three stools at the bar for the three men and there were just three stools. I walked back into the kitchen and began turning the slow cooking bacon. The excitement of being in this apartment and being naked just waiting for my three black, well Daddies, to wake up and find me cooking for them had me stimulated and my pussy was already warm and juicy. Lost in my own passionate thoughts I didn't hear anyone rustling to life in the living room.
"God, now that's a hell of a thing to wake up to!" Roberto said in a low gravely sleepy voice.
I turned around quickly startled by the deep voice, "Fuck, you scared me!"
"Damn girl, sorry about that, what you doin up in here?" Roberto asked as he stood at the end of the bar.
"Oh just fixing you guys something to eat." I responded as I grabbed a few slices of bread and turned toward the bar so that I could lean over the counter to a plate on the bar.
I purposefully bent over showing Roberto a sexy side view of me bent over the counter reaching to place the bread on the furthest plate.
"God damn!" Roberto muttered as he watched my naked body bent over the counter.
I pulled back straight and took a step towards him as I asked, "What's a matter, baby?" I asked sheepishly with a little wicked smile.
"Damn, nothing girl, just need some coffee." He said as he scanned my body from my tits to my hips.
"Well sit down, I'll make you some." I said as I pointed to the bar with the plates.
"First batch of bacon is about ready, hope you're hungry." I said as I turned and walked in the direction that he was pointing to where I assumed the coffee was.
Roberto had moved to one of the stools, I went to the far side of the kitchen and opened the eye level cupboards. Knowing that here this man was, watching me nakedly maneuver in his kitchen, knowing his eyes were locked on my ass had me nearly creaming. I immediately saw the coffee on the top shelf but I played it up and acted like I didn't see it. I put my legs together and stood on my tippy toes. I stood reaching at the top shelf bouncing on my toes making my ass jiggle. Then I raised one knee to the counter top to give him a clear view of my pussy as I struggled to reach the top shelf.
"Damn I can't find it." I said without looking back at him.
I continued to look for it as I heard him walking from the dining room into the kitchen. I did not turn around but my heart was thumping so hard I thought it might explode. I felt his hand on my hip and then his body pressed against my back, his big thick cock pressing against my ass and his cock head into my thigh. When he first sat down he was just wearing sweat bottoms, but he had removed them and I could only imagine what this sight looked like. Here I was pressed against the counter, my little 105 pound 5 foot 5 inch snow white frame, covered by this sweet chocolate skinned man that towered over me at six four.
I had one hand reaching up to the top shelf of the counter and he slid his other hand slowly up my arm as he said, "Here, let me help you girl."
He grabbed the can of coffee and sat it down on the counter and then brought both of his hands around my sides under my arms and grabbed both my breasts in his hands. I let out a low soft moan as he massaged my breasts in his hands and softly kissed my neck. He continued fondling my breasts and licking and sucking on my neck. I brought my hands back behind him and grabbed handfuls of hard muscular ass cheeks. My pussy was hungry for his cock and the feel of it pressing against me was driving me crazy. I felt so sexual in his arms, the vision of his big frame pressing me against the counter playing in my mind. I brought my hands to the side of the counter top and then pressed outward with my arms, arching my back pushing my ass into his crotch and raising my head back to his. He took a few steps back and I pulled my arms behind his neck and arched my back further as I pressed my ass into him.
When my mouth was as close to his ear as I could get it, I softly moaned, "I want that black cock in me."
"Fuck yeah, been waiting to hear that." He growled into my ear.
Roberto pulled one hand from my breast to grab my hip and then used his other hand to press against my back softly. I knew what he wanted so I spread my legs wider than my shoulders and leaned my torso forward as I placed my hands on the side of the counter. I was in a perfect L shape and ready to feel his cock entering me. Roberto squatted behind me as I stayed bent over at the waist supporting my balance with my hands on the side of the counter. I felt his warm breath and then his hot tongue pressing between my cunt lips. He licked and slurped on my little pink pussy lips and then stood back up. I felt the hand on my hip grab me and grip tightly as he grabbed his cock with his other hand and began pushing and pulling his cockhead up and down my lubricated pussy lips. He readjusted and squatted a bit and then I felt it. His big cock head was pressing against my wet cunt lips straining to enter me.
I stood still as I waited for that rush of pain and pleasure from his head entering me. A sharp wave of pain flooded my body as his cock entered me and I let out a high squeak. Slowly he pressed his shaft into my cunt and even though soar the feeling of him entering me nearly made me have an orgasm. He pressed his cock completely in me. The feel of that thick cock pressing my cunt open in every direction had me panting.
Roberto then started pulling his cock from my cunt but I pressed back into him, "Not yet, I want to feel that cock in me." I moaned in a husky voice.
Roberto leaned over me bending at the waist as he kept his cock completely buried in my cunt.
"Fuck your pussy is so tight girl," He moaned into my ear and then began sucking on my earlobe.
