Lisa's heels made a rapid ratta tat tat as she bustled down the hallway but she was totally unaware of the sound. Her mind was running in overdrive as she continued to try and comprehend the situation she found herself in.
It had just been a dumb party. Actually it was a bridal party for a friend of hers. No one had said anything about the male strippers that were going to be there. Sure she'd been drinking and maybe she even had too much to drink but if she had known about the strippers she would never have had so much alcohol.
All of the girls had been laughing and having a great time when the strippers entered the room. Oh they started dancing at first but the clothing didn't last long. In just a few minutes the two of them were prancing around shaking their cocks and trying to get the girls to stroke them.
Before too long one of the girls kissed one and then began to suck it. When the black guy came over to a girl by me I looked away at first but I was fascinated at seeing my first black cock. It seemed so much larger than the ones that I had known.
I guess the black guy noticed me looking his way because before I knew it he was standing in front of me bouncing his cock up and down. I couldn't look away. It was just mesmerizing. I was so fascinated that I didn't even flinch when the head of his cock actually bounced against my lips.
I looked up into his eyes and saw a question. He wanted me to suck his cock and I was surprised to realize that I wanted to taste that black shaft for myself. What could the harm be? Most of the other girls had done so and many of them were encouraging me to just let it happen. So I did.
As I looked into his eyes I parted my lips and he pushed forward until just the head had entered my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the head and had the satisfaction of seeing the lust come into his eyes. It seems that he wanted this as much as I did so when he pushed forward I willingly took four or five inches into my warm moist mouth.
Before I could get used to the sensation he pulled his cock from my mouth and then shoved it in again. Each time he shoved his cock into my welcoming mouth he managed to drive it in a little farther. I can only be thankful that his nine inch cock wasn't huge in girth because I didn't even try to stop him when he finally shoved his cock all the way in and down my throat. In moments I found my nose pressed tightly into his groin which was covered with black curly hair.
I had never been face fucked before nor had I deep throated any man but I desperately wanted to swallow his black tool. I did not understand my sudden compulsion but I wanted to taste his cum. I did not resist as he placed his hands behind my head and continued thrusting his cock down my throat. I had no idea where my sudden desire for black cock came from but it seemed like I had become completely submissive and allowed him to use my mouth any way he wanted.
In the back of my mind I could hear the girls egging us both on as he continued to fuck my face. I fully expected him to shove his cock down my throat and dump his cum so I was surprised when he pulled his cock out and sprayed several sticky streams of cum onto my face.
I had continued looking up at him the whole time so I had been unaware of the cameras all around me. When I finally looked around it seemed like every one of the girls had recorded what had happened on their cell phones. I soon forgot my embarrassment when the girls began to clap.
After the party we had all gone our own way and I had not given it any more thought until today when my cell phone pinged signaling a incoming text message. I did not recognize the name or number but I am a consultant and often get calls from people that have gotten my number from a business associate.
I was just a little perplexed at the message. It said simply "We need to talk."
"About what I texted back?"
A moment later an image appeared on the screen of my phone. I couldn't believe what I saw. It was a picture of my face covered in cum and I was licking a drop of cum off the one and only black cock I had ever sucked. My eyes were wide open as I looked up at the cock's owner with a look of pure satisfaction.
I was in a meeting and I immediately excused myself and headed down the hall to my office. Breathing heavily I closed and locked the door and collapsed into my office chair. What the hell was going on? I hadn't responded to the picture when it arrived.
Now I took a moment to look more closely and as I did so I felt shock and revulsion.
How had I been able to do such a thing? And then I remembered how much I had wanted it at the time. How good it had felt to submit to his wishes and take that black tool down my throat. I even remembered the thrill as I felt his hot sticky cum splashing on my face.
Even more came back to me as I remembered feeling like a completely wanton slut servicing that black cock. I was allowing a complete stranger to use my mouth sexually and even though I felt degraded the thrill and excitement of doing something so outrageous was sensual. It was a feeling of excitement and I felt a thrill at taking a risk by doing something that I had never felt before.
And now the owner of that cock had my phone number. When I found out which of the girls had given up my information I was going to give her a piece of my mind.
Completely absorbed in my thoughts I jumped as my cell phone rang with an incoming call this time. It was the same number. I held the phone at arm's length and looked it as if it were a snake. Slowly I raised it to my ear and said "Hello".
A strange voice answered "Hello Lisa. You have a nice voice. Despite our earlier intimacy we have never spoken before. Did you enjoy the picture?"
OMG he even knows my name. "What do you want?" I demanded.
"That's no way to talk to your new best friend. I just want to get to know you better. That's all."
"I'm a married woman. Where did you get that picture?"
"Sweet Lisa I'll never forget the feeling of my dick buried all the way down your throat. No woman has ever done that to me before."
"You've got to leave me alone. I'm not like that. I don't even know you."
"I'm sorry Lisa but I just can't do that. We have unfinished business. One of your girl friends told me that your husband is out of town for a few days so I want to see you tonight."
"Are you out of your mind? You must be absolutely crazy to think that I am going anywhere near you." Even as she said it Lisa knew that she really wanted to finish what she had started the other night at the party. She wanted to know what it would feel like to service a black man. To feel that cock buried between her legs. "What the hell is going on with me?" she thought.
"Lisa I really don't want to make this hard on you. We both know that you enjoyed sucking my dick the other night. I'm betting that you want to finish what we started just as much as I do so let's stop playing games. Where can we meet? How about the restaurant in the Hotel Greenleaf at nine tonight? We can have dinner and discuss the situation."
"I've already told you that I'm a married woman and I have no intention of conducting any unfinished business with you." Even as I said this I knew that I wanted to experience the excitement that I had felt the other night as that long black snake slipped back and forth between my lips and down my throat.
"Lisa I'm going to be waiting for you tonight at nine. Wear a nice dress with nothing under it. No underwear."
"Now I know your nuts. What makes you think that I would do such a thing?" As the words passed my lips I thought "OMG what am I going to do? I don't understand. It is almost as if I am under some compulsion but I really want to do this. I want to have the experience of being fucked by a black man at least one time in my life."
"Listen bitch. I've given you your instructions. If you're not there at nine I'll see that your husband gets a copy of these pictures. There are more than the one that you've seen. Or maybe they'll find their way to your office. Wouldn't that be interesting?"
"I'll expect you at nine sharp. We can discuss what else you can do for me over dinner." Then he disconnected.
Lisa sat at her desk in shock. She was still trying to process everything that had happened when the handle to her office door turned. When the door failed to open immediately she heard her boss call out asking "Lisa? Are you okay?"
The last thing she wanted was to talk to her boss right now. "I'm okay." she answered.
"Well you didn't look good when you rushed out of our meeting so I was concerned."
"I'm fine. Thanks." she called out. She listened until she heard him turn and walk slowly away.
Lisa didn't feel well at all. Her emotions were churning as she considered her situation. What would her husband do if he or her boss ever saw the pictures this stranger had of her?
She had to get out of here. Gathering her things, she left telling her associate that she didn't feel well and was going home. Her hands were trembling so bad that she could hardly punch the elevator call button. When she reached her car it took three tries to insert the ignition key and start the car.
As she drove home she was hardly aware of the traffic. It seemed like forever before she drove into her driveway. At least the stranger had been right about one thing. Her husband was out of town for a few days.
