It was now a little over a week since the night that I had staggered home from my first interracial gangbang. In that time I had reviewed the experience over and over and was still unsure what had come over me.
I had almost felt obsessed to meet with a man that I did not know even now. For some unexplained reason it seems as if I was unable to resist his commands and at his instruction I had sucked his black cock and the cocks of three strangers. I had gone on to allow myself to have sex with each of the four men and take their cum into my fertile pussy. I still did not know if I was pregnant or not.
Even though I had no intention of repeating the experience I had made it my business to visit my gynecologist to get a prescription for birth control pills. I was hoping that, if I had been impregnated, the pills would undo the damage.
I had spent a lot of time trying to figure out how I had allowed myself to get into that situation in the first place. Under normal conditions I would never had allowed my body to be used as a cum dump by four black strangers and yet it had happened. I had a healthy curiosity about the mythical black man and his sexual prowess but I never would have expected to ever have sex with one much less four of them.
It seems like I have some latent submissive tendencies of which I had been unaware. One of the girls that had been at the party had told me that the man's name was Trey but I had unconsciously begun calling him master. When he told me to do something I felt compelled to do whatever he said.
I had absolutely no intention of repeating the experience. That is until he called me earlier this afternoon. I replayed the conversation in my mind for what must have been the third time in the last hour.
When the phone rang I had answered and heard this familiar voice saying "Hello Lisa. This is your black friend from last week. How are you?"
"I know who this is and I know that your name is Trey."
"I much prefer it when you call me master as you did last week. It has a nice sound to it don't you agree. You can call me Trey when we are conducting business but when we get together I expect you to call me master."
"Okay Trey. Much as I am willing to admit that I enjoyed our encounter last week it cannot continue. As I have already said, I am happily married and I really don't think that my husband would be thrilled to find out that his wife was being used as a sex object by a black man."
"Oh I'm sure you're right about that. The thing is that I have all of these incriminating photos and video of you. I don't think that your husband would be too thrilled to see them or to have them made available to his friends do you?"
"You wouldn't dare do that!"
"Lisa you seem like a nice person but what you don't understand is that I'm not a nice person and I like seeing you put through your paces. I'm also pretty sure that you actually do like the idea of being forced to have uncontrolled sex outside of your marriage."
"I think that you enjoy having your prurient interests satisfied without taking any responsibility for what happens. In your mind it becomes okay because you are not in control. Therefor you are not responsible for what you do. Someone else is making you do these things."
"You see, I'm okay with that and I intend to use that and your submissive tendencies to my advantage. I'm going to make you do things you would never do on your own and I'm fully confident that you're going to enjoy the experience."
"You don't understand. I can't just take off because you say so. My husband would figure out that something is going on."
"Lisa I'm not an unreasonable man nor am I stupid. I've done my research and I know that your husband has a good job and, because of that, you don't have to work. That means that you have all day to do anything you and I decide that you want to do. From the time your husband leaves for work around eight o'clock in the morning until he returns around six in the evening we are free to play."
"Tomorrow I want you to meet me at the Lakeside Motel out on highway fifteen. It's on the western outskirts of town. Are you familiar with it?"
"I know where it is."
"Good. It's about a half hour drive from your house so I'll expect you no later than nine. There are some good friends of mine, a married couple, that would like to meet you and spend some time getting to know you."
"I want you to wear something like you did the other day. No underwear! I think that you should wear a garter belt and stockings like you did last week. That was incredibly sexy."
"I don't know. It's awfully risky."
"Lisa you can believe me when I say that meeting me and my friends at the motel tomorrow morning is much less risky than what will surely happen if you fail to show up. We'll be in room 204. I'll see you then." And just like that he hung up.