Well, I admit that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, but answering the hotel room door for room service in the nude was over the top, even for me. I had just swallowed a load of Mike's cum when room service knocked on the door. Well, a deal is a deal, so I walked over, opened the door and tried to keep a straight face while the young guy pushed the cart into the room while trying not to appear too obvious while looking at my naked body. Mike took one look at the poor kid and then turned and walked into the bathroom where I heard him break out laughing.
I signed the receipt while the young man stared at my legs, pussy and small tits. AS I tried to return his pen and receipt, I had to say, "Hey! Hey! Here's your receipt. I put a nice tip on there for you."
'Tha . . . thank y-y-you," he mumbled. B-b-but I thi . . . I think you already g-g-gave m-me a n-nice tit. I . . . I mean, uh tip." I broke out laughing and kissed the young man's reddening cheek.
After the young guy left, Mike came back into the room and we both broke out laughing. I walked to him, put my arms around his neck and said, "Your slut loves you, Mike Lewis."
AS we ate our breakfast, Mike said, "I've lost track of how many men have gotten to enjoy seeing your hot little black body in the last few days, Marci. And I never get tired of seeing it, Babe."
I looked down at the floor and said, "I just wish I had a hotter body like my mother instead of this skinny little body that I have."
"Marci, some of the hottest women I've ever seen have thinner bodies like you. Anna Kendwick, Diana Ross, Nicole Richie, and Paris Hilton to name a few. And yours is as hot as any of theirs. Your breasts are the perfect size and you have great legs."
I pulled his head down and kissed him long and hard. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and felt him reciprocate. His hands moved over my body and I melted in to him. As one hand caressed my ass and another moved across my breasts, I was ready to jump back in to bed, until Mike said, "Let's eat before the food gets cold."
I stepped back and looked incredulously at him. "Are you serious? You got me all hot like that and then want to eat? That's not very nice." He smacked my ass and turned towards the food cart and began dishing up food. I quickly ate some yogurt, fruit and a muffin. Then while Mike finished, I dropped to my knees and crawled to my lover and pulled his boxers down. While he finished his breakfast, I worked on his cock.
After we finished eating, we sat in the room for a while before leaving to catch our flight home. I still had some unanswered questions about my night with my mother and her sleazy friends when they stripped and finger-fucked me in the bar in front of all the patrons. I looked at my lover; my sexual master and asked, "Mike Can you forgive me for getting in to that predicament? If you hadn't come to my rescue, I would have been raped and gang banged."
"Nothing to forgive, Marci. It wasn't your fault. And besides, they drugged you."
"Honey," I continued, "I don't remember much. I know I was naked. What exactly were they doing to me?"
I could tell that Mike didn't want to tell me, but I insisted. "Well, I didn't see you at first. I saw your mother and she was kissing some guy and getting herself felt up by another. As I moved towards the table, I heard a familiar voice softly moaning. As I continued towards the table, I saw your pretty face. I saw a man squeezing your breasts. I saw your legs spread apart on the table and another man fingering your pussy. I've seen you cum many times, and I could tell you were climaxing right then, but it was different. You looked sad and I noticed tears coming down your cheeks. Your lips were quietly moving, but I couldn't hear what you were saying until I reached the table.
"Wha-what was I . . . what did I say, Mike?" I asked through my tears.
"You were moaning as you climaxed, but you were whispering, 'Help me. Help me Mike.' When you heard my voice, your eyes popped open in shock. If you can believe it, I saw sadness, embarrassment, and relief on your face. You asked me to help you again, and that's when I knew you weren't a voluntary participant. So, I told everyone to get away from my woman or I would kill them."
When I heard Mike call me his woman, my pussy gushed and I knew my nipples immediately got hard and I smiled a big smile for him. "Your . . . your woman? You called me your woman??"
Mike grinned at me and said, "Well, I figured they might not move away from you if I said you were my black slut."
I smiled at him as the tears continued down my face. "As long as you remember that I am your slut, Honey."
"Oh, I do," he said.
There was a long silence and then I said, "I'm sorry, Mike. I should have known my mother would try something like that. The whole bar saw my naked body and watched a stranger use my pussy and breasts. I feel like a twenty-cent whore." When Mike pulled me in to his strong embrace, I soon forgot my problems. I looked up and said, "I love you, Mike."
Mike and I had a fairytale life over the next year. I turned 20 and he turned 43. I had become very close with his daughter, Gwen, who was now 23. When we originally met, she pulled me off to the side and warned me not to hurt her dad, but once she discovered I was completely devoted to him and loved him, we became close friends. I told her that I wasn't trying to replace her deceased mother, but was just trying to make Mike happy. When she was home from school, we were inseparable. She became my best friend. I knew when we were out together, all the men would be looking at Gwen. She was smoking hot and had a perfect body.
On one of her trips home from school, Mike had to go to Indianapolis for a few days, and Gwen and I decided to tag along. I wanted to show her my old stomping grounds and figured it would be safe with my mother living in Florida.
As Mike attended his meetings, I showed Gwen around town. We both wore mid-thigh shorts and tee shirts but I knew the guys wouldn't be looking at me when she was with me. And that's perfectly fine because I belong to Mike and I only like men looking at me when he's with me.
I know it must have been boring, but I showed her my old school, the apartment where I was raised and my favorite lunch spot. We stopped for a late lunch at Andy's Irish Pub, which was known for their corned beef and cabbage. We both got the house special and a Guinness. I was happy knowing that in a few months, I wouldn't need my fake ID any more.