24th November 2023
Dear Diary,
I had my first date with Mark today. He sounded so sweet in our exchanges on Tinder.
He's 33. Three years younger than me. Average height, light brown hair, and nice blue eyes. He looks cute, judging by his profile pictures. We agreed to meet at 8.30 at an Italian restaurant, 'Origano', that he recommended. I guess Italians spell it that way.
I had a bitch of a day at work again, so I took an Uber into the city a little earlier than necessary to take a stroll, clear my head, and de-stress before my date.
Well, I found a wonderful new little shortcut! I was walking a meandering loop towards the restaurant, and cut through a little alley. I found myself apparently behind some sort of small Caribbean cafe. There were two rather overweight and thuggish-looking black men, probably in their forties, ahead of me in the darkness as I approached. I hoped they might be of some use.
Judging by their gratuitous stares, they seemed to appreciate the outfit I had chosen to meet Mark in. My matching blue pleated, hemmed skirt and jacket outfit, a light woollen sweater underneath, and white heels.
Well, sure enough, they started with the usual vulgar language. 'Slut, whore, etc.', that those backward beasts use. I had enough time before meeting Mark, so I made myself comfortable as one of them pushed me over a dustbin of a suitable height. One arm was twisted behind my back, a strong black hand pushing down enough to hold me in place. I waited patiently as their rough, grubby hands groped up my skirt and tugged my panties down to my knees. I heard the sound of spitting, and the first black cock was soon sinking deep inside me after a moment of forceful pressure.