Five months had passed since the weekend in Antwerp. After Steve had left the hotel room, Maria's initial paralyzed apathy had soon been replaced by pure rage. Her judgment was swift, she didn't ever want to see me again. After what I did all the trust between us was gone for good. She told me she would press charges if I ever dared showing my face around her again.
I hadn't heard from her since that day. After the warning I didn't try to see her again, but I did send her letters and text messages trying to explain my motives. All of them were left unanswered.
It was hard to say which was stronger, the self hatred I felt for letting it come this far, or the hotness of the memory of that day. Every single evening still I thought back of how my now ex girlfriend was taken by a hung black stranger in front of my own eyes, and of how I had seen it make her reach multiple intense climaxes.
I wanted Maria back in my life so bad. But even more, I wanted to relive the experience I had forced upon her. The more time passed, the longer she ignored me, the stronger the thought grew that I had nothing more to lose anyway. It was a week after my last unanswered letter to her when I took the decision. She had physically enjoyed it then, and she would again.
I was less held back than the first time. I sought out three sexy pictures of Maria and started to visit black chat sites again. I didn't have to wait long, soon I started talking to Alex, a black man from London who worked as a male stripper. He told me he had sex with female customers after shows all the time. I took his word for it, his muscular jacked body looked impressive. He told me he had a tour planned with his team in Belgium the next month.
He was used to attractive women, but Maria's pictures did something to him, as she did to almost any man. I told him Maria was a good friend and fuckbuddy of mine, and that I was the only one who knew about her fantasies about black men. I wanted to surprise her by letting an athletic black man seduce her. Alex was down with it all, he had enough self-confidence to approach her by himself. We exchanged numbers, he would be in the area in 3 weeks.
As agreed he texted me where his hotel was exactly 3 weeks later. I still hadn't heard anything from Maria. Having been together for years, I still knew her daily rhythm though. She locked up the store where she worked in Brussels around 7:00 pm each evening. Alex agreed to meet at the central station at 6:30 pm. It was twenty minutes from the place he was staying, and one and a half hour from mine.
My jeans felt tight as hell on the way there. I held a newspaper in front of me to hide my excitement from the other travelers. I walked into the station hall with my heart pounding inside my chest, I was ten minutes early.
At 6:30 exactly, Alex entered. His tight white shirt showed off his very athletic physique. My eyes weren't the only ones looking at him. He was very relaxed, he smiled as he shook my hand. We stood there for a minute and exchanged formalities. Then we slowly started walking towards the store in which Maria worked. It was a Tuesday, there weren't many people out on the streets. We spoke of Maria, and of the role I had in mind for myself. When we were only 30 more meters away, I pointed out the store to him. From a distance I recognized Maria's figure between the few people still shopping. Alex shook my hand again.
"Good luck," I told him as he walked on without me.
Alex comfortably walked through the store while looking at the clothes without taking or trying any. Maria had glanced at him and greeted when he entered. She was wearing leather boots with high heels, blue tight jeans and a green top, casually showing off her slender but feminine figure. She wore her dark curls untied.
Alex had only smiled and nodded at her. She looked even more interesting than on the pictures that dumbass had shown him. Alex knew there weren't many black men living here, especially not black men looking as good as he did.
When he had made a round through the store he stood still in front of the line of clothes next to the entrance. He looked over his shoulder, the last two other customers where leaving the store. Maria was the only one left working. She walked towards him.
"Can I help you sir? It's about closing time."
Alex looked at her as if he saw her for the first time and smiled.