My Story

I woke up at Othello's place, feeling slightly groggy from the minimal sleep I'd eventually managed. Still deliciously tender from the night of debauchery that had taken place. Exhausted but so content, entirely satisfied and glowing inside.

The previous evening, I'd been expecting a romantic date night with Othello. Little did I know he'd take me completely by surprise when I discovered his gym buddy Gabe, had also turned up for the ride. The night had culminated in them both taking their turns and having their way with me. I had relished every seductive second.

Othello had promised to have me back to Hanna's place before she finished her night shift and returned home. It was still dark outside and I wanted desperately to just spend the day in bed with my exquisite ebony hunk.

He convinced me it was for the best that I be in bed by the time Hanna came back to her place. The last thing we wanted was to cause friction or encourage any suspicion that may arise if I wasn't there. I reluctantly agreed but was seriously tempted to stay put and continue where we'd left off.

I got dressed, my legs still a little unstable from the antics of the previous hours. Othello and I giggled together as we recapped the night and tidied the place up. The musky smell of sex clung to the air and every few seconds I'd experience a heady flashback to what we had gotten up to earlier that night, it was enough to make me blush.

When we were both dressed, we made small talk until the time came for us to leave. I couldn't resist straddling his lap one last time as he sat on the edge of the bed. We kissed tenderly and he grasped me tight to his muscly chest until reluctantly, we tore ourselves apart from each other and Othello helped me to my feet. We walked to his car hand in hand, and at this moment in time, I was past caring if we were seen by curious onlookers. It was still dark on a cold winter's morning so fortunately there weren't too many people about.

As we drove through the dimly lit streets my mind kept wandering to the night before. Although Gabe had been really rough with me earlier in the evening (which I'd secretly loved), Othello had seemed very caring and I felt certain he'd genuinely wanted me to enjoy myself, which indeed I had. He'd been acting more loving and passionate towards me lately and made me feel 100% safe in his company. He was becoming almost protective over me. Once again, I felt like a doting school girl with a crush on the Prom King. A mighty, muscly, strong black Adonis of a Prom King.

We arrived outside Hanna's midwife accommodation and it felt like time had just passed so quickly. I wish I could have slowed it down to just be back at Othello's apartment and spend a little longer with him. Alas... we both got out of the car, he came quickly around to my side and pulled me to him, his big hands holding my hips firmly.

"No, I don't want to go yet." I pleaded, looking up into his brown eyes and cheekily playing up to wanting him. Teasing because I wanted him to stay. I knew it was impossible.

"I had a great time, baby." He replied in his deep husky voice. "We can meet again very soon, don't worry."

His hand went to my chin and lifted it up. I pouted my bottom lip out to show my disappointment. We both giggled and he pulled me to him. I gave a sheepish glance left and right, to make sure nobody was around and I really shouldn't have, but I leaned in to kiss him. I closed my eyes and we kissed deep, his hands caressing my face and neck. Fuck, he knew just how to get me going. We kissed passionately and as he held me tight against him, I could feel his cock grow and press against me. I quickly tried to calculate how I could manipulate this situation and have some more of Othello's delicious black cock. I was trying to figure out, did we have enough time? Could he come into the apartment? Could he just fuck me here, right up against the car? I needed him so much right now! But all so risky...

It was at that moment, the entrance door to the apartment block slammed shut. We immediately broke the kiss and pretended to be talking closely. Othello casually nodded his head in greeting to someone walking down the path behind me. I pretended to be unconcerned but really my heart was beating in a blind panic. I glanced over my shoulder, and to my horror, witnessed Darius strolling down the path towards us. Then it clicked, Darius was wearing his scrubs, he was on his way to work. Of course, Darius works Hanna's swing shift. How could I not have considered this? I must have forgotten in my lustful daze.

"Morning," Othello said nonchalantly.

"Good morning Gentlemen," Darius responded in his American drawl.

I took a big gulp and attempted to remain calm. Darius may not have seen anything, just play it cool, I told myself.

"Urm, morning Darius'' I said, ''Errr, this is Othello, a friend of mine." Trying my hardest to appear casual.

They shook hands and I explained that Darius is Hanna's flatmate. I had never thought that my two favourite men would meet like this. The conversation was a little suggestive and extremely awkward and I wished the ground would swallow me up. Darius made a point of letting us both know that Hanna would be home very soon, as he was heading in to relieve the night shift. He finally waved goodbye and gave me a wink, which I'm sure was not missed by Othello, before he strode on along the road towards the hospital. He definitely suspected something. How was I going to get out of this one?

When Darius was out of sight, Othello gave me a small kiss and recommended I head inside before Hanna returns home. I would obviously have to come up with some excuses if Darius mentioned anything to her on their shift changeover.

I entered the apartment and quickly showered, although it would have taken a lot longer to wash away the filth from last night's antics. I was trying to think how to explain this all away, but was exhausted and couldn't think straight. I climbed into Hanna's bed and crashed out.

I woke a few hours later with the winter sun lighting up the room through a crack in the curtains. Hanna was asleep next to me and had obviously managed to get in from work and climb into bed without disturbing me in my comatose, exhausted state. She looked beautiful and peaceful, her pale smooth skin glistening slightly in the sunlight. It was way too early to wake her after her night shift, so I got out of bed, closed the curtains properly and left her to sleep. I padded down to the kitchen to make some coffee and contemplate what to do with the day.

As the coffee was brewing, I reminisced about the night before. How Othello and Gabe had seduced me, which led to finally living out one of my deepest and darkest fantasies. Othello had known exactly what I wanted and had made me feel special the whole night through, as well as them both giving me the fucking of my entire life.

My cock stirred in my boxers shorts as I recalled how I'd been such a slut in my Christmas panties and something I never thought possible, the moment that Othello and Gabe both had their big black cocks inside me. My first experience of getting double penetrated. Fuck, now I was getting horny all over again!

Over a strong, hot coffee, I scrolled through my phone to read my messages from the last few hours I'd been asleep. I read a text from Othello, again telling me how he'd had such an amazing time the night before and instructing me to get some well-needed rest. I smiled to myself and wondered when I'd next see him.

Then, the next message was from Darius, and it was the one I'd been dreading, quizzing me about who he had seen me with outside the apartment block that morning. I honestly did not know how to play this one. Would Darius be jealous if he knew I had been meeting another man? Would he feel a sense of loyalty to Hanna and tell her, or make me come clean and confess everything?

I told him it was just an old friend and we'd had a bit of a late night, denying that anything was going on between us.

He immediately called me out on the BS and said it looked like some pretty passionate kissing for a friend. Oh fuck, he'd seen everything. Before I could reply, he texted me again demanding an explanation. He told me Hanna had a girls night out planned and insisted that tonight, I would have to tell him the truth. He offered me the ultimatum that if I didn't come clean and tell him everything, he'd have no choice but to tell Hanna. As he pointed out, she doesn't deserve to be lied to.

I succumbed to his request, as I had been doing since the first time I had met him. Darius was the textbook dominant, alpha male and had made a habit of knowing exactly how to get me to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. This occasion was a little different from the last few times when it had been sexual, but his dominance shone through yet again. I agreed to confess all to him over a drink that evening when we would have the apartment all to ourselves.

The rest of the day was no fun at all. Earlier on I'd still been reminiscing about the steamy night before. A sense of complete fulfillment and even the fluttery feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you realise you're falling in love. I'd felt so happy and content. However, following the exchange of messages with Darius, I was now consumed with guilt, worry and confusion.

I'd been acting immaturely and selfishly with the whole situation. I'd told myself that I was merely following my desires, that it would be wrong to suppress them. But as time went on, and things were becoming more serious with Hanna, it was dawning on me that other people's feelings were also involved, I needed to consider that.

First, I had to figure out what I wanted. Yes, it would be great to carry on as I had been, having my cake and eating it, but I had to make choices. I was convinced that if I continued to see Othello, he would turn me 100%. That's the hold he had over me, and I kind of liked the thought, but how would that affect people around me and especially my relationship with Hanna? I was again questioning my sexuality. Although I hate to put a label on it, society has already done that. God, it was such a dilemma. Maybe talking it all through with Darius would help.

The rest of the day dragged by, and my mind was occupied with what would happen when Darius returned home. The past 24 hours seemed to have been spent in a heady blur. Hanna had gotten up and was already heading out of the door for her night out before I'd hardly registered. After wishing her a good time as she left, I was now alone in the apartment. My conflicting thoughts consumed me whilst I nervously waited for Darius to finish work.

I had been lost in my tormenting thoughts until I heard Darius' key in the front door, his steps leading down the hallway before he strolled into the living room with a confident swagger.

"Don't look so worried." He smirked at me.

"Why don't you fix us both a drink while I jump in the shower. It's been a long day."

He looked exhausted and his scrubs were not as clean and pressed as when I'd seen him that morning. Plus I knew the hours these guys pushed and I had nothing but respect for the hard work they put into every shift.

I nodded and headed to the fridge while he made his way towards his bedroom. I had a passing urge to follow him, help him out of his clothes, and begin to soothe his tired body. What was wrong with me? It was this kind of thinking that had gotten me into this mess in the first place. I had to control myself.

I grabbed two cold beers from the fridge and returned to the living room. I tentatively sipped at mine as I nervously waited for Darius to join me. My heart once again, thumping in my chest.

Darius casually entered the room ten minutes later wearing a sexy basketball vest paired with some loose-fitting sports shorts. He'd freshened up and now looked as handsome and hot as he had on the other few occasions we'd hooked up previously. Without having noticed, I'd already finished my first beer and he offered to get me a fresh one.

When he came back, he passed my beer before sitting in his usual space on the sofa opposite me. He leaned back and took a long sip on his drink and then looked me deep in my eyes.

"So...." He said confidently. "You wanna tell me who that guy was this morning?" he asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

I knew it was time. I confessed everything about Othello, how we'd met, how many times we'd seen each other, and exactly what we had been getting up to. I told him how he was caring and seemed to always look out for me which made me feel safe in his presence. What I did, however, omit from the whole story is exactly what had happened the night before. Hesitant to have Darius think I was some sort of cock hungry slut. I guess I wanted him in agreement that Othello and I could maybe work something out and become an item.

Darius listened intently and didn't interrupt. By the time I'd finished telling my story, I realised I'd got through another beer. It must have been nerves.

"So you got it pretty bad for this Othello guy, huh?" Darius said as he looked me straight in the eye.

''Yes,'' I replied, coyly.

''Okay, so where does this you leave you and Hanna?'' Darius asked.

''That's the part I'm still trying to figure out. It's not easy telling someone how I feel deep down.'' I confessed.

Darius frowned and looked at me with his big brown eyes. ''I hope you think of me as more than just someone''

Correct, he wasn't just someone. Darius had seduced me when we'd first met, had his way with me, and then joined Hanna and I in carrying out our ultimate fantasy threesome.

"Of course you're not just someone but Othello was my first. That means a lot to me, and he has this hold over me. I didn't expect to have these feelings." I replied.

''Just remember, he is an escort." Darius pointed out. "He's a professional at this."

He was right, but last night had seemed different. Firstly - no cash had crossed hands and he'd allowed me to stay the night at his, then dropped me off this morning. Yes, last night something had shifted, I was convinced of it. The beer had worked its magic so I confessed all this to Darius.

I told him about how Othello had invited me over, made a real effort that felt like a romantic date night, how he'd been dressed super smart and treated me to a couple of very thoughtful little gifts. I dropped in about the Christmas sexy panties and then, finally, I confessed about Gabe joining us too.

Darius' eyes widened and his mouth fell open in shock, "You wore panties for him and slept with his friend? Both of them at the same time? You are such a slut!" he said, followed with a dumbstruck but admiring grin.

I was taken aback by the insult, but it did make me ponder. Was I a slut? Is that how Othello viewed me? How had he known I'd willingly go along with him 'sharing' me with his friend... was he planning on introducing more?

"You're nothing but a whiteboi slut that craves stiff black cock." Darius taunted me. Yet again, I was reminded of my conflicting emotions, I seemed all over the place lately.

"Yeah, you're a naughty whiteboi." he continued. "I need to see that slutty whiteboi ass in some sexy lil' panties. You need that whiteboi ass spanked". I wasn't sure whether to take it as a question or a statement.

"I'll bend you over my knees and give you another spanking like I did the first time," he said hoarsely. Darius had taken to slapping my butt since he'd initially seduced me and I sensed he enjoyed it... hopefully, as much as I did.

It was happening all over again. Him seducing me, and me not showing the slightest resistance. Was it just black men that I could not resist? It seemed that way. He was turning me on with the way he spoke. Those playful insults, impelling me to become just what he says I am.

I had to cool myself down. Things were getting out of hand... again. I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom. I had to get out of this situation. Hanna had an en-suite which would give me more privacy to gather my thoughts. I closed the door behind me, looked at myself in the mirror, and thought, what am I doing? I splashed my face with water in an attempt to cool off and when I opened my eyes, saw the bottle of poppers sitting on the shelf below the mirror. One quick sniff might just help me relax a little, so I succumbed. Wow, I'd forgotten how strong they were.

The next thing I knew, I was in the doorway of the living room, leaning seductively against the door frame. My one arm up, with my forearm on top of my head, my other hand on my hip. I felt sultry and could feel the warmth all over my body like I were in a daze, a very aroused daze. Darius immediately identified the small, plum-coloured French panties I had on as Hanna's. Everything became an enticing blur. Darius' voice sounded deep and distant in my heightened state of arousal.

Suddenly, I heard him say huskily. "Fuck that's sexy! Are those Hanna's panties? They're her favourite aren't they?" He asked alluringly whilst letting the tip of his tongue run against his bottom lip.

"Mmmmhmmm," I replied amorously, not taking my eyes from his.

"You want me to treat you like Hanna tonight? You wanna be my girl?" Darius teased me.

My heart skipped a beat and my knees felt weak. I ached for him. I turned slowly, keeping my eyes on his until the last second. I showed him my pert behind and began to walk seductively towards the bedrooms, swinging my hips as I did, trying to mirror how I'd think Hanna would walk suggestively in front of me. I heard him shift on the sofa and could sense him slowly following, his eyes burning into me.

I stopped outside his bedroom and glanced over my shoulder at him to ensure he was with me. I entered the room and stopped at the foot of the bed with my back to the entrance. Darius stopped at the doorway, his large, strong frame casting a shadow into the room. I glanced sideways and could see him in my peripheral vision, before I leisurely and provocatively climbed onto the bed on all fours, arching my back and glimpsing back at him to gauge a reaction. After a minute of him watching me slowly move and grind and roll my hips for him, Darius stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, sending us into complete darkness. Hearing him lock the door took me by surprise and made me gasp out loud, the noise resonated in the pitch darkness.

My heart was thumping in my chest. It was all I could feel and hear. It was consuming my senses. Then the unmistakably musky scent of a dominant, strong, hungry, black man in very close proximity. It was all so wickedly intoxicating.

I was kneeling on the edge of the bed when I became aware of his presence right behind me. His hot breath on the back of my neck, then the tip of his nose tracing from the top of my spine to my hairline. He was breathing me in, which caused me to shudder and hunch up my shoulders whilst I exhaled a moan of pure pleasure.

All of my senses became intensified in the darkness. Darius reached up to squeeze my shoulders as he softly nibbled, licked, and kissed the nape of my neck, his full soft lips delivering his beautiful butterfly kisses along my spine sending me into overdrive.

I panted in lust, a feeling of uncontrollable vulnerability washed over me and I liked it. I welcomed it. Having him behind me made me feel defenceless and exposed, but at the same time, safe in his company. Darius' strong hands slid from my shoulders to my hips before his thick arms snaked around my torso and squeezed me like a boa constrictor, almost lifting me from the bed. I let myself hang loose and he held me up, his firm chest pressed against my back whilst he nuzzled and kissed my neck and earlobes.

I reached back with one hand, caressing his neck and face as he continued to devour me. Unashamedly, I moaned out loud for him. I turned my face to his and we kissed. He claimed my mouth, his full lips enveloped mine and his insistent tongue darted into my accepting mouth. His broad arms squeezed me and lifted my whole body up slightly before setting me back down. Ensuring I was conscious of his power and strength once again.