'Your wallet told me where you live. Porn store, tomorrow. 2.'
I looked out the window of my office as I turned the message over in my hands, staring at the warning. The threat. This was a problem. Victoria was watching me like a hawk. But on the other hand, I knew damn well that not showing up as ordered was going to cause even more problems. I needed to get out of here. Worse, my dick wanted this, even as my brain told me that I needed to bail. Fabricating an issue with one of our clients that had a known affinity for still doing some things with paper records, I filed a note in the company workflow manager that I was doing a site visit and stepped out of the office at 1:30 sharp, already feeling my dick straining in my pants, knowing that I was probably going to be on my knees for black cock in a matter of minutes.
The drive to the porn store was easy and I pulled into the parking lot in plenty of time, mentally cursing myself, trying to tell myself to find a backbone. I was just going to tell him this was over and done with and he'd have to find some other guy. My dick was telling me that all that was a fucking lie, and to hurry up and get your hands around his cock again.
The store was pretty much deserted when I entered. It was only the hardcore addicts who would be here at 2 on a Tuesday. Not my kind of hours. I slowly circled the place, trying to quell my nerves and failing, checking my watch obsessively, wondering if he was actually going to show up, wondering what was going to happen, wondering where this out-of-control roller coaster was going.
I felt my heart skip a beat as he stepped into the store. Spotting me immediately he grinned, the perfect white of his teeth contrasting against his dark skin. A flick of his head guided me back towards the stalls and I obediently followed, drawing a look from the cashier as the two of us made our way back into the viewing booths. Wordlessly, he settled into one of the chairs and waved me around, letting me kneel in front of him as he pulled his dick out and brought up some porn on the screen above my head.
"Eager, whiteboi?"
There was no way I could answer that, of course. But the fact that I was here on my knees ready to worship black cock when I should have been working probably told him everything he needed to know. Teasingly, he let the tip of his shaft brush across my face, letting me feel the potency of it. The undeniable attraction of it. My mouth was almost watering. Why did this turn me on so fucking much?
"You want?"
"I...I, yes. Please. Sir."
"Go on then."
He grunted in satisfaction, reclining a little as I got to work, wrapping my lips around that shaft and starting to slowly bob my head. I wouldn't say I was an expert, but already I could feel that cocksucking was starting to become a more natural motion for me, and it didn't take me very long to work up a rhythm. There was no way I was going to manage to take the whole length of this massive dick down my throat - at least not yet - but I could definitely give him a good working over, my lips and tongue and head moving together, trying to stimulate, trying to please, trying to get him to acknowledge me. I don't know why I wanted him to...like me, almost, but there was no denying the deep need welling inside me to please him as I slobbered messily over his dick, drool starting to run down my chin as I kept sucking.
"Say thanks."
"T-thank you."
"Try again, nerd."
I pulled my lips off the cock and unconsciously licked them, entranced by the thick black python that was staring me in the face. I wanted to memorize every vein of this shaft, wanted it back in my mouth already, wanted his cum on my tongue. My voice stuttered, again. Would I ever get used to this? Was this who I really was? Had I been hiding my real self all these years?
"T-thank you for letting me service and worship your cock, Sir. Thank you for teaching me how much I enjoy being a cocksucker. Thank you for showing me how s-superior black cocks are. Please let me keep sucking you off, Sir."
"Mmm, good boy."
I could hear the satisfied amusement in his voice. I felt my dick twitch at the word 'boy' and his strong hand guided me back to his cock, pushing it back into my mouth, not facefucking me but just casually asserting his control, refusing to let me off, and already I could feel my unpracticed jaw starting to ache as I kept bobbing on his shaft, mouth stuffed, increasingly trying to snort air to keep myself going. I kept my tongue active, teasing the tip of his cock, trying to draw a grunt of satisfaction, eyes narrowing just a little in concentration as I suckslaved over the fat black dick impaling my face.
"Now, whiteboi. Now that you're a fucking addict, there's gonna be some rule changes. Gimme yer phone."
Without hesitation, I pulled my Pixel out of my pocket and handed it over, my other hand continuing to stroke and caress the base of his shaft as my mouth pumped over the top half of his dick. I could taste his precum now, starting to drip down my throat, and I didn't even find it weird now that I was almost comfortable with the taste of it. I probably would have done anything in this frame of mind and I knew it, the arousal raging through me swamping any logical complaints as I worked my tongue around the fat head of his dick again, desperate to please, desperate to earn his approval.
"Code?"
"0532."
I just managed to squeeze the numbers out of the corner of my mouth as I kept sucking, the lewd sounds of me blowing him off filling the booth, my knees starting to hurt just a little as I kept bobbing my head up and down the fat, throbbing cock stuffing my face. What was he going to do?? I could feel the nervous adrenaline running through me, but I was so fucking horny that it didn't matter at all. In my pants my own cock was ready to burst again and I'm sure with just a couple of strokes I could have been pumping my own load out but of course that was the last thing on his mind.
"Okay, faggot. Listen up." He punctuated his words with his hand, holding my head in place, impaled on his cock, my eyes wide and almost watering as I struggled not to puke, my gag reflex protesting at the thick black length shoved between my lips. God, why did his cock taste so good? There was no denying just how much I was enjoying worshipping this shaft stretching my jaw, and I moaned in satisfaction as I felt him twitch inside my throat.
"Here's the deal. I text you, you've got half an hour to get this dick inside your mouth. Otherwise, we're gonna have real problems. Understand?"
