As the weeks went by and the constant degrading by Ron began to take its toll. I was no longer the girl that had any other interest. My only concern was getting that big, thick black dick from Ron and feeling wave after wave of orgasms rush thru my body. I was a shameless slut when Ron was around. I have given him blowjobs in his car many times and people would point and talk behind my back when I went thru town and on campus. But, I really didn’t care because I knew that the fucking I got from Ron would make me feel a millions times better than if I told those people off.
I awoke in the morning to find another envelope on my floor. I opened the letter, it was a list of errands that Ron wanted me to do for him. I just added them to the list that I already had to do. I spend the day driving around and getting things for Ron and myself. A normal day for me, I checkout all the hot guys playing ball in the park. Imagining what it would be liked to just walk naked onto that court and drop to my knees and suck and fuck all those black studs.
One of the guys on the sideline of the court was checkin me out in my car and walked over to my car.
“Hey sexy, how are you doing, Im Marcus” he said
“Tara” I said shyly.
“Nice to meet you, I see you here a few times a week checking out the game, we should get you a cheerleading outfit and have you perform a halftime show for us” Marcus says. I laughed and thought; that if I were doing the halftime shows it would be the best show of their lives. I smiled and said, “Im not a very good dancer”
Marcus laughs at my comment, All of a sudden, you hear someone call out for Marcus and he says he will be right back. I stared at his fine ass as he ran back. I noticed that the guys were saying something to him. My mind was racing with the possibilities. He comes back to the car.
“Hey, your Ron’s girl right” Marcus says. “I guess so” I replied
“Well, im up next and gotta run, it was nice talking to you” He says and runs off
I just wave goodbye and drove away wondering what was said to him and why did it matter if I was Ron’s girl. I got home and checked my email and a few websites that I usually check on daily. Just waiting for the night to come along and for me to get that cock that I love so much.
It was 6pm and I made myself a little dinner and decided on what to wear when Ron came over. I decided on a gray tube top and a black mini skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked like a hooker but looked good. I threw my hair into a ponytail and just waited for Ron. It was around 10pm when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and Ron walked in.
“Hi Ron” I say
“Hey” he said
“Can I get you anything?” I ask
“Yea, a beer” Ron says
I grab him a beer, open it, hand it to him, and take my place next to him on the floor. “So, what did my lil black cockslut do today” he asks. I debated on whether or not to tell him about the park. I finally told him that I drove by the park and watched a few guys play some ball and one of the came up to me and talked to me.
“What my dick aint good enough for you anymore” Ron said.
“Oh no, Im sorry, I just wanted to watch, I didn’t mean to upset you, what can I do to make it up to you” I pleaded
“Please, what can your black cock slut do to make you happy, I will do anything for you” I begged to him. With that comment, he smiled and knew that I was hooked and now he can have his fun with me.
“In an hour, I want you to come up to my apartment and I want you completely naked when you do come up there.” He commands.
“Anything for you Ron,” I replied.
He left the apartment and I sat there eagerly anticipating what was gonna happen next. Is he gonna fuck me in his bed or maybe all over his apartment. I was so excited and felt like I was going to orgasm right there. As the hour past, I took off my clothes, walked upstairs and knocked on the door. I heard a come in and I opened the door and walked in.