I didn't want to go. How could he do that to me. Use me to pay his poker debt? I don't think I will ever forgive him for that. Do all masters use their whores that way?
I was to be at 4522 West 11th street at midnight wearing nothing but a coat. I rebelled. That was so ridiculous. So I wore a full complement of clothes from bra to stockings. I was dressed conservatively though, wearing a taupe colored blouse tucked into tarragon colored slacks, brown penny loafers.
I approached the older house a bit suspiciously. It was dark. Quiet. The sidewalk was snow-covered and crusty with ice. No footprints visible. I hesitantly knocked. Hoping no one would answer and I could go home. I turned my back to the door watching the street and sidewalk, hoping no one would see me. Then I heard someone approach from inside the house. The door swung open and a large black man stared at me. His hand reached out and grabbed me and pulled me into the house. I gasped, startled that he reacted so quickly.
He slammed the door shut. Shoved me up against the door, his hand against my throat, cutting off my air supply. I was terrified. I was gasping, shaking. He ripped open my coat, looking me up and down, noting my attire.
"I told you to wear only your coat, bitch." He ripped open my blouse, buttons flying all over, took out a knife and slit my bra open. He traced the trip of his knife around my nipple. My body betrayed me, my nipple getting hard. He smiled, grabbed my breast, bent down, bit my nipple hard, sucking strongly. I couldn't help it. I moaned. Before I knew it, he was whispering in my ear, "bitch, strip now." He backed away about a foot, waiting for me to comply. I had no choice. I saw the knife.
"Yes." I said. I slipped my coat off, dropping it to the floor. Next the blouse, the bra. I stood before this big man half-naked. I reached for the waistband and unbuttoned it. Then I hesitated. He saw that and raised the knife. I jumped and quickly unzipped them and lowered them, along with my panties down my thighs. I stepped out of my loafers and finally my pants. I stood up, naked and trembling. Slowly I raised my head.
He was tall. About 6'2" maybe 6"3. I was looking up at him. He was bald, very dark. And quite handsome.
He backed me up against the wall. "You were told to arrive with only your coat on. You disregarded instructions. Your master will find out about this." And then he reached down and unzipped his pants, his cock hard. He put his hands on my waist, lifted me and before I knew it his hard cock was thrusting in me. I gasped. Oh god he was so big. I felt as if he were going to rip me apart. He was so much bigger than my master.
I grunted with each of his thrusts. I must admit he didn't have much difficulty entering me. I was wet. My master let me know that I was what he wagered for that last bet. I knew some of what was in store. Yet I was more aroused than I thought. I felt so full. He fucked me up against the door. Hard and fast.
"Well, bitch, how does it feel to be fucked by a big black man? Cum for the big black man." I couldn't respond. I was ashamed and humiliated. He reached down and fingered my clit. I came that fast. I cried out. He pulled out . He hadn't cum. I wanted to fall to the floor but he wouldn't let me. He forced me to my knees.
"Your master said you were on e hot bitch. Now suck me, bitch." Before I knew it he grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock in my mouth, toward the back of my throat. He was so long. I couldn't take it. I gagged.
"Open up, bitch. Take it. Take it all." I looked up at him, staring into his eyes. I relaxed my throat, and finally we had a rhythm where he was fucking my mouth. He pumped faster and faster. "Bitch, I didn't think you could take it. But your master said you could." Then he pulled out, quickly stroked his cock in my face. "Open bitch." I opened wide and he shot his load on my face, in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but it was too much. The cum dripped down my face. I closed my eyes in shame, breathing heavy. I couldn't look at him any longer. But I could hear his breathing.
"That was good, bitch. But the night has just started. You're mine til 9 am. That is one hour for each thousand he lost in that bet. Let's see if you are worth it."
He helped me up and we went to the back of the house, to what looked to be a bedroom. The only furniture a mattress on the floor. He shoved me down on the mattress. He left the room and I sat there. I heard him talking in another room. Not sure if he was on the phone or if others were in the house.
Twenty minutes later he returned. But not alone. With him was a beautiful white woman, with short blonde hair, spiked, wearing tight leather pants, and a leather jacket. She was carrying a collar and leash. She walked over to me and put the collar on. She stood back and smiled. "Yes, she looks so much like a bitch now, doesn't she." Then she bent down and kissed me hard on the mouth. Felt my tits, tweaked my nipples. "Manwell, bring me the clamps." I started. And looked behind her. Sure enough he was bringing some nipple clamps. I tensed. I had never worn them. She knelt down and played with my right nipple, making it hard, making me moan. Then she secured the clamp to my nipple. I cried out in pain. I looked at her, more for confirmation that it wouldn't hurt me. She just smiled. Then she did the same to my left nipple. I looked down as she secured the second clamp. It hurt. But it was beginning to feel good, I guess. I was being aroused. "Don't worry, my pet. The pleasure is yours too." I wasn't sure what that meant.
She sat back on her knees. She looked at me, collared and wearing nipple clamps. She took off the leather jacket. She was bare beneath it. She sat up again and commanded, "Suck my tits, bitch. Suck em hard." She grabbed my behind the head and forced my toward her tits. I sucked hard. She was moaning and urging me. She reached down and fingered my pussy. Plunging two fingers in and out, her thumb riding my clit. I couldn't help it. I came. She could feel it. My pussy spasming around her fingers. She took her wet fingers and ordered me to lick them clean. I did as she told me. Then she stood up and removed her pants.
She stood before me and told me to eat her. I leaned toward her and began to suck and nibble her clit. Lapping up her juices. I worked her clit good, flicking my hard tongue along it. She too came quickly. Crying out loudly. Manwell came over and kissed her as she came. "You are a good, bitch," he said to me. "Crystal must agree."
