Thursday, January 29, 2009

New Friend

After several attempts to remain asleep and get in my full 8 hours of sleep, I gave up and climbed out of bed. I threw on my robe and went downstairs to say good morning to my Master. He's an early riser, and was already dressed and ready for work. I could see he already had his morning coffee. He was on the phone with the office updating them on his work load, so I fixed my morning drink in silence. "You're up early this morning, did you sleep well" he said, signaling that he was off the phone. Not knowing how to answer without sounding like a complaint I simply answered "Good morning. No, not really, I kept waking up. But that's OK, now I get to see you before you head off to work" and gave him a bright smile. I was hoping this answer would satisfy him and he'd not ask further about my night.

"Oh. How come, this makes two nights straight that you haven't slept well?". How do I answer this question honestly without sounding weak? I smiled and gently replied "Every time I rolled over in my sleep I'd wake up remembering your touch". This was an honest answer. My neck and ass were still sore from the flogging from a couple nights ago. The bruises made it uncomfortable to lay in any one position for any length of time. *J* seemed pleased with my answer "Good, bet you'll play to your best ability from here on out won't you?" he said with a sinister chuckle.

"Well I'm off to work" he stated as he crushed out his cigarette and stood up from the table. "We have darts tonight. I should be home by 4:00. I expect you to be ready by the time I get home". He leaned down to kiss the top of my head. "Oh, and you won't be wearing any bra and panties tonight either; dress nice - no jeans and t-shirt. I have a friend coming out that I want to introduce you to" he spat out as he closed the door behind him.

"Dress nice? What does he mean by that?" I asked myself in wonder. I knew his preferred look was slutty and whorish, but we would be playing darts at a non-lifestyle bar. I remembered a saying he liked to quote frequently "all men want a lady in the street and a freak in the bed". I decided to go with a more classy appearance with gray business slacks, a black low cut satin blouse, and heels of course. *J* liked the look of my slender legs in heels. It has been a rule that I wear heels when we went to any social event - lifestyle related or not.

With the decision made, I went about completing my chores for the day. After I finished, I had time to do some writing before preparing for the evening. I enjoy writing short stories. It helps me keep my mind creative and relaxes me. *J* enjoys my stories too. He tells me that its good for a dirty slut to keep her mind active. I try to write stories that I know would entertain and amuse him as well as release my creativity.

As I finished writing, it was time to get prepared. I didn't really think soaking in the jacuzzi was necessary today. Last night *J* had me soak with him, but he told me then that I was to go ahead and soak again today. So I did. He had also told me to pour some bleach into the tub once I got out and let the jets run for a bit. "To clean out the dirty filthy slut cum" he explained. I would be sure not to forget to bleach the tub just in case he asked.

At 4:15 I heard the diesel engine pull into the driveway. I hurriedly ran down the stairs to pour him a glass of iced tea and greet him at the door. He was pleased with the outfit I chose. "Very nice. Exactly what I had in mind" he praised as he kissed my nose hello. "Thank you Sir. How was your day?" I asked. With a roll of his eyes he grunted "Lets not worry your little head with that right now. We'll discuss it later. Right now I want a hot shower."

*J* looked me over head to toe. He appeared to be quite pleased until he saw my feet. "Nice boots" he said with a smile and a gleam in his eyes. I knew that smile well. "Didn't I tell you that you were not to wear socks or shoes around the house from now on?". He did, but he also told me to be ready to go when he got home. I didn't bother with my excuses. I made a mistake in assuming too much. He was right, I was told not to wear shoes around the house. I just stood there in silence. He laughed with amusement at me. "Come with me upstairs and get these completions done while I'm in the shower. It'll be a late night". I quickly moved behind him. The first thing I done when I sat at my desk was to take off my boots and stockings. I would complete the paperwork in my bare feet.

I was still working at my desk when *J* finished with his shower. "I had trouble with the shut off valve down in Osawatomie today. It's located under the house in the crawl space. It was flooded when I got there and had to be pumped out. The dirt was wet and muddy making it difficult for me to keep my footing. It was a bitch to put the new lines into place with me sinking and sliding in the mud. It took longer than what I hoped. I wanted to swing by the Grandview job on the way home and get it knocked out of the way today too. I'll just have to go first thing in the morning and bring that paperwork back to you." *J* was just chatting idly, sitting on the bed with nothing but a towel on. I knew he was impatiently waiting for me to finish with the paperwork. I listened intently and offered suggestions while typing as fast as I could to get finished. "Aren't you about done yet" he finally asked with irritation. "Yes, I'm finishing up now" I answered.

He watched as I sent the final forms out through the email. "Go get my razor" he ordered as he lay back on the bed. I quickly retrieved his razor and tossed it onto the bed next to him. He laughed and shook his head. "Oh no, get your lazy ass over here and trim me up bitch". He hasn't had me shave him in a long time. This was one of my favorite things to do for him. I enjoyed holding his cock in my hands and removing the stubble from his member and the area around it. He has a beautiful cock. I loved feeling it grow in my hands as I worked. I carefully removed the hair. He likes to be dry shaved. "It gets a smoother result" he says. When finished, I got a cloth to clean the loose hair from his skin.

I was just about to get up when I felt his hand at the back of my head. He grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled my head down onto his hardened cock. "Suck this bitch, worship this cock like a good slut". He jammed his cock deep into my throat making me cough and gag. "That's it, take it all. Suck it you dirty slut" he chanted. "You like that don't you?" I nodded my head to affirm that I did in fact love worshiping my master's cock. "Give me the ring bitch". I had to slow my movements so that I could press the ball of my tongue ring into the small opening of his cock. He moaned with pleasure. "That's enough" he said and shoved my mouth over the length of his cock again. "Damn that feels good. You do your job well." he praised. He grabbed my head on each side to stop any movement and began pumping his cock deep and hard into my throat. "Show me how much you love sucking my cock. I want to hear you cum bitch. Cum now". *J* has so much control over me, he can control my orgasms with just a command. My body began to shake with the orgasm.

"Roll over onto your back and hang your head off the bed" he ordered. "I want to fuck that cum sucking mouth". I done as he said. He came to the side of the bed. Once again he began to fuck my mouth pushing his cock deep into my throat. I felt him place his hand over my throat and squeeze, cutting the air off. He continued to fuck my mouth until I heard him grunt... signaling that he was about to cum. "Swallow this slut. Don't you spill a drop. Drink it all" he said as I felt his hot juices flow down into my mouth. He released my throat. I gulped all of his cum down with the first gasp of air. *J* began to dress and ordered me to get cleaned up. "Put those boots on and lets go. I'll be waiting for you in the truck".

When we arrived at the bar, *J's* friend was already waiting for us. "Hi Mike, I'd like you to meet my angel. She's the one I've been telling you about". Mike stretched out his hand to shake mine. "My aren't you a sexy little thing" he said to me. I smiled politely, shook his hand, and said "Hello Mike. Thank you". Mike was a tall handsome black fellow with an athletic build. I hadn't seen him before and wondered where *J* met him. He and *J* began chattering away about fuel prices. I stood with them listening. *J* leaned over and whispered into my ear "Mike here is proud of his dart throwing ability. When you play against him tonight don't take it easy on him. No holds barred". He chuckled and motioned for me to go on and make my rounds.

Later on, Mike and I were called to play against one another. Mike was right to be proud of his dart throwing. He was an avid dart player. He was going to be tough to beat. The first round was close, he won. I hit a double instead of a single 13 making me bust on the 501 game. Mike closed out his round with a high out of 89. On the second round we played cricket. I won that round. Since this is a best 2 out of 3 tournament that meant we'd have to go to round three. I followed Mike with the cork. He nailed the bullseye straight on. I landed one hole out. Winning the cork, Mike chose to play 501 again. I knew I was in trouble. 501 is not my preferred game. I opened the match with 140 points. Mike followed up with 119. This was going to be a close round again. Mike came out ahead. He was left with a bull to close out. I still had 139 points to close. I would have to hit the trip 20 and a single 19 to win. This was going to be my last shot to beat him. Mike wasn't going to miss the bulleyes on his next throw. If I was going to win, I'd have to take my 139 points right then. I threw my first dart and struck the single 19. The second dart landed right on target: trip 20. The pressure was on, I threw the third dart and it landed solid on the trip 20. I'd won! And I took the high out for the night.

Mike shook my hand and congratulated me. "You're a hell of a dart thrower lady. *J* warned me about you. He wasn't kidding. Good game". I smiled with pride from his praise. "Thank you Mike. You're a good player yourself. I hope to see you again in the finals".

I did see Mike again in the finals. He took third place and I took second. After the tournament was over, we all filed out into our vehicles to head home. *J* was escorting me to the truck when he announced "Mike is following us home for coffee. I expect you to be a good hostess". We continued to walk to the truck to the sound of *J's* amused laughter.

Mike arrived at the house behind us. I went in to start a fresh pot of coffee. I was getting out the dice when I heard the men's laughter. "Oh good. I smell the coffee brewing. We won't be needing those dice tonight angel" *J* said. Mike complimented me on our home and asked for a tour. I showed him around and took him back to the kitchen. *J* was already at the table with three coffee cups waiting. Mike took a seat at the table and I began to pour the coffee. After setting out the cream and sugar, I joined the two men at the table.

I liked Mike. He was kind and funny. I learned that he was a single guy recently widowed. His wife had been involved in a car accident a year prior. Prior to her death, they had been swingers and had seen *J's* and my profile on c4p. He saw*J* earlier in the week on a job site and Mike admitted that he recognized him. After a few minutes of conversation,*J* invited him to come to darts with us and Mike accepted.

The conversation turned to the lifestyle. "How long have you guys been in the lifestyle" Mike asked. *J* explained how he came to be in the lifestyle long ago and how he drug me into it a few years later. "Yeah, I came kicking and screaming alright" I jokingly played along. "Truth is, I was already interested in the lifestyle; just didn't know what it was called. *J* simply gave me the answer and showed me the way. " "How do you feel about single black guys" Mike asked turning towards me. Not knowing how to answer I laughed "I'm sure you're no different than a single white man". *J* nodded his head in approval of my answer and Mike smiled. He seemed to be pleased with the answer as well. "Good, Good I'm very glad to hear that. *J* tells me that you've never had sex with a black man before?" he questioned. Before I had a chance to answer *J* stood up with his cup of coffee in hand "What do you say we all move upstairs and put on some music". "Yes, that sounds like a good idea" Mike agreed grabbing his cup of coffee. I grabbed my cup and followed behind them.

"Light up some candles Angel" *J* ordered as he sat down to put on the music. I done as I was told. *J* nodded pointedly towards my boots. I understood right away that I better bare my feet again. I sat down at the conversation table in the corner of the room to remove my boots and stocking. I had come to understand that this night was going to be about more than just coffee and music. I became nervous and excited all at once.

*J* knew I had never been with a black guy before. He also knew that being fucked by a black man was a fantasy of mine. He obviously hadn't forgotten. It was clear that he carefully arranged this meeting. My master is a loving and caring master. He can be harsh at times, and he can be very demanding at times; but he has his moments when he is considerate of my desires as well. This is one of those times. I will be certain to show him my appreciation later. Make no mistake about it; *J* will make sure that I do.

"Come here Angel" *J* beckoned. I moved over to him. He placed a hand on my shoulder and pressed me downward. I kneeled in front of him. He began to kiss and nibble on my neck. I was a bit nervous with Mike standing next to us watching but I quickly forgot when *J* bit down on the back of my neck hard. I sucked in a deep breath of pleasure. Master knows very well where my trigger points are. He slipped my blouse off and I saw from the corner of my eye that he made a gesture in Mikes direction. As my blouse was slipped over my head I felt Mike move in to take it from *J's* hands. Mike tossed the blouse onto the floor. I could feel him kneel behind me. He starting kissing on my neck where *J* had just left his bite mark. *J* began to nibble on my ear and whispered "You'll enjoy this".

Mike placed his hands under my arms to lift me up. I looked up at *J* for approval. He nodded and leaned back in his chair. "Mike you won't mind if I watch would you?" he asked while slipping my slacks off. My slacks fell to the floor and Mike replied "No of course not. Feel free to join in any time you want". That was a good answer. *J* shows a great deal of repsect for those that first show him respect. I could see that Mike and *J* will become quick friends at this rate.

I turn to watch as Mike undressed. He had a handsome body - Tall, lean, sleek, and with dark skin pulled taunt over his muscles. I will enjoy his fucking me. *J* starts teasing my clit. I moaned from the pleasure. Mike came to me and returned to kissing my neck. I moaned yet again. *J* dropped his hand from between my thighs and turned me over into Mike's care. Mike led me to sit on the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me, leaning over as he continued to kiss and nibble my neck. After a few minutes I craved to have a cock in my mouth. I leaned into Mike, using my hand to bring his cock to my mouth. He had a big cock. He had to be at least 10 inches in length and thick - very thick. I began to get nervous. I relaxed when I heard my Masters voice "That's it. Suck that big cock." Mike laughed and leaned back to give me better access. I worked my tongue over his dick feeling it grow inside my mouth. He filled my mouth quickly with his swollen cock. I gagged a little as his cock was steadily growing. I worked his cock over with my mouth until he had enough. He pushed me onto the bed. He took his big cock into his hands and started rubbing my wet pussy with it. I closed my eyes with ecstasy.

Finally, I felt his cock press into me. My pussy stretched from the size of him. It felt good. He filled me completely. He began to pump slowly and gently. As big as he was... slow and gentle was good a nice start. Oh it felt good to be fucked with such a large cock. But he wasn't giving me what I needed. I would never reach orgasm at this rate. Too gentle.

I heard *J* leave his chair and felt his weight join me on the bed. He lay behind my head. He started kissing on my neck and shoulders. "You know what we want bitch" he whispered into my ear. "He wants to feel your juices on his cock. Come on... give it to him. I want to hear you cum on that big black cock now". My body immediately began to tremble at his command. Mike laughed. My display of obedience must have really excited him. He began to pump faster, harder, and deeper into my pussy. This is what I needed. I immediately felt another climax building. "You fucking slut, hold it. Don't you dare cum until I tell you to" I heard my Master's voice whisper. I squeezed and held back my orgasm. "Hold it... Hold it" *J* chanted. Mike had worked up into a frenzy by this point. He was pumping and fucking my pussy hard. I could feel the ache in my pussy as it began to swell from the abuse. Oh it felt so good. I wanted to cum but kept hearing"Hold it... Hold it" in my ear.

I felt *J's* hand over my throat. "You stivel that orgasm you fucking bitch. You better hold it". My air had been squeezed off. I thought I was going to pass out. I wasn't sure whether it was from the need to cum or from the lack of air. Finally I heard the order "Cum now you fucking filthy slut". I shuddered hard with orgasm. I could hear Mike had reached his orgasm too. I felt his cock throb inside of my stretched pussy. He groaned with the release. I could feel his cum spill out onto my thighs.

Mike fell to the bed next to me. "Oh god *J*, she has such a tight pussy. That was great". Mike caressed my arm and said simply "Thank you". The three of us lay on the bed listening to the music and chatting for awhile. Eventually Mike stood up to leave. I lay there watching until he was dressed. I stood up to grab a robe and walk him to the door. *J* pushed me back onto the bed "I'll walk him to the door".

The two men exited the room. *J* turned back to me "You fucking slut. You'll fuck anyone I tell you too and like it won't you?" "Yes Master" I answered. He laughed. "Good now get your cum soaked pussy washed up. I'll be back for you in a few minutes. Your duties aren't done for the day just yet. It's my turn"

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