My first black cock 3

My first black cock 3

I guess it had been about 2 weeks, maybe 3? John had become a regular in my life. He would come over after work, we would cuddle on the couch, he would use my mouth and my ass at his discretion. A few times he spent the night and I would feel his firm, warm body all night next to me, only to wake him up with a good morning blowjob. Now that I think about it, when he spent the night he would always give me a hard ass pounding in the morning. I LOVED it, looked forward to it. I wonder what the neighbors thought
about the headboard always pounding the wall? It was in this time that I started dressing the part of my role, I began to buy panties and wear them. At first just when I got home, but then throughout the day. It actually gave me a charge or boost wearing the panties, made me think about what was in store for me later that evening.

I think it was a Friday, when he sent me a text that he was on his way, it was about 7pm(?) and a guy from work, a coworker was catching a ride with him and they were stopping by to watch the game. Now this was a quandry. Was I supposed to act like his “white bitch” or “just another guy”?? He gave me no other details. I went to change my clothes. I kept the panties on, I remember they were red with black lace, but threw on some sweat pants and a t-shirt over my panties. How was I supposed to act? I would just wing it, I guess. I turned on the TV and nervously waited, trying to not think about it.

Soon enough the apartment door opened and John walked in, behind him was another black guy, obviously younger than John. I immediately got up to greet him at the door, it was now just habit! I said something like, “Hey, how’s it going”, or something like that. John spun me around and grasped one soft cheek of pillowy ass and said to his friend, “I told you he had a nice ass for a white boy!”. His friend smiled and shuffled in past him. I was actually shocked. I had never been “out” and now John was basically introducing me as his “White bitch”. John turned to me, “Get us two beers, baby.” I tingled all over when he called me “baby”. They went to sit down on the couch and went to fetch the drinks. I came back and offered them their beer and John introduced me to “Dwayne”.

Dwayne was about 23-25 years old, tall, slender, wirey and muscular. Not bulging muscles, but tone from hard work. He was wearing his dark blue uniform from work, where as John was a supervisor and wore regular clothes. Dwayne seemed quiet, but nice. He maintained a pleasant look on his handsome, youthful face. Several tattoos and even one on his neck, peaking out from under his collar. I introduced myself to Dwayne and sat down between the pair on the couch, although I did sit closer to John. A game was on the TV and I sat silently and watched, eventhough sports bore me completely. A few times I would get up to fetch fresh beer for John and Dwayne, then sit closer to John as he enjoyed the game. I remember it was getting late when John put his arm around me and started kissing me. I kissed back. “I told Dwayne a lot about you.” John said. “Oh really?” I said with a smile. I was kinda getting the idea of what was going on. “Yeah, I told him how you loved sucking nigger dick.” NOW I was shocked. I clammed up. “Tell him, tell Dwayne that you love sucking nigger dick.”. I hesitated, then turned to Dwayne, “I love sucking nigger dick.” I told him sheepishly. I could tell Dwayne was uneasy with this revelation and just nodded his head and said, “That’s cool”.

Then John spoke to Dwayne, “Dwayne, let him suck your dick. Feed him that cock.” It was obvious to me that they had planned this before they came over. My heart was pounding, I was light headed. Dwayne was still sitting but pulling down his pants. I could see his cock was slightly hard already. I had no problem giving him head or head to a stranger, but this night was just crazy too me for some reason. My boyfriend(?)/Master(?) was about to share me with his friend. I sat still, then John prodded me, “Go on, suck his dick.