Straight Invaded Chapter 7

WEDNESDAY:

I woke up around 9:00AM and did the routine of cleaning inside and out and hair removal. I put on some red panties, and turned on the TV and ate some breakfast bars I brought from home.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Startled, I jumped up and rushed to the door to prevent another scene in the hallway. I opened the door quickly but only partially and was glad I did when I saw the maintenance man.

“Hi…everything is ok here,” I said peeking out the door.

“I’m not here for maintenance. I’m here for cocksucker service,” he said softly.

I hesitated for a few seconds, shocked, and confused. I looked him up and down. He was around 6 ft. tall in fairly decent shape, black and looked to be about mid 30’s. He was clean shaven and had about a 3-inch-long afro. He still wore the tool belt, and I definitely remembered his nice round ass from yesterday. He wore a badge that said, “Hello, my name is Jim.”

My cock was already stiffening at the thought of sucking my first black dick. His pants were beginning to tent, as I opened the door, exposing myself wearing nothing but black panties.

“Please come in,” I said politely. “Exactly how may I be of service today?”

“That’s exactly what I was wondering,” he replied with a sheepish grin, stepping into the room.

“Have a seat,” I said pointing to the sofa. I sat in a chair facing him.

“So I own you now and you will do whatever I want, correct?” he asked tentatively.

I needed to think before I answered that one…”Within reason, that is true.”

“I gotta say a black man “owning” a rich white guy has an irony to it and brings a lot of thoughts to mind. If I told you to drop to your knees and beg me to cum in your mouth, you would do it?” he asked grinning.

I slid off the chair and dropped to my knees…

“Got it, please get up, you’ll have your chance soon enough. My wife hasn’t sucked my cock in 5 years so there’s a lot of catching up to do between now and Saturday. (Clearly, he knew how long the room was booked). I’ll be by every day for you to beg me to fuck your white ass. And I think it will be fun to have the rich white guy lick my sweaty black asshole…”

“Hold on a minute,” I interrupted. “Do you know Danny? I have to clear this with him…”

“Ok give me a minute,” he said typing into his phone.

“In the meantime, why don’t you crawl overhear and introduce your mouth to your new best friend?” he said leaning back on the sofa and spreading his legs.

I was confused and turned on at the same time…”Ding!”

“You might want to check that,” he said knowingly.

It was a text from Danny.

I SEE YOU’VE MET MY FRIEND JIM. DO YOUR DUTY FUCK TOY. ENJOY!

My cock already giving me away, I put down the phone, dropped to my hands and knees and crawled toward the sofa.

He looked at me smiling and stood up waiting for me. He removed the tool belt and set it aside.

When I stopped in front of him and looked up, he looked at me and grinned.

“What do you want?” he asked, bouncing his eyebrows up and down.

“Please let me suck your cock until you cum in my mouth,” I said pathetically. “I want you to fill my mouth with your hard dick.”

“Start with getting my boots off…Fuck Toy, is it?” he asked.

“Yes, please make me your fuck toy,” I said, picturing him bending me over the sofa and filling my ass. All I cared about was serving his cock.

I raised his pant leg and untied his boot. I pulled it off and got a whiff of feet, that nocked the stirring in my cock down a level. I repeated the process for the second boot.

“Ok, time to unwrap your prize Cocksucker,” he said untucking his shirt and pushing forward offering his belt buckle.

Thankful to be back on target, I reached up and unbuckled his belt. I unzipped and pealed back the front of this pants, revealing a pair of black boxers. After working them down to the floor, he stepped out of the pants, leaving his dark hairy legs contrasting with his white socks.

Moving back to his underwear, I accidentally brushed his cock on the way to his waist band. I could feel the heat radiating from his hunk of manhood. My cock tingled and mouth watered as I began to peel back the curtain to my prize.

As I pulled them down, I revealed a treasure trail of black curly hair leading to a thick black bush of hair. The musky scent sent a rush through my balls as my own cock wanted to escape from the silk panties that gripped it tight.

Peeling them further down, I saw a semi soft 7-inch hunk of steaming meat, clinging to a low hanging nut sack. He stepped out of the boxers, and I reached for his dark thick cock. Gripping his shaft I pulled it forward watching the skin cling to his sack from the perspiration between them.

“Diving right in, I like that Cocksucker,” he said taking a deep breath as my tongue tickled his sweaty nuts.

The weight and girth of his cock was impressive, as I raised it up giving access to my tongue to lick his warm salty balls. His taste sent waved through my cock.

“Oh hell yeah, lick my sweaty balls white boy!” he said grabbing the back of my head and pressing my tongue against him.

The salty taste flooded my taste, buds and I wanted to taste every inch of him.

Suddenly he released me and backed away.

“Let’s get a little more comfortable so you can get the full experience,” he said setting on the sofa with his ass on the edge.

He laid back and spread his legs. His balls hung down giving me full access, and his cock lay off to the side resting on his thigh.

I crawled closer and reached out again.

“Hold up man, you need to beg for it bitch,” he said, putting a hand over his cock and balls. “Tell me how much you want my sweaty black dick!”

He did not have to ask me twice. My cock was stiff, and his taste lingered in my mouth. I needed more!

“Please let me taste your sweaty balls. I want to lick every bit of that beautiful sweaty cock. It’s so big and warm and I need it my mouth. I want to suck you hard and taste your hot cum filling my mouth. I want to serve your black cock…Please,” I said panting.

“I’m gonna need service all week cocksucker. Do you think you can handle it?” he asked looking down at me.

“Yes, please feed me that incredible tool. I want to service you every day.” I pleaded, as my cock throbbed in my panties.

“All right come get it, Cocksucker. You need to swallow my load so I can finish work. I’ll be back later for more. But take your time I still have 30 minutes for lunch break, and I expect to be properly serviced.”

“Can I please lick your balls clean now?” I asked staring at his sizable nuts.

“Go for it,” he said sliding a little lower and spreading his legs a little wider.

Again, I gripped his thick tool in my left hand and began to lick his dark tasty sack. As I pressed my tongue flat against his scrotum, I could feel the wiry hairs and tasted his manliness. He hummed his approval, and I felt his smooth warm cock expanding in my hand.

I placed my tongue under his balls, lifting and licking up his saltiness.

“Suck my balls, Cocksucker, worship, my fuckin dick,” he moaned.

I opened wide and sucked in his right nut, swirling my tongue as I sucked. I pulled gently maintaining my suction with the intent of letting his nut pop out before it hurt. Suddenly he slapped the side of my head.

“Easy cock sucker! Not so hard!” he said pressing my head back down against his body, relieving the pressure on his balls. I released him and immediately began to kiss it.

“Better, now suck them gently,” he commanded.

I engulfed his right one again teasing it with my tongue.

“There you go. Much better! You take instruction a lot better than my wife.,” he said laying his head back and enjoying the service.

I worked his left nut and licked his balls all over, while I looked up at him.