“Gisele, look,” He spoke up; I opened my eyes from my comatose orgasmic state. Looking out his balcony window, I saw it, the dark purple mixed with a touch orange in the sky. The sun was rising.
Ulysses pulled out, gently turned me around, and guided me to my knees. I took his cock, knowing what was going to happen, stroking it, milking it.
To hear him moan with pleasure was music to my ears. He went all night, just like he said. He was now, finally, letting himself cum. And cum he did. That big juicy black dick erupted in my open mouth, my lips closing around the spurting cockhead, sucking the semen out of it. He filled my mouth, I’d swallow, I’d suck some more, then swallow again. So delicious.
When he was done, he picked me up, carried me to bed and collapsed in my arms. I held this black man, this exhausted, sweaty man who I was to care for an entire week, in my arms. He kissed at my nipples, I held him close, we went to sleep.
A few hours later, we were in the shower, his fingers curled inside me as he kissed along the back of my neck.
Ulysses picked me up, slamming me against the shower wall, bouncing me, once again, on his cock as the shower steam enveloped us. I drank from him again, swallowing every drop of cum I could.
We had a late breakfast, took another nap, followed by, what seemed like hours, of a beautiful 69 on his bed. I loved his tongue inside me.
Devin called later that night, reminding me to stay with Ulysses until she returned. I did as was told. I spent the rest of the week in that apartment, servicing her black lover in her absence, making sure his succulent black balls were emptied daily, making sure his long dark cock was slick with my pussy juices or saliva.
Had I gone black? I had no idea. It seemed like it. I knew one thing; July would be here when Devin returned from LA. July was the month I’d be working with Fat Rob.
Chapter 7
Fat Rob fucked me four times my first day working for him. It was insane. His cock was insane, insanely fat that is.
There was no seduction. I arrived that morning, hoping I’d be able do what all the other employees were doing, knowing deep down that working for Fat Rob, it would happen.
He moved behind me, “Let me stretch you out,” he whispered. I could already feel his bulge poking into my lower back. I spread my legs, hiked up my dress, and bent over his desk.
I couldn’t help but scream when his thick cock entered me. I gripped the edge of his desk, holding on tightly, while he plowed me from behind. It hurt, I was stretching, my pussy lips wrapping around his meaty shaft, but it was so amazing.
He took me to his apartment that night. My pussy was so sore, but hurt so good.
On my back, I sucked at his nipples, while he plowed his huge, fat dick into me. “So that’s why they call you Fat Rob,” I observed.
“You got it. Now wrap those pretty little lips around me and get that cum,” he said, pulling out of my gaping pussy. I lay on my tummy, grabbed his cock with both hands, my mouth stretching over the tip and sucked as hard as I could.
His cum tasted so, so good. Just like Ulysses’. My mouth overflowed with semen. Shit, I loved the feeling of my mouth being filled with that warm, salty, fluid.
“You gonna make so much money this month. As long as you can handle black dick, you’ll be making money for me and for yourself,” he told me.
“What does that mean? You’ll be pimping me out to your friends?” I asked.
“And clients, yes,” he answered.
He meant it too. For the remaining 30 days in July, weekdays, weekends, I didn’t step foot in Elite Magazine’s office. Fat Rob had me working at his various strip clubs across town. I didn’t strip, but mostly got drink orders, and was told to flirt with the patrons.
I was also for sale – $500 for a few hours, $1500 for the entire night. Fat Rob gave me 25% of the share.
All these black men, these gorgeous, styling, classy, black men purchased me every single night in the month of July. I kept count.
Ulysses and Fat Rob were two. I had sex with 10 of Fat Rob’s associates. For 30 days I had two men pay $500 for a few hours with me – 60 men in total. I counted eight days in July where a black man bought me for the entire night; bringing the count up to 80 black men I had sex with in the months of June and July.
It was like a movie montage playing in my head – night after night, man after man, fucking me.
“Ian who?” I joked, near the end of the month when I undressed for a sexy, older, black man from out of town. I was back at his hotel that night.
I loved their dark brown hands on my light skin. I loved how they grabbed my hips, holding me while I bounced up and down on their dicks. I loved the deep moan of pleasure they made when they finally, after hours, ejaculated on my face, or in my mouth, or in my pussy. I loved the rings they wore. I loved the smell of the cologne. I loved how clean they were, making me easily want to slobber, lick, slurp all over every inch of their cock, balls, taint, and even on occasion, a few assholes.
I loved how Fat Rob bought me birth control. I loved how he whipped out his cock for me each morning after I was given my share of money, telling me to “get that cum” every time. I loved how he or his associates would conduct business on the phone in one of the clubs, while I casually sucked their cocks. I loved how Fat Rob bought me even more sexy dresses.
Most of all, I loved how I thought of Ian less and less. Or tried to.
Chapter 8
August arrived, and with it, the end of my time under Fat Rob. I was still under him of course, but in a more literal sense. He was regularly on top of me, slamming away into my black cock obsessed pussy, whenever he felt like it.
Fernanda also arrived in August. I hadn’t seen the tall, exotic-looking, Latina since June.
I smiled to myself overhearing her in Fat Rob’s office. Damn, he was going to town on her – just like he had done to me so many times over the month of July.
Emerging from his office, flustered, tired, but satisfied, Fernanda smiled to me, motioning me to follow.
“Don’t spend that extra money in one spot!” She joked in her thick accent. I’m guessing she knew Fat Rob put me to work at his clubs during the past month. I wondered if all the interns experienced this too.
I followed her to an office setup for out of town and remote workers. We went over some paperwork. She explained to me what she did. Fernanda was fairly high up in the company, managing many different projects, photo-shoots, and events for the magazine. Like Devin, she seemed like a smart woman – I could even admit, sexy as well.
Finally back at the office, after a month having continuous sex with Fat Rob, his boys, and many of his clients, I found it nice to back doing legitimate intern work.
“Hey,” she cornered me after leaving the restroom, before heading home.
“Hi,” I said a little startled.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“I,I don’t know,” I smiled.
She leaned in, whispering in my ear, “I’m looking to have fun while I’m here this week. Come out with me and Devin.”
“Oh, uh, sure.”
Fernanda winked at me, kissed my cheek, causing me to blush and left after giving me her phone number and the address of a club to meet her and Devin at.
*****
I smiled getting out of my car, seeing a beautiful Adonis of a black man, standing outside waiting for me. I knew him.
“Ulysses!” I ran to his arms.
“Hi Gisele,” he smiled, lifting me up.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, happy to see the first black man I slept with.
“Devin dragged me out here with her and Fernanda,” he said.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sure you won’t mind hanging with a few nice white women, though, right?”
“Nah. My bro TJ is here,” he said.
“TJ?” I asked, wondering if it was the same one Jennifer, the photographer was sleeping with.
“Yeah, well half-brother, actually,” he answered.
“I see.”
I followed him into the club. There was a dance floor, bar, tables for eating. I noticed all the men were black. Was it a coincidence? I wasn’t sure.
My question was answered when I saw only white women, mixed with a few Latina’s – like Fernanda, in the crowd. It wasn’t a coincidence. I even saw a few Elite Magazine employees; including some of the various models I’d witnessed servicing black men during my first week there.
I then saw Fernanda and Devin, sitting in a booth, taking turns tongue kissing a bald, huge, black man. Ulysses cleared his throat.
“Oh hey,” Devin said, letting him slid in. Fernanda introduced me to TJ. I sat next to Ulysses.
The waiter took our order. I struggled to give mine, because I was distracted by Devin and Fernanda rubbing and squeezing a large bulge in TJ’s pants. This would be a wild night.
After some chit chat over dinner, the two older women flirting, grabbing, groping at the two black men at our table, Fernanda whispered to TJ.
A moment later I followed him through the crowded dance floor after he asked me to dance with him. Looking over my shoulder I saw Devin and Fernanda trading deep kisses with Ulysses at the table.
All around me people were lost in their own worlds. To my right, a white woman was grinding against a black man, his hand in her skirt, the other grabbing a breast. To my left a younger, short-haired brunette, who looked somewhat familiar, was dancing with a black man. I wondered if I knew her from school, I shrugged and turned my attention to the tall, muscular TJ in front of me.
He smelled so good. He looked so good. I wanted to slide his black dick deep inside me, feeling it all the way in, pulsing, pumping cum. I turned around, grinding my butt against his crotch. Yes, he was hard. I wanted him right there.
I scanned the room and saw the same short-haired, brunette, doing something that made me gasp. From what I could tell, through the crowds, the dancing people, she was on her knees. Then I saw a long, dark object; she was bobbing her head around. What kind of club was this?
Before I could think more on the matter, Fernanda startled me, appearing in front of me, grabbing my face, pulling it to hers. “We’re leaving soon. Take care of TJ first though. We’ll be with Ulysses in the car.”
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