Hannah Trent was groggy and her head was
pounding when she opened her eyes slowly, disoriented for a moment when she saw
the hotel wall. She rolled over, toward the light coming through the window,
squinting, waiting for the veil of sleep to lull her back into a comfortable
sleepy morning, but she the light was too bright to allow that. She stretched
and rolled onto her back and took a deep breath, the movement popping her bare
breasts from underneath the cream colored sheet.
On the nightstand beside the phone was a half
full glass of vodka, the Absolute bottle behind it with just a few inches of
liquor remaining. Hannah willed her body to get up, swinging her legs over the side
of the bed and pushing up, the dull ache in a half dozen spots reminding her of
her previous night. The inside of her thighs were sharper pains as she stood
up, padding to the bathroom and sitting down clumsily onto the commode, her
pussy raw and burning as she peed. She fumbled with the coffee maker, ran cold
water into the sink and splashed it on her face, rubbing the sleep from her
eyes and with damp hands running her hands through her hair, pulling it back
behind her ears. As she dried her face on the hand towel she looking in the
“Damn Hannah,” she said to herself, “You look
like you’ve been fucked all night.” The image in the mirror smiled back—
because that was exactly what had happened.
her employer and lover, knew that her husband Spence was out of town and had
planned an evening out. At his request she had worn a long black halter dress
that showed off both cleavage and side boob. It was becoming his favorite
dress. She looked around and saw it lying over the chair. She didn’t remember
removing it, but she did remember the young tall black man who had removed it.
She shuddered as the visions of him first moving between her legs with his long
thick cock bobbing up and down as he approached her pussy— and that delicious
feeling as he entered her for the first time. She closed her eyes for a second
and she could still feel his body moving between her legs.
Hannah stood at the mirror and glanced down
at the foyer table in the suite underneath it. There was a stack of $20.00
bills, and a note, “Call me and leave me a contact number.”
“Well he did it,” she said to herself,
recalling the first time that Andre had fucked her in his apartment after their
return from a Las Vegas trip. It was on this trip that Andre had seduced her,
and in the lust of the moment before the trip was over had also shared her with
two of his friends.
Andre had not let up on their return, fucking
her daily after their return, and the following weekend again sharing her with
his two friends, this time while Spence watched and photographed. Her husband
loved the emergence of her slut side. And she was ready and wanting more.
That first time they fucked after Vegas Andre
made her beg for it. He made her vocalize to him how much she liked black cock,
and then as Andre fucked her, when he felt her orgasm starting he began to tell
her, "I am going to use your pussy. I'm going share your wet pussy more
with LeBron and Kevin. I am going to share your pussy with other black men. I'm
going to watch two cocks fucking your cunt at the same time. I’m going to sell
your pussy to black men. You want me to don’t you? Tell me!”
In the heat of the moment her drunken
response had only been, “Promise?”
“I promise,” Andre had replied, “Promise to
try it all at least once?”
“Yes, at least once. I want to try it all,”
she’d said. After she sobered up she knew she could recant— but she knew she
didn’t want to. She was going to ride this black cock infatuation out and see
how far it went.
It had been in the bar last night where Andre
had started talking to the young black man, a lawyer, she learned later. He had
gone ahead into the bar while she had powdered her nose after dinner. As she entered
he had motioned her over, enjoying the devouring of her body that the young man
had approvingly done.
“This is Derek,” Andre had said, and the
three of them had moved to a table, had more drinks and ordered some finger
food. When Derek went to the restroom Andre turned to Hannah.
“Hannah my love it is time for the next step
in your journey,” he said.
Hannah’s sharp intake of breath indicated
that she knew it would have something to do with Derek, and that she was about
to be shared. Since her seduction in Las Vegas she had only been fucked by
LeBron and Kevin, Andre’s friends. Not that it had not been something she had
Hannah had her wife and mother life, but
since she had delved into her other life, the world in which she had become
Hannah the slut, she was willing to follow her guide Andre.
“Do you recall what I promised the first
afternoon we fucked after we got back from Vegas?”
“You said you would let LeBron and Kevin use
my pussy, and they did. In Vegas, and again the Friday after we got back— so
Spence could watch.”
“You said you would watch me be double fucked
in my pussy, and in my pussy and ass.”
“And it happened.” Hannah felt her pussy
getting damp as she recalled each of those things happening.
She paused. “Oh my God. You’re not…”
“What did I say?”
“You said you would sell my pussy.” Andre
reached inside his suit pocket and pulled out two $100 bills and showed them to
“Deposit. Yes, I did. I do what I say I will
do, you know that— and you also know that you’ve loved everything that has
happened so far, haven’t you?”
“You will enjoy this, trust me.”
“But I’ll be a…”
“Whore. Yes, you’ll be a whore. A black cock
fucking whore.” Hannah absorbed the words and the meaning. Derek was
approaching. “Just be sure you get $300 from him before you fuck him. That is
yours to keep.”
“Ready?” Derek questioned as he stepped
“She’s ready,” Andre said, “Aren’t you
Hannah paused and considered backing out, as
she knew deep down she could— but there was another sensation that was coursing
through her body too. She wanted to. She wanted to try it. She’d promised to
try. She reached out and took Derek’s hand, catching a whiff of his musky
“I’m ready,” she said, standing still holding
his hand turning toward the elevator.
Hannah had finished showering when the phone
“Well my girl, how was your evening?” It was
Andre’s deep voice.
“Exhausting. Exhilarating. Erotic.”
“A small step but a liberating one, don’t you
“I guess,” Hannah said, “although I can’t
believe I actually did that.”
“It is simply helping you step beyond your
reservations and inhibitions.” Andre said. “Six months ago you would have said
you’d never fuck a black man, wouldn’t you?”
of the pleasure that first time was not only the fucking— but in knowing that
you’ve stepped beyond those restrictive boundaries you set for yourself.”
Hannah thought about that for a second, and
answered, “Thinking about it that way you do have a point.”
“You feel free now don’t you? You can fuck
who you want, enjoy life’s pleasure on an all new level”.
“I didn’t know that fucking someone for money
was one of life’s pleasures,” she said.
“You knew you were going to do. Before I
every put my black cock in your wet cunt you knew it. The first time I put my
big black cock up inside that creamy white pussy of yours in Vegas. You knew
it. You wanted it.”.
“Did you tell Spence I had told you I would
sell your pussy to strangers?”
“Did he object?”
“Deep down you wanted to, didn’t you? You
wanted to see what it was like to be pimped out, to be a whore.”
“I’d thought about, yes.”
“Now you know.”
“I don’t think I’d want to do this
regularly,” she said.
“I never said you should. Only if the urge
strikes. Only when you want to be a whore again.” He paused, and commanded, “Say
it, Hannah, I want to hear the words.”
“I am a whore, Andre. I’m your whore.” Hannah
said, the nastiness of it rushing her pulse as she hear it. Andre said bye, and
she stood there looking at herself in the mirror again, smiling, and repeated,
“I am a whore.”