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Part 47: Dirty Little Secret
"That's it, that's if you filthy degraded white whore. Take my huge black cock, take it. I'll breed you like the breeding meat you are you slut".
There I was, two days into the winter term. At the hotel I'd been brought too before, in my tight, shiny rubber trousers, shiny rubber gloves that clung to my skin and came above my elbow. A black silk shirt ripped from my body flung across the floor and yes, Mr Anjou buried inside my ass. I stared into a long mirror, his teeth exposed and hissing with anger and aggression as his violent pounding crashed into my prostate causing me to squeal like a helpless slut. "Yes Sir, Yes Sir. I fucking love being fucked by you Sir" I let out my head and body sweaty.
I'd `enjoyed' another dinner with him in the restaurant. He, as ever, immaculately dressed in a expensive suit. Me, dressed like a slut. To make matters better or worse depending on your view we'd been joined by three other suited middle aged men. I'd followed my clear instructions to be playfully flirty. I'd also been set up slightly. This time I got no wine. Just martini after martini, the waiting staff clearly under instructions to ensure that as soon as I finished one another did. Now this was the type of restaurant where that type of instruction from a man like Mr Anjou was followed to the letter. In fact one, cute, young guy kept his eye on my glass constantly. As soon as I reached a certain point he dashed off to get me a new drink. I'm told other customers had their orders delayed in order that mine took precedence.
I'd played with a green salad, slightly stumbled out of the restaurant and now was being rutted.
"You're a nasty, filthy, flirtatious whore aren't you? Landed me some serious business today didn't you you stupid slut. Now take my seed you dumb bimbo. Let me breed you". There followed a roar only he could do. Sheer man, sheer aggression and power. Total dominance.
As he pushed me off I stumbled forward slightly, the pop of my ass causing me to yelp out loudly. I turned seeing him still hard, dripping the combination of lube and cum. I started to make the movement down to blow him but his face changed "stop, it's ok Sam".
Mr Anjou rarely referred to me by my given name, preferring a whole host of other more degrading ones. He slumped into a white leather sofa, it contrasting incredibly against his dark skin. "Come and sit Sam". He said in a voice that was neither his aggressive nor his `very nice' one. Rather a tone that almost included sympathy or concern.
I landed on the sofa, my ass sore, my face and mouth tasting of cock. I smeared my face and looked at him.
"You're quite something you know that? Most lads like you can't handle the pace. They do this once but then struggle to do it again. You clearly have something different within you" Mr Anjou said, stroking the inside of my right thigh.
"Well, I'd like to give you an answer Mr Anjou; however, I'm really not sure why. Maybe I enjoy playing the part, being it, embracing it". My voice was slightly panting.
"It's clearly a part you were born to play. You embrace it with such passion and vigour. Every aspect of it you push to such extremes". He said now stroking my hair, my red curls which had grown out a bit now. "I'd like to show you how much I appreciate it." He said giving little indication what was to follow.
Now my pleasure, my orgasm wasn't anything anybody really cared for. Yes some of the women I'd slept with were hungry for it but men really were not, why would they be?
"Stand up Sam" came Mr Anjou's line. I stood, unsure what he was planning but then he slipped off the sofa, to his knees and pulled the zipper on my rubber trousers all the way around until it exposed my cock.
Now guys, I'm a slut, I get that. But I love my cock sooooo much. I'd blow the veiny monster given a chance. Mr Anjou saw it fly up, carefully retracted the tight foreskin and then mouth wide open dived on. Fuck, oh my god, oh my did I make some noise. So much noise. It felt so incredible as he worked me, slurping, smearing, smiling, winking.
I was trying to keep control, trying to hold back, but could I? Not a chance "I'm going to cum" came my standard cry. Slightly trying to retract myself. All with no chance as Mr Anjou milked my cock down his throat. By the time I'd finished I was panting loud, long, my eyes wide open. He stood gulping me back.
"You love that didn't you?" I nodded like wild. "Well that's good. But no one knows, it's our dirty little secret".
Mr Anjou stood and walked to the bedroom and dressed returning soon after. "The room is yours until the morning. I've ordered you breakfast at 8am, there's fresh clothes in the closet and a car will take you back to your halls at 9.30am. See you soon"
Mr Anjou left, I reached around, slipped two fingers up my ass and tasted him. `Fuck, I loved being the bimbo whore.'
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