The Pick Up

Even though I was nervous I entered the adult book store with one goal in mind. A task set by my Master. I had no idea if I would be able to pull it off or not but if so, it would prove to be extremely interesting.I can hardly believe he wanted me to do this.

I browsed shelf after shelf always keeping an eye out for my intended target. In the past I'd flirted with men before but never quite to this extent. I feigned interest in the movies as I moved along.

My long skirt flowing about my ankles with nothing on underneath. That alone heightened the experience. I wore a simple peasant blouse again with nothing on underneath. I hated the trappings of a bra and panties and went without them every chance I got.

Several couples browsed the shelves of books, movies, and toys but still nothing caught my eye. I couldn't believe how many men actually visited one of these establishments. What intrigued me were the movie stalls, which lined one wall. There were a total of six doors with a bench seat, a TV movie screen, trash can and a box of tissues in each one.

Already I had been there three hours and there wasn't a prospect in sight. I was starting to lose hope. The men that came and went didn't appeal to me sexually or otherwise and the majority of them were white. I had no desire to screw a white man. If I wanted that I could always have Master. No, tonight's special playmate was to be a fine dark chocolate appetizer.

In all of my years of having sex never once had I crossed the border and delved into a night of hot meaningless sex with a black man. I had always heard stories from other girlfriends stating that there was nothing like screwing a black man. They also reported that a black man was more endowed than any other race of males, which I highly doubted but none the less I wanted to finally experience this taboo for myself.

The fantasies were no longer enough. All they accomplished to do was to make me want more. There were very few black men in the town where Master and I lived. There were still some parts of the deep South that had little tolerance for any other race but white like themselves.

I let go of a deep sigh. My interest waning. Close by another female examined the assortment of vibrators. It had also been quite some time since I had played with another woman. It seemed as if all of my urges were catching up with me in one night. I watched the way her weight shifted from one foot to the other. Her breast was large and barely contained by the tank top she wore. I found myself inching closer to her just to smell her perfume and get another look at those beautiful breasts.

She must have caught me staring for she turned at just that moment and crooked her finger at me motioning me to come closer. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Do you like what you see honey?"

"Yes."

"Good here is my number call me," she whispered leaning in close towards me. She cradled my cheek in her soft palm and kissed me so tenderly that it left me breathless and wanting more of the same.

"Mmm..."

"Call me."

Before I had a chance to say anything else she was gone. I needed some fresh air. I turned around and there he was strolling into the place.

He stood at least six feet tall, broad shouldered, mustache. He was casually dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt with black cowboy boots. Jeans so tight that it left nothing to a woman's imagination. For a brief moment our eyes met. I slowly let my tongue slide across my full bottom lip before smiling at him. He returned the smile.

I continued to watch to see if a woman would join him but none did. I went back to browsing the aisle making sure to stay within his eyesight.

I stopped before several movies showing interracial couples getting it on. One of the doors across the way opened as another customer left the booth leaving the door wide open as the porn show continued. There was no takers for the empty stall.

My heart started to beat a bit faster as he came closer pretending to be interested in the same tapes.

"Do you see anything that interest you or maybe that you could recommend?"

The deep timber of his voice making me grow weak in the knees. I reached out grabbing the stand for support leaning slightly forward making sure to give him a gracious view of my breast. My nipples already at peak attention making the rings quite visible to anyone interested enough.

"Yes actually, quite a bit," I spoke looking him over from head to toe as my tongue once more darted across my lips. Even my toes curled at the sight of this man.

He smiled moving closer to me. So close that I could feel his body heat as well as my own. He smelled of Old English cologne. I inhaled the scent of him enjoying the way it played with my senses.

"Well, have you ever had the pleasure of making love with a black man before?"

Straight to the point isn't he? I like that.

"No why do you ask?"

"I just thought since these seemed to interest you so. Personally I preferred vanilla pudding."

I let my hand trail from my throat down the front of my cleavage letting it come to a stop just above my pussy before letting it drop completely. Silently he followed my every move. I was beginning to feel slightly empowered by the fact that he was interested.

"No I haven't, I'm afraid I'm still a virgin in that arena."

"Well maybe we can do something about that?" he said moving directly in back of me grabbing hold of my hips and leaning into me.

I felt my cheeks grow warm with embarrassment but when I realized no one was paying us any heed instinctively I rubbed my ass against him showing my eagerness. His hands moved from my hips to my plump cheeks rubbing them generously as he gathered my skirt in his hands.

"Hmm..."

I moved away from him and went across to the empty booth turning so that only he could see what I was about to do next. I slowly lifted my skirt up revealing my shaven pussy to him. I pulled the lips apart revealing the dark inner pink sanctuary I was offering for his pleasure. Within seconds he had joined me in the booth shutting the door. My breathing was labored as his hands sought out my pussy probing, sinking into my wetness. He placed his sticky fingers to my lips commanding me silently to lick them clean. I devoured them hungrily.

He growled low in his throat pressing me further into the back wall. His eyes wild with lust.

"Spread your legs," he ordered not giving me an opportunity to deny him.

"Yes Sir."

I felt the palm of his hand hold my cunt before one of his fingers slid into me making me moan with pleasure. I threw my hips forward wanting more of this strangers touch. My body was on fire. I grabbed his shoulders for support letting strands of my hair fall forward hiding my gaze from his view.

"Oh yes that feels so good."

"Does it now? Stand up on the bench and keep your skirt lifted while you spread those pretty little thighs of yours," came another dictate.

My mind went wild at the implication of his words. Not only was this man fulfilling a long standing fantasy of mine but he was also doing the one thing that drove me crazy beyond anything else.

"Yes... Sir," I barely managed to get out as I obeyed. Mesmerized I watched him set down and lean his head back with his tongue out. I felt the pressure of his grasp back upon my hips as he helped me to lower myself unto his tongue. Furiously he licked, nibbled and bit at the tender chunks of my flesh making me absolutely helpless to do anything other than comply with his every wish.

I couldn't help but wiggle my ass back and forth letting his tongue play me like a fine tuned instrument. My soft moans filled every corner of the booth.

At last he came up for air. He looked up at me and demanded I get down. His own breathing was shallow. He tugged at his groin the bulge in his jeans quite obvious.

"Keep the skirt raised is that understood? You like being controlled don't you my white little bitch in heat?"

I could say nothing to discount the claim so instead gave a curt nod of agreement. He patted the bench beside him indicating that I should kneel and lean over his lap.

"Unzip my jeans and remove my hard cock for you slut."

"Yes Sir, with pleasure."

"You like me calling you dirty names don't you?"

"The dirtier the better Sir."

"That is such a turn on."

I went to work removing his cock from the confines of his jeans. I stared in wonder at the size of him, he wasn't huge but he was by no means small either. Reverently, I placed my lips to the head of his dick and kissed it lovingly before taking and rubbing each side of my face against his hard on.

"That's it worship my cock. Suck me whore."

I let go of a small whimper as his finger delved into the tightness of my ass, fucking it the same as if he was fucking me with his cock. By this time I was drenched in my own juices, my hips moved against the finger fucking trying to get him to go deeper. I took him almost swallowing him whole in the wet recesses of my mouth.

"Hmm... yes that's it, bitch, take all of me," he moaned increasing the intensity of his finger fucking. The pain ripping through my tender ass was brutal but even so I wanted more.

Suddenly, the finger was gone from my ass and he was shoving me off the bench and making me straddle him. He sank into the warmth of my pussy and bucked like a wild bronco. His hands squeezed my breast painfully making me shudder against him. With one last thrust he busted a nut inside of me filling me to the brim. He cuddled me against him softly kissing my neck.

"That was fun I never expected something like this when I came here tonight," he confessed.

"Yes that was rather nice, thank you Sir."

For the first time his glance caught sight of my wedding ring. He grabbed my hand and twisted my band. The look on his face full of questions yet he never opened his mouth. Still I wished to put him at ease.

"Yes Sir, I'm married and yes my husband knows all of about tonight. As a matter of fact my Master is the one who sent me here."

"I see."

But I knew he didn't see at all. I could feel his cock growing hard once more probing at my backdoor. I rolled my hips a bit to show my compliance and interest in still more sex with him. He raised me slightly off of him rubbing the head of his dick against my sopping cunt just enough to enable him entrance.

"Oh."

"Shoo, it's alright take a deep breath and relax."

"That's easy for you to say."

Suddenly I felt his hand tighten about my throat as his other arm encircled my waist making any means of escape impossible.

"I won't put up with teasing bitch!" he spat against my ear and drove his cock further into the tightness of my ass not caring if he hurt me or not. The pain over rode my mind making me dizzy. I hung to the edge of that cliff but felt myself responding to the semi forced sex with an intensity that scared me.

It seemed like only a matter of seconds before he was filling me again. I felt small tendrils of his cum seeping out my crack. My eyes burned from the loss of restricted air flow. I sucked in huge gulps of air upon release. I straightened myself up making sure that once more my clothing concealed everything. A bit shaken from the aftermath of our shared passion. I left him with a smile.

I had accomplished the task my Master had set out before me. I'd finally had my cherry broke a second time. I was no longer a virgin to the dark pleasures of the night. I left without a backward glance, climbed in my car and headed home to Master who was waiting up for a full report.

I walked through the door and he smiled pointing to a spot at his feet. Quickly, I made my way to him and knelt happy and content. I laid my head upon his leg sighing. I was never so happy to be home. I was back where I belonged.

"Present yourself," he commanded.

I scooted away from the couch and remained kneeling although I opened my legs fully and raised my hips making sure that my skirt remained out of the way. I laid my forehead to my crossed wrist and awaited his enjoyment. I was his pleasure slave trained in the ways of old.

"Did you complete your task girl?" he asked walking fully around me. His eyes noticing every little detail of my disheveled appearance. The strong scent of sex and being used by another male clung heavily to me.

"Yes Master," I whispered shivering under the intense scrutiny of his gaze. I could feel myself become eager for yet more sexual gratification.

He came to a halt behind me and knelt letting his hands lightly rub my ass before his other hand slid between my legs. His finger playing in and out between my well used swollen pussy lips. He inserted two of his fingers probing and when he pulled them out they were laden with heavy semen. The tops of my thighs were coated with dried cum.

"I see you have indeed been well used tonight, good girl."

"Thank you Master, this girl is glad she is found pleasing."

Once again this sex slave was brought to the heights of undeniable pleasure all for the sake of love.