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Slut Noir... True Passion
Slut Noir... True Passion
He was about to find out just how much his little black slut wanted to please him.
She was waiting for him in a hotel room, with all the passion in her heart ready to flow out to him. Her hair was curly and wild but besides a shiny lipstick, she wore very little makeup. She was trembling with nervous excitement as she listened for the door. The tops of her breasts swelled with each anxious breath and her nipples pushed insistently against the fabric of her shirt.
As she sat on the edge of the bed, the tops of her stockings and a hint of her garter belt straps were visible just below the hem of her short skirt. Her knees were only slightly apart, but her lower legs were spread wider, creating an upside down "v". She wore heels, but with her feet turned inward and the gentle pout on her lips, she was a conflicting picture of whorish innocence.
It seemed like forever before she heard him opening the door. But when it happened, she looked down at her own lap, her heart pounding erratically. She heard the door close again and the lock softly click into place. She was overwhelmed by the fact that he was now in the room with her and the sound of his footsteps caused an ache to build inside her. Without even looking at him, her mouth and her cunt moistened, getting ready for him. Her eyes were still closed, but she could feel him standing right in front of her.
"After all this time, you're not even going to look at me?" he asked her, touching her chin gently.
It was the first time she had ever heard his voice and the low softness of it stoked her desire. She opened her eyes and finally looked up at him.
She had seen his picture, and she recognized his face, but in person there was something even more striking about him. It wasn't a physical quality exactly, but something about his presence pulled her in.
She immediately thought how much she wanted him to come inside her. The thought surprised her, not because it occurred (she had dreamt of it many times), but because she felt it so strongly. She not only wanted, but suddenly felt that she needed his cum anywhere he would give it to her, in her mouth, her cunt, on her face...
"Well?" he said, almost whispering.
She smiled, her eyes watering.
"You look so good," she said to him, barely able to hold back her other thoughts.
"And you're dressed like a true slut," he said, backing up a bit as his eyes took her in.
She wasn't sure if this pleased him, but then she saw a hint of a smile on his lips and a thrill rushed through her.
"Stand up and let me have a better look at you," he said.
She did as he told her.
"Did you come to the hotel dressed like that?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Good. I don't want you out alone walking around like that. It's for me only."
She nodded, her voice temporarily lost amongst her slutty thoughts.
"Turn around now."
She turned, excited to comply with his wishes. She was filled with a flurry of desires and impulses. Mostly, she wanted to kneel down and take out his cock. She wanted to slobber on his dick and move her lips up and down it. But she held still, waiting.
"The webcam doesn't do you justice," he whispered.
She meant to say thank you, but something else came out instead.
"I want you," she said, the words spilling out. "I want you to use me. I want to be your true fuck toy!"
"You'll probably get everything you want," he told her. "But you have to earn it a little first. Show me something more. Let me see what a slut you can be."
He went and sat down in the armchair next to the bed.
She eagerly stripped, leaving on only her stockings, garter belt and panties. She leaned back on the floor like a desperate whore, opening her legs and pulling up on her thong underwear so that it stretched thin and wedged into her slit. Her cunt lips seemed to devour the material, drooling on it hungrily. She moved her hips in circles and closed her eyes, letting out low moans that were deep but unmistakably feminine and full of pent up lust.
"You are fucking beautiful!" he said.
His voice sounded closer, as if he was leaning forward.
She opened her eyes and stared right at him as she peeled off her panties. With both hands, she opened up the dark folds of her pussy to expose the pink inside. He leaned even closer, drawing in his breath. She clenched her muscles repeatedly, so that he could see her little cunt hole opening and closing like it would on his dick.
"Please fuck me," she mewled.
But he only smiled faintly and didn't move, not even to touch her.
"Keep working," he whispered.
There was strong energy coming off him, something smoldering beneath the surface. It made her hotter. She kept her pussy open with the fingers of one hand and with the other, she began to fuck herself, her finger sliding inside her cunt and coming out wet and shiny.
He groaned, the sound muted through his clenched teeth. She put her wet finger on her tongue and began to slide it in and out of her mouth. He finally reached forward and touched her pussy. He moved his thumb lightly over her clit and she cried out softly. Their eyes locked in a stare. He slid two fingers inside her cunt and moved them in and out, matching the rhythm she was keeping with her finger as she slid it back and forth in her mouth. She was hot and wet and so ready for him.
"You are such a good slut," he told her, slowly taking his fingers out of her. He held them out to her and she sat up and took them into her mouth, greedily licking them clean.
"You have definitely earned a reward," he said.
She smiled, her breath quickening.
"Take off my shoes first," he told her.
He leaned back in the chair. As she eased the shoes from his feet, she couldn't keep her eyes off the bulge in his pants.
"Pay attention to your chore," he whispered, smiling at her.
She didn't know why she blushed, but she smiled too as she finished taking off his shoes.
"Can I unwrap my present now?" she asked sweetly.
He laughed, the smile lingering as he stared down at her.
"Yes," he said.
She began to unbuckle his belt, her hands shaking with anticipation. She unzipped his pants and struggled to free his cock. He lifted his hips slightly off the chair and she grabbed both his pants and his underwear at the same time, swooping them down to the floor. He pulled his shirt off over his head.
By this time, she could hardly wait to suck him. But he stalled her, saying he wanted to lie on the bed. She felt like a bratty child on the verge of a temper tantrum, but she held it in, watching him as he stretched out on the mattress.
She unhooked her garter belt and pushed her stockings down her legs, dropping the last of her garments on to the floor. Now completely naked, she climbed on the bed, standing up on it, with her feet on either side of him. She bent her knees and leaned over his cock, her hands pressing on her lower thighs. With her tongue, she pushed saliva out of her mouth and watched it slowly fall onto his hard, white cock, like glaze being drizzled on a sweet dessert. She reached down with one hand and began to stroke his dick, now wet with her spit and love. He started to breath heavily, groaning in response.
"You are such a whore," he told her, breathlessly. "Now get your pretty black ass down here and suck it."
She dropped down onto her knees beside him and took his beautiful cock into her mouth. He swept her hair back.
"I want to see my slut enjoy her reward."
She felt a wave of delight as she ravenously swirled her tongue over the head of his dick. She gripped his cock with one hand and then bobbed her head over the exposed flesh, enveloping it in her mouth again and again, her saliva running over her fingers.
"Oh, that feels good, sweetheart," he said, his voice thick with pleasure.
She moved her mouth up to the head of his cock and sucked hard. Then she formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger and pushed it down with her lips, like sliding a ring onto his dick. She gripped hard at the base, and pulled away to watch his cock swell. Her pussy creamed even more at the beautiful sight and when she took his dick in her mouth again she thought she would come. He made a sound as if he might come too, and he gripped his fingers in her hair.
"Stop," he whispered.
She looked into his eyes and he pulled her up to him, embracing her. It was their first hug, and it felt so perfect that every inch of her body seemed to melt.
"Am I pleasing you so far?" she asked hopefully.
"Oh yes, very much," he told her. "But I think it's time for me to test my little black cocksucker."
He got up from the bed, his dick jutting out like a beautiful weapon. Nervousness tingled in her stomach and her heart raced. He patted the mattress.
"Lie here on your back and hang your head off the side of the bed."
She crawled over like an obedient pet and stretched out as he instructed.
"Open your mouth," he said and when she did, he slowly slid his cock all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged, her body writhing. He pulled out.
"You did tell me, more than once, that it's all about my pleasure, didn't you? Well, right now it pleases me to fuck you down your throat."
He pushed into the back of her mouth again, the swollen head of his cock jamming in her gullet. She choked and gagged, bucking her body, but he grabbed her hair and pressed even deeper. Her hands automatically went up to push against him and he finally pulled out, leaving her gasping.
It had only been a few seconds that he'd held her like that, but it altered her, brought her to some new level with him. Her pussy gushed with fluid. She felt terrified but also just on the brink of an orgasm. He played with her tits as he slowly fucked her face, alternating shallow and deep thrusts. She moaned and gurgled, frightened but delighted to have him use her this way.
His hands went down her body to her cunt.
"You love this," he whispered, almost sounding surprised. "You're so wet!"
She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth. In her mind she was screaming for him to come, the thought of it almost working her into a frenzy. He began to thrust faster, his balls slapping against her face. Fear and need and desperation swept over her.
Just when she felt that he would rip her throat open, she suddenly felt his cum squirt out into her mouth. It was hot and strong and better than she could have ever imagined. He pulled out, jerking his cock as he shot the rest onto her face. She loved the sounds he made as he came and the way he shook every last drop onto her lips.
She turned over and grabbed his dick, sucking on it and pushing her tongue lightly into the small opening, enjoying the taste of him. He looked down at her, his breath quick and deep, his eyes lustful. She could feel his cum on her face, dripping down onto the bed. She gave him a slutty smile, only imagining what she must look like.
"Don't get the idea that I'm done with you yet, fuck toy," he said breathlessly, smiling back at her.
He sat down in the chair again, his body glimmering with sweat.
She wiped her face with her hands and licked his cum from her palms. She liked the way he squinted, staring at her intently, a slight smile on his face.
"You really are my cum slut," he said.
She nodded and walked over to him. It felt natural for her to kneel in front of him, laying her head in his lap. She felt the way she imagined her cat felt when he curled up on her and purred. A contented sleepiness came over her and before long, she dozed off. She wasn't sure if it was a minute or an hour before he gently woke her.
"I'm sorry," she said, upset that she'd wasted even a moment of their short time together.
"It's okay. I fell asleep too," he told her. "But let's take a shower now."
She followed him into the bathroom where he turned on the shower and they got inside, embracing each other under the warm water. She unwrapped the small bar of soap and began to wash him, lathering his whole body. She enjoyed the feeling of his cock hardening as her soapy fingers stroked it. He began to wash her too, his hands sliding over her breasts and down to her ass. They washed every part of each other, until the skin on their fingers began to wrinkle and they stepped back out onto cold tiles of the bathroom floor. They dried each other carelessly.
He had a look in his eye that she could not decipher. He led her back into the room.
"I want you to get on the bed, on your hands and knees like the bitch that you are," he told her.
She couldn't believe how quickly her body responded to his voice, how quickly she began to get wet again. She crawled on top of the bed positioning herself on all fours. She heard him walk over to her and then she felt his warm fingers exploring her pussy.
"Open your legs some more," he said, lightly slapping her on her ass.
She pushed her knees further apart. There was something both humiliating and exciting about being in this position. She let out a small moan, the muscles of her cunt suddenly contracting. She could feel him opening her up, and then she felt his wet tongue sliding over her cunt. She drew in a quick breath, startled by the sensation.
"Move up a little. I'm going to get underneath you and I want you to lower that pretty black pussy right onto my face." he told her. His voice was husky and full of emotion.
She scooted forward and then she felt his head between her thighs. She sat up half way, her hands pressing into the bed in front of her and she lowered down, her cunt almost touching his face. He put his hands on her ass and began to lick her, rolling his tongue along her slit. She whimpered and moaned loudly, her breath repeatedly catching up inside her. She began to rock her hips, lightly sliding her cunt over his tongue, wetting it with her juices. It was more than she could take.
She crawled backwards, until she was face to face with him and she took his bottom lip into her mouth and sucked on it. They kissed passionately but he suddenly flipped her over so that he was on top of her and he stared hard into her eyes.
"Why are you holding back from me, slut?"
She shook her head.
"I don't mean to."
"Open your legs," he told her, his voice threatening.
He slid down her body and began to hungrily eat her pussy. She screamed out, grabbing at the covers on the bed. The sensation was so intense that she felt out of control and she had to stop herself from pushing him away. He licked and sucked her relentlessly, causing waves of painful pleasure to roll over her. She arched her body upwards, an orgasm bursting inside her. Her thighs clenched his head as she rode it out, gushing onto his face. Then she collapsed, her body falling limp, her cunt tingling.
He licked his way up her body, until they were eye to eye. She put her hands on his cheeks and licked her fluids from his face lovingly.
"Don't you ever hold back from me again," he whispered. "Or I'll have to put my belt across your ass."
Those words ignited something inside her and she suddenly felt a desperate desire for him to fuck her. She wanted him to use her again for his pleasure, as if it was all she was made for. She moved against him suggestively and he pressed against her, his cock hardening between their bodies.
He sat up, holding his dick out to her. She scooted closer and kissed it, making it wet with her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and turned her head so that when he pushed inside, his dick poked the inside of her cheek. He touched her face where the skin bulged and massaged the head of his cock through the outside. A low moan came from his throat and his breath grew deeper.
He pulled away and moved over her again, his energy almost seeming violent. He pressed her knees up to her chest, and put his hard cock against her cunt hole.
"Now we'll see what a good fuck toy you can be. I'm going to slam into you any way I want. I'm going to fuck you whatever way feels good on my cock. And you're going to take it. Aren't you, bitch?"
"Yes," she said softly, her whole heart behind the word.
"And maybe when I'm done using your cunt, I'll shove my dick up your ass," he said.
She blinked and drew in a sharp breath. He interpreted her expression.
"Are you denying me something, slut?"
"It might hurt me."
He pressed the head of his cock into her cunt, but didn't go further.
"And why should I care if it hurts you, if it feels good to me?" he asked her breathlessly.
She started breathing so heavily it made her dizzy. The words he was saying and his cock at her cunt made her love him.
"You shouldn't care," she whispered. "You shouldn't."
"Of course I shouldn't, slut," he said and he pushed the full length of his dick inside her.
She cried out as her whole body seemed to sink into intoxication. She had wanted his cock inside her for so long that it was hard to keep her emotions from spilling over as he thrust in and out of her.
She loved how he used her, moving her in different positions, finding all the angles that felt the best to him. He fucked her without mercy, once pushing the top of her body off of the bed and slamming into her as she lay upside down, her shoulders digging into the rug. Afterwards, he pulled her up and made her squat on top of him. She rode his cock like that, her hands on his chest, until her legs ached and she collapsed her body against him.
He rolled her over, positioning her face down on the bed. She opened her legs and lifted her ass just slightly so that he could slide inside her again. He pressed her flat against the mattress as he slid deep into her cunt, and she squeezed her legs and all her muscles together to give him a very tight fuck.
She could tell how much he loved it by his breathing, and she began to move with him, pleasure rushing over her again and again. He thrust hard inside her, his whole body rocking against her back.
She felt that he was just about to come a second before he actually did and she squeezed tight. He pounded his fist into the bed beside her and shot his load deep in her cunt, grunting with every spurt. She kept moving, milking his cock with her pussy as she broke out in tears. She was no longer able to hold in her feelings. He collapsed beside her and immediately pulled her close as he caught his breath.
"Shhh," he soothed gently. "What are all these tears about?
"I'm happy," she said. "I'm just so happy."
She felt on the verge of telling him that she loved him, but she was afraid he would misunderstand what she meant.
"I'm happy too," he said, his breathing still heavy. "I think you deserve to know how much you've pleased me. I think you need to hear it."
"I really do!"
"Slut, you made my cock feel so good," he whispered through deep breaths. "But not only that. You gave me pleasure in my heart, as well.
The words were almost too much for her. They meant everything. She pressed her body against him, feeling more alive than she had in years.
This was more than a slut could ask for.
Later, as he was leaving he pulled her close and spoke into her ear.
"I had mercy on you this time," he said. "But next time we meet I'm going to fuck you right up your ass. So be prepared."
He kissed her passionately and left her, his words lingering, riling the butterflies in her stomach. The idea scared her. Still, she knew she would let him do it, even if it hurt. She wanted to do all the things that gave him pleasure. That's how it was with true slut passion. That was what true slut love was all about.