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The Dark Side

Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, Author: afroerotik, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

was to be round two with only a few minutes of recovery time after his first nut. David looked at the pairing like a scene out of a science fiction movie. His brain was misfiring. Had he heard him correctly? Did he say WE? There’s no way he could have meant his wife Rebecca so who the hell was he referring to? Rebecca was . . . well, she wasn’t the sort of white woman that “fucked Black”. Dave stumbled to his car, disoriented. He couldn’t wait to get home. He was so turned on, so confused, so out of control he whipped out his cock and started jerking off in his car, in the parking lot, not giving a fuck if anyone saw him or not. Recalling how he was used, abused, the sheer humiliation of it all was such a fucking turn on. Fuck! He was stroking his cock furiously. He wanted more. He lived for that sort of treatment. He came on his shirt and needed to clean up with a stash of napkins from various fast food joints he had accumulated. As he opened the glove compartment, the flyer from The Dark Side fell out. He must have put it in there weeks ago. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number on the glossy cardstock immediately. “Hello? Yes, I uhmmmm, I would like to well, make an appointment.” A soft, sexy voice on the other end of the phone greeted him and asked if this was his first appointment. He nodded, forgetting for a moment that she couldn’t see him, the words stuck in his throat. Experienced with callers who were uncomfortable, the voice at the other end of the ... call asked if he had a preference for who he wanted to see. “Oh, yeah. Mistress Desiree’ . . . Desire . . . whatever the fuck her name is.” He caught himself. He knew when he was being an asshole, he was just so used to doing it he never felt a need to control it. He knew this was the time for a little bit of decorum. “Sorry, yes, Mistress Desire,” he said a teeny bit more meekly this time. “I’m terribly sorry, she’s booked for the next six months. Would you like to set up an appointment for someone else sooner or would you rather wait for her specifically?” “No, no, no! She told me today that she would fit me in on the 16th. She told me that she wanted to . . .” He cleared his throat. He couldn’t say the words. He was frustrated. He couldn’t wait six months. He was entitled and privileged. Everything was a blur of confusion in that moment. His thoughts were coming in fits and spurts. The young lady on the phone spoke calmly. She explained that she would talk to Mistress Desire when she was finished her session and get back to him in the morning. She asked lots of questions about what he liked, what he wanted, his boundaries and hard limits and things like that, all clearly formed so he could give a simple affirmative or negative response. She explained all sorts of rules, most of whom he didn’t listen to because he was stroking his little cock again. He couldn’t cum again if you paid him but he was still so horny that he was going to pull it until it was raw. He heard something ...