Meeting her Mistress

Chapter 1

Prelude

As the months, then years came and went since my youngest daughter left us to go live with my ex-Master in England, the rest of us continued on with life. I worried about my daughter in England, my mom came down with Parkinson’s Disease, and my dad Alzheimer. Working full-time and trying to take care of two aging parents was becoming all-encompassing. I found myself longing for the old days when i was married with a career. My dad was forgetting who he was or where he was at...and even worse, who WE were. My job at the law firm as a lead secretary was in danger after taking many days off and coming in late or leaving early to take my parents to doctors appointments. They were very understanding and compassionate, but my work was failing horrendously. I had to make a decision, but my company made it for me. They called it ‘downsizing’ so to make it look like i wasn’t fired. Yet, i was the only one let go in this ‘downsizing’. That’s ok, i thought, it’ll give me more time with my mom and dad and keep a watchful eye on them. I felt it was my ‘duty’ to care for my parents as they grew older. A sort of ‘pay back’ for them raising me and everything else they’ve done for me and mine. It was a bit of a stress in the beginning, but moving to their house on the beach helped compensate some of the pain.

My oldest daughter, Nikki, was awarded a scholarship grant at a medical school in England, which we were thrilled about. Nikki was so excited, as she’s never been there before. She used to listen so intently when i described my adventures there when i was first married. She always would pester me to tell her more. And i did tell her more. Just not everything. I was excited to be going back to England and accompany Nikki and help get her settled in.

I was thankful that my sister and her unemployed husband would be able to watch and take care of mom and dad. i had no illusions that i would ever see Rachel again as she broke off all contact. I was excited when we finally arrived at Jacksonville International Airport and on our way. i clutched Nikki’s hand hard until we were up and over the ocean.

While in the air, Nikki began asking more questions about my time in England when i was younger. She wondered why i had spent 3 years there on my own shortly after i was married to her dad. i told her my job had sent me there and my husband had his well paying job here in the states and we thought it best if i went on my own. This was long before computers and internet and even cell phones so we didn’t talk as much as we could now days. i felt the urge to confide in her...something i hadn’t told anyone. i reflected back to several years ago and wondered how my youngest daughter knew these things about me. i’d not told a soul, not my parents or husband at the time. i was angry with her at the time so i didn’t even consider how she had found out.  i looked around the plane and most people were sleeping. After ordering my third drink, i began to loosen up....so i began to tell her.

Nikki hunni, my face flushed with embarrassment as i confessed, when i first came to England i knew nobody. i was young and newly married, thriving with my career and quickly moving up the corporate ladder. But i was lonely and all alone in England. i went out to eat every evening by myself. i would often stay late at work just because i dreaded coming home alone. By the time i left at night, the only people at the office was the janitor and his son. After a few months of being alone, the janitor’s son and i became pretty good friends. One night it was just him as his father was sick and he had to do the work himself, which i thought admirable as he was only 16 years old. After he was finished with his work, i offered to give him a ride home. He always rode his bike to work and would throw his bike in the back of his father’s truck. It had started raining later that night and i couldn’t let him ride home in the rain and dark. He put his bike in the trunk of my car and we started off. My house was on the way to his house and knowing he hadn’t eaten anything yet and was getting close to 10 pm, i offered to fix him a bite to eat before heading home. He accepted my offer. While making dinner for him, i had a couple glasses of wine. We laughed and had a good time and i began looking at him closer. He was a muscular, well groomed nice young man. i felt twinges in places i shouldn’t have...being a married woman. After dinner as we sat on the sofa, he moved his hand onto my thigh. i knew then i should have moved his hand away, but it had been such a long time since anyone touched me much less paid any attention to me. He was always complimenting me on my attire, my eyes, my hair, my smile. He made me feel good.

Well one thing led to another, and we had passionate sex that night. He called his parents and told them he was staying at a friends house and would be home in the morning. Being a friday night and no school the next day, it wasn’t a problem. He ravished me all night long and i couldn’t get enough of his 10 inch black cock. i knew i was doing wrong Nikki, but i just couldn’t help myself...i couldn’t stop myself. i wanted him to take me, i wanted his cock inside me. We continued our affair for couple of months until i became pregnant. i certainly couldn’t tell your father. So i kept it a secret. i eventually had the baby and reluctantly gave her up for adoption. It killed me to do that, but i felt i had no choice given the situation.

i continued to see him almost every night at work but were able to keep our distance knowing the legal problems it most certainly would cause. After i had the baby and got back to my original weight, we began again. He was now 17 and even more gorgeous than before. i was still lonely and now scared too. i had come to crave his cock. He began inviting his friends over to my house where he was now a regular visitor on weekends. i became a slut for him and his friends, also all black. i was kept naked at my own house all weekend long and served him and his friends any way i could. His friends were all his age or  younger and that scared the shit out of me, but i couldn’t control my lust for their cocks. i was hooked. Then i became pregnant again, and had another baby girl, black, and gave her up for adoption too. i knew something had to change so i begged for a transfer back to the states. It was then and only then did i stop being his and his friends whore.

My confession left Nikki in a state of shock and horror. It left me going to the bathroom in the plane and fingering myself to a shaking orgasm. Thinking back about those times left me hungering for black cock again. By the time i got back to my seat, Nikki had stopped crying. i consoled her some more until we arrived in England.

We settled into a hotel, grabbed a bite to eat, then headed to see the University Nikki would be attending. We looked around the Unni for awhile then headed back to the hotel for the evening. I called my friend Carly, who lived not to far from the Unni and where Nikki would be staying while attending school. I informed her we would come the following day after we had a good nights sleep.

The following day, we checked out of the hotel and drove out to Carly’s. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when we arrived there. She had told me it was a 6 bedroom house, but apparently THAT wasn’t the main house. After we passed thru the gates entering the property, it was another 15 minutes just to get to the house. To call it a mansion makes it sound so small in comparison. The house had 15 bedrooms, not to mention a theater, game room, library, 2 dens, an office (hers), a dining room and a huge kitchen, plus laundry room and a cellar. It also had an indoor pool and an outdoor pool. It was the most glorious place i’ve ever seen. Outside in front of the house were several dozen trees, bushes, flowers and a couple acres of lawn. At night, the lights lit up the entire front area with lights in the trees. I felt like i was Alice in Wonderland. I knew then that Nikki would be just fine.

I introduced Carly to Nikki and we were shown around the place. The bedrooms alone were bigger than regular apartments in the states. Nikki and i both got lost several times in the house during our stay. We laughed about it over wine at dinner. I stayed 2 more days then had to head back to the United States. Of course i was sad to leave but happy that Nikki would be staying with Carly. I knew Nikki was happy to be staying there and Nikki and Carly hit it off right away. Carly sent me off to the airport in a limousine and off i went on the plane alone for a long flight back to California.

Meeting her Mistress

Chapter 2

Becoming a Stripper

My flight back to the States was uneventful and long. my mind was still swimming with all the information i took in during the past week. i continually went over my confession to Nikki in my head...over and over. i also noticed every time i thought about it, my cunt would get wet and i found myself squirming and rubbing myself. i began looking at the Black males crotch’s and the usual bulge in their pants and i imagined what it felt like, what it tasted like again. i began craving for it. Reality set back in when i arrived back home in California and saw my parents. While the beach house in Florida was very nice, the flights back and forth seemed to set them back more and more with each flight. i knew we had to give it up and settle at one place or the other. i was going to have to have a very difficult discussion with my parents and tell them. But first, i thought to myself, we should have one last getaway vacation there for a couple of months. i didn’t have a job and had the money, so why not. i made the arrangements before telling them the good news. They both seemed elated at the idea.

We landed in Jacksonville Airport in the early evening after traveling all day with 2 stop overs. The flight wore my parents out and myself as well. The flights were taking their toll on me too. But i drove home while they napped in the car. i noticed a billboard on I-95 for some strip club in Jacksonville and how they were always looking for dancers. i’d always admired the pretty girls that worked there and had heard that they made some very good money, sometimes up to $1,000 per night or more. i wondered if i was in good enough shape to do something like that. Heaven knows i worked out enough to try and keep my body in decent enough shape. i filed it into the back of my mind as i drove home and settled in.

For the first few days after arriving, we just got ourselves acquainted to the heat and humidity and time difference. We visited are usual eating spots and said hello to old friends and neighbors. But in that short of time and being with my parents around the clock, i already began to get stir crazy. My dad would wonder off not knowing where he was or who he was. It was scary and very stressful. My sister and i would take turns watching them and that was a big help. One night i just needed to get out of the house, and took the car and went to the closest bar. i was relaxing, having a nice glass of Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay, when my mind wandered off again. i got to thinking about the strip club. i guess the glass of wine was just enough to settle my nerves down and release some inhibitions, because i decided to take the drive down to Jacksonville and see what it was all about. The drive was only a hour and I-95 at that time of night was a breeze.

i had never been in a strip club before and the only thing i could relate to them were tv shows. The Gentleman’s Club was on Beach Blvd. and looked like a decent place. The inside was even nicer. i went in and talked to the assistant night manager, and filled out an application while having a vodka on the rocks. i couldn’t believe i was actually applying to be a stripper. i watched the girls around the room and they were all, absolutely gorgeous. There were 3 stages with catwalks and a pole at the end. Even the cocktail waitresses were naked. In fact....all the girls were naked. i was the only woman in the place with clothes on.  i was told to come back the following night, as the manager and owner of the club would be in and would want to see me.

The next day, i made an excuse to leave for the night. i made arrangements with my sister to watch my parents and i didn’t tell a soul about what i was applying to become. i didn’t get nervous until i pulled into the parking lot of the Club. i walked in and asked for the asst. manager again, and he came out to meet me. i was at the bar ordering another vodka on the rocks because i needed something right away to calm my nerves. When the manager came out, my jaw must have hit the floor. my eyes scanned up and down. Walking towards me was this very tall, very Black, gorgeous Woman. i thought i was overdressed wearing 5” black stiletto heels that wrapped around my ankles and a respectable but short black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. i wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, after all, this was Florida. She came out with a gorgeous flowered dress that showed Her perfectly shaped legs and fit around Her ass like a glove. Her 4” high heels had Her towering over me making Her about a half a foot taller than me...with my heels on.

We talked at the bar briefly about my experience, desires and personal life. The Club only had a handful of patrons and just as many dancers, so i didn’t think my chances were good to get hired. i appreciated the opportunity however, that they even considered me. i was shocked and dumbfounded when Monique asked me if i could start the following night. i was taking a sip of my drink when She asked me and i nearly spit the mouthful out onto Her and choked. Of course i said yes and what time. We went over the details and as She scooted Her chair closer to me, i could smell Her scent. i felt my cunt getting wet just from  Her smell. i don’t know if it was a modest cologne, Her shampoo, body wash or what, but it was acting as an aphrodisiac for me. When She touched my hand i nearly melted, and explode at the same time. She gave me a hug before i headed out the door to drive home. Once in the car and on my way, i rubbed my wet cunt the entire drive home. i barely slept that night.

The next day arrived and i made myself busy to help keep my mind off how nervous i was. Around 10 am, i received a phone call from my former employer, the law office. They wondered if i would be interested in working part-time for them. as they were expanding. i explained my circumstances with my parents and they were willing to work around it. i didn’t tell them about my other part-time job that i would be starting that evening. Here i am, a classy, upper-class, well dressed with designer wardrobe secretary at a prestigious law firm by day; a stripper at a classy Gentleman’s Club at night. I wondered if i could pull it off. What would happen if someone saw me at the Club. i came to the realization...i just didn’t care. Whatever happens, happens. So i jumped on the opportunity.

So began my stint as a stripper, part-time law secretary, caregiver for my parents. my life just began to become hectic, but i was happy as hell. i couldn’t wait to start that night. i couldn’t wait to see Monique again. She made me melt just looking at Her. i knew i’d do whatever She wanted, but i hoped She couldn’t just read that off me. i guess i’d see when i started work.

Meeting her Mistress

Chapter 3

Monique

After working part of the day at the law office and getting acquainted with the people again, the routine, my duties and meeting with the bosses; i headed home to take care of my parents. We walked the beach, which is good exercise for them and they always enjoy it, finding shells and shark’s teeth. i made a nice dinner for us all and afterwards,  they settled into their routine of watching their nightly tv shows. i began getting nervous while getting dressed to go to the Club, and began second guessing myself. “Was i crazy doing this? What the hell was i thinking? Am i physically fit enough? God i feel so fat. my tits are too small.”

My mind was going a million miles a minute when i got in the car and headed down A1A to I-95...then south. i cranked the radio up loud to drown out my thoughts and to get myself psyched up. i told myself, “this has been one of your dreams, you’re just going for it.” i kept telling myself i didn’t want to have any regrets. So what if i bombed, at least i tried. Then my mind went to Monique and a got a sudden case of goose bumps all over my body. i felt that all too familiar feeling between my legs. i dropped my hand between my legs and felt my cunt, sure enough, it was wet. Damn it.

i pulled into the parking lot, took a deep breath and two, got out of the car and headed in. “This is it” i told myself. As i walked inside, i headed to Monique’s office, as instructed. i sheepishly knocked on the door and poked my head inside, and she told me to come on in and close the door. i did so and she invited me to have a seat. As she swung around in her swivel chair, my mouth gaped wide open and eyes never blinked or left her sight. She was such a vision of pure beauty like i’ve never seen before. She was wearing a sleeveless black leather vest that laced together in the front. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her perfect 36c breasts filled it perfectly, showing off her cleavage. Her mid-drift was tight and not one ounce of fat on her. As my eyes scanned down to her black leather semi-mini skirt with a slit up the side which exposed her perfectly long, black legs down to her 6” black stiletto high heels. 

She snapped her fingers twice to get my attention and said, “up here honey”, then let out a little laugh.  I must have been 10 shades of red as i felt the heat of humiliation wash over me in an instant and i stammered an apology, “i....i...i’m so sorry Miss Monique. You’re just so beautiful.”  She asked me if i was nervous and i told her that i was very nervous. She ordered a couple of shots for us to help me relax. She told me a story about when she first started stripping and that seemed to help calm me down, along with the shot.

She took me to the changing room where there were lots of different costumes and clothes and told me to pick one and get changed.  Monique introduced me to a couple of the girls and we made some small talk. “You’re up in 20 minutes”, she shouted out as she turned around and walked away. I perused the clothes rack with intrepidation, finally picking out a outfit that i thought would be good for a start. It was a black sequin mini skirt that had an elastic waist band so it would be easy to slip out of. The top matched the skirt and was basically a bra with cut-outs along the bottom of the cups. I wore a black g-string and took an elastic garter belt and slid it over my head and around my neck. To top off the outfit, i chose to wear a pair of really sexy black patent leather 6” heel with a sling back. After finishing dressing and putting my hair up, i looked at myself in the mirror. i hardly recognized myself in the mirror and thought....”damn girl, not too shabby.”

I received the 5 minute warning that i was up next, and strolled out to wait behind the stage. i stretched my legs and went over in my mind what i wanted to do and what i was trying to achieve. i watched the girl that was on stage and how she worked the guys in the room. There were probably 20 or so men in the crowd and 2 women that i saw. Before i knew it, it was my turn. The DJ did a little intro for me, mentioning i was new and to give me a warm welcome. I heard scattered clapping as i began walking out on stage. As i turned and looked out to the crowd, i saw Monique standing in the back. The music started playing and i started dancing. i forgot about the crowd of men, and was dancing a seductive dance for Monique.

The top came off first as i sashayed around the stage, twirling and dipping, letting the top slide off. Then came the skirt as i did several wiggling squats and finally kicking the skirt off to the side of the stage. i saw Monique continue watching with what seemed like intense interest, and i teased Her with the g-string, turning around, lowering and lifting it back up, until i finally flung it at Her. Of course, there wasn’t enough elastic in the g-string and didn’t even make it halfway to Her. i danced up and down the catwalk like stage for half a minute longer before my bit ended. i gathered the money that was thrown on the stage, then picked up the clothes, then went back to the changing room.

I worked two more routines that night with two other sexy outfits, and suprisingly made over $535 in a little over 5 hours. After the last routine as i was walking off the stage with clothes in my hands, i ran into Monique. She calmly but firmly told me to meet Her in Her office, immediately. i asked Her if i could change into my clothes, and She just said “NOW.” i tossed the clothes in the clothes hamper on the way to Her office as i followed right behind Her. Walking behind Her naked, i could feel my nipples harden and my cunt growing wetter as i watched Her perfect ass move in the leather mini skirt.

She held the door open as i walked into Her office behind Her, and heard the lock click. Standing just inside the door, i turned to Her, sheepishly, as i was naked, and i could feel Her eyes looking me over. She walked over to me...then walked slowly around me not saying a word. i just was frozen where i was standing, and could feel Her breath on my neck behind me. my nipples were very hard and visibly excited. Monique asked me how my first night was. i told Her i was nervous at first, but after i got into it, i seemed to calm down. She asked me if i got turned on by exhibiting my naked body in front of strangers, or strange men. i explained to Her that i did get turned on, but wasn’t sure why. my comment was a lie, i did know why. It was Her that turned me on. i’d never felt anything for another woman before like i was feeling right now. And i had never particularly felt anything for a Black woman, ever.

She sat down in Her swivel chair, Her long legs crossed. i was still  standing up as i watched Her. i couldn’t help myself from staring at Her legs, glancing down at Her feet and Her stiletto heeled shoes. She was asking me a question, but i didn’t hear Her. It was obvious to Her that i was smitten with Her. She finally got my attention back by snapping Her fingers and saying my name over and over, ”Lisa...Lisa...hellooooo...Lisaaaaaaaa? When i snapped out of my hypnotic like state, She asked me point blank, “what’s wrong with you girl? Do you want to kiss my feet or something?” And with that comment, she let out a laugh. But when i blushed a beet red and didn’t match her laugh, She said, “oh my god, you do, don’t you?” Still standing before Her naked, barely feigning an awkward smile, i still didn’t answer Her. i just looked down at the floor, embarrassed at my predicament. Here i was in my late 30’s, almost 40, and she was barely in Her 20’s. i was old enough to be Her mother. That’s when She lowered the boom on me taking me by shock and storm.

“You may kneel and kiss My shoes, if you want.” my eyes veered up to meet Her eyes, and i saw that She was serious. “But first you need to ask me nicely.” i wasn’t sure i heard Her correctly, until She said, “welllll?” i didn’t know what was happening to me, my body. It was like i was looking down on me from above, like an out-of-body experience. Words came out of my mouth before i knew it, “Please Monique, may i kiss Your shoes please?” She let out an uproarious laugh and said, “i knew it, i just knew it.” She snapped Her fingers and pointed to the floor at Her feet. i dropped to my knees, still naked, and knelt at Her feet. She told me, “I will let you kiss my feet if you will be a good girl for me.” i nodded my head as i leaned in to kiss Her Black shoes. i began kissing the leather portion of the shoes, and She began guiding me on what to do. “That’s it, now kiss the bottom of the shoe....now lick the heel...take it in your mouth...suck it like a cock, a nice big black cock.” Her guidance turned into verbal humiliation. “Oh My God, you’re a little nasty white whore aren’t you? Spread those knees apart bitch, show Me how much you enjoy worshipping my feet.” i kissed, licked and suck what She allowed me.

“Let Me feel those white whore lips on my Superior Black legs. you do know that you are inferior to me, don’t you white whore?” i nodded my head as my lips traveled along Her gorgeous long Black legs. i felt twinges in my cunt and the cunt lips growing wetter as my body betrayed me acknowledging that i enjoyed the humiliation and agreed with Monique about Her Superiority. Once i kissed past Her knee....She grabbed a fistful of my hair...guiding my mouth along Her leg. As i kissed along Her upper thigh...She stopped me short of Her beautiful, smooth Black cunt with a firm grip around my hair and a yank. i was close enough to smell Her now, and my face even felt the heat from Her wet cunt. i must have let a small whimper out, because She asked me, “you want to taste me so badly don’t you, you want to know what a Superior cunt tastes like, don’t you my white whore?” She was right, i did, and i told Her so, “yessssssss  Monique” She slapped my left cheek hard, hard enough to make my eyes water. “you don't get to call me by my name, you address me as Ma’am or Ms Monique Ma’am. Got that cunt? And you have to earn that privilege to lick my Superior cunt.”

And so She began to lay out some ground rules that i had to abide by:

1) i was always to address Her as Ma’am or Ms Monique Ma’am.

2) Black customers got preferential treatment from me. If any Black customer wanted me, they would get me. It didn’t matter if i was with a white customer or not.

3) i would never say no to a Black customer when it came to doing “extra’s”.

4) After every shift, i would come into Her office, naked, and kneel and wait for Her.

5) i would always perform “extra’s” no matter how tired or who it was. But Black customers always came first.

And so my life as a secretary/stripper began and continued for approximately 3 years, living the double life, making lots of money and saving it. Monique hired me out for many private parties, bachelor parties, lap dances and more for special clients. Blow jobs was a nightly service for me whenever i worked. But my greatest enjoyment was servicing Monique at the end of each shift. Sometimes it was in front of an audience of the other dancers, or some of Her friends, but usually it was in the privacy of Her office with me naked, and Her clothed. She taught me some about Black Supremacy and i learned to accept that as my belief system. Especially when i would give white males a blow job and then blow a Black man. The cock difference was hugely noticeable. i came to love Black cock and the taste of their cum. i loved how their cock felt inside me, inside all of my holes.

When Monique moved away and left the club, i quit stripping as it was wearing me down and getting too hard to work both jobs AND take care of my parents while raising kids. i’m surprised i made it as long as i did. The thing is, at least i have no regrets.

Meeting her Mistress

Chapter 4

Remembering the Extras

i enjoyed stripping even after a long day at the law office. It helped me to unwind and forget about all the legal problems people had day in and day out. i finally worked my nervousness out after the first week of working at the club. And every night after my shift, i would go back to Monique’s office naked. If She wasn’t there, i would wait for Her, kneeling just inside the door. She gave me a key to Her office for this purpose only. She trained me how She liked to be pleased and how She wanted me to perform. The start was always the same. i would wait on my knees until She sat in Her sofa in Her office. She would summon me over, either by verbal command or snapping Her fingers. i would always begin by kissing Her feet on the top. Each one once, to show my subservience, love and dedication to Her. Then i would lick Her shoes clean, ALL of it. She always wore 5” or 6” heels, it didn’t matter if they were shoes or boots. When i say all of it, i mean including the dirty soles of the shoes. She had me spread my legs wide apart so She could see my shaved cunt.  She liked to know that i was wet just from licking Her shoes. i wouldn’t be allowed any further up until i was wet. Once i was wet, usually, more often than not, i would continue kissing up Her leg. She had long, slim leg that were smooth as silk. She loved to feel my lips on Her bare Black skin. It was hard for me to maintain any composure, but She would guide me by ordering me to take my time, slow down, or stay there for awhile. Then She would say “continue” when She was ready for more. It was me that was often moaning while i was kissing and worshipping Her Goddess Black legs. It was like my world was reduced to only Her legs at that moment. Her scent was strong and intoxicating, and acted as an aphrodisiac for me. She would guide me to Her inner thighs, just inches from Her wet cunt before She would order me to stop. i would be beside myself with lust and desire and my cunt was leaking by this time.

It would be several months before i would be allowed to lick Her shrine. She would turn over and present Her ass to me, and i would kiss, lick, suck and outright worship Her Black ass. Sometimes She would have me spread Her ass cheeks, sometimes not allowed to use my hands at all. Either way, i worshipped with such passion, She compared me to a hungry dog that was starving to death, that was just fed some food. i would  kiss and lick Her asshole before gently sliding my tongue inside Her. It was heavenly. Easily, my tongue spent hours upon hours inside Her ass. She would always have an orgasm, minimum of one, usually 2 or 3 before She ordered me off. Quite often that would be the end of the night for me, sometimes She would have me lay on the floor, legs splayed wide open and have me rub my aching wet cunt for Her, bringing myself to the edge, but never once did She allow me to cum in Her Superior presence. Not one single time. It was only about Her pleasure and the only reason She allowed me to masturbate before Her, was for Her amusement. i was just grateful to be allowed to worship Her as i was doing.

Like the other dancers, i did a lot of private lap dances for men. We would go into a booth or room and i would perform a private strip tease and almost always gave the guy a blow job. They would pay extra if i swallowed but i wasn’t about to risk my health unless they provided proof they were without disease. Once i started getting repeat customers after several months of working there, the men started bringing copies of their latest tests. If i felt it was legitimate, i would go ahead and swallow, if requested.

The most memorable extra, by far, was a couple, a gorgeous Black man and an exotic, beautiful girl from Thailand.  i started out dressed very sexy with my 6” stiletto high heels, and a short, semi-sheer sleeveless black dress. i had worked there by this time for a couple of years, and my strip tease could get even the most impotent of men hard. This guy was hard and big, as i felt his cock thru his pants. It was massive and i thought to myself, “how the hell could this petite girl take something like that inside her”.  As i stripped off my clothes seductively, teasing the both of them, i released his cock from his pants. It was the most beautiful sight i’d ever seen....11” of pure Black manhood standing hard as steel rod. His cock head was Black velvet. Even tho i was working both of them, i started out with the man. i touched, kissed, licked and teased his cock so much, that it was leaking precum from the slit. i tried to take it all in my mouth, but was unable at first. That is...until he forced my head down onto it. i felt his cock fill and stretch my throat. i gagged and choked on it, which they both loved. i straddled his hips and felt his thick, long Black meat slide inside my leaking cunt filling it up. As i slide up his cock, you could see my cunt juices glistening on his cock shaft. i was kissing the girl while riding his cock slowly. When he was close to cumming, i got off that wild ride and both his girl and me starting licking along the wet shaft.

Our tongues mingled together and our lips met at the head...and he exploded with such force, it looked like a geyser shooting. The cum landed in our hair as we kept out lips on his cock. He shot copious amount of cum in the air, in our hair, on our face and in our mouth. We both cleaned him up, and then i kept kissing the girl, swapping his cum between our mouths, feeling and touching her gorgeous body. i began sliding her dress off. i felt her tits and her nipples were already hard.  i knelt before her while she was sitting, sliding the dress down her lovely long legs and over her feet. As i slid her panties off, i was blown away when her cock jutted out nearly slapping my chin. It sprung to hardness immediately. i had heard about ladyboys and TS girls, but had never met one before. This “girl” was gorgeous and had sounded like a girl. She had breasts like a girl. Her cock was uncut and a fairly good size, i’d guess about 7”- 8” long. After i slid her panties all the way off, i slid my hands along her smooth, long, gorgeous brown legs. i nuzzled my way back between her legs and took her uncut ladyboy cock into my mouth, and worshipped it. It felt so good in my mouth. Her skin was so soft and smooth and her cock was so hard. i licked the length of her cock...up and down...licked her soft balls...licked her asshole letting my tongue slide inside...then in and out. Then back to the balls, eventually making my way back to the cock. i was able to take it all down my throat. i’d forgotten about the guy and in my peripheral vision, saw him stroking his hard again cock on the end of the couch. She finally spurt down my throat and i gulped down every drop, licking her clean afterwards.  That was a big night financially speaking, but unfortunately, i never saw them again.

The most scary extra was when i was in a private room with a very large white male. He was about 6’ 5” tall and weighed approximately 320 pounds with tattoos covering his arms, neck, chest and legs. His head was shaved bald and had a long goatee and mustache. His beady little eyes should have been my first warning. He tipped me very well while i was performing on stage, then he requested a private room with me. When i met him, the immediate vibe, my gut instincts were to flee. i had that option, but the money he was offering was too good to pass up. So against my better judgment, i stayed. i tried to convince myself it was all in my head. We sat around for about an hour, drinking, talking and doing a few lines of cocaine. He came over to where i was sitting and forcibly kissed my lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He held me tight against him, holding both my arms so i couldn’t move. When i started to protest, he backhanded my cheek. i had never been hit in my life until that moment, so i was taken aback, my cheek stinging, tears welling in my eyes. He ripped my blouse off of me, popping the buttons and ruining the blouse. i wasn’t wearing a bra so my tits were exposed. He began calling me names, accusing me of sleeping and fucking every guy i saw. He was starting to go off the deep end, making exaggerated and obviously false claims about me. He struck my face another half dozen times, threatening me while ripping my skirt off. i was standing naked in front of him, holding my cheeks, crying, trying to think how i was going to get to the panic button that all the dancers carry with them, for just this sort of instance. Unfortunately, it was across the room in my bag.

He then proceeded to grab me and throw me onto the bed and he followed me onto it. He was still calling me names...”you fucking filthy skank, fucking whore, filthy bitch, cocksucking cunt, fucking lowlife white trash whore”....and many more. He was undoing his pants while name calling. When i would try to interrupt and talk some sense into him, he would either back hand me or open hand slap my face. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped me several times. He roughly forced my legs open and thrust three fingers in my cunt. Needless to say i wasn’t wet. i was scared shitless, and angry too. But he was too big for me to handle. He fucked me, hard,  thrusting his cock inside me. Thankfully his dick was only 6 or 7 inches when hard, but still was rough. As he was fucking me and calling me names, he wrapped his big paws around my neck and was choking me. It was at this point, i thought i was going to die. When i nearly passed out, he let go of my throat, flipped me over, grabbed my waist and lifted it up, forcing me onto all fours and rammed his cock into my ass. No lube was used as he thrust his cock to the hilt up my ass. He grabbed my hair again while i was on all fours, pulling hard and driving his cock deep up my ass, continuing with the name calling until he came. He pulled his cock out of my ass, wiped it on my ass and back, then my hair. i just laid on the bed while he got dressed. When he was fully dressed, he grabbed his wallet, threw several hundreds of dollars at me, still calling me names, then spat on me, and walked out. i was ready to quit that night, but Monique talked me out of it. A few weeks later he came back to the club, and i pointed him out to Monique. All i know, (or will say), is that the bouncers escorted him out and i never saw him again.

Most of the extras were very tame and consisted of blow jobs, hand jobs, some foot jobs and a few fucks if the money was good. i even had a few that just wanted someone pretty to talk to. So we would sit and have a few drinks. There was often plenty of cocaine around during these times, and i would often partake in a few lines. i don’t do that anymore and even rarely drink any longer, as my time for partying has passed.

As i look back and reflect on those wild times, i realize how lucky i was to survive. i honestly felt that on that one night, i was going to die. The big dude was obviously a woman hater, and after that night, things changed around the club. The girls were protected better and the clients were screened more thoroughly. i must say tho, the money was too damn good to pass up. i’m glad those days are over however.