A Surprise Client, Part II

You pulled up to Carrie's block again. You shouldn't be doing this, but you loved how strict she was last time.

"Fifty bucks and I'll suck your --" Carrie started, then she recognized you. "Fifty bucks and I'll buttfuck you. What do you say, sweetie?" Your wordlessly handed her the cash. "Your place this time."

You drove her to your apartment. David was out, thankfully. She strutted into the living room, a place she visited often in a different life. She didn't linger, going straight to the bedroom. She reached into her purse, pulling out a 10 inch black cock, a true weapon.

"On the bed, bitch, get yourself lubed up," she ordered, as she pulled out a separate lubricant for the big cock. You stared at her with big eyes, then got to work getting your asshole ready.

She slapped your ass, wordlessly commanding you to get on all fours on the bed. You obeyed, and she slapped the giant cock against your ass.

"You still seeing that woman?" you asked nervously. She smirked.

"Yeah, I sleep with her multiple nights a week. That scare you? Your ex in a relationship with a Black woman?"

"N-n-no," you stammered. Carrie smirked, lighting up a cigarette, and simply dumping the ashes on you this time.

"Looks like you aren't getting pussy, bitch," she observed casually. If only she knew, you thought. She settled in, pounding your ass, treating you roughly, her hands sliding up under you to twist and tug your pink nipples. You squeaked.

After a few more minutes, she really started working you, causing the furniture to rattle. Something fell in the closet, and the door opened, revealing a leather hood, gloves and a thick rope. Carrie moved back, alarmed.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" she yelled out, grabbing a lamp, ready to knock you out.