Don’t reveal too much

“Not much yet, but I’ll do some commercials and such” you reply not wanting to tell them that you took more cock in last 24 hours then they would get in a year, and that there is pictures to document it. “But I think it can open other doors for me…” you say, again avoiding the fact that a foot of black cock is on the other side of the door.

“Really?” Cindy say, “I always thought it was perverts who put in those ads!” she laughs and you blush a little, “Maybe I should try that as well!”

“Yeah…” you trail off and change the subject, not wanting your friends to know what you’re up to. After lunch you shop with the girls and have a good time until you see that it’s time for you to get going as it’s almost half past three.

A little over 4pm you step into the doctors clinic, there is no secretary in and you look around a bit, confused as the doctor did tell you to stop by. After a couple of minutes you’re about to leave when Dr. Clarke steps into the waiting area with an older man. He gives you wave and the follows the man out, clearly a patient of his. After seeing the man off, he turn his attention to you, taking you into his office and explaining you about the pills. Only fifteen or twenty minutes later you hug him goodbye in the door to the clinic and leaves with the initial supply of pills thinking that now you only have to keep Tyrone in condoms for another three weeks or so, ‘God, how many times has he had to pull out, because we didn’t use them, already?’ you think to yourself.

On your way home you stop by the pharmacy again, relieved that it’s not the same guy behind the counter. You buy almost all of the large condoms in the store and for the second day you leave the store with a red face.

You call Tyrone when you’re back in your room and he tells you that he will pick you up tonight, talking to him makes fell horny again and you can’t wait until tonight. You tell your stepdad that you’re going to see some friends and that you might sleep over, there’s nothing unusual in that so he just wish you a good time.

“See you dad!” you yell into the living room as you run out the front door, Tyrone’s SUV waiting outside. You skip to the car in your little pink dress and your four inch sandals, “Hey… how do I look?” you ask Tyrone as he pulls away.

“Damn fine babe!” he reply and moves his big hand onto your thigh, you look at the house wandering what your stepdad would think if he’d seen you get into the car in this dress. As he drives out of your neighborhood his hand moves between your legs and finds a tiny thong blocking his access to you, “Didn’t we agree no underwear bitch?” he ask of you a little aggressive.

“Wha… sorry I didn’t…” you reply a little scared but cursing yourself for disappointing him, “I thought…” you start to explain but is interrupted as he takes hold of the flimsy thong and rips it clean off, making you gasp in surprise. You don’t talk more on the way to the club, but as the shock wears off you feel your pussy juicing.

“Now, don’t do anything to piss off the men we’re meeting okay?” he tells you and you nod affirmative.

He parks the car and with his hand around you he walks you past the line of almost exclusively African-Americans and with a nod to the large bouncer and a simple, “Hey Rodney!” he enters the club.

“You’re a dog T!” the bouncer grins, and you feel Tyrone’s hand move further down and gripping your ass he leads you into the club.

He walks you to a booth where three black men sat. One of them wave at Tyrone and while crossing the club you have time to look them over. They were all well muscled, had tattoos and to you they looked like thugs, very dangerous and if you had to guess… criminals.

“Those are your… partners?” you ask warily.

“Yeah” he grunts and before you have any chance to maybe back out, you’re at the table.