Surprisingly Pleasant

The store was pretty far from campus so you were positive that there wouldn't be many other students there. The storefront was a residential house, you walked in the door ringing the bell.

A petite red-head girl noticed you and walked up with a bright smile, "Hello, can I help you sir? Looking for something for your girlfriend?"

Oh god, she's so cute. This is gonna be so embarrassing!

You looked down at her name-tag and saw that it said Kara. At least I don't need to ask for her specifically. You were afraid that one of the other patrons would over-hear you, so you leaned in and said quietly, "Um... Actually, I'm John. Sir Jacob sent me to get my measurements and my first bra and panties. He told me to get pink."

She eyed you up and down, a smirk appearing on her face. In a quiet tone to match you she said, "Oh, I see. Well, I'm always happy to help a new boi! Follow me to the back-room, I have something perfect in mind for you." Before turning, she quickly leaned in and took a sniff, "Oh, he chose lilac this time!"

This time? What does that mean?

You put your thoughts aside and followed Kara past the racks of sets of bras and panties, corsets, negligees, babydolls, and other sexy lingerie. You kept your head down to avoid the gaze of the other shoppers, conveniently giving you a nice view of Kara's shapely rear end. Once she reached the other end of the room, she opened a door and motioned you in. Stepping in, you looked around and saw a platform in the middle of the room with three mirrors surrounding it. Kara shut the door, "Go ahead and remove your shirt and pants then stand on the platform, I'll be right with you."

You did as she said quickly, knowing there was no point in protesting. "So, how do you know Jacob?"

You suddenly felt a firm smack on your ass and turned to see Kara with a slight frown. The lighting in this room was better than in the main area, giving you a better look at her face. Her amber hair was currently pulled up into a bun. Her large green eyes were like paintings that looked back, framed above her cute button nose. Her glossy lips were thinner than conventionally attractive, but combined with her soft jaw and dimple chin they were still pretty. You could tell that she was only wearing a light layer of makeup since her freckles were still plainly visible.

"Remember, that's Sir Jacob to you. But don't worry, I won't tell him about your mistake here. And I met him at a party last year, he can tell you more if he wants to." She walked around in front of you, "Arms out please."

You did as she said and she reached around to wrap a cloth tape measure around your chest. As she did, you noticed a tattoo of a black spade with a 'Q' inside it. Curious, you asked, "What's your tattoo mean?"

She looked up from the tape measure into your eyes with a sweet smile on her face, saying, "Oh this? It means I only fuck black guys!" She moved the tape measure down slightly.

"Why'd you get it on your wrist?"

"To advertise that fact obviously! Gotta let white bois know not to get their hopes up." Unsure what to say to that, you let her finish up taking your measurements. "Okay, I think I have something Jacob will like."

She stepped out of the room, leaving you alone to contemplate your current situation. The previous morning you had been excited to start college, now you were being blackmailed by a black man, standing in a lingerie store being fitted for panties an a bra by a woman who know's that you're that black man's bitch.

After a few minutes Kara came back, something pink in her hands. "This is perfect for you! I'll help you with the bra." She stepped behind you, wrapping the bra around around your chest. She grabbed your arms one by one and gently guided them through the straps, then snapped the back for you. "I made the cup size a little bigger than you needed so you can keep wearing it down the line!"

What does she mean by that?

She handed you the panties. "Here, I won't put these on for you."

You grabbed them, quickly slid off your boxers and slid the panties on. The lacy material honestly felt pretty nice on your skin, and you were surprised that the thong wasn't uncomfortable. You had figured that the panties would be too tight on you, but it seemed like they were made with a pouch-like bulge in the front.

"These are specially made to accommodate clients like you who have a little 'extra' in the front. They're a little expensive, but lucky you the first set is on the house!" She reached down and grabbed your boxers with the tips of her fingers, saying, "I'll go ahead and dispose of these for you. Don't forget to send Jacob a picture! I look forward to seeing you again soon!" With that she left the room.

You looked in the mirror for a moment and examined yourself. The bra and thong were pink lace, slightly see-through due to the stitching, with white frills on the edges and white flower stitching as a pattern. With your skin shaved smooth your body looked like that of flat-chested petite girl's almost. Even your face looked a little androgynous, you thought. Simply wanting to go home, you pulled out your phone to take the picture and send it. Almost immediately you received a response back from Jacob.

Good. Let me see your ass too.

You turned around, sticking your ass out slightly, and took another picture to send. When no response came after a few seconds you started getting dressed. And left to go home. It was pretty late by the time you got back, and you were almost about to go to bed when your phone vibrated again. You checked it, seeing a new picture message from Jacob. He had sent you a picture of his hand wrapped around the base of his fully erect cock.

Save this picture, I'll be checking your gallery tomorrow.

You promptly did as he said, then looked at the picture again. His cock was huge! Easily 11" long, you figured he could grip it with both hands and still have room to spare. The veins on it bulged out, and you could see a bead of precum leaking from his purple head. Suddenly you felt light-headed and sat down, realizing that you were salivating slightly. You felt a tug in your panties, drawing you back to reality where you realized your own member was harder than it had been in a long while.

Why is my mouth watering? Why does this turn me on? Is his cock really that big? No, I know it is... I could see it earlier today. Why did he send me that? Shut up, you know why...

While your thoughts raced your body moved on its own, your free hand reaching to undo your pants button/zipper and pull them down. Your panties followed soon, a small wet spot from your own precum. You moved to grab your bottle of lotion, applied a little to your hand and started stroking. As your hand pumped up and down your 5" cock your mind started to go blank. Gone was the embarrassment of the day, gone was the confusion, gone any predictions (or fantasies) of what he planned to do with you next. Only one thing dominated your mind as you stroked: Sir Jacob's Big. Black. Cock.

You unconsciously slipped back into your girl-voice from earlier as you came, filling your living room with a sultry moan. Your cum spurted up and coated your T-shirt. You panted for a moment before what you had just done fully hit you and all the shame and emasculation came back in full ****. After taking a moment to collect yourself, you put all those thoughts to the side, pulling off your shirt leaving you in nothing but your bras and panties.

I... I can think about all this later. I should go to sleep now.