Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2005 17:25:38 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the agreement -pt2

this story is about blk/wht, Dom/sub sex. the scenes are graphic, and
maybe found offensive by some readers. it was conceived through a
conversation I had with a reader whose allowed me to use his screen name
in the story. if you are not into graphic rough sex, please do not read
it. -DOGG

THE AGREEMENT -2

Life went on as usual the next week or so. I didn't get anymore emails or
instant messages from BlackDOM on the internet. I had only received one
phone call from him from a "blocked" phone number after I'd given him my
cell number after our initial conversation. He had promised me that he
only wanted my number as a confirmation, to make sure that was serious
about this meet and not just wasting his time. I assured him that I was
authentic with my search, and told him so over the phone. I have to
admit, hearing his deep baritone voice, made my imagination run away with
me. I instantly pictured EX-CON, and thought of big black men like
Charles S. Dutton or Ving Rhames attacking me with really large cocks.
When I hung up the phone, I was more eager than ever to be raped. The
only problem was, I wasn't totally sure I really wanted to go through
with it. I mean, fantasizing and rough house sex was one thing, -but
having two total strangers from an unknown city come to actually RAPE me
(with no holds barred), was quite another!

After about a week with no contact, I kind of figured he had been pulling
my leg. The thought of a man advertising to RAPE people through postings
on the internet, just seemed too good to be true. And to tell the truth,
I was a little relieved that he had turned out to be a scheme after all.
I mean, aside from the obvious dangers; (not knowing these guys at all,
-being severely beaten, robbed, or murdered, -or catching a serious
disease), I actually loved my boyfriend, and really didn't want to do
anything to jeopardize our standing relationship. I'd never cheated on
him anytime in the 3 years we've been together (umm, give or take a
blowjob here and there...). He's actually the best boyfriend I've ever
had. Kind, considerate, loyal, trusting, honest, thoughtful. I finally
find the man of my dreams, and all I can think about is cheating on him
with some fake black rapist I've never even laid eyes on. What kind of
sick twisted person was I?

To make up for my wanton dishonesty, I decided to make my man the best
dinner of his life, and fuck his brains out the moment I got home from
work. I made all his personal favorites, cooking my ass off for him while
he continued to work in his office. I decorated the dinning room with
soft lights and seductive music. I bathed in my favorite scented bubble
bath, and made sure that my cunt was squeaky clean for him. By the time
Josh came out of his office, his stomach was growling from the aroma
dancing through the house.

"What's the special occasion?" he asked, seeing the good china spread
across the table.

"No occasion." I said, popping the cork on the champaign. I poured 2
glasses of the bubbly, and made a toast. Josh and I clinked glasses, and
drank "to us". Then I sat him down, and made him a plate. We ate, as we
stared into each other's eyes through candle light. Josh told me that he
loved me too, and I felt the urge to crawl under the dinning room table
to suck his dick. Josh laughed as I dropped down out of sight, and
unzipped his pants. He didn't complain when I pulled his cock free and
started to suckle. Infact, he stopped eating all together.

I ate Josh's dick for about 10 minutes, before I felt it start to throb
in my throat. I bobbed my head up and down in his lap, banging my skull
several times against the bottom of the table before he finally parted
with his load. I drank it easily, quite used to his daily servings. Once
I was done cleaning his cock, I crawled back into my seat, and continued
our meal. Later that evening, I laid in bed for close to an hour after
making love with him, staring up at the ceiling while he snored
peacefully and content. I could feel his juicy load seeping from my
bowels, the only reminder that we'd even had sex. He was an extremely
average lover, no sex talk, no biting or overt references, no smacking my
ass or calling me names, no tying, no water sports, and no S&M of
anykind. All he did was kiss, suck, and fuck me. In that order. Every
night, around the same time. He wasn't adventurous. He didn't do anything
outrageous in public, and he didn't even want to discuss 3ways or group
sex. He was very rigid, and only liked straight one on one sex with no
kinks.That was fine for a while, but as we settled into a long term
relationship, I found myself getting stifled and wanting to branch out
more.

I recall some of the more dominate sex encounters I had, being tied up
spread eagle to a bed or suspended from a ceiling in a sling, getting my
asshole rammed over and over by a hard leather top and one or two of his
buddies. Taking cock at both ends, as the tops fought to see who would
cum in me first. I remember walking home after those parties with my sore
nipples, my asshole aching, my throat fucked raw, and my balls empty from
all the loads I lost while getting abused. There was nothing better then
pleasing a top man, being his servant, and submitting to his every whim.
Josh wasn't that exciting, but he was loyal. I knew I could count on him
when the going got rough. All those hot leather tops I had use me, but
weren't ever in my corner when I needed someone to hold me, comfort me,
or tell me that I was worth their time. So I was reluctantly grateful
when I didn't hear from BlackDOM anymore. I felt as if I'd almost made a
terrible mistake. To think, I was practically ready to chuck it all for a
roll in the hay.

The next night while Josh and I got ready for bed, my cell phone rang.
The number that came up was "blocked", and I instantly felt my heart pace
quicken. Josh was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, I didn't want to
answer it with him in the house, but I was afraid he'd hear it ring and
ask who was calling me at this late hour.

"Yes?" I whispered softly into the receiver.

"It's me, BlackDOM." said that baritone voice, making the hairs on my
neck stand up. "We'll be in yur town tomorrow. I'll call for the motel
address when we get there."

"Oh, uh...I, uh...I just wanted to, uh...."

"You not gettin nervous on me now, are you? We still down with this,
right?" he asked, sensing the hesitation in my voice.

"uh, yeah. Yes. I...I just didn't know it would be so soon. I mean,
you're talking tomorrow..." I admitted, hoping for more time to decided.

"But we spoke a week ago. When did you think this would happen, 20 years
from now? We have an AGREEMENT or not?"

"Yes. Yes...I'm sorry." I whispered, suddenly scared that Josh might walk
in any second. "What do you want me to do? I have a meeting tomorrow
morning at 10am, and..."

"Cancel it. We're coming in from out of town. This hookup was yur idea,
the least you could do was be there on time." he said, forcibly.

"You...you're right. I'm sorry. It's just that I've never done anything
like this before. I really don't know what to expec..."

"Book the room tomorrow morning." he said flatly, cutting me off in the
process as if what I was saying didn't matter to him. "I'll call you to
get the address. Be naked with a blindfold over your eyes when we get
there. We'll take care of the rest."

"uh, ok." I answered nervously, to a dial tone.

"Someone on the phone?" asked a Josh cluelessly, walking by me as he
proceeded to draw the curtains and remove his PJ's to reveal his
semi-hardon.

"uh, no. I was, uh...just checking the weather for tomorrow." I lied.
That seemed to satisfy him, as he killed the lights and walked up behind
me. I felt his arms wrap around my mid-section as he kissed me gently in
the back of my neck. I could feel his cock harden fully, pressing into
the crack of my greased ass cheeks. I let the phone fall to the carpeted
floor as I turned my head to kiss his mouth. Our lips parted and I let
his tongue slip into my mouth. He gently twinked my erect nipples, making
them stand upright. I reached back up and behind me to run my fingers
through his hair, gripping the short length in back. He groaned into my
mouth as I sucked hard on his embedded tongue, and pushed my ass back on
his erection. The head slid into me easily, my greased hole sucking his
full length into me in one slowly agonizing shove. Josh carefully laid me
down on the bed, and began to fuck me with gentle thrusts, as I tried to
forget the phonecall I'd just received.
'Tomorrow' -I kept thinking, 'I'll be RAPED tomorrow.'