A slut's awakening Part 3
A couple of weeks has gone by since Mark agreed to Rachel having sex with a black man. Mark browsed the local swinger's club pages inquiring about a potential bull for Rachel. She gave him the criteria's. She wanted a black man, fit and muscular tall, and well hung. She was excited, but attempted to keep from showing him how excited she was. The reason this took so long was because Mark wanted to make sure these men were screened for any diseases. He made contact with a candidate and paid for the medical screenings. He arranged the encounter. At one of the fanciest hotels in town. They would meet up and get drinks and get to know each other and then if everyone was comfortable, they would go up to the room and get to business.
The night finally came. A month before their wedding. Rachel, dressed up in a white silky long sleeve top with a black skirt, and black heels. Under she had a lacy black thong from Victoria's secret with a matching black lacy push up bra and black pantyhose. She had her nails done and hair in a French braid. Her legs looked very sexy in the heels and pantyhose, and the white silky top really contoured to her breasts and bought them out. It was conservative but left things to the imagination. Mark was kinda surprised at this. She never really dressed up this way for him.
Mark's phone rang and he answer, "Hey, you're here? Ok, we'll meet you in the lobby in a bit." Mark hollers to the hotel bathroom, "Sweetie, he's here! Are you ready?"
Rachel takes one last look at herself in the mirror. Her plump breasts and small waist along with her french braided hard and big blue eyes made her feel so sexy. "I'm coming baby."
Rachel comes out of the bathroom and takes Mark's hand. They go out the door and into the elevator. As they're ridding the elevator, Rachel's hand squeezes Mark's hand. Mark looks at Rachel, "Are you nervous?"
She turns to him, "Ya, and a little excited. Thank you baby." And gives Mark a quick kiss.
The elevator doors open, a golden room shines through the door. People dressed in elegant clothing. Women were in dresses and men were in casual button ups and blazers. It was busy. This hotel is a popular meet up for business men and women along with their significant others. So busy no one would notice a couple meeting a bull in the lobby. Mark and Rachel step off the elevator and make their way to the lobby. As they do Rachel is scanning the crowd. So many people and so much going on. The chaos somehow bough her comfort to her racing mind.
"Isaha!" Mark shouts waving his hand.
Rachel turns to look. And she is stunned. She sees a tall black man, at least 6'5, a little taller than Jerome. He seems to have a fit build, but can't see much with his blue blazer on. He's also wearing matching blue dress pants and tan dress shoes. The man had light brown eyes and a short black hair along with a jaw line that was sharp enough to cut stone. He also had a go tee on his face. He seemed older, at least mid 30's. He seemed taller and cleaner than Jerome she thought. Rachel looked him up and down, he was beautiful. Mark walks them over to him and gives him a hand shake, "Glad you made it Isaha, this is my fiancé, Rachel." Almost frozen Rachel smiles at him.
Isaha, reaches out for Rachel's hand, "Hi there, I'm Isaha, Mark's told me all about you. You're absolutely beautiful."
Rachel looks up to him and reaches for his hand and Isaha grasps it with a firm grip and he looks deep in her eyes and holds her hand for a bit. Rachel feels her face blushing and looks away for a moment, "Nice to meet you, I'm Rachel..."
"Let's head over to the bar, I got a quiet spot reserved." Mark then lets go of Rachel's hand and begins to head towards the bar as Isaha follows behind Rachel. She can feel his presence towering over her. Like a gentle giant following closely behind. At the bar, the hostess leads them through the main dinning area full of guests, dark with candle lighting at the tables and multiple dimly light chandeliers in the ceilings high above. The walls have arches in them with dark blue lights shinning upwards towards the ceiling. It was a very ritzy place. The hostess then leads them through a door, down a warmly lit hall way with multiple doors on each side. As they pass them they can see they're individual rooms. The hostess then guides them to a door about half way down the hall. They step inside, a dimly lit room with a table with a round both around it. On the wall is a TV with the news playing.
Mark takes a seat on the far side as Rachel slides in from the nearer side. Then Isaha also enters the seating behind her on the near side so that she is sitting in between her fiancé and Isaha. They order their drinks and shortly it is delivered. Rachel with a chocolate martini, Mark with a Gin and tonic, and Isaha with a beer. And they begin their small talk, about what they do for work and past relationships and such. Overall, they're enjoying their time, laughing, joking, and drinking. Rachel's anxiety slows melts away with each drink and she begins to loosen up. At first she kept close to Mark, but soon her attention seems to be more focused on Isaha even scoots a little closer to him. Mark made a few comments about the hotel, but it seems to be unacknowledged by either one. They seemed to be somewhat fixated on each other.
Mark sees this and gets up, "I'm gonna go chat with the bartender. These drinks are great. I'll be back in a minute."
Rachel and Isaha, barely acknowledges this and both replied, "Ok."
Once Mark leaves the room, the two of them sat there. Rachel's eyes shifting around what she could see. Isaha's shoulders were broad, even sitting down, he still seemed to tower over her. After a moment of silence, Rachel breathes in, "So... I'm sure my fiancé discussed our arrangement with you...?"
Isaha with a soft smile, "Yes he did discuss the purpose of this encounter with me."
Rachel shyly looks down, "And that were suppose to have sex and stuff...?"
Isaha softly chucks, "Yes."
Rachel looks at him, "Have you done this before...:?"
Isaha nods his head, "Yes, for quite a bit of time with many couples over the years. I also reassured your husband that this will be a one time thing and that I will be wearing a condom."
Rachel's eyes widen, "Ya, and your cum can't touch me." Rachel pauses for a moment. "You must be very experienced in this."
Isaha similes again, "I know and yes, I am."
She bites her bottom lip and asks, "So can I ask, how big are you down there...?"
Isaha lets out a quiet laugh, "Trust me, it's quite big, but I know how to use it and don't worry, you'll be ok."
Rachel then move closer to Isaha, he puts his arm around her back and his hand wraps around to her waist and pulls her in firmly. Rachel's hand then finds his thigh under the table and begins gently brushing it.
In deep soft tone, Isaha says, "So your fiancé tells me you only been with him and 3 other guys. Is this right?"
Still brushing his leg with her hand she replies, "For the most part..."
"For the most part...? What does that mean?" Isaha asks as his hand caresses her side.
Rachel looks down, "Well, a few weeks ago, one of my clients started fondling me and things escalated. It started as an accidental touch when I brushed against his dick and balls and before I know it, I'm laying on the table and his hands were down my pants fingering me and I was stroking his cock. We didn't fuck since the time was up and my phone rang. I've had clients touch me before like rubbing me from the outside of my scrubs but never fingered me before. That's when I bought this idea up to Mark."
Rachel then feels Isaha hand sliding upward towards her breast. She bits her bottom lip. Isaha then asks, "What was it that you let it escalate so far...?"
Rachel's hand then stops brushing Isaha thigh, "It was his cock. It was big. He was also a black guy. I was never attractive to black guys. I really didn't want anything to do with them. But ever since working there, I've been intrigued by the size. My hand was barely able to wrap around his cock."
In a lower tone, Isaha asks, "If the timer wouldn't have gone off, would you have gone farther...? Would you have let him inside of you...?"
Rachel's hand then begins to grip Isaha's leg a little more, "I don't know. I've never been with anyone that big before. I was a little scared."
Rachel then felt Isaha's finger tips brush against the bottom of her breast. As he does this he asks, "Am I making you uncomfortable at all....?"
Rachel's begins breathing deeper and bites her bottom lip, "No..." Rachel feels her heart pound in her chest. Her nipples start to get harder and her pussy is starting to get wetter.
Isaha then takes Rachel's hand that's on his leg and guides up his thigh. Rachel then feels his cock under his pants. Long and thick. Compared to Jerome, it seemed longer and fatter. She then begins to admire it. Gently stroking it up and down as Isaha begin squeezing her breast. Isaha then takes his hand that guided her to his cock and turns her chin to him. "What do you want tonight...?"
Rachel looks deep into his eyes, "I want to feel full..."
(To be continued)
The night finally came. A month before their wedding. Rachel, dressed up in a white silky long sleeve top with a black skirt, and black heels. Under she had a lacy black thong from Victoria's secret with a matching black lacy push up bra and black pantyhose. She had her nails done and hair in a French braid. Her legs looked very sexy in the heels and pantyhose, and the white silky top really contoured to her breasts and bought them out. It was conservative but left things to the imagination. Mark was kinda surprised at this. She never really dressed up this way for him.
Mark's phone rang and he answer, "Hey, you're here? Ok, we'll meet you in the lobby in a bit." Mark hollers to the hotel bathroom, "Sweetie, he's here! Are you ready?"
Rachel takes one last look at herself in the mirror. Her plump breasts and small waist along with her french braided hard and big blue eyes made her feel so sexy. "I'm coming baby."
Rachel comes out of the bathroom and takes Mark's hand. They go out the door and into the elevator. As they're ridding the elevator, Rachel's hand squeezes Mark's hand. Mark looks at Rachel, "Are you nervous?"
She turns to him, "Ya, and a little excited. Thank you baby." And gives Mark a quick kiss.
The elevator doors open, a golden room shines through the door. People dressed in elegant clothing. Women were in dresses and men were in casual button ups and blazers. It was busy. This hotel is a popular meet up for business men and women along with their significant others. So busy no one would notice a couple meeting a bull in the lobby. Mark and Rachel step off the elevator and make their way to the lobby. As they do Rachel is scanning the crowd. So many people and so much going on. The chaos somehow bough her comfort to her racing mind.
"Isaha!" Mark shouts waving his hand.
Rachel turns to look. And she is stunned. She sees a tall black man, at least 6'5, a little taller than Jerome. He seems to have a fit build, but can't see much with his blue blazer on. He's also wearing matching blue dress pants and tan dress shoes. The man had light brown eyes and a short black hair along with a jaw line that was sharp enough to cut stone. He also had a go tee on his face. He seemed older, at least mid 30's. He seemed taller and cleaner than Jerome she thought. Rachel looked him up and down, he was beautiful. Mark walks them over to him and gives him a hand shake, "Glad you made it Isaha, this is my fiancé, Rachel." Almost frozen Rachel smiles at him.
Isaha, reaches out for Rachel's hand, "Hi there, I'm Isaha, Mark's told me all about you. You're absolutely beautiful."
Rachel looks up to him and reaches for his hand and Isaha grasps it with a firm grip and he looks deep in her eyes and holds her hand for a bit. Rachel feels her face blushing and looks away for a moment, "Nice to meet you, I'm Rachel..."
"Let's head over to the bar, I got a quiet spot reserved." Mark then lets go of Rachel's hand and begins to head towards the bar as Isaha follows behind Rachel. She can feel his presence towering over her. Like a gentle giant following closely behind. At the bar, the hostess leads them through the main dinning area full of guests, dark with candle lighting at the tables and multiple dimly light chandeliers in the ceilings high above. The walls have arches in them with dark blue lights shinning upwards towards the ceiling. It was a very ritzy place. The hostess then leads them through a door, down a warmly lit hall way with multiple doors on each side. As they pass them they can see they're individual rooms. The hostess then guides them to a door about half way down the hall. They step inside, a dimly lit room with a table with a round both around it. On the wall is a TV with the news playing.
Mark takes a seat on the far side as Rachel slides in from the nearer side. Then Isaha also enters the seating behind her on the near side so that she is sitting in between her fiancé and Isaha. They order their drinks and shortly it is delivered. Rachel with a chocolate martini, Mark with a Gin and tonic, and Isaha with a beer. And they begin their small talk, about what they do for work and past relationships and such. Overall, they're enjoying their time, laughing, joking, and drinking. Rachel's anxiety slows melts away with each drink and she begins to loosen up. At first she kept close to Mark, but soon her attention seems to be more focused on Isaha even scoots a little closer to him. Mark made a few comments about the hotel, but it seems to be unacknowledged by either one. They seemed to be somewhat fixated on each other.
Mark sees this and gets up, "I'm gonna go chat with the bartender. These drinks are great. I'll be back in a minute."
Rachel and Isaha, barely acknowledges this and both replied, "Ok."
Once Mark leaves the room, the two of them sat there. Rachel's eyes shifting around what she could see. Isaha's shoulders were broad, even sitting down, he still seemed to tower over her. After a moment of silence, Rachel breathes in, "So... I'm sure my fiancé discussed our arrangement with you...?"
Isaha with a soft smile, "Yes he did discuss the purpose of this encounter with me."
Rachel shyly looks down, "And that were suppose to have sex and stuff...?"
Isaha softly chucks, "Yes."
Rachel looks at him, "Have you done this before...:?"
Isaha nods his head, "Yes, for quite a bit of time with many couples over the years. I also reassured your husband that this will be a one time thing and that I will be wearing a condom."
Rachel's eyes widen, "Ya, and your cum can't touch me." Rachel pauses for a moment. "You must be very experienced in this."
Isaha similes again, "I know and yes, I am."
She bites her bottom lip and asks, "So can I ask, how big are you down there...?"
Isaha lets out a quiet laugh, "Trust me, it's quite big, but I know how to use it and don't worry, you'll be ok."
Rachel then move closer to Isaha, he puts his arm around her back and his hand wraps around to her waist and pulls her in firmly. Rachel's hand then finds his thigh under the table and begins gently brushing it.
In deep soft tone, Isaha says, "So your fiancé tells me you only been with him and 3 other guys. Is this right?"
Still brushing his leg with her hand she replies, "For the most part..."
"For the most part...? What does that mean?" Isaha asks as his hand caresses her side.
Rachel looks down, "Well, a few weeks ago, one of my clients started fondling me and things escalated. It started as an accidental touch when I brushed against his dick and balls and before I know it, I'm laying on the table and his hands were down my pants fingering me and I was stroking his cock. We didn't fuck since the time was up and my phone rang. I've had clients touch me before like rubbing me from the outside of my scrubs but never fingered me before. That's when I bought this idea up to Mark."
Rachel then feels Isaha hand sliding upward towards her breast. She bits her bottom lip. Isaha then asks, "What was it that you let it escalate so far...?"
Rachel's hand then stops brushing Isaha thigh, "It was his cock. It was big. He was also a black guy. I was never attractive to black guys. I really didn't want anything to do with them. But ever since working there, I've been intrigued by the size. My hand was barely able to wrap around his cock."
In a lower tone, Isaha asks, "If the timer wouldn't have gone off, would you have gone farther...? Would you have let him inside of you...?"
Rachel's hand then begins to grip Isaha's leg a little more, "I don't know. I've never been with anyone that big before. I was a little scared."
Rachel then felt Isaha's finger tips brush against the bottom of her breast. As he does this he asks, "Am I making you uncomfortable at all....?"
Rachel's begins breathing deeper and bites her bottom lip, "No..." Rachel feels her heart pound in her chest. Her nipples start to get harder and her pussy is starting to get wetter.
Isaha then takes Rachel's hand that's on his leg and guides up his thigh. Rachel then feels his cock under his pants. Long and thick. Compared to Jerome, it seemed longer and fatter. She then begins to admire it. Gently stroking it up and down as Isaha begin squeezing her breast. Isaha then takes his hand that guided her to his cock and turns her chin to him. "What do you want tonight...?"
Rachel looks deep into his eyes, "I want to feel full..."
(To be continued)
8ヶ月前
