Michael was my first Master; I am grateful to him for opening an exciting world of sexuality. This is a look back at what I have been exposed to sexually including cuckolding and group sex/sharing.
My current Black Lover, whom I will share in future stories, continues to gently push my boundaries, expanding my sexual experiences. This is the story about being shared with other men at Michael’s request.
Michael texted me two months after he transformed me into his slut. He required me to go to a motel to meet a “friend”, who recently did him an important favor. He assured me that he would treat me right; my safety was assured. This made me nervous and a bit confused; he was giving me to another man as a gift or reward. The Reverend somehow was different, Michael was with me, and it was sudden, I had no time to react. Now I was meeting a stranger in two hours at a sleazy motel.
For most of my life, I stayed in top-rated or well-branded hotels, all with clean beds and bathrooms. With Michael, occasionally we went to a Red Roof Inn, which was passable. Other times, we went to motels that had no name except “motel.” The place he sent me to meet this man was one of his go-to places called the “Grand Fountain Inn.”
The Grand Fountain Inn was once a fancy middle-class-style hotel, fifty years ago. There was a large pool, now fenced off and empty of water instead, it contained weeds, beer cans, and other debris. A small diner was at one end, long closed. At the “inns” entrance there was a grand fountain with a large circular pool and broken statues. Now only rainwater and debris filled the fountain. I wondered when the last time it sprayed water high in the air welcoming guests.
I pulled into the parking lot, careful not to run over a beer can, and parked next to a shiny BMW. The parking lot had a few cars, two with flat tires. At one end, an eighteen-wheeler was parked, with graffiti all over its trailer.
The “inn” had two wings with the office in the middle. One wing was a welfare motel, with a few residents sitting on their stoop, admiring the BMW. The far end of the other wing was marginally cleaner, and over time, is where discrete guests were sent, like mine. This wing was unseen from the street by overgrown shrubs and trees, making it ideal for discretion.
My Land Rover was equally out of place as I pulled in next to the BMW at the discrete wing of the motel. The residents were unmoved, they were used to seeing “fancy” people coming and going, for their clandestine sexual needs.
A slim, medium height black man got out of the BMW, his suit was crisp, and his black shoes shined. A handsome man in his fifties, his appearance and BMW bespoke of his success. I wondered what favor he provided Michael, yet that was not my business. I was a gift, dressed as a cheap whore at Michaels’s request.
Michael dictated my dress when meeting him, from classy to a whore, whatever his mood happened to be. This time, he required me in a short skirt, deep v-neck blouse, no bra, and heels.
I left my house dressed respectably and changed at a Dunkin Donuts or McDonald’s’. Most times, no one saw me come and go, yet a few times I got questioning or amusing looks. What’s the matter, never seen a whore before?
Reginald introduced himself and looked me over from top to bottom, a slight smile appeared.
I asked if he got us a room, to which he replied, “Michael assured me you were going to get it.” He added, “I’ll wait here.” He was clearly enjoying his gift, as I walked uneasily to the decrepit office.
Michael would, at times, require me to get a room at this motel. I never got used to the humiliation, even worse when the manager would greet me by name. He knew Michael, he was a regular with his other women. At least, my safety was assured as were our cars. Little consolation however as I entered the office, with carpets and wallpaper that once spoke of being a grand place, no longer.
Larry rose from his newspaper and said, “Well if it isn’t Lisa. You know the rules, no prostitutes allowed in my fine hotel!” He pointed to a sign that said, “Prostitutes aren’t allowed here,” Then he laughed and came out behind the counter, “Let me see what Mike has you wearing this time.”
Larry always smelled of old cigars, his teeth yellow and his hands rough. He ran his dirty hand across my chest. “Nice little Jewish titties. Come on, let ole Larry have a taste.” More laughter.
The first time I had to secure a room, I was mortified, wondering if I was ever going to escape from dirty Larry. He enjoyed feeling my breasts or slapping my ass, this seemed to make him happy. Cheap thrills.
However, I was bolder now, knowing he wouldn’t do anything further because of his respect (or fear) for my Master Michael.
“Come now Larry, I’d give you a heart attack! Can I just get your cleanest room?”, I said gently.
Larry stumbled back to his desk and traded the $50 dollars he asked for in exchange for a well-worn key. The day rate at this motel was on the wall, which was $30. However, Larry said the upcharge was a special rate for whores who want clean rooms. I finally left Larry’s lair and was able to breathe fresh air again.
Reginald looked amused as we met by the old motel door. No wonder, my blouse was pushed aside and dirt from Larry’s grubby hands stained the cheap fabric and was on my chest.
He reached for my Chai necklace, “A Jewish whore, ain’t that something?”
Michael insisted that I always wear a “Star of David” or a “Chai” necklace. Michael once told me he preferred his “girls” wore their crosses while serving him and others. I was his first Jewish woman, and he knew I was devoted to my religion. Being a slut and whore was a major contradiction to my religious beliefs, yet here I was in a sleazy motel, a mere gift.
I didn’t bother fixing my blouse. Reginald put his hand on my ass, and with a squeeze, we entered the room. Larry always gave us his best room, and yet if he considered this room clean, I could only imagine the condition of the others. I guess the extra fee was for a working AC worked, and a room that didn’t smell of smoke. The carpet had not been upgraded since the inn’s grand days in the fifties, and the curtain as well. The bath was marginal, and there was an unopened container of soap, which was unusual. Clearly, the maid missed this one.
I carried with me a small day bag and pulled out a fresh, clean sheet, covering the bed. Even Reginald approved. It amazed me that he would put up with this trashy hotel, with this fancy crisp suit and shiny sports car.
Reginald took charge now, instructing me to undress for him, which I did. My trashy clothes were tossed on the floor. He wanted me to remain in my heels, otherwise, I was naked except for my Chai necklace.
Reginald was fascinated with my necklace, now on my naked body.
He looked around for a chair or a hangar for his expensive suit. He didn’t count on this detail, it was the first time he looked disgusted with Michael’s choice of venues, and I was secretly glad.
He didn’t want me to undress him, so I watched with amusement as he took off each layer, folding it and searching for a clean place on the table. He was in agony; his expensive suit should not be degraded like this.
Reginald had a nice body and smelled good, among the slightly moldy smell of the room. Tight muscles and a nice-sized uncut cock. He approached me and turned me away from him. He wrapped his strong arms and hands around me and felt my small breasts, tweaking my nipples. I closed my eyes and was enjoying his touches.
I tried to forget the sleazy room, he squeezed my breasts lightly and kissed my neck. I could tell this was going to be a pleasant and enjoyable experience. He seemed to be romantic rather than brutish, as he caressed my belly and then my inner thighs, still kissing my neck. I was wet in anticipation; his fingers gently rubbed my pussy lips. He worked slowly; he was not in any hurry; we had the room for three hours.
He held me tight as I squirmed from his touches deep in my vagina. The man knew what he was doing, so why did he want a whore like an experience? He was not treating me like trash.
He turned me, so I was now facing his slim muscular dark body, and gently pushed me to my knees. I looked up at him, but his eyes were closed, so I took his hard thick cock in my small hands and began stroking his long shaft. I fondled his large balls and received my first moan. Perhaps he was also trying not to think of this dirty room.
I began to lick his shaft and pull back his foreskin, suckling his massive cockhead. I had never seen an uncut cock, and certainly never sucked on one, until the day Michael took me.
Reginald became more dominant, gripping my head and hair and controlling my motions as I took his fine manhood in my mouth. Truth is, I prefer a man in control, so I was pleased.
He forced his cock deep and I gagged. My slight uncomforted excited him. However, I had enough experience with large black cocks in my mouth, I adjusted my neck and relaxed, so now his next thrusts were easier to take. I hoped he was not disappointed that I didn’t gag, instead, I moaned. That seemed to satisfy him, so he kept thrusting his cock in and out, faster than trying to hold off his climax. I didn’t mind, I loved the feel of cock in my mouth, and my jaw and neck muscles seem to have gotten stronger with experience.
Yet, I secretly tried to get the man to cum when I knew he was trying to delay ejaculating. I began to flick his cockhead and tighten my lips around his shaft. It’s my little challenge, and I sense he is aware of what I am doing. He gripped my head harder, attempting to gain control once again, but it was too late. He arched his back, grabbed my hair, moaned loudly, and came hard. I knew I won my little game, and the reward was a mouthful of thick, slightly sweet-tasting seed.
His cock became very sensitive so he could not take my continual licks. He quickly withdrew and allowed the last of his seed to drip into my waiting mouth. Some men enjoy being licked and sucked after they come, some men’s cocks become sensitive, almost painful, so they must withdraw.
With my newfound sexual experiences, I have learned so much about the male anatomy, especially their cocks.
It took a few moments until his cock was once again ready for more action. His cock was still hard as he positioned me on the edge bed, face down. My heels, still on my feet, were positioned on the dirty carpet.
He fingered my pussy, touching all the right places. I had a strong orgasm already and yet he brought on another hard one. Reginald was sexually adept, and I was grateful to serve him, I just wish it was in a cleaner hotel room.
I felt his weight on my back as he leaned in, placing his hard cock against my pussy lips. One strong push and he was deep inside me. The way I was positioned on the bed, I felt each thrust throughout my body. He fucked me hard, then slowed to a gentler rhythm, then hard and fast again.
He kissed my neck once again while thrusting his thick cock into my body. Reginald still seemed like a romantic, not like Michael, an alpha-dominant male.
Reginald was just about to come when he pulled his cock out, turned my body, and came into my mouth once again. He was positioned with his cock coming down into my mouth, so it was harder to adjust my neck. I gagged as his cock went deep, hitting my throat. Spurt after spurt of his warm seed made it easier to take his cock deep, a natural lubricant.
It was an incredible turn-on having him cum this way, so dominant. Perhaps he has some alpha male tendencies after all.
He repositioned me on the bed, spooning me, cuddling, softly feeling my breasts, and kissing my neck. We nearly fell asleep in this wonderful gentle position. Suddenly, an alarm went off on his cell phone. We were in the room for three hours and he had to leave for a meeting with his wife.
I do not like to leave the motel alone, afraid that Larry or one of the welfare residents would be around, so I dressed in a hurry. Well, I didn’t have as many articles of clothes to put on as Reginald, so I had a chance to unwrap the soap and wash in the stained sink.
We walked out together, and he asked me to thank Michael for the amazing gift. Interesting, he didn’t thank me, he thanked Michael. I was a mere gift.
One of Michael’s rules was that I was forbidden to contact Reginald or any man that he shared me with. That rule also was made clear to Reginald. That was the hard part of being shared, I would have loved to serve Reginald again. Hopefully, Reginald would do another favor worthy enough to receive me as his reward.
