My world changed forever that evening at the camp. I entered the cabin a sexually bored Jewish housewife and left the property of Michael. There is no way to prepare for what happened to me. Michael made the decision that I needed a spark, he detected a need deep within me. He was man enough to act on his instincts.
I drove home that night, my mind racing. Did I do or say anything over the last few days to give Michael the incentive to act? It wasn’t how I dressed; I was certain. We didn’t discuss my home life or anything personal. For more than ten years, we were professional. We were friendly, but not friends. We never met for drinks or had any social contact. He met my husband at a few camp socials, and I met his wife.
Yet he detected my need and acted.
Men from Temple acted, but their approach was to nervously ask if I wanted to meet for a drink. Michael didn’t need a drink; he went right for the prize. Maybe if I’d reacted negatively to his advance, he would have quickly apologized before anything happened. He stroked my hair. I didn’t act alarmed, so he put his arm around my neck. I didn’t protest, so he took his prey. In fact, I was frozen.
In the years since Michael’s bold move, I have experienced other black men who acted, not asked. I can’t explain how these men, alpha males, were so self-assured and bold. It is uncanny how they would know or sense that I am open to their advances, even from a distance. A story for another time is that of a young man, an employee of a Target store, sensing I was a blackened slut. With a few strong authoritative words, had me servicing him fifteen minutes later.
Back to Michael.
I arrived home. Thankfully my husband was traveling. The house was dark. I poured some wine, then took the whole bottle upstairs to my jacuzzi tub. I undressed and looked at my naked self in the mirror. I felt an odd sense of pride, looking at myself. I was wanted. I beamed.
The jacuzzi bubbles felt good, as did the wine. Then guilt and shame entered my mind, trying to crowd out the feeling of lust and desire. Desire for a black man!
My dreams that night was of Michael. His dark body, his large cock. His power. I retraced everything that happened that evening.
The next day, I could hardly get through the day without thinking of Michael. It wasn’t love, it was a lust, a desire to have his hands on my body. His cock inside me. I wasn’t going to see Michael for a few days, when the camp opens. I was hoping he would call me. The guilt was back, especially when my husband arrived home. Would he detect a change in me? Yet, I felt like a teen in love.
I arrived at the camp and Michael was already getting the check-in booth setup. There were volunteers all over the camp. How would I react seeing Michael? I tripped on my own feet as I approached Michael. I was embarrassed, acting like a silly teen. He gave me a sly smiled, sensing my nervousness, but he was the usual professional Michael.
When we were alone, he whispered in a clear authoritative voice, “Meet me at the lake cabin in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.” Then he walked off.
Michael never spoke to me in that tone before. Well, that was before the evening in the cabin. This will take some getting used to.
The lake cabin was separate from the main camp. It was locked and never used. Even with the camp full of people, the lake cabin was private. I arrived five minutes early. I unlocked the cabin. I was the only one with a key. I looked around and didn’t see anyone. I slipped in and left the door slightly ajar.
There was a bunk in the cabin with a few small boxes. Blankets were stored in one of the boxes. I didn’t know whether I should set the bunk bed. I moved the boxes to the floor. Michael walked in and closed the door. The cabin was dimly lit by a small dirty window with old curtains mostly closed.
I just stood there; what could I possibly say? I was his prey; he was my predator. A mouse to the cat. He instructed me, in that same authoritative voice, “Miss me, my Jew Slut?”
I replied, “Yes, Sir.”
He went on, “Good. This will be the start of your learning how to serve me as my slave. I expect obedience, understand, Jew Slut?”
I nodded my head, but that wasn’t good enough. He repeated himself, and I replied, “Yes, SIR.”
He nodded approval. He told me to remove my clothes and present my body for his inspection. This is a strange new world for me. Present my body for inspection? Slave? Jew Slut?
I did as he required, standing naked in front of him, ready for inspection. He touched me wherever he wished. Probed inside my vagina, twisting my nipple, and slapping my ass. I was feeling desire and lust for this man as the inspection went on. I was getting wet, my nipples erect. He noticed and was satisfied.
He had me undress him, carefully putting his clothes on a chair. I was on my knees pulled off his jeans and boxers. He grabbed my head, and I was taking his enormous cock in my mouth. It would take weeks for me to get used to his size. He showed me how to handle his un-cut cock as well. So much to learn, but I was a willing student.
He came fast and hard. It would take the same time getting used to his high volume of seed. He would slap me if I let some of the cum drip out of my mouth. Learning.
Then he put me on all fours, my arms resting on the bunk bed. I assumed he was going to fuck me. I was eager for his cock to be inside me. I felt him put cream on my ass. His finger pressing inside my anal area, moving all around.
He wasn’t going to fuck me! I tensed up. He spanked me hard, commanding me to relax. Relax? After a hard spanking? I took deep breathes and closed my eyes and tried not to think of his large cock entering my ass, splitting my tiny body in half.
He put his large fingers in my vagina and touched me expertly, till I had a strong orgasm. That relaxed me somewhat and it was then I felt his cock push into me anally. I felt a little pain as he pushed in, but then I felt a new pleasure. It still hurt but his cock felt good inside me too. Pleasure and pain.
He entered me mercifully slowly. I felt his balls against by ass and knew he was all the way inside me. I could see nothing. I wondered what we looked like, his large cock inside my anally.
The pleasure was indescribable. Pain mixed with pleasure, but I was happy he didn’t split me in two, as I feared. He pumped slowly in and out. His moans were so strong. Then I felt his cock grow thicker and he pulled mostly out, so only his cockhead was inside me. He came and I felt his warm seed in and on my ass.
He jerked his last spurts on my back and hair. I collapsed on the bed. I didn’t get up, I couldn’t move. I sensed Michael was dressing.
He leaned over me and stroked my hair and kissed the back of my neck. In a soft, kind voice, he told me I did good. He called me Kitten now, not Jew Slut. He made me feel special and wanted. I felt a wave of pleasure course through my body.
Still speaking kindly, he said, “Take your time Kitten, I will cover for you until you can walk.” Kissing my neck once again, he got up and left.
I was happy. I felt like a soft, furry kitten. It was then I tried to stand up and found it difficult. Not painful, just stiff. Michael had said to take my time until I can walk. I stood and stretched, cum pouring down my legs. There was no mirror in the cabin. Using my phone, I saw how disheveled I was. It took time and effort to get to a presentable and to move my legs.
Michael was greeting the kids coming off the busses that just arrived. I was the manager of this camp, so I joined him in welcoming each child. Michael acted like nothing happened, while my mind raced. At one point, Michael turned to me and said, “Lisa, are you with us?”
I answered, “Yes, Sir.” Maybe too strong on the sir. I realized my error. Michael looked at me and grinned.
There were two young black boys, maybe ten to twelve years old. They saw Michael grin and heard me call him sir. They grinned. The same grin as Michael. I felt a chill.
Later, I wondered if these boys would be Alpha black men. Could they possibly know why I called Michael sir? Would they have a white women kneel for them?
I returned to my professional self and checked in the rest of the campers so they could begin their adventure at the camp. When the boys were all checked in, Michael looked at me and in a low but strong voice said, “Ready for more lessons, Jew Slut?”
“Yes, SIR!”
