It has been nearly a year since Michael moved to the west coast. He was my first interracial experience and eventually, he placed his collar on me and he became my Master. Since he moved away, I have met and served a few black men, yet no one comes close to Michael, I missed him terribly. Michael has recommended men to me in the last few months, nice men but for one reason or another, they would not become my masters.
Michael was in town this week for the holidays and granted me time, I was excited. We were to meet at an upscale hotel, a bit more distant than I would have preferred, but for Michael, his wish was my command. As was Michael’s custom, he instructed me to dress for the meeting, so I wore a long skirt, light sweater, no bra, and heels. He wanted my Star of David necklace to show prominent, as well as my wedding ring.
I arrived at the hotel and the valet parked my car. Another man opened the lobby door for me – it was all first class. I was to wait for Michael in the bar, which was busy with holiday travelers. The bar seating was half full of travelers, so I found a seat near the quiet end and waited. The bartender, a polite young man came over and asked if I was Lisa. I was surprised, but I told him I was and that I was waiting for someone. He told me that Mr. Ronson would be here shortly and in the meantime, any drink I wanted was on the house. I asked for a Chardonnay and wondered who this Mr. Ronson was since that is not Michael’s name.
I sipped my wine, and a distinguished man approached me, a strong dark-skinned black man in a well-fitted suit, wearing a wedding band and a nametag, “Mr. Ronson, General Manager.”
He asked, “Are you, Lisa? I nodded, and he continued, “Michael will be delayed, may I take this seat?”
I nodded and said, “Of course.”
I was confused, but this man was so good-looking, appearing to be in his late thirties or early forties. He turned to the bartender, “Jeremy, scotch neat.”
The tall slender black bartender replied, “Yes Sir, Mr. Ronson, coming right up.”
Mr. Ronson introduced himself, “I am Marcus, the General Manager of this little hotel.”
He has a sense of humor, as this hotel is quite large, he continued, “I have known Michael since he saved me from the street.”
He pointed to a scar on his neck and said, “It’s my badge of survival, as are the other scars elsewhere on my body.”
Michael has a few nasty scars from his days on the street, I assumed he was in a gang. I never asked, even when we were friends working together. It was not a life I understood, being Jewish in the suburbs.
Marcus sipped his scotch and retrieved an envelope from his suit pocket and handed it to me. Opening it, I began to read the note, “Lisa, my apology, I am delayed however I will see you shortly. Please accommodate Marcus as you would me, make me proud. He is a good man; you may find him quite to your liking, so show him the slut you are. “
The note continued, “He will only have a short time with you, however when he has finished, please shower, make the bed, and wait for my arrival. You may wear the robe that is in the room. Be a good slut now and let Mr. Ronson know that you understand your role. Thank you, my pet, see you soon.”
He signed it, “Your Master.”
I looked up and Marcus was already checking out his gift from Michael and smiling. He knew what the letter contained.
He cleared his voice and said, “Do you understand your Master’s commands, Lisa.”
I replied, submissive but also eager, “Yes Sir, Marcus.”
He corrected me, requiring me to call him Mr. Ronson or Sir.
I had not expected this change of events, but Marcus was a man that might be a good Master. Michael knows that I need a strong Master to guide and control me, and Mr. Ronson might be such a man. I finished my wine and Mr. Ronson took the glass from me and said that he has an hour, let’s not waste it here.
As we walked out of the bar, I saw the bartender grinning, he was holding the note from Michael.
Once in the elevator, Mr. Ronson was feeling my ass and reached for my vagina, with a light squeeze. His strong hands felt good, as I pushed my vagina against his hand. I didn’t mind letting him know that I wanted to please him. With that, he pressed his finger into the vulva, and I felt an intense orgasm boiling up, I wanted to scream right there in the elevator.
As the elevator slowed to our floor, he pulled his hand away and lead me to the room. It was a large room, with nice views and a large bed. He told me to undress and restarted to feel my body with his hands, his fingers into my vagina, but with his other hand, he held my chin tight. He wanted complete control of my body, I felt his dominance and felt myself slipping into a deeper submissiveness. This was pure heaven for me, to be controlled so completely.
Then he undressed, taking each article of clothes off and laying it gently on a chair, and then lowered me to my knees. He had me remove his boxer shorts and reveal his thick large un-cut cock. He held the back of my head, peeling back the foreskin, and pushed his shaft into my mouth, deep and hard.
He was vocal with commands, such as, “Lick my cockhead, slut.” He would also exclaim that he never had a Jewish married whore before. I wondered to myself do all black men have such an affinity for Jewish ladies?
His thrusts were strong and forceful, realizing he didn’t have much time to “use” me. I reached for his large hard balls, as his legs stiffened, and his moans got loud. He was coming, I could feel his seed begin its journey up his shaft and with a strong moan, he came very hard in my mouth. So many strong spurts, as he held my head tight so I couldn’t escape his cock. I did not want to let his cock go, although I had trouble swallowing all his seed. Some dribbled out my mouth and when he finally withdrew, he looked disappointed and with his finger, scooped up the seed from my face and demanded I lick it off, which I did.
I was out of breath, as he had me lean on the bed face down on all fours. His fingers manipulated my soaked vagina and brought me to the edge of a strong orgasm, yet he stopped. Once again, he was demonstrating control over my body, I twisted with the agony of not climaxing.
He leaned over me, gripping me hard and I felt his still-hard cock enter my vagina, deep all the way to my cervix, he couldn’t stop my hard orgasm this time. Then just before he climaxed again, he pulled his cock out and gently pushed it into me anally.
I haven’t had anal sex in a while and even then, had only had it a few times. Thankfully Mr. Ronson was gentle, as his girth would have ripped me. Once he was able to get his cock into me, and my body relaxed, he began to pump me with a nice rhythm. I felt his shaft get stronger and thicker, his moans louder, as he came in me. His seed was warm, and he had nearly as many spurts and incredible stamina.
He withdrew his cock and jerked his cock, getting the last seed to leap all over my back.
Then he rolled me over and lay down, cuddling me and stroking my hair. He complimented my stamina and my eagerness to please, I remained silent, I felt nice and appreciated.
Mr. Ronson looked at the clock next to the bed, he was late for his meeting. He laughed and said since he was the boss, they won’t mind. He washed off and dressed and reminded me that my master would be here soon. He patted my head and said I would make a nice addition to his stable.
He left the room, and I was happy to have pleased this man. Michael will be coming soon, and a feeling of panic washed over me. I quickly straightened the room and then heard a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting Michael to so quickly, I put on the nice soft courtesy robe and loosely tied it across my waist, and went to the door. Looking through the security hole, it wasn’t Michael, instead, it was the young bartender.
I felt an immediate attraction to this young man when I saw him behind the bar. Why was he here, I wondered. I opened the door and he said, “I have some Prosecco on ice, courtesy of Mr. Ronson, may I come in?”
I opened the door, and he brought the Prosecco in a fancy ice container. I saw his name tag and recalled Mr. Ronson calling him Jeremy. The young tall black man looked around the room, my clothes were thrown around the floor and my robe was slightly open. How could he miss the smell of sex in the room as well?
After placing the two glasses on the table, he mentioned that Michael would arrive in fifteen minutes, and, with a grin, added, “You had best clean this room and get in the shower, Lisa.”
This confirmed to me that he had read the note.
I felt embarrassed and with his grin, I felt like a whore in front of this young man. He noticed my mood change and said, “Mr. Ronson is a good man, he appreciated you.”
His grin widened, adding, “Hopefully I will see you again, Lisa.”
I thanked Jeremy and I was also hopeful I would see him again.
After rushing to clean the room and shower, I was in the comfortable robe, sipping the Prosecco when Michael arrived.
I was glad to see my old Master, I got up and stood before him, and he stroked my hair. We went to the couch where he untied the belt and opened my robe. We shared the Prosecco, talking while with his other hand he lightly grabbed my chest and squeezed my nipples.
He shared that Marcus approved of my behavior and my attention to his needs. I felt like a child getting a good grade, I felt pride. He looked around the room and remarked how well I followed his directions, then motioned me to the bed.
He removed my robe, and I knelt while he undressed. I wanted Michael, I wanted him so badly. I began to please his large cock, letting him enjoy my mouth while he held my head, controlling my motion. I could sense he was nearly ready to come when he stopped and laid me on the bed. He entered my vagina and I was in heaven as he thrust his cock deep and hard, reaching my well-used cervix. His thrusts were hard and as his body stiffened, he came with so many spurts of his wonderful seed.
He withdrew and immediately move me up, propping my head on the overstuffed pillows, and once again, his cock was in my mouth. I tasted his seed and my own juices. He started slow and built up his motion, with his cock going deep in my mouth, his cockhead hit my throat, but I was relaxed and was able to handle the gag reflex. He came and memories of the first time he took me filled my head, while I swallowed all his wonderful warm seed.
Afterward, we cuddled on the bed, stroking my hair, his words of praise filled me with pride. We lay on the bed for nearly an hour, occasionally drinking the cold Prosecco. He left me but assured me that Marcus would be a worthy master and reminded me to always please and obey him.
I stayed in the room for another hour, showering once again, and then left the room. In the lobby, Mr. Ronson was talking to the desk clerk when he spotted me. He came over and told me that he will be calling me soon, and whispered, you are a good and worthy slut. Then he left, walking down one of the hallways.
As my car was brought up, I spotted Jeremy watching me, and then he was gone too. And I left feeling that I was indeed a worthy slut who may have found my new master.
