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Authors: Caelia Portier
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I took a shot of brandy to ease my nerves, and got ready. I wore all black, even black lipstick, which I rarely do. Vincent had warned me about the party's BDSM theme, and I wanted to fit in.
I wore a black thong under a black dress, and black high heels. I laughed, and thought about wearing an orange vest, just in case oncoming cars couldn't see me at night.
I looked at my butt in my full-length bedroom mirror, and thought, they'd be blind, not to notice an ass like mine.
My phone vibrated, and I answered.
“Someone's there to pick you up, whenever you're ready,” Vincent said.
“You sent someone to pick me up?” I asked. “Why?”
“I told you, Amber, my parties are fucking amazing. You didn't think I was going to make you drive yourself, did you?”
“Well, yea, I guess I did,” I admitted.
“Not a chance. See you when you get here,” Vincent said, and ended the call.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror, liked what I saw, and walked out of my house.
Parked in front of my house, was something I'd never seen before. It was a stretch limo, but it looked like a Dodge Charger.
A stretch…Charger? That's awesome!
The driver got out of the car. He was tall, attractive, and black.
“Good evening, Miss Townsend,” he said.
“Amber's fine,” I said, and walked over to him. “Your car is amazing.”
“It's your car for the night,” he said. “Mr. Davenport likes to send limos for his guests, but he wanted to do something special for you. Since you like Dodge Chargers, he sent you a Dodge Charger limo.”
I ran my hands across the side of the car. “Vincent remembered that?”
“I guess he did, Miss...er, I mean, Amber.”
“That was so long ago, when I told him that. I'm surprised that he remembered.” I looked at the driver. “And you’re my Chauffeur?”
“That's right, Amber.”
“What's your name?” I asked. “Not Mr. This, or Mr. That, but what's your first name?”
He laughed. “Jamal.”
“Nice to meet you, Jamal,” I said, and held out my hand.
Jamal kissed the top of my hand. “The pleasure is all mine,” he said.
I blushed.
Jamal opened the door for me, and I climbed in. I noticed him take his cap off. He held it, and looked at it nervously, as he stood next to the door.
“Was there something else?” I asked.
“Mr. Davenport wanted me to offer you something to relax you. Anything at all, Miss, um, Amber.”
“Are you talking about drugs?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” he said, and sat down next to me, in the car. “Expensive champagne, wine...” He paused, and then looked at his lap. He took my hand, and placed it on his crotch. “Anything.”
Jamal’s dick was huge, and hard. I wanted it.
“Mm, gracious. But it's… so big ,” I said, wide-eyed.
“It's yours if you want it, Miss Amber.”
“No need to be so polite, Jamal. I think we can consider ourselves friends now.”
“I agree,” he said, and unbuckled his belt.
I got down in the floor, unzipped his pants, and struggled to pull his enormous black cock out. Finally, I succeeded. I held my forearm up to it, and saw that they matched in size.
“You're huge ,” I said. “I don’t even know if—”
“Yea, that big dick should loosen you up really good for Mr. Davenport's party.” Jamal looked down at me lasciviously.
I slapped Jamal's cock against my tongue. “Are you sure this is what Vincent wanted?”
“Mr. Davenport was very clear about my orders.”
I sucked the head of Jamal's cock, and flicked my tongue in circles around the tip.
“Are you going to put that big, black cock in my pussy?”
“Fuck,” Jamal said, “I hope that's what you want. I'm supposed to do what you tell me.”
“That's what I want,” I said, and put as much cock as I could fit into my mouth. I could only go
I wore a black thong under a black dress, and black high heels. I laughed, and thought about wearing an orange vest, just in case oncoming cars couldn't see me at night.
I looked at my butt in my full-length bedroom mirror, and thought, they'd be blind, not to notice an ass like mine.
My phone vibrated, and I answered.
“Someone's there to pick you up, whenever you're ready,” Vincent said.
“You sent someone to pick me up?” I asked. “Why?”
“I told you, Amber, my parties are fucking amazing. You didn't think I was going to make you drive yourself, did you?”
“Well, yea, I guess I did,” I admitted.
“Not a chance. See you when you get here,” Vincent said, and ended the call.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror, liked what I saw, and walked out of my house.
Parked in front of my house, was something I'd never seen before. It was a stretch limo, but it looked like a Dodge Charger.
A stretch…Charger? That's awesome!
The driver got out of the car. He was tall, attractive, and black.
“Good evening, Miss Townsend,” he said.
“Amber's fine,” I said, and walked over to him. “Your car is amazing.”
“It's your car for the night,” he said. “Mr. Davenport likes to send limos for his guests, but he wanted to do something special for you. Since you like Dodge Chargers, he sent you a Dodge Charger limo.”
I ran my hands across the side of the car. “Vincent remembered that?”
“I guess he did, Miss...er, I mean, Amber.”
“That was so long ago, when I told him that. I'm surprised that he remembered.” I looked at the driver. “And you’re my Chauffeur?”
“That's right, Amber.”
“What's your name?” I asked. “Not Mr. This, or Mr. That, but what's your first name?”
He laughed. “Jamal.”
“Nice to meet you, Jamal,” I said, and held out my hand.
Jamal kissed the top of my hand. “The pleasure is all mine,” he said.
I blushed.
Jamal opened the door for me, and I climbed in. I noticed him take his cap off. He held it, and looked at it nervously, as he stood next to the door.
“Was there something else?” I asked.
“Mr. Davenport wanted me to offer you something to relax you. Anything at all, Miss, um, Amber.”
“Are you talking about drugs?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” he said, and sat down next to me, in the car. “Expensive champagne, wine...” He paused, and then looked at his lap. He took my hand, and placed it on his crotch. “Anything.”
Jamal’s dick was huge, and hard. I wanted it.
“Mm, gracious. But it's… so big ,” I said, wide-eyed.
“It's yours if you want it, Miss Amber.”
“No need to be so polite, Jamal. I think we can consider ourselves friends now.”
“I agree,” he said, and unbuckled his belt.
I got down in the floor, unzipped his pants, and struggled to pull his enormous black cock out. Finally, I succeeded. I held my forearm up to it, and saw that they matched in size.
“You're huge ,” I said. “I don’t even know if—”
“Yea, that big dick should loosen you up really good for Mr. Davenport's party.” Jamal looked down at me lasciviously.
I slapped Jamal's cock against my tongue. “Are you sure this is what Vincent wanted?”
“Mr. Davenport was very clear about my orders.”
I sucked the head of Jamal's cock, and flicked my tongue in circles around the tip.
“Are you going to put that big, black cock in my pussy?”
“Fuck,” Jamal said, “I hope that's what you want. I'm supposed to do what you tell me.”
“That's what I want,” I said, and put as much cock as I could fit into my mouth. I could only go
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