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Subject: {ASSM} BLACK STALLION ESCORT SERVICE (PART ONE) (ir, celeb, rough) 
Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 18:10:04 -0400
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Here's one I worte a while back, and recently got around to picking back up
again; second chapter follows) 

           BLACK STALLION ESCORT SERVICE (IR, CELEB, ROUGH) 
                     CHAPTER ONE: DISCOVERY 

  I had been in L.A. for about three months, trying to make it as an actor, but
Denzel was right: there just aren't that many roles available for Black men. I
was waiting tables at this little cafĂ(C) on Rodeo drive, hustling tips just to
keep up the payments on my shitty apartment and my equally shitty car. The tips
were OK but the scenery was what kept me there: lots of fine rich white bitches
out spending their husbands' cash. Unfortunately, most of them treated waiters
like cattle, when they bothered noticing them at all. I was getting damn
frustrated with all that fine white poontang flashing what they had, then
looking right through me like I wasn't even there. One day, all that changed. 

  It was another beautiful sunny day in L.A. and the sidewalk tables were
crowded. I was busting ass to keep up with the orders when one of the busboys
nudged me and pointed to a blonde woman being seated at one of my tables. "'Ey,
man, ju know who dat is?" he said in his heavily accented English. 

   I looked where he was pointing. The woman was tall, and I could tell even
from her loose-fitting clothes she had a great figure. Her blonde hair was cut
in a medium length shag cut that gave a softness to her beautiful face. She
looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. 

  "Who?" I asked. 

  "Man, dat's that Sharon Lawrence bitch. She an actress. She used to be on
that NYPD show." He grabbed at his crotch and rolled his eyes. "Man, I like to
cut me a piece o'dat!" 
Sharon was looking around impatiently, so I hurried over to her table without
replying to the busboy. She looked up and the pissed off-expression faded as
she got a good look at me. "Hi!" she said in a warm contralto voice that
sounded like honey dripping off a table. 

  "Hello, I'm Marcus, and I'll be your server today --" I started the usual
opening, but she interrupted me. "Hi, Marcus," she said with another friendly
smile, "I'm Sharon. I'll just have the house salad and water." 

  "Yes, ma'am," I said. "Anything else?" 

   She looked at me for a long second, then looked down at my crotch. She held
the look for a count of three and I felt myself start to harden beneath my
black waiter's pants and apron. Then she looked back up and gave me a smile
that was pure slut--which looked particularly good on her girl-next-door face. 

  'That'll be all --for right now," she said. There was no mistaking what she'd
want for dessert. 

  I got her salad and water and went back to serving other customers, but I
could feel her eyes on me as I went about my job. Then I looked up and she had
left--paid her check and split. I sighed and went back to work. 

   After about a half-hour, the manager called me over. "Marcus," he said. "Ms.
Lawrence left her checkbook at the cashier's desk. She called and asked that
you bring it to her." 

  "Well," I said. "I still have a few tables --" 

  "Never mind that," he said. "We'll cover them. Now get your ass in gear." 

  I took the checkbook and went. All the way there, I alternated between
cursing the manager's attitude and cursing my car, which stalled out at every
red light. Finally, I reached the address I'd been given, a huge mansion in the
Hollywood Hills. I announced myself at the gate and was immediately beeped
through. I parked in front and knocked at the door. When Sharon opened the
door, my eyes almost popped out of my head. She was dressed in a sheer black
silk robe that clung to all her curves and left nothing to the imagination. She
chuckled with amusement at the expression on my face as she invited me in.
"Have a seat in the living room," she said in her soft sexy drawl, "while I go
get a suitable reward for you." 

  "Ummm --" I said brilliantly. "That really won't be --" but she had already
gone, her delectable ass moving beneath the black robe. I sat down on the 
leather couch and looked out at the huge swimming pool. After a few minutes,
Sharon came back in. She stood in front of me, her hands on her hips. "I'm a
little short on cash, "she said, her voice husky. "I guess this'll have to do."
With that, she unbelted the robe and let it fall to the floor. Her body was
perfect, voluptuous yet firm and toned, without an ounce of sag or flab. I was
so surprised that I started to get up, but she gently pushed me back down and
dropped to her knees in front of me. "Relax," she whispered. "Relax and let me
do the work. It's been a long time since I sucked a big black cock." Her eyes
were dancing as she unzipped my fly and pulled out my big Johnson. She moaned
when she saw the size of it. "My god," she whispered. "It's even bigger that I
imagined." She looked up at me, her expression glazed with lust, then slowly
began taking my cock into her mouth. I groaned as her soft lips slid over the
head, then down the length of my shaft. Her eyes closed with pleasure as she
began sucking me. "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned deep in her throat as I filled her
mouth. I leaned back in the chair and enjoyed the sight of Sharon's beautiful
face bobbing up and down on my cock. Her full lips were stretched tight around
my thick meat, but she gradually took more and more of me into her hot wet
mouth until she was deep throating my entire twelve inches. I groaned out loud,
as much with amazement as with pleasure. She looked up at me, her big brown
eyes twinkling impishly. Then she  pulled me out of her mouth and pumped me
slowly with her hand. "Be rough with me," she panted. "I like it rough --make
it rough and nasty --"  I couldn't believe my luck. Here was one of the most
desirable women in Hollywood not only giving me one of the best blowjobs I'd
ever had, but begging me to slut-fuck her in the bargain. I grabbed a handful
of her thick blonde hair and began fucking her mouth brutally. She gagged as I
forced more of my cock into her eagerly working throat, but she didn't try to
pull away. I had a sudden inspiration and   reached down to pick up her robe. I
pulled the belt of the silk robe out and used it to bind her hands behind her
back. I stepped back and looked at her for a minute. She was the perfect
picture of submission, kneeling, her hands bound behind her, panting with lust.
Her tousled hair hung in sweaty strands across her face, but I could see the
glaze of passion in her big brown eyes.  I grabbed her by the hair again and
pulled her head back. She gasped with pain and surprise, but there was a deep
sexual arousal in her whimpering. I hoisted her to her feet by her hair, then
threw her face-down over the arm of the couch. I stepped behind her, grabbed
another handful of her hair, and pulled her back against my cock. She groaned
deep in her throat as my thick shaft parted the lips of her pussy. She was
soaking wet, and the head of my cock slid easily back and forth between the
delicate folds of her cunt as I teased her with it. "Please," she sobbed. "Put
it in. Give it all to me --.I'll do anything, anything you want, but please
fuck me." I let her beg for a minute or two more then shoved myself balls-deep
into Sharon with one massive thrust. She gave one gut wrenching shriek and
started coming. I could feel the muscles of her cunt spasming and contracting
and clutching frantically at my big black dick as I pounded her mercilessly.
"God," she wailed. "It's so good --.it's so fucking big, I can't stop --.I
can't stop coming all over it. Harder, harder, tear me apart with it --" I kept
my hold on her hair and grabbed her cuffed wrists with my other hand, and used
those holds as a handle to pick her up and slam her back against my cock, over
and over as she sobbed and groaned and came again and again. Finally, I felt
her go limp in my grip. She had come so hard she passed out from the repeated
orgasms. I undid her bound wrists, picked her up and carried her to the
bedroom, where I deposited her in her massive king-sized bed. I still hadn't
come, and as I looked down at her magnificent naked body, I thought about
burying myself in her sweet cunt again. But necrophila has never been my style.
 I was just about ready to resign myself to a massive case of blue balls when
Sharon began stirring. Her eyes opened and immediately zeroes in on my
still-erect cock. "My God," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"It's still hard." She beckoned me over to her and lay on her back. "Put it
between my tits," she said. "I want to look at it." I climbed up on the bed and
straddled her. My cock landed between her beautiful tits with a wet plopping
sound that drew another groan from her. "Mmmm --" she said as she grasped her
breasts in her hands to pull them tighter around my cock. "Fuck my tits now --"
I was happy to oblige, especially when she began licking the head of my cock on
the upstroke. "Come," she begged me. "Please come. I want to taste your hot
white come. I want to lick it off my face. " She saw the effect her dirty talk
was having on me and began alternating licks and sucks with her  whispered
diatribe. "You like that, stud?" [Lick] "You like it when your little white
tramp talks dirty?" [Lick, suck] "I want you to fuck me again --" [Long suck]. 
"Anywhere, anyway you want me." [swirl of the tongue around the head}
"Mmmmm.you really are an all-day lollipop, aren't you? Come on, baby, come in
your white slut's mouth." She grabbed my ass in both hands and pulled me to her
hot, eager mouth as I began coming. I hollered out loud and grabbed the bedpost
as I shot spurt after spurt into Sharon's  waiting throat. She swallowed
frantically, but she couldn't contain all of my jizz and some trickled down her
chin. She gave a sultry laugh and licked it up as I pulled out of her mouth. 
    "Mmmmmmmm --.." she said. "I haven't had a fuck that good in ages. " 
    "It was great for me, too," I said. 
     She grinned sluttily. "I know it was." 
     "Definitely worth losing that job," I said. 
      She threw back her head and laughed. "Don't worry, stud, I'll definitely
make it worth your while. Now come back over here and let me suck that big
black dick some more." 
     That was just the beginning. Over the next few hours, we fucked in every
possible position. Sharon particularly liked being on top, riding me slowly as
she looked down and told me in the filthiest language possible how much she was
enjoying my big cock. But her most violent and noisiest orgasms came when I had
her bound or restrained in some way. She really seemed to get off on having me
use her and abuse her. Finally, around midnight, I was all fucked out and
dropped off to sleep. 

  When I woke up the next morning, Sharon wasn't in bed. I got up, found my
clothes, and began to dress. I was a little depressed at the prospect of having
to find another job, since I was pretty sure I was going to be fired at the
restaurant, but what the hell.   Then, as I put my shirt on, I felt a folded
piece of paper in the pocket. I pulled it out and unfolded it. 

  It was a check, signed by Sharon,  for ten thousand dollars. 

  I was puzzled at first, then stunned, then angry. What did she think I was? I
stormed into the kitchen, where Sharon was sitting, dressed only in a silk
robe, reading a script, with a cup of coffee and a grapefruit in front of her.
She looked up at me quizzically as I threw the check down. 

  "What the fuck is this?" I asked. 

   "It's a gift," she said calmly. 

   "What do you think --I'm some sort of whore?"

    She shrugged, still infuriatingly calm. "I figured I'd cost you your job. I
thought I'd make it up to you." 

    "But this is more money than I make in six months!" 

     She arched an eyebrow. "really?  Why do you work a shitty job like that
when you could be making much more money with that wonderful cock of yours?" 

  "I told you, I'm not a --" I stopped and thought. What the hell was I saying?
I had just had one of the best fucks of my life, with a woman thousands of men
were dying to have, and I had just gotten six months' salary for it. Sharon
laughed at the look on my face. I sat down. "Well," I said. "I can't expect
luck like this every day." 

   She put down her coffee cup. "You won't need it. Let me make a call, to a
very reputable service I use. They're always looking for new talent." 

  "Service?" I said. "You mean like --an escort service?" 

   She nodded. "Very upscale, very exclusive. Marcus, when you do what I do,
you don't always have time for a relationship, but like any woman, you still
need a good, hard fuck once in a while. And when your tastes are a like mine, a
little --exotic, you want somebody you can trust, somebody safe, not just a
pickup." 

   "I was just a pickup," I pointed out. 

    She laughed again. "I took a chance. I had a feeling about you." She
stretched luxuriously. "And boy, was I right!" The stretch caused her tits to
press against the front of her robe, and I started getting horny again. I
reached for her and she snuggled into my arms for a moment, her small hand
reaching down to massage my cock through my pants. 

  "God," she groaned. "I thought I'd drained you. But I guess that's impossible
to do." 

   Damn straight, I thought, wrapping my arms around her and grabbing a double
handful of that luscious ass.  She shrugged her shoulders and her robe slipped
off, leaving her naked and squirming in my arms. She drew one leg up and
wrapped in around my upper thigh, pressing her naked pussy against my cock
through my pants. Then her hands were back at my belt. When my pants hit the
floor, I grabbed her wrists in one hand and pinned them against the wall. She
groaned again, raised up on tiptoe, and then my big cock was sliding into that
warm slick pussy. She gave a little hop, and then her legs were around my
waist. I took her standing up, bracing her against the wall, with one hand
cupping her ass and holding her up and the other holding her wrists pinned.
"God! God! God!" she shouted as I pounded her. She began coming, writhing with
bliss on my pole. I let her wrists go and she wrapped them around my neck,
pulling herself even more tightly against me. I carried her to the bedroom like
that, staggering a little with the weight. She almost made me fall with the way
she was squirming on me, but I made it to the bed, where we collapsed, still
fucking wildly. 

   "Tell me when you're going to come," she panted. "When you come I want you
in my mouth. Please? Won't you come in my mouth?" 

   "That'll be a while yet, bitch," I assured her. "We got some more fucking to
do." She moaned at that and began coming again. I fucked her like that through
two more orgasms, then I felt my own cum building up in my balls. "I'm ready,
bitch," I grunted. 

   "Then come on my face," she groaned. "I want to feel your hot come on my
face." 
I pulled out and moved up her body, dangling my dick over her sweaty, panting
face as I milked it with one hand. She stuck out her tongue and licked at the
head delicately, like a cat licking cream. I groaned and began spurting long,
thick jets of hot jism over her lips, her tongue, her cheeks. She groaned again
and brought her hand up to her face, rubbing my come into her skin. She looked
so hot and slutty doing that that I came as hard as I ever did in my life. 

  Afterwards, we lay together on the bed for a few moments, then she jumped up.
I heard her moving around in the next room and figured she was getting dressed.
I dozed for a while until I hear her talking on the phone. 

   "I swear to god, twelve inches. And thick. And he can last for what seems
like forever." 

   I sat up. She had to be talking about me. I felt a momentary flush of
embarrassment, but as I listened to her going on, I had to grin. She ended the
conversation by saying "Three o'clock then? Good." Then she laughed. "It's a
temptation, but I won't." I was puzzled by that. 

   Sharon came back in, dressed in a sharp tailored business suit. She handed
me a sheet of paper. "Can you be at this address at 3:00 O'clock?" she asked. 

    -~What is it?" I said. 

    She grinned. "A job interview. For a job where your talents won't be
wasted." 

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