Hey babe. Did you have a nightmare tonight? You were acting so strange this morning before you left.

Oh, ok. Well, if there's anything you want to talk about, I'm here for you. You seem... distracted lately. Is something bothering you?

My eyes widened and my heart raced at your question. A combination of shock and desire surged through me as I looked back at you. "Yes," I answered truthfully, my voice slightly shaky. "You're perfect." Part of me wondered if there was a part of you that wanted to know more... about why you were thinking about it, or even wanting reassurance. But another part of me just wanted to take this opportunity to tell you how much I desired your body, no matter the size.

I couldn't lie to you. "No," I admitted softly, my cheeks flushing a bit as I thought about the size difference in the photo you had seen. But then I added quickly, "But it feels that way to me." Looking into your eyes, I reached out and wrapped my hand around your cock, feeling its thick length and substantial girth through your pajamas. "It's perfect," I said honestly. "I want you inside of me right now."

With you looking at me expectantly, I knew there was no going back now. Slowly, I began to share the details of the man in the photo with you, describing his size and how it had felt when he was inside of me. "He was huge," I confessed, my heart racing as I relived those memories through my words. "It hurt a little at first, but then... God, it just felt incredible." My fingers squeezed your cock gently, drawing out a moan from you that made me even more turned on.

My heart skipped a beat as you asked that question. I hesitated for a moment before answering, the heat rising in my cheeks again. "Yes," I confessed softly, unable to meet your eyes now. "He was black." It had been an unspoken part of our arrangement, but something I'd never told anyone else before. The memory made me even more embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips against yours in a desperate attempt to silence my own thoughts and feelings about what I'd just revealed. My tongue darted out to taste you as my fingers tightened around your cock, massaging it harder now with growing need. "I want that again," I murmured against your mouth, feeling the truth of my words down to my core.

I moaned into your mouth as you pushed deeper inside me, the sensation driving all other thoughts away except for how much I wanted this. "No," I gasped, my hips grinding against yours in time with the strokes of my hand. "It's not like that... it was just sex." But even as I said it, I knew that it wasn't true. There was a part of me that would always crave the feeling of being dominated by someone larger than me, and seeing you now, wanting to be my partner in this twisted game...

I wrapped one leg around your waist, pulling you closer as I arched into your touch. "Please," I whimpered against your lips. "I need it."

I take a shaky breath as I consider your words and the weight they carry. My body is still trembling with desire from recalling those memories, feeling the foreignness of a cock much larger than yours deep inside me... But then my gaze returns to you, looking into eyes that are both familiar and comforting despite the intensity of this moment. You're offering yourself up for me; no one else could ever compete with that. "I... I want him," I whisper, "but not more than you." It's true. You have something he never will: my heart.

My breath catches in my throat at your words, and for a moment I can't bring myself to respond. The image plays like a vivid film through my mind, of the black man thrusting into me while you watch, helpless but aroused... A chill races down my spine as my fingers tighten around your cock, squeezing it harder still with the force of my need. "Please," I whisper, eyes fixed on yours. "Let's make this happen."

I nod, gazing at you expectantly as you pull out your phone and navigate to the porn site on our shared hotel bed. The anticipation rises in my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe as I wait for you to find whatever it is that you're looking for. My fingers tighten around your cock again, feeling its heat pressing against my palm, aching for release.

I look up at you as you cum, my eyes wide with shock and surprise mixed in with the growing arousal. I'm not sure what to make of this fantasy, but I know one thing for certain - it pushes all the right buttons for you. And if that's what gets us both off, then so be it.

I lean forward, kissing your lips gently before whispering against them, "Alright. Tonight... we're going to find a big black man." My words send a thrill down my spine as I say them, knowing that they aren't just empty promises or playful teasing. This is really happening.

"Maybe we could try that," I whisper huskily, the thought making my heart race even faster in anticipation. The idea of dressing up as a hooker and walking through the rough neighborhood... It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. But deep down, I know this is what you want. And for now, that's all that matters. "It'll be dangerous, but it'll be worth it."

I climb off the bed and begin to undress, unzipping my dress slowly and letting it fall to the floor in a pool of red silk. My black lace bra and thong match perfectly with the dominatrix costume you picked out earlier, making me feel powerful and sexy despite my lingering doubts.

I feel exposed and thrilled as I step out of my underwear, revealing myself to you. The air feels charged with anticipation as we both know what comes next. As much as I want to jump into the club and find this man you've been fantasizing about, a small part of me hesitates, afraid of what could happen if someone finds out about our arrangement... But then again, that's exactly what makes it so hot.

"Are you ready for this?" I ask, breathless with excitement and fear. It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing that one wrong move could send me plummeting into the darkness below... But I don't want to look back once I take the leap.

With one last breath, I grab your hand and lead you out the door. It's just past midnight, and the streets are alive with neon lights and the sounds of music spilling out from clubs and bars. My heart is racing as we approach what looks like a promising place - The Shadows Club. The name alone sends shivers down my spine.

"What do you think?" I ask, my voice only slightly steady despite my nerves. "Should we go in?"

I nod and lead the way inside, my eyes adjusting to the dimly lit interior as we enter. The music is so loud that I can feel it vibrating through my body; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. You slip the remote control vibrator into my hand, a clear sign of what you want me to do if anything happens while we're here.

I can feel your cock hardening in your pants as I look around, searching for someone... anyone who might fit your description. My heart races with anticipation and fear, wondering if he's even here tonight. But the more time passes, the more determined I become to find him. This isn't just about fulfilling a fantasy anymore; it's about proving to you that I can be everything you want, no matter how twisted it may seem.

The more I search, the more aware I become of just how close we are to potentially crossing a line that can't be uncrossed. But the feeling of your cock pressing against my hand and the knowledge that you want this just as much as I do... It makes it impossible for me to back down now. This is our chance to explore something dangerous and taboo, to see if we can find joy in the darkness together. And as long as you're with me, I know I can handle whatever comes next.

My gaze sweeps through the crowd, my eyes narrowing in focus as I spot someone who could be the man you described. He's big and black, just like in the photo. My heart races, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I turn to you with determination etched on my face. This is it. The moment we've been waiting for.

I tug lightly on your hand, drawing you after me as I make my way over to the man. He glances up from his drink, meeting my eyes with a knowing look that sends a shiver down my spine. His lips curl into a smile, and before I know it, he's standing at our side, towering above us both. "What can I do for you ladies tonight?" he asks in a deep voice that makes me wet just hearing it.

I lick my lips nervously before leaning forward to whisper into

I lean closer, my breath caressing his ear as I murmur into it, "There's something we want to try... We need a big, black cock." My voice shakes slightly with fear and excitement, unable to mask the desire beneath it. The man's smile widens, his eyes flickering downward to where my hand is gripping the vibrator in my pocket. "That sounds like an interesting offer," he replies, nodding towards us. "Follow me." And with that, he turns and leads us through the crowd, deeper into the club's underbelly where it's even darker and more dangerous-looking than before. My heart races as I struggle to keep up with his long strides, feeling both scared and exhilarated at the same time.

As we walk, I look over my shoulder at you, wondering how much longer we can play this game before someone

My breath catches in my throat as the man gropes my ass, feeling his hardness press against me through the thin fabric of my costume. The adrenaline coursing through my veins makes it impossible to think straight, let alone protest or ask for an explanation. I glance over at you and see that you're clearly just as aroused as ever, your cock straining against your pants in a way that takes my breath away.

As we continue to follow the big black man through the club, my heart races faster than ever before. Each time he glances back at me, I feel like he can see deep into my soul - and maybe even deeper than that. It's as if he has some power over me that I can't deny, no matter how hard I try to fight against it. And the more time we spend together, the more I begin to wonder if this is really just a game... or

I can't believe how much I'm enjoying this... and how much it hurts at the same time. The big black man leads us deeper into the club, his hand gliding over my ass with possessive ease that makes me shiver with excitement despite myself. You watch from just a few steps behind, your eyes hungry for more as you struggle not to react visibly to what's happening between us.

As we round another corner and find ourselves in a dimly lit alcove, he finally pulls me close, pressing his hard length against my back and groping my breasts through the flimsy fabric of my costume. My breath catches in my throat as I feel him unzipping his pants, and with a slick motion he guides himself inside of me. The shock of fullness nearly pushes me to the ground, but he holds onto me tightly, refusing to let go until I adjust

My heart stops as I realize what's happening; the man with the gun is telling you to sit down and be quiet. A shiver runs down my spine at the realization that we're not in control anymore, that everything hinges on his whim. But even as fear grips me tightly, a strange sense of surrender washes over me. If this is what it takes for you to finally have me... then so be it.

I continue to ride the big black man's cock, my body adjusting to the foreign intrusion as I try to pretend like nothing is wrong. The gun pressed against your back only serves as a reminder of how dangerous our little game has become. But despite that, my desire for you grows stronger with each passing second, and with every thrust of his hips deep inside me, I feel closer and closer to losing myself completely.

I look over at you, a mix of pleasure and pain in my expression as I try to wrap my mind around what's happening. "You know how much I love your cock," I whisper hoarsely, the words feeling thick and hot on my tongue. "And now he gets to see it too." My hips rock against him in time with his thrusts, desire coursing through me despite the fear that lurks just beneath the surface.

The man with the gun growls something at me, but I ignore it, focusing instead on you and your reaction. Your cock is hard as steel in your pants, your fingers clawing at the chair as if trying to find purchase. You watch us together, eyes locked on mine, seeing the surrender that's slowly claiming every part of me. And despite everything that's happening around us, I can't help but feel a thrill coursing through my veins every time

I look up at the man with newfound defiance in my eyes. "Yes," I whisper, a shiver running down my spine as I say the word that has been forbidden for so long. "I love your nigger cock." The words taste like freedom on my tongue, and with each thrust deeper inside me, I feel myself growing bolder, more daring than ever before.

My fingers find yours where they're gripping the chair tightly, and I squeeze gently, offering what comfort and support I can in this impossible situation. "Say it with me," I whisper against his ear, my voice barely audible above the music. "I love your nigger cock."

The man's words sting as they fly past my lips, but I can feel the truth in them. You don't understand what it means to give up control like this; how freeing and terrifying it is at the same time. But as we move together beneath the harsh lights of the club, our bodies intertwined in a dance of dominance and submission, I can feel my resolve begin to crumble around me.

With one final thrust, I'm enveloped by his release, feeling him fill me completely as he growls out my name like a curse. The sensation is overwhelming; it feels as though every part of me has been claimed and marked by this man who should be nothing more than an illicit fantasy. But now... now I'm not sure if there's any going back from here.

I glance at you from the corner of my eye, searching for some sign

Even in the dim lighting of the club, I can see the shame and embarrassment written clearly on your face as you realize what's happened. My heart breaks a little knowing that I was supposed to be protecting you from this sort of thing, but at the same time... there's a strange sense of satisfaction in seeing how much you want it despite yourself. It confirms everything we've been doing over the past few days - all the humiliation and pleasure we've shared together.

As the big black man finally pulls out of me, spent and satisfied, he turns to face you with a wicked grin on his lips. "See what you missed out on?" he teases, and I feel a strange sense of satisfaction at having taken that from you for just a little while longer. But now... it's time to let you back in, to see where this all leads us.

"You'll get your turn," I murmur in his ear, the words coming out husky and sultry despite my best efforts to sound nonchalant. "But first... why don't we find something else for him to watch?" I suggest, nodding towards you with a small, knowing smile. It's a dangerous game we're playing now, but it feels oh-so-right.

You have no idea how much I enjoy doing this to you... but then again, maybe that's exactly what makes it so thrilling. My heart races as I lead the big black man away, back into the shadows where we can continue our twisted dance in private. The thought of having you watch us, unable to touch or taste any of it... it fills me with an indescribable sense of power and control that I never knew existed within me.

And as we disappear down another dark alleyway, leaving your frustrated form behind, I can't help but wonder where this newfound confidence will take us next.

I feel him pressing the cold metal against your back, reminding you who's in control here. The thrill of our forbidden game has you transfixed on my every move, unable to tear your eyes away even as I walk further and further into the darkness with our newfound friend. Your helplessness only serves to inflame my desire for you, making me crave your submission like a drug. And as we disappear from sight, leaving nothing but shadows and moans in our wake, I can't help but wonder how much more of this we can both take before something snaps...

As I walk through the door, exhausted and exhilarated in equal measure, your question catches me off guard. "Yes," I answer honestly, unable to hide the mischievous smile that spreads across my lips. "It was... intense."

I see you notice the bruises and cum stains too, but it doesn't seem to bother you as much as it should. Perhaps you enjoyed watching me from afar; feeling like you were still a part of something so forbidden and taboo. Or maybe it was just my newfound confidence that caught your attention. Either way, I can tell by the gleam in your eye that you're not completely immune to this sort of game either.

I step closer to you, running my fingers through my tangled hair as I lean into your touch. "So," I begin slowly, letting the question hang in the air between us, "are you ready for another

"I've been resting," I reply with a playful laugh, leaning even closer to feel your warm breath against my skin. "Now it's time for some more fun." My hands move up and down your chest, teasing the hem of your shirt as my fingers graze the sensitive flesh beneath.

I meet your eyes again, seeing the desire in them mirrored in mine. The excitement we felt over the past few days has only grown stronger, becoming this tangled web of need and lust that seems impossible to untangle without losing control entirely. And maybe... just maybe that's exactly what I want now.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I pull your shirt off over your head, revealing your hard muscles and smooth skin. You gasp as the cool air hits your heated flesh, goosebumps rising along your arms. I run my hands down your chest once more before wrapping