I’m back, but Blackie isn’t. I had meetings on Monday & Blackie stayed for a conference — possibly some meeting on the coast too. I don’t expect him back until Thursday at the earliest. He has left me, however, with specific instructions & tasks for while he is away…
One of which is to tell you of our Saturday night.
After dinner with some colleagues of his, Blackie drove the rental car downtown. I thought he was looking for some bars, but he pulled into an alley and told me to position myself up against one of the old brick walls — back arched, ass up and out, while he stuck his hand beneath my skirt and rubbed along my pussy lips. Assuring I was nice and wet (not to mention a bit buzzed from the wine at dinner), he ordered me to get on my knees & suck his cock.
I knelt before him in the dirty alley while he took his cock out of his suit pants. I had just begun sucking his cock when we heard voices. I stopped and looked in the direction the voices came from — Blackie told me to keep sucking while he turned his head toward the intruders and taunted, “Like what you see boys?”
Out of the shadows at the end of the alley were a group of three men — kids, just about. They stopped dead in their tracks & just looked at the man in a dark suit getting his dick serviced by some chick on her knees.
I was nervous, but kept on sucking Blackie’s cock.
One of the men walked forward for a closer look — the other two moved quickly to catch up and remain a pack.
I don’t think they knew if I was in trouble or not. And if I was, maybe they weren’t the type to help anyway. Such thoughts distracted me — at least enough that Blackie knew I wasn’t focused entirely on his cock. “Suck it, slut,” he said impatiently before returning his attention to the men.
“Bet you punks wished you had a slut like this, don’t you?” he gloated.
One of the boys nodded. The one in the front, the leader, I guess, just folded his arms and firmly stood his ground.
“Pop your tits out, Pinkie,” Blackie instructed, “Let ‘em have a nice look.”
I stopped sucking and looked up at him — what was he thinking?! When he didn’t even look at me, something about his set jawline told me I should just do as I was told. So I silently unbuttoned my blouse, lifted each breast out from its black lace bra cup and then, cautiously but dutifully, went back to sucking Blackie’s cock.
The boys watched, one of them let out a whistle, tents forming in their jeans.
“Yeah, she’s a real cock slut,” Blacke bragged. “Here, let me show you…” he turned to look down at me before continuing, “Back up against the wall, bitch.”
I scrambled to my feet and returned to the wall again. Back arched, ass up & out. Putting my back to the group of men was frightening, but at least they couldn’t see my face this way.
I felt Blackie’s hand on my ass, sliding its way down to the hem of my short skirt, then hiking it up exposing two thin black garters running down my bare backside above black stockings. Then with the aplomb & flourish of a sideshow barker he called the boys in for a closer look. “Come see, boys.” Then he slid his fingers along my wet folds for a few seconds before plunging them into my pussy before holding up his hand, showing off his shiny fingers, slick with my juices. “Mmm,” he said as he sucked his fingers clean in his mouth.
If the boys made a noise I didn’t hear it over the sound of my blood pounding in my temples.
I didn’t turn my head, but I heard (or felt) the men move closer. Inside I was praying to Blackie, “Let’s just leave, please!” But Blackie was in no rush. I turned my head to plead at him with my eyes but Blackie just grinned at me and then, still grinning, turned to the group and said, “I’d love to let you try it yourselves, boys, but I don’t want to be criminally responsible for underage boys getting serviced in an alley.”
Just past Blackie’s shoulder I could see at least two of the boys fumbling for wallets — presumably to show ID. Blackie laughed and dismissed them with a wave, “Punks like you have had those fake IDs for years.”
Then he half-turned to me, slapped my bare bottom and said, “Get in the car, Pinkie, we’ll have to find someplace a bit more private - or at least without minors drooling about.”
The boys moaned and aw-manned while I quickly & wordlessly walked to the car and got in. “Show’s over, boys,” Blackie said as he joined me in the car and turned the key in the ignition. Just as we passed the boys, he pressed the button lowering the window on the rental car’s driver’s side and said, “If you want your own hot slutty bitch to service you anywhere, stay in school boys.” And then he drove off.
