Gisele's Story

Chapter 5

I suspected a black man would answer the door when I arrived. What I didn't expect was how ridiculously hot he'd be.

I adjusted my hair in the rearview mirror, checked my cleavage my new dress was exposing and made my way to the apartment.

When he answered the door, I froze, my mouth dropped. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only draw-string blue pajama pants. My eyes drank in his muscles, his chest, his abs, his dark chocolate, perfect body.

I couldn't speak; luckily he did so for me. "You must be Gisele. Please come in. Devin told me you may be stopping by."

He extended his hand to me, I gulped and took it. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ulysses."

I nodded in return, too nervous to speak, quickly glancing away from his friendly smile. "Hey, it's ok, just relax," he told me, leading me into the apartment.

"Sorry," I said.

Ulysses chuckled, "No need to apologize," he told me. "Would you like some water before we get started?"

Get started? I forgot why Devin invited me over. I was to "take care" of him.

"Um, no, I'm good. Thanks," I replied, watching him open the refrigerator, his back just as muscular as his front, a pony tail of dreads lying in between his huge shoulder blades.

"Ok, have a seat then. I cleaned up some, hopefully I did a good job," He laughed, gesturing to the couch in his living room.

"So this is your place?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Oh, I thought I was going to Devin's."

"Nah, this is my place. She's over here a lot though, so she may as well be my roommate," He said, standing in front of me now.

"Alright," I said, nodding at him.

"So you know why you're here and are ok with it?" He asked.

Without Devin explicitly stating why she was inviting me over, I knew. I knew that while she was out of town she needed me to "take care" of Ulysses. She needed me to milk his black cock for every drop of semen I could coax out of it. She needed me to service him, to worship him, to give my body to him to use just like Devin no doubt does. I was a substitute while she was away and I was going to do my very best to make sure his balls remained empty.

I nodded my head; this was my chance to experience what every employee of Elite Magazine experienced daily.

"Good," He said, smiling, undoing the draw string of his pajamas. He pulled them away from his waist, letting them fall to his feet, his cock springing upward, revealing itself as the pants dropped.

My mouth hung open again. It was gorgeous. Perfectly straight, long, as thick as my wrist, dark brown in color. The beautifully shaped mushroom head was a slightly lighter shade of brown. He had a trimmed bush of pubic hair. It wasn't a wild forest, but landscaped and neat.

Then there were his balls. His large, hanging testicles, filled with semen, beckoning me, begging me to empty them, to make his black hose of a cock spray his cum all over me.

Ulysses watched me, smiling softly, tugging on his cock. It went up pass his belly button. Suddenly, I realized while I was admiring its beauty, I was on my knees in front of him, ready to service him, ready to wrap my lips around that black dick, to taste him, drink him, to bring him to his figurative knees.

"I need to get over Ian," I said to myself, watching Ulysses slowly releasing his cock, letting it point directly at my salivating mouth.

I glanced once more up his perfect frame to his smiling face. He nodded, signaling me to begin. I grabbed the base of his cock with both hands, feeling it pulse and throb in my grasp. It was so thick, so hard. Bringing his cockhead to my open mouth, lust, urgency, and hunger took over.

I engulfed his cockhead, sucking it as hard as I could. Oh how delicious it was. I moaned at its taste, my cheeks indenting as I sucked away at it.

"Gisele, slow down," Ulysses told me. I was working his dick like a cock-crazed slut, wanting to feel his semen erupt from the tip, filling my mouth to the brim.

"Slow down," He laughed. "We have all week."

"All week?" I asked, taking his cock out of my mouth.

"Yes. Didn't Devin tell you? She wants you to stay here all week."

"I didn't bring anything with me. No clothes, or - " I said.

"You won't need them," Ulysses interrupted me. He pulled me up, grabbing my face gently, pulling me in for a kiss. "Take it off," he said, referring to my dress.

I took a step back, pulled my dress up over my head, letting it fall to the floor. Not taking my eyes off his, I undid my bra, slid out of my thong, then attacked his mouth with my own.

"Gisele," He pushed me away. "Slow down."

I took a deep breath, kissing him slowly this time, my tongue licking at his, taking it my mouth, sucking it much slower than I did his cock. If I was staying here all week, I was going to enjoy this, to savor it. I was going to give his body, his cock, what it deserved - a very thorough, attentive, white girl loving.

All those women at the office sleeping with Fat Rob, talking about black cock, bombarding me every day with sights and sounds of sex and here I was; a black cock, one week all to myself. I was going to make the most of it.