"Now that's better whore" he replied and with that shoved me down on to my knees, "Suck my black cock whore" he ordered and I reached up, undid his be...t, pulled his pants down and then his shorts and looked for a moment at his beautiful big black cock. Reaching up I took hold of it and softly caressing it in my hands, I licked it head and ran my tongue up and down his hard shaft, "Oh fuck master" I said softly, "Such a beautiful fuckin' black cock" I finished and into my mouth it went. I sucked. He had experienced this a hundred times. But he would never get used to this condition?he felt the erotic foreboding of coming limpness, the menace of a growing weekness of his muscles and heart?If he felt pain now, he didn’t utter a sound. Not a whisper? He remembered something, almost like a sweet dream. It was when she had allowed him to taste of her blood, only a mouthful. In that moment so long ago, she had revealed everything to him?the true nature of her, this black Goddess who had. Just a bit of nipple showed. Pretty hot for a woman three years from her sixtieth birthday, I thought. Finally, finally, Thursday came and since we were meeting after work, I had to dress somewhat conservatively and chose a white silk buttoned-down blouse with a black vest to cover the half bra, hardly something I would normally wear to the office, along with a knee-length black skirt. Then, to top things off, I had a pair of black boots in my car to change into before we met up. At last, five. The meal came to an end and I started to say my goodbyes when they all got up and said that they would not hear of me walking home alone and they would escort me. When we got home they said I had a lovely house and somehow I ended up inviting them in. After checking on the k**s I joined them in the living room and offered them a drink. I was aware of being in the room with 4 handsome men and decided that I would ask them to leave after this drink.Jim poured the drinks and they looked like huge.