” Byron whispered back. “How did you know it was Samantha in there?” I asked into his ear. Byron chuckled softly and answered, “Bec...use that is what she is here for, she is a BCS for our frat.” I did not know what the term BCS meant so I asked, “What is that? What is BCS?” “Damn girl you suck black cock better than any white girl I know and you don’t know what BCS is?” Byron said in a surprised whisper. “Does it mean Black Cock Slut?” I asked back sheepishly. . She came within minutes with a loud cry that could have been easily heard on the walkway just outside my window. As exciting and erotic as it was, all at once she was gone, dressed and out the door as sudden as she had entered.I spent the day wondering what I had done, would I ever see her again, and just exactly how deep in shit I really was. This woman, no matter how she had totally captivated me, was married.In short, she called me as soon as she got home that night and at every chance she. Balls drained, I would then ride home smiling, maybe to return the next day for more. In this story, it goes way beyond that. Over a couple of months I would become a slave, have my cock sucked by the woman on my route, take her husband's cock into my mouth enjoy it and climactically fuck her ass before an appreciative audience. That fateful day, I set out on my bicycle before dawn, and had completed most of my loop through streets of rough, working-class suburban homes when a woman from a. But we’ll get to me later on. So, I made a plan, well an outline, I had an idea of how to do it. It was tricky cause I didn’t want her to know. I mean, she could have known, I had heard about people volunteering to be marked, but I had no idea how I was supposed to broach the subject with a total stranger. So, I went for top secret route. She had no idea when it happened. It’s not a complicated thing. I mean, if this was a movie, there would have been some special effects, I would have probably.