Chapter 2

My phone vibrated in the back pocket of my short black leather miniskirt. I gave the guy I was dancing with a hand signal that I was getting hot and I was going to the makeshift bar to get something to drink. That’s what I hated about these warehouse college raves; there was never a good selection of alcohol, if any at all. After I paid for my bottle of water, I pulled out my phone and checked the text.

Where you at little gurl

It was Ray! I hadn’t heard from him since we’d met last weekend. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I’d hear from him again. He was so difficult to read and I never knew what he was thinking. After I hadn’t heard from him for a couple days, I figured our evening together was a one-time thing. Regardless, it was so great to hear from him and know he hadn’t forgotten about me. Countless times, I’d wanted to text or call him, but I knew how guys were. Acting clingy and needy would only push him away, and that was the last thing I wanted. He needed to come to me ... I wanted him to make that first contact after our evening together and I was so thrilled he finally did.

Actually, they’d been trying all night ... unsuccessfully, though. They just weren’t what I was in the mood for. I’d had a pretty boring evening, to be honest. But now ... things were looking up.

No I’ve been a chaste little gurl for you Daddy

I was hoping that would bring a little smile to his face.

You know what you need don’t you

A little shiver coursed through my body. Even though my clit was tucked tight between my legs, I could feel it begin to harden.

I need you

Meet me at the Phoenix

The Phoenix was a popular gay bar among the college crowd and I’d been there a couple of times. I looked at my watch. It was just a little past two in the morning. Even though it was on the other side of town, I wouldn’t have to cross the strip so there wouldn’t be much traffic.

Give me 30

I switched apps and requested an Uber. Even though it was Friday night, I hoped I wouldn’t have to wait too long for a ride. Then I scanned the large warehouse and found my group of friends.

“What’s up, Mattie?” my friend Jean asked.

“I’m getting tired and I’m going to head back to the dorm.”

A little smile broke across her face. “Bullshit, I saw you on your phone.”

I could feel my face turn into a deep red ember and decided to open up. “I’m going to meet someone.”

“The black guy from last weekend?”

I looked down, unable to meet her intense gaze. “I don’t know ... maybe.”

She grinned. “You’re such a slut, just be careful, okay?”

“I will ... I promise.” We exchanged a tight hug. My best friend knew me all too well.

“Call me tomorrow so I know you’re alright.”

“I will.” We exchanged little pecks on the cheek. Then I turned and made my way towards the large, open warehouse door. Once I got outside, I only had to wait a couple of minutes before my Uber arrived.

“Where are we going tonight, young lady?” he asked casually.

“The Phoenix on West Sahara,” I said while sliding into the back seat of his Prius.

His eyes widened and he looked me over intently in the rearview mirror. “Shouldn’t take that long,” he said while easing the car forward.

He kept glancing back at me while attempting to keep his eyes somewhat focused on the road. After I mentioned my destination, I could tell he was trying to ascertain my gender. Thankfully, I was very passable when I dressed and I knew I wasn’t making it easy on him. Regardless, his glances were getting a bit annoying and I needed a distraction. “Could you put on some music?” I said semi-politely.

“Sure.”

I started gently tapping my black combat boots into the floorboard of the back seat in time with the beat and listened to the lyrics of one of my favorite songs.

“So ... you having a good night so far?” he asked.

I just wanted to get to the Phoenix and see Ray. I wasn’t really in the mood for idle chit-chat. However, I didn’t want to come across as some snobby bitch. “It’s been okay so far, I guess.”

He looked me up and down again in the rearview mirror, taking me in. He was old enough to be my father or maybe even my grandfather, but I had to admit the attention he was giving me started to feel good. I hadn’t been dressing long and I still felt very nervous and apprehensive when I was out in public, especially in non-LGBTQ surroundings.

“You look really nice, I like that shirt.”

I looked down shyly. I was wearing an old, ratty, torn Ramones t-shirt and my bright red lace bra was showing through the ripped fabric. “Do you like the Ramones?”

“I love punk, honey. I’m not that old.” We shared a little laugh and I started to warm up and feel comfortable around him. “So, are you meeting a friend?”

“My boyfriend.” I wasn’t sure where that came from. Ray wasn’t my boyfriend and I was fairly certain he didn’t have romantic feelings for me. What I’d just said was a lie or a little white lie. Regardless, it felt good thinking of him as my boyfriend and I just went with it.

“Well, you look beautiful tonight and any man would be lucky to have you.”

Damn ... Now grandpa is flirting with me... “Thank you,” I said shyly.

“If I was only thirty years younger...”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that so I just smiled at him and sat in silence until we pulled into the parking lot. My phone vibrated again as I reached into my purse and pulled out a five-dollar bill and handed it to him. “Thank you for the ride.”

“Honey, it’s been my pleasure.”

He gave me one last look up and down my long, lean frame and pulled away. I shot him another smile and pulled my phone out of my back pocket and looked at the screen. It was another text from Ray.

When you get here sit at the table near the bar

I made my way to the door, opened it, and took a moment to take a look around. It was a very large space that looked similar to a sports bar. The space featured six big-screen TVs hanging from the walls and a small dance floor in the middle of the room that was surrounded by tables and booths. Ray was sitting at a table about 20 feet from the bar. He was wearing black trousers, a white, pressed, collared shirt, and black boots. He looked like a brooding, statuesque, ebony God that held dominion over everything he saw. Just being in the same room with him was intoxicating.

The only other people in the large space were a lesbian couple. They were talking, holding hands, and kissing. They appeared to be very into each and totally oblivious to everything else. When Ray’s eyes met mine, I gave him my best pouty smile. There was a hard, stoic look on his face, and for a moment I thought he might be upset at something. Then he broke into a sexy little grin that made my heart flutter. I turned and walked up to the bar.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“I’ll take a bottle of water.”

“Can I see some ID?”

“Of course,” I said, and reached into my little clutch purse, pulled out my fake ID, and handed it to him.

“Matilda, that’s a pretty name.”

I smiled politely and looked into his eyes. He appeared to be a few years older than me but younger than Ray. “Thank you,” I said shyly. He gave my ID back and I slid a five-dollar bill across the bar. “I know it’s not much of a tip, but you can keep it.”

“Thank you, honey. My name is Tony, and if you need anything else just let me know.”

I smiled, turned, and made my way to the table that Ray wanted me to sit at. I wanted to sit with him so we could talk and reconnect after our week apart. However, I knew better than to question him. When I looked at Ray, he was typing on his phone. A second later, my phone vibrated in my back pocket, and I pulled it out and read the screen.

Open your legs

Nervously, I looked around the bar. The lesbian couple on my right was at least 30 feet away from me, and they were making out and still totally unaware of everything that was going on around them. Because Tony was behind me, I knew he wouldn’t be able to see anything I was doing. Then my phone vibrated again.

When I tell you to do something little gurl you do it

I quickly texted him back. I’m sorry Daddy

I looked into his eyes, hiked my little skirt up several inches, and opened my legs. I watched as his eyes traveled lower and he lustfully took me in. You have such a hot sexy body

A deep red blush broke over my face. I wanted him so bad my body physically ached. Then my phone vibrated again.

Take off your panties

I quickly looked around again and made sure the lesbian couple’s attention wasn’t focused on me. I raised my bottom out of the chair an inch or so and slid my boy-short panties down my thighs. It was a bit of a struggle to get them past my big black combat boots, but after a few seconds I successfully got them off and quickly put them in my purse. I slid my skirt up and opened my legs again to show him I’d obeyed.

Untuck. I want to see that little clit

This shocked me a little. He’d never been interested in seeing or touching my junk. Regardless, I knew better than to say no to him. I raised my bottom off the chair again and opened up wider, causing my clit to slip out. Again, his lustful eyes focused between my legs. I’m going to violate you tonight little gurl

My heart fluttered and an erotic chill went down my spine as my clit began to stiffen and throb. Then I couldn’t believe the lousy timing. I’d drunk four bottles of water at the rave, and out of nowhere it was hitting me with a vengeance. I picked up my phone and sent Ray a text.

I’m sorry Daddy but I have to P

A gruff look broke across his face as he read my text. Hurry it up

I quickly looked around again, ensuring that I wasn’t being watched. Then I slid my bottom out of the chair, tucked my clit between my legs, and expeditiously made my way to the restroom. Normally I used the ladies room when I was dressed. However, the men’s room was the first door I came to and I quickly went inside. There were three urinals and a long line of stalls. For whatever reason, I made my way to the last stall, which was larger and handicapped-accessible. Just as I opened the stall door, I heard the bathroom door open behind me. I turned and saw Ray. I shot him a little smile and entered the stall, leaving the door open. Just as I sat down on the toilet, he entered the stall with me, closed the door, and locked it. He stood above me: tall, dark, and brooding. Being this close to him ... I felt so small, so weak, so intimidated by his presence.

“I thought you said you needed to take a piss,” he said gruffly.

I tried to keep my eyes focused on him. “I do,” I said meekly, in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Then do it.”

I slowly slid my skirt up my thighs. Under his penetrating gaze, I opened my legs and my tucked clit slid out. Even though I desperately had to pee, I couldn’t with him watching me, and I closed my eyes in an attempt to relax and let It go.

“No,” he said sternly, “keep your eyes open and on me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied demurely. I opened my eyes and focused them on him. I took a deep breath and attempted to relax. After several seconds and a few deep breaths, I was finally able to begin urinating into the toilet. Once I was finished, I took a few squares off the toilet-paper roll and ran them over my clit, wiping myself just like a woman would.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” he murmured.

My face broke into a little blush. “I like pleasing you ... obeying you...” I said meekly. His eyes never broke contact with mine as he reached down and unzipped his fly. My mouth watered when he reached into his trousers and pulled out his long, thick, black erection.

Then reality hit me. We were in a public place, or at least a semi-public place, and I realized what he wanted from me. A fearful, apprehensive look broke over my face. “Ray ... we ... we...”

His deep, baritone voice silenced me. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes ... I trust you...” I whispered.

“Then put that pretty mouth on my cock.”

With trembling hands, I reached out and began to slowly stroke him. I rested my palm on his thigh. Then I grasped him firmly at the base, squeezed, and ran my hand down his length, which produced a large dollop of pre-cum that seeped out of the crevice of his shaft.

“Yeah, little gurl ... just like that... ‘‘ he moaned.

I extended my tongue and ran the tip through his pee slit, collecting the salty clear fluid. I looked up into his eyes and took him into my mouth. His gentle moans of pleasure reverberated off the bathroom walls as I worked him deeper into my mouth. I felt the head of his cock touch the back of my throat while he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. I continued to work him deeper as he slid his pants down his muscled dark thighs.

His hands moved to my short, bleached-blonde hair and he guided my head back and forth. “You’re such a good little cock-sucker, you’ve got such a hot, wet mouth.”

Hearing his moans, listening to his words ... I felt so wanton, so slutty, sitting on the toilet and moving him in and out of my mouth. A thick layer of my saliva coated his cock and I took a deep breath, which helped to relax the muscles in my throat and take him down to the root. His dense, wiry pubic hairs were tickling my nose on each downstroke.

He ran his fingers through my hair and held my head firmly with his hands, effectively immobilizing me. I felt him pick up the pace and he fucked my mouth intensely hard for a couple of minutes. Submissive, subservient feelings washed through my body. He took complete, total control of me as my saliva dripped over his shaft while he rutted hard in my mouth.

Without warning, his breathing changed and his body stiffened. I relaxed and prepared myself. His cock was so deep in my throat, I didn’t even taste the first heavy spurt. Then he slid back a couple of inches and volley after volley filled my mouth. I felt so wanton, so slutty as I rolled his thick, rich seed around in my mouth. I gently grasped him at the thick base, extended my tongue, and ran the tip of my tongue through the pee slit to collect the last of his semen. A few seconds later, he’d recovered and his eyes met mine.

“Show it to me,” he growled. I obeyed and opened my mouth, showing him his load. “Now swallow it.”

I took a little breath, swallowed, then opened my mouth so he could ensure I’d complied with this command. A few seconds passed while we caught our breath. “Stand up,” he ordered, “and turn around.” Hesitantly, I stood up, turned around, and presented myself to him. His hand moved down to the hem of my little skirt and he flipped it up on my back. “You have such a big, beautiful ass,” he said appreciatively.