I'm in town for a conference. Monday night I'm too busy to dress and/or play. Tuesday, well, that was a M2M adventure I'll detail later. But Wednesday, I had a date with a BBC Dom I had met on-line through another CD ….

After dinner, I went to my room and dressed as Roxy. I had on my Steampunk corset, push-up bra, black skin-tight micro-mini skirt, black fish-net thigh-high stockings & garter belt, black g-string panties, black long wig, “slut” choker, and at first my new 4” punk boots. Like I said, dressy as a CD slut makes me feel very sexy & slutty and unbelievably horny…The feel of heels, mini-skirt and stockings as well as the long hair of my wig on my bare back and shoulders while seeing men stare at my incredible legs is a feeling I can’t describe….but I LOVE it! No, I don’t want to be a girl, I just want to be fucked like one. And treated like a slut. Dressed I don’t feel “girly” I feel horny...slutty horny. I want cocks. I want men & women & gurls to look at me and think “easy” and “I’m going to hit that.”

 Now dressed, I headed out to meet my date. The hotel required key cards to get up to the rooms so I could hide a key outside, leave a key at the desk or meet my date outside. We agreed on the 3rd. I told him where I’d be and that it was up to him to talk to me or not or just give me a nod and I’d walk by and hand him the key (already texted him my room #). This gave him a chance to look me over and walk away if he wasn’t interested. Or if he was really brave, he could walk right up and kiss me. And I’d hold his hand or hang on him like his date. Or just be cool. So I walk through the lobby and out to the street. Yes, I turn heads. Most people are just like “uhh…ok…” and move on, some women will look longer, and then there are the guys that will smile and nod. I walk around the block and light up at the spot I said I’d wait. A few groups of drunk people walk past…I get stares, ignored, and some giggles. After about 5 minutes, this dark-skinned black man walks past on the other side of the street, looking me up. I smile. He crosses the street and says, “Roxy?” He’s about 6’ and 200lbs, in jeans and a short-sleeve shirt that buttons up the front. I tell him I am Roxy and ask if he still wants me. He tells me he is going to my hotel’s bar and that I should follow after a few minutes, sit away from him but at the bar, and buy him a drink. He grabs my crotch, squeezes, demands my spare key – which I give him - turns and walks off.

 I wait 4-5 minutes, then walk back toward the hotel bar. I can see him through the window, he is at the bar talking to the bar tender. I walk in and sit at the other end of the bar. It’s pretty empty. The bartender comes to me and says “that guy says you’re buying his drinks.” I say I am and put it on my room. I get a shot of bourbon for myself. After what seems like forever, he’s been chatting with the bartender (a 30ish woman with short cropped hair), they laugh and the bartender comes to me. “He said to tell you to go to the room, put on your sluttiest heels, put your toys on the bed, get on your knees and wait for him.” She’s really amused. He’s ignoring me. I nod and head up. My pussy is getting hard.

 I go to my room, take off the 4” boots and put on my 6” boots (with the bad heel – last time I wore them before throwing them out). I open my toy bag and put everything on the bed – bondage gear, plugs, dildo, riding crop, ball gag, spider gag, etc. I put on my slave collar then kneel on the floor facing the door. And I wait. About 10 minutes later, the door opens and he comes in. he walks past me, stops in front of the bed, picks up the crop and sits in the chair. He’s still got his drink. He tells me to stand up and walk toward him in my heels. I do. He tells me to turn and face away. I do. He lifts my skirt and I feel his hand on my ass. Then the crack of the crop. Once on each cheek. He tells me to bend over and hold my ankles. I do. He hits me with the crop again. Ass and legs. He compliments both. He tells me to plug my pussy. I lube up the plug and insert it. My cock is starting to rise. He sees that and tells me to stand in front of him. He snaps the crop on my cock. That is exciting AND painful.

 He tells me to get on my knees and beg him for his cock. I do. He tells me to get my cuffs off the bed and put them on my wrists. I do. He puts my hands behind my back and latches the cuffs together. He stands in front of me and tells me to remove his pants with only my mouth. I have to undo his belt, then the snap and fly and then take them down…I lick and kiss his legs on my way back up. His cock is pretty stiff in his undershorts. I kiss my way around it and kiss it with the underwear over it. I can feel it respond to my touch. Mmmm….god that makes me hot…and my clitty-cock is getting stiff again…anyway, I start to take off his underwear with my teeth and he stops me. I look up and he’s staring at me. “My little white boi bitch…how much to you wanna suck my BBC?” I tell him more than anything. “You are little white sissy whore, aren’t you?” YES!!!! I tell him!

 He lets me peel off his underwear and I kiss my way back up…this time taking his balls into my mouth and fully enjoying that feel of a stiff cock and balls and the smell of a man (especially a black man) who’s hot and erect. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, I have to work carefully with my mouth. After I’ve worked his balls and cock, he sits back down. He puts his legs around me and pulls me in. I bend and start licking his cock. He puts a hand on my head and guides my head down and his cock into my mouth. It’s a good 7” and thick so it’s very filling. He starts to thrust into my mouth and I’m taking what I can…gagging a bit in this position…he calls me all kinds of names…which only gets me hotter to suck him. He pushes me back and tells me stay on my knees. He stands up and slaps my face with his beautiful tool. I moan. “You like that?” Yes, Sir!! He takes my head and works it back to his cock, then starts to thrust into my mouth again. I feel him stiffen up and he shoots into my mouth. He grabs my nose and plugs it up so I gag and spit some of his load. It seems huge.

 He goes back the chair and sits. Picks up the crop and tells me to bend over facing away from him again. I do and he whips my ass and legs again. He feels up my ass, and the plug. I’m worried he may try to rape me, but he seemed very set on only oral when we set this up. My clitty-cock is stiff again. He slaps it and tells me no white sissy whore of his can use their cock until he is gone. Oh fuck! Exquisite torture!

 He unclips the cuffs but tells me to leave them on and turn around. He smiles and orders me to suck his cock and balls. This time I can use my hands as I’m going to have to work a little harder for round 2…with my hands it actually doesn’t take that long to start to get him stiff again. I simply LOVE wet, sloppy cock sucking. Period. Is that wrong? Anyway, I keep working and he’s getting harder and harder…still calling me his suck slut, white boi trash slave, etc. As he builds to another climax, he pulls out and shoots on my face. Some dribbles down his cock. He tells me I may NOT touch the cum on my face until he allows but that I should clean him up. I eagerly clean his cock, balls, and legs of his cum. I look up at him and he smiles and says, “good slut…kneel.” I stay kneeling. He puts his clothes back and tells me to stand. He compliments my legs and 6” slut boots (which are wobbly now). He tells me he won’t give me the other key back until I buy him one more drink. I may not clean up, may not take the cum off my face and body, plug stays in, must leave on my slut boots, and good luck hiding my erection. We walk to the elevator and go downstairs.

 The bar is still pretty empty. I go to my original seat and he sits at the other end. I am trying to hide my hard-on, but in the skin-tight skirt, it’s impossible. The bartender chats with him again then approaches me. “You’re still buying he says.” I say yes. He’s looking at me. My “date” drinks his shot then hands my other key to the bartender and leaves. The bartender brings it to me. “Well done,” he says, “but you might want to go get cleaned up.” I head back to my room and when I look in the mirror I see the dried cum on my face and my streaked eyeliner. I definitely look like a CD that’s been ridden hard. While I was kind of hoping the bartender might want to play, or might know how to hook me up, I was just too horny to think about it anymore at this point, so I lubed my cock and shot almost instantly. As usual, on my black dildo…so I could lick it up and enjoy it. I fall sound asleep after cleaning up!