Black and White Training

I wound up staying with William for the week.  We spent all our time together, just getting to know one another, and it was wonderful.  William is a very successful businessman who is used to getting everything he wants, and he wanted me.  I was truly flattered that he picked me for the Black and White Ball.  I knew that he had unlimited choices of women to fuck or take to the Bahamas, and he picked me.  It probably didn't hurt that I was able to fuck him and his friends for hours and hours in LA without complaint.  Quite the contrary, I wore their big black dicks out.  William had to be impressed, although he never mentioned that evening again.

When I called Ray to tell him of William's plan for me, I could tell he was a little put out by it all.  Ray likes to  pretend that he's cool, and for the most part he is.  I've been to a lot of fuck parties with Ray and I've never gotten the sense that he cared who stuck what in me, but on the phone he sounded put out.  I'm not sure what will happen with Ray the next time I see him in person.

William was a perfect host for the week I spent with him in Bel Air.  His house was a true mansion, with servants and everything.  He even had a chauffeur.  I was  beginning to feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, although I never, much to my disappointment, got to shop on William's tab on Rodeo Drive.  Actually, I never got out of his house.  We did nothing but fuck and swim and eat and sleep for the entire week.  I am beginning to truly appreciate the virtues of being an less-than-virtuous kept woman.  Come to think of it, are there any other kinds?

The night before we flew to Nassau for the Black and White Ball, William told me how it was going to play out and what the rules were.  First and foremost, he told me, I could not refuse to have sex with anyone there, man or woman, black or white.  This was to be a ball in every sense of the word, first dinner and dancing in elegant evening gowns with a full orchestra, then something out of the movie Caligula.  William was not concerned in the least that I would not hold my own among his friends and their women, but he expected me to make him look good.

"What will it take to make you look good?" I asked.

"Just don't bail on me."

"Has anyone bailed on you before?"

"Not on me, but every year at least a couple of white bitches embarrass their hosts by declining somebody's advances.  Makes me sick.  Like they got no manners."  I noticed that whenever William got agitated, traces of his roots in the hood would slip out in speech patterns.

"Why in the world would they do that?" I asked innocently.

William calmed down a little and gave me his most boyish grin.  "It can get pretty intense once the party really gets going.  Not all of the women who show up have been fully informed about the extent of the expectations."

"Well then you can hardly blame them for balking," I said with an indignant tone.  "But thank you for letting me know what is expected of me."  I smiled and stroked his big back cock.  "And thank you for the training session this week.  I can't imagine I will have any trouble meeting your expectations."

William grabbed my hair and jammed his now-erect cock down my throat with unexpected ferocity. "See that you do."