The dimly lit restaurant buzzed with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of cutlery against china. Taya sat across from Will, her fork hovering over a plate of half-eaten pasta. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with a secret excitement that Will couldn’t possibly understand. The date had been going well—Will was charming as always, his laughter infectious, his compliments genuine. But Taya’s mind was elsewhere, her thoughts drifting to the text message that had pinged on her phone moments earlier.
“Bathroom. Now. 10% for your throat work. Be quick.”
The message was from Trevor, the young man she’d met through Jamal’s network. Trevor had a particular taste for deepthroating, and Taya had discovered a strange thrill in being the vessel for his pleasure. She glanced at Will, who was mid-sentence, his eyes warm and attentive. “I’ll be right back,” she said, setting her napkin on the table. “Nature calls.”
Will nodded, his smile never faltering. “Take your time, babe.”
Taya slipped away, her heart pounding with anticipation. The bathroom was down a narrow hallway, the air thick with the scent of floral air freshener. She pushed open the door to the women’s restroom, her eyes scanning the space. It was empty, save for the faint hum of the hand dryer. She checked her phone again, confirming the stall number Trevor had sent. With a deep breath, she stepped inside, her fingers trembling as she locked the door behind her.
Moments later, the stall door creaked open, and Trevor slipped in. He was tall and lean, his dark skin gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. His eyes locked onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re punctual,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I like that.”
Taya didn’t respond. She knew her role here—to please, to submit, to take what he offered. Trevor stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grip her chin, tilting her head back. His other hand slid under her dress, his fingers brushing against the lace of her thigh-highs. “You’re dressed for this, aren’t you?” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.
She nodded, her pulse quickening as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head glistening with pre-cum. Taya’s mouth watered at the sight, her body already responding to the familiar ritual. She dropped to her knees, her hands resting on his thighs as she leaned forward.
“Open wide,” Trevor commanded, his voice firm but laced with desire.
Taya obeyed, parting her lips as he guided his cock toward her mouth. She took him in slowly, her tongue flicking over the sensitive underside as she swallowed him inch by inch. Trevor groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, holding her steady as she deepened the thrust. She gagged softly, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat, letting him slide deeper, her lips sealing tightly around his shaft.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Trevor muttered, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Such a good little slut.”
Taya moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him. She loved this—the power she held in her mouth, the way she could make a man tremble with pleasure. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she bobbed her head, taking him as deep as she could.
Trevor’s breaths grew ragged, his movements more urgent. “Gonna cum, baby,” he warned, his voice thick with need. “Take it all.”
Taya nodded, her eyes meeting his as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him harder. Trevor’s body tensed, his cock pulsing as he unleashed his load into her throat. She swallowed greedily, her mouth milking him dry, her lips never breaking contact. When he finally softened, she pulled back slowly, her tongue tracing the tip of his cock before she let him slip free.
Trevor leaned against the stall wall, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “Damn,” he said, his voice laced with admiration. “You’re worth every penny.”
Taya stood, smoothing her dress as she stepped back. “Ten percent,” she reminded him, her voice steady.
He chuckled, reaching into his pocket to pull out a wad of cash. He peeled off a few bills and handed them to her. “Here you go, princess. You’ve earned it.”
She took the money, tucking it into her bra without counting it. “Thanks,” she said, her tone casual, as if they’d just exchanged pleasantries over coffee.
Trevor zipped up his pants, his smirk returning as he looked her over. “You’re something else, you know that? A white girl like you, addicted to black cock. It’s hot as hell.”
Taya shrugged, though her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pride. “Someone’s got to do it,” she quipped.
He laughed, stepping out of the stall first. “See you around, Taya. Jamal’s gonna be happy with this arrangement.”
She followed him out, her heart still racing as she washed her hands at the sink. The bathroom felt quieter now, the tension dissipating as she splashed cold water on her face. She took a moment to compose herself, smoothing her hair and checking her reflection in the mirror. Her lips were swollen, her eyes bright with a mix of arousal and satisfaction.
Returning to the table, Taya slipped back into her role as Will’s date, her secret safely tucked away. Will looked up as she approached, his smile warm and inviting. “Everything okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.
She nodded, sliding into her seat. “Yeah, just needed a minute.”
The waiter appeared, asking if they’d like dessert. Taya glanced at Will, her mind still buzzing with the aftermath of her encounter. “I’m actually pretty full,” she said, her voice laced with a cheeky undertone that only she understood. “Maybe just coffee for me.”
Will chuckled, ordering a slice of cheesecake for himself. As they waited, Taya’s phone buzzed in her purse. She glanced at the screen, her lips curving into a small smile as she read Jamal’s message:
“Got the 90%. Thanks for being such a willing slut. Black cock suits you well, princess.”
She slipped the phone back into her purse, her heart swelling with a mix of excitement and guilt. Will was talking about his day at work, his voice steady and familiar, but Taya’s mind was already drifting to the next encounter, the next thrill, the next taste of forbidden pleasure.
The night ended with a kiss on the cheek and a promise of another date. As Taya walked to her car, the cool night air brushing against her skin, she felt a sense of duality—the conservative housewife and the willing submissive, both existing within her. She didn’t know where this path would lead, but she was no longer afraid to find out. The world of pleasure and profit had claimed her, and she was ready to embrace it, one deepthroat at a time.
