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Jonathan and I sat in the break room, sipping our sodas. He insisted that everyone call him Jonathan, except for me: he said I could call him Jackie as I was, as he put it, “a darlin’ with nothing to hide”.

I was 24 and he was 32, so not really a big age difference there. He and I worked in retail, myself in the clothing department, and he was in the receiving area. We had a lot of things in common, except for the fact that I was white and he was black.

He and I were both lovers of soul music, and I think that’s really what kind of got our friendship started about a year ago, when he first came to work here. Like I said, we were friends, nothing more.

But that’s not to say that I didn’t occasionally think of him a more-than-platonic way. He had a great sense of humor, and such a cute, infectious smile. And since he worked in receiving area, he had, what a call a “modestly strong body”. At the moment, he was talking to me about his date over the weekend, which I really didn’t want to hear, since I was in a dating drought.

“So I brought her home,” he continued. “And I understand girls don’t always want sex on the first date and all, but all I was asking for was a kiss goodnight, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, bored and jealous with this conversation.

“Laura, what the hell is your problem? Don’t you care how my date went?”

I rolled my eyes, “Well, why do you always have to tell me about your dates when you know that I haven’t been on a date in a long time? Why do you have to shove it in my face?” I got up and threw my soda out and walked down the slim hallway that led to the main part of the store.

Jackie caught up with me and grabbed my arm, “Laura, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. Please don’t be angry.”

I pulled away from him and headed back to the clothing section, where my main duty was to arrange the clothes and basically make sure that they were organized and neatly arranged for the customers. I felt bad about being so rough on Jackie, but on the other hand, he did irritate me, and my quick temper didn’t exactly help the situation.

An hour later, I clocked out and went on home to my apartment and to my kitty, Wendy, who always loved me no matter what. I slipped my shoes off and laid my purse on the table and sat on the couch. Wendy jumped onto the couch with a purr, snuggling in my arms.

My sister was going to come over later. My sister, who was 22, married, and had a baby son, and here I was 24 and couldn’t even find a date. I hated to admit it, but I was one of those girls who needed a man. Or at least I felt like I needed a man. I called up my etiler escort sister and told her I was sick and that I wasn’t feeling well enough to see her and her family that night.

And, somehow, that wasn’t a total lie.

At 2 o’clock in the morning I woke up sick. I mean, really sick. I had diarrhea and was throwing up and feeling faint and nauseas. There was no way I was going to make it into work in the morning, so I called in sick. I didn’t know what was wrong with me – maybe food poisoning or maybe just something bad I had eaten. At 5 a.m., when it felt like I had gotten everything out of my system, I took a quick shower and went back to bed, shutting off my alarm clock.

At around 11 that morning, I woke up, feeling better, but with still a slight ache in my stomach. I put a movie in and settled into bed, watching my dvd.

About an hour later I heard a knock at the front door.

“Who is it?” I hollered from my bedroom.

I heard a muffled voice.

“Who?” I yelled again.

“It’s Jackie!” I heard him say.

I was surprised that he came over, but I hollered for him to come on in. I didn’t dare get out of bed – I was in a comfortable position, and didn’t want to risk getting sick again.

Jackie came into my bedroom with a bag, “I hope you don’t mind me coming over, but I was on my lunch break, and the boss told me you had a sick stomach.”

I smiled, “Thank you for coming by, I really appreciate it.”

He sat at the side of my bed and opened up the bag he had brought, “I brought you some Sprite, you know, something that’ll be easy on your stomach and I brought you some crackers and a magazine and a crossword puzzle book.”

Tears came to my eyes. I was so touched that he’d spend the time to come over and visit me and think of me that he’d bring me these things.

“Thank you so much Jackie, this is so sweet of you,” I said.

“It’s no problem – would you like some pop and crackers now?”

I nodded, “Yes, please.”

He got up and put a few bottles of Sprite in the fridge, and came in with a bottle of Sprite and a plate of crackers for me. I thanked him again.

“Well, I figured if I did this, you’d forgive me about yesterday,” he smiled.

I blushed, “I’m sorry I got mad at you.”

“It’s that darn temper of yours, woman. Somebody says something and you turn into flames,” he laughed.

I giggled, “I guess so. I’m sorry. Thank you so much for all this stuff. Not even my sister would come over and visit me when she heard I was sick. I wasn’t sick at the time I had called her, mind you, but her effort would’ve been nice.”

He beyoğlu escort nodded, “I know how it is.”

Tears gently slid down my cheeks, “She’s got a family of her own already. She’s only 22 and she has a husband, a house, and a baby son. And I can’t even get anybody to go out with me.”

“Have you ever asked a guy out?” he asked.

“No. I want them to come to me.”

He laughed, “Honey, sometimes you have to be the aggressor with men. Sweetie, you’re just going through a dry period right now – it happens to everybody. You are one of the prettiest girls I know; you’re a minx and you know it.”

I sniffled, “Really?”

He chuckled again, “Of course.”

I laid my pale hand on his large, dark hand. He looked into my eyes, like he wanted to kiss me.

I nodded, “You can, if you want to.”

He leaned down and we had our first kiss. It was close-mouthed and not passionate or sexy, just a nice, gentle kiss.

I batted my eyelashes at him, “Thank you.”

We made chit-chat and pretty soon it was time for him to get back to work. We said good-bye with an affectionate hug, and he left, wishing me to get well soon. I continued watching my movie, but my mind wasn’t really on it. Never before had Jackie and I kissed or hugged – my touching him was so electric, and so reassuring at the same time. I started to cry – no one would’ve even bothered to see me while I was sick, not even any of my ex-boyfriends. Jackie was one of the greatest men I knew, and I knew I was falling for him.

I slept until the evening time, when I got sick again, and did some of my puzzles in crossword book. I soon fell asleep again. I woke up again the next morning at 4 o’clock. I was feeling back to normal and decided, unfortunately, that I’d have to return to work that day. I didn’t have to be in to work till 8 o’clock, but I decided to shower and get ready then, as I hated getting ready for work, and just wanted to get it over with.

As I drove to work, I felt a little nervous. This whole thing with Jackie felt new and exciting, at least to me, and I wasn’t really sure how to approach the situation. Did he want a relationship with me or was he just being affectionate? If we started dating, would we get in trouble? I wasn’t sure if the company would approve of two associates dating.

I didn’t see Jackie that today until our lunch hour, as he was late in coming to work. For our lunch hour, we decided to go to McDonald’s, which wasn’t unusual for us. We sat across from each, but things didn’t seem to be quite the same. We didn’t seem to be as talkative, but we looked at each other halkalı escort more. I wanted him and I think he wanted me, but I wasn’t sure. I wanted to sleep with this strong, handsome, black man.

We left McDonald’s and walked to his car. He reached for his car door, but I stood in front of him, “Jackie, kiss me. Kiss me again.”

He took me in his strong arms and I stood there, helplessly kissing him back. They were deep, passionate kisses. I needed it so badly and I could tell he did too. He stopped, out of breath, “Baby, after work. Around 5 o’clock?”

I nodded, “Yes, my place.”

The work day went so slow, but it finally ended at 4 o’clock. I hurried home to shower and put on my bathrobe. At 5 o’clock exactly, I heard a knock at the door.

I answered the door, “Hi Jackie,” I said with a smile.

“Hello,” he grinned. He shut the door behind him.

I kissed him deeply and started to unbuckle his pants, but stopped and lead him to my bedroom. We stood in front of the bed. He untied my bathrobe and slid it over my shoulders, my bare, naked, pale body in front of his. I took his shirt off.

He held my face in his hands, “You look so sexy baby.”

I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with his shorts, I kneeled in front of him. His cock was so big. I had heard that myth about black men and it looked like, in Jackie’s case, it was true. He must’ve been 9 inches. I wrapped my lips around his cock and looked up at him with big eyes.

“Jesus, yes baby. Blow me, oh god yes, blow me,” he combed his fingers through my hair. “I know it’s big baby….Oh that’s it, you’re doing so good.”

His cock was big and hard and erect. I gently pushed him back on the bed and spread my legs over his cock, my bald, pink little pussy, over his dark cock. I eased myself onto his cock and shrieked a little bit at the pain. His cock was very big. I sat on him for a moment and then started to ride him. We both moaned loudly. The light from the evening came through the slits in the blinds, which was otherwise dark.

“God, you’re so big,” I moaned. I rode him faster, “Such a nice big dick you have baby.”

“Fuck, yesss, ride it. Ride it you little tart,” he started to fondle my small breasts. “Oh baby.”

I stopped and started to quiver, cumming all over his cock. He groaned when he felt this and started to cum, spurting stream after stream into my wet little cunt.

“Fuck yes,” I sighed. “Cum for me Jackie.”

After he was done cumming, I slid off his cock and snuggled up to him. It was sexy to think of how we looked – my small, pearl body, against his big, black body. We were French kissing again. He was one of the best lovers I’d had.

While we were necking, I had the courage to tell him that I loved him. He said he loved me too. It made me horny to hear him say that and we made love until the middle of the night came.

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Jonathan and I sat in the break room, sipping our sodas. He insisted that everyone call him Jonathan, except for me: he said I could call him Jackie as I was, as he put it, “a darlin’ with nothing to hide”.

I was 24 and he was 32, so not really a big age difference there. He and I worked in retail, myself in the clothing department, and he was in the receiving area. We had a lot of things in common, except for the fact that I was white and he was black.

He and I were both lovers of soul music, and I think that’s really what kind of got our friendship started about a year ago, when he first came to work here. Like I said, we were friends, nothing more.

But that’s not to say that I didn’t occasionally think of him a more-than-platonic way. He had a great sense of humor, and such a cute, infectious smile. And since he worked in receiving area, he had, what a call a “modestly strong body”. At the moment, he was talking to me about his date over the weekend, which I really didn’t want to hear, since I was in a dating drought.

“So I brought her home,” he continued. “And I understand girls don’t always want sex on the first date and all, but all I was asking for was a kiss goodnight, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, bored and jealous with this conversation.

“Laura, what the hell is your problem? Don’t you care how my date went?”

I rolled my eyes, “Well, why do you always have to tell me about your dates when you know that I haven’t been on a date in a long time? Why do you have to shove it in my face?” I got up and threw my soda out and walked down the slim hallway that led to the main part of the store.

Jackie caught up with me and grabbed my arm, “Laura, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. Please don’t be angry.”

I pulled away from him and headed back to the clothing section, where my main duty was to arrange the clothes and basically make sure that they were organized and neatly arranged for the customers. I felt bad about being so rough on Jackie, but on the other hand, he did irritate me, and my quick temper didn’t exactly help the situation.

An hour later, I clocked out and went on home to my apartment and to my kitty, Wendy, who always loved me no matter what. I slipped my shoes off and laid my purse on the table and sat on the couch. Wendy jumped onto the couch with a purr, snuggling in my arms.

My sister was going to come over later. My sister, who was 22, married, and had a baby son, and here I was 24 and couldn’t even find a date. I hated to admit it, but I was one of those girls who needed a man. Or at least I felt like I needed a man. I called up my etiler escort sister and told her I was sick and that I wasn’t feeling well enough to see her and her family that night.

And, somehow, that wasn’t a total lie.

At 2 o’clock in the morning I woke up sick. I mean, really sick. I had diarrhea and was throwing up and feeling faint and nauseas. There was no way I was going to make it into work in the morning, so I called in sick. I didn’t know what was wrong with me – maybe food poisoning or maybe just something bad I had eaten. At 5 a.m., when it felt like I had gotten everything out of my system, I took a quick shower and went back to bed, shutting off my alarm clock.

At around 11 that morning, I woke up, feeling better, but with still a slight ache in my stomach. I put a movie in and settled into bed, watching my dvd.

About an hour later I heard a knock at the front door.

“Who is it?” I hollered from my bedroom.

I heard a muffled voice.

“Who?” I yelled again.

“It’s Jackie!” I heard him say.

I was surprised that he came over, but I hollered for him to come on in. I didn’t dare get out of bed – I was in a comfortable position, and didn’t want to risk getting sick again.

Jackie came into my bedroom with a bag, “I hope you don’t mind me coming over, but I was on my lunch break, and the boss told me you had a sick stomach.”

I smiled, “Thank you for coming by, I really appreciate it.”

He sat at the side of my bed and opened up the bag he had brought, “I brought you some Sprite, you know, something that’ll be easy on your stomach and I brought you some crackers and a magazine and a crossword puzzle book.”

Tears came to my eyes. I was so touched that he’d spend the time to come over and visit me and think of me that he’d bring me these things.

“Thank you so much Jackie, this is so sweet of you,” I said.

“It’s no problem – would you like some pop and crackers now?”

I nodded, “Yes, please.”

He got up and put a few bottles of Sprite in the fridge, and came in with a bottle of Sprite and a plate of crackers for me. I thanked him again.

“Well, I figured if I did this, you’d forgive me about yesterday,” he smiled.

I blushed, “I’m sorry I got mad at you.”

“It’s that darn temper of yours, woman. Somebody says something and you turn into flames,” he laughed.

I giggled, “I guess so. I’m sorry. Thank you so much for all this stuff. Not even my sister would come over and visit me when she heard I was sick. I wasn’t sick at the time I had called her, mind you, but her effort would’ve beyoğlu escort been nice.”

He nodded, “I know how it is.”

Tears gently slid down my cheeks, “She’s got a family of her own already. She’s only 22 and she has a husband, a house, and a baby son. And I can’t even get anybody to go out with me.”

“Have you ever asked a guy out?” he asked.

“No. I want them to come to me.”

He laughed, “Honey, sometimes you have to be the aggressor with men. Sweetie, you’re just going through a dry period right now – it happens to everybody. You are one of the prettiest girls I know; you’re a minx and you know it.”

I sniffled, “Really?”

He chuckled again, “Of course.”

I laid my pale hand on his large, dark hand. He looked into my eyes, like he wanted to kiss me.

I nodded, “You can, if you want to.”

He leaned down and we had our first kiss. It was close-mouthed and not passionate or sexy, just a nice, gentle kiss.

I batted my eyelashes at him, “Thank you.”

We made chit-chat and pretty soon it was time for him to get back to work. We said good-bye with an affectionate hug, and he left, wishing me to get well soon. I continued watching my movie, but my mind wasn’t really on it. Never before had Jackie and I kissed or hugged – my touching him was so electric, and so reassuring at the same time. I started to cry – no one would’ve even bothered to see me while I was sick, not even any of my ex-boyfriends. Jackie was one of the greatest men I knew, and I knew I was falling for him.

I slept until the evening time, when I got sick again, and did some of my puzzles in crossword book. I soon fell asleep again. I woke up again the next morning at 4 o’clock. I was feeling back to normal and decided, unfortunately, that I’d have to return to work that day. I didn’t have to be in to work till 8 o’clock, but I decided to shower and get ready then, as I hated getting ready for work, and just wanted to get it over with.

As I drove to work, I felt a little nervous. This whole thing with Jackie felt new and exciting, at least to me, and I wasn’t really sure how to approach the situation. Did he want a relationship with me or was he just being affectionate? If we started dating, would we get in trouble? I wasn’t sure if the company would approve of two associates dating.

I didn’t see Jackie that today until our lunch hour, as he was late in coming to work. For our lunch hour, we decided to go to McDonald’s, which wasn’t unusual for us. We sat across from each, but things didn’t seem to be quite the same. We didn’t seem to be as talkative, halkalı escort but we looked at each other more. I wanted him and I think he wanted me, but I wasn’t sure. I wanted to sleep with this strong, handsome, black man.

We left McDonald’s and walked to his car. He reached for his car door, but I stood in front of him, “Jackie, kiss me. Kiss me again.”

He took me in his strong arms and I stood there, helplessly kissing him back. They were deep, passionate kisses. I needed it so badly and I could tell he did too. He stopped, out of breath, “Baby, after work. Around 5 o’clock?”

I nodded, “Yes, my place.”

The work day went so slow, but it finally ended at 4 o’clock. I hurried home to shower and put on my bathrobe. At 5 o’clock exactly, I heard a knock at the door.

I answered the door, “Hi Jackie,” I said with a smile.

“Hello,” he grinned. He shut the door behind him.

I kissed him deeply and started to unbuckle his pants, but stopped and lead him to my bedroom. We stood in front of the bed. He untied my bathrobe and slid it over my shoulders, my bare, naked, pale body in front of his. I took his shirt off.

He held my face in his hands, “You look so sexy baby.”

I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with his shorts, I kneeled in front of him. His cock was so big. I had heard that myth about black men and it looked like, in Jackie’s case, it was true. He must’ve been 9 inches. I wrapped my lips around his cock and looked up at him with big eyes.

“Jesus, yes baby. Blow me, oh god yes, blow me,” he combed his fingers through my hair. “I know it’s big baby….Oh that’s it, you’re doing so good.”

His cock was big and hard and erect. I gently pushed him back on the bed and spread my legs over his cock, my bald, pink little pussy, over his dark cock. I eased myself onto his cock and shrieked a little bit at the pain. His cock was very big. I sat on him for a moment and then started to ride him. We both moaned loudly. The light from the evening came through the slits in the blinds, which was otherwise dark.

“God, you’re so big,” I moaned. I rode him faster, “Such a nice big dick you have baby.”

“Fuck, yesss, ride it. Ride it you little tart,” he started to fondle my small breasts. “Oh baby.”

I stopped and started to quiver, cumming all over his cock. He groaned when he felt this and started to cum, spurting stream after stream into my wet little cunt.

“Fuck yes,” I sighed. “Cum for me Jackie.”

After he was done cumming, I slid off his cock and snuggled up to him. It was sexy to think of how we looked – my small, pearl body, against his big, black body. We were French kissing again. He was one of the best lovers I’d had.

While we were necking, I had the courage to tell him that I loved him. He said he loved me too. It made me horny to hear him say that and we made love until the middle of the night came.

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His hands roamed over her mound and as he approached paradise he could feel the heat escaping her body. He rubbed her clit for a moment and then slid two fingers easily into her wetness. She arched her hips slightly and the tiniest of moans escaped her lips. Her own hands squeezed her breasts and she slid a hand down beyond her flat belly and rested it on top of his hand, gently pushing him deeper with the ulterior motive of not allowing him to withdraw from her body.

He worked himself in and out of her, spreading his fingers as her hand moved with his. He was excited and her motions only added to his lust as his hard dick flinched involuntarily with his burning passion to be inside of her.

Unable to contain himself any longer he spoke for the first time since they entered her hotel room; “I want to fuck you.”

In the darkness he didn’t see her as she caught her breath but he felt her hand as it left his and searched for his dick. He heard her gasp as she closed her hands around his thickness. He smiled. He loved it when women realized just how big he was. Not just long, but his thickness was something many women had not experienced as well and he flexed as she squeezed him. He felt her as she silently tugged at him, to guide him between her legs.

She looked at him as he moved over her. His body was so black. As black as coal was how he put it. She had never had sex with a black man before and she was nervous despite her arousal. Truthfully it was his size that had caught her attention and she was almost embarrassed with herself at the pure lust that had captured her when he whispered how big he was in her ear back in the bar.

She never once gave thought to the boldness of him telling her or the fact that an hour ago she had never seen him before. All she knew was she wanted to feel that; to experience that. She had been with men with some size before but never one like this. She had resisted his efforts to get her to take him into her mouth out of simple fear of not being able to get even his head into her. Now, as she opened her legs she shuddered, but out of what? Fear or lust she didn’t know and as her mind screamed no, her body begged yes and she didn’t care why she felt this way, she just wanted to feel him inside of her.

The moon broke free of the clouds and its harvest light shone through the open curtains and she saw him clearly as he positioned himself to enter her. He was looking down and as she caught that brief glimpse of his body in contrast to hers she realized just how dark he was and the adrenaline rushed through her body at the taboo of what she was about to do. Or what he was about to do to her.

He positioned himself perfectly and she felt him as he pressed against her. She tensed; fear flooding her body at everything this moment represented: the taboo, the size of him and the sensation of going from thinking about this, to wanting this to accepting this to needing this. All these thoughts flashed through her mind in a instant as he pushed himself into her and with a shock and a moments flash of conflict he was inside of her and she could feel her pussy as it squeezed itself around him, urging him into her overpowering desires.

He pushed himself deeper and her body rose up in protest as he reached for places no man had ever been before. He slid his hands around her hips as she lifted herself and catching her he latched on to her and held her in place as he pushed into the wetness that surrounded his manhood.

The feeling of her tightness spurred him on but he tried to be gentle, knowing many women had never had anything like him inside their bodies before. But he was losing the fight simply because she was squeezing him and he felt her as she fired all those special muscles that wrapped him up like a blanket. Finally he reached the spot where her resistance would require some effort and he turned to look down at their union. “Almost there baby,” he whispered to her.

She watched him in the flickering maslak escort fading candlelight, wishing the moon would break free again or that she had left a light on. She desperately wanted to see what he looked like inside of her.

“Do it, please give it all to me,” Her words surprised even her but she wanted him, wanted to feel all he had to offer her as she felt a climax building.

He grasped at her hips as he locked her in place and she suspected, correctly it would turn out, that she would have bruises there… With her body held in place he rose up and pushed himself into her forcing past her resistance. When her hips rose and she tried to pull away he held her in place; pushing and suddenly he was there and he watched as the remaining inches of his dick disappeared into her willing body.

He missed the fact that as he reached nirvana she came. But not knowing and destroying the moment were two different things. He knew from experience that if he pulled back any she might not let him back in all the way. Or she might not be able to let him back in all the way so he stayed in place and just flexed and moved his hips around. It was perfect for her orgasm and she closed her eyes and squeezed her muscles as they hardened and her body tensed and clamping her legs around his back as she began to lightly shake as the bolts of electricity rushed through her nervous system.

As her orgasm began to wane he began to move, to pump into her. Harsh light flashed through her closed eyes as he did and she felt every fiber of her pussy as it moved with him, or resisted him in the perfect places as she felt him filling her yet again. She opened her eyes to see him over her; up on his hands arms extended. She realized then how tall he was as his head was past hers and she had to look up to see his eyes. His hips moved to some rhythm inside his mind and she struggled to match it as he picked up his pace. He began to withdrawal more and then thrust in and she felt every inch of every stroke of him.

As she became more accustomed to him and his size he began to move easier and therefore faster. Her hips were moving with him and then her whole body began to move up and down as he pushed into and out of her, he had not once totally withdrawn and the depth of his strokes were beginning to move her up the bed. She put her hands up to keep her head off the headboard and he rose up grabbing her waist and without withdrawing pulled her back down the bed. She laughed at the kindness of not banging her into the headboard and he responded by moving harder and faster as he thrust into her.

He changed his strokes to hard rapid thrusts that shook the bed and she was unable to match his intensity. A small moan began to escape her lips and as he powered into her it built up into a steady sound that spurred him on; faster and harder until it became something that left her unable to match him and her body just gave up all resistance and moved only as he moved her.

His body slapped at hers as he reached full depth with his thrusts and she knew she was once again moving toward the headboard. He moved to lift her legs up but she resisted, trying to pull away, knowing that position would give him access that she feared might split her in two so powerful were his thrusts. Her moans had turned into gasps and an uncontrollable panting as she tried to speak but was unable. He was like a machine and the more noise she made and the more she tried to get away the harder and faster he went. Unable to take it any longer she moved her hands to his chest to try to control the depths of his thrusts. Her fingers splayed open across him and she saw once again the color contrast; her Irish white skin against the black of his chest and the thoughts of the taboo and the forbidden lusts combined to force another rush of adrenaline through her body.

The moon escaped the clouds at that moment and the contrast was clear, his face, his body, the feel of him as ataköy escort he penetrated her so completely, No violated her! Her mind screamed and she shuddered into her second orgasm of the night.

This one he recognized and he lifted himself up higher forcing her hips up and he rose up to his toes and pushed himself deeper into her and once in flexed himself and then pulled away only to quickly push back down into her. He moved harder now and with her hips slightly upturned his body pounded against hers. Her clit, swollen from the rush of adrenaline, sparked to his touch as her orgasm continued to race through her body.

As her muscles tightened she began to pour out her wetness over him to such a degree that it escaped around him and flooded their union and her legs. She began to moan and cry out in a song of pleasure that continued for minutes as he repeated his hard slow strokes making full body contact until at last her body collapsed to the bed totally spent, sweat covering her as a fine mist.

He thought she had passed out for a moment until she moved her hips to escape him. He tried again to lift her legs but she startled him by whispering “No. I can’t take that. Slow down, come here,” as she pulled his head down toward hers.

He came down to her then, resting himself on his elbows. She wanted the full contact of his skin against hers and as she slid her hands up over his back she pulled him down further until he relaxed and suddenly she felt his body pressing against her. Like all men his inner sense of chivalry prevented him from collapsing completely on top of her so she left it alone. His chest still pressed against her breasts and she felt the beads of sweat from his body as they mingled with hers. He had almost stopped his thrusts as he sought a position comfortable to both of them but it didn’t matter, she felt him as deep inside of her now as she did before.

She looked at him but his head was turned away from her as his hips were moving again. She wanted to see his face and slid her hands from his back to his head and guided him to her. He didn’t resist but rose up a notch where their eyes met. Between the dark room and the blackness of his skin his eyes seemed to glow and she pulled his head just a touch and he lowered to her waiting mouth. Her lust relaxed slightly only to be replaced with a deep passion as her lips pressed against him and her tongue searched his open mouth.

She held him in that position; on top of her unmoving, buried inside of her, as their bodies relaxed until his needs began to feed him again and finally he pushed himself up a touch. Eyes locked again she finally gave in to the inevitable and she whispered to him “Fuck me hard.”

He hesitated only a second and that just to allow him to see her face as she said it. He twitched inside of her and heard her gasp as he rose up and pushed himself away and reached once again for her legs. This time she didn’t resist and he swung them over his shoulders and lifted himself to his knees and slowly, painfully slowly began to move inside of her again. He moved in deep full strokes now as he wanted to hear her beg him again. He had gotten what he wanted; this sharp looking professional woman lying underneath him. And he knew he had pleased her. He had felt her violent orgasm. Not knowing he had made her cum twice he was never the less pleased with the intensity of the one he knew she had experienced.

Now he wanted this moment to be about him. Not knowing for her it had always been about him. She had given in to his advances out of more than just lust or the curiosity of wondering if what she had heard was true. Out of some sense of… what? She was afraid to admit or even entertain that thought as she watched him begin to drive into her again.

She had been shocked by his size and how he worked himself. How he handled her, like a, like a what, she wondered yet again… As he quickened his pace once more her body moved with çapa escort him and she thought about how he was fucking her, how he had fucked her. She wasn’t a virgin and had had a few really talented lovers so what made him different?

She watched him as he closed his eyes and began to lean over her. He grunted and she had to catch a breath as he began to move hard again, competently changing up his motions and she knew this would hurt so right.

Suddenly it came to her trained mind. Of course, she was a doctor, a shrink, she giggled silently. How had she not seen this? To her it was the fulfillment, maybe, of a secret taboo, something so wrong, so bad; so forbidden. It was like a junkie sneaking away for a fix of something new. For him it was some kind of conquest. She was white and he was black. He saw life differently than she did; she was the white man’s woman. She recalled telling him she was married, it was a lie to scare him off but all that did was make him try harder to get her. She saw it now…

She thought about this unexpected revelation for a minute as he moved harder and her thoughts became clouded with the feeling swelling up inside of her body. She realized that she was also pushing these thoughts herself. Her mind, what she considered her greatest sex organ, was working overtime now with these feelings. These realizations and their mental thoughts, hers and what she suddenly knew had to be his, were driving her lusts toward something new. And if she was doing it to herself, he must be too! Then the light flashed on and she knew what he wanted. What he had to have to complete his conquest. Her journey to this forbidden pleasure had been wicked, violent and draining and now she knew he needed something too.

The surprise she felt of grasping his thoughts on fucking her was over shadowed by the shock of what she did next: Watching him as he was moving inside of her she spoke to him in a voice she didn’t recognize: “Fuck me you bastard. You black bastard mother fucker. Fuck my white pussy!” It came out in a hiss of a whisper but it made its mark and she saw his eyes open and he stared down into her face.

His mouth clinched tight and he moved a touch faster. She knew it then, saw it, he was about to cum and she knew she had to give him what he needed, what he had to have to fulfill his half of the taboo of an interracial union. She reached for his ass, grasping him, squeezing him, pushing him into her. She spoke again: “That’s right baby, fuck me, harder, harder!” She wanted to say more, to be really nasty and she suspected he would have enjoyed it and responded to it, but she was unable to bring herself to cross that line so forbidden to her was that taboo…

He pushed himself up higher on his outstretched arms and his hips staggered and she squeezed, digging her nails into his ass as suddenly she knew he was there, he was going to cum inside of her. That’s what he needed! That’s what he had to have for his half of this bargain, his half of the conquest. He grunted and his voice blasted from his clinched mouth; “Ahh fuck, I’m cuming baby! Oh Fuck… damn…”

She squeezed him harder and rode him as he thrust inside of her, his powerful body tense as he completed the actions his lusts demanded. She tried to watch his face, to gauge his response to her allowing him to finish this way when she realized that he would never see it as her allowing him to cum inside of her, but as him taking what he demanded. That realization intertwined with her mental image of this black man as he poured his cum inside of her caused her to climax in an orgasm that made the other two look tame by comparison…

When she awoke she startled at the realization that she had been sleeping. She looked around and steadied on the clock: 4:30 in the morning. She sat up, aware that she was alone. Was that a dream? Her mind flashed for only a second. Her body answered no as she felt the soreness in places not used to being abused in that manner. She dropped back down into the bed and began to think about the bar where she met him. She smiled and ran her hands over her body shuddering at the sensations. She stretched and felt the stiffness and sighed into the darkness as her hand slid down between her legs: No it wasn’t a dream…

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In the pitch-black bedroom, Amy stared at the spot where she had set her phone. She couldn’t see it, but she couldn’t get it off her mind. She had made an excuse about being too tired when Trent had wanted to have sex earlier. That was two hours ago, and she hadn’t even closed her eyes.

The truth was, the thought of having sex with her husband was starting to turn Amy off. She loved him, of course, but compared to the men she was fantasizing about, he just seemed so average, so vanilla. And the black dildo she had been using the past two days had given her more intense orgasms than she had ever experienced with him.

Then there was the text. Treyvon, the black man Amy had flirted with at work, had found her phone and added himself to her contacts. “Whenever you’re ready,” the text had said. What did that mean? Had he looked through her photos and seen the photoshopped pictures of her with black men? Did he think they were real, that she was some kind of slut? Also, why did that turn her on so much? She was half afraid, half hoping her phone would light up with a text from him. Twice she had typed a message, asking what he meant, but she couldn’t bring herself to send it.

Meanwhile, as she lay there thinking about it, Amy’s pussy was on fire. She had already masturbated to black men three times that day, but not since she had seen the text. With her kids and husband home, she couldn’t get any privacy. “Now they are all asleep,” she thought. She really wanted to watch the Jackson Hammer DVD she bought, and use her dildo, but she was afraid that would wake everyone up.

Amy picked up her phone and opened her interracial website. She had already seen all of Jackson’s movies on the site, but she scrolled back through some of the older videos. She skipped past a couple that ended with facial cumshots. She liked to see the black cock cum inside the girl at the end.

“This looks promising,” she thought, clicking on a video featuring a brunette girl. The black guy was much better looking than Jackson, with a well-muscled build. Amy was slightly disappointed to see that his cock, while twice the size of her husband’s, wasn’t as big as Jackson’s.

The scene started with the girl getting down on her knees to suck the black man’s dick. Amy went to slide her usual three fingers into her pussy, and was surprised to find that they were no longer enough to fill her. “My dildo must really be stretching me out,” she thought as she slipped a fourth finger in. Her pussy full once more, she began to pump her fingers in and out.

“Your black cock is so huge,” the girl was saying. She held it with both hands and put it against the side of her face. “It’s almost bigger than my head.” Amy pulled out one of her big tits and pinched her nipple, rolling it between two fingers. She moaned, and her husband stirred next to her. She quickly paused the video and stayed still, her fingers still inside her soaking wet pussy.

Trent turned over and continued to snore. Amy pressed play again and started moving her fingers again. The girl was now riding the black dick, her ass jiggling each time she thrust her hips down on it. Amy licked her lips as she watched the fat black shaft disappear inside the girl’s pussy. Her fingers matched the pace of the couple on the screen. She could feel her orgasm approaching, but too slowly.

Amy knew what would make her cum. She skipped the video forward to the last few minutes. The girl was screaming, “Yes! Give it to me! Cum inside me! Fill my tiny white pussy with your cum!” The black man needed no more encouragement. Amy could see his balls tense up and release as he flooded the girl’s pussy with his seed. Her other hand flew from her tits to her clit, rubbing it furiously. Her eyes were riveted to the black cock as it pulsated inside the girl, blasting jet after jet of cum into her womb.

The girl continued trying to ride the black man’s dick, even after it finally stopped cumming. His cock started to go soft, and slipped out of the her pussy. As it slid out, it was followed by a torrent of white cum which dripped down the girl’s pussy lips onto the man’s body. The girl immediately slid down and began lapping it up.

The sight of the girl licking the black man’s cum from his rock hard abs after it had just dripped out of her own pussy was what pushed Amy over the edge. She wanted so badly to make herself squirt, her fingers reaching inside herself as deep as they would go, but she somehow knew it wouldn’t be enough. She needed her dildo, but it was hidden safely away in her underwear drawer at that moment. Her pussy tightened around her fingers as she came, thrashing in her bed. She desperately tried not to cry out, but a low, throaty moan escaped her lips as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

“Babe, you ok?” her husband’s sleepy voice came.

“I’m fine,” Amy snapped, determined not to let him ruin her orgasm. “Go back to sleep.” She tried to lay as still as possible, her hands clamped between her thighs. bayrampaşa escort After another moment or two the waves of pleasure subsided, and she glanced over. Her husband was fast asleep. Her phone was lying between them, the screen still lit up with the final few seconds of the video, the image of the fat black cock in the girl’s hand frozen on the display.

She had gotten lucky, Amy thought as she licked her cum from her fingers. Her husband had almost caught her masturbating to interracial porn. Worse, it was after she had told him she was too tired for sex. “I need to be careful next time,” she thought, and smiled to herself. Here it was, not two minutes after bringing herself off, and she was already planning the next time she would masturbate to black cocks.

Her lust sated for the moment, Amy finally drifted off to sleep. Her usual dreams of having sex with random black men played out in her mind. They had become increasingly vivid over the past few days, as she had been watching so much porn. When she awoke the next morning, her panties were drenched, as usual. Her husband had gone to work early again, and she had the day off from the coffee shop. That meant that after she got the kids off to school, she would have at least eight glorious hours to herself that day. She had no illusions about how she would be spending that time. Her nipples stiffened in anticipation as she realized she would finally be able to watch her Jackson Hammer DVD.

Amy dressed in her bathrobe and made a quick breakfast. After they had eaten, she rushed the kids out the door and onto the school bus. When she was alone, she dug her massive black dildo and the DVD out from the bottom of her underwear drawer. She drew the blinds in the living room and inserted the DVD into the player. When the menu came up, she tossed her robe onto the couch next to her and peeled off her sticky panties, exposing her wet pussy.

Amy pressed play on the first scene and lined up the enormous black dildo with her drooling slit. Again she was surprised at the relative ease at which she was able to make it go inside her. The scene set up with Jackson Hammer as a rapper, and the girl as a fan getting called backstage. She was a tall blonde with a nice round ass that Amy couldn’t wait to see bounce on the fat black shaft.

“Oh my god, your cock is huge,” the girl said as she pulled it out of his pants. “It’s the biggest black cock I’ve ever seen!”

“You and me both, sister,” thought Amy as she began sliding the black dildo in and out of her pussy. She loved the feeling of it stretching her out, and the thought of it ruining her for white men drove her wild.

“I want your big black cock in my mouth,” the girl said as she dropped to her knees. Her mouth engulfed the immense dick as she started sucking, choking herself as she tried to get as much of it down her throat as she could. Amy pumped the dildo into herself with both hands. Every time she used it, she was able to fit more of the black shaft inside her.

Outside, Amy heard the sound of a jackhammer start up. Apparently they were doing road work on her street that day. Annoyed, she turned up the volume.

“God, you have such a beautiful big black cock,” the blonde was saying.

“Fourteen inches,” Jackson told her.

“Mmm, I can tell.”

“That’s ten,” he said as the girl planted a kiss on his shaft. “Twelve, thirteen, and that’s fourteen,” he continued as she flicked her tongue out over the top of his black dick. Amy plunged the dildo as deep as it would go and held it there. She pinched her nipples with her other hand as she watched the girl suck the huge cock.

“I want to feel your cock inside me, every inch,” she said.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Jackson answered as he lined up his cock between her legs. He pushed it forward and penetrated her as she squealed in ecstasy. Her pussy lips stretched around the giant dick as he pushed it inside. Both of Amy’s hands squeezed her big tits as she tried holding the dildo inside with just her pussy.

Suddenly the screen flicked off. Frustrated, Amy stood up and let the dildo fall from her pussy. She tried the TV remote, and then the DVD player, but nothing happened. Then she noticed the ceiling fan slowing down. The power must have gone out.

There was a knock at her front door. Amy panicked as she threw on her bathrobe. She kicked the dildo under the couch, leaving a sticky wet smear on the hardwood floor as it slid. She went to the door and looked through the peephole.

There was a black man standing on her front stoop. He was wearing a hard hat and an orange construction vest. Amy could see the shirt below was soaked through with sweat. He must have been part of the road crew she heard working earlier.

She jumped as the black man knocked again. “What could he want?” Amy wondered. She knew it was dangerous for her to open the door in her current state, but what could she do? It would beşiktaş escort be rude to ignore him, and what if it was about something important? She made up her mind and opened the door.

“Hello, Ma’am, my name’s Ray, and I’m with the city,” the black man said. We just wanted to apologize for knocking your power out and to let you know it should be back up shortly.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Amy answered. Ray was looking at her strangely. She noticed his eyes scan down across her body, and then look past her into her living room. She was suddenly very aware that she was extremely flushed, her hard nipples were visible through her thin robe, and the inside of her house smelled like her pussy. She glanced back at where the man was looking and was mortified to see the case for her interracial porn DVD sitting out in the open next to the TV.

“Well, I obviously interrupted something, so again, I’m sorry,” Ray said with a knowing grin that made Amy blush. “Before I get back to work, could I trouble you for a glass of water?”

Amy thought it would be rude to refuse him. “Sure, wait one minute and I’ll get you one,” she said. As she walked back to her kitchen she scooped up the DVD case and tossed it into a drawer. Her pussy was still soaking wet from watching her porn. Or was it from talking to the strange man at her door? Ray wasn’t particularly good looking, but he was tall, and muscular, and BLACK! She filled a glass for him and walked back towards the front entrance. Her pussy throbbed when she saw that Ray now inside her house. He had closed the door behind him and was walking towards the couch where she had kicked her dildo.

“H… here you go,” Amy stammered, handing him the glass. He accepted it and drained it in one go.

“Thanks, Ma’am,” Ray said, handing the empty glass back to her. She took it and set it on the armrest of the couch. She waited for him to leave, but he just stood there, staring at her. What was he doing? Why wasn’t he leaving?

He took a step closer to her. Amy backed away, the back of her legs hitting the couch. He took another step. He was so close now she could smell his sweat.

“You don’t need to settle for that toy, you know. I’ve got the real thing for you right here,” Ray whispered. Amy’s stomach flip-flopped. Was this really happening?

“I… I don’t know what you mean,” she squeaked, trying to take another step away and falling backwards onto the couch.

“I’m pretty sure you do,” Ray said, unbuckling his belt. He unzipped and pulled out his dick.

Amy’s mouth fell open as she saw the black cock. Flaccid, it was already bigger than her husband. She bit her lip and looked up at Ray.

“See, I knew you wanted a look,” he grinned. He took it in one hand and stroked it slowly. Amy watched it getting longer and stiffer. “What do you think?”

“It’s… big,” she answered. Her heart was pounding. A black man was in her living room with his cock out!

“Have you ever seen a black man’s cock in real life?” He asked, stroking it towards her face.

“No,” she lied. In fact, Amy had seen one yesterday in the stock room of the coffee shop, but she wasn’t about to tell that to some stranger.

“I bet it’s bigger than any dick you’ve ever seen,” Ray said. He was not wrong there. His cock was now hard, and she could see it had a good 3 inches on her husband’s dick. “You ever see anything like this, girl?”

“In… In movies,” Amy said. Her stomach was in knots. Ray’s hard black cock was inches from her face.

“Yeah, that’s right, girl. You like watching movies with black dicks, don’t you?” Ray stopped stroking and stood with his hands on his hips, his cock pointed between her eyes. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted. She could feel the heat coming off it.

“You like black dick, don’t you?”

“Yesss,” she whispered.

“You want to touch it,” Ray said.

“It wasn’t a question,” Amy realized. “He’s telling me. He knows.”

“You want to touch it,” he repeated, when she didn’t say anything.

“No, I… I can’t,” she stuttered.

Ray reached down and grabbed her hand. She tensed. He pulled it up towards his cock. Amy didn’t resist.

When her fingertips touched her first real black cock, she felt her pussy gush. Amy wrapped her hand around the shaft, feeling its hardness. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. Time seemed to slow down. She ran her fingers underneath Ray’s cock and felt his balls. “They’re full of cum,” she thought. “Black man’s cum.” She moved her hand back up and felt his dick throb as she brushed his head.

“Yeah, stroke it, girl. Stroke my cock,” Ray said as Amy’s hand explored his dick. She closed her hand around it and began moving it slowly. “That’s it, girl. Tell me you love it.”

Amy was so turned on by now that all of her shyness and embarrassment were gone. “I do! I love black cocks!” she admitted. Her free hand went under her robe and into her pussy. merter escort “Black cocks make my pussy wet! They make me cummmm…” A few seconds of rubbing was all it took for her to orgasm. She kept stroking Ray’s cock as she came, going faster now.

“Ray, where you at?” shouted a voice from outside.

“Oh, shit,” Ray swore. “The foreman. I gotta get back out there before I get fired.”

Amy didn’t want to let go of the black dick in her hand. She wanted to see it cum now. She needed to see it. She tore open her robe and exposed her big tits to Ray. “Cum for me!” she hissed. “Cum on these big white tits!”

“Ray, if you’re inside that house goofing off, I swear it’s your ass!”

Ray grunted as Amy could feel his cock twitch in her hand. She pointed it at her chest and slid her hand down to its base. A thick rope of cum erupted from the tip of his black cock and hit the side of her left breast. The next one splattered across her nipple. The last two didn’t have as much force and dribbled onto her hand.

As she released his cock, Ray was already pulling up his pants. He ran to the door and was gone without another word. Amy was in a trance. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. She had jacked off a black man in her own living room. His cum was drying on her tits. She knew she would have gone further with him, too.

Amy would have fucked the black stranger that had barged into her house and pulled out his dick. The thought terrified her. Who was she becoming? She suddenly felt dirty, and ran to the shower. As the water cascaded onto her, she thought of her husband. She loved Trent, and didn’t want to be unfaithful. She knew she was losing control of her black men fantasy, and if she didn’t change what she was doing now, she was going to do something she would regret.

After her shower, she boxed up her DVD and the dildo, and took them to the attic. That night, Amy had sex with her husband without thinking about black men. She had to fake her orgasm, but she was proud of herself nonetheless.

Her dreams did not relent, however. Black cocks floated through her mind all night as she slept. Amy awoke the next morning with her panties wet, as usual. She was determined not to give in, so she got ready for work without masturbating.

Her shift at work was uneventful. She avoided talking to Janice, not wanting to think about the scene she had witnessed the other day in the stock room. Treyvon did not stop in the shop that day.

The road crew was still out on the street when Amy got home from work. She didn’t see Ray with the rest of the men. “I wonder if he got fired?” she thought to herself.

For the next few days, things seemed to get easier for Amy. She didn’t see Ray at all, and the crew finished their work and moved on. Treyvon was missing from the coffee shop as well. At home, she immersed herself in housework and didn’t watch any porn or touch herself.

Amy and her husband had sex every night, but try as she might, she couldn’t cum. She had hoped that cutting out masturbation and porn would make it easier to reach orgasm with Trent, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. Every time they slept together, her release seemed farther and farther away.

Soon enough, it became more and more difficult for Amy to keep her mind off of black dick. Every night in her dreams she sucked and fucked countless black men, and every morning she woke with her pussy dripping. She was still resolved not to watch porn or play with herself, however, so her dissatisfaction grew.

It had been a week since Amy had jacked off Ray in her living room. The guilt and shame she felt after that incident was almost completely overshadowed by her frustration at not having had an orgasm since. As she cleaned the room, Amy found herself thinking about the feel of his hard cock in her hand, the contrast of its blackness against her pale skin, and the mingled scents of her pussy and his sweat. She was glad her dildo was put away in the attic, as her resolve seemed to be wavering.

Her phone buzzed on the end table. She had a text. As she saw who it was from, her heart skipped a beat. Treyvon was texting her.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, girl,” the message read.

Should she answer him? Amy didn’t know what to do. Her wet pussy ached, longing for a touch. “No,” she thought. “I need to ignore it.”

She turned it over and tried to keep her mind on cleaning. Her whole body seemed like it was electrified. She was very aware of the fabric of her panties rubbing against her mound, and of every jiggle her tits made each time she took a step.

The phone buzzed again. Amy ran back over to it and flipped it right side up. There was another text from Treyvon.

“Come on, I was only playing. Don’t be mad.”

Why did he think she was mad at him? Amy hated for people to think she was being rude. She decided to answer him.

“No, I’m not mad. I just didn’t know what to say. What did you mean, whenever I was ready?” she typed.

Treyvon’s reply came a few seconds later. “I saw your pics when I found your phone. I was just trying to figure out whose it was.”

Amy felt like she had just swallowed ice. He had seen her pictures. She had to be sure. “Which pics?” she asked.

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Just in case you’re wondering who this is, my name is Maya Suleiman, and I’m a Lebanese-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I study criminal justice at Carleton University, and hope to go to Law school someday. Oh, um, I’ve got a thing for black guys, especially the ones from the Caribbean because here in Canada they’re the only ones daring enough to date us Middle-Eastern women. Black men from Africa are all too familiar with Arab racism and won’t dare flirt with an Arab woman for fear of Arab men’s reaction. Arab guys flip out when they see an Arab woman with a guy from another race or culture. And they absolutely hate seeing us Arab women with black guys most of all. I could care less. That’s why I am sucking Gary’s dick with gusto, polishing his cock with my mouth and tongue.

I sucked Gary’s dick until I could feel him beginning to shake, his knees quavered and his eyes widened. I knew he was about to cum long before he began shouting and moaning. I continued sucking him, not letting up until he gave it up. I wanted to feel his hot manly sperm all over my face. So to really drive him over the edge I slipped my finger up his ass, and just like I thought it would, he came right then and there. A lot of men refuse to admit it but the male G-spot in inside every man’s bum. Gary came, blasting his cum all over my face. I smiled as I felt a geyser of hot cum all over me.

Gary exhaled sharply, and looked at me, his eyes glazed over. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and smiled. How are you feeling? I asked Gary, smiling wickedly. Gary shook his head and told me he felt great, then he scooped me up in his arms. As Gary kissed me and began nibbling on my tits, I looked at our reflections in the bedroom mirror. How different we looked. Gary is six-foot-four, taksim escort dark-skinned and muscular. He’s built like a college football player even though he’s one of the most nerdy people I know. He studies civil engineering at the University of Ottawa. I’m five-foot-eight, busty, plump-bodied and big-bottomed. I’ve got black hair, bronze skin and pale brown eyes. Oh, and before I forget? I am GOOD in bed!

Gary sucks on the areola of my left breast and fondles my right tit with his right hand while his left hand spreads my plump thighs. I moaned softly as I felt Gary’s fingers slide into my pussy. I’m already wet, I got so excited sucking his dick and watching his body spasm with pleasure as I worked him over. Gary kisses his way down from my breasts, patting my round belly and making his way to my pelvic area. He spreads my thighs wide open, and teases my pussy lips with his tongue. I absolutely hate it when he teases me like this. Grabbing the silver crucifix hanging around his neck, I urge him to lick my damn pussy if he knows what’s good for him.

Gary grins wryly then goes to work on me. His mouth follows his agile fingers, fastening on my pussy lips. His tongue darts inside of me, twisting this way and that. I grab the back of his neck and press him against my mound, for I can’t get enough of what he’s doing to me. I shudder with pleasure all over as Gary’s fingers and tongue sent little shivers of pleasure deep inside of me. I feel my toes curling as Gary finally gets me, right in the sweet spot. Oh, yeah. That’s my spot. I tell Gary to keep working it and I want it faster and harder but the damn teaser slows down, tormenting me in the best AND worst way possible.

I grip the bed sheets, and spasm all over as the magic moment arrives at last. Finally, I cum, and it’s quick, violent, rough and hot all at once. In all the excitement, I absolutely lose control, my head actually bangs the bed post and my thrashing legs lash out, as I feel that sweet fire down below. I cry out in pleasure, swearing in every language I know, from the Arabic of my homeland to the French and English I learned at public schools in Ontario. I lie on the bed, and for a moment I am unsure where I am. Finally, my vision clears, and I look at Gary. My sexy Haitian stud kisses my lips, and gathers me into his arms.

I look into Gary’s eyes, and I see love, lust and fascination şişli escort there. I kiss him passionately, and reach for his member. All of a sudden I’ve got to have him inside of me. Gary doesn’t resist. He rolls a condom on his dick and slides it into my pussy. A sharp cry escapes my lips as he thrusts into me. This isn’t my first rough ride by any means. The myth of the chaste and repressed Arab woman is just that, a myth. I’ve been with plenty of men. Still, Gary is in a class by himself. When he makes love to me, he does so as if his life depends on it. He explores every inch of my flesh, and fucks me roughly or gently, depending on what I’m in the mood for. And he’s always passionate, whether he’s pounding my pussy with his dick like a hammer striking an anvil or making sweet love to me. He always gives it his all, and then some.

Much later, we lie in each other’s arms, our bodies glistening with sweat. I’m still awake but Gary is fast asleep. I look at him, and in the dim light of the moon, he looks so beautiful. Gently I run my index finger along his hairy chest. We definitely come from different worlds, though we’re both immigrants in Canada. I was born in the City of Baskinta, in a predominantly Christian area of Lebanon. My family lost a lot of people during the Christian/Muslim conflict in the Republic of Lebanon, that’s why my parents, Djohar and Aisha Suleiman came to Canada in 1989 with my brother Muhammad and me. I was two and my brother was one. Yep, I’m the daughter of refugees.

As for Gary, interestingly, his family left the Caribbean island of Haiti for similar reasons. His parents, Arthur and Michelle Davilmar were staunch supporters of the Duvalier regime and when that dictator fell, they left Haiti for the City of Montreal, province of Quebec. Gary was born in Quebec a year after his parents arrived in Canada. In the eyes of most Canadians, I am a “real Canadian” because I can pass for Italian. I don’t wear a hijab and nothing I do or say marks me as “Muslim” until someone asks for ID. Gary often tells me about the racism he experiences daily in Canada because he’s a black man. The fact that he’s a proud Christian in a country that’s increasingly worried about Muslim radicals has done nothing to deter the bigots who hate him for his skin tone.

We’re both products of our environments and cultures, I guess. I don’t remember Lebanon, though my parents nişantaşı escort speak of it fondly and I have no desire to return. I don’t want to see Sharia law being applied to nations in the West and I don’t get involved in Arab politics. If you were to ask me about Lebanon’s political situation today, I’d tell you that it’s better off with a Christian president. You can call me a traitor to my faith if you want, I don’t care. I practice my Muslim faith privately, since I’ve never really felt at home in Masjids. They’re too restrictive and too political for my liking. Don’t much care for the sexist and judgemental Imams either. Most of my friends at school are people from other religions. My fondness for wearing short skirts, drinking alcohol and partying hard don’t sit well with a lot of the Muslim students at school. Some of them even wear the burka, if you can believe that! And last but not least, I own a dog, a Pomeranian called Davy. Now you’ve seen everything!

I live in an apartment in the east end of Ottawa, far away from my parents, who are recently divorced but live in the same apartment building in Gatineau. My brother Muhammad lives in Orleans with his Somali girlfriend Zarah. He knows I like black men but doesn’t approve, yet sees absolutely nothing hypocritical in that. We don’t talk much because he’s a drunkard and a racist. He flunked out of Algonquin College, and can’t hold a job. Yeah, that’s my family. Welcome to my life, ladies and gentlemen. I haven’t told this to Gary but I honestly envy him. I’ve felt more welcome at his mostly black church the few times I visited it than at any Masjid where I’ve set foot. Goes to show you some of the key differences between our two faiths.

I honestly wish I could marry Gary, and become his wife. I want to bear his brats. I think they’d be beautiful. Sadly, I don’t think it’s meant to be. Gary is Christian and I am a Muslim. I would never ask Gary to convert to Islam because I know how much his Christian faith means to him. Also, I like that Gary is a Christian. He’s treated me far better than any of the men ( from my faith ) that I’ve dealt with. Even if he was a Muslim, my parents would never accept him because he is black and us Arabs are the most racist people in the world. Trust me, the Nazis got nothing on us. My people hate all non-Arabs but will deny it till kingdom come. It’s who we are, I guess. We deny that bigoted, intolerant preachers spur our young men to join radical movements and we deny that there is a lot of racism in Arab communities. Deny, deny, deny. It’s the Arab way. I close my eyes and fall asleep, letting my mind wander to dreamland, where anything is possible. For I know what my reality is and I hate it.

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Back home in South London, in the suburb of Balham, life was as different from the Caribbean as it was possible to get.

There were plenty of black guys around, but it just wasn’t the same as in St Lucia. Their manners, attitude and general approach to life didn’t seem the same. Whatever happened to them as They became immigrants wasn’t an improvement on the happy-go-lucky cheerful attitude Tara and I had loved so much on our all too short holiday in St Lucia.

So it wasn’t perhaps surprising that we didn’t date any black men in Balham.

Balham was, as the late Peter Sellers described it in his memorable soliloquy, the Gateway to the South, Four-square on the Northern Line. Balham should have been called “Dullsville” for the sake of accuracy.

As Tara and I lost our tans and settled to our humdrum working lives, we couldn’t help thinking of our holiday as one of those golden memories we would carry into old age.

We managed to scrape together enough cash for a short Caribbean cruise out of St Martin. We only had one day in Castries, the capital of St Lucia. How disappointed we were to find that Raoul and Cal’s place was occupied by others and their business premises were derelict. Our inquiries revealed they had sold up and left for England eight months ago, looking for a pair of English girls whose surnames they didn’t even know.

I guess they hadn’t realised that although England is a small country geographically, there are nearly fifty million people living there and there must be thousands of Ellens and Taras!

We returned to the ship sadly and consoled ourselves with the amorous attentions of a couple of the black stewards on the return voyage to St Martin. We both loved their cute French accents. It’s not called the language of love for nothing.

It was at a family gathering over the following Christmas break that I met an old friend called John again. We had been friends as youngsters. In fact , John had been my very first lover. The very day I reached the “age of consent” he had taken my maidenhood in our mother’s kitchen while she was out shopping. At first I felt as if I had the words, “No longer a Virgin” tattooed across my forehead in big red capitals, but once I found out she couldn’t tell that I had lost my virginity just by looking at me , it didn’t seem so much of a big deal. Especially as I hadn’t even come.

I must have had some feelings left for John because I agreed to go out with him a couple of times. On the second date we ended up in bed. I found out he had improved a lot in the sex department since our earlier encounter.

After a few more nights together, John started asking me to marry him. I laughed it off at first, saying we were far too young. When I thought about it, most of my girlfriends of my own age were either married or living with their boyfriends on a regular basis. Four of my school classmates already had children.

John kept on campaigning to make me his wife, pointing out that at twenty-four and twenty we were hardly shallow teenagers. In the end, I began to wilt under pressure from John, my peers and family.

All except Sarah, my mother, who agreed with me that I was too young. John, however, managed to get round her somehow and, eventually, even she agreed to our union.

I know I should have been stronger, but hindsight is a twenty-twenty form of vision as any thoughtful person knows only too well. John had never given me the sort of buzz I had got from Raoul on our first Caribbean holiday. But I wanted children and John agreed. And he was certainly a very eligible spouse.

What surprised me most of all was John’s suggestion that we wed in the Caribbean. He had a brochure from a place at the north end of St Lucia in Rodney Bay. The pictures of it looked good with the blue seas and the marina. Also it was a part of the island I had never seen and it wouldn’t bring back memories of our first visit.

We got a good deal from an airline for the family and friends who wanted to come out for the ceremony and return the following day. Our mother accompanied Tara and me as an advance party to make preparations. We took over the conference room at the hotel and decorated it appropriately with bunting, flowers and ribbons. John arrived with the guests the next day. Most of them got an early night, but John and I went dancing at the marina. When John got tired, I did a couple of turns round the dance floor with a couple of black guys. Tony and Jesse were pleasant, well turned out and polite, although they made no secret of the fact they found me very attractive and desirable. But it all seemed like good fun. Eventually John and I tired and bid my admirers goodnight.

Next day started early for me. First bathing and manicure, then the hairdressers. Then Tara and Sarah (Mum insisted on her first name ‘at least for the trip,’ she said) helped me dressing in a beautiful white satin and lace wedding gown over my fancy new underclothes, which included stockings and garter belt. Fortunately the fatih escort hotel was air-conditioned, so I wasn’t too hot in all the gear.

When I was ready I got quite a thrill seeing my reflection in a full length mirror. A beautiful 21 year old blond was smiling back at me. I felt like a million dollars.

I felt the same as I walked up to the specially arranged altar on my Dad’s arm, followed by my sister, Tara, in a shiny pink satin gown.

After the ceremony came the wedding ‘breakfast’ followed by music and dancing. Finally it was time for John and me to leave.

We had arranged to stay for a few days at a little chalet a few miles north of the marina. It was right on the beach and almost as far north as anyone could go without getting their feet wet.

I had a strange feeling as we drove the few miles to the chalet in our hired car. In fact I looked back expecting to see someone following us. But it was dark and I could see no headlights behind us.

Once inside the chalet, John poured us a couple of drinks.

“To our future together,” he said as he raised his glass.

Hardly had we downed the drinks before there was a knock on the door.

“Who on earth can that be,” John said as he went to the door and opened it.

Some sort of cosh or club hit him over the head as the door opened and he was over powered by two hooded figures. His hands and feet were locked with cable ties before he could recover or I could get across the room to help him.

As I got there, one of the men grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. Then my own hands were tied to a bed post. They tied John to a chair facing towards the bed.

“Now you’re going to see your pretty wife get blacked, white boy,” one of them said to my new husband.

The voice sounded familiar. Suddenly I realised these were the two guys who I had danced with last night.

They had told me how much they fancied me when we were dancing out of earshot of John, but I didn’t things would ever get this far. I remembered one of them had rubbed his erection against me during a slow dance and I had flirted to the extent of returning the pressure against his cock. The other one had kissed me on the cheek, and when I hadn’t objected, he had kissed me again but this time on the lips. Not only had I allowed him but I returned his kiss.

Now I realised what a foolish girl I had been. They were going to rape me in front of John. It wasn’t fair on him. I accepted I was at fault, to some extent, for my behaviour on the dance floor.

One of the men produced what looked like a Stanley knife. He proceeded to draw the small sharp blade from the hem of my lovely dress right up to my waist. Then as the sides slipped away, he did the same thing to my slip. Then he reached up and ripped my pretty panties off.

I remembered what my Aunty Vera had told me soon after I reached puberty.

“If ever you get raped, honey, don’t fight it,” she advised. She went on that in those circumstances it was best to try and think of something pleasant and let the man get on with it.

And that was what I tried to do as Jesse dropped his shorts and thrust his cock into me.

I screamed and hollered with the pain. It seemed so much worse than ordinary sex. It’s the lack of any proper foreplay. I wished he had at least spit on his cock before driving it into me. Too late I thought I should have offered him a blow-job to start with.

Tony was giving John a drink of water, making sure he was fully conscious to witness the blacking of his bride. Jesse was fucking me steadily and, as the pain started to recede, I thought it was likely he could have had me the previous night without any trouble at all if their approach had been right.. Then he came and began pumping me full of his semen. At last, as his juices lubricated my cunt, it began to feel more like a normal fuck and I felt a few twinges of desire just as he withdrew.

“How did that feel, honey, having a nice big stiff black cock in your cunt?” he asked. I don’t think he expected an answer from me. The question was intended to humiliate John. I stayed silent. In any case, I could hardly reply that I had had better black cocks in my cunny than his. Like Raoul, Cal and the two black stewards we had met on our cruise!

John was making groaning noises. It was all he could do. Tony had fixed a length of duct tape over his mouth before he had fully regained consciousness. He was staring across the room towards Tony. I twisted around for a better view and saw that Tony was now stark naked except for his hood and sported the biggest cock I had ever seen. No wonder he had let Jesse have first go at me! It certainly seemed to have got John worked up as he grunted and struggled to free himself in vain.

Tony leaned over me and ripped the remains of my dress and slip off. Now I was in my bra, garter belt and stockings. I felt a bit sluttish.

As he held the head of his monster cock against the lips of my cunt, I instinctively mecidiyeköy escort opened my legs as wide as I could. He pressed in and his cock head popped into my well lubricated vagina. I was actually feeling grateful to Jesse for his semen! I would have had a real bad time without it. Tony was trying to be reasonable as he inched his way into me slowly, a bit further with each thrust. So although his cock was huge, and felt like it was filling the whole of my insides, there was nothing like the pain I had felt when Jesse first drove his prick into me.

As Tony stared driving into me with an easy pleasant rhythm, I couldn’t help myself responding, moving my hips back and forth in time with his thrusts. I even began to feel some pride in being able to accept and enjoy such a lovely big cock.

He moved his face closer to me and whispered,

“Are you enjoying this, Ellen?”

I nodded, then,

“Please untie my hands, Tony.”

He smiled at me. I had given myself away. He knew I recognised him! I feared he might now hurt me but instead he undid the cord holding my hands at the bedpost.

I rubbed my wrists, and muttered my thanks.

He put his face close to mine again. He pulled off his hood. I heard a gasp of disapproval from Jesse.

Then Tony kissed me. His big soft lips were slightly parted and I could feel his tongue against mine.

Then he said softly, right into my ear,

“Tell me how much you like it. Ask me to fuck you harder, Ellen. I know you want it and so do you. Say it out loud so your man can hear you.”

He was right about that! My hands had been against his shoulders but, acknowledging his powerful attraction to me, they slid around his neck and I pulled him close. Unbelievably I was beginning to come. My brain was in a frantic whirl. It was supposed to be John fucking me but all I had in my mind was Tony’s thrusting great black prick, filling me and driving me to the point of ecstasy.

I did as Tony told me.

I cried out, “Oh! Tony, I love the way you fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! I’m a black cock slut! Fuck me harder. Oh! Fuck! Ugh!” as I came and Tony began to pump his gooey spunk into me.

As I subsided from my absolutely heavenly orgasm, I realised I was lost to John, my new husband. I thought I might as well make the most of it and proceeded to suck Jesse and Tony off. At one stage, Jesse was driving his cock into my ass hole while I sucked Tony’s prick up to size for yet another round of fucking. I came and came. I just couldn’t get enough of these two gorgeous studs. I was nothing but a black cock slut in love with any black man who wanted me! They fucked me for several hours until we were all exhausted.

When the boys left, they told me not to untie John for at least ten minutes and I followed their instructions to the second, much to John’s disgust. As soon as I untied him and he was free, he hit me a backhander across the mouth and called me a disgusting whore, before storming out on his way back to the hotel.

At daybreak, after I had caught a few hours sleep, the police came and questioned me. They said they already had our assailants under arrest. Then a doctor and nurse came and examined me.

My next visitors were Dad and Sarah. They apologised for having to go home with the others later that morning, but my Dad kissed me on the cheek and told me that whatever I did and wherever I went he would always love me and care about me. He said he had left some extra cash at the hotel for me. He made me feel a lot better. Sarah just wept and said she knew it was all wrong from the start. Dad apologised again for having to return to the UK for some urgent business, but said they would leave Tara, my younger sister, to stay with me until things were sorted out. It would be her twentieth birthday next week.

“So what was it like?” she said when everyone had left.

“Pretty awful,” I told her.

“That’s not the way John told it at the hotel,” she went on, “He seemed to think you enjoyed it. He thinks you even arranged it!”

“That didn’t stop him reporting it to the police.”

“Did you enjoy it the way he said?”

“It wasn’t like that. We’d been to the dance at the marina and I guess I flirted with the guys. They jumped us here in the chalet and tied John up. They not only wanted to rape me. They wanted him to see it happen. When Jesse…”

“So you’re on first name terms then?”

“…when Jesse started on me my screams were very, very real. He hurt me and even drew some blood. But I remembered Aunty Vera’s advice. I didn’t try to struggle against it. I just tried to think of something nice. Actually all I could conjure up was a vision of you that time when Cal first fucked you in Castries. So that didn’t help. But as it went on and Tony started on me, well — yes – I did begin to like it. He was surprisingly big, but very gentle with it.”

“And did you really cry out, ‘Fuck me harder!’ like John said?”

“Yes, I must topkapı escort admit I did say that. I just got carried away with Tony. All I could think about was his fabulous great prick inside me.”

“Well, I suppose there’s no way John will ever forgive you. He says he’s going to apply for an immediate annulment as the marriage was never consummated,” Tara informed me.

“I don’t blame him and I won’t contest it. I should never have agreed to marry him in the first place. We were good friends. Now, instead of gaining a husband, all I’ve managed to do is lose an old friend,” I complained.

Tara stayed with me at the chalet instead of going back to the hotel. In the morning, the police came round and gave me a lift to the courthouse.

Inside Jesse and Tony were waiting to be arraigned before the magistrate, the first stage on their way to gaol.

The police questioned me about my evidence and were surprised when I told them I didn’t want to testify against Jesse and Tony.

They told me that with my husband gone, they were relying on me to send the men before the higher court for a stiff sentence.

“It’s what they deserve, after all,” one of them told me.

When I was adamant about it, they shook their heads and I went up to the court room to see the police offer no evidence against my attackers. They were set free later that day when they had collected their belongings and signed forms to say they hadn’t been mistreated. They did it despite Jesse’s swollen eye and Tony’s cut lip. They didn’t want to hang around and argue.

Tara and I went back to the chalet to pack my things.

There was a knock on the door and it was Tony and Jesse, scarred, but grinning from ear to ear.

“We don’t know how to thank you,” Tony said to me.

I looked around at Tara and we smiled at each other.

“Why don’t you come in for a quick drink,” I invited them.,”and this is my sister Tara.”

Once inside they were the polite, pleasant guys I had met at the marina dance. They were full of thanks to me for keeping them out of prison.

“It’s what we deserved really,” Tony said.

“You’re silly fellows, you know. If you’d been just a little more forward at the marina that night I would willingly have given you what you wanted,” I told them.

“Is that right. Your hubby wouldn’t have liked it a lot,” from Jesse, casting his eyes at Tara’s cleavage as she bent forward with his drink. I realised she was perfectly well aware of his interest and was leaning forward a little lower than was strictly necessary.

I retorted, “No but we could have arranged something. I’m a sucker for a black cock.”

“A sucker OF black cock would be even better,” Tony replied with a wide grin.

I grinned back as I slid off the sofa, knelt between Tony’s legs and freed his beautiful black cock from his shorts. I licked it round the bulbous head before closing my lips over it. I started working it in and out of my mouth to gasps of delight from Tony.

“Me too,” Jesse told Tara, “I love a good cocksucker.”

My sister smiled sweetly as she unzipped his fly and took hold of his prick. She worked it with her hand before closing her pretty mouth around it. It seemed so much bigger than last night when he had raped me. Obviously, Jesse liked it best when his women volunteered their services!

It really turned me on seeing Tara sucking the cock of a black man she had known for about twenty minutes. What a little raver my kid sister was!

She looked so beautiful, so lovely, so cool and elegant, yet she was a truly dedicated black cock worshipper underneath. What a girl! And how she could suck a guy’s prick! Jesse’s mouth hung open in a sort of dazed ecstasy as she brought him to his climax, carefully swallowing all the spunk he shot into her mouth. She always was a tidy girl!

Tony’s semen was filling my throat as fast as I could swallow it. It tasted so delicious. Even better than when I had done it in front of John. I felt so pleased to be such an eager black cock whore. How I pitied all those inhibited girls who couldn’t bring themselves to admit to their darkest desires.

I had worked Tony’s cock back up to full size before I sat on his lap, holding his wonderful prick against the entrance to my cunt and slowly lowered myself onto it, savouring every last second of that euphoric thrill, as it slid easily into my very wet pussy. I gave myself completely and unreservedly to him for our mutual pleasure. And what a fucker he was!

I was soon coming and coming; one fantastic orgasm after another in a chain of electrifying climaxes that had me breathless, I was laughing and kissing Tony in a thankful wave of gratitude for a fantastic fuck that I wished could go on and on for ever.

I told him, “Oh” Tony. Just fuck my brains out for ever. Never stop.”

Across the room I could see Jesse’s big black prick pleasuring my young sister Tara, who moaned and screamed her orgasms, one after the other, while his cock was coated with white froth from a mixture of his semen and her juices. What a lovely sight it was to see her enjoying herself so completely on Jesse’s prick. I felt a wave of gratitude to him for the pleasure he was giving her. Tara was a super sister and deserved the best fucking he could give her.

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*** This is my first attempt at this form of writing. All constructive criticism very welcome, please comment!***

When my Master is not with me, he often gives me homework. His instructions range from being very specific to rather vague. Last week, for example, the instructions one day were to play with myself for 30 minutes, I could use toys, but was only allowed to cum once, in the last minute. Another day, I could cum as many times as I wanted to, but each time would turn into ten lashes that evening. Whereas some days he just tells me to look after myself. If I fail to carry out my homework there can be punishment, not always, but usually there is. He knows that I enjoy the spankings so sometimes the punishment is that he doesn’t touch me at all, or denies me an orgasm right at the last moment. On days without any specific homework I miss him even more so and I would be lying if I said anything other than that my urge to please him is a powerful drive. So that’s how I started writing about us. This is actually quite a funny, almost circular turn of events because he introduced me to kink through stories. Writing has always been one of my main forms of processing and deep life changes like the dynamic that has and is still developing between us cannot go unprocessed.

One day he came home and I shyly told him that I had been writing. I felt much more insecure about it than I had expected but of course I wanted his approval so I pushed myself and told him. He asked to see what I’d written down and was very pleased with his girl, indeed. Since then he has incorporated writing our stories into my regular homework tasks. These stories are little snapshots, small windows into our daily life.

***

a Wednesday in January, afternoon

He had come home from work looking tired and headed straight to the sofa. I had messed up my timings and was still prepping lunch for him to take tomorrow. I had wanted to be finished by the time he got back, and to be sat waiting for him like a good sub. But here I was still absorbed in my cooking when all I wanted was to make him feel good after a long day. I silently cursed myself and got on with it. At least he would have delicious food tomorrow. As soon as the last sweet potato pattie was out the pan I hurried to the sitting room and kneeled by his side. He had his feet up on the sofa and hadn’t even bothered taking off his shoes.

‘Shall I take off your shoes, Sir?’

‘Hmm’ the grunted response came.

I started fiddling with the laces. I loved those shoes, osmanbey escort smart but playful with their dark purple laces and blue edge. Those kids at school were lucky, calling him ‘Sir’ all day long. I thought enviously.

He had his hand on my head and was softly playing with my hair. I moved in closer, I had been waiting all day to feel his touch. He had started setting me homework now that we couldn’t see each other all day and today’s task had really turned me on. He had sent me a story to read and told me to take the time to play with myself and I was even allowed to cum. I had definitely made the most of his generosity and had installed myself in front of the big mirror with several toys and the story to get me going. About 40 minutes and four orgasms later I decided I should probably start making this lunch I had planned to surprise him with.

Now, kneeling by his side, I wanted to return the favour but he seemed uninterested. So we just sat and I told him about my day and the other bit of homework he’d given me. Research some new spreader bar positions. I started showing him what I’d found and felt his hands on my ass. Maybe he was up for some fun after all. He pulled me onto his lap and asked me how many times I’d cum that afternoon.

‘Four… I think.’ I said, avoiding his eyes. I knew it was excessive.

‘Four times?! Did you deserve that babygirl?’

‘Maybe it was three.’ I muttered.

‘Oh, maybe it was three now? Actually it was 20, I bet.’ He knew how much I loved to cum. I was his little cum hungry slut after all, and not just hungry for his cum. He pushed me off his lap.

‘On your knees.’

I got on my knees and rested my head between his legs. He undid his belt and trousers. His cock promptly popped out. I sighed, a happy sigh. I love his gorgeous dick so much. I ran my tongue up and down his length a couple of times to get him nice and wet and then took him carefully in my mouth. But ‘careful’ was not what he had in mind. He started fucking my mouth, pushing hard into my throat. Our eyes locked as he pushed until I gagged. He pulled out, pushed me away slightly and stood up. I stayed in my kneeling position as he completely removed his trousers and bent over me from behind.

His left hand grabbed my tit as his right pushed my face into the sofa cushions. Once he knew I would stay where I was his right hand went down to his cock which he started stroking up and down my pussy. So wet from sucking him off. He pushed harder, teasing my mahmutbey escort opening.

‘Is this what you want? My dick inside you?’ He leaned over and whispered in my ear.

‘Yes, Sir, it’s what I’ve been waiting for all day.’ I breathed heavily.

‘Good.’

And he pushed inside me in one smooth stroke. With my body folded over the sofa he could really fuck me, hard and fast. He moved his hand down to my clit and started tapping and rubbing but whenever I came close he pulled his fingers away and pushed my face harder into the sofa. I knew he would not allow me to tip over the edge as I had indulged myself so many times today. Instead he pounded me until I thought I couldn’t take any more. My knees were rubbing on the rough carpet and would surely look grazed but I didn’t care, as long as he was getting what he wanted I would be happy.

‘Get up.’

I heaved my hot wet mess of a body off the sofa that I had just been hammered into.

‘On the floor.’

I crouched down in front of him, facing away, on hands and knees. His firm hand on my slightly arched back. I was getting into a habit of sticking my ass out whenever he had a stern voice. Waiting for a spanking. Instead he pushed, until I was face down on the cold floor.

‘Is that where you belong?’

‘Yes, sir.’ I mumbled into the wooden floorboards.

‘Indeed it is. Good girl.’

I shivered as his hands ran down my back and suddenly pushed my legs further apart. His rock hard cock entered me again, easily. He didn’t bother starting out slow and quickly picked up the pace until he was properly pounding me again. I couldn’t help but moaning and grunting each time he bottomed out and squashed my tits into the floor.

‘Oh quit your whining, I know you can take it, you’re my good little slut.’

I bit my lip and was quiet as he continued fucking me in his deliciously rough way.

***

a Saturday in January, late morning

‘Smells good, baby.’

His hand latched firmly onto my waist as I was stirring the tomato sauce for tonight. He spun me around and pressed my body against his, I could feel that he was getting hard immediately. I wondered what he had been thinking about. Around again, followed by a short sharp slap on my ass. I giggled as I felt the kegel balls inside me jiggle in response.

‘Why are you giggling, babygirl?’

‘Nothing’ I said unconvincingly. I had put the little weighted balls in this morning without asking permission.

‘You arnavutköy escort can’t just giggle and then not tell me why, can you?’

‘No… Sir’

‘So?’

‘I put the balls in this morning, Sir.’

‘Ah, did you now?’

Silence

‘Good girl’

I swallowed a sigh of relief and then gasped as he spanked me again.

‘That’s for not answering me straight away.’

He slowly walked his fingers along my waist and stopped at my belt buckle.

‘Let’s feel how wet this little pussy is, shall we?’

He knows very well a slap on my ass usually gets the juices flowing.

Without waiting for a reply he unclasped my belt and yanked my trousers down. He plunged his fingers straight in and made a satisfied sound. He then moved on to lightly teasing my clit and occasionally gave the rubber tail sticking out of my pussy a little tug. A jolt went through me with every tug and I now had to squeeze hard to keep the slick little balls into my ever wetter pussy.

His other hand had found its way to my still covered breasts. He ground his erection against my ass and gave the jiggling balls inside me a final, firm tug. They promptly popped out and he dangled them in front of my face. Before I even had the chance to turn my head and look at him he briskly shoved them into my mouth. The little golden balls were warm and tasted of my pussy. I always loved tasting my pussy on his fingers or dick so this of course turned me on even more.

He undid his own trousers and bent me over, my hands on the kitchen counter. He pushed past my pants and slid his hard cock into my wet little pussy. Always ready for him. His voice is enough to turn me on. My moan was stifled by the balls in my mouth. He started fucking me right there, in front of the kitchen window. With each hard thrust the balls rocked and jiggled in my mouth. I must have looked like I’d eaten a mouse, its tail dangling out my mouth. I didn’t care, all I cared about was his dick inside me. A hand on my breast again. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt with one hand while supporting myself with the other. He grabbed and squeezed my right tit so hard I nearly crashed into the kitchen worktop. A couple more strong strokes and suddenly he pulled out, without warning, without cuming.. In two swift motions he eased the balls out my mouth and slid them back into my pulsing hole. He pulled up my trousers and as I turned to face him he pushed me down onto my knees. I knew what was expected of me. I licked all my wetness off his cock and finally popped him in and out my mouth to make sure he was clean.

‘Good girl.’

I looked up to see if he wanted me for anything else but he turned away and left the room. I was desperate for more but knew I had to wait. I straightened up my shirt again and went back to stirring the now bubbling tomato sauce.

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This story will make more sense if you read part one first. All characters and names are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people is just a coincidence. This is a work of fiction, so please don’t bother to complain that something described in the story is unrealistic.

*****

School was still out for semester break, so the next morning Keisha went to the store with Lisa. She was glad that Lisa didn’t put her on the leash or make her wear the wrist cuffs, but she worried that people would make comments about her collar. While a few customers looked askance at her because of it, no one said anything and the day passed uneventfully. At five o’clock they closed the store and returned to Lisa’s home. As before, Keisha had to prepare dinner and clean up the kitchen afterward. Then Lisa announced that they were going to go to a private club. She selected a light blue shift dress with a neckline that plunged all the way to the waist for Keisha to wear, and stood watching as Keisha took off her top and pants. As she started to put on the dress, Lisa said, “No—take off your bra and panties too.” Reluctantly, Keisha took them off.

After pulling the dress on over her head, Keisha looked in the mirror and her stomach felt like it flipped over. The deeply cut neckline allowed the sides of her ample breasts to show, and she knew that there was a good chance that one or both of them would pop out of the dress when she moved. In addition, the dress was extremely short on her, falling just above the middle of her thigh. That meant that her rear end was barely covered, not to mention her crotch. Keisha’s stomach did another flip when Lisa put the leather belt and wrist cuffs on her, and then secured her wrists to the belt. That meant she wouldn’t be able to do anything to protect her modesty, and she was almost certain her body would be publicly displayed again at some point in the evening.

That point arrived sooner than Keisha had hoped. Having attached the leash to the collar, Lisa led Keisha out to the elevator, where another resident was waiting for the next car. He looked Keisha up and down, smiled and said to Lisa “So you’re taking your pet for a walk?”

Lisa just laughed, said “Something like that”, and then they all got on as the elevator arrived. When they reached the lobby the man held the door for them and Lisa stepped out. As Keisha followed she caught her heel between the elevator car and lobby floor, and stumbled forward. The sudden, jerking movement caused her right breast to flop out of the dress, and Keisha could do nothing about it. To her great shame and embarrassment, the man stared and whistled as Lisa led her toward the exit with her exposed breast swaying back and forth.

After driving for about 30 minutes, Lisa pulled up in front of a non-descript building in an area of the city Keisha wasn’t familiar with. As they got out of the car she was hoping that Lisa would push her breast back inside her dress, but Lisa simply started walking toward a door in the building, leading Keisha by the leash. Keisha noticed there was no sign on the building or on the door, and she began to suspect that this was not going to be a typical nightclub. Lisa rang a doorbell, and a moment later the heavy door was opened by a large, well-dressed man. After Lisa spoke to him briefly and showed him a card, he let them in. To Keisha’s surprise, he barely glanced at her exposed breast as she walked past him and paid no attention to the leash.

It took a moment for Keisha’s eyes to adjust to the lighting, which was fairly bright in some areas and more subdued in others. She saw a large room with a bar area along one wall, and comfortable looking chairs and loveseats scattered about. There were quite a few people milling around, but it didn’t seem crowded due to the size of the room. As Lisa led her forward, Keisha suddenly realized that a lot of the people were either partially or totally naked, and like her, were wearing collars. Many of them were also on a leash, as she was. Stunned by the surreal scene, Keisha asked, “Ma’am, what is this place?”

“It’s a private club for slave owners.” The term “slave owners” sent a chill through Keisha, and she was stunned to see so many people like her—people who were apparently owned by someone. She had no idea until now that slavery like this still existed. Most of the slaves were White women, but there were a few Blacks and Asians, and a number of men. Keisha couldn’t help but notice that the cocks of all the male slaves she saw were somewhat erect. Lisa stepped closer to Keisha and said, “I think you should show both of those nice tits”. As she said this, she reached inside Keisha’s dress, seized her nipple and used it to pull her left breast out of the dress. Keisha grunted in surprise and pain from having her nipple used as a handle. “Come on, there’s something I want you to see.”

Lisa tugged on the leash and started working her way across the room, stopping occasionally to talk with someone. Each time she did, as she conversed she casually stroked one of Keisha’s breasts and absently played with the nipple, sometimes strumming bahçeşehir escort it and other times pinching it. While trying not to embarrass herself by moaning, Keisha had the thought that it was as if Lisa was petting her dog while talking to a friend. Keisha was experiencing the by-now familiar mix of feelings: shame, embarrassment, humiliation—and arousal. She didn’t understand why, but having her body exposed in public definitely turned her on.

They eventually reached the other side of the room and passed through a door. Keisha saw that they were now in a smaller room that had soft lighting except for three spotlights. Once again, she was shocked when she realized what she was seeing. As she tried to take it in, Lisa said, “This is the punishment room, where owners punish slaves that have displeased them.”

One spotlight was shining on something Keisha thought was called a “pillory”. She had seen a picture of one in a history book, but she didn’t think they existed anymore. It was a large wooden device with a wide base and a plank running between the legs. This plank had cutouts in it for a person’s neck and wrists, and once a person was in place, a second plank with matching cutouts was lowered and fastened in place, so that the person’s head and hands were trapped on one side of the device and the rest of their body was on the other. The height of the device was such that a person had to bend forward from the waist to put their head and hands in the cutouts, putting their body in the shape of an upside down “L”.

Keisha was disturbed to see that there was a naked woman in the pillory. She appeared to be in her thirties, with long dark hair, wide hips and a large rear end. Because of her olive-toned skin Keisha thought she might be a Latina. As Keisha watched in fascinated horror, a blonde woman fucked the Latina’s ass with a large strap-on cock. The blonde’s lips were pulled back in a cruel smile as she pulled the plastic cock almost all the way out and then slammed it forward, driving it deep into the poor woman’s ass. She did this in a steady rhythm, and each time she drove the cock forward the Latina howled—whether in pain or pleasure, Keisha couldn’t tell. In any event, her cries were muffled by the cock of a man fucking her mouth. Like the blonde, he would pull almost all the way out and then thrust his cock all the way back in. They seemed to try to time their thrusts so that they both drove forward at the same time, maximizing the Latina’s discomfort.

As Lisa led her closer to the pillory, over the woman’s grunts and cries Keisha thought she heard another sound. Then she noticed the woman’s large breasts. Someone had added to her torment by putting thumbscrews on her nipples and then tying string to each thumbscrew, with cow bells attached to the other end of the string. Her breasts swung back and forth, causing the bells to clang as she was fucked at both ends of her body. Staring at the woman’s full, dangling breasts, Keisha shuddered as she suddenly recognized the symbolism of the cow bells.

Lisa pushed Keisha forward and whispered in her ear, “Take a good look.” Standing only a foot or so to the right of the man, Keisha saw that a sign, reading “Cum Bucket”, had been hung around the woman’s neck. She watched as the man pulled his cock back slowly and then slammed it back into the Latina’s mouth, drawing a loud, guttural grunt from her. The girth of his cock was bigger than any Keisha had seen, and the woman’s mouth was stretched wide to accept it. Her large, dark eyes were open but had a glazed look to them, and spittle dribbled out of her mouth and ran down her chin until it dropped to the floor. There were speckles of cum all over the Latina’s face, which meant the man currently enjoying her mouth wasn’t the first. Keisha then realized there was a short line of people, both men and women, standing behind the man, waiting for their turn. Just then a glob of cum slid down the woman’s forehead and ran into her right eye. She blinked but couldn’t clear it. Keisha wanted to reach out and wipe it away for her, but she was afraid to help her and in any event, her hands were still fastened to her belt.

Completely powerless, the woman grunted and moaned over and over as she was pounded from both ends. Keisha thought the woman’s plight was the most horrifying…and erotic…thing she had ever seen. Suddenly the man cried out as he thrust forward and didn’t pull back. Keisha knew the man had emptied his balls; she could see the Latina’s throat working as she swallowed his seed.

The man pulled his cock out, wiped it on the woman’s face and then walked away smiling with satisfaction. Another man immediately took his place, grabbed the Latina by her ears, and used them to guide her mouth to his stiff cock. He made her lick the pre-cum moisture from the tip of his penis, and then slowly pushed his cock into her mouth and began to fuck it.

Meanwhile, the woman at the Latina’s ass pulled out one last time and walked away. A man stepped forward and began spanking the Latina’s big ass with his hand. She began to wiggle sultangazi escort her bottom in pain, but that seemed to entice him more and he spanked her harder, until her entire rear end was bright red. Then he stepped behind her, fingered her sex for a moment and then began pinching her clit as he shoved his cock into her pussy. He continued to pinch as he began to fuck her, and over the clang of the cow bells Keisha could hear the pitiful sounds the hapless woman made.

Keisha was glad when Lisa led her away, toward another device that had a spotlight on it. This one was a large wooden “X” that had a large, wooden pole running vertically through the center of the “X”. A young woman with natural red hair and pale skin, naked except for a red leather collar and a red ball gag in her mouth, was tied to the “X”, so that she was spread-eagled in a standing position. As Keisha got closer she saw that the woman had small breasts and from what Keisha could see, very pink nipples. However, each nipple was partially obscured by a clamp, and a heavy chain connecting the clamps pulled her nipples down. Keisha winced, thinking of how that must feel. Then she noticed movement a couple of feet below the woman’s crotch, and watched mesmerized as a dildo, which appeared to be about eight inches in length, moved straight up and disappeared inside the woman’s vagina. As it did, the woman threw her head back and let out a muffled cry.

Once again Lisa pushed Keisha forward until she was close to the woman. She then could see that the woman’s pubic area was bald, and her labia were stretched and held apart by clamps tied to her thighs. The dildo was on a pole attached to a small motor, and Keisha watched as it moved up again and, with the redhead’s labia out of the way, penetrated her easily. The woman let out a loud groan. Then a man whom Keisha assumed was her owner stepped forward and pressed a button on the motor. The pole with the dildo mounted on it began to move faster, plowing the dildo into the woman, reversing until the dildo was out and then quickly sliding it back up into her its full length. The woman began panting and then cried out, her hips jerking, as she obviously had an orgasm. As the dildo was thrust into the woman again, Keisha noticed that it had a small attachment that pressed and rubbed her clit while it was inside her. After the orgasm her clit was especially sensitive, and having it rubbed was painful—Keisha knew from experience. As the woman screamed through the ball gag in agony, her owner reached out and pulled on the chain hanging from her nipples. She screamed louder and then, as the dildo was driven into her again, she fainted. The motor was still left running, so the unconscious woman’s pussy continued to be violated by the dildo every few seconds. Keisha thought to herself, “She’ll be sore for days” and turned away, shaken.

“Have you seen enough?” Lisa asked. Keisha nodded her head with a stricken look on her face. Lisa decided she didn’t need to show Keisha the woman under the third spotlight, who was tied to a gynecological examination type of chair and had vibrators in both her ass and pussy, forcing her to cum repeatedly.

As Lisa began to lead her back toward the main room, Keisha said, “Please don’t ever punish me here, Ma’am!”

“That’s entirely up to you, Slave.” Keisha understood what Lisa meant, and vowed to herself that she would do nothing that would cause Lisa to be unhappy with her.

They went back into the main room and then to the bar, where Lisa ordered them wine. When they sat down Keisha’s short dress rode up, leaving her pussy partially exposed. With her hands fastened to the belt, she couldn’t do anything about it, but Keisha realized with a shock that she wasn’t very concerned about it. Was she getting used to being exposed in public, or was it that after what she had seen, it just didn’t seem so bad, she wondered.

Lisa took a sip of wine from her glass and then held Keisha’s glass to her mouth and let her sip. She enjoyed having such control, but just as important, she knew that this type of act along with others would help make Keisha psychologically dependent on her.

They sat like that for several minutes, just sipping their wine and observing the people in the room. Then a woman with shoulder-length dark hair flecked with gray and leading a male slave by a leash approached them. Keisha thought she looked like she was going horseback riding—she was dressed in tight, short pants, tall boots, a black waist coat and a white blouse. Her slave was wearing only a tight-fitting top that ended at his waist, which drew attention to his large, semi-erect cock that waved back and forth as he walked. There was something familiar about the woman, but Keisha didn’t realize who she was until she spoke.

“Well, Miss Wilson, what a surprise to see you here. I didn’t know you were a slave.” Keisha’s heart almost stopped. The woman was her English professor, Ms. Weatherly. Keisha hadn’t recognized her because at school she always dressed in dark, conservative clothing and wore her hair in başakşehir escort a bun. She was mortified for one of her professors to know that she was a slave, and to see her sitting here with her breasts and a bit of her pussy exposed. At the same time, she was shocked to see that Ms. Weatherly herself had a slave.

Turning to Lisa, the professor said, “Hello, I’m Patricia Weatherly, one of Miss Wilson’s professors. Please call me Pat.” Lisa smiled, introduced herself and invited the professor to join them. When she accepted the offer, Lisa directed Keisha to give up her seat and to sit on the floor next to her. Unable to use her hands, Keisha struggled to get up. Professor Weatherly said, “James, help Miss Wilson up.” The male slave stepped forward, took Keisha’s arm and lifted her out of the chair. As he did so he managed to brush his hand against her bare breast while he smiled at her. She immediately got a bad feeling about him, but she focused on trying to drop to her knees and then drawing her legs up under her as gracefully and modestly as she could. Despite her efforts, the short dress rode up her thighs and remained there. Judging by the way both Professor Weatherly and James stared at her crotch, she was pretty sure they could see her pussy.

When Professor Weatherly sat down in the chair which Keisha had vacated, James sat on the floor next to her, facing Keisha. He stared at her, alternating his gaze between her breasts and her crotch, as he touched his cock. When he slowly began licking his lips she looked away, thinking what a creep he was.

Lisa and Professor Weatherly chatted, getting to know each other, with Lisa telling the Professor about her store and that Keisha worked there. The Professor in turn explained that James was one of her graduate students, and he was interested in writing about BDSM relationships. He had become a slave to get first-hand experience. As they talked Lisa occasionally gave Keisha sips of wine. She also casually stroked Keisha’s breast and played with her nipple, without looking at her, as she chatted with the Professor. Keisha was embarrassed to be treated like a pet in front of her teacher, but at the same time it took a lot of willpower not to moan in response to Lisa’s gentle touch, which would have been more than embarrassing.

Eventually Professor Weatherly and James left, with the Professor saying that she would visit the store. Lisa and Keisha left the club a short time later. They went to bed almost immediately upon returning to Lisa’s place, and Keisha thought her long day was over. However, Lisa stretched out on her back, opened her legs and told Keisha to eat her. Keisha was tired, not in the mood and still felt like it was wrong to have sex with a woman. But remembering the punishment room at the club, she dutifully got between Lisa’s legs, leaned down and began to lick and nibble at her lips and pussy. After several minutes, with Lisa’s moans getting louder and her hips starting to roll, Keisha blew softly on her clit and then squeezed it firmly between her lips while she sucked at the stiff little nub. Lisa’s body rose up and then jerked twice before relaxing as Lisa uttered a quiet “Ahhh…yesss” Then she patted Keisha on the head and said, “Good girl”, rolled over and was asleep in two minutes.

Keisha laid there for some time as the taste of Lisa lingered in her mouth, just thinking of all she had seen and experienced that day, and of how she was changing.

Still on semester break, Keisha’s life settled into a pattern. Each morning she put on the clothes Lisa chose for her, and then the two of them worked at the store all day. In the evening they returned to Lisa’s home, where Keisha would cook dinner and do any other chores Lisa gave her. Most evenings Lisa would then make Keisha take off all of her clothes, get on her knees between Lisa’s legs and eat her pussy while Lisa watched television. Lisa enjoyed having the pretty young Black woman in such a demeaning state—naked and with her face pressed into Lisa’s crotch—as much as she did the orgasms Keisha gave her. For her part, Keisha still felt ashamed and humiliated, but accepted everything Lisa made her do as just her lot in life now. The worst thing for her was acknowledging that despite the shame and humiliation, she enjoyed the sex and took satisfaction from giving Lisa orgasms.

On the last Friday before school would resume, Lisa said to Keisha, “I want you to move in with me. You can keep going to school, but I don’t want you living in the dorms any longer. I expect you to keep your grades up, but you’ll keep working at the store and you’ll work for me at home. You can move your stuff in this weekend.” Feeling she had no choice, Keisha agreed.

That afternoon Keisha was in the store, putting new inventory out. At Lisa’s direction she was wearing one of the new dresses they had received, and nothing else. The dress was short, and had a zipper that ran from her navel up to the neckline, but Lisa wouldn’t let her raise the zipper past the middle of her chest. Consequently, she was very self-conscious about her breasts showing as she moved about. She was mildly surprised when she saw Professor Weatherly and her slave, James, come in. Lisa greeted her (ignoring James, Keisha noted) and the two of them talked for a moment. Then Lisa called Keisha over, told her that Professor Weatherly was looking for a new blouse and skirt, and that Keisha was to help her.

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This chapter is in response to requests to continue Maria’s story. Maria is an attractive middle aged divorcee who is ready for adventure. In the first chapter she discovers that her employer, John, runs a BDSM club in the basement of his construction company warehouse. He has confronted her and taken her into his private alcove. Her fantasies of sexual submission are about to be realized.

*****

John

I am going to savor this. There’s nothing like giving a mature woman her first taste of BDSM. Especially when you know that she is turned on by the idea but has no actual experience. Breaking in women in the club has taught me a few things. I’ve learned to establish dominance quickly-get them over the hurdle of their inhibitions in a definitive way. If you let them just observe and dabble, mother culture can instill guilt feelings that cause them to stop before they really taste the forbidden fruit.

Of course some women, and men, can never cross the boundary between fantasy and reality. Best to find that out early on. But I do not think this will be the case with Maria.

I buckle the leather bands to her wrists. “Maria, you have chosen to stay. You are to obey my every command. You will call me ‘Sir’ and answer all questions truthfully and completely. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” She is trembling.

“Stand up and put your hands behind you.”

She complies and I clip the cuffs together. I open a cupboard in the back wall and select one of the slave collars. Before she realizes what is happening I secure it around her neck.

“Ohh.. John…”

“Be quiet and turn with your back against the wall.”

When she hesitates I wrap my fingers in her hair and enforce my command, lining up the ring on the back of the collar with one of the screw-eyes on the wall. I take a small length of light chain and clip one end on her collar ring and the other end on the screw-eye. She is now pinned in place, her arms behind her, unable to bend or twist away. The front of her body is totally vulnerable.

“You did not jump to follow my instructions. You will learn that punishment will always be the result.”

“I… I didn’t understand what you wanted.”

“Not true. You understood, you just weren’t sure what it would mean. You must not concern yourself with consequences… only obedience.”

She takes a deep breath and looks at me beseechingly. It’s like she is trying to reconcile the dominant me with the gentleman me that works with her in the office. I am turned on by her confusion and powerlessness.

I put my hands against the wall on either side of her head and lean in to place my lips on her cheek near her ear. “I have imagined you in this position ever since the first day,” I whisper. “Your lush body is at my disposal and both our hearts are racing in anticipation.”

My lips move gently across her cheek to her mouth. She turns her head slightly to meet me, and we kiss hungrily. Both of us are aroused and tense. Her lips part, inviting my tongue. I probe her deeply. Her hips move against me.

“Not so fast my dear,” I say, pulling back. “I have things to do before I fuck you.”

She smiles for the first time since I took her into my lair. “You know that I want you to fuck me. Please don’t make me wait too long… Sir.”

I grin in response. “Not to worry. Tell me how you feel right now. Is your pussy hot and wet?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Say it.”

“My pussy is hot and wet for you. God… I never thought I would be talking this way.”

“You’ve read stories where they talk this way.”

“How do you know what’s in the stories I read?”

“I read them too. Now talk. Remember, the truth will spare you some pain later.”

“Yes, I’ve read stories where the characters talk dirty.

“And it makes you hot.”

“Yes, damn it. It makes me hot. Just like right now. What are you going to do to me?”

She is wearing a tight white blouse and black pencil skirt, dressed sexily for her Friday night out with her girlfriends. I place my fingertips on the sides of her breasts and feel the texture through her clothing. Her nipples are dimpling the blouse, asking to be tweaked, but I avoid them.

“It’s too bad I’m going to have to mess up this pretty outfit. In the future you will wear more accessible clothing when you come to the club. But I will include a special bonus in your next paycheck to pay for the damage.”

“You could release me so that I could remove my clothes,” she says. “I will, you know.”

“I know. But I prefer to unveil you myself, exploring as I go. And of course applying a little stimulation as the spirit moves me.”

“Ohhh…”

I put the pads of my index fingers on her points. She squirms and I feel the nipples harden even more. I flick them with my fingernails. She moans.

“Too much fabric between me and my targets,” I say. “I suspect that your bra is way too stiff. I will be getting you a proper one. Any objections?” My question is accompanied by light pinches.

“UUMM… no Sir, no objections. I will wear esenler escort whatever pleases you.”

“Good girl.” I begin undoing buttons. “You will soon learn what I like. Of course you must be more conservative in the office.” Her blouse is half open, exposing a utilitarian white bra.

“Betty is not all that conservative in the office,” she pouts.

I laugh. “Betty does like to show off her big tits. I encourage her. My construction guys love it, and it draws customers.” The last of the buttons yields to my fingers. I pull the blouse open and down her arms as far as it will go.

She pulls her shoulders back, thrusting her chest forward. “I’m sorry I’m not as well-endowed as Betty.”

“I’m not. When she’s your age they will not look so good. Smaller and firmer is better. But this bra is horrible. I’m not going to bother trying to save it.”

A quick slit in the center from my pocket knife and the cups part. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. I push the remnants down her arms and stand back, leaving her naked from the waist up and held rigid for my inspection. My impulse is to grab and squeeze and kiss, but I resist, prolonging the delicious tension.

Her breasts are delectable-big enough to fill my large hands, but small enough to stand high on her chest. They are conical and firm, capped with half inch nipples and the kind of large, puffy areolas that I love. She opens her eyes, challenging me.

“Well? Do I pass inspection?”

I frown. “You will soon learn to regret sassy comments like that.”

“Sorry Sir. I am insecure about my body.”

“No need to be. Your tits are very nice to look at. But how will they feel in my hands and mouth? And how sensitive are they? Will they respond well to the whip and the hot wax?”

“OH GOD…”

Maria

I am so humiliated-bound to the wall and forced to let him do as he pleases. But I’m also incredibly turned on. I can see the lust in his eyes as he slowly disrobes me. It feels so good to be desired by this strong man. My breasts ache for him to touch them. Why is he waiting? My stomach is in knots. The crotch on my panties is damp. I am going to get fucked tonight. It’s been so long.

A few zips and tugs and my skirt is at my feet. I’m glad I have on four inch heels and my sexiest bikini panties. He sits on the couch and studies me.

“Good skin, nice curves. Slender legs. Fleshy thighs. A cute little middle-age paunch. I’m going to enjoy every part of you.”

I shudder and close my eyes. My body is trembling.

His voice is firm. “Step out of your skirt and kick it away. Good. Now spread your legs.”

I obey instantly. Being ordered to expose myself dampens my panties even more. I wonder if he can see. Of course he can. The smirk on his face tells me that. I want his touch so badly, but he just sits there.

“Are you ready for your first whipping, Maria?”

The question startles me. I was expecting to be fondled and fucked. The sudden remembrance that I am in a BDSM club adds another dimension. Am I really going to be whipped?

“I don’t know Sir. Do I have any choice?”

He crosses his legs and leans back. “No. I didn’t ask you if you wanted to be whipped. I asked you if you were ready. It’s going to happen. But I want you to tell me what you’re feeling.”

“I’m excited and scared. Is it going to really hurt?”

“Of course it is. But no more than is necessary to unlock the pleasure—for both of us.”

“Oh god… I’ve read so many stories…”

He gets up and opens another cabinet door in the wall. I turn my head as far as I can, but I can’t see. He reaches in.

“The reality is even better, Maria. If it is done right.”

I hear a whistling noise, like something disturbing the air. Then he is in front of me, brandishing a short black whip. It’s like a miniature buggy whip—a stiff handle connected to a thin, flexible tail. He whirls it in the air and snaps it against the couch.

My stomach churns. “My god, John… do you have to start with that?”

“My choice, not yours.”

The tip snakes out and I feel a little sting just above my panty line. I gasp and twist my hips. “Ouch!”

“That was just a sample,” he says menacingly.

Again I hear the sinister sound of the whip swirling as he lines up his next target. I am mesmerized.

SNAP

This time it is a stripe across my thighs. And then it repeats, back and forth up and down my legs. I squeeze my thighs together to protect the sensitive inner areas. The lashes feel like the snaps of rubber bands against my flesh.

He stops and lets the whip rest on the floor by my feet. “Spread your legs, Maria.”

“OH NO, John! You can’t use that thing between my legs!”

“I can and I will. The sooner you learn to put yourself in my hands and trust me, the better. It’s all in the head, Maria. Your pleasure and mine is in your surrendering without regard to the consequences. You must make yourself totally vulnerable.”

“What if I don’t?”

“I will kayaşehir escort attach a spreader bar to your ankles. The only way you can deny me is to use the safe word. But then everything stops. You don’t want that, do you?”

“No.”

“Then open your legs.”

He raises the whip and pushes it against my abdomen, making it very clear what his target is going to be. I feel a liquid rush.

“Now!”

His bark jolts me. Without thinking I shuffle my feet outward. When I stop he puts a foot against my left inner ankle and shoves my leg out another six inches. I am open and exposed, my pussy protected only by the thin panties.

“Good,” he says

Then to my surprise the lash is lifted and laid across my breasts. Maybe he is going to spare my pussy after all. I suck in a deep breath, expanding my lungs and offering myself to the whip. He draws the rough leather slowly across, resting on my peg-like nipples. I am scared, but turned on beyond belief. I resolve to give myself to him completely.

He stands back and whirls the thin strand in a circle above his head. The whishing sound is terrifying. The tip moves ever closer to my chest.

“So much of the pleasure of submission is psychological,” he says, “the helplessness, the imagining the pain, the desire to trust.”

“Yes… yes,” I respond, closing my eyes.

The twirling leather clips my stomach and moves upward. The stings follow one on another as the whip marches up my abdomen toward my breasts… snip… snip…

“OH…” I twist and squirm, but to no avail. He puts a little snap into the action just as the tip grazes the lower part of my left breast. I gasp and stamp my feet.

“Better hold still,” he says. “You don’t want to turn into it.”

Tears form in my eyes. “Please John… not on my breasts… it will hurt too much… I know it will.”

He steps in close and puts his right hand under my chin, raising my face to look into his hot eyes. “I know it too. What did I tell you about trust?”

The whip is dangling from his left hand. He lets my chin drop and takes final six inches of the business end of the lash in his fingers of his other hand. The handle drops. With his freed left hand he cups my right breast and holds it in position as he draws the leather back and forth over my stiff nipple.

“Such tender flesh deserves a lighter touch.”

John

I have her right where I want her at this stage. She is shivering, not knowing what is coming, or where on her body, or how hard. She wants it, but this is her first time, and she is afraid. She has seen a sample of what goes on here, and she wonders how she will respond to pain. I will give her a sample and continue to play with her head.

And she is not yet aware of the special devices and furniture I have in my large alcove. The spanking bench is in shadow in the far corner. I can imagine how she will look in it, ass up and tits hanging, totally at my disposal. But first things first.

The leather makes a sharp slapping sound as I snap it against her breast, avoiding the tender nipple.

“Ahhh…”

“Whose tits are these, Maria?”

She hesitates, not knowing how to respond. She is so new to this. She will learn. I bring the lash back further and smack it against her nipple.

“OWW…”

“Whose tits, Maria?”

“Yours… yours… please John…”

“In situations like this you will refer to me as ‘Sir’, do you understand?” I whip her tit again, using just the tip of the leather to spank the nipple.

“YES SIR… I understand, Sir…”

“Now I’ll ask you again. Whose tits are these, from this moment on, here or in the office, or anywhere I want them?”

“Yours, Sir… my whole body is yours… anytime, anywhere.”

I smile at her and lower my face to the captured breast. The nipple is warm and hard between my lips. She groans as I kiss and suck and nibble with my teeth. I slide a hand down her bare stomach and under her panties. Her hairy pussy is like wet grass on a hot day.

“ARRGGHH…”

My finger slips into her. I know I can make her cum, but I will wait. She is a real prize, to be savored. So I withdraw my hands from her body and stand back. Her body is twitching, her eyes hot.

“Jesus, John… What are you doing to me?”

My face hardens. I slap her cheek, not hard, but sufficient to bring tears to her eyes. “What did I tell you about what name to call me? You obviously need more discipline. Your ass will pay for that little slip up.”

“OH NO… I’m sorry Sir… I won’t forget again. It’s just that you’ve got me so hot.”

“A good sub can be hot and also obedient. Are you going to be a good sub, Maria?”

“Yes Sir.”

“We shall see. Now I am going to release you from the wall, and untie your hands. You will bend over that padded bench in the corner and present your ass to me for a spanking.”

“Oh God…”

I unsnap the chain from her collar and lead her by her hair to the spanking bench. It is the latest of my custom bomonti escort designed pieces. The victim is made to stand on a low platform, her feet in widely spread stirrups with locking clamps. Once her ankles are shackled it is a simple matter to use her hair to pull her forward and over the padded bench. With her body bent at a right angle she is told to reach for the low bar in front of her and hang on. A quick snap of the wrist cuffs and she is secured. Her ass is pointing lightly upward, like a big melon ready for picking, and her breasts are hanging down, exposed and vulnerable.

Marie comes willingly and I maneuver her into position. The clamps snap into place on her ankles. “Lean over and grab the bar,” I order.

She does so, and I quickly bind her wrists. Her round ass looks so delectable that I can’t resist running my hand over it, and up between her open thighs. The soaking wet panties are molded to her swollen lips.

“OHHH…”

Her ass wiggles and she tries to close her thighs to capture my hand. I oblige her with a light fingering, watching her tits sway back and forth as her response shakes the frame. I have had quite a few women in this position, but few have been as turned on as Maria.

I insert a finger under the panties and draw it along her slit. “All this hair has to go,” I say. “I want your pussy as smooth as a baby’s behind. You will take care of this next week. If you wish I can send someone to your house. Or I could do it myself.”

“Yes Sir. I will take care of it,” she promises, wiggling her hips. “In the future maybe you could help me with the maintenance.”

I laugh. “Good thinking. I’m going to really enjoy having as a sex toy a clever woman like you. Now I’m going to have to cut off these panties in order to give you a proper spanking.”

“But Sir, those are my very best panties. Can’t you just pull them down?”

“I’m afraid not. They would still get in the way when I want to bring the whip up onto your pussy.”

“OH GOD!!”

Maria

I close my eyes and take deep breaths, not sure I can take what’s coming. A rustling noise tells me he has moved and is taking something new from his diabolical cabinet. Then a cold, hard object slides down my hip and under the waist band. Snip, snip. The scissors do their job and the fabric parts. A loose flap still covers my pussy, but barely.

“Ummm…” I wiggle my ass, urging him to touch me.

“Not yet, my sweet. You must be broken in first.”

The scissors move to the other side and my panties are no longer in one piece. They drop to the floor. I am now totally exposed. He stands back.

“Very, very nice. A pretty picture indeed. Bulging ass ready for the paddle. Dangling tits to torment. Exposed pussy demanding attention.”

“Ohhhh…”

His hand caresses my ass and the backs of my thighs. Suddenly I hear a loud slap, and an instant later a sting surges through my highly tensioned system. He waits a moment and then spanks me again, and again, and again.

“AHHH…” I cry and twitch, but there is no avoiding. Sometimes he uses is whole hand, sometimes just the tips of his fingers. Every inch of my ass is covered. It gets more tender with each blow.

Finally a pause. “Enough punishment for my hand,” he says. But your ass can take a lot more. I’ll just use my belt.”

“OH NO… PLEASE JOHN SIR… No more… please…”

He pulls up a stool and sits beside me. One hand reaches under and cups a breast, the other slides up my leg onto my pussy. “Look at me,” he orders.

I turn my head. “Yes Sir,” I say, anxious to please.

His fingers move. My body is alive, my nerves sparking.

He looks into my teary eyes. “What do you want? Tell me. Don’t hold back anything.”

“I want you to own me, to make me do things, to spank me when you want, but to care about me too, to give me pleasure as I give it to you.” I stop, surprised at my outburst.

He laughs. “Your quick mind always comes up with the right answers. And your body is starting to hum. Tell me more.”

A fingertip glides back and forth in my slippery groove, while a thumb and finger pinch and pull at my nipple. The burning feeling on my bum adds a third dimension. God, I wish he would just fuck me!

“I want to be part of your life in this club. I want you to teach me about all this and share it with you. I want to get to know your friends.”

“My friends are going to want to get to know you too. I may loan you to some of them. What do you think of that?”

I breathe deeply. His hands feel so good. I know what he wants to hear. I’m not sure how I will react with another woman, but clearly that is in my future. What the hell…

“Whatever you want, Sir,” I say, holding his eyes. “I am so ready for new experiences. I put myself in your hands, literally and figuratively.”

“The literal part is certainly true right now,” he chuckles. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

“OHHH… YESSS”

He stands up and kicks the stool away, positioning himself so that I can watch as he strips. I lift my head and stare as he removes his shirt. He is a big man, stocky, and muscular. His chest is tight and hard, just like I imagined. I so want to nestle up against him, feel his big arms around me. He could easily lift me, and I could wrap my legs around his waist. My mind is racing ahead…

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I arrived at the auction in good time for the viewing and spend a few hours before the auction evaluating the items for sale.

To say that I was disappointed would be an understatement and if any of these items stemmed from Greystone House then they were at first sight mundane and of little interest.

Rows of brown furniture lined the room but contained nothing of interest inside. I opened the draws to cabinets and desks in the hope that there might be some paperwork that would help Susan and myself discover more about the place but there was nothing of the kind to be found.

Plenty of chairs and plain seating benches, kitchen items mostly pots and pans were in abundance but nothing of interest until I spotted something under a table that gave some hope.

It was a hand held strong box, locked and with the key missing but with the reassuring initials G.H. just about visible on its lid. I made a note of the lot number and hoped that I might obtain the article very cheaply as it could well be of little interest to others.

Time was passing and I wondered whether my trip had been a wast of time – and then I spotted it, standing upright and propped against a wall behind a couple of bureaus, a wooden structure which if laid upon the floor would look identical to the punishment bench depicted on the hand drawn sketch that we had discovered earlier.

My heart missed a beat when I moved the furniture aside to expose the item fully and saw the remains of leather straps hanging from the robust metal eye bolts strategically placed at its head, middle and foot.

There was no doubt in my mind that this was the actual punishment bench used to hold a girl immobile whilst she was being punished by the tawse. I could not wait to let Susan know that we now had both the significant items needed to complete, should she wish to, a replica of that room in our own home – but I was being premature, I still had to win the auction in order to own the object.

Of course I must own it, how could I let this opportunity pass, Susan would never forgive me and neither would I forgive myself – whatever it costs I shall willingly pay to secure this item.

The auction seemed to take ages to start and my first item of interest, the strong box, was already half way down the list. The bench being under the heading ‘sundry items’ was almost at the end, so I knew that I was in for a long wait.

When the box came up I started the bidding very low, just five pounds and, as I hoped, my maiden bid won the item – much later on, when over half the bidders had already left, the bench was secured for another five pounds with me as the only bidder.

Elated I waited until someone was available to give me a hand to load the heavy wooden bench into the back of my pick up truck after which I lost no time in racing home to my wife who had little idea of my mission and possible purchases.

Arriving home, and seeing her face, I sensed that Susan had something of interest to impart.

Not wishing to upstage her I left cihangir escort my news to last and listened intently to the results of her daily endeavours.

‘I can’t believe I did not think of it before,’ she said, ‘All I did was to Google the words Greystone House and a whole history of the place was there before my eyes.

Did you know that the place had two male governors? – well one overall governor and one deputy to be precise, and the main one at the time we are interested in was called Henry Stern – don’t you see darling the initials H.S. appear in the Punishment Book records as being the one we thought who did the actual beating with the tawse. Can you imagine, in an otherwise all female institution, the humiliation and embarrassment for a poor girl having to strip naked and be whipped by a MAN to say nothing of the pain she must endure? It makes me go weak at the knees to think of it,’ she said with her face reddening at the thought.

It was a worthy subject for our night time togetherness but there were other things that would be even more significant once I chose to reveal them.

I allowed time for my wife to finish her oratory and to ask how I got on at the auction before I dropped my first little gem.

‘Very good my sweet’, I replied casually, ‘There is one item that I took a chance on which may, or may not, provide further clues.’

I told her about the locked strong box with the initials G.H. on its lid that may contain absolutely nothing when the lock was forced open, or if we are in luck might just have something significant inside that will teach us more about that terrible place.

‘Oh how thrilling, another mystery box to open I cannot wait,’ she cried.

‘There is another thing that I know you will be absolutely thrilled about my love and I cannot wait to show you, in fact I need you to give me a hand to unload it as it is heavy and will need the trolley to transport it inside, are you up for it?’ I said, knowing full well her response.

Together we made straight for my pick up and the long heavy object that projected beyond the tailgate.

At first Susan did not recognise the object as it was inverted and not fully on view but slowly the realisation dawned on her.

‘Oh please tell me it is what I think it is darling,’ she gushed, clinging to my arm for support.

‘Can you believe our luck?’ I said, adding, ‘It will need a lot of work and I shall have to dismantle the base before we will be able to lift it out on our own, it took four of us to load it and those Victorians certainly made things to last,’ I reminded her.

‘Sounds like a job for tomorrow then,’ she replied sadly, ‘But we still have the box to investigate. Will you be able to smash the lock and put us out of our misery?’ she asked excitedly.

I nodded and teased her with an ultimatum, saying that I could certainly break into the box but if there was to be something inside then she must wait until I decide the time is right to inspect it, reasoning fulya escort that we could both benefit from curbing our hunger and from the discipline of anticipation. I did however assure her that I would break into the box before our special time together this evening to at least see whether there was something, or nothing, inside.

‘If those are the conditions Sir,’ she said with a wicked twinkle in her eye, ‘Then I must abide with my master’s wishes.’

It was the first time that my wife had adopted a truly submissive attitude and I had to admit I rather liked it.

With half an hour before our nightly ritual I wasted no time in selecting a sturdy chisel and mallet and even less time in breaking the hasp of the strong box before flinging open the lid and peering inside.

Yes there was something inside and I could not wait to inform Susan who was attending to the last minute essentials before our early bedtime.

I pulled out the contents which turned out to be a bundle of papers tied together with a black ribbon that secured the bundle both laterally and vertically then over the knot there seemed to be some sort of seal, wax possibly or pitch, and under that a label marked ‘For Disposal.’

Clearly this bundle of papers were not intended to be separated easily, if at all, which served only to whet my appetite and likely my wife’s too.

Finally we were beside each other, naked and ready for whatever developed. Something always developed during our special time of day whether we had planned in advance or let it happen naturally, but tonight there was only one thing on Susan’s mind – what was in the box and whether I could be persuaded into changing my mind about waiting a while before satisfying our burgeoning curiosity.

When I informed her that we were in luck, my eager wife tried to seduce me into breaking the seal in order to see the contents straight away, using her feminine charms.

‘Go you meanie,’ she taunted me, ‘What will it take to get you to change your stubborn mind? You must be as curious as me for goodness sake.’

I gave her a lecture about self control and the benefits of sweet anticipation but she decided to play up and not to let the matter rest.

‘If you want to silence me,’ she said at last when all attempts had failed, ‘Then you must find a way to divert my attention.’

Never one to refuse a challenge I pulled her close and whispered into her ear, telling her that we had something special to look forward to and with luck it could throw more light on the reputed happenings at the infamous Greystone House.

I lightly nibbled her ear lobe – that usually gives her goosebumps and makes her giggle but this time she guided me to her naked breasts and asked me to “Hurt my nipples please Adam,” a request that she had never made before.

I have always loved the look and touch of her breasts and how the nipples responded eagerly to the slightest stimulation and so I began by kissing them and feeling the nipples florya escort swell and grow in my mouth but that was not enough.

‘Please darling, use your teeth, torture my nipples until I ask you to stop. I need this Adam will you help me?’ she gasped.

We have always tried to accommodate each other’s needs and I knew Susan well enough to realise that she was serious and so, gingerly at first I took a nipple between my teeth and gradually increased the pressure.

‘Oh yes, that’s right …oh gosh …harder please,’ she begged.

Laying on her back beside me I could sense that her arms were positioned above her head as if she had been restrained in that position by some sadist determined to have his way with her, but this was different, I love her and she trusts me. I bit harder on her tender nipple and stretched it to its limit until she gasped, “Oh Fuck Adam, that’s enough please, can you do the same to the other?’

I changed position and imagined that I could see the marks on her nipple left by my teeth.

I was hesitant about doing the same to her other breast until she cried out ‘Torture the other one please darling,’ and I found myself eager to oblige.

With her permission I felt all powerful and that feeling surprised and delighted me. The word ‘torture’ served to awaken a long forgotten urge inside me, a primeval urge maybe from a previous existence and at the time torturing my wife was all I wanted to do.

I knew that I was hurting her, I made sure of that, and I wondered how much she could take.

It wasn’t long before she asked me to stop and I did so instantly.

‘Will you fuck me now darling?’ she begged, adding, ‘I really need it and you can be as rough as you like.’

I had not realised until then how utterly sexually aroused I was. My cock felt heavy and the erection that I enjoyed was the most powerful yet.

I entered her easily and built up the pace until I was slamming into her oblivious of her cries as orgasm after orgasm engulfed her

Eventually I emptied my passion and love into her but could not bring myself to withdraw. Needing an explanation maybe, or just confirmation that we were still alright, I lay on top of her listening to her breathing and feeling her chest rising and falling beneath me.

‘That was beautiful Adam,’ she assured me, ‘You were magnificent, my wonderful cruel husband.’

I have never seen you like this before Susan,’ I remarked.

‘Well it is partly your fault you know,’ she said cryptically, ‘You wanted to take my mind off having to wait and you certainly did that.’

‘So you like a little pain do you? I said needlessly.

‘Well I needed to know what it was like – how much I could bear, because you know, those poor girls at Greystone if it is true, and we shall find out Adam, I know we shall, – they could not ask for it to stop when it became too painful, they had no choice did they?’

As I listened to her words I found myself getting hard within her and soon we were fucking together and urging each other towards yet another all consuming orgasm.

As we came together she looked at me seriously.

‘I wonder how I would manage, being punished like that with no choice in the matter whatsoever.’

I knew then, as did she, that before long she would have her answer.

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