Violets get opened up

She must have lost track of time because she didn't even notice the shadow over her until she heard a loud cough.

"You need sunscreen on your back or you're going to be crispy like a chicken." Violet looked up and saw a very tall black man standing over her. He was smiling and holding a bottle of sunscreen.

"Excuse me?" Violet sat up and felt the heat radiating from her back. She was indeed beginning to burn.

"Your back is burning and since it looks like you're here alone, I am going to sacrifice myself and offer to put lotion on your back." He was still smiling as Violet scowled at him.

"You always this cocky?"

"Yes. I'm Malcolm by the way. I'm here alone as well, but I'll tell you that story over dinner tonight."

Malcolm sat down and began to rub lotion on her back and arms. He was gentle and she liked the feel of his hands on her back. His hands were large and strong yet very soft. It was a strange combination, very different then Jeremy's hands that were always manicured and moisturized.

"So are you going to tell me your name?"

"I'm Violet. That feels nice." Violet tried not to enjoy the massage that Malcolm was giving her, but it was too late. She pouted a bit as he removed his hands.

"So are we eating at the seafood restaurant or the Italian restaurant?"

Malcolm settled himself on a lounge chair next to Violet and pulled out the local newspaper, he began reading, not really interested in her answer.

"Who says I'm going out to dinner with you?"

"I said so. Happy families surround us and both of us are alone. We should enjoy this time together."

Violet rolled her eyes and muttered some words under her breath. She continued reading her novel and as the sun began to set, she started packing up her things.

"I'll meet you outside the seafood restaurant at 6pm." Malcolm leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek and he was off, making his way to the other side of the resort. Violet just shook her head and walked towards her room. She thought about how forward this man had been, but she figured that it wasn't like he was paying for dinner and you only got to eat at that restaurant once a week so she might as well have a dining partner and not look so pathetic eating alone.

At six o'clock, she stood at the entrance of the restaurant. Her blonde hair was down around her shoulders and she was wearing a flowered sundress. She was wearing the same sandals as she did during the day and had a touch of makeup. She glanced around and saw Malcolm already at a table. She walked over and sat down.

"Hi."

"Well hello yourself. You look amazing tonight. I'm sorry I was so forward at the pool today. I have a thing for redheads." Malcolm grinned. He was wearing beige pants with a nice white shirt. He smelled of some manly cologne.

"I'm not a redhead. It's strawberry blonde."

"Stubborn I see. We'll get along well then."

Violet giggled and the ice was broken. They chatted through dinner. Violet told him that she needed to get away for a while and needed a vacation alone. She left out the part of her fiancé leaving her at the altar, figuring she needed to keep her secrets. Malcolm had told her how he was in business for himself and had finally arranged for a holiday, the first in over five years. Violet had tried to figure out how old Malcolm was since he barely looked twenty-five and there were not many twenty year olds with their own business. On the other hand, she knew she looked much younger than thirty-five.

"We should take a walk on the beach."

Malcolm got up and led Violet towards the beach. He held her hand and she didn't protest. It felt comfortable and normal. She slipped off her sandals as they made their way onto the cold sand. The sun was almost setting and it cast a reddish glow over the water. They walked in silence until they were in front of the building where her room was.

"Well, I had a nice time Malcolm. Thank you."

"Oh no you don't. I'm a perfect gentleman. I am going to walk you to your room."

Violet rolled her eyes and let him follow her to her room. Just as she was about to open the door and say her goodnights, he grabbed her and kissed her hard, pressing her against the door. She felt his hot lips against hers and moaned loudly. She dropped her purse and keys as her hands held his strong biceps. Malcolm's hands snaked through her hair and pulled her closer. He slid his tongue into her mouth and licked her tongue softly.

"Dear God."

Violet was panting hard and was sliding her hands all over his body. He pulled her head to the side by gripping her hair in one hand. He licked along her neck while his other hand pinched her left nipple.

"You are so fucking gorgeous. You're lucky I didn't do this to you at the poolside."

Violet's mind was foggy. She felt his teeth against her neck and was bracing herself against him since her knees were weak. If he had fucked her right here she wouldn't have protested. She was that horny. Malcolm nibbled his way down her cleavage and then up the other side to her left ear.

"Tell me what you want."

"You. Now."

Malcolm grinned and pushed away from her. She was trembling from the reaction her body had to his and he saw how hard her nipples were poking through her dress.

"Not on the first date. I'll save you a spot at the pool tomorrow."

And with that, he was off down the hall. She took a deep breath and was so confused she couldn't take it. She bent down to grab her keys and purse and slammed the door shut. She stripped off her dress, put on a loose t-shirt, and climbed into bed. She lay there thinking how earlier today she thought he was an arrogant prick and now her body needed him so badly it hurt. She tossed and turned and finally fell asleep thinking of Malcolm.

Leslie takes BBC

The way Leslie was looking at me, I could tell that she was in the mood for more than just cigarettes.

The sexual powers of the black man continue to thrill white women's dreams and make white men wake up in cold sweat. I looked at Leslie. I gave her the look. Both men and women understand that inimitable look. I wanted some of that and I was offering her a piece of my action. Leslie got it. I looked at this white chick. She was around five-foot-five, and probably weighing over two hundred pounds. She had red hair and green eyes. She wasn't pretty in the face but her body was thick, her breasts large and her ass was definitely plump. What can I say? I just love a fat ass! Would you believe that Leslie and I got down right then and there? Believe it, folks.

Leslie and I ducked into a dark street, behind a pile of boxes, not far from South Station. I unzipped my pants and showed the plump white chick what I was working with. Nine inches of long and thick, black dick. I stroked my cock, and told her to show it some love. Once Leslie picked her jaw up from the floor, she got right down to business. She bent down and took my cock in her mouth. I thrust my cock into her mouth. I've had my cock sucked by white Males and white female. Hey, a good businessman doesn't discriminate, know what I'm saying?

Leslie busied herself sucking my dick. That's what I like about white women. They all love to suck dick. Black women always like to pretend they don't enjoy sucking cock and that when you ask them, it's a great sacrifice for them to get down and please you. That's so frigging stupid. Must be why nobody seems to want to hook up with the black chicks no more. Today's black guys are either fucking white women or they're sleeping with other men on the side. Hell, sometimes they're doing both. Black chicks have a good reason to be frustrated. They're not getting enough dick. Oh, well. I suggest they invest in the dildo making industry.

I rammed my cock down Leslie's throat. Now, she might be some hotshot white woman who thinks she owns the world just because she's white and female in a society that caters to her kind. Not so in this alley. In this dark alley, she's my bitch. She's sucking my dick. It didn't matter if she was some white trash broad living in the hood or a hotshot MBA holder working her way up the corporate ladder. She was in my power. Why? Because I'm the black man with the big dick, that's why!

Leslie looked me in the eye while sucking my dick. I cannot tell you how annoying I find it when bitches do that. Yes, you're sucking my dick. Why are you looking at me? Do you want a medal or something? No way in hell are you getting one. The only thing you're getting is a blast of cum all over your damn face because I'm ready to frigging nut, you hear me? With those words in mind I came, shooting my hot manly cum all over Leslie's face. I roared victoriously. The black man cometh! I made Leslie clean me up. She did.

Leslie told me she wanted to experience my big black dick inside her. I looked at her and shook my head. Females are always saying men see them as sexual objects. If you ask me, if they don't want to be seen as sexual objects, they should dress shabbily and stop showering for a few days. No way they'll be seen as sexual objects now! I told Leslie how I got down. I wasn't interested in fucking her pussy. I wanted her ass. She hesitated. I could see the wheels turning in her tiny little brain. Tick tock. She smiled at me and said okay. I grinned, and made her turn around. I took a look at Leslie's fat ass. Damn, this plump white chick had a booty! I couldn't wait to fuck it.

I pulled down Leslie's pants, and was surprised to discover that she wasn't wearing any panties. What a slut. I liked it! I spread her plump white butt cheeks wide open, and slid my finger into her booty hole. I never stick my dick into any woman's holes without first inspecting them digitally. I read something about a diabolical device which women placed in their vaginas to ensnare men and hurt them in the worst way. That's why I check a woman's holes before going in. Leslie's ass was clean. I rubbed my cock and placed it against her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went inside.

Man, I've fucked many assholes before. I've lost count of how many white women I've bent over and stuffed like Christmas gift baskets. I love making white women squeal as I fill their assholes with my long and thick, black cock. Leslie was no exception. I dug my fingers into the tender flesh of her hips and shoved my cock into her asshole. From the initial penetration of her ass by my cock, I learned a lot about Leslie. She was no stranger to anal sex. Her asshole felt too supple. My cock fit comfortably inside. Oh, she was still tight, but comfortable. Otherwise she'd be screaming by now. I slammed my cock into the big white woman's booty hole, enjoying the feel of a tight asshole around my dick. White chicks can be so annoying and arrogant sometimes. They all need to get fucked in the ass. That's exactly what I did to Leslie. I clamped my hand over her mouth as I fucked her. I filled her ass with my cock. I fucked her until I came, flooding her asshole with my manly cum. Then, I pulled out and we both took time to recover. We readjusted our clothes. Afterwards, she went back to work with an extra bounce in her step.

Did you just see that? Women are always saying that men are the ones always interested in sex. They claim women don't have random sexual encounters. Give me a frigging break. If women didn't have random sexual encounters, then who in hell are all these players, hunks and macho studs hooking up with at parties, clubs and in the workplace? They can't all be queer, can they? Nah. For every sexually adventurous man out there ready to spread the seed, there are five bitches ready to spread their legs. Believe that!

I left downtown Boston and took the Red Line Train to Dorchester. I got off at the Ashmont Stop and stopped to look at all the construction being done. The city developers say that they're going to make the decrepit Ashmont Station look as neat and as modern as South Station. I wish them luck. Did they forget what part of the city Ashmont is in? Anyhow, I got to jet, family. It was fun getting my cock sucked by a rich white woman in a business suit downtown. I bet you she's going to have a hell of a time explaining all those cum stains on her shirt.

That was pretty funny, right? This goes to show you that white women are as eager for sex as men are, if not more so. Life is business. Do what you got to do when dealing with them hussies but protect your body, your mind and your money from their tricks. Never put your trust in a female. I don't care if she's your mother, your sister, your daughter, your aunt, your grandmother or even your maid. That's the best advice I could give you. Men got impulses they can't control. White Women once they get turned out to BBC they don't give a fuck they just want what they need which is some hard black cock deep in them. That's the awful truth. Anyhow, see you later.

Hey Trainner hope you will post this story and if you do hollar back at your dug

Chastity 's lession continues III

The next couple times that Charity went to visit Jeremy he would either lay her down and fuck her with her legs spread -- sometimes wrapped around his waist, other times with one or both over his shoulders -- until he got her off, and then he'd cum in her mouth or on her tits. She didn't know why he liked to cum on her tits, but she liked to try and catch the spurts of white froth in her mouth, plus it saved her from having to wipe the sticky stuff off of her flesh. And every time he'd play with her asshole, pushing one and then two of his fat dark fingers into her back hole as he ate her out or she rode him. By now she was used to it when he would push his fingers into her tight ass, it even felt good to have that extra sensation of something opening up her tight little asshole.

Still it made her a little nervous when she returned to the clearing and he wanted to do something new.

"Get on all fours," he told her. Chastity did so, getting on her hands and knees and looking up at him expectantly. His cock was hard and ready, that thick black girth that she had come to adore so much... her mouth watered with the desire to suck on it. Instead, Jeremy walked around behind her... she trembled at his touch as his hands caressed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart so that he could look at her little asshole. Would today be the day that he put his big black cock up her ass?

"Soon," he whispered, answering her question as his thumb circled around her asshole. Chastity moaned a little, pushing her ass at him...

His hands began roaming over her back and her ass, squeezing at her flesh. Chastity moaned, especially when his hands came around to her front and began squeezing her breasts. Looking down she could see his dark hands kneading the tender mounds, playing with her nipples, and she shuddered with erotic pleasure at the sight of his dark skin pressing against her pale flesh. Jeremy pressed into her from behind, his dick rubbing along the length of her wet pussy, making her yearn for him to turn her over and spread her thighs open for him.

Instead, he pulled one of his hands away from her breast in order to line himself up with her pussy, and he began to push into her from behind. Chastity gasped with this novel sensation as his dick rubbed the insides of her pussy in a completely new way. Jeremy pushed into her from behind, all the way until his groin met up with her ass cheeks, she could feel her ass pressing against his body and it made her moan and wiggle as she luxuriated in this new self-indulgence.

Then he pulled out and slammed in again, taking her breath away and rocking her body... she found it required much more effort to keep herself up on her hands and knees than it did to lay on her back and spread her legs. It also bothered her that she couldn't see him fucking her now... but at the same time she really liked the way she felt completely in his control in this position. His hands moved around and started kneading her breasts again, making her moan as she pushed back against him.

With every thrust, she could feel her elbows buckling a little more, and her wrists were starting to hurt and she didn't like how that distracted her from the pleasure she was getting from being fucked from behind. So she lowered herself to her elbows, which had the pleasant effect of making her ass high in the air while she was in a better position to be on the receiving end of Jeremy's thrusts.

Liking her new position, Jeremy slid back, putting his hands on her hips so that he could admire the way his cock looked splitting open her pink pussy, little white girl on her knees and taking him from behind. Blonde hair spilled across the grass, Chastity moaned as she was impaled, again and again, and now he could see her ass cheeks shake with every thrust. Wetting his finger in his mouth, he pushed it against her asshole and was pleased to see that her body easily opened up and accepted it.

Chastity's groans of pleasure got louder as he added a second finger, watching as his darkness took her in both holes at once. Big black cock splitting open her little pink pussy while his dark fingers disappeared between her ivory ass cheeks... it was a sight to take his breath away. And the next time he had her, he was gonna be taking that sweet ass.

Pulling his fingers from that tempting hole, he used both his hands on her hips to pump her from behind even more powerfully, glorying in her cries of pleasure as he rode her. Chastity's ass in the air wiggled and she clenched as Jeremy plowed into her, her cheek rubbing against the soft grass of the clearing, nipples tickled by the greenery beneath her. She could see what they looked like in her mind, powerful attractive black man fucking the younger white girl from behind, on her hands and knees, being taken like a beast.

Part of her wanted him to cum in her, to feel his dick spurting into her pussy, like horses or dogs when they bred would... but she knew that he wouldn't. She moaned at the thought though, rubbing her pussy and ass seductively against him as his fingers gripped her hips tightly. His thrusts were coming harder and faster, and even though she was more stable on her elbows, she could feel him pushing her forward.

Reaching underneath her body, Jeremy sought out her clit with his fingers, and Chastity let out a cry of rapture as he began rubbing the engorged nub of pleasure. Her legs and arms trembled with the effort of holding herself up as ecstasy threatened to overcome her senses, and Jeremy continued to pound at her from the rear. As his fingers continued to rub she could feel the heady tingling rush of her orgasm over taking her, and she collapsed before him... he followed her down, his dick thrusting hard into her pussy and impaling her as she lay on the grass before him.

She could feel him growing bigger inside of her ass she writhed with elated gratification, and her orgasm grew as she thought he might lose control, that his big black cock would spurt white cream into her pussy... but then he pulled out and left her empty, she could feel the sticky warmth spreading across her ass cheeks and back, and she rubbed the front of her pussy against the ground, letting her orgasm continue as Jeremy spurted over her backside.

They both stayed in their respective positions, gasping... Chastity felt like her body was made of jelly, she felt so drained and shaky. Then she moaned a little as Jeremy's lips and tongue pressed against her asshole, teasing the sensitive nerves and making her body jerk.

"Next time," he murmured.

Chastity 's lession continues II

Chastity had returned to Jeremy the very next day, eager for her next lesson... and her hot little pussy was eager for some more of his black cock. To her delight, he'd had something new to show her immediately, stripping her down and laying her down in their clearing, instead of fucking her immediately he straddled her head with his large black thighs and lowered his mouth to her already wet pussy. Above her head his dick and balls bobbed like fruit, and she opened her mouth to smoothly receive the long dark snake between her pretty pink lips.

"Mmmm..." she hummed along its length, feeling delirious with sexual fervor, not only was his dick pressing deep into her throat, but at the exact same time he was playing with her dripping pussy! It felt delicious... the way his tongue laved between her pussy lips, his fingers dipping into her juicy hole... she let out another moan, and her suction on his cock increased as he pushed a slick finger into her asshole.

Jeremy grinned into the pink pussy as the little white girl squirmed underneath him, his dick buried in her mouth... he enjoyed looking at his dark finger pushing into her virgin asshole, burying itself between two pale white asscheeks. Damn she was a hot little bitch. Squirming underneath him, her mouth hungrily swallowed his dick as he licked around her pussy and asshole, fingers busy inside both of the tight orifices... he liked the way she wriggled whenever his tongue slid around her swollen clit.

The way she was sucking on his cock was making him crazy, he could slide all the way down into her throat, feeling her lips almost touch his groin before her body would spasm beneath him, gagging on his length. Pulling her entire clit into his mouth, he gave it a quick suck, and could feel the vibrations along his cock as she cried out beneath him in pleasure. Then he pulled off of her and grinned at her astonished expression.

"Come here and climb on honey," he told her as he lay on his back in the clearing, long dark cock sticking up in the air. Chastity's eyes got big and round as she realized that he wanted her to slide herself down that thick pole, somehow that was an idea much more daunting than having him in control.

Gingerly she straddled his waist, her pale spread thighs looking very small next to his large, dark, muscular body. Putting both hands on his chest for balance, Chastity rubbed his cock-head along her pussy lips, Jeremy holding the monster shlong steady for her. It wasn't hard to find the hole, but she found that she was so tight – even though she was sopping wet – that it was kind of hard to push him in.

"oooOOOOO" she groaned as she tried to sit down on his cock, shuddering at how big he felt... somehow she felt much smaller than when she'd been spread underneath him the day before.

"It's sore," she whimpered, looking down at her "teacher".

"Then let me help you," he said, grinned up at her. Letting go of his dick – with its head lodged inside her tight pussy it didn't really need the help right now anyway – he put both his large hands on her pale waist, and thrust upwards hard while pulling down on her hips. Chastity's eyes popped open as half his cock shoved inside of her, and she let out a little wail of pain and pleasure, her thighs automatically spreading even more to loosen herself up.

Leaning forward, her hands fell to either side of his body as her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and she found herself looking straight at his dark shoulder with its darker black wiry hairs, while his cock continued to push its way into her body. Even though she was on top, she didn't feel in control at all at the moment. Jeremy lifted her up again and forced her back down, gravity helping as she slid further down his cock, her pussy opening up and stretching for the big log as her mouth made a perfect "o", back straining as her legs quivered.

"That's it little white girl," Jeremy grinned as he lifted her again, her tight pussy pulling at him as she slid up, "Take my big black cock!" and he shoved Chastity down again, hips lifting up to push all the way into her tight, wet hole.

She felt like a rag doll on top of him as he started thrusting in and out of her, the new position making his body rub against her swollen clit more than usual, and she found her hips moving back against him as he stretched her pussy over and over.

"Good girl," he crooned into her blonde hair as Chastity pushed herself up a little, her pussy burning with raw need as she lifted herself a little and sank back down on his cock. It felt so big inside her, she imagined the big black thing pushing into her insides, all the way up into her belly, and she moaned as she ground down on it. Managing to push herself up onto her hands, breasts hanging seductively down over the man below, Chastity started riding him, moving slowly as he moved with her, getting used to the ache between her legs.

Big black hands covered her breasts and started squeezing the pale flesh, pinching at her pink nipples, and she moaned and shuddered, her hips moving a little faster on top of him. Arching her back, Chastity thrust her breasts at him as she started to really move on top of him, her ass grinding down against him as he filled her pussy.

"Oh god that feels good!" she cried out, her body really working now on top of him, humping him as she pushed his thick black dick in and out of her body, moving like the cock slut she was happily turning into. Chastity luxuriated in the feel of him moving in and out of her, in the fact that she was on top riding him, the way she could grind her hips against his body just the way that she liked it.

Jeremy squeezed her bouncing breasts harder, feeling them jiggle against his hands as the young blonde bounced on top of him, impaling herself on his cock over and over again. Her moans filled the clearing, and every time he pinched her pink nipples between his fingers her pussy would clench down even tighter around him. Pushing up with his hips, he could feel his dick reaching into the deepest parts of her hungry cunt.

Then he took control again. Reaching one arm around her, Jeremy pulled her forward so that she was propped up on her elbows, Chastity cried out with surprise and then moaned as this new angle really rubbed her clit perfectly. She pushed back against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest as she worked herself on his cock. Sliding his hand down her back and hip, Jeremy squeezed her asscheek and pulled at it a little, searching out her little asshole with his finger.

Chastity gasped as his finger began to push into her tight little second hole, this was a completely new sensation! She was already filled to the brim with his cock, and now his finger was trying to fit into her asshole! It couldn't get in very far, but every time she pushed down on his cock she was pushing down on his finger too, she couldn't fuck him without having him invade her ass at the same time. But it didn't feel bad, in fact mostly it felt good; the way she felt all stretched and stuffed, and she could feel the now familiar tingling between her thighs that she knew would bring her absolute bliss.

"Oh yes Jeremy," she moaned as his finger wormed its way further into her ass, his cock stuffing her pussy with every thrust, "Oh Jeremy... oh fuck me!"

Her teeth bit into his shoulder as she tried to muffle her scream of passion, pleasure shooting through her thighs and groin, tingling through her ass all the way to her erect nipples as they rubbed against his chest. Jeremy bucked beneath her, embedding his cock into her grasping pussy, groaning with the need to fill her with his cum...

Chastity found herself on her back again, Jeremy fisting his cock hard and fast as cum started to spurt onto her belly and breasts. Somehow that bothered her, and she sat up, opening her mouth and took the head of his dick in her mouth, sucking the white froth from him. Her own hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously as she rode the last of her orgasm, shuddering with pleasure as she swallowed his load. Groaning, Jeremy's hands pushed on the back of her head, sliding his cock all the way into her throat as he bucked in the throes of his own orgasm.

Still sucking, Chastity's fingers slowed between her thighs and she could see and feel Jeremy relaxing in front of her, his fingers letting go their grip on her hair and stroking the blonde strands gently.

Looking down at her as she still tongued his softening dick he smiled and said, "Good girl... you're learning fast."

Thrilled with the praise, Chastity glowed up at him, and didn't release his cock from between her lips until he pulled it out himself.

Chastity 's lession continues

A few days after her first 'lesson' with Jeremy, Chastity was back in the same clearing on her knees, only this time she was completely naked. Her mouth was eager on his long black cock, licking and sucking... this time he was letting her be more exploratory, not just swallowing him, but licking along the shaft and kissing his tip before wrapping her pink lips and trying to swallow him to the base. Chastity shivered as his large black hands squeezed her pale breasts, tweaking her already erect nipples. Juices were already dripping from her pussy, she was so horny and turned on.

The past few days her mind had been overtaken by fantasies of Jeremy, the way he'd pleasured her with his tongue and finger... she'd tried using her own fingers, but it just hadn't felt the same and she'd given up. Mostly all she'd managed to do was frustrate herself more... and now here she was, on her knees, salivating over his big black cock, and hoping that he'd return the favor.

Looking up at him with her big blue eyes, she tossed her blonde hair back from her shoulders and fisted his cock with her hand, moving it gently and slowly back and forth as she asked, "Lick me, Jeremy? Please?"

"Well that wouldn't really be teaching you anything, now would it," Jeremy said, smiling, "We did that last time."

"We did this last time too," Chastity pouted, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock as if to prove her point.

Jeremy had to laugh, "Well that's true enough." Thinking it over as she continued to lick around the sensitive head, he thrust his hips forward a little, "Alright, I'll lick you and we'll do something new at the same time."

Chastity was excited as he lay her back, this time his big black hands rested on the backs of her thighs and pushed them up towards her chest, effectively folding her in half and spreading her pretty pink pussy for him. She moaned as his tongue slid up the center of her folds, teasing her clit before moving back into the center of her juicy wetness. His hands were so erotic looking, black darkness against her pale skin, holding down her thighs, keeping them spread for him. Moving her own hands, she put one on top of his and the other on top of his head, rubbing his hair as he licked and nibbled at her open pussy.

Then his tongue began to move lower and she gasped, "Jeremy! That's not where you're supposed to be licking!"

His tongue flicked against her sensitive crinkled asshole and he told her, "This is part of the lesson Chastity, and I'm going to be doing plenty of other things to your sexy little ass, so just enjoy it."

She felt distinctly uncomfortable, but also aroused as he licked her asshole the same way he would her pussy. Then his hand moved hers from on top of his to holding her own thigh up, and his fingers trailed down to her pussy hole... he began to push his finger inside of her as he licked at her asshole, and Chastity found herself moaning and pulling her thigh back even farther to allow him better access. It was a good position for Jeremy too as he could tongue her ass while watching his dark finger slide between her pink pussy lips, thinking about how much fun he was going to have with her.

Moving her other hand from on top of her head to her other thigh, Jeremy gave Chastity complete control over how much she was spread. Then he took the finger that had been in her pussy, all coated and lubricated with her juices, and began to press it against her tight little asshole as he pushed a finger from his other hand into her pussy. She shuddered and moaned as he invaded her ass, all the while his other finger fucking her pussy.

"Oh Jeremy," she squirmed, "It hurts... take it out!"

Her asshole tightened down on his invading digit, not even halfway in, and he crooned, "Just relax and it'll start to feel better... here, I'll help you."

And with that, he added a second finger to her pussy, stretching her out there too. Chastity gasped, her hips moving up and down... it felt strange but good to be filled up like that, and she knew that eventually he was going to put his cock into her pussy, and his cock was much bigger than his fingers. She wondered if he was planning on putting his cock into her little asshole too, and she shivered with the thought. His finger there was still uncomfortable, but at the same time starting to feel kind of good, and she thought that she must be a very naughty girl.

Squirming on his fingers, Chastity could feel her insides starting to tingle again as he pushed his fingers in and out of her, watching her with eager dark eyes as she moaned and writhed for him, her hands keep her thighs splayed. Leaning forward, Jeremy caught a little pink nipple in his mouth and bit down, making Chastity arch.

"OhhhhhhHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" she cried out as she began to cum, his fingers pumping in and out of her, thumb rubbing against her clit as it swelled up... his teeth bit down harder on her tender nipple and she shook with the force of her ecstasy. Moving her hips, she rode the sensations, her ass and pussy tightening over his fingers... in fact, she was pretty sure that having his finger in her ass just made everything more intense.

"Good little white girl," Jeremy murmured as he pulled his fingers from her holes, Chastity moaned and let her legs drop, but he caught them on their way down, spreading her thighs wide as he lined his cock up with her pussy.

"Oooooo," Chastity whimpered as his big black cock began to split her open.

Jeremy stared, entranced at the way her little pink pussy was swallowing his snake, the way his darkness looked as it entered her body, "Well ain't that pretty..."

Putting his hands on her thighs, Jeremy kept pushing until his entire cock was buried to the hilt in her virgin pussy, Chastity's eyes were closed and tears leaked from the edges... it hurt, but it felt good too, much more stretched than his fingers had made her. It felt huge and tight inside of her, and she pictured his long hard blackness impaling her body in her head... her pussy was already sensitive and it felt incredible as his groin touched hers and rubbed against her pussy lips.

Then he began to thrust, and Chastity cried out with the rapturous torment, the way it hurt and stretched her over and over, while at the same time felt gloriously gratifying... to be filled, over and over again. Her eyes popped open as he leaned forward and she wrapped her pale arms around his dark shoulders, pulling him closer as he heaved energetically, hips thrusting as their lips came together.

Chastity shuddered and cried as she gave up her virginity to his assault, her hips lifting to meet his, impaling herself upon his black cock. It was agony and elation all wrapped together, the stretching of her body to receive him and the euphoric feeling of being taken. Jeremy's arms wrapped around her body, squashing her breasts against his muscles as he bucked and thrust, steady strokes that rekindled the fires in her loins which had barely begun to dwindle.

She mewed and whimpered in his arms, shuddering beneath him as her nails dug into his back. Jeremy could feel her already tight pussy convulsing against him, tightening even more and massaging his cock, and he groaned, gritting his teeth and shoving hard into her, rubbing his crotch against hers. Chastity squealed as his body pushed against her clit, making the little nub tingle and then explode, her back arched as she came, and Jeremy shoved all the way deep inside of her.

Chastity thought she might faint with the rapture of it, ecstasy seeming to spill into her body, and then suddenly she was empty and hot wetness was spurting over her pale stomach. She opened her eyes, shuddering with the last remnants of her gratification, to see Jeremy fisting his cock and taking his, white froth spraying from his cock onto her breasts and stomach.

Staring at it for a moment, Chastity watched as Jeremy sighed, and the formidable black cock began to shrink.

Grinning, Jeremy began to put on his pants as he told her, "Better get up to the house and wash yourself off before your Daddy gets home, little white girl."

Gasping, Chastity jumped up and tried to look at the sun through the shade, seeing that quite some time had passed since her Daddy had gone out. She wiped Jeremy's cum off of her stomach with her blouse, since it was white, before putting it and her skirt on and running back up to the house, leaving Jeremy far behind. Arriving, she found she was perfectly safe, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Neither she or Jeremy would be getting in trouble... humming happily, she let her mind wander over her latest lesson as she headed to take a bath.

Fantasy lived out

hey were married for what seemed like forever, actually 11 years this week. As an anniversary present Dave had arranged for a special surprise, one they had each fantasized about for years, but never shared with each other.

This day their time at the gym had been a bit different. While Linda was lifting some small dumbbells a trainer was watching her. She had noticed him looking but tried to act as if she hadn't. After a few minutes of watching the trainer approached her and began to talk to her about the way she was using the weights. He offered her a few suggestions regarding her technique, and explained that these minor changes would have a huge effect on her muscle groups. Then he did something that sent shivers through her body. He touched her on the under side of her arms and asked if she could feel the muscles there being worked. She was mesmerized by his touch, the thought of this big strong black man touching her made her tingle all over, and she liked it. He showed her a few more exercises and each time he would touch her with the excuse of showing her the muscles that were supposed to be worked. The feelings rushing through her body were intense and she felt herself burning inside with a desire to be with this man.

This situation hadn't gone unnoticed by Dave, but he waited quite a while before moving over to where they were. He was enjoying watching his wife interact with this man, the color of his skin against hers was a tremendous turn on. Dave secretly hoped there could be more, much more. He had fantasized for a long time about watching his hot little wife being penetrated by another man. But not just any man, a stud. And this man fit the bill to a tee. He was built like a Greek God, features and muscles chiseled like a fine statue. The color of his skin was like milk chocolate and he looked delicious. The contrast of his large dark body standing over Linda's small fair skinned frame was an erotic masterpiece.

As Dave approached them, they both smile awkwardly, like 2 school kids caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Linda introduced her new friend Keon as one of the trainers from the gym who was kind enough to give her a few pointers. Dave shook Keons hand and was impressed by his firm grip and smooth skin. Keon asked if Linda would like to take a few training sessions at no cost to them. He explained that once in a while he did some training at no charge for select clients that he thought would benefit from them. After some brief small talk Linda took him up on his offer and made plans to come back the next day.


The next day couldn't come fast enough for either of them. Dave watched as his sweet little white wife of 11 years got ready for her time with Keon at the gym. He had to leave for work, Dave left for work and Linda left for the gym and Keon.

When she got to the gym Keon was waiting, she was instantly hot inside and could feel her skin getting flushed. She hoped he would touch her again while he was training her. Today he began by helping her onto the chin up bar, he lifted her by the waist until she grabbed the bar. His touch was making it hard to concentrate. Next he had her laying on her back on the bench and lifting a barbell. As he spotted her she could look up the leg of his shorts, the sight of his black cock made her too weak to continue. He had no underwear on, and liked showing this hot little white married woman his cock and balls. He asked her if she was enjoying herself, she couldn't even speak, she just shook her head yes.

Next he took her to a private area of the gym. There was workout equipment, a sauna, shower, couches, a massage table and a desk. She knew now that this is where the real training would be done. Keon sat at the desk and dialed the phone, he asked the person on the other end of the phone if "it" was still ok to move forward, and Linda wondered who he was talking to. Then Keon handed the phone to Linda, the voice on the phone was Dave's, and what he said next sent her reeling. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABE, Enjoy yourself!!. Those words rang in her ears, she asked him if he was serious, and also realized that this was all a set up. She handed the phone back to Keon and entered his world dizzy with lust.

He motion her to the couch where he sat down. He had her kneel on the floor in front of him, and bent over to kiss her full on the lips. She loved the feeling of his hot tongue in her mouth. She wanted more of him, and she was going to get it.

For years she had fantasized about being with a black man, and now it was coming to fruition, and the urgency she felt in her loins as he gently kissed and caressed her was making her very wet!!!

He continued to kiss her while his hand moved towards her pussy. What's going on in here? he asked, while slipping a finger into her panties. She was screaming inside for him to put his luscious black fingers into her hot pussy. She trembled and began to come uncontrollably. You want to be my little white married slut don't you? She couldn't speak, but nodded her head while gazing into his eyes.

She found herself rubbing his cock through his shorts, and couldn't resist the urge to get his cock out so she could see it. He stood and took his shorts down revealing a sight that had her drooling, she had heard black men were big but damn that thing made her husband dick look like a play toy for children this was a man cock and she was about to service it happly. He commanded her to "get to sucking it bitch", and she did. She loved being controlled by her big black stud, and knew she was to become his. She was sucking his cock, licking up and down the shaft, and then she worshipped his big black balls. The smell and taste was intoxicating, she couldn't get enough. He could tell by the way she moaned while blowing him that she loved his cock. He asked her if she wanted to taste his cum, and she moaned yes. He commanded her to beg for it and she did. She spoke "Oh baby, I love the taste of your big black cock and balls' "please come in my mouth, I want to taste your juices on my toungue". When he unloaded his come in her mouth she sucked hard and swallowed, it made her come. She fell back on the floor and quivered in front of her new black master.

He lifted her to the massage table and laid her on her belly. Pulling her to the edge of the table he sat in a chair and buried his face in her sweet pussy. Linda began to shiver and come again all over his tongue. The pleasure she was getting from Keon was unlike any she had ever experienced before. The thought of having her pussy devoured by this strong black sex master made her orgasms intense. He continued to lick her like the superb lover that he was, alternating between her pussy lips and her delicious ass. Like a man possessed he attacked her ass with his mouth and she was reacting by uncontrollably bucking and coming in waves.

He spoke... "Your little white ass taste so fucking good" "You like this don't you?" her reply was to begin to squeal "I Love what you do to me" "Your fuckin nasty black tongue is incredible" "You like eating my ass baby?" Keon moaned "Ung huh" "I Love this little white ass". After her next wave of orgasms, she was exhausted from his oral lovemaking.

She was overcome with a desire to lay between his legs and devour his cock and balls. She wanted to taste ALL of him again, she made her way off the table and onto the floor under him. Now that he had her in his world she was beginning to truly yearn to serve her black lover. She wanted to give pleasure to him, make him want her love, make him know her love for his cock. She craved the feel of his cock on her face, in her hands, in her mouth. She was his to use, born for his pleasure, a true black cock loving married white whore.

For the next 20 minutes he taught her how to love his black cock. She learned his inner most desires, he taught her to respond to his masculine voice, like a slave to her master. He had her beg for his cock, he would hold it inches from her mouth and make her beg, she was allowed to caress his inner thighs while being kept from touching what she had grown to desire, the taste and feel of his black manhood. Every nerve in her body was tingling, her body trembled with lust and nasty uninhibited desires. In this short time she had become his little whit sex slave and she knew he would control her sex from now on. And she hadn't even had his huge dick inside her yet.

After lavishing his cock and balls with a bath of saliva, love and hot moaning lust she was swallowing his come again. Nothing had ever made her feel this way inside, she was surely changed forever.

He made her dress for home. She wanted to stay but knew that obeying her master was the only way. They kissed goodbye, and she was off for the house.

She slept most of the rest of the afternoon, until Dave arrived home. He had been thinking about her training session all day, his cock had been so hard for so long, it ached. She greeted him with a deep kiss and hug. He could smell the sex all over her, it was intoxicating to him. He made her tell him what had happened, had she enjoyed the anniversary present? She explained in detail the feelings she experienced while with Keon that morning, and Dave could tell that she was in love with Keons cock from her description of the day.

That night she wouldn't let Dave have her pussy as she had been ordered by Keon to anticipate her first penetration by his cock. The next day was to bring many more first...

Mr. Jansen's black cock was my first black cock

Although Jackie was masturbating almost daily using the washing machine, she found herself just getting more and more horny. Sometimes, as she ground her clit against the chugging machine, she would remember her gang-rape, and those were the times that she always came the hardest.

When school started up again, her hormones took an especially hard hit because she was finishing up her last year of high school. Really, according to her age, she should have already graduated, but she'd been held back a year when her father had first moved to the area. Now she was stuck going to school every day, for most of the day, with an itching in her pussy that was hard to ignore. By the time she got home, her father was often there, and she still hadn't managed to figure out how to get off by herself... she resorted to humping her pillow every night, hoping to stimulate her eager pussy enough to get herself off. Sometimes it worked.

During school hours, she started to have disturbing fantasies that would keep her wet all day. Fantasies about her teachers, fantasies about the boys in her class... gym class was always hard because the football team was practicing in the next field over. Looking at all those sweating, hulking boys she was forcibly reminded of her gang-bang. Every day, by the time she got home, she had to change her underwear because it was soaked through.

Her grades started to suffer because of her distraction during classes, she just couldn't stop thinking about sex. Finally, angry, her dad made her go request a tutor. Now she was even more sexually frustrated because she never made it home before her father, because she always had to study after school with her tutor... a nerdy guy named Ned who was having a hard time believing that he was lucky enough to spend so much time with a gorgeous bombshell like Jackie.

Then, one day, Jackie got a stroke of good fortune that rarely happens. As she was walking out of the school, done with her tutoring session for the day and her pussy clamoring for attention, she heard a moan coming from a slightly ajar door. Surprised, she looked over to see the office door of her history teacher, a gorgeous black man that all the girls had a crush on... Mr. Jansen. Another moan, low and masculine, came from the office and her pussy throbbed in response.

Stepping forward, slowly and warily, she peeked through the slight opening.

What she saw both shocked and aroused her. Mr. Jansen was playing with himself, a long black dick hanging out of his pants while his hand moved up and down it. Jackie was absolutely entranced, it was the first black dick that she'd ever seen certainly not her last... damn there was truly a big difference in a white one and this big fucking black cock but exotic in its dark color. Suddenly she wondered what it would look like going inside of her pink, wet pussy, black hands squeezing her tingling breasts and nipples... Her mouth was dry with lust and before she realized what she was doing, she had pushed open the door and walked straight into the office, heading for her sexy teacher.

Mr. Jansen was taken completely by surprise, fumbling as the vivid fantasy in his head of a young faceless schoolgirl materialized into the reality of a young gorgeous schoolgirl who had caught him masturbating. However, he didn't have time to come completely back to his senses before Jackie practically threw herself to her knees in front of him and slid her lips over the head of his 12inch black dick, vibrating with excitement.

"Oh God..." he moaned, his hands trying to both push her away and pull her sweet mouth further down on him at the same time, "Stop Jackie, I'm your teacher, I can't..."

Jackie barely heard him, the fire in her pussy had ignited with the first taste of male meat between her lips. She pushed her lips further and further down his 12 inch black cock, frantically trying to swallow him,but that would come later after much practice there were other holes that it could be filling at least one of her holes. Although his dick had softened fractionally when he'd realized he'd been caught, with her eager mouth suckling at him he quickly hardened back to his full length.

Almost crazed by pent up sexual frustration, Jackie pulled her mouth from him and climbed onto his lap, almost ripping off her panties herself as she tried to kiss him.

"STOP!" Mr. Jansen pushed at her frantically, only to realize that his hands were pushing against her soft full breasts, "Oh God..."

"Please," Jackie begged, barely realizing that she was talking. She could feel the head of his thick dick nudging against her soaking pussy lips, "Oh please fuck me..." Just then his dick found her hole, and she gasped as she was split open for the first time in life by something so big in something so small and tight, the intense painful pleasure of being stretched making her back arch forward and her breasts thrust out.

Whatever control Mr. Jansen had been clinging to was lost as half his dick was engulfed in her tight hot pink pussy, trembling around him wet and elastic. Jackie cried out with excitement as he stood, his dick sliding all the way into her as he lay her on his desk, her legs splayed around his dark hips.

Buttons popped as Mr. Jansen ripped open her shirt and bra, white creamy breasts spilling out which he cupped with his dark hands, thumbing the erect nipples. Looking down at her body with hazy lust-filled eyes, Jackie was incredibly turned on by their difference in skin color. His ebony hands holding her breasts, darkness thrusting between her thighs, disappearing into her body.

With a moan she thrust her breasts up, and practically screamed with pleasure as his lips closed around one nipple. Electric waves of sexual pleasure were spilling all over her, pent-up frustration making her tighten around his thrusting cock with trembling pleasure. This little white bitch was coming, but nothing like she had experience before this was coming deep and with no end in sight.

The little white girl writhed underneath him, seeming the fulfillment of all his fantasies. Mr. Jansen fucked her hard and long, giving in to his basest instincts and ignoring the warning bells in his head. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he bent the flexible girl in two as he ravished her pussy, shoving deep into its tight sheath while she humped back frantically.

Jackie pinched her own nipples viciously as she started to cum again and again every sensation just adding to the incredible orgasms that had taken over every part of her. Mr. Jansen just kept thrusting and thrusting, bruising her poor pussy, smashing her sensitive clit as she reached one orgasm after another my god is this what fucking black cock is like then consider her a slut for black cock. Finally, as she felt like she might pass out from the pleasure, he thrust hard one last time, bruising her hips as they were banged against the desk, and she could feel him pulsing inside her. Darkness shoving white froth into her body, his face exhilarated and his hands gripping her pale breasts.

Shuddering, she let her legs drop as he fell on top of her, pale hands running up and down the dark skin of his back. Slowly his dick began to shrink inside of her, and for the first time Jackie was feeling sexually satisfied.

Then Mr. Jansen pulled away and fell back into his seat, stunned as the possible repercussions of what he had just done hit him. Looking to the right, he saw that Jackie had left the office door open... but surely if anyone had heard they would have come in and stopped it.

Lucky... so very lucky. And undeserved.

He moaned with half-hearted protest as Jackie knelt in front of him again, "Let me clean you off Mr. Jansen..."

Her eager pink tongue licked around his black thighs and balls, her mouth gliding over his half hard dick. Every drop of their sexual activities was licked up, filling her mouth with the taste of sex. Although Jackie was trying to get him up again, her efforts were unsuccessful. In fact, just as he was starting to feel the whispers of lust again, he finally broke through his shock and successfully pushed her away.

"Get dressed," he said, "fix your clothes..." and he looked guiltily at the buttons which had flown all over the floor when he'd pulled open her shirt, "I'll... I'll drive you home. So that you aren't late."

Confused at his reaction, but willing to do what he said - after all, he'd been the first man to satisfy her like this - Jackie obeyed.

That night she went to bed satisfied... happy. But by the time she woke up again, her pussy was itching. Jackie wanted more.

Mr. Jansen's office

Her first day back at school, she ended up in Mr. Jansen's office again, smiling at the gorgeous black teacher. Although he'd taken a few days off, and had been rather relieved that she'd been sick, he couldn't help but become aroused as soon as Jackie walked in his door. The image of her riding his black cock swimming in his mind as she shut the office door, despite the fact that they were almost assuredly alone at the empty building.

He didn't say any word, letting her make the first move. Jackie looked him over for a minute, and then quickly stripped, watching the bulge grow in his pants as each item of clothing was removed. Walking over seductively, she spread her legs over his lap and leaned forward to kiss him. Mr. Jansen's dark hands rubbed over her creamy skin, one planted on the small of her back and the other engulfing her breast.

Jackie was delighted to find that he didn't seem to want to fight her at all.

In fact, within a few minutes, she was on her knees in front of him, trying to fit all of his big black snake down her throat. Mr. Jansen watched her pretty pink lips as they slid up and down his length, her pale hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Every time she went down she managed to swallow more of him. Most of his guilt about fucking a student was gone... obviously Jackie was just a slut who needed it. And she was legal... he wasn't changing grades for her... why not just enjoy it?

Jackie worked and worked at it, but she couldn't manage to fit all of him in her mouth. Most of him, but not all of him. Gasping for air, she finally gave up... she was horny and she wanted him somewhere else.

Standing up, she leaned over his desk and spread her thighs, looking over her shoulder as she panted, "Come on Mr. Jansen, fuck me... oh god fuck me please!"

Immediately he lined up behind her, pushing his dick into her tight pussy. Both of them moaned as his long dark cock began to disappear into her pinkness, his hand looking deepest black against her creamy ass cheek. Jackie moaned as she pushed back against him, trying to shove more of him into her faster, wanting to feel him stabbing deep into her body. Mr. Janson reached around to grab her hanging breasts, squeezing them roughly as he pulled her against him, shoving his dick all the way into her ready pussy.

Jackie whimpered and humped as he began to fuck her, it hurt but it felt soooo good too. She probably hadn't been quite ready to have sex again, but she really didn't care. Looking down the front of her body, she could see her pale breasts spilling out from between his dark fingers, his black balls slapping forward every time his cock disappeared into her. It was incredibly erotic, the way his skin contrasted with hers, and in her mind she could see his dick against the pink wetness of her pussy.

Mr. Jansen didn't have to imagine it, in fact, as she started to writhe in front of him, her orgasm building, he stood straight up and held onto her hips, thrusting into her like a bull. His black dick looked fantastic, slick and slimy as it slid in and out between her pink lips. Between her creamy ass cheeks her asshole was blinking, pink and still a little swollen. Staring at it, above his thrusting dick, he realized that Jackie was no anal virgin.

The little slut... he pressed a black thumb into her ass, his hand splayed against her pale cheek, and Jackie groaned with delight. His thrusts increased, really pounding her against desk, and her breasts flopped and jiggled beneath her. As Jackie began to cry out her climax, Mr. Jansen pulled his thumb from her ass, and then swiftly pulled out of her spasming pussy and jammed himself into her tight ass.

It didn't go all the way in, and Jackie screamed with ecstacy as the pleasure and the pain mingled, taking over her senses. Writhing in front of him, her arms collapsed on the desk, her breasts pressed against the wood as Mr. Jansen shoved the rest of his black dick up her tight ass, stretching her anal cavity more than it ever had been. Her ass clenched down on him as she came, and he pumped in and out of her ass several times, really hard bruising thrusts as he ravaged the slut.

Jackie moaned and clutched at the desk, her first orgasm subsiding as he stretched out her back hole. As he continued to sodomize her, riding her ass, another orgasm, even more earth-shattering than the first, began to grow inside her. Finally her gorgeous black teacher was taking what he wanted from her body, he was using her... and she was loving every minute of it, wanting to feel more of him inside her ass. Gripping him with her muscles, she tried to hold him inside of her, pleasuring him with the interior of her tight hole.

Gripping her shoulders, he slammed into her with one last thrust, burying himself entirely in her ass, as deep as he could get. Jackie screamed in pain as the last of her orgasm took her away in ecstatic passion, completely lost in her own climax as her ass was filled with cum.

Mr. Jansen collapsed on top of her, his dick slowly shrinking inside her filled ass. He was completely aware that the girl beneath him was a student, barely legal, and also a complete and total slut. She'd cum hard when he'd filled her ass with his spunk, enjoyed every moment of fucking her teacher and being sodomized by him. Part of him wished that he could harden again, swell to his full length and spend a good amount of time fucking her tight ass, punishing her for what she was doing to him...

But the best he got, as he held himself inside her body, was half-hard. With a sigh, he decided to let her go. Slut like that, she'd probably be back. Before leaving the room Mr. Jansen's told her to take those panties off and not dawn his office again with panties. That each day she would report to his office sometimes she might be required to stay after school and some days come early to school but they would not meet again in the middle of the school day. Jackie smiled and said so that means you want me back here in your office at the end of the day, she smiled with a wicked look and stuck her finger up her ass and catch some of the hot black cock cum running out of her well fuck young white ass

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Jackie's pussy and ass were sore now, but she was happy too. Satisfied till later when she would be letting Mr. Jansen use her as the true cum slut she was born to be... For now she was content with the fact she could feel Mr. Jansen's cum dripping from her back door... It had been fantastic.

Looking at her watch she realized that she was late to meet Gloria. When she'd been faking sick her father hadn't let her out to visit her best friend, and so Gloria still hadn't heard about all the wonderful black cock sex adventures that she'd been having! And she knew that Gloria was very eager to hear EVERYTHING. What a surprise her friend was going to have when she found out that Jackie had just had another escapade with black cock before coming to visit her!

Chastity first lesson but not her last

Feeling incredibly naughty Chastity hurried to the gardens, to Jeremy.

He smiled when he saw her coming, breasts bouncing, skin pale in the sun, long legs stretching out of a much shorter skirt than usual. It wasn't that her parents were bad to him, or anyone else who worked there, but you could tell that they thought they were better than everyone else. He enjoyed the fact that their daughter found him so fascinating, plus she was just a hot little piece of ass.

"Good afternoon Jeremy," Chastity said, slowing down and breathing heavily as she stepped up to him. Tossing her blonde hair back she made sure to stick out her chest at him, enjoying the way his white teeth gleamed against his very dark skin as he smiled. Today he was shirtless and sweaty, his muscles gleaming darkly against the greenery. Chastity knew she was aroused, and she desperately wanted to do something about it.

"Good afternoon Chastity," his deep voice seemed to caress her insides in an intimate way, "Out for a walk?"

"Actually, I was out looking for a teacher," she said, rubbing her hands against her skirt, feeling nervous.

"A teacher?" he asked sounding amused, "Didn't your parents get you all those fancy teachers to teach you everything?"

"Yes," said Chastity, and taking a deep breath and gathering her nerve, she began to run her hands up from her skirt, up the smooth skin of her stomach and then trailing her fingers across the fabric of her bathing suit, rubbing her nipples to hardness through the thin material.

Jeremy watched with avid interest in his eyes, his breathing getting a little heavier as her nipples hardened under her fingers.

Pinching the erect nubs a little Chastity asked him, "Do you know of anyone who could teach me?"

He let out a roiling laugh, reaching out with his hands to grasp her waist and pull her to him. Chastity's breath caught at the strong force in his hands, the roughness of his callused hands against the smooth skin of her stomach, and the way his sweaty skin pressed against hers as he lowered his mouth for a kiss. Uncertainly she responded, parting her lips for his tongue.

Jeremy pulled back, looking startled, "You really don't anything."

Chastity blushed, and tried to pull away, but he pulled her back into him and kissed her again. She decided that her embarrassment could be ignored, as long as he kept kissing her like that, deep and passionate. It made her cling to him, pale skin pressing against black, his hands moving over her back and stomach and into her hair, squeezing her white flesh.

She felt shaky and almost afraid as he slid one hand into her bathing suit, feeling faint with erotic sensuality as his fingers caressed her nipple. Shuddering she moaned against his mouth, and then moaned again as he released her lips and moved to suck on her nipple. Clutching his dark head to her breast, she pushed the pink nipple into his mouth, wanting to cry out with fervor as he bit down gently, but sucking in her breath to avoid making too much noise.

Jeremy picked her up and they moved to a little clearing behind some bushes for some privacy, out of the sun and into the shade. Chastity sighed with happiness as he kissed along her neck and shoulders, caressing her breasts with both hands now as she lay on the cool grass... her own hands explored his muscles, enjoying the way her fingers looked, small and pale against his dark bulk. She looked down to watch as his face buried itself in her pale flesh as he pulled the bathing suit from her breasts.

Dark fingers pressed into her pale mounds as her nipple disappeared between his lips, and she shuddered with pleasure.

Pulling off of her, Jeremy stood up as he pulled her to her knees, "I'm going to show you how to pleasure me, and then I'll pleasure you."

Chastity nodded, eager to learn... she gasped as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Although she'd seen pictures of men's genitalia, his long dark cock was much more vivid, much more erotic than the soft, flaccid things she'd seen in books. Reaching out with her hand, she was almost surprised to find it hot against her palm, and he moaned and thrust his hips forward as she slid her hand along the length of it. Surprised, Chastity looked up and realized that she was already pleasuring him without meaning to.

"Keep doing that," he used his hands to help her move her fingers along his dark length, squeezing his hand over hers so she knew how much pressure to use, "Good Chastity... that feels good..." he moaned again and Chastity felt a flush of pleasure that she was causing that sensual sound.

Running his hands through her hair Jeremy pulled her head to him, "Now open your mouth."

Obediently Chastity parted her lips and he began to push his cock into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue against the underside, intrigued by the salty taste. Moaning more loudly now, Jeremy began to work himself in and out of her mouth, watching avidly as his black snake disappeared between her pink lips... little white girl eagerly sucking at his cock. Even though she wasn't very experienced he was turned on by the situation, her obvious arousal, and the fact that he was going to be teaching her EVERYTHING.

Reaching down he grasped her pale white breasts in his dark hand, enjoying the erotic look of the stark difference in skin color, rubbing her nipples and using them to pull back and forth a little. She place her hand at the base of his cock, her other on his thigh, as she tried to keep her balance, throat and tongue working eagerly without knowing what she was doing.

"Try to swallow it," he gritted his teeth, pressing forward, "Try not to gag, try to swallow it."

Chastity could feel herself gagging a little, but she was determined... tears sparked in her eyes as she forced more and more of the black cock into her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat... his hands on her breasts felt so good and she wanted to please him so that he would take care of the tingling need between her thighs. She could feel sticky wetness leaking from her, and she wanted to rub her crotch against something.

Her hips humped at air as he thrust in and out of her face, astounded by how much of his cock she was swallowing. Chastity was an incredibly determined horny little girl. One hand on her breast, twisting a pale pink nipple, the other wrapped in her blonde hair, Jeremy groaned as he shoved himself into her throat and held there. She struggled a little, shocked as something began running down her throat, but he held her in place and she automatically swallowed his cum until he pulled away.

Chastity gasped for air, tasting something slightly bitterly sweet on her tongue.

Then Jeremy suddenly had her on her back on the grass again, and was pushing her skirt up to her waist, revealing her panty-less slit to him.

"Naughty..." he breathed as he took in the pale pink folds, gleaming with slick wetness. Running a finger up the center he made her hips lift as it touched her clit, and Chastity gasped with this new sensation. The tingling feeling became even more intense as his finger slid around her folds, spreading the wetness around, and she moved against him with abandon, closing her eyes. Jeremy pushed one finger into her body, making her shudder and gasp with shock, the first time anything had ever been inside her. He began moving his finger back and forth, imitating the sex act, smiling to think of how his black cock would look, pushing into this pale pink pussy.

Leaning forward, he began licking at her clit, and Chastity cried out, hands reaching down to rest on his head and she tried to pull him deeper into her pussy as her hips moved up and down. It was bliss like she'd never known before, a needy hunger that was getting closer and closer to being satisfied... his finger moved erotically inside of her and she arched her back and ground down on his face and finger, feeling an ache come to a head inside of her.

Gasping, she tried to stifle her cries as she writhed on his finger, his tongue lashing at her clit as she came, legs pressing against either side of his head as he licked her through her orgasm. Chastity's hips moved and humped, frenzied and then slowing as the ecstasy dwindled to a state of gratified bliss.

"Oh Jeremy," she breathed, finally opening her eyes again and looking up at the leaf cover, shuddering with aftershock, "That was amazing."

Kissing her lower lips, making her gasp and wriggle some more, Jeremy slid his finger from her body and moved up beside her to kiss her mouth. Chastity could taste the sweetness on his lips and tongue, and she opened eagerly for it, shuddering as he toyed with her nipple.

Sighing Jeremy told her, "I have to get back to work. But come back next time you get a chance and I'll teach you something else."

Nodding eagerly, Chastity kissed him and then pulled her clothes back in order and rushed to the house, wanting to make sure no one caught her. She also didn't want to get Jeremy in trouble for not finishing his work, even though part of her wanted to demand that he teach her something else immediately. But now she had something to look forward to.

Joanna learns not to hate BBC

My name is Jamal Henrique. I am a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. I lead a pretty normal life. I attend the Bridgewater Institute of Technology, a private school located in the town of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. I am a member of the Bridgewater Tech varsity football team. I volunteer at the local hospital and also mentor those who need it. I feel like I am blessed in life and I just want to give back a little, you know. I am a man who counts his blessings. I am the son of very proud and accomplished parents. They made all the difference.

My mother, Helen James Henrique is the President and Founder of the New England Adventist Academy, a private, religiously-themed school located right outside the city of Brockton. My father, Luther Henrique is a Sergeant with the Boston Police Department. My brother Lucas is a Corrections Officer in Plymouth County. We do alright for ourselves. Like everyone else, we had our ups and downs but we always considered ourselves blessed. However, as all black people in America know, racism is alive and well, in covert form. How else could you explain what recently happened to me?

I guess I've been so busy with my own life, I haven't paid too much attention with what's going on in the world. When Bridgewater Tech offered me a full student-athlete scholarship, my world changed. I mean, I was a senior at the New England Adventist Academy when that happened. The New England Adventist Academy is a fine school. Most of the students are either African-American, Cape Verdean or Haiti like myself. The school has eight hundred students and combines rigorous academia with religious education. Recently, they added varsity sports. For young men they offered Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Football, Wrestling, Volleyball and Lacrosse. For young women they offered Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Field Hockey, Volleyball and Lacrosse. We competed in the Massachusetts Interscholastic Athletic Association. I was the quarterback of the New England Adventist Academy's first-ever varsity football team. I led them to victories against local athletic powerhouses such as Brockton High School, Cardinal Spellman High School and Boston College. I found myself on the cover of Sports Illustrated once. Not bad for a collegiate young black man, hey?

Before I even graduated from high school, the big colleges and universities out there came looking for me. Georgia Tech. Boston College. Ohio State University. Pennsylvania State. Notre Dame University. I wanted to attend a Division One school with a kick-ass football team. So, I looked long and hard for a good school where I would have the potential to shine. To be honest, the Bridgewater Institute of Technology wasn't even on my radar. Located in the city of Bridgewater, Bridgewater Tech was a fast-growing school which was founded in 1987 by a conglomerate of New England organizations and businesses. Twenty one years later, it was one of the biggest schools in Massachusetts, yet its name didn't carry any special meaning in most people's minds.

The Bridgewater Institute of Technology had a focus on engineering and computing. It also boasted of a thirty-nine-thousand-person student body. Most of the students came from the city of Bridgewater and surrounding towns from all over Massachusetts. I was interested in getting a degree in civil engineering, and next to MIT and Harvard, Bridgewater Tech was considered one of New England's best engineering schools. What really impressed me was the diversity of its campus. Over thirty eight percent of the student body was African-American. Forty percent of the student body was Caucasian and twenty percent were of Latino or Hispanic origin. Demographically speaking, the school was fifty three percent male and forty seven percent female. The school had two campuses, one in Bridgewater and the other in Charlestown. I visited the Bridgewater campus, which I chose because it was closer to home. I was amazed. The place was awesome!

I mean, the entire campus was state of the art. From the classrooms to the cafeterias and the dormitories. I fell in love with the Bridgewater campus when I went with my family for a visit. I was particularly impressed with the Bridgewater Tech Department of Athletics. They had every damn sport you could think of, and then some! Men's varsity sports were Baseball, Basketball, Football, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Volleyball, Lacrosse, Golf, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Alpine Skiing, Archery, Wrestling, Rugby, Rowing, Water Polo, Sailing, Pistol, Gymnastics, Rifle, Fencing and Bowling. Women's varsity sports include Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Volleyball, Sailing, Lacrosse, Golf, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Alpine Skiing, Archery, Wrestling, Rugby, Rowing, Water Polo, Gymnastics, Rifle, Equestrian, Fencing and Bowling.

To say that I was impressed would have been an understatement. The Bridgewater Institute of Technology had it all, and then some. Yeah, I knew I was going to like it there. I moved into the dormitories, and met my roommate. His name was Shane Harolds, and he was a young African-American from the town of Plymouth, Massachusetts. He used to play football for Plymouth North High School and won himself an athletic scholarship to Bridgewater Tech. I would have liked to say that we became friends but I'd be lying. We were more than friends, we were brothers. Shane and I had so much in common it was scary. We were both Adventists and both of us came from strong families. Shane was raised by his father Alexander Harolds, a fireman from Plymouth. His mother Alicia died in the early days of the Iraq War. She was a decorated U.S. Army soldier. I felt sad when he told me but Shane assured me that she was in a better place. He told me that part of the reason why he pushed himself so much both on and off the gridiron was to keep his mother's memory alive.

The first day of football practice, Shane and I dazzled the new coach and the rest of our teammates. Both of us were really quick runners and catchers. I've played all positions throughout my career. When most people look at me, they don't see me as quarterback material. I stand six feet seven inches tall and weigh two hundred and thirty pounds. I look more like a basketball star than a football player. Shane was around six-foot-three, and a great deal heavier than me. He weighed in at two hundred and sixty pounds. We made a good team. I was the starting quarterback and he was my blocker. On the gridiron, he became my own personal bodyguard and my shield. I loved the man.

My first year at Bridgewater Tech went well. We took the NCAA Division One by storm. In the 2008-2009 season, we took down Boston College and Georgia Tech, demolished Pennsylvania State along with Florida State. We crushed Texas Tech and Kansas State. We sent Oregon State home in tears. Unfortunately, Ohio State took us down in a hard-fought, 29 to 27 game. That's okay, though. We had a good season. We had 30 victories and only 3 losses. Most college football teams can't make that same claim. With football season over, I could focus on other things. I was getting good grades and doing alright at all areas of my life. Well, except for one. I was dreadfully and painfully single and after being celibate throughout high school, I was getting antsy.

Until I hooked up with Joanna Spellman, of the Bridgewater Tech Campus Police. How to describe Joanna? A six-foot-one, thick-bodied and busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, thirty-something white woman with long blonde hair and pale green eyes. She was fine as hell. I kind of like big women. I've always had a thing for them. We first met when some heckler followed Shane to his dorm after a football game. Officer Spellman intervened and arrested the perpetrator, Miss Lee, a skinny Asian chick who had a history of disorderly conduct at football games. She was banned from campus. Officer Spellman gave Shane and I her card, and told us not to hesitate to call if we were ever bothered by someone. She winked at me and left. That night as I lay in my bed, I jerked off and thought of her.

The next time I ran into her was in the deserted cafeteria, late at night. I was cramming for an exam in my civil engineering class. Joanna was eating a sandwich at a table by herself and asked me to join her. I hesitated, then figured, what could it hurt? I sat down and we talked. This gal was really interesting. She was a native of Brockton like myself. She went to Massasoit Community College before earning a Bachelors degree in Criminal Justice from Bridgewater Tech. Then, she went to the Massachusetts State Police Academy. And now here she was. The whole time we talked, she was checking me out. Also, she laughed at all my jokes and kept touching me. I don't know how we went from talking to each other in the cafeteria to doing it in my dorm, but I swear that's how it happened.

I found myself lying on my bed while Officer Joanna Spellman went down on me. Before that day, I'd never done more than kissing a woman. My parents are very strict and didn't want me to be one of those young black guys who get females pregnant before they can financially support themselves, let alone a family. So, although I did date a few young women, I never went further than kissing or heavy petting with them. And now, I was getting my dick sucked by a blonde-haired plump policewoman. Joanna sucked on my cock and balls. She commented that she'd never seen a dick as big as mine, and that she liked uncut dicks. The last time I measured my dick, it was around nine inches long. I'm uncircumcised. When I was born, my mother and father didn't let the doctors mutilate me. They wanted me to be a natural guy. A fact I appreciated, as Joanna playfully pulled on my foreskin while sucking my balls. Man, this woman knew how to suck dick. When I finally came, she drank all of my cum.

Afterwards, I grabbed a condom from Shane's drawer and put it on. Joanna naughtily told me she loved getting fucked from behind. She got on all fours and showed me her plump white ass. Hot damn, this plump white chick had one of the biggest butts I'd ever seen. I got behind her and at last slid my cock into her pussy. Joanna barked at me to fuck her hard. I did just that. I put my hands on those wide hips of hers and began pounding my cock into her pussy. I tapped that ass, as they say in the hood. Later, we changed positions. I lay on the bed and she began riding me. I slammed my dick into her pussy, and she screamed my name. We fucked and sucked the night away. When I woke up, she was gone but left me a thank you note. I felt great. I was no longer a virgin!

And that's how it began. A few times a week, Joanna and I would meet in my dorm at night and hook up. This woman was insatiable. She would do anything! One time, I fucked her in the ass. I just bent her over and spread her ass cheeks. Joanna shook her ass and told me to fuck it. I pressed my cock against her booty hole and pushed it inside. With a swift thrust, my dick went into her asshole. Joanna winced a little, and told me to fuck her hard. I didn't need to be told twice. Fucking a big beautiful woman in the ass was my dream. Joanna went wild. She was screaming at me and howling as I fucked her. Emboldened, I grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and yanked her head back while shoving my cock into her asshole. Her asshole felt wonderfully warm and tight around my dick. I fucked her hard and fast, just as she requested. We went at it until I came, blasting my load all over her ass. Our screams of pleasure filled the night.

Yeah, I was having a good time. Joanna was a lot of fun. She liked sex as much as I did. She didn't give me any drama. All she wanted was casual sex and she was a lot of fun to hook up with. No strings attached sex. Isn't that what every man wants? With Joanna, I had lots of sex. I mean, some nights she would suck my cock so much, I felt drained when she was done. She loved the taste of my cum. Hell, she loved the taste of me in general. One night, she surprised me by asking to lick my ass. I've never heard of such a thing. However, I was curious so I gave it a try. Hot damn, that woman can sure lick male ass. She sucked on my ass like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. I was having a good time, until she shoved her fingers up my ass. Now, that last part was a bit of a surprise.

Joanna told me to relax while she showed me a trick. She fingered my ass while sucking my dick, and amazingly my dick got harder. Isn't that something? I didn't know it could be like that. Over the next few weeks, Joanna and I had sex tons of times. Sometimes, we'd hook up with she patrolled the campus. I'd be walking near the Athletic Complex and she'd blow her whistle and ask me to stop. I'd smile and she'd come over to kiss and fondle me. Then, we'd duck into a corner, find some privacy and do it. She never wore any panties, to ensure easy access to shaved pink pussy. Somehow, my cock would find its way up her ass. Joanna loved getting fucked in the ass. And I loved fucking her. Her ass was warm and tight, much more fun to fuck than her pussy.

This woman had some strange tastes. Sometimes, in her apartment, she'd play the part of the white farmer's daughter who gets ravished by a runaway slave. I was a bit surprised by her fetish, but I gave it a try. I would chase her around the apartment and tackle her. We would wrestle on the floor, fiercely, until I subdued her. I would tie her up. Then, I would fuck her in the ass. Joanna loved getting fucked in the ass while tied up. And I absolutely loved making her surrender to me. Something about a big white woman, face down and ass up, completely under my power turned me. Joanna sucked my black cock and licked my big hanging shaved balls.

My Submissive Journey

I knew he was coming; he should be at my room any minute. I couldn't wait; it seemed like it had been so long since I had seen him last. Even though we talked and e-mailed constantly, it wasn't enough. I heard him walk up to my room and he opened the door. I got up off the bed, so happy to see him; but I also knew I had to wait for him to tell me I could go to him. I was at the same time so scared and so excited I was shaking, I was already wet. I wasn't sure I could stand, I felt so weak. He didn't look at me, he didn't greet me; he just came in and walked around; inspecting to make sure everything met with his approval. I stood behind him, not knowing what else to do, waiting for him to acknowledge me. Finally he did. He circled around behind me, so close I could feel his hard-on, but still not touching me. I could feel his breath on my neck as started to talk.

"There are three rules," he said in a low voice, soft and almost a growl, so sexy I could feel myself getting wetter. "First, you will only speak to me on your knees, and you will address me as Sir any time you talk to me." I nodded. I could feel him behind me; I could feel him moving around to my other side. "Second, you will not fight me, you will let me control your body and you will not resist me, you will do anything and everything I tell you to. Do you understand?" I nodded again, my eyes closed as I tried to conquer the desire that was threatening to overcome me. There was a long pause; I tried to lean back into him, but he kept himself just beyond physical contact. I wanted to ask him what the third rule was, but I knew he would tell me in his own time. After what seemed like forever, he said, "third rule. You will not cum unless you ask, and I give you permission. If you are going to cum and I tell you no, you will beg me to stop. Do you understand the rules?" I nodded again.

With that he stepped back and sat down on the bed. I shivered with the ache from the loss of contact, slight as it was. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor. "Down." I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him. I reached for his hips and instantly he said, "don't touch me." I felt like I was going to die, I wanted to feel his body beneath my hands so badly. So when he pushed his shorts down and let me take his cock into my mouth it was wonderful. But he didn't let me enjoy it for long before he pulled me back up and bent me across his knees.

How the hell did I get to this position? I asked for it. Well, sort of. Ok, so I'm not really sure how the whole thing started; I mean, I know the events that occurred, but damn it was not what I was looking for, and definitely not what I expected. Master Brenin really wasn't my type at all. I couldn't even begin to tell you if he was good-looking or not, because he was black. And I was raised in a very white, very prejudiced, household. He had invited me to his room one night. Sure, I knew exactly what he had in mind, but I thought it was harmless enough and I figured I would spend some time, politely turn him down, and leave. Besides, I had talked him into giving me a shoulder rub, so I thought I would benefit. Well, I did benefit, but not the way I expected. When I got to his room and he started massaging my shoulders, his hands felt wonderful; and not just because the massage was relieving my tension. And when he slipped his hands under my shirt and pushed my bra strap down, I knew it was probably a good time to reestablish platonic boundaries; but I didn't. And when I felt his breath, his lips on the back of my neck, I knew I should stop him; but I couldn't. And when he pulled my shirt off and took off my bra I knew there was no going back; but he even stopped, looked at me, and asked me if I was sure, if I was ok with it. And I should have said no, I should have thought about my husband, I should have thought about the fact that I was going to have to look at him across the room the next day in the morning meeting, but I just didn't care about anything except the fact that he was making me feel good. And he made me feel good for the next three hours, and then the next night, which turned into the next week. When it came time for him to leave, I tried to tell myself it was because I was going to miss the great sex. But he wouldn't let me off that easily; he talked to me every day, in the chat room at work, e-mailing me constantly, never leaving me alone until I finally had to admit to him and to myself: I was in love. I had tried to fight it, I had to fight myself, my mind, my upbringing. I had fucked a black man for the first time in my life and I had loved it; but not only that, I fell in love with the first black man I had ever allowed to fuck me.

Held flat across his lap, I could feel how hard he was as he pushed my shirt up and gave me the first slap on my ass. I knew it was coming, I had known for weeks he was going to punish me the first time he saw me again. You see, I had stopped calling him for a few days. I had a damn good reason for it, but I had not gotten permission. And I had voluntarily accepted him as my Master. Even the fear of anticipating the pain was better than the awful silence he had put me through when he had been so angry he refused to talk to me, to write me, to contact me in any way. I felt him lift his hand for the second slap and my whole body tensed, even though I tried to stop it. Then he pushed my panties off so he could spank my bare ass. He didn't spank me fast, or overly hard. He alternated between caressing my ass, my legs, my back and the slaps. Sometimes I would feel him lift his hand from caressing me and I would flinch in anticipation of the next smack that didn't come; because he would merely lift his hand, pause, then gently caress me again. And I started realizing that not only was the pain not so bad, I was actually getting turned on. I had been very worried about how I would be able to accept being spanked, even though it was my decision and my desire, because of the men who had beaten me in the past. The very fact that I was even considering it, let alone being turned on by it with my history was disturbing to me. But I was getting turned on. So much that I started rubbing against him, arching my back and raising up to meet the slaps as they came. So much that I could feel my juices dripping out of my hot pussy. I have no idea how long or how many times he spanked me before he pushed me off of his lap. I fell to my knees in front of him as he looked down at the wet spot I had left on his shorts.

"Lick it," he told me, showing me his shorts. I hesitated, I hate the taste of my own juices as much as I love the taste of a man's cum. "Lick it!" This was not a request. I bent my head and licked his shorts clean.

He picked up my panties, feeling them. Then he pressed them into my hand. "Do you feel how wet they are?" I nodded. "Open your mouth." I looked at him, and involuntarily my teeth clenched, knowing what was coming. "Open. Your. Mouth." He was getting angry at my hesitation, at my resistance to his demands. I opened my mouth, and he stuffed my soaked panties into my mouth as a gag. He pushed me back onto the bed and spanked me again. "I want to use my belt," he said. I nodded, even though I knew he was not asking my permission, he was simply letting me know. My body, just getting used to the sting of his hand, tensed again at the though of the belt. The first slap surprised me even more; I actually liked it better than his hand. He continued to spank me, making me hotter and wetter.

Then he pulled me over, with my legs over the side. Reminding me that I was not to cum without his permission, he told me if I felt I was going to cum I would raise one of my hands. And then he bent over me and I closed my eyes as I realized he was about to put his mouth on my aching pussy. Almost as soon as I felt the first touch of his tongue on my clit I thought I would cum. Even though he's a lot rougher than I like when he goes down on me, he's still so incredibly good at it just thinking about it is nearly enough to make me cum. He started to lick the wetness that had formed from the spanking and I had to stop him, I raised my arm. He lifted his head and looked at me, almost smiling, and waited until I had relaxed a little before he put his head back between my legs and started again. Again and again he brought me to nearly cumming, licking me, shoving first one, then two, then more fingers inside me. Slow and then fast, and soft and then hard, licking me and fucking me with his hand. Again and again I had to stop him, raising my hands to let him know that I was on the verge of cumming. I would raise my hand and he would stop, leaving his fingers inside me but raising his head to look at me. "You're cumming, aren't you?" he would ask; and I would shake my head vigorously to convince him that I was not. Did he know if he had so much as twitched his fingers still inside me that I would not have been able to stop myself? Probably. He knows my body better than I do. The heat, the ache, the need to cum was building almost to physical painfulness; but it was the sweetest pain I could ever remember feeling. I loved every second of it; I wanted it to end for the release I so desperately needed, but at the same time I wanted it to go on forever.

Of course, it wouldn't. Roughly he pulled me off the bed, at the same time turning me over and pushing me forward, so my feet were on the floor as my body was bent over the bed exposing my ass. I knew he was going to spank me again. And he did. He used his belt, I could feel even the difference between the sting of the smooth shiny vinyl surface and the scratch of the hard edges with every strike. I could feel my ass getting redder. He was very thorough and made sure that he spread the blows across my entire ass, ensuring a balance: first the left side, then the right side, higher, lower. He was careful to confine the blows only to my ass; careful not to go too high on my back or too low down my legs. While it stung, it wasn't unbearable. Each strike pushed me forward on the bed as I grabbed handfuls of blankets and clenched my teeth in an attempt to not make a sound. I'm naturally a vocal person, but discretion dictated that I be quiet; after all, what we were doing was not exactly appropriate on so many levels. I could feel my ass cheeks starting to burn as he continued. I couldn't see his face, I didn't know what he was thinking or feeling. I only hope he was as turned on as I was. I'm nearly sure he was, he seems to get turned on simply by being on the same planet with me. Not that I'm complaining about that, never in a million years!

Again he stopped, and told me not to move as I started to push myself up on my arms. I lay there waiting for what was to come next. I heard the sound of my refrigerator door being opened, saw the tell-tale glow of the interior light. What in the hell is he doing? I thought. Maybe he's thirsty. But then I felt something cold against my stinging ass, what took me seemingly forever to figure out was a soda can that he was rolling over the areas he had just abused with his belt. It took me forever, because the sensation of cold can rolling across my burning ass was incredible. Involuntarily I squirmed, trying to press back against the can. He rolled the can across both my cheeks, and then down, just for a second, across my pussy and my clit, then back up to my cheeks. After a few minutes of way too incredibly short of a time, he stopped and I heard him pick up the belt again. And he repeated the process until he was satisfied.

"Get on the bed," he said.

I climbed onto the bed as he pushed me onto my back again. "I'm going to fuck you," he said. I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside my dripping cunt, filling me up, reaching all the way inside me. I should have known it was way too early in the night for there not to be a catch.

"Do not cum," were the words he said as he roughly thrust himself inside me. Oh christ, how was I supposed to do that? But he was not going to trust me to not cum quite completely on my own. He fucked me; hard, fast, not how I like it, but still it felt so good. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to pull him closer to me. But after what seems like only seconds he pulled out of me again. I couldn't help the moan of frustration, pleading with my eyes for him not to leave, trying to hold on to him and pull him back to me. But at the same time I knew better than to resist him too much, just enough for him to see and enjoy my frustration.

He shoved his fingers inside me again. Hard this time, not intending pleasure, yet knowing it was going to give me pleasure. One, two, three, four fingers; he was fisting me roughly. I could feel his hand meeting the resistance from my pelvic bones, knowing that I was going to be sore and bruised in the morning. As he worked his hand inside me, he would wiggle his fingers, just a little bit. And as he did so I tried to think of something else besides what was happening to my body, because if I didn't I was going to cum. It wasn't working though, not really. It had been so long since I had seen him, been with him, felt him all over my body. And added to that now were the new and previously undiscovered pleasures that the spanking brought me. I wanted to tell him, just let me cum once and I won't have to stop you for a while. Just let me cum once and get a release, then I'll be good, I'll resist, I promise.

Finally I couldn't take it any more. "Please," I breathed, somewhere between a whine and a prayer.

"Please, what?" he asked.

"Please let me cum, Master. Oh please, oh please let me cum."

He leaned back a little, not stopping his assault on my pussy. "Why do you want to cum?" he asked.

"I n-n-ne-need to cum. Oh please, " I whimpered.

"Do you deserve to cum?" he responded harshly.

I shook my head, slowly, with a sinking feeling warring with my growing desire. "No," I said quietly. He simply looked at me, watching my face carefully as he was still fisting me hard. I couldn't help myself, I started begging, pleading, half the time nearly incoherently. "Oh, please Master, please let me cum. Oh please, I need to cum. Oh please, oh please, oh please."

"No," was all he said; coldly, detached, almost impersonal. "You may not cum."

I made some kind of noise somewhere between a cat yowling and a baby crying, but quietly as I could; mindful of both the neighbors and unwilling to incur his wrath for protesting. I felt my body arching up to meet his hand. I took a deep breath, trying to will myself into cooperation with my orders. Trying to relax, to convince myself that I wasn't really just a hair away from cumming.

"You are cumming, aren't you?" he accused. I shook my head vehemently. "You are," he said as he slowed his movements with his hands. I shook my head, even as his hand pressed upward and felt for the telltale contractions. "Oh my god, you're cumming," he said. I shook my head even harder, this time willing every fiber of my being to stop. "No, Sir, I'm not cumming."

He yanked his hand out of my cunt and pressed it against my lips. "Lick them clean," he ordered. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the hated taste, then opened my mouth and sucked his fingers clean of my pussy juices. He backed away from me again, watching my face as he leaned over me. My whole body was quivering, not knowing what was going to come next. I wasn't prepared for what did. With his fingers, he slapped my already overly sensitive clit. I winced as my eyes opened wide in shock. I tried to twist away as I felt him flick my clit again. The pain was incredibly intense for such a relatively harmless tap. There was nothing good about it, no pleasure associated with it. But I felt my need to cum dim in its wake. He kept on, slapping and flicking my clit. I knew he wasn't really doing it that hard, but it hurt so badly. And there was nothing I could do about it. Even though I twisted beneath him, I knew he wasn't going to miss. And I knew that he wasn't going to let me go anywhere; I might as well have been bound to the bed. Despite myself, I heard my whimpers.

"You like that, don't you?" he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I squeezed my eyes shut, and took a deep breath, trying to control myself. No, I shook my head frantically. He flicked me again.

"No, it hurts," I said. I don't know if I said anything else or not. I know in my head all I could think was NO, stop; but of course it didn't stop him, and I knew I couldn't say it. He continued until he was satisfied. When he finally told me to turn over, I was unbelievably relieved. But at least I was no longer teetering on the brink of cumming.

Of course, later he did let me cum . . . and cum . . . and cum again. But that first night was nothing compared to the night that followed. Master Brenin loves challenges; I had once told him that he was not the best fuck I'd ever had, and that my best made me cum 13 times. Naturally, Master took that as a challenge he was going to win. And the next night, he did. After three straight hours of fucking in every way I thought I could ever imagine (and some that I had never even thought of), and 17 orgasms later, I was begging him to stop. I had never been fucked like that before, never again would I think Master was anything less than the best.

Now you may be asking how I went from falling in love to being a slave. Or servant. Or submissive. Or whatever you want to call it. Well, first perhaps I should start with how the relationship developed. It was entirely a forbidden relationship. He was barely with me for a week, or I guess I should say I was with him. I kept telling myself that I wasn't going back, yet every night for that week or so in July, up until the day he left, I kept going back. I would sit across the room and watch him in the morning meetings, look at his long legs stretched out underneath the table, watch him lean back in his chair to stretch and see the outline of his chest and stomach underneath the loose fabric of his uniform and remember the previous night running my hands over him. Catching him looking at me, or discovering he'd caught me looking at him, and exchanging crazy smiles across the room. And finding reasons throughout the day to have to go out on the main floor where he worked so that I could see him, or feel him watching me. Looking for reasons why I had to talk to him. Finding it harder and harder to concentrate as each day passed, but convincing myself it was just the sexual attraction pulling me to him. I even argued with him a day or two before he left, when he tried to tell me I was falling in love with him. It was absolutely crazy; it made no sense to me whatsoever. But the day he came to tell me he was leaving, I felt like the bottom had fallen out of my world; I had to fight myself not to cry. And even after he left, the weeks stretched by marked by e-mails, daily conversations where we learned more and more about each other. Chat room conversations when he told me how much he loved me, missed me, and wanted to be with me forever. And I looked back on my life, at all the times I had so badly wanted to believe men who told me they loved me, and realized he was different. His attention never strayed. Even through my temper tantrums, my mood swings, my manic-depressive rollercoaster of emotions, he was always there for me. And I could not help myself but to be there for him, listening to his pain at the marriage he was struggling to keep from falling apart, trying to give him objective advice about his wife even though I wanted him to leave her so much; but not being able to ask for that because I wasn't willing to leave my own husband and children even once I realized I never wanted to live without him. The weeks of August were hot as hell. I was grateful to be working night shift, to be able to avoid the 130+ degree days, but being on opposite shifts meant we only had a few hours to chat. And those few hours a day it seems like that's all we did. Most of the conversations were about sex; both of us being deprived of that which was as much a necessity for us as eating and drinking and sleeping. And I know at least for me, it drove me to distraction regularly, wanting to fuck him so badly; knowing he was so close but might as well have been a million miles away. Each afternoon I would go into work wondering if he was going to call me that night; and still losing my breath every time I saw his number appear on my phone. The first thing I did was to check my e-mails for letters from him; there were always five, ten, sometimes more. He sent me letters just to tell me he was thinking about me, he sent me songs to describe his feelings for me, he wrote me to tell me how his day was going. And he honestly seemed to care about what I was doing, and thinking, and feeling. I felt so many emotions surface that I never imagined I would feel, some I had felt many years before but thought had died and would never surface again; emotions that I still do not have the words capable of fully describing my happiness. The feeling of being loved so deeply was something I had never experienced before.

I'm not really sure how we managed to fall in love. We are polar opposites in personality, astrologically born on opposing sides of the zodiacal wheel. He is an incredibly rational man. If something does not touch and immediately impact his world, he has very few thoughts or feelings about it. He is hard, not uncaring but not compassionate either. His basic philosophy is that he does everything he can to make himself happy, and if anyone else can't do the same, he sure as hell is not about to feel sorry for them. Don't get me wrong, he's not cruel or evil. He worries about me in a way no one else has ever done. He worries about my welfare. He's more concerned about my health than I am. He's constantly reminding me to be careful when I'm out alone at night. I on the other hand am nurturing, concerned about the world, the environment, and the people around me. I will sit and listen to a subordinate tell me about his problems and then suggest different ways to confront his issues, and offer advice when I am able. I believe there is good and magic in the world around us, and I actually notice the beauty of the surrounding world. Sure, a lot of people would probably classify me as a little over the deep end; in his own words a "fucking weirdo." And I'm constantly talking about things he does not understand.

But at the same time, there are so many things we have in common. It seems like daily we find something new that we share. We like so many of the same foods, we have similar philosophies on the world around us. We often think the same things at the same time. We have discussions where, once we've finally been able to decipher what the other was trying to say, we discover that we've been fighting an argument of agreement the entire time. It has definitely been a learning experience.

So after August came September. Surprisingly enough, even in this gods-forsaken place of the world, the calendar has not changed. But he was getting ready to go home for his leave, and he would be gone for three weeks. On the way out, he managed to get up to see me for four of the most incredible days of my life. We spent ever second that I was not working together. Finally, one night I spent the entire night with him, getting to know how enjoyable it was to spend the entire night sleeping beside him. Not that I was really able to sleep all that well. It doesn't seem to matter how tired we both are, we still seem to turn each other on fire when we're close to each other. But we didn't just spend four days in bed, either. We ate together. We wandered around together. We talked to other people, we talked to each other. It was so incredibly wonderful just to have a partial semblance of normality, and being able to be with him was fantastic. But still, even at this point we were still simply two people deeply in love, enjoying each others' presence and bodies. And at the end of the four days, right before he was leaving to go home, I admitted to him the one thing I had been denying since our first night together. He was the best I'd ever had. Yes, he was the first black man I'd ever fucked. He was the first black man I'd ever fallen in love with. And he was by far the best man I'd ever been to bed with; he fucked me better than I have ever been fucked in my life. But it was so much more than just the incredible sex; he treated me better than any other man I'd ever known.

So I fell in love with him. Then he started to introduce me to new ideas, things I'd never done before; things I'd only read about in stories or things other men had tried to get me to do that I had no interest in. It started with suggestions about anal sex, which I was intensely opposed to. Several men had tried to fuck me in the ass before but it hurt so badly, and wasn't really something I wanted anyway. So I refused it. But I had read a lot of erotic stories where it was described as being very pleasurable. It just seemed so, I don't know, dirty or something; but when he brought up the idea, I was willing to try it. Then he started sending me stories about BDSM sex, relationships, and ideas; and had me tell him my feelings about it. I realized the ideas were turning me on. I had always preferred to be submissive in bed, but in my daily life I was actually strong, independent, with a dominant personality. I had tried the whole "good little Southern wife serving her husband's every desire" for my first marriage; after seven years I couldn't take it and left. Yet something about Master Brenin made me want to serve him, to submit to him, to be his slave. After considerable reflection, I came to the conclusion that the difference between the two was that the first was forced upon me; this time it was something I voluntarily chose. More and more he helped me to learn that not only was this natural for me, it was going to be something I would want for the rest of my life.

While I was home on leave, I missed him terribly. All I could think about was how much I wanted to be with him. I called him nearly every night (which was incredibly expensive!), and every afternoon I would try to be online at the same time I knew he would be on so we could chat. Because of the eight hour time difference, I would get up in the middle of the night just to call him and hear his voice. Often I could not fall asleep from wanting to talk to him so badly, so I would stay up until it was a reasonable hour to call him.

My Master gave me the task of not cumming from my own husbands cock. For some reason, even though it sounds impossible, it was easier than you might think. I didnt want my husbands cock, I didnt want to cum from him. My husband could no longer satisfy me. When I was allowed to cum, I felt like I was cheating on my Master; sometimes even when I had permission I couldn't cum, and when I did cum it was only because I was imagining him fucking me instead of my husband. While my husband used me, all I could think about was my Master's touch, how wonderful he is, how nothing, no one, no cock can ever compare to his again. I was in love with him. Being a very honest person, the one and only time I did cum from my husbands cock without getting permission, My Master was furious and told me I would be punished. It only happened because I was careless enough to be fantasizing that Master Brenin was fucking me. I felt like the world had ended. His anger and disappointment in me was unbearable.

Also while I was home, my Master had asked me to pick up some books for him. While I was looking for them, I started researching information on my own to learn more about this lifestyle that I wanted so much, but knew I needed to learn so much more about. I even got a book that was a collection of short stories from the points of view of Masters and slaves, which I would hand-type into e-mails for my Master so we could discuss the things that turned me on or off, that I didn't understand, or that I just thought he would enjoy. The more I learned, the deeper I became captivated.

At first, Master Brenin started the process by getting me comfortable talking about my wants and desires, my pleasure sexually. Talking about my thoughts and feelings is something that has always been difficult for me, and talking about sexual fantasies was excruciating. I started slowly, and found it easier as time went on, the more I practiced talking to him; and the single-most thing that helped me was the fact that he never made fun of me, never found anything I wanted to do disgusting, and always supported and encouraged sharing my ideas. The first time I shared an experience where I had masturbated while thinking of him was hard, but he enjoyed it so much and was so happy that I was able to share it with him that it became a normal practice for us. I had been in transit coming back from leave, waiting around for my flight and reading erotic stories and imagining the two of us in place of the characters, getting hornier with each one, even though I didn't find they appealed to me as something I would really want. And then I read a story entitled Not Until Dawn. I love to be teased, and it was a story about a man teasing a woman for an entire night, not allowing her to cum until dawn. After I read it, I decided it was time to try and take a nap, but I couldn't sleep.

All I could think about was how much I wanted him, to feel his kiss and his touch, how much I needed his cock deep inside me. I could feel my clit aching and my pussy dripping. I looked around the room; there was only one other girl there, on the opposite side of the building, asleep. I knew I would never be able to sleep if I didn't cum, but it seemed like such a public place, anyone could come in. Could I manage to rub it without giving myself away? I was covered up, after all. On my stomach, I reached down between my legs, but feeling myself through my pants was just not going to be enough. I slipped my hand into my pants, feeling how swollen my clit was and how wet I was. I closed my eyes and imagined him behind me, sliding his cock into my cunt, penetrating me deeply as only he can. As I fingered my clit, rubbing it with my pussy juices, I imagined his arms around me, his hand rubbing me as he fucked me deep and hard. I imagined what it would feel like having him in my ass, I imagined him wetting his thumb with my juices and slowly pushing it into my ass. I could almost hear his voice in my ear, telling me how good my pussy is like he does, enjoying how wet I was, and plunging his cock all the way into me until he couldn't go in any further. I could feel how close to cumming I was, almost there, trying not to breathe too heavily or move too much; then I realized I really didn't care if anyone knew what I was doing, I needed it too much. In my head I was calling his name, telling him I was going to cum, telling him how good his cock felt inside me. I heard him tell me to cum all over his cock, tell me to cum as he came inside me. I could almost feel the hot rush of his cum inside me, the way his cock gets so hard right before he cums, feel him inside me as I came all over my hand. I lay there for a few minutes, shaking, thinking "Thank you, Master for what you have given me."

The next step was to complete tasks designed by Master to educate me and progress my training. My first exceptionally challenging task was designed to prepare me to be taken anally.

I really didn't want to complete the task I'd been given. In fact, I had even told Master that I didn't think I'd be able to do it. After all, I was still trying to get used to the unpleasant idea of having anything in my ass, and I was still sore from the day prior when I had to stick two of my fingers in, all the way up to the knuckles. And when I got the message - that I had to find a toy for my ass while fingering my pussy; then a toy for both my ass and my pussy -- I felt the panic begin. I didn't even know how to respond. And of course, when I told Master I didn't think his servant slut was mentally strong enough to complete his task, he enjoyed it so much he gave me 24 hours instead of a week.

So suddenly I found myself searching through my room, looking for something to use as a "toy." Not being a toy kind of person, I didn't own any specific to the purpose at hand. And of course, without much further guidelines other than it didn't have to be big, just had to go deep in my ass, I chose the smallest items I felt I could use and still please my Master. I finally remembered I had brand new paintbrushes I had bought that I hadn't used yet. About 5 inches long, about as big around as my finger, that would work for my ass. Then for my pussy. I decided against the shampoo bottle I had used the week prior; it was just too big to deal with at the same time I was going to have to be putting something in my ass. I settled on a smaller bottle; not too small though.

I made up my bed, set up my camera, got everything ready, still torn between not wanting to do what I was about to do and pleasing my Master. The first thing I did was try two fingers in my cunt, and I was shocked to find I was already wet. Yes, I really was getting turned on by completing tasks for my Master. Then I started the camera and took a few shots just to get the proper angle and distancing. Unable to put it off any longer, I grabbed the brush, started the camera again, put two of my fingers back in my pussy. As the camera started taking pictures, I started sliding the brush into my ass, anticipating the painfulness I knew I was going to experience. 10 continuous shots on the camera doesn't take long, and I had to stop to check the camera position again. Not quite right, had to adjust my position, then I started again. This time once I got the brush in maybe half an inch or so, I felt it start to slide in easier. This wasn't as painful as I expected it to be; the smoothness of the polished wooden handle was helping. The camera stopped just about the time I got the brush all the way in. I reached back to check the angle again; shit still not quite right, had to make some more adjustments and start over again.

This time the brush slid in smoothly, and I could feel the brush sliding past the two fingers I had in my pussy, feeling the surprising amount of wetness that was starting. And suddenly when the brush was in as far as I could get it I felt my cunt was shudder with pleasure and my juices start to flow even more. I shoved a third finger inside me as the camera finished its 10 shot set. When I reached back to reset the camera, the brush slipped just a little further inside me. Even as my mind was saying, no I'm not supposed to be enjoying this, my body was enjoying it anyway. Even after reading stories that peaked my interest in anal, I never dreamed it would feel that good. I reset the camera and started pulling the brush out to get the pictures Master had asked for and suddenly I knew I was on the verge of cumming. I couldn't, I wouldn't, I hadn't asked nor been given permission to cum. I stopped, afraid to move anything, my breathing fast and heavy, trying desperately to think of anything but the sensations coursing through my body, trying to fight the desire to just give in and face the consequences later. Finally I concentrated on the only thing I could think of to control my rebellious body; I thought of having to tell Master that I had disobeyed him. Finally I was able to slow my breathing enough to continue with the pics. I managed to finish the set of pictures without cumming, but just barely. My juices were running down the fingers inside my cunt, dripping down my hand; I was so wet that the ring I was wearing on my little finger -- our ring, the symbol of the eternal love between my Master and I -- nearly slipped off my finger.

Next set. I had to take pics of the bottle in my pussy and the brush in my ass. Not again, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself from cumming this time. But I had no choice really, I had to please my Master, so therefore I would. I started the camera again and repeated the process. Trying to go slowly to prevent getting too close to the edge. Stopping and concentrating on not being aroused in between sets of the flash. Slowly pushing the bottle into my aching, dripping cunt. Slowly sliding the brush into my not-so-innocent-any-more ass. Shaking with the frustration of continuing without the sweet release I was craving.

I know that Master came up with this task to exercise control over me. I know that Master gave me this task because he knows I am turned on by his tasks, even when he wants me to do something I don't want to do. But I now know that there was another reason Master came up with this particular task. Master wants to bring me pleasure; and Master knew that eventually I would find pleasure in anal. And now, the next time I see my Master I will have something new to beg for. I will beg for him to fuck my ass, I will beg him to allow me to cum with his beautiful black cock deep inside my ass, just like I have begged him to let me cum from his hand or his cock inside my cunt, or his mouth on my clit. And I know that I will enjoy it, even as my ass still stings from today's assignment. My Master knows what his servant slut wants and needs, and always thinks of how to make me happy. And for that, for the way he knows me and loves me, for how amazingly wonderful he treats me, for all that I love him so very much. The next time Master Brenin came to see me was the first time I had ever allowed a man to take my ass. Even with the preparation and my own anticipation I was still worried. But I knew I could trust him completely. When he told me he knew what he was doing, I knew instinctively that he was not bragging, he was simply stating a fact.

He came to pick me up from work and we drove out to a secluded place. This time we had to rely on the truck as our "love nest," but I didn't mind. That just meant I didn't have to be quiet. He started out having me ride him, it felt absolutely delicious to have his cock inside me again. I got closer and closer, until I had to ask permission to cum. At first, he didn't say anything, just watched me for a minute. And then.

"No," was all he said. I couldn't help myself.

"No," I cried, immediately knowing that I was wrong, immediately afraid that was going to cost me for the rest of the night. The look that crossed his face was priceless, even though I stopped moving, even stopped breathing in an attempt to stop the orgasm threatening to overcome me.

"What did you just say?" he asked, as a look somewhere between disbelief, anger, and amusement crossed his face.

"I'm sorry, Master!" I gasped as I hung my head, waiting for the punishment. But it didn't come.

"Continue," he said after a moment. This time he did let me cum.

Then he turned me over and told me to get on my hands and knees. After I complied, he spanked me a little. Just enough to get me wet, to make my asscheeks tingle delightfully. I felt him caress my ass, then dip his fingers into my pussy juices to moisten my asshole. I took a deep breath, too incredibly aroused to be very afraid. Then I felt the head of his cock penetrate me, and I felt like I was being split open.

"No, please . . ." I said, involuntarily moving forward in an attempt to get away from the pain.

"Relax," he ordered. "Push back."

"I can't," I whimpered. "It hurts, it hurts so bad."

"I know it hurts," he answered gently but firmly. "You can take it, it will be ok." He pushed a little harder while holding onto my hips to keep me in place. "Stop fighting me, damn it!"
"Please, I can't. Please no, it hurts too much. Oh god please, just wait . . . just stop for a minute," I pleaded with him. If I could just have him stop long enough to allow myself to adjust to the pain before he went any farther.

"I can't wait much longer," he said, sounding as if his teeth were clenched. But he did pause, he did give me a minute to collect myself.

And once he said that, I knew how good it must have felt to him. It gave me chills, it turned me on; the words, the tone of his voice, the feelings of his own desire washing over me. And suddenly, as he pushed a little farther in, I felt a new sensation take over. A new pleasure, that overcame the pain. I stopped fighting him, there was no longer anything left to fight. Although I could still feel the stinging as my virgin asshole was stretched out, it no longer hurt as I gave in to the enjoyment. And then he brought his arms around me, fingering my clit, and I knew I would be begging him to allow me to cum again in no time. My Master had once again shown me new pleasures; taken me to new heights of sexual gratification that I had never known existed.

He had to leave me again, physically at least. But we continued, our conversations, my training, my education. Falling more deeply in love with each other as we learned more about each other; becoming more entrenched in our new lifestyle as we explored it together. Next came the series of phone sex conversations; designed with the multiple purposes of giving me pleasure, helping Master to discover what turns me on the best, and begin my orgasm control.

So tonight. As I expected it was terribly frustrating trying to get service in this damn country. And I know you sent me the text messages, but I didn't get them until after I had been able to call you again. There was one point, when I was sitting in the truck after I had moved to try and get better reception, but then couldn't get service, when I seriously was considering just cumming and taking the punishment for it. I don't really know what stopped me, I think it was that you would tell me you were disappointed in me again. That's worse than you being upset with me when I've done something wrong. So by the time I got out to the truck from the phone center, I was already wet, frustrated, and close enough to cumming. I was trying so hard to control myself and not have to ask to stop. But you kept describing the scenes and making me listen, and all I could do was visualize the scene in my mind, almost to the point of being nearly able to feel the cock in my mouth and my ass, and the teeth on my tits, and the paddle spanking me. I tried concentrating on what I was looking at to keep from cumming, but that didn't work for very long when you were forcing me to listen to you. It's bad enough just hearing the sound of your voice, but I can tune out the words and the scenes you're describing to help me. And my pussy just kept getting wetter and wetter, until I could feel my juices running down to my ass, my whole hand was covered again, even the inside of my uniform pants are wet. I was trying not to ask to cum for as long as I could, but I couldn't help myself. I was shaking, everything focused on the need to cum and the knowledge that I couldn't. I was sure a couple of times when you wouldn't let me stop that I was going to cum anyway, that I wouldn't be able to stop it. And when you did finally let me cum, I love the way your voice sounds when you tell me to cum, it was awesome. It was like I started cumming, but then it kept going and I started cumming harder, I could feel my pussy squeezing around my fingers. And when you stopped, when you ended the story, I was getting close to cumming again. After I got off the phone with you all I could do was sit there for a few minutes trying to regain myself. I was satisfied and frustrated at the same time, because I was so close to cumming when you stopped. But yes, it was wonderful, you gave me a lot of nice surprises tonight, and I thank you for all of them my Master.

Then finally came our next time when we could actually be together, after all the talking and learning and preparing. It was to be my first real experience to see how much enjoyment I got out of receiving physical punishment; no pleasure intended or involved, yet still received.

The first night was really difficult because of the pain. I think the worst parts for me were the clothespins on my nipples and clit. Both are extremely sensitive, and it was excruciatingly painful. Even when Master Brenin began slapping my tits it wasn't as bad as the pins. And even after he took them off I could still feel the pain; my nipples were still sore from that days later. Also, even though I know it wasn't meant to be, it was painful when Master went hard and fast, whether it's fucking me or fisting me, but particularly when he was fisting me. Even when it feels good; I know that sounds strange, it sounds strange to me to say something can hurt and feel good at the same time. By the fourth night I was still hurting from the previous nights; my pussy was swollen and felt raw; so it was hard for me to stay aroused. Four wonderful nights that passed in a blur of pleasure.

I know I came a lot from Master Brenin being in my ass that first night; with no double penetration, nothing more than anal, I came three times in a row. It was incredibly painful, he was fucking me so deep and hard in the ass it tore a little bit. Even just his thumb in my ass on the following nights was painful. Not like deep inside, but at the entrance, like the salt from your skin was irritating.

I was absolutely horrified the first night when I started crying and couldn't stop. Especially when Master Brenin made me kneel on the floor until I could get control of myself. I never cry like that, and I felt like he was so disappointed in me. The pain started it, but I was so disappointed in myself that I was not able take more; I felt like I should have had a higher pain threshold. And the harder I tried not to cry, the worse it became. I deal with pain every day, between a permanent back injury, a pinched nerve in my shoulder, and migraine headaches; hell, I broke my ankle and walked across the fucking drop zone, and then had my ankle reset without any pain meds without crying like I did from something so simple as a few spankings and some clothespins.

The second night was absolutely incredible; yes, I was very wet. I don't think I've ever been that wet before; although Master seems to do that to me more and more. I only wish I had been that wet every night for him. He had me riding him, after telling me that there would be no orgasm restrictions; that I could cum whenever I needed to. I was incredibly close, but not quite ready to cum. And then he said, "Cum all over your Master's cock."

I loved it when he told me to cum on his cock. It was awesome; I don't know if I will always be able to do that, but there's something in his voice when he tells me to cum that goes straight through me. Of course, there's just something about his voice altogether; as I was giving him a blow job, I also loved it when he told me how good it felt and that I was making him cum in my mouth. Between his voice and the taste and feel of him in my mouth, I could have cum from that alone if I had permission.

I was incredibly surprised but also very grateful and touched that Master Brenin was so sensitive to how much pain that first night put me in. I was really expecting to have the first night repeated the whole time he was here. I had been warned ahead of time that this visit was for pain and punishment, not for pleasure. The first night was definitely, incredibly, and wonderfully that. But I'm not sure how well I would have been able to handle that for four days in a row. Master Brenin continually amazes me at how well he knows me, how well he can tell what I can or can't take. I know I have to get used to the pain, and it helped me so much that he put me in incredible pain the first night, and then backed off after that to give me a chance to adjust to it.

From that point forward, I never looked back, I never questioned that I wanted to submit to Master Brenin. No, it wasn't easy, I fought my obedience training, and it seemed like every other day I was doing something uncharacteristic and unacceptable of a submissive. I argued with my Master, I whined and complained about tasks he gave me, and sometimes I was just plain insubordinate. I have learned this is a natural process for a new submissive, and one that I am still working very hard to overcome. But every day I make a little more progress as I learn my Master better, and as I learn myself and understand my true desires more thoroughly. I am now being considered for collaring, and nothing could make me happier. I find as every day goes by, all I'm living for is to serve my Master and see happiness on his face that I have been able to instill.

Dedicated to all my sisters in submission, and to all my sisters who wish they were strong enough to submit. ~Cara Caeth

If i could have just one wish, i would wish to wake up everyday to the sound of Your breath on my neck, the warmth of Your lips on my body, the touch of Your hand as you spank my ass, and the feel of Your heart beating with mine as i kneel at your feet . . . Knowing that i could never find that feeling with anyone other than You. (Modified from the Love Poems of Courtney Kuchta)

There can be a true grandeur in any degree of submissiveness, because it springs from loyalty to the laws.