Chapter 2

Today though, I wanted her surrender. I wanted this elegant white woman to give herself completely to me, to allow me to use her as I wanted. I had already pulled off my boots. I unfastened the straps of my overalls and let them fall. Her eyes widened as they fixed on the latex cock jutting from my hips. She had felt it against her ass, but now that it was freed she could appreciate it. Black, thick and eight inches long, it shone in the light.

Her eyes traveled up and down my body. My heavy breasts hung free and her eyes lingered for a moment on my dark chocolate nipples before roving over my muscular body, as glowingly ebony as the strapon rising from between my legs. I flexed like a body builder and my hips pushed forward. Licking her lips, she watched the cock bob. She couldn’t tear her eyes off it until I spoke.

“Take your clothes off.” I said in a low voice. As she moved to comply, I added, “Slowly.”

She smiled. She didn’t do a strip-tease, she didn’t do a bump and grind. But the slow dance of her fingers on the buttons of her blouse, was as erotic as any stripper could have been. She shrugged her blouse off and placed it carefully on the chair Her eyes locked with mine for a moment as she touched her bra. A quick twist of her fingers and her lace bra fell open. My mouth grew dry. A front clasp bra. I began to think she had been planning this day.

The bra followed the blouse to the chair and she turned her attention to her skirt. Since I had already unfastened the top button, it took only a moment more before she was stepping out of it, being careful not to drag it on the floor. She turned and placed the skirt on the pile.

My eyes raked her body. Oh yes, she had prepared for this, unless she normally wore thigh high stockings, a garter belt and French cut panties to her office. I rather doubted that. I also noted the panties had been donned after the garter belt, as its straps ran under the white satin.

As she straightened I whispered “Don’t turn around.” She stood still. “Take off only your panties.” Her thumbs hooked the hem and she drew them down her legs, bending all the way over as she did so. Her body spoke of hours at the gym. I drank in the suppleness of her legs, the tightness of her ass, the wink of her dark hole peeking from between her cheeks.

I walked up behind her, but didn’t touch her, although I had to fight back the urge to take her right then and there. She remained bent over for a long minute as she stepped out of her panties. Then she straightened up. As she did, she released the hair gathered on the back of her head and long brown curls fell over her shoulders.

“Stretch out. Arms over your head. Point those dainty pink toe nails.” I walked to the side of the bed as she followed my orders. Kneeling on the side of the bed, I leaned forward, the head of my latex cock grazing the side of her breast. Then I swung my leg over her and straddled her tummy. I bent over and kissed her, my hands running up her arms. Then I found the loops of nylon I keep tied to the bedposts and slipped them around her wrists. I waited until she nodded before I pulled them snug. She moaned and tugged against them. “Tighter,” she whispered. I was happy to oblige.

I squirmed gently on top of her, kneeling over her. I was seated on her tummy, my ass pressing back against the top of her mound. I took her breasts in my hands, rubbing my palms against the nipples. Then I leaned forward, sliding the latex cock between them and pressing the white orbs against it.

“Head up,” I said. My muscular hips were moving back and forth, the cock head coming up to her lips as she brought her head forward. Her pink tongue slipped her mouth and flicked against the very tip of my strapon. The slight vibrations traveled the length of the latex shaft back to me and I could feel the place in the base that touched my clit tap against me.

I flexed my knees and rose slightly, leaning forward. My thumbs rolled and flicked at her pink nipples as my other fingers tightened to hold them firmly over the cock. I watched the head disappear between her lips and I began to rock. The dark shaft slide back and forth between her pale breasts and I pushed more and more of its length into her mouth. The angle was awkward for her I knew. Several times the head reached the back of her mouth. Since it couldn’t go down her throat, I felt her gag a bit. When she did, I forced it harder. I braced my hands on the headboard and leaned forward. My ass covered her breasts now and could feel the stiff nipples touching me. With a better angle right over her like that I began to fuck her mouth. Not that I wanted to choke her or hurt her, but she needed to know I was in charge and would do what I wanted.

And what I wanted now was to fuck her. I leaned forward, my hands bracing myself on either side of her and slid my body down over her. The black cock parted her breasts, the head left a trail of her saliva down her belly and over her mound. Then I was between her legs.

Kneeling there, I slid my hands under her and firmly gripped that taut ass. I lifted her up, the muscles on my arms flexing. Her feet and shoulders touched the bed. She looked down just as I leaned forward, the bobbing head of my strapon rubbing first against her neatly trimmed brown curls and then against the pouting lips of her pussy. I raised her a bit more and then pulled her down onto the cock, pushing half its length up inside her.

The nylon fastening her to the headboard stretched, as did her pussy over my woman cock. I pulled again, her body arching as the restraints tried to pull her one way and the strength of my arms the other. It was a tie. She hung there for an instant, almost completely suspended in the air. Then I gave a powerful thrust and buried the cock inside her and fell forward, covering her body with mine. I reached up to her wrists with my hands. I stretched my legs over her. I pinned her torso under mine, my heavy breasts smothering her smaller ones.

I looked at the mirror, strategically placed where I could see the entire bed. It was a wonderful sight. My ebony body covered her ivory one as though it was a firm, black blanket. I raised my hips. I could see the blackness of the shaft slid out from her. Then it disappeared as I rocked forward, filling her pussy again with my extension. I possessed her mouth with mine, my tongue driving in there as I drove inside her pussy.

Now she was mine. I raised myself on my arms and began to pump in and out of her. Each time I lowered myself I bucked with my hips. She asked for no mercy, nor did I offer her any. Harder and harder I drove against her, penetrated inside her, made her mine. I ground myself in circles when I bottomed against her, feeling the base of the latex shaft crush back against me.

Faster and faster I took her. I grunted with the effort of each thrust. She wrapped her slender white legs around me, hugging me to her and urging me on to greater efforts. I responded, hammering my white lover, taking her as though I was a Goddess from Africa claiming her latest supplicant slave.

The elegance had fled from her. Just as did mine, her body glistened with the sweat of our love-making. Now she was as primal as I was, a woman giving herself to another woman. I took her, I fucked her, I made her mine. Squishing, slapping wet noises rose from our bodies as I drove the full length of my dildo into her again and again and again.

I felt the tide rising in my body. Dimly, I was aware that she spasmed under me, her heels drumming on me in the fury of her orgasm. One, two, three last lunges of my hips and I crested with her. Even then, I went on and on, determined to bring both of us to a second crescendo. I finally collapsed against her, my arms giving out at the same time that our bodies reached satiation.

I lay in the bed, on my side with my head propped up on one hand, watching her dress. My hand strayed between my legs, touching the still soaking wet dildo. I ran my fingers along its length. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the movement and looked. When she did, I wrapped my hand around the shaft and pumped it as though I was jerking it off.

She took one step towards the bed, then backed away, shaking her head in frustration. “I can’t. I really have to get back to work.”

“Its okay,” I smiled. “Just reminding you of what’s waiting for you the next time you visit. Remember it. Think about today and what you’re going to do next time. Perhaps you’ll be on your knees before it, taking the entire length down your throat. Perhaps you’ll be here in bed face down with your ass raised and I will be taking you from behind. Perhaps you’ll be on top, your hands cupping your breasts. So many possibilities.”

She smiled and slipped her feet back into her heels. Now she was the same elegant woman who had walked in the door just two hours ago. Her make-up was even perfect again. She kissed me and smiled.

“Until next time then.”

(Thanks as always to Marian for her corrections, suggestions and support.)