My African Queen
The knock came softly at the lower level outside door precisely at the correct time. Jim was assembling trappings for his bar when the door opened, and Marika walked in. Still dressed in her work uniform, she smiled her trademark huge smile and leaned over to kiss Jim, warmly. Doffing her windbreaker, she took a stool at the bar and Jim immediately served her a shot of Maker's Mark, handing it to her and telling her, "For courage, bae." She knowingly accepted it and sipped it down.
Marika was a very attractive 45-year-old African woman with a commanding physique born from her penchant for boxing and running. She was five foot, eight inches tall (over six feet in her spiked heels), with muscular arms and thighs, sumptuous breasts, and a firm and rounded ass. Her braided hair framed her beautiful face, stunning brown eyes and dazzling white smile. Her fingernails were well-manicured, and her vanilla essence wafted softly in the subdued lighting of Jim's man cave.
They talked about the day, her two kids --- just typical adult conversation about daily events. Marika worked in a busy medical practice, on her feet, virtually all day long, usually wearing a mask with the only outward sense of her sensuality being her scrubs that clung tightly to her soft curves. Jim could readily discern that Marika had followed his simple directions provided to her in the morning upon her awakening. He could see her erect nipples pressing at her tight shirt fabric and he noted the ever so slight line of moisture that had formed in her softly defined 'toe' as she took her seat....as directed, she had worn no undergarments.
Marika was Jim's submissive. Discreetly tattooed and adorned with a locking day collar, Marika readily accepted Jim's direction and acquiesced, without protest, to his wishes and desires at any time or place, and regardless of public view or scrutiny. While it was her very nature to want to please, she privately praised herself for giving herself over in slavery to her master. It was second nature for her and for which she was suitably rewarded by and through Jim. Tonight was to be no exception.
Jim had finished his hosting preparations, pouring another shot for Marika. As she brought it to her lips, he stopped her, inserting his index finger into the shot glass and wetting it. He brought it to her warm lips and slowly probed her open mouth with his fingers. She, in turn, licked the whiskey from his fingers while sucking them rhythmically. He continued to sparingly mete out the whiskey to her as his fingers stroked in and out of her welcoming mouth, their eyes fixed upon each other, throughout.
Their attention was interrupted by a knock at the outside door; Jim departed to answer and Marika finished her drink, now starting to feel the induced warmth in her throat and chest. Jim returned to the well-furnished room, speaking politely with a well-dressed middle-aged man. He introduced him to Marika and welcomed him to take a seat next to her, asking what his drink preference was. Marika took the man's hand and shook it softly as he started to make conversation with her. Served his drink, he spoke a little about himself and thanked Jim for the invitation to this "special event." He took in her beauty and was charmed by the lilt in her voice as she spoke to him, a reminder of her Kenyan background. He let his eyes linger on the distinct outline of her nipples pressing against her shirt and, of course, on the curves of her powerful thighs as she turned towards him, discreetly opening her legs. She put her hand on his knee as he talked to her, and he felt his cock began to tent out from his trousers. She glanced down at it and smiled broadly at him, without having to utter a word.
Again, came a knock at the outside door and Jim stepped away to answer. Jim returned with two other men. Both were younger but were also well dressed and groomed. Another round of introductions was made. Drinks were served to all, and the conversation flowed smoothly as Marika remained the focus of attention and discussion. During a brief moment of silence, Jim interjected to ask his guests take seats in the adjacent room and signaled Marika to accompany him. Without hesitation or question, she took his hand and was led away. As they went down the hallway to the bedroom, Jim and Marika heard their guests talking in subdued voices, their words too low to make out what was being said.
Jim led Marika into the bedroom and without a word being spoken, simply nodded. See nodded back, removed all of her clothes, and stood there in front of him in all of her glory, clad only in a thin gold chain that encircled her waist. Her supple child-suckled teats and shaved pubic mound were openly available - as they always were - for Jim's inspection and use. African by birth, her labia were well-stretched and now swollen with her mounting excitement. Jim's fingers slid easily into her already slippery pinkness, as beads of natural lubrication pilled on her clit and lips. Jim handed her a black leather crisscross halter to encase her plush breasts and a pair of patterned black crotchless pantyhose.
Her ensemble was made complete by the addition of 6-inch black heels and a starched white shirt, gathered, and tied at the waist. The contrast of white and black was extraordinarily sensuous by its very simplicity. Without comment, she applied red lip gloss and sprayed her inner thighs with her vanilla perfume. Jim nodded in recognition of her efforts and reached for her training collar and lead. Lowering her eyes in supplication, she knelt down in front of Jim as he attached the collar and stroked her head and shoulders to signal his approval.
Placing his hand beneath her chin, he pulled upwards and she rose to a standing position. He led her down the hallway and into the main room. The conversation immediately ceased amongst their guests as Marika was paraded in front of them. With Marika having assumed the "inspection" position, Jim drew three bar straws from his pocket, asking each guest to draw one. The man on the right drew the short straw, not knowing its significance. Jim put his hand on Marika's shoulder and lowered her into a kneeling position in front of one of the younger men. Marika gazed downward as she was not permitted to make eye contact unless explicitly permitted by Jim. Her hands deftly undid the man's belt and she pulled down his trousers and shorts to expose his growing hardness. "Daddy?", Marika asked. Jim responded by guiding her head to the man's now fully erect penis poised before her face. She needed no further direction or encouragement to envelop his cock and balls with her red lips and warm mouth.
Jim then encouraged the other two men to remove as many of their clothes as desired. He handed each of them a fresh face towel, two condoms and their own small tubes of lubricant. Both readily disrobed and stroked their cocks as Marika continued to minister to the throbbing hardness in her mouth. Jim stood behind her and pushed her head down onto the full length of the now fully erect cock. She began to gag, but Jim held her head firmly in place commanding her to keep sucking. Driven over the edge, the man began to erupt into her throat, thrusting his hips forward with each spasm. Only when he finally finished did Jim pull her head back from his crotch. As her mouth came off his cock, a mixture of drool and cum cascaded down Marika's chin onto her breasts as she gasped for air.
Pulling on her lead, Jim caused Marika to stand and turn away from her spectators. It was time to demonstrate her many other talents. Jim Produced a black plug and applied a liberal amount of lube. He pulled on Marika's lead, had her bend at the waist, and told her to spread her cheeks. Jim pressed the tip of the plug against her rosebud and began to insert it into her anal channel. While she initially bucked in reaction to its insertion, she accepted the penetration without protest and resumed her standing position. Led now to mid-room, she extended her arms outward to Jim and he responded by encircling her wrists with locking leather cuffs, each with a large "D" ring. When Jim had affixed them snuggly, Marika opened her legs into a wide stance to receive ankle cuffs of the same description. Jim then led her towards the head of the room and removed her white shirt to expose her soft breasts with their huge nipples. Marika's confident manner was starting to waver. Small beads of sweat pilled on her forehead and chest; her breathing came faster, and she fought to keep her eyes focused downward.
Jim again turned her in a slow circle for each of the guests to view before turning her to face them. Without protest, she accepted first the blindfold and then the ball gag, both designed to assert control over her being and environment. Jim raised her arms towards the ceiling and clipped her cuffs to the barely visible O-rings affixed to the ceiling. He positioned a spreader bar between her ankles, locked it into position and adjusted the chains to create the best view possible of his African slave.
