Chapter 2: The seasoning of Keisha
Wes inspected the shirts on the bed.
Each shirt was a 'baby doll' style and would really show off Keisha as he wanted.
She was kneeling down beside him, waiting. She said nothing, but those lips of hers were slightly parted. Her eyes were closed. She was alert, but he could tell she was wondering. The black satin of her bra and thong offset the deep brown of her skin. Her chest heaved slightly.
Wes knew that he needed to prepare Keisha — to mould her to his desires and whims. He'd long ago forgotten about the doubts. He'd become her master by process. From their first few encounters, he noticed that the more controlling he became, the more passionately she responded. He'd been programmed to temper himself in the bedroom based on the sexuality of the woman sharing his bed. Keisha was the first to show him it was okay not to hold back.
The first time he'd taken her anally, it was an instinctive choice. He'd teased her area and knew she was sensitive. Hands or fingers brushing by elicited moans or whimpers. There was simply so much wetness from her pussy and his precum that both her anus and his cock were soaked. They'd spent that night dancing and matching each other Jack-and-Coke for Jack-and-Coke. They shared a high pain threshold (and a love of endurance sports), so it wasn't until days afterwards where they would notice the dull ache of rug burns, shoulder abrasions or blown-out muscles. So that night, she spread-eagled for him and in one sure thrust, Wes felt the instant crush of her invaded ring on his half-buried cock, the cry of her pain and the thrust of her orgasmic hips (her teeth into his shoulder).
He howled at her and immediately proceeded to have what was at that point, the hardest orgasm of his life. With the jarring pain from her bite, he rolled his hips back. The first rope of cum from his bobbing cock actually splashed against her pussy, but he stabbed it back in her ass hard to get in deep. Forcing inside her half-open ring would cause his cock muscles to be sore for a full three days and his cockhead for a week. Her soft tissue inside refused to let go so he had to force his way backward. Her rectum massaged him so that on the way back, her ring bowed, grasping. He retreated to her rim and could feel their combined juices on his cock and dripping from her orfice. He stabbed back in again and her rim raked the underside of his swelling and spurting cock. The tenseness of his entire body, focused on ejaculating his seed into her bottomless rectum and the roar from his lips scared her. He held her tightly, keeping his hips locked and when his orgasm subsided, she couldn't escape his grasp when he slowly fucked her in the ass until she once again, felt him growing longer and thicker inside her body.
From that point on, they pushed each other, expanding limits and boundaries. She new each time they would be together, he would explore all three of her pleasure centers. Because he so enjoyed the scent and taste of her, more often than not, his seed found sanctuary down her throat or deep inside her rectum. When her juices took too long to emerge from her body during excitement or fulfillment, he grew impatient, spanking her and forcing her labia apart to catch her secretions in his mouth. He entered a privileged world where only a few men thrived: each man held a submissive woman whose own pleasure was enhanced by his own will to challenge her. Even though the feminist teachings from his mind-expanding undergraduate electives tortured him for a while, the more he learned about this new way, the more he embraced it was about choice, obligation and responsibility. The simple truth was she enjoyed getting off this way than any other. And her efforts and willingness drew within him a desire for her that grew insatiably so.
"The blue one will do."
"Yes, master.
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Wes was on his second expresso, reading through his favorite newspapers online when she walked through. The cool winter air did the trick. Keisha walked in, bringing the cool winter breeze with her. Her coat was held over one hand as she'd removed it steps from entering. Those few seconds were all it took to get her dime-circumference, pinky-tip long dark nipples straining bare beneath the thin fabric of the t-shirt. Her long legs and high butt were encased in her favorite worn-in, tight, jeans and she wore the long black boots he'd bought her.
The barista looked up at Keisha, licked her lips and smiled. "Cold out there, huh?"
"Yeah, it's cold," Keisha replied. She knew the barista was checking her out. She also noticed the burly white guy filling the coffee machine with a fresh brew just to the barista's right had looked over at her, did a double take and unconsciously adjusted his cock without embarrassment.
Keisha ordered a latte and warm croissant and paid the barista. She placed a single into the tip pitcher.
"You've already tipped me today," the barista said, slyly. The women smiled again. Keisha turned and started searching for an open seat within site of Wes. She'd been instructed to sit not to far from the door so the breezes would keep her nipples hard. Her firm arms already had goosebumps on them, but beneath her jeans, she had plenty to keep her warm. In fact, she was surprised when just before he left, her Master had instructed her to remove her g-string as well.
