I looked into my husband Andre's eyes as I slammed my slim, twelve-inch dildo into his ass. In those lovely brown eyes of his, I saw a look of complete and unabashed surrender. How I savoured that look of delicious helplessness. His ass is mine! Grinning, I raised his legs in the air as I continued pounding his fine Black ass with my big strap-on dildo. Just another Friday night in the Voltaire household. My name is Michelle Eugene Voltaire and I approve this message. Although his screams were muffled by the silk scarf I used to gag him, I could still hear my man groan and occasionally squeal as I continued penetrating him. Tonight he's my little bitch.
What a pair we make. Him, naked and lying on his back, hands and feet bound by slim but strong steel chains. A five-foot-eleven, somewhat chubby but gorgeously dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome Black man in his late twenties. My beautiful husband Andre Louis Voltaire. A.L. to his friends in our hometown of Montreal-Nord in the Province of Quebec. Me? I'm the deceptively innocent-looking, medium brown-skinned Black woman who is taking him to heaven. Clad in a shiny Black leather outfit. A sleeveless Black leather jacket and Black leather miniskirt. Sans panties. I'm five-foot-nine, with short Black hair and a slim but curvy figure. I've got hips, I've got chest and I've got a big round ass.
People say I look like a younger version of fading Hollywood starlet Halle Berry. Whatever. I'm not Halle, I'm something better. Purely and simply, I'm me. Something my man is all too thankful for. For I am that rare Haitian-born naturalized Canadian sister who exclusively loves the Haitian brothers in the vastness of the Confederation of Canada, no matter how trying they may be. Andre grunts as I stroke his nine-inch, uncircumcised Black cock and his big, hairy balls as I gently but firmly fill his ass with my dildo.
Tonight that cock of his is mine to play with, as is that ass of his. Andre is always acting all macho around his buddies at the downtown precinct of the Montreal Police Service, where he works as a Constable. If only they could see him down. Getting fucked in the ass by his woman, and loving it. I've been wanting to top him like that for ages. Ever since I discovered his mostly hidden submissive side. Lots of Black men, especially the ones of Haitian descent, are always complaining about us sisters. They say we're too loud or too bossy. Well, I don't think we've got to change. We're perfect exactly as we are. They can take it or leave it. Especially since some Haitian brothers, like my dear hubby Andre here, actually love our bossy side. They just can't admit it.
You should have seen Andre last night, begging me to fuck him in the ass. My favourite Black stud was actually on his knees, begging me. He looks so cute when he grovels. Since my husband is a submissive who craves pain, the only way I can really punish him is to NOT berate him or smack him around. That drives him nuts. He craves the pain and humiliation that I dish out. And he'll do anything to get it. In fact, one of his top fantasies is to have me come home and unleash hell on him. Me, his favourite angry Black woman, whom he loves deeply. Most Black men would be terrified to come home to the kind of Black woman who smacks them around, berates them and literally beats them into submission. It's every Black man's nightmare scenario right there. Well, it's my husband's fantasy. He's really into BDSM and I guess I am too. And what can I do, you know? I'm determined to be a good wife. I love my husband.
Andre is my special guy. And I truly love and cherish him. Loved him ever since I saved his ass from drowning at the pool while we were attending McGill University in the City of Montreal. He was showing off for Heather O'Leary, some chubby, blonde-haired Irish bimbo he was dating at the time. She didn't even bat an eyelash as Andre's dumb ass struggled at the bottom of the pool. An expert swimmer, I dove to the rescue and ended up saving my favourite fool. That's how Andre and I officially met. We were in some of the same Criminal Justice classes at the time but we had never spoken. I don't talk to Black guys who are into White women. They're a lost cause. After that incident, Andre and I became pals ( and eventually a couple ) while Heather O'Leary faded from the picture.
