"Tyrone, assume the position, come on, we both know you want this," Lady Mahogany said as she tenderly stroked her strap-on dildo. She stood there in the bedroom doorway, casual to the point of nonchalance, a wicked smile on her lovely face. Standing five feet eleven inches tall, curvaceous, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, with rapturous mahogany skin and long, neatly braided hair, she was a vision of beauty in her silver tank top and Black leather pants.
"I don't get down like that, I'm not with that fruity shit," Tyrone Darnell replied, and the six-foot-tall, brown-skinned, muscular and tattooed gang banger stroked his goateed chain while shaking his head. He'd known Marion Jackson for a long time, long before she'd begun to dabble in BDSM and calling herself Lady Mahogany, the hood's first professional dominatrix.
A lot of brothers would have been turned off by a female who dominated men for a living, but not Tyrone Darnell. Marion Jackson was the kind of female who liked to put on airs, and Tyrone could see right through her. Sure, she did make it out of the hood...for a while. Marion graduated from Bridgewater State University with a Business Administration degree, and she worked at the local Bank of America, but she was still hood. You can take the gal out of the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out of the gal...
Tyrone Darnell, a connoisseur of Black females, wasn't impressed by Marion's alter ego Lady Mahogany or her dominatrix antics, far from it. Hell, last night, he'd smashed her so hard he bruised her pussy. He smiled at the memory. He put Marion on all fours, face down and big ass up, and slammed his thick dark dick into her pussy, fucking her like there was no tomorrow.
Marion, who'd always loved the rough stuff, squealed as Tyrone hammered at her sore pussy, and afterwards, she got on her knees and polished his dick with her tongue. Like a good slut. Tyrone knew all of Marion's tricks, and then some. Marion liked to posture as this tough, dominant chick, but Tyrone knew she loved having his big dick buried so far up her asshole, one couldn't tell where she ended and he began...
For the past few years, Tyrone Darnell and Marion Jackson had an on-again, off-again relationship. Sometimes they were thick as thieves, pun intended. Other times, he couldn't stand her uppity bullshit and she couldn't stand his macho bullshit. Everyone in the hood knew that these two were simply made for each other. After all, what couple in love doesn't push each other's buttons?
"Tyrone, come on, I know what I saw on your phone," Lady Mahogany tut-tutted him, and Tyrone blushed, and looked away. He'd been caught red-handed alright. The self-proclaimed Black King of Dorchester, a man feared by both Crips and Bloods for his ruthlessness, had some sexual secrets that he didn't want his fans and detractors to know about.
In the City of Dorchester, Massachusetts, a Black man could be as straight-laced or as thuggish as he wanted to be, but he couldn't be sexually questionable. Tyrone Darnell had done everything from robbing banks and gas stations to carrying out hits on rival gangs. He was a freelance brother, a gun for hire, and he always got the job done. People feared and respected him. Of course, all of that shit would come crumbling down like a house of cards if they found out about his secrets...
"Bitch, you didn't see nothing," Tyrone growled, and Lady Mahogany cocked an eyebrow, irked by this show of disrespect. If that's how you want to play this, Lady Mahogany thought, and with that, she pulled out the cell phone, and hit play. Instantly the video began to play, and she stepped up to Tyrone, brandishing the cell phone in his arrogantly handsome face. Time to show the brother that she definitely meant business...
"Tyrone, we both know you like that shit," Lady Mahogany laughed, and Tyrone shook his head, even as the video played right in his face. A curvy, brown-skinned woman was in a swimming pool, getting down and dirty with a dark-skinned man. The man was on all fours and the woman was holding his hips while fucking him with a strap-on dildo. Tyrone recognized the woman as African American Porn Star Kitten, and she was fucking the hell out of some Black guy with a strap-on dildo in a vintage porn video. One which Tyrone happened to have downloaded and saved on his iPhone. Damn.
"Alright, shoot, so what if I like it? I'm not a fag, I'm gangster, I'll beat up any fool who comes up to me, and I've fucked half the females in Dorchester and Roxbury and even Brockton, can't nobody beat me at this game," Tyrone said angrily. Lady Mahogany grinned and turned off the video, then put the cell phone aside. Her expression softened as she gently laid her hands on Tyrone's knees.
"Tyrone, you're a strong Black man and you ought to know that letting a strong Black woman dominate you in the bedroom doesn't make you weak," Lady Mahogany said, looking into his eyes. Tyrone looked at her, and flashed her his seductive grin. When he tried to grab her tits to fondle them, Lady Mahogany almost let him, but she stopped him because she had other plans for him.
