All clean and fresh, Bella's lean muscled body looking like Black perfection against the white sheets, recovered fully and ready to serve her Master's every need. I felt refreshed too, and had pulled that black leather blindfold and riding crop out of the satchel, that now seemed a part of the new landscape of the my master suite. My mind was at work, my cock was hard. It had been hard and in-waiting since last night, when I last came in Victoria's throat while she was out of her mind being pounded to death by Bella, all strapped-up and in the mood to be one dominating Black bitch taking her white older girl friend to heaven and beyond. "Come here beautiful," I commanded. "Kiss your Master hello, and turn that bubble butt of yours toward me. I mean to spoon you with my cock between those cheeks, while I quietly torture your nipples for a bit. I'm in-love with you, and you are fucking gorgeous!"
Bella moved slowly but deliberately, so graceful getting into position. Her stomach muscles rippled and her tits swayed as she turned to present that butt to my hard cock. Her erect nipples flashed by, knowing what was coming. As we settled into the spoon I'd been waiting for, she said softly, "I am in-love with you. You are my Master. I am here and at your service. Anything you want, take it. I need to be taken and abused. I will do as I am told!"
"Just reach under and open your butt cheeks," I said. "Pull my cock between them, and slide up against me."
I turned her head toward me in the process, and we kissed as I reached around and took already erected nipples in each hand, and squeezed hard. Pinching the inch-long beauties so hard anyone else would have screamed, and pulled away. Bella just moaned softly and pushed her butt harder into my stomach, my cock sliding between those cheeks happily, in no hurry. We both moaned, and made loving noises. "Open your wet cunt and let your Master's cock just slide in, then start working those cunt muscles in a slow jack suck, like a good cunt. I'm putting you to work, doing what you do better than anybody. Focus your muscles, work that yoga on my cock and jack suck it cunt." She didn't say a word, she was in motion, her cunt was doing all the talking. For a good while, lazy on the white sheets, her cunt worked my cock while I enjoyed torturing her huge nipples. Time passed, we were as connected as two people could be.
"I want to watch you whore on me Bella, let me turn over, I want you to sit up and on my cock facing me. Keep that exact action going, your cunt jacking and sucking your man's cock. I'm watching your tits entertain, you dancing on my cock, your stomach muscles rippling. I've got the black leather blindfold, take it and put it on. I'll be using the riding crop in a minute. You see nothing, you are only focused on what your body is doing, knowing all the while that I am watching and loving the show." I handed her the black leather blindfold, she put it on as in a trance, smoothly, perfectly. I continued, "Arch your back. Shoulders back. Head back. Know exactly what I'm seeing. Put both your hands behind your head, holding tight the back of your neck as you arch into that pussy jack suck--cunt. Get lost in it, your whole self focused on working for come, working my dick. Be the natural animal beauty you are, devoted to that cock, and the art of your body working it."
There I was, propped up on the pillows at the head of the bed, luckiest man in the world with a young Black beauty working up and down on my cock while her cunt muscles grabbed it convulsively but with intent. Her whole body was tuned in, so upright, so athletic. Her tits swayed under the darkness of that leather blindfold, living through an understood image of herself so proud and aware of what she was giving me. She was hearing my words and her own heavy breathing, sloppy cunt sounds, and my hands reached for and pinched those erect nipples hard while bathing her in dirty words. "Keep jack sucking that cock with your cunt, set your own rhythm working for come. I'm pulling the riding crop out now and your can cry out to the sting of the crop on your nipples, but keep your rhythm, don't let anything distract you. I want my bitch working for come and endless tantric orgasms for both of us, while I whip you good."
"Oh yes, whip me while I work you Master," She said in a horse whisper. "Whip me like the whore I am. I owe you so much for what you gave me this morning, God what you did to my cunt. Can I come while I'm working your cock Master? I'm afraid I am going to come, but I'll keep jack sucking your cock with my cunt muscles. I know my job, I am your trained tantric whore."
Hearing those words I cracked the riding crop hard, against one nipple and then the other. Again, and again. "Come on my cock you slut, right fucking now!" I demanded, exactly what I knew she wanted, and it was exactly what I wanted. I was cracking the riding crop in time with my words. "Come now cunt, but don't you miss a beat. I'm going to shoot a load to meet your orgasm, keep jack sucking that cock steady. Get lost riding your Master, milking him with your muscles, your cunt juice mixing with my load. Keep going! I don't care how hard you come, or how tired you are, my cock is going into tantric mode. Stay with it, don't stop!" I was ordering her now. I was merciless. I felt my come shoot into that cunt's muscle grip, and it kept sucking and jacking, her back arched and her hands behind her neck grinding into me working my cock. I cracked the whip again, across those reddened erect Black nipples, swaying back and forth bouncing up and down. So beautiful, my bitch worked my cock, on and on.
In a daze, i reflected. Earlier in my life, when I came I would be hyper-sensitive almost immediately, not able to stand ongoing touch or even tongue work on my cock. Sex for me then, ended really, as soon as I came. With time and tantric training, coming, ejaculating, was only the beginning of endless tantric orgasms. It was beautiful that my Bella, so trained and living as a Yogi, had total breath control, muscle control, and incredible endurance. She understood tantric sex and was a living example of it. In that regard, she was far more advanced than me, I had stumbled on to it late in life. How lucky that my Bella was a real Yogi, and able to extend my own orgasmic experience beyond where I had been before. What an amazing melding it was, with her own actual need for pain, domination, humiliation, and bondage. It should be no wonder really, that Bella and I have so many intersecting needs, and so many yet untapped. What a journey.