The way Jayson "Jay" Bright figured it, a man only lives once, and what's the use of having money to spend and time to kill if one doesn't take advantage of such things? After all, coming to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, hadn't been Jayson's idea. His old man, George Bright, founder of the Bright Lights civil engineering firm, wanted Jayson to go out and explore the world outside of metropolitan Houston, Texas.
Jayson agreed, with certain conditions, he wanted plenty of cash and carte blanche to use it as he saw fit. Fortunately, his old man agreed. When Jayson first set foot in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, he initially saw a dead end. Compared to bright, lively and fun City of Houston, the City of Ottawa wasn't much to look at. Fortunately, the ladies of Ottawa weren't a bad-looking bunch. Jayson hadn't seen so many white women with big butts since he first visited California a while back. I can work with this, Jayson thought lustfully.
Jayson "Jay" Bright had no idea what he was walking into when he called the number from the back of the Ottawa Solar News. The ad read Mistress Amina of Chechnya, Eastern European Dominatrix. Jayson, who was accustomed to browsing the naughty ads for some fun, decided to give Mistress Amina a try. He'd banged his share of escorts all over the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and saw no reason why he shouldn't try new things.
Truth be told, for an avowed hedonist and sensualist like Jayson, the world of BDSM held a definite fascination. Jayson had seen BDSM videos where men in leather gear tied up and whipped women, before having rough sex with them. In other BDSM videos, scantily clad women wielding whips, riding crops and strap-on dildos dominated the hell out of some rather unfortunate men. Those videos aroused Jayson the most, hence his curiosity.
"I am to be addressed as Mistress Amina, First Lady of Chechnya, and if you fuck it up, you will regret it," said the haughty female voice on the other line, causing Jayson to chuckle. On the phone, he acquiesced, because there was no need for phone thuggery. Men and women who sounded tough over the phone seldom realized that they were always a click away from being powerless, regardless of how tough they thought they were.
"Sounds good to me, Mistress Amina," Jayson replied, and he wished her well before he went to get ready. Six feet two inches tall, athletic and handsome, with smooth chocolate skin and slick, curly dark hair, Jayson is uniquely sexy the way black men from the Deep South usually are. A native of Houston, Texas, Jayson was spending the year at Carleton University in Ottawa as part of an exchange program with his old school, Texas Southern University.
The son of a wealthy African American businessman, Jayson was accustomed to the finest things in life, and expected no less after moving to the Canadian Capital. The ladies from the seedier side of the Ottawa nightlife never knew what hit them, for Jayson had money to spend, a flair for adventure, and a high sex drive. The brother from Houston was looking for trouble and felt that Ottawa could barely satisfy his rather decadent appetites...
Three nights ago, Jayson had some really awesome fun with Amy, a petite, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Caucasian female escort with a thick ass. At first, Amy was reluctant to get booked by Jayson because she didn't usually deal with men of color, but he offered to pay her a hundred dollars more than her usual fee of two hundred, and promised to be a gentleman. Money talks, Jayson thought to himself as Amy the escort changed her tune.
"You're not what I expected," Amy said to Jayson, as they got down and dirty in the Vanier apartment where she normally conducted her business. They lay on the comfortable bed, and much to her surprise, Amy was not doing all the work. Jayson had the petite blonde beauty on all fours, face down and ass up, and had his tongue in her asshole while fingering her wet, hairy pussy.
"Amy, sweetheart, I'm a southern gentleman, and we take care of the ladies down south," Jayson paused to say, and Amy giggled, pleased by this unexpectedly courteous and fun client. Most of the men that Amy dealt with were middle-aged white males who treated her like a piece of meat, but Jayson wasn't like that. For starters, the tall, dark and handsome young man with the sexy southern accent was friendly, and concerned with her pleasure, rather than her own.
"Oh yes, go for it," Amy squealed, loving what Jayson was doing to her. The brother had his tongue deep in her asshole and was fingering her pussy, with three fingers in there, which he twisted this way and that. Amy loved it so much that she moaned deeply and began grinding her ass against Jayson's face, eager for more of his expert Texan lovemaking.
"Sweetie, you haven't felt anything yet," Jayson promised Amy, and as the night rolled on, he showed the blonde cutie a thing or two. Amy, who initially told Jayson that "Greek" wasn't her thing, hesitantly allowed him even greater access to her backdoor. By the end of the night, Jayson had Amy on her back, legs in the air, as he buried his big black dick deep inside her warm, tight asshole. It was quite simply glorious.
