Ivory a Beautiful shade of pink PT 2 continues from PT 1, it follows the life of a beautiful submissive white female, and her lust filled relationship with a Dominate black male. This is a relationship of control power and lust!
The tattoo's Hyde left on my ivory skin have long ago faded away. But the memory of all the things he did to me, and made me do to him, stay with me day to day. It has been over two months, since Hyde last appeared, and whispered in my ear, that he was going to mix his cum with my blood. Blood he would create in the process of a planned rape. By using his thick black dick as a battering ram and tear my slit just deep enough and long enough to create a beautiful pink liquid to appear. He said it and he did it, and left it as a gift for me, to remind me what he can do to me.
After Hyde had emptied himself into me, once, twice and then again and again, it took nearly a week before, I no longer leaked, of the gift of his pink cum. This is not counting the cream he spilled down my throat or the spunk he shot inside my bum! You see Hyde is a Bull in every sense of the word, he was bred to cum!
Soon after I healed, I was as good as before, before he walked thru my bedroom door. This is such a strange way to feel about a man you see every day but seldom in the flesh.
It has been another month and still no sign of Hyde, why has he stayed away so long? Was it something I said, or did, or did not do? Or has he found another white slut prettier than me, to put on her knees and make her do the things he made me do!
Why am I so obsessed with Hyde? I called him sick and twisted for the things he would say and do. Maybe I'm the sick one, it's obvious he's not looking for me, it's I who is looking and waiting for him. I'm always looking at the bedroom door, it has gotten so bad, I keep my windows and doors open at night. I lay naked in my bed like a strung-out whore, longing to hear his voice commanding me, to get on the fucking floor.
After he left that night, it took me a few days to get him out of my head, and to no longer see him in my bed. Determined to get my focus back to my real life, my work as a nurse, my lover and our dream home, is how I move on.
Last week my lover was getting ready for extended trip abroad, I was helping him pack. I was searching for our special phone; this phone is full of explicit pictures and videos of me. In most of them I'm naked and playing with my favourite toys. I make a tape for him every time he goes away, for him to watch in his hotel room, so he can masturbate as often as he wants looking at me.
But I couldn't find the phone, no matter how long or hard I looked. The last time we both saw the phone; it was in the bed side drawer. So, for the first time he had to leave home without his phone, and this really made me mad, where's that damn phone!
Not being able to find that phone was really doing a job on my head, and then it hit me. I wonder if Hyde has taken my phone, that black bastard, sounds like something he would do.
I wonder if he's at home, jerking and stroking his huge black dick, while watching me on my phone? Or is he at work or in the gym showing my phone to all of his friends? Or does he have another white bitch down on her knees, and he is showing her my phone, so shell know how he likes to be teased. And the kind of show she must put on for him, as he smokes his joint and rubs his chin!
I can't get that thought out of my head even when I go to bed, I had a dream last night or was it a nightmare?
I dreamed last night that Hyde has my phone, and he is showing my naked body to all of his friends. They are looking at me playing with my toys, my legs spread wide, rubbing my clit, while pinching my tits. Hyde is telling them, that I'm just some slut he fucks and uses whenever he wants, to drain his balls, into small white holes.
