"Buck breaking scenarios turn me on, as disturbing as that shit sounds," Vincent Clarence said with a fatalistic shrug as he sat across his ex-girlfriend and sometime lover Kendra Johnson. The tall, curvy, chocolate-skinned and leather-clad African American dominatrix looked at him, and smiled, then shook her Afro-covered head. Ever since Vincent resurfaced in her life after his revelation of his bisexuality and their subsequent breakup, life had been a rollercoaster for Kendra...
"People are often turned on by the very thing that they find revolting," Kendra said softly, and the brawny young black man nodded in agreement. Clad in a black leather jacket over a red silk shirt, black jeans and black cowboy boots, Vincent Clarence looked dangerously handsome, a look only a few brothers could pull off. Kendra Johnson had been drawn to him like a moth to the proverbial flame, and got burned as a result...
Try as she might, Kendra couldn't forget some of the passionate nights she and Vincent shared, not too long ago. In fact, they once hooked up in her office at the law firm of Kagame & Connelly in downtown Toronto, Ontario. As Kendra thought of that night of passion during which she gave herself wholeheartedly to Vincent, the young Jamaican-Canadian woman felt a wetness begin between her thick, shapely legs...
As the only black female attorney at this prestigious law firm originally founded by an Oxford University-educated West African attorney, Lionel Kagame, and his Irish-born law school buddy Jonathan Connelly, Kendra Johnson walked a fine line. There were eleven attorneys, plus a fleet of secretaries and assistants working at the firm and almost everyone was white or Asian or Latino. Along with the founding partner Mr. Kagame, Kendra was quite simply...unique.
"Throwing caution to the wind and exploring new things is your style, isn't it, Vince?" Kendra said, and Vincent smiled slyly and shrugged. Kendra remembered that sly smile of his as he bent her over her own desk, pulled down her expensive dress pants, yanked down her panties and ate her pussy from behind. Kendra moaned and groaned as Vincent ate her pussy while fingering her asshole, driving her absolutely nuts...
"That is it is, my dear," Vincent replied, and he licked his lips suggestively, causing Kendra to shudder. For the young Caribbean sista knew exactly what Vincent's tongue could do. After polishing Kendra's cunt with his tongue, Vincent rolled a condom on his long and thick, dark dick and slapped her big ass before thrusting into her. The foxy brother gripped Kendra's hip with one hand and yanked her hair with the other as he slammed his dick into her pussy. Kendra moaned and cried out Vincent's name as he fucked her silly, and didn't let up until she begged for mercy...
"Vincent, I know you enjoy my body, and you love women, what can a man do for you?" Kendra asked, blurting out the question that had been on her mind ever since Vincent first told her that he was bisexual. In Jamaican culture, gayness and male bisexuality were considered strictly taboo. On the island of Jamaica, queer men were referred to as batty men and despised for what was considered to be disgusting sexual practices...
"Well, Kendra, my dear, I am a bisexual brother, I've always known it, I love women but I also discovered that I love big white cocks," Vincent said with a laugh, and Kendra winced, and then listened as he told her about his adventures. Apparently, Vincent had been browsing the darkest recesses of the web and what he saw in spots like Thug Hunter and Ghetto Gaggers turned him on immensely. So much that he began to explore his lusts for the 'other'.
"So, you let white guys stick their cocks up your ass," Kendra said flatly, and Vincent, a six-foot-three, athletic and dark-skinned, dreadlocked Jamaican brother with a deep voice simply smiled and shrugged. If Kendra had made such a statement to any self-respecting Jamaican man on the islands, her life would have been in mortal danger. Vincent's reaction, or lack thereof, surprised the hell out of Kendra, and not in a good way...
"And I love it," Vincent replied, and then, as an astonished Kendra gawked at him, he told her about his sexual proclivities. Apparently, there was much about Vincent that Kendra did not know. The burly brother who liked to smack her big ass and cuss her while she sucked his big ole Jamaican dick apparently loved getting his ass stuffed with big white cocks. For some reason, as Kendra pictured Vincent getting it on with another guy, she felt...turned on.
"So, what do you want from me?" Kendra asked finally, and Vincent smiled and nodded. Kendra leaned back in her chair, and as Vincent told her what he was now into, her jaw just about hit the floor. The sexual scenarios that Vincent found himself turned on by were absolutely shocking to her...and oddly arousing for some reason. That's why Kendra heard herself agree to meet with Vincent and his new lover, some white guy named Terrence Masters, originally from Columbus, Ohio.
"Pleasure to meet you, ma'am, Vincent told me a lot about you," said the balding, fit, forty-something, blue-eyed Caucasian guy as he joined Kendra and Vincent in the former's living room the following night. Kendra looked at Vincent, then at his lover Terrence Masters, and the guy looked like a homeroom teacher or a librarian or something. Totally not what Kendra was expecting...
"Good things, I hope," Kendra replied, and Terrence and Vincent exchanged a smile. As the evening rolled on, the young Jamaican-Canadian attorney and budding dominatrix learned more about her ex-boyfriend Vincent's lover Terrence. The American dude was a newcomer to Toronto, Ontario, and identified as bisexual. Oh, and Terrence also had a son, Isaac, from a previous relationship with a Nigerian woman, Catherine Adewale, whom he met in the States...
