Sensual Submission
Author's note
:
My apologies to the many readers who asked for a sequel. Through this story, I met Dee and subsequently wrote
Dee's Naughty Descent
. I got off track and wrote about Dee. Now, I am pleased to present this second and final chapter of
Jean Goes Bareback
.
Jean could barely wait for noon. All week she had waited for Mark's call. When her husband, Ray, left she was all alone. She reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table and tapped out a tube. Lighting it, she thought about what she could expect for the day and evening to come with her master, Mark.
"
Master!"
Jean thought. She let the word roll through her head. It had sounded strange at first. "Master ... Black master!". She said it out loud so she could hear herself say it. The word no longer seemed strange. The concept of submission to a black master was becoming to be normal and reassuring. "
What is normal?
" she thought. "
Normal is now. This is the NEW normal
," Jean concluded. She took a draw on her cigarette and smiled. It was a pleasing smile. It was an exciting smile. The excitement was the anticipation of what her life would be as a submissive to a black master.
Jean began dressing for her black master. She combed her auburn hair up in a twist to display Mark's mark on the back of her neck. She applied a two-tone eye shadow and accented it will long, black lashes with thick black eyeliner. She put on a bright red thong. Then she slipped on clear back-seamed lacey top hose. Next she dropped over her head a bright red party dress with a plunging cowl neckline. The dress left her back bare and sexy. The hemline came down not quite to her thong, leaving her sexy camel toe showing. She did not wear a bra. Lastly, she put on red patent leather pumps with four-inch thick elevator soles and 10-inch micro-stiletto "fuck me" heels.
Mark was in the back of the limo when it arrived. Jean thought for a moment that in the times that she saw the limousine, she had never gotten a glimpse of the driver. She put the thought out of her mind and greeted Mark.
"Hi master." She said it! She wanted to say it. Now she waited for Mark's response.
"Hey momma! How's that hot cunt?" he said grinning.
"Wet for its master" she said coyly. She was speaking of her most sensuous and precious female body part as if it no longer belonged to her. She wanted to see his response, hoping he would like it. The expression on his face told her that he did.
She glanced down at his crotch. It was tenting. Jean, keeping her eyes glued on Mark's eyes, reached over and released his manhood. She put her right hand on it and pulled back his enormous foreskin. As she opened her mouth to cover his glans, she received the scent of a man who loves to fuck hoes. Their scent lingered under his foreskin. Jean trembled as the scent touched her nostrils. It was the scent of raw, black sex. It conveyed pleasure to the deepest, darkest recesses of her libido.
Her lips settled over his love pole. A large drop of pre-cum conveyed a promise of pleasure and fulfillment to come. Jean's body trembled. A wave of pleasure emanating from her clitoris went through her body like an electrical shock! She moaned.
"Suck it momma. You're not the first one today, and you won't be the last," Mark sneered to indicate to Jean that she was insignificant. Her significance was predicated on her ability to please her master. Her saliva filled her mouth and mixed with Mark's pre-cum. The love fluid ran down his black shaft and over her white hand. She pulled off to catch the escaped fluids, which she considered a manifestation of deep love.
She wanted with all her being to please her master.
The limo stopped on a strange street. However, Jean never looked up. She heard muffled conversations between Mark and several white women. The subject was their take for the night.
"Get up! I want you to go with Edy," Mark said, "I'll come back for you later. Make me some money," he added. He gave Jean a hit of molly.
Jean stepped out on a brightly lighted street of sleazy bars, clubs, and theaters. Both black and white men were walking on the sidewalk. They gawked at Jean as they passed by. In this environment, Jean doubted that she could step up to the front of the line like she was accustomed to doing at Club Iridium. Hot hoes of all colors lined street.
"Hey baby! Glad to see you," Edy said in a sing-song voice.
"Yeah! I'm glad to be here. What do I do now?" Jean said.
"Your first time? That's hot. Baby! Listen! You cast out your hook and reel them into that doorway," Edy said. She pointed to a hotel doorway. "The clerk will hand you a key. You know what to do then," Edy said.
"Hey soldier boy! Wanna have some fun?" Edy spotted a young man in uniform. They talked, and then she led him to the doorway.
Jean looked around. The faces were a blur. The molly was beginning to take hold and her body began to tremble. She felt the need to satisfy a deep-seated desire. Her cunt was dripping fluids down the inside of her right thigh.
"Hey! You got a cigarette?" Jean said. The balding forty-something white man stopped and offered her a cigarette. She took it and talked a while. They walked to the doorway. Once inside, the clerk didn't bother to look up. He handed her a key. It was for room 604. They walked up six floors and down the hall to Room 604.
Once inside, he pushed her down to her knees. She took his pathetic six-inch white cock and started sucking while looking at the pitiful semi-limp tool. She never looked into his face. In five minutes, he came in her mouth. Jean ran to the restroom and spit it in the toilet. When she returned the man was gone. She looked and found $50 on a table. She stuffed it in her bra and walked back to the street.
Edy was gone. Jean was alone, except for the people. The molly had kicked in big time. She hit up every male she saw.
"Hey honey! Do ya wanna play?" "Hey baby, come here!" "Hey love! Got a stick?" Only one in five stopped to talk. She required payment up front. She began to demand more money. She was hot white bitch who wanted it, too! One john gave her $200. That thrilled her! Jean lost track of time. As the night wore on, more and more black men stopped. She was a hot momma. She upped her price to $300. She upped it again to $500 for a well-dressed black stud. He talked her down to $400. Jean was busy, and she was enjoying it!
They she saw Mark's limo. As she walked up, she expected the door to swing open, but the window only went down.
"Having fun?" Mark asked.
"Yes, master!" Jean said. She gave him that look of love.