My name's Layla. I'm 25 years old and I was born here in London to Jamaican immigrant parents. I'm 5"8, slim, with braided hair and very dark skin. I must be good looking as I've never had any problem attracting men. Up until last year though, I'd never been with a white man. I'd had a few boyfriends, but nothing serious. All the guys I'd dated had been pretty similar in their attitudes; black British guys who acted like gangsta rappers- not really my kind of men. None of them lasted very long- most cheated on me and the ones who didn't were so fucking immature I couldn't stand it. The sex was never anything spectacular either. All that changed when I met Ben nearly a year ago now.
Now it may come as a surprise, but besides my relationship with Ben I lead a pretty normal life. I work five days a week at an average office, I make an average salary and drive an average car. I have an average relationship with my friends and family, and live in an average house. Once I'm home from work, however, things become very different. Ben's a very handsome white guy, 30 years old, with a muscular body, deep blue eyes and jet black hair. You see, right from the very first time Ben and I had sex, It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It may sound unusual, but he was SO dominant, slapping my arse, pulling my hair, calling me names, just taking complete control of me. I'd never been so sexually fulfilled in my whole life. The fact that some of the blokes I'd been with before would go apeshit at the thought of a black woman having this kind of sex with a white guy just makes it even more of a turn on. I am, and always will be, a white man's slut.
I remember one time I'd come home from work, got out of my work clothes and started to cook dinner. I have to stay naked around the house unless Ben tells me to wear something, and then it must be something he chooses for me. I'd been home about half an hour when, busy chopping carrots, I heard his car pull up outside. My heart started thumping with anticipation and I began to feel myself getting wet at the thought of what I knew was shortly going to happen.
I heard the key in the lock. I got butterflies. I heard the front door open and I was literally so wet there was a little trickle of pussy juice running down the inside of my leg. The front door closed again and I heard Ben walking through the living room and, at last, he appeared at the kitchen door.
"Hello beautiful." he beamed "How about you come and join me in the living room for a bit, eh?" I knew the drill. I nodded obediently and walked over to him. Ben put one arm around me and, placing one hand on the back of my head, went to kiss me. I leant in to kiss him too, when he suddenly grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. Ben looked me up and down, feasting on my body with his eyes. I was literally quivering with anticipation.
"What is it?" I asked him, panting with desire.
"You've been having dirty thoughts haven't you, you little slut?"
"No, I haven't!" I replied, my chest heaving.
"You liar!" he answered "You've got your juices dribbling down your leg! This is disgusting!" Ben leant in towards me. "What are we going to do about it?"
"I don't know!" I stammered in reply, knowing full well what would happen next. Keeping hold of my hair, Ben took his arm from around me and wiped the trickle of pussy juice from my leg with his fingers. Bringing it up to my face, he gave me the command.
"This is your disgusting mess on my fingers. Clean them."
I obligingly opened my mouth, and he thrust his two fingers into it. "Suck them clean, you dirty bitch!" he demanded. I sucked with all my strength, and he pulled his fingers out of my mouth. "Now," he continued "that's your leg and my fingers clean. Let's think about how to punish you for being so dirty."
Still holding my hair, he led me into the living room. "On your knees!" he ordered "You know what to do!" I certainly did. I unbuttoned and unzipped Ben's trousers. As I'd done countless times before, I reached into his boxers and pulled out his already semi-hard dick. One thing I'll say for Ben is that he's VERY well endowed. His is the only white dick I've ever seen, but if it's anything to go by, there's no truth to all those rumours about white guys having small ones.
