My Black Breeder - A Couples Journey Into Submission
CHAPTER ONE - An Unexpected Meeting
The smell of cinnamon and spices filled the kitchen as she opened up the oven to check the cherry pie. The crust was just starting to turn golden brown, she smiled, content that it was going well. It was summer, and hot in the kitchen. She began to pace around the apartment, turning down the air conditioning and then stopping to look at herself in the mirror in the living room.
Her hair, dyed black, stood in stark contrast to her milky white skin, which was still flawless at twenty eight years old. She was wearing a short sundress, and had decided to forgo wearing a bra today. She could get away with it, as her breasts, while perky and firm, were relatively small. She then turned to look at herself in profile, and smirked to herself as her ass and hips were the exact opposite. Rather large for her somewhat petite frame. She turned around a little more, and satisfied she still looked good, walked back to the living room to stand under the air conditioning.
As the cool air drifted over her, she felt her nipples go instantly hard. The sheer fabric of her dress doing nothing. She smirked and as she felt them. "Oh, hello girls." She said, laughing. "Coming out to play are we?"
"Ugh" she muttered walking back into the kitchen. "I'm going to get myself all worked up, and not be able to do anything about it. Michael will be back any minute." She was fairly content in her relationship with her boyfriend, as he was a good provider and a kind soul.
However, her sex drive was incredibly high, and if she were being honest, Michael wasn't enough in bed. First, he had been working so much lately, spending so much time away from her. Secondly, and probably much more important, he was more than a little lacking in vital areas related to her satisfaction. Frankly, he was just too small. If things didn't change, she was going to have to do something about it, she'd have to take matters into her own hands. She just needed the right opportunity.
She sighed, and as if on queue, she could hear the heavy footfalls of a man approaching her second story apartment. The sound quickly got louder as he approached the door, and laughing, two men entered the apartment.
This took her quite by surprise. She wasn't expecting anyone else to come over tonight, much less now. It was at that moment she saw who was with Michael. It was someone she had never seen before, and she was almost speechless.
"Hey" she stammered, regaining her composure. "You brought a friend with you I see".
"Oh, yeah" Michael stated, nonchalantly. "This is Jamal, my gym buddy."
Her heart was pounding in her chest. This new man was, by all definitions of the word, gorgeous. Easily six foot, three inches tall, his frame was taunt and muscled, she didn't know if he had an ounce of fat on him. His skin was a dark chocolate, and his skin shined with sweat. He seemingly unconsciously lifted up his shirt to use it to wipe away some sweat on his face, revealing his v-shaped hips and a chiseled six pack.
"Nice to finally meet you Lisa." Jamal said. "Michael's been telling me all about you."
"Uh, good to meet you too" She began. "I suppose I should get you two some water, I bet you're thirsty after that run."
"I'm good" Michael flatly stated, "I need to grab a shower anyways. Make yourself at home Jamal." Michael left for the bathroom on the other side of the apartment, leaving the two of them alone.
"I could use a glass though" He told Lisa "it was an intense run, really gets the blood pumping."
She didn't know what to say, all she could think was that he was going to notice how much she was staring at him and his amazing body.
"Right" she said, her voice shaking slightly.
As she filled a glass, she heard the door to the bathroom shut on the other side of the apartment and music begin to play on the bluetooth speaker in the bathroom. Her mind was wandering, as she turned off the faucet and looked up at Jamal. He was standing next to their kitchen countertop, the counter serving as a barrier between the two of them, he leaned against it, the muscles in his arm flexing.
"Oh, thanks" He said as came around into the kitchen to take the glass of water from her hand. Quickly, he closed the distance between them, and extended his hand. At the last moment though, she turned.
"I forgot ice, how silly of me" She needed an excuse to turn, her face was flush, and her heart was still pounding.
"Sure" He replied, and leaned up against the counter, now just a few feet from her back. "No big deal"
The ice made clinking noises as she dropped them one by one into the glass. The coldness of the freezer rolled down, and came across her chest, making her smile slightly as her nipples became hard. She took a step back, and shut the door with her shoulder, and turning in the same motion. She realized how she looked, her nipples hard, wearing nothing but a sundress, her face flush, and her lips pursed. God she was horny, and here was this man.
"Thanks" He said, smiling as his hand reached out and took the glass.
Lisa returned his smile and leaned on the kitchen counter, exposing her cleavage to him in a way she knew was blatantly obvious. "So, Jamal. Tell me about yourself. All Michael has really told me about you is that you're better than him in every single thing there is, physically speaking. Bigger, faster, stronger. His exact words!"
Jamal laughed. "Oh, bigger, for sure. Not sure about faster though, I like to take my time with most things".
Lisa blushed, wondering if he was being intentionally coy with his words. "Well, what about stronger?" She asked.
Jamal nodded his head at that, "Yeah, that's probably true. I hit the gym on the regular. Gotta keep my stamina up, you know?"
Now Lisa was sure he was flirting with her. "Oh yes, having good stamina is very important." Lisa replied back to him. "It's not good if someone taps out after a half hour."
Jamal laughed again, "Tapping out after a half hour of, uh, working out? Nah girl. I like to keep my stamina good enough for at least double that. An hour long, twice a day. That's what I like. I like to make sure I'm able to pump load after load" He said, pausing for a moment to take a sip of water, "Load after load, of iron."
Lisa was slightly taken aback by how brazen and confident he was being. She knew exactly what he meant, and she was enjoying this little game. Well she thought, two can play at this game. Lisa rose up from her cleavage revealing position and turned around, showing off what she knew was her best asset - an ass that was at least four sizes too big for her frame.
Lisa bent over slightly, giving him her best instagram worthy ass pose, and opened up a drawer, taking out a straw. She put it in her own glass of ice water, and began using her tongue to play with the straw.
"You know" she began "I really like yoga. I find it helps with my own stamina and flexibility. Really lets me get a good stretch. There's nothing more I love than being stretched out. A good, deep stretching. It's my favorite."
Jamal was watching her closely now, she could almost see the gears in his head turning. He flirted with every woman he met, but now he was deciding how much he should push this. Lisa certainly seemed to be flirting back, so why not?
"Yoga is great" Jamal replied, "I bet you're an expert. What's your favorite position?"
"Downward facing dog" she said, it really lets me stretch out. "Do you know that position?"
"Oh sure" Jamal said, smiling "Doggy style is my favorite position too"
"Oh my god Jamal! You're so bad!" Lisa said, laughing at his obvious innuendo. "Now, let me show you how good of a stretch it is" She quickly assumed the Downward Facing Dog pose, her body stretching out, and her round ass pointing directly at Jamal. "See how good it is?"
"Yeah, I can see how good you are. I bet you like being bad too." Jamal said, smirking.
Lisa slowly stood back up, arching her back as she did so. "I'm bad sometimes. Sometimes I like to really push my limits."
Then, she saw it. He was hard. Pushing against the fabric of his athletic shorts, the tell-tale rise of an erect cock was hard not to notice. Immediately, she drew in her breath. The imprint on his shorts was massive. He was staring at her, and he knew she was looking at his crotch. She couldn't take her eyes off of his cock, even though she knew she should look away. It took all of her willpower avert her gaze and look Jamal in the eyes, and his smile had only grown bigger.
"Sorry about that, I get that way after a run, can't help it. Get out there for an hour, running around, and then you sit down...well that bloods gotta go somewhere." He laughed, as he brought the glass to his mouth. The noise of the ice echoed through the kitchen as he drained half the glass. "And I gotta be honest here girl, that dress, and that ass, and what's peeking out isn't helping much" He said as he pointed to her chest.
"What do you..." She began to ask, and she looked down. Her nipples were rock hard, and clearly visible. Her breasts were small, but very perky. The cold, and lust had only exaggerated them more in her dress.
"I'm sorry!" She quickly apologized. "That is, well, it's not something I'm used to seeing".
