The next few weeks proved to be torture for her. She couldn't stop thinking about him and the motel room. About how she had found the courage to act out her fantasy of being a white man's slave girl, or about how he had been so good at being her "master." About how it had all made her lust blaze hotly, about how erotic and amazing it had been. And she couldn't stop thinking about his cock in her pussy. His hard, throbbing cock fucking her wet little twat and the mind bending orgasms she had experienced.
Mutually they agreed that the one night was only the first, that more had to follow. More must follow. Also, so that it would be easier to maintain their special "relationship," they should have minimal contact between encounters. The chance of building any serious feelings for one another and ruining the excitement of it all too dangerous for the time being.
So she spent those following weeks trying to keep busy and keep her mind off certain things. But it wasn't easy and several times she found her mind wandering . . . Wandering back to that night and the urges she had felt, the desire that had raged through her body, the lust that had so thoroughly consumed her.
She tried calling him a couple of times to see when they could get together again but each time he was unavailable so she left a message and went back to trying to stay busy.
Then a package arrived. A package for her. A package from him. Her hands shook as she opened it, her heart raced. Inside was an outfit and a short note telling her to be at the motel the following evening, that there would be a room reserved and that she was to get a key then wait for him. It also told her to wear the outfit he'd sent.
"The little slave girl is going to take her master's hard cock once again." It said in closing.
She felt her body growing warm as she read this, felt her pussy start to ache from the memories flashing through her mind.
The outfit went along with the motif of their "relationship." It consisted of a simple white and blue checker-design dress, with a flat open front and two straps that went over her shoulders. Its hem hung to just above her knees and it had a ribbon at the waist back for tightening it and helping to display her curves. Also in the package was a pair of plain, white cotton panties and a pair of sandals.
Trying the items on she checked her reflection in the mirror and her heart stuttered over a couple beats. The dress was slightly loose, very slightly, as though it was a hand-me-down, and she instantly saw the way it brought their game to the next level. Deep inside her loins she felt her lustful embers start to glow, another wave of passionate heat washing through her body.
In the motel room the next day she quickly changed from her street clothing into the "slave girl dress" and waited for her master to arrive. On the little table was a bottle of liquor and she helped herself to a glass of it. The liquid helped to calm her quaking nerves slightly, but she still felt herself growing anxious as the minutes slowly crept by. Pacing around the room in her dress and sandals her mind raced with a mixture of memories from the previous encounter and imaginings of what this one might hold. Even with the room's AC blowing out its cool air she felt her body heating up, felt her anticipation stirring the embers of her lust.
When she heard the door being opened her breath caught in her throat and her heart faltered for a second. Quickly she moved into a spot near the table and posed herself demurely, with her hands clasped in front of her. She had to force herself to keep her eyes diverted to the floor, resisting the urge to look up and watch him enter the room.
"Oh yea, look at my hot little slave girl," he sighed as he entered and walked toward her.
Goosebumps covered her flesh at the sound of his voice. Her lustful embers flashed to red-hot coals of passion.
She waited as he approached her, watched his feet, then his legs, come into view. He stepped past her and poured himself a glass of the liquor before walking all the way around her a few times, his eyes crawling up and down her body as she fought to stand still. Her feet shifted as her nerves rattled inside her but she managed to keep her face and her eyes downcast.
He stopped in front of her. She saw his one hand come up, felt it cup her chin and lift her face to him. An electrical bolt shot through her body as his fingers touched her flesh. She raised her face to look at him, her eyes catching sight of a bulge already evident in his pants before moving upward to his face. They stared into each others' eyes for a minute as he cupped her chin, his thumb caressing her cheek. She could tell that he was looking for any signs of her faltering in her decision and knew that he would find none. Slowly a pleased grin formed on his mouth.
"Alright, slave," he whispered, "I think it's time to have a little fun."
Slowly her eyelids lowered then opened. A small shiver coursed through her body. He continued to look deep into her eyes for another minute then took a step back, releasing her chin.
"Hold this," he said, handing her his glass.
She took the item and held it while her eyes once again fell toward the floor. On the edges of her vision she saw him pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. He then kicked his shoes off as well so that he stood before her in only his pants, at the crotch of which his bulge was growing steadily more obvious.
"M- Master?" She whispered as he took his glass from her.
"Be quiet," he ordered.
Her heart raced as another shiver coursed through her body. Standing there, in the middle of the motel room, wearing the little dress and sandals, she suddenly started to feel vulnerable. She sensed, more than saw him, drain his glass then step forward to place it on the table. As he did his bare arm brushed against hers. Bolts of electricity shot through her from the contact, they raced along her nerves and fanned the embers burning hot within her loins.
"Come here," he growled then.
Roughly he grabbed her one arm and jerked her to him, his other hand reached around her to grab her ass and press her into him. She felt him grind against her, felt his hardening cock throb through the layers of clothing.
The one hand released her arm and grabbed her head, forcing her to tilt her face up to him. His lips pressed hard against hers as he delivered a long, heavy kiss. More shockwaves of electricity shot through her body, her nerves tingling excitedly. Within her loins her embers turned a bright red and her juices began to flow.
He pulled his lips away from hers and, holding her head in his hand, his fingers spreading out and adjusting her angle, he kissed his way down across her cheek to her neck. Laying a trail of warm, hungry kisses across her flesh he reached her ear and nibbled on the lobe while continuing to grind his crotch against her.
"M- Master," she whispered. "Pl- Please, master."
Her voice was soft and weak, the tone of a frightened girl, and it had an effect on him. His hand on her ass suddenly gripped her fleshy orb and squeezed while he shoved his throbbing cock at her through the clothing they still wore.
"Mmm," she bit her bottom lip as the embers of her passion burst into red-orange flames.
"I'm gonna have you," he whispered directly in her ear. "I'm gonna enjoy my slave."
He then nipped her earlobe, tugging on it gently with his teeth before returning to kiss a trail back up along her neck to her cheek and to her lips. Once there he laid his lips against hers again in another hard kiss.
This time when he pulled away he leaned back a little to look down at her, his eyes taking in her face, locking with hers for a brief moment. She tried to make herself look scared, tried to appear unhappy with what was happening and if it hadn't been for the way she was grinding against his growing cock she might have managed it.
"Pl- Please master, don't," she whispered. "Pl- Please."
"Oh yes," he answered, a grin on his face, his fingers slipping around to caress her cheek. "I'm gonna fuck you, girl. I'm gonna have my little slave girl's pussy tonight."
As the last word slipped from his mouth he drove their lips together once again. This time as his lips pressed against hers she felt his tongue pushing through. For a quick moment she kept her lips together but he persisted and she opened her mouth to allow him access. Their tongues swirled over one another, her instinct too strong to stop it.
She felt his hand slip down from her neck and head, felt it glide down her front, his fingers leaving hot trails across her flesh as they drew toward her breasts. Suddenly he had one of her tits in his hand and was cupping it, squeezing it through her dress. As his fingers massaged the dark, pliant mound, waves of desire flowed through her body. Raw, energetic pulses of passion tingled along her nerves.
"Mmmmm," she whimpered, her body reflexively pushing herself into his hand.
While they kissed his hand continued to massage her breast. At its front her nipple grew hard, blood filling it and making it stand erect beneath the dress. His other hand also continued to squeeze her ass cheek, pushing her into him as their bodies ground into one another. All of it, the roughness of his voice, the idea of the fantasy, the feel of his hand and his semi-erect cock pressing against her, was effecting her more and more. She felt her passions growing, felt her desires building. Between her legs she felt her juices flowing, her pussy growing damp. She rolled her tongue across his. Her body pressed harder against his crotch. He covered the front of her tit, flattening the hard nipple beneath his palm and she pushed the flesh mound into it harder.
When their kiss broke he pulled back to look down at her once again. She weakly returned his stare from beneath heavy lids, her mouth hanging open just a little. Her breathing was shallow, soft pants slipping past her open lips.
"Let's see the slave girl's tits," he hissed after only a few seconds.
Suddenly the hand on her ass flew up to join the other at her front. Both hands grabbed the low cut top edge of the dress then yanked hard. Stitching gave way and material ripped. One strap came completely unattached, the other held on by only a few threads. Her breasts bound into view, the dark mounds of flesh rolling and shimmying with their sudden release. Cool air swirled across her flesh and dark, swollen nipples. The dress now hung askew upon her, a portion of it hanging down in a flap.
"Hhuuuhhh," she gasped, then, "Pl- Please..."
"Oh yea," he sighed happily.
His hands came back up and he filled both of them with her tits, his fingers pressing into her flesh and squeezing. She dropped her eyes and saw his light skin covering her dark mounds, saw them molding her breasts, his fingers rolling her hard, dark, dark nipples between them.
"Pl- Please master," she whispered. "Please don't."
