I stepped away from her, she looked at me in confusion.
"Take off your clothes," I told her.
"You're not gonna help me?" she asked with a confused smile.
"Listen here gal, lets understand something here.You are a whore and I will treat you like my fucking whore. I will eat you, spank you, fuck you, use you, fuck all your holes, your pussy, mouth and ass.....you are my toy..my slut. There is no equality here, we are not equals, you are mine. My slut, my whore, for me to use as I please, do you hear me?"
"Yes" she whispered, "I hear you."
"Now here's the thing. You have a choice to make, right now. If this isn't for you, tell me now, I'll call an Uber for you, delete your number and forget you ever existed. You can go back to your sane, boring, predictable life. If you stay here, you agree to my conditions. It means you agree to be my whore, it means you want to be my whore. You want to know how it feels to lose control, to bring out that inner slut that lives deep down in you, bring her out in the open, let her play, let the vanilla you take a step back and let the slut you be in charge. I will not judge you. Any nasty, filthy, kinky, devious thought you've ever wanted to explore, anything goes with me and in this house. You are in a safe zone, this is your safe zone, nothing we say and do here will ever get out to anybody else. No one will ever know your deepest darkest perversions but me. I will take care of you, I will help you bring out that inner slut in you. Together we will do any nasty, filthy, kinky, perverted thing we wanna do. Nothing is off limits unless we decide so. You hear me?"
"Yes."
"Cool. Now, make your decision. Tell me to call you an Uber and go back to your safe sane world. Or take off your clothes right now, show me you're willing and ready to take a plunge, stop existing and start living."
She looked at me intently for a minute, eyes wide open, lips slightly open. And then she gave me her answer.
Her hands slowly went to her blouse and she started undoing the buttons on her blouse. Her actions were slow and deliberate. Like she knew this was a turning point in her life and she wanted to savour every moment. She shrugged off her blouse and unclasped her bra, which fell down to the floor in a second. She unbuttoned her skirt and it fell down her hips and she was totally naked in front of me.
She was intoxicating!
She had soft goldish-white skin, the kind of skin that came with generations of living in a hot climate, not hours spent in a tanning machine. The soft light left an unnatural glow to her body, accentuating her hips and breasts and hair.There was a slight sheen of sweat all over her body. The aroma of her arousal was intoxicating.
I reached forward, cupped her face and lightly kissed her. I could feel her tension, apprehension. She was scared but she was fighting her fears and she was willing to trust me to take care of her.
This was a crucial time, too much aggression on my part and she might back out, not enough aggression and she might be turned off. This required a mix of aggression and gentleness. She was going to be gently but savagely introduced to her new life, a kinky white whore for a kinky black man.
I gently took her hand and led her to the sofa. I sat down on it, left her standing right before me.
"Show me this is what you want. Kneel down on the carper, take off my jeans and suck my cock," I told her.
She slowly knelt down, removed my shoes and socks and put them aside neatly. Unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped me. She pulled off my jeans, struggling to get them off my butt. I gave her no assistance. I wanted her to do all the work. I wanted her to know that she was a willing participant in this game we were playing. I wanted her to know I didn't give a fuck where she came from, how much money she made, how powerful she was in her job, how rich her daddy was. In this house, in this time and place, she had chosen to put that power aside, she had chosen to give that power to someone else, she was a submissive slave who had been looking for someone her whole life to put her in her place. To show her another world where she could give control to someone else and let her desires take over.
Finally, I was half naked. She had removed my jeans and carefully folded them and put them aside. She tentatively reached for my cock. I was rock hard, so hard my cock was throbbing painfully. She took a couple of tentative licks, the heat from my cock throbbing through her fingers. She slowly took me in her mouth and started sucking my cock. I could feel her teeth rubbing against my cock, something we would have to work on. She gained in confidence as she continued, in a few minutes she was bobbing up and down on my cock, her hair falling on her face and lying seductively on my lap. The sight of blonde hair lying on black skin was mesmerizing. I slowly reached out and pushed aside her hair.
"Eat my balls, suck on a black man's balls," I told her.
She got off my cock and started licking my balls and then swallowing them full.
"Yes, yes," I encouraged her, "like that, eat those balls, kiss them, feel them in your mouth."
My words of encouragement spurred her even more. She was working on my balls not, sucking them, kissing them, spit all over as she gobbled them.
Without warning I reached over and grabbed the back of her head. Pushed her mouth onto my cock and started raping her mouth. I could see the sudden change in tempo had surprised her. I didn't care, time to show her who was boss.
I savagely fucked her mouth.
"You think you came here to play?" I told her. "You came here to be fucked and used like a whore, and thats whats gonna happen. You're gonna learn to swallow this cock, choke on it. You're my fucking slut, you hear me?"
She couldn't answer. She valiantly tried to pull my hands away but my grip was solid. After a while she gave up and resigned herself to her fate. She was a sight. Snot was running down her nose, spit was running down her mouth, her eyes were watering, her face was red. I pulled out of her mouth and she fell, choking and coughing. The only thing that stopped her falling on me was my hands on her head. I stood up, hands still on her head, and started slapping her with my cock.
"This is what you came for. This is what you want, is it?" I asked.
"Yes," she croaked, gasping for breath.
"Louder!"
"Yes, yes...this is what I want, treat me like a whore, make me your fucking slut!"
The moment she said that I knew I had her, she was mine now.
I continued the assault for five minutes alternating between fucking her mouth savagely and giving her a few minutes respite to gather her breathe while slapping her face with my cock, sticking my balls in her mouth and calling her all kinds of names.
"Fucking white whore, suck on those balls. Choke on this black cock."
Her inner slut had taken over. The Slut was now fully in charge, playing and enjoying being let loose. Her face was a mess. Eyes red and puffy, face all red from being choked, hair all over in a mess, snot, spittle and saliva drooping down her nose and mouth and onto my cock and the floor. Yes she was in a trance, she was in another world. Eager and slobbering all over my cock like a starved animal. Moaning loudly while repeating all the nasty words I asked her to repeat. This wasn't the confident, pretty woman I'd met earlier in the evening, this was a sex-starved woman eager to get her fix of dominant cock. This was someone who had let loose all the social restraints she had placed on herself, she was free to be her real self and eager to show it to me.
I suddenly stopped, picked her up into my arms with her legs wrapped around my waist and carried her to the bedroom. Switched on the light and threw her onto the bed missionary style. I was in pure and utter lust, nothing mattered to me at that moment than devouring this woman. I was not going to make love to her, I was going to fuck her thoroughly. I swiftly tore off my t-shirt and climbed on top of her. Kissing her roughly, my cock searching for that pussy guided by the heat emanating from her core. Found it, wet with her juices, my precum adding to her juices. With one stroke I was fully into her and without any ceremony, I was pounding her like my life depended on it. I could hear her gasping and moaning but I was in my own world. I pounded her for five minutes straight and then I stopped. I was so close to cumming but not quite ready. I grabbed her thighs and hoisted her hips and pussy to my mouth. Smashed her pussy to my lips and chowed that pussy like there was candy in it. That was the final straw for her, she came violently, her hips strangling my neck as she writhed in the throes of pleasure. I hung in there, eating her pussy, tonguing her clit, kneading her ass with my hands.
When she had calmed down a bit, I went for my main prize. I slipped my hands through the back of her knees and bent her over, her knees now at her shoulders, her pussy and asshole in each reach. Her asshole is now my target. I love eating ass. I enjoy it even more than eating pussy. Eating pussy is something I do to get a woman into the mood, to make them cum and because they enjoy it. Eating ass is something I do because I enjoy it. There's something nasty and forbidden about eating ass. Smelling it, seeing the tiny rosebud winking at you, stroking it with your tongue while your partner moans while enjoying a forbidden sensation. You know what comes out of there yet the sensations when a tongue is deep in your asshole are orgasmic. Even nastier is when you eat ass and then kiss the woman so she can taste her own ass. I just love it, addicted to it.
