"Hello Mistress Wendy," Samuel said, smiling at the tall, slender, forty-something blonde female cashier as they stood at the back of the Walmart in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. They were near the Garden Center, which was deserted around this time. Wendy smiled coyly and took one last drag of her cigarette as she admired the big and tall, handsome young black man who stood before her, clad in a blue security uniform. What a mighty good man, Wendy thought.
It was late in the day, and Wendy was on her last half-hour break. The store had been quite busy, which was to be expected since summer had finally come to the Canadian capital. People came in to shop, and also to hang out. Dealing with so many customers could be overwhelming at times, but Wendy usually managed just fine. A strong woman adapts and survives, that's what Wendy always told herself.
"Dammit, Sam, I feel a tingle in my pussy every time you call me that," Wendy replied, and she took a look around, making sure they were alone. Pressing her body against her lover, Wendy kissed Sam, and he kissed her back. She purred like a kitten as he playfully smacked her pert derriere, and smiled up at him. Samuel was an ass man through and true, and Wendy loved that about them...
"I get hard whenever I see you, working at the customer service desk and looking all hot," Samuel said, and Wendy winked at him. All day Samuel stood at the door, dealing with customers. Politely but firmly, he asked to see receipts, and sometimes put up with bullshit when certain customers didn't want to comply. Samuel never lost his cool, although some clients irked the hell out of him. Wendy felt for him and sometimes stuck up for him, much to Sam's delight...
Somehow, over the past few months, the friendship between the two of them blossomed into something more. Samuel confessed his feelings to a surprised but delighted Wendy. Along the way, the big and tall young black man also admitted that he was curious about BDSM. More specifically, Samuel was turned on by white female dominance and black male submission. Yes, that type, controversial though it may be...
"Hmm, that negro dick gets all hard for me, eh?" Wendy whispered, and she watched as Samuel's breath quickened and he smiled and nodded. Wendy still felt uncomfortable with the practice of race play, even though Samuel told her that it turned him on. Wendy considered herself a hard-working and decent person, one who respected everyone regardless of race, religion, sexual orientation or gender. Wendy was nevertheless turned on by race play, although it disturbed her at the same time...
These days, Wendy found herself torn. On the one hand, she viewed herself as a fairly liberal and tolerant person. Could she truly be such a person if she enjoyed bending Samuel over, spanking him, flogging him and fucking him with a strap-on dildo while calling him some socially unacceptable terms? Even if Samuel consented to this, Wendy felt guilty about indulging him. Guilty, but with a pussy that was wet from excitement...
"Damn right, Mistress Wendy," Samuel replied, and Wendy playfully slapped his face, and then kissed him. Last night, they had themselves some fun at Wendy's place. And it was definitely one for the ages. Finally, Wendy stopped holding back and embraced Samuel's most kinky, politically incorrect and twisted fantasies. If he wanted to experience white female domination, the burly young black man definitely came to the right place. Today, Wendy found herself craving more...
