I had literally melted into the grasp of the man, his calloused hands mauling me as he continued to suckle my tongue into his mouth. My voice mewed like a kitten, and I could feel my body suddenly highly aware of my surroundings. The wafting of air across my nearly naked form, his hand holding my bra-less breast through my charmuese blouse, the sound of someone dragging luggage down the hallway. All of it served to heighten the senses as he electrified me. For now I was his slave, his toy, and in pretend, his wife. The cool metal of the necklace and charm had warmed by my body heat, and the dangling charm began to stick to one side of my cleavage, the perspiration leaking from my pores adhering the shiny words to my skin.
I was able to turn my body, fully able to face him and not break the languid surrender of that kiss, the tip of my tongue wiggling against his as his thick, dark lips suckled my tongue into his mouth. My hands hung limply still, yet my hips started to act with a mind of their own, and I began to thrust against his fully-clothed body. The rough fabric of his jeans felt hard against my blonde strip of curly dark pubic hair. If anyone had a doubt, I was a natural brunette. All they need do was look under my skirt, or in this case, simply open their eyes. I was figuring the latter would be more likely. Ben didn't allow me to wear much while I was under his control.
He finally broke the kiss, and I reluctantly and softly groaned. There was something about that initial surrender that just did it for me. A combination of arousal, desire, need, and even debauchery that just made me shiver, in a good way. Today was no different. I smiled to him, flashing the smile made of braces when I was in high school, the taunting and teasing, of 'brace-face', and 'metal mouth', and kids calling loudly, asking what station I was picking up now worth it. My smile could open doors, even get lunch for me. Now, of course, I was using it for something I wanted even more. Ben. My Master. I wanted him so badly, I could feel the first slickness gathering at my folds. He didn't waste time with his own clothing, stripping himself to full nudity even as I stood before him. His black skin, and there was no other word for it, for he was dark as coal, was sheened with his body oil, and even in the light of the room, I could see every contour of his well-toned body. He wasn't the young-buck of his physical prime, but slightly older, probably in his late-30's, that time when our lives grow busier and things such as going to the gym gave way to more urgent tasks. For me, I didn't exercise much, and didn't have the stamina of an athlete, certainly. But in his youth, I bet Ben had more muscles than many, and even as his chest sagged a little, his arms and thighs were taut and strong and the muscles that controlled his manhood were well-developed, and strong. He stood there, his hands on his hips, and his cock was hardening as he stood there, his own arousal matching my own.
My eyes dropped to watch that magnificent organ develop into the woman-tamer it was, and I was sorely tempted to drop to my knees, and give it the adoration it commanded of me, yet this time I would not give him the blowjob I was tempted with. Instead I reached to my top, delicately grasping the hem in my fingertips with crossed arms, and lifting it higher and higher, exposing the rest of my body, until it was inverted over my head, and draped down my arms. I began to twist my wrists, twirling the satiny fabric tighter until the blouse became a binding, my wrists firmly encircled and held tightly by the silky material. I held it over my head, and took a few steps around the black Adonis, and made my way onto the bed, not bothering to pull down the covers. Not that I could anyways, with my arms bound. I made my hips swivel with each step, my spiked heels helping me in my task, until I reached a corner opposite him, and I lay back, my arms over my head. Using my heels and shrugging my way, I shivered across the bed, until I was diagonally across it, and my hands were hung on the corner furthest away, as if I was tied down. I looked to Ben, who was merely watching my lascivious display, and I licked my lips with a moan. "I will fuck you or whom pleases you, as you want, and any way you want." I purred. My repeating our litany assured him of my loyalty to Him, as well as sharing my need.
The moaning and writhing of my hips, straining at the pretended helplessness of my bound wrists had evidently become a greater demand on Ben than anything else currently, and he simply clambered on the bed, his knees between mine. Laying upon me, he flexed his abdomen, and curled his knees, lifting my hips until my body was bent, and my knees were tilted back, my shins now level. Cradled like this, I was indeed now helpless, as if I would want to stop his advances. My knees parted wider for him, as he lay his equipment atop my belly, the thick, black shaft almost leering at me with its slit as my eyes were drawn to it. The feeling it on my skin, warm and pulsing, almost like an alien tentacle, was also something I relished. I had surrendered control, given everything to Ben, my passion, my lust, and soon to be, my body. My heart was hammering and my chest was heaving, my large and deep breathing made my breasts sway gently as my eyes looked up from that delicious woman-pleaser. Eyes looking deeply into his, he didn't really smile much, other than perhaps that small grin of a man knowing he is going to mate, until he broke my gaze and looked down, his body tilting up on his heels, hands reaching for that thick tool.
