This is a continuation of Ella's story. She is a real person (as is Gabrialla) and chapter 2 moves from fact to her fantasies. The story focuses on a dominant interracial lesbian theme. If this is not to your taste, thank you for stopping by but please pass on this and move onto a different story.
ELLA
Ella stood in front of her bedroom mirror. She twisted one way and then the other, checking out the way she looked. It was scandalous. She might be an exhibitionist, but she couldn't possibly wear the dress that Miss Gabriella had just sent her. This was too outrageous, even for her.
The packaging still lay strewn about the room and she brushed some with her foot as she took a step back. No ... she couldn't possibly wear this!
The laced V-neck extended all the way down below her pierced belly button, leaving most of her breasts on display. If she was careful, she could keep her nipples covered, but the way they poked through the material left little to the imagination. As for the back, the top to bottom gap held together by the criss-cross lacing left most of her naked ass on show!
The lurid bright pink heels that had arrived with the dress were equally provocative. The pink strap criss-crossed up her calves and the platform sole was so high that she struggled to balance with each step.
She'd never looked as slutty...
She held her hands above her head, loving the way the blue dress hugged her curves as she posed this way and that. My God, she'd have to wear the dress and shoes when she went clubbing with the girls one night. She'd be the centre of attention.
The thought excited her even more. She locked her fingers behind her head and ground her hips like a lap dancer as she watched her reflection in the mirror.
Miss Gabriella would approve!
The instructions that had accompanied the packages were clear. She was to wear the dress and shoes when she visited Gabriella in Croydon this weekend. The invitation had taken her by surprise ... but somehow it didn't seem like an invitation. It felt more like a command.
The thought of returning to her home town was as exciting as it was nerve racking. She hadn't returned since she had escaped the area and there were a few people she had been glad to see the back of. But then, she'd be seeing Miss Gabriella again! Hopefully she would explain why she'd come to Brighton to search for her.
That's what she'd said. She'd come for her...
Recollections of their encounter came flooding back. It had been everything she'd ever imagined. Fuck, it had been even more than that. High on ecstasy, she'd drifted in and out of sleep but each time Miss Gabriella had awoken her and demanded more. The drowsier Ella was, the more demanding she had become.
Was there anything that hadn't been asked of her?
Except that Gabriella hadn't asked ... she'd taken as if it was her right.
Ella had licked her to several more orgasms ... had lain obediently still while she'd ground her black pussy on her face ... and had even responded to her demands for ass worship. Ella had always hated that thought but with this woman the act of complying so willingly had been so fucking hot.
As the night had worn on, she'd surprised herself over and over again by the way she'd so easily complied with the older woman's lewd wishes.
And when her own body had craved relief, Gabriella had allowed her to finger herself to orgasm. More than once. The older woman had propped herself up on the bed as Ella had masturbated. Oh fuck, she could still see that superior, cold, and yet incredibly hot look in her eyes as she'd watched. Her expression had remained the same, superior and detached, as Ella had fingered herself.
Gabriella's naked body, her aroma, her attitude and her dominance had all aroused Ella beyond belief. And the older woman had continually whispered dirty things to her as she made Ella submit to yet another sexual indignity.
The younger girl was her bitch and a whore, a little white slut whose only purpose was to be used by black women. And that was just as well because she knew how much Ella craved black pussy. She'd always known that, she'd said.
The words had found their way inside Ella's head.
It was true, she knew. Being brought up among so many strong black women had fed her libido. And ever since the night she'd spent with Miss Gabriella, she couldn't go for five minutes without thinking of her need to serve. She even looked at the black girls at work in a different way. Imagining, letting her thoughts wander...
Oh fuck! The growing heat between her legs was impossible to ignore.
She removed the dress in what seemed like seconds. Yanking open the drawer of her bedside cabinet, she pulled out her trusty pink vibrator and then collapsed on the bed. If she lay just so, she could see her reflection in the mirror.
She stared at her reflection as she lewdly spread her legs, sliding them as far apart as she could. She felt like a pornstar ... wanted to be one.
My God, she was so wet.
She let out a second moan as she switched on the vibe and slid the eight inches of pure joy deep inside her needy sex. Oh yesssss! She savoured the vibrations for a while and then tilted the toy slightly to vibrate against her clitoris. She almost passed out with the sensation and the thoughts inside her pretty little head.
She gurgled with joy. That had been a phrase that Gabriella had used and it stuck in Ella's mind. Her pretty little head, she'd said. It sounded so cute and sexy.
If only Gabriella could see her now. The older woman had teased her with talk of her strap-on. She raised her hips at the thought and thrust the pink phallus deeper. In her mind's eye, the black woman was on the other end of the cock, whispering dirty things again as she fucked her.
"Little Ella's a bitch ... a slut ... a whore," she'd chanted. "Little Ella wants to serve ... Little Ella craves black pussy..."
Even now, the phrases repeated over and over in her head.
She slid deeper into the mattress and thrust her hips upwards. Was this how she'd feel when Gabriella was fucking her? One hand rose to her right breast, her fingers caressing her sensitive nipple as she began to piston the vibrator in and out. What had started as a slow tease had quickly changed to an uncontrolled frenzy.
Behind her closed eyelids she could actually see that curvy black body with the big phallus thrusting from her loins. They weren't making love. Gabriella was fucking her doggie style. It was dirty and nasty and wonderful. It was pure lust and control.
It was exactly what Ella needed.
The black hips thrust forward again, driving the huge strap-on further into her. She raised her hips from the bed and moaned. She was helpless, at the woman's mercy. Being so used, so out of control, was so different to her normal life. The images in her mind sent waves of pleasure circling around her body.
She shut her eyes, revelling in the fantasy.
She could see herself but she was different. Her hair was bigger, much bigger and voluminous, back combed to increase the height. Her makeup was black and much thicker than normal, framing her eyes. Her huge hoop earrings swung from her ears with each thrust. Her cherry red painted lips were open and she was gasping with each powerful pump from those sexy black limbs.
Gabriella was thrusting harder into her now ... harder and harder as her own frenzy built up. Her hands clawed at Ella's hips, holding her in place.
Ella heard a rhythmic chanting and realised the sound was coming from her own lips. Her eyes rolled. She was out of her own control in her own fantasy. She was at Miss Gabriella's mercy now. The dominating woman was using her like an object—her object. She'd taken hold of Ella's hair extensions for leverage and was yanking her head back as she thrust harder, ignoring the whimpers of pain and pleasure.
