She leaned back and holding me in her hands began to thrust upwards and fuck me. Whispering to me the entire time that I was her sweet, fat, white cow. She told me how beautiful I was, how much the crowd enjoyed me dancing and how much she and her daughter, Big E were enjoying me. It didn't take her long to make me orgasm and fall forward against her. Her face was against my breasts as she began to kiss one then the other, her hands manipulating and massaging them. My nipples were rock hard for her as her mouth worked over one and then the other. She reached up and grabbed my hair, tilting my head to one side and down and began kissing me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I kissed her back just as deeply. I was so intoxicated, so broken by now, that I couldn't help myself. I responded to everything she did to me and was hers completely. There was no resistance left in me. I didn't have a single thought of being independent anymore. I was owned and I knew it. When she finally broke the kiss, she patted my hip and I got up off of her, the strap-on sliding out of me slowly.
She stood up and led me to her desk. She pushed me forward until I was bent over it, my hands and forearms on it, my breasts just barely above it. Without a word she slid her strap-on slowly into my ass. I moaned and whimpered with every millimeter of the intrusion until the front of her hips met my ass cheeks. She held it there for a long moment and then she fucked me senseless.
When I say she fucked me senseless, I mean she took me. She took me hard. There was none of the somewhat gentle fucking of me from on the sofa. She began to thrust hard into my ass, grabbing my head by my hair and yanking it back hard. My breasts were soon mashed against the desk top and I was screaming with each thrust. She encouraged me as I screamed, slapping the side of my ass with each thrust as well, telling me that I'm her ass slut now. She told me I was made for this, that I needed to be controlled and fucked by strong black women. To my shame I was screaming and agreeing with her, telling her I was an ass slut, a cow, that she was my ass fucker. I came again for her as she fucked my ass. She pulled out and left me bent over her desk, gasping for air. She took me by the hair and yanked me up off the desk top and walked me over to a large window that looked out over the club. It was a thick, cold glass and I found this out when she smashed my face and tits against it. Even through that glass and the music below, I could hear the screams of the crowd when they saw me pinned against it. I was blinded by flashes from however many cellphones were held up as they took picture after picture of me, held naked against the glass by this powerful black woman.
She pulled me away after a minute or two and flung me to the floor. I crumpled on the floor, exhausted, intoxicated and fucked senseless by her. She picked up my thong and dropped it on me and told me to put it on. I managed to sit up and get my legs inside it and pull it up. She then told me to crawl my fat, fuckable ass to the door and I obeyed her. Right as I reached the door it opened and there stood Big E. She looked down at me and laughed. She reached down and grabbed me under one arm and yanked me to my feet. I swayed in front of her so she bent down some more rammed her shoulder into my stomach. The next thing I knew, I was draped over her shoulder and hanging upside down, my arms extended with my fingertips a foot or so above the floor. She patted my ass and turned and walked out with me like that.
I don't even remember going down all the stairs before I passed out...
