After the conclusion of the first chapter, I wasn't sure how to proceed, and still am not sure. Leave me some ideas in the comments so that I get inspired to continue, and of course, your feedback!
Some background:
This story is about a married Indian woman submitting herself to a black man, and what follows. It contains themes of BDSM, non-consent and humiliation. Read on at your own peril.
This is the second chapter in the series, I encourage you to read the first installment so you could continue into this part as well.
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It had been a day since Radhika's sexual escapade. What happened during and after Jerome pistoned her with his 10 inch monster still flooded her mind, some of the kinkiest stuff she had ever done in her life. She had let a black man into her vagina and stretched it out impossibly, and she knew she would never be the same. After she had come around his tool and he had pulled out, as he promised, he had Priya lick her pussy and clean her out, after which he kicked both of them out, getting Radhika's number before.
The 2 friends didn't say a word to each other as Priya drove her home. The taste of Radhika's slick juices were still fresh on Priya's mouth, and the feeling of Jerome in her pussy still roaming her consciousness. They were too embarrassed to indulge in small talk, but also so satisfied they couldn't hide their grins to each other, baring all their teeth on the ride home.
When they pulled up to Radhika's house, she awkwardly got out and thanked Priya for the ride, and rushed inside, leaving no space for Priya to talk to her.
And it was now the next morning. All Radhika could think about was Jerome and his beautiful dick, and the heights of pleasure he had taken her to in just 5 minutes. She couldn't wait to get more of him, but knew that only he could contact her, and she had to wait. She went about her household duties as usual, and was now on the couch, her son at school, deliberating about looking up porn videos, blissfully daydreaming about her experience the last day.
But she was abruptly pulled out of her reverie by the ring of her phone, startling her. She saw it was an unknown number, and decided to pick it up, with no clue who it was.
'So, is this my new slut Radhika?' came through the voice on the other hand, unmistakably Jerome. She could literally feel him smirking across the phone, knowing she was now like putty in her hands.
Trembling, she answered, 'Yes sir, it's me.' waiting for him to speak.
'I'm in my car right now, and I'm pulling into your driveway. Come out and greet me bitch.' And the line clicked dead.
She was immobilized, stunned. He really pulled up to her house in the middle of the day? Thank god this wasn't India, otherwise the neighbors would have found out within a second. They lived in a nice gated community, and the only way he could have found out her address is if he asked Priya, or so she thought.
She didn't have time to make any changes to her appearance, and she was wearing a salwar kameez, a traditional full body Indian dress. But since it was a casual and old house fit, it was actually tight for her, and thus hugged her fleshy corners presenting a tantalizing curvy image. Sighing, she walked over to her entrance, opening the door meekly.
And true to his word he was. Jerome was standing right outside, his car parked smack on her driveway, in a show of arrogance and domination. She was his property now, both body and assets.
Sneering at her, he flashed a toothy smile.
'Hello, my bitch, you looking fucking fine as usual! Now, greet your master the right way. Kneel on your doormat, and unzip my pants.'
This time, she had to put her foot down. There could be no way anybody could find out why he was here, especially after she had committed adultery last night, and the possibilities were simply too dangerous.
'I'm sorry Master, but I'm going to have to refuse. Please, please understand my situation. You really want me to kneel in front of you in a gated community? Please Master, I refuse to do that. You can do anything to me, but please do it behind the safety of my doors, I can't afford to be caught like this.'
Jerome knew she wouldn't do it anyway, but wanted her to feel as if she was getting a bargain, and that's why he said what he said. Happy that she fell for the bait and he could now exert his perverse desires on her, he continued, 'Hmm, I see, that's ok bitch, but you should have told me this before, I was quite looking forward to having some fun with you publicly, and now, I guess I'll have to punish you privately. Get your ass inside. Now.' He grinned, a sadistic expression on his face, terrifying Radhika. She had never indulged in rough sex until yesterday, and dreaded the punishment he had in store for her. But a win was a win. At Least he would do it to her in the confines of his own house, and nobody would ever see it.
Scanning the street clearly, relieved that there was no one, she nodded meekly, and opened the door, letting him inside.
He strode in past her, pushing her out of his way, and walked through the hallway to a broad living room, with an open kitchen on his right facing a garden and the rest of the street, with some privacy, and the bedrooms on the first floor. It was a neatly designed house, and clearly expensive as well, carefully maintained.
He looked around the place, impressed. He would definitely have some fun with his newest slut, even more so in this setting. A black man from the ghetto pumping a high class whore into oblivion.
Looking out the window, a nasty thought entered his mind. But he would act on it later.
'Alright baby, from now on, this is how you greet me. I walk in the door, and the first thing I want to see is you on your knees on your welcome mat, ready to unzip my pants and service me.' He snarled, looking at her face, reading through her meek facade, knowing there was lust lingering beyond those pretty black pupils.
By now, Radhika had been reduced to a meek version of herself, no longer confident in his presence, the only exception being when he brought her to her release the other day, when she had shouted her intentions for all she was worth.
But presently, she simply nodded wordlessly and cast her eyes down again, waiting for further instructions.