Taylor And Tanisha

"Ohmigod...!" I screamed again. I could feel another orgasm building, having lost count of how many I'd already had.

"C'mon, baby...you can take it!" Taylor, my neighbor's step-daughter, laughed in response, and continued to slam into me with her 8" strap-on dildo.

I was covered in sweat and hogtied, face-down on a coffee table. I'd been drugged, stripped, tied up, fondled, teased and fucked by this young white girl for almost an hour.

I was frightened, sore, exhausted and very confused - I was also extremely turned on.

IT ALL STARTED ONE YEAR AGO...

My name is Tanisha Henderson. I was born in Brooklyn, NY but I've lived and worked in Ashford, CT as a CPA for 25 years. I'm black, about 5'5", a little on the thick and curvy side, with short, curly (slightly greying) hair. I'm in my mid-50s and never married or had children.

Although there were times when that I've felt a little lonely, I've been relatively happy. I've got lots of friends and social activities to keep me busy.

A little more than a year ago, my next-door neighbor, Bob, married a woman he'd met through an online dating app. Susan is very nice, quiet and respectable. She has a daughter, Taylor, from a previous marriage.

Taylor is a short-haired, tomboyish blonde, with lots of tattoos on her arms, legs, back and neck. She's in her 20s and works as a manager at a used records and books store.

I had a "gut-feeling" about the girl the first time we met. She reminded me of all the "mean and trouble-maker girls" I'd known from high school and college; the one's who always seemed to get away with their shit.

Our relationship began when Taylor started up a conversation with me during the annual neighborhood barbecue. It was simple, casual small talk about books and music, nothing suspicious (despite my consistent "gut" sense). This led to other opportunities to talk, exchange text messages and eventually have drinks to chat. Despite our background and age differences, I started to like this smart, funny white chick.

DRUGGED, TIED AND FUCKED...

A while back, I received a text invite from Taylor to come over and binge watch episodes of one of our mutually favorite streaming shows. By this time, I was completely over (and a little ashamed of) my initial doubts about her. I gladly accepted and went over to their house that evening. Bob and Susan were away visiting her mother for the week.

We ordered take-out, opened a bottle of wine and settled in on the couch in the den. We watched an entire season of the show and opened a second bottle of wine; it was late, but I'd already decided to take the next day off. We talked and laughed. Our conversations ranged from streaming shows, to our jobs, to Taylor's parents and neighborhood gossip, and eventually to sex.

I hadn't been laid in quite a while (more than 5 years). Taylor had a very active regular sex life, with both women and men.

"I always wonder'd what bein' with a girl...woman was like..." I slurred. I was well past my 3-glass limit.

"I'd be happy to show you, if you really wanna know..." Taylor grinned, and stroked the back of my arm lightly with her finger-tips.

"Girl, stop..." I giggled. She made my skin tingle, but I didn't stop her.

"I'm serious..." Taylor said, pulling closer and kissing me on the neck.

I giggled again, but still I did nothing to stop her advances; I really missed being kissed like that. Taylor continued to kiss and nuzzle my neck, and then fondled my breasts. My giggles turned to moans, and next we were locked in a deep, wet kiss.

I swooned and gave in for a few minutes - I was instantly turned on and 100% horny. Taylor's hand was now between my legs and pressing against the crotch of my jeans.

"Whoa..." I finally said pulling away. "Let's jus' slow down...jus' a li'l bit..."

"OK..." Taylor replied as if nothing had happened. "It's cool."

She just picked up the remote and we began watching another show.

"I'm gonna get us some more wine..." Taylor announced, taking away the empty glasses and bottles.

I felt a major twinge of guilt and hoped that I hadn't offended her. Taylor soon returned with two refilled glasses and we drank and continued to watch the show. A few minutes later, I felt very "drowsy" and soon it was impossible to keep my eyes open.

When I did open my eyes again, I was completely naked and face-down on the large walnut coffee table. My wrists, ankles and thighs were tightly bound with silk scarves and secured to the table legs. I was on my knees with my lower half hanging over the edge. My head rested on a throw pillow from the couch.

A sensation that I hadn't experienced in years sent a chill up my spine. A tongue was expertly dancing against my clit, pussy and asshole, which were spread and bound in an open position.

"What the hell...?" I mumbled and unsuccessfully tugged at the restraints.

"I was wondering when you'd join me..." Taylor answered from behind me, raising her face from between my ass-cheeks. She inserted two fingers and began to slowly push and twist them inside me.

"Oh fuck..." I squealed when an unexpected orgasm made my eyes water. It had been way too long since someone had made me cum like that.

I shook my head a few times once the tremors had subsided.

"Did you...put somethin' in my fuckin' wine, Taylor...?!" I was outraged now. I definitely felt more than a wine-buzz.

"I figured you just needed a little more of a push in the right direction..." Taylor replied. "I could tell from the way you kissed me that you REALLY wanted to have a little 'lez-lovin'..."

"Are you fuckin' kidding me, Taylor...?!" I continued to protest. "Fuckin' let me go...!! You...you can't do this...!!"

"Duh..." Taylor answered sarcastically, re-inserting her fingers and pumping me harder. "No - can - are, and most definitely will!"

"Oh fuck..." I squealed again, when another orgasm overtook me a few minutes later. My toes curled under and my entire body shuddered this time.

"What kinda fuckin' magic does she have in her fuckin' fingers...?" I thought to myself.

"C'mon...you kinda like it, don't you?" Taylor asked, licking my juice from her fingers.

"You...are...fuckin' nuts..." I moaned.

"Probably true..." Taylor giggled. "And so lucky for you."

A few seconds later, Taylor spread my ample, brown ass-cheeks and began licking my ass and pussy again.

"Taylor, please..." I begged. "I can't...-gasp-...I can't..."

I just gave in this time and buried my face into the pillow, trying to muffle the moans. I truly loved and missed sex and the second orgasm, along with the lingering haze of wine and "drugs", had taken most of the fight out of me.

"Now I got a little surprise for you..." Taylor announced.

The next sensation I felt was from the silicone strap-on dildo that entered me.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned as Taylor slowly, then quickly began to fuck me. I'd actually allowed myself to believe that I'd never be fucked again.

"Oh yeah...!" Taylor cheered. "Ain't nuthin' like some black dick up in you, am I right...?"

She was now up on her toes and crouched behind me, firmly gripping my shoulders and thrusting downward into me. I (instinctively) arched my hips and raised my ass to accept each thrust.

"Yeah, that's right baby..." Taylor continued. "You like that black dick just as much as I do, don't you...?"

I only moaned.

"C'mon, tell me...!" Taylor said, increasing her thrusts. "Tell me you want this black dick...! I wanna hear you say it!"

"Yes...!" I finally cried out. "I want this black dick...!"

Taylor proceeded to pound me until I gave in to another orgasm.

"Guess I should give you a break..." she finally conceded.

She pulled out and removed the strap-on. She then loosened and removed the silk scarves that bound my arms and legs. I was relieved to be free of the restraints, but I still didn't move. I was close to exhausted and still in shock.

"I think you owe me..." Taylor said. She was sitting on the couch with her legs spread and rubbing herself. She showed me her best "bad-girl" grin.

I was mad as fuck - I should have slapped the taste out this crazy, white bitch's mouth, grabbed my shit and left, told her parents everything, and maybe even called the cops! Instead I crawled over to her and buried my face and mouth between her thighs. This was the first pussy I'd ever eaten (ate?), but I just tried to do what I would have found pleasing.

It didn't take long for her to cum in my mouth. I'd tasted (and swallowed) male cum a few times. Taylor tasted "sweet" by comparison.

"Bet you...wanna fuck me now..." she panted, pointing to the strap-on.

She helped me to put it on and make the adjustments. She laid on the carpet and spread her legs.

Payback and revenge were what I had in mind when I started fucking her.

"Oh hell yeah...fuck me..." she moaned as I stroked and pounded her. "Fuck my white pussy with that black dick..."

Her trash-talk turned me on even more. I found my second-wind and really gave her what she wanted.

"Flip over...!" I snarled at her.

Taylor did as I instructed and presented her ass to me. I gave her hard slaps on both cheeks that left red hand-prints on her pale skin.

"Spread that ass, bitch...!" I snapped. She spread herself open with both hands as I inserted the dildo, grabbed her hips and slammed her as long and hard as I could.

It gave me a rush each time she screamed and squealed. There was a ridge on the inner side of the strap-on that rubbed against my still very sensitive clit. Although I felt raw, I could tell I was going to cum again.

"Take that dick..." I said again. I inserted my finger into her tight asshole (something that my last boyfriend enjoyed doing to me). Taylor cried out a few more times and her body convulsed and went limp.

I kept pounding her, bouncing off of her skinny ass-cheeks, intent on 'dominating' this little white bitch! I felt like she (and I) deserved nothing less.

I eventually came too.

For a long while, she just laid there on the floor. I was slumped on the couch. Neither of us spoke for a while.

"Well, I'm going up to bed..." Taylor finally said rolling over, very nonchalantly. "Now, I know you're probably still...'a little mad at me'...but I just want you to know that I didn't mean any anything by it...I really like you, Tanisha..."

I just sat there in disbelief and listened. I wanted to fuck her some more or slap her.

"So, if you decide that you wanna just leave and never speak to me again, I'll understand...otherwise, you are more than welcome to come to bed with me and we can...maybe...we can keep fuckin' each other's brains out and see where this goes...?"

I sat there for a few minutes before gathering my things. Then I stopped and thought about it some more. I was still wearing the strap-on. I looked at her an she just shrugged.

"Yeah, okay..." I said. "I am definitely gonna keep fucking you." I said it more as threat.

"And I hope you don't fucking snore..." I added.

Taylor just smiled her perfect little 'another sneaky white girl gets away with her shit' smile, and led the way to her room.