0 comments/ 10205 views/ 3 favorites Addicted to Sir By: sassybutsub4u I have to hurry he will be expecting me. i look at the note again. Short and simple. White baby doll, white thigh high stockings, and white open toe heels. Meet me at "our" place. My shower is done. Shaved, as he likes it. Just the way He likes it, nails long and painted. I look at my clock. 20 minutes before I have to leave. My stomach is full of butterflies. I'm so excited. Sir is going to be there. I will be with him tonight. I need him so much. I finish dressing. It's 30 degrees Fahrenheit outside now so i choose a long coat to wear over my prescribed clothing. i check the mirror one more time. My hair is left long just the way he likes it. Minimal make-up just the way he likes it. Sometimes he likes me to wear cheap make-up but when he does he tells me. I check the note again. No mention of make up. I'm ready. i grab my purse and head to the bus stop. I only had to wait for 3 min. he always has everything timed so perfect. He wouldn't want me to be cold. I smile at this thoughtfulness. I truly do love him. I want him to be happy. i walk to the door of his house. I ring the bell once and wait patiently. He comes to the door. He opens the door. I look down and he puts his finger under my chin and has me looking at him. He takes me in his arms and holds me. There's my baby. He helps me take my coat off and hangs it in the hall closet. He tells me to present myself to Him. i know what this means. i know the spot well. i stand there with my legs apart about 24 inches apart. My hands locked behind my head. Elbows out even with my body. Eyes straight mouth open ever so slightly. (easy access at all times. i have heard it so many times). He touches me. He touches my hair and smells it. He is Happy. He feels my face, my lips. He runs my fingers over my teeth. He is pleased. i brushed them very well. He grabs my hair in His hand and pulls my hair back as He uses his other hand to run it over my neck. He stops briefly at the front of my neck. Places a little bit of pressure just to remind me who controls the breath i breathe. i can feel myself getting wet. He smiles He already knows. He always knows. He lets go of my hair and runs His hands over my shoulders and breasts. Weighing each breast in His hand. He runs His hand over my stomach and down my legs. Never touching what wants so much to be touched. i start to fidget. He reaches up to my neck and tells me to hold still. He is mad. I start to cry. i'm sorry. i would do anything to make Him mad at me. i try extra heard to stand still. He finishes his assessment of me. Making sure i didn't miss anything. My legs, my toenails, my back, and every inch of me he claims for his own. He then puts His hands between my legs. I'm wet. He chuckles. i try so hard not to move. i want so much to move closer to His hands. He knows my buttons. He pushes His thumb inside of me. He knows what i need and how to give it to me. My knees are getting so wobbly. i want so much to keep Him happy. i try so hard not to move. Oh my gosh\\\\\\\ it feels so good. i need him so much. Please please please.... He moves away from me. Tells me to make him a drink and sits on the sofa. i know how He likes His drinks made. Soda first then ice. Never the opposite. He can tell. I make the drink and I bring it to Him. He opens his legs and motions me into my most favorite position. On my knees between His legs. My chest on His. His arms around me. i love this position. i feel so loved and safe. He is happy with me. He says nothing. He just holds me while enjoying His drink. i'm just enjoying his closeness. His smell, His strength. i need Him so much. i try to touch Him. and He says no. i stop. i just lay there. Then He says. Go to the room i will be there. Place your restraints on. Leave your clothes on. i get up and go to his bedroom. my restraints are there on the bed. Red and black leather with lamb's wool in the middle. They are suspension cuffs. i put them on as told. i sit at the bed quiet. My legs slightly apart and my mouth ever so slightly open. I can't forget anything. i need Him so much. i wait for Him. He comes into the room. He looks at me. i lower my eyes. He tells me to lie back. He connects the cuffs to the chains already on the bed. Then he does the same with the shackles. i'm now spread eagle on the bed. He covers my eyes with a blindfold. No matter how i move i can't see anything. He then covers my ears with earphones. i know the music. It's His music. i'm so excited. i can't hear anything and i can't see anything. And i can't really even feel anything. i'm just lying there. No way of knowing what He is up too. i feel him getting on the bed. He is near me. i can' smell Him. I love His smell. He puts pillows behind my head and under my pelvis. He kisses me. He kisses so good. i close my eyes and loose myself in His wonderful being. i need him so much. He finally touches me. He uses His hand. He has such large hands. He is a big man. I feel Him entering me with His hands. He knows all the buttons. Oh my gosh i need to come so bad. i ask and He slapped me. Told me not to talk. He puts a ball gag on me. He does place the small bell in my hand. He is always making sure i'm safe. He loves me so much. His hand returns. it feels so good. i can't stop it. never can. i need to cumm. He goes deep and i feel Him moving His hands inside of me. i have to cumm. i cumm and cumm. He keeps it up. i keep cumin. Oh gosh it feels so good. i need Him so much. Again and again i cumm. Then He is off the bed. I feel lost. He is gone. I can't smell Him. i don't feel him. i need Him. i feel the cold of lubricant as He puts it on me. And then i feel it entering me. It's big. Very big. i feel it everywhere. It hurts ever so much. It hurts my insides. i feel Him moving on top of me. i feel Him using that huge dildo on me. He starts to bite my neck. ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my gosh it feels so good. aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh help me please. i'm lost. i can't find my way. i attempt to grab for Him. i can't move i can't touch Him. i need Him so much. i need Him. The dildo is removed i'm cold. i'm alone. i'm tired. I've come at least 20 times by now. He kneels on top of me and enters me. He holds himself deep in me. I can feel Him. its not cumm He is urinated inside of me. i feel it hot. And running out of me. Seems he had put a diaper under me with the pillow. He gets off of me and places the diaper on me properly. He takes the headphones off and the ball gag and blind fold off. He is looking at me. I love him so much. He undid me and i beg him to allow me to please him. He agrees i prop him on pillows. And place a pillow between His legs. I know what he likes. He loves a good blow job.. He likes it rough at times and then slow and easy. Same rhythm all the time. He flips the channel on the TV. i know what he is doing. He is trying to get his mind off of what i'm doing. but i know. i know what makes him happy. i can see it in His eyes. He lasts for an hour and He is loosing ground. I know his spots. i will make him happy. It's his turn now. Then i see it. He arches His back. And comes. I take every drop. I want all of Him. He is ready for sleep now and so am i. We both go sleep. i leave to go home and get changed to go to work. My stomach hurts so much. All those orgasms. Worse then doing a 100 sit ups. i tell the ladies i work with that i started a new exercise regiment. It hurts so good. I smile to myself. This pain is from my Dom. He loves me. And i love Him. I can't wait to get the next call. Addicted to Somali Women Anal sex is considered haram according to the most sacred rules of Islam, but I can't help but feel great pleasure as my boyfriend Marcus Claude slides his pole deep inside my bum hole. I lay on the couch, naked save for my hijab, legs spread and jaw slack as Marcus continued fucking me in the ass. In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Abshiro Wahid, and I'm a young Somali woman living in the City of London, England. I was born in Somaliland but spent eighteen of my twenty three years in the United Kingdom. I'm as Westernized as can be, much to the chagrin of my parents, Ali and Amaal Wahid. I love anal sex, and I'm a Muslim woman who doesn't care whose pride it may hurt when I confess my present and future sexual sins. Don't like it? Too bad, because it's my body and I will fuck if I want to! Marcus groans as he continues drilling my butt. I gently run my hands through his chest hairs as he pounds me. My sexy Haitian stud leans over and buries his face between my tits, and I moan in delight. I wrap my arms around him and urge him to fuck me harder. Marcus laughs, and tells me that he loves the feel of my tight Somali ass around his big Haitian dick. I can't get enough of him, and I want him to know it. We're really loud as we go at it in my dormitory at Cambridge University, and we couldn't care less. Besides, whether we're African or Afro-Caribbean, Christian or Muslim, us Blacks have a reputation for being loud and passionate. It's in our blood, I believe. I think my flatmates at Cambridge expect me to be loud, and whenever my boyfriend comes over, we certainly don't disappoint them. As Marcus continues fucking my ass, I gently rub my pussy lips. Nothing like the feel of a big dick in her ass to rev up a woman's sexual engine. My pussy is so fucking wet it's not even funny. I thrust two fingers inside my wet cunt as Marcus cock continues stretching my anal cavity. By Allah, this man just keeps going and going like the frigging energizer bunny! I close my eyes and simply let go as he pounds away at me, and he starts really tearing up my ass with his magic stick. Marcus introduced me to anal sex a month and a half ago, and while I was very reluctant to try it the first time, now I can't get enough of it. I didn't think women could become addicted to anal sex. I thought it was just something gay guys did. Marcus showed me the error of my ways, and now I'm happy to say that I'm an anal-loving Somali slut. Just like so many of my Somali sisters before me, no doubt, I'm just more open about it. After pounding my ass for like an hour, Marcus eases his cock out of me. I wince, for even with the lubricant, his dick felt huge in my asshole. Marcus smiles at me and asks me if I'm okay. I was about to answer him when something, well, untoward happened. Without warning, my ass muscles unclenched, suddenly feeling empty due to Marcus penis vacating my anal cavity...and I released a loud, wet fart that I didn't even realize I had been holding. Damn. Could anything more embarrassing happen? I looked at Marcus sheepishly, and felt myself shrink as I said sorry. Marcus laughed, and then he squeezed out a loud, wet fart himself. I rolled my eyes at him and playfully smacked his chest. Marcus laughed, and asked me why I did that. I grinned and told him that unlike his, my farts didn't smell. And I said it with a straight face, too. Marcus and I took a breather, and he went to the bedroom to get some more condoms and lubricant. I lay there on the couch, fingering my pussy. Truth be told, my ass was sore and while I did enjoy having Marcus cock inside my bum hole, I think I've had enough dick up my ass for one day. I pulled out the dildo I normally hid under the couch and gently eased it out of its plastic container. I'm a dirty gal in every way except when it comes to sexual hygiene. In order words, I clean up my toys after sex so nothing bad happens. This shiny green dildo is one of my favorites. I've had it for years. I rubbed its head against my pussy lips, and gently began fucking my pussy with it. I admit that I probably love anal sex more than the next gal, but pleasuring my pussy is important to me too. Marcus is a terrific lover and a wonderful guy. I care for him a great deal and he rocks in the bedroom. Still, sometimes I think he likes my ass more than he likes my pussy. I'd prefer for my boyfriend to like all of me, you know? When Marcus came back with the condoms and lubricant, he found me in a compromising position, to say the least. He just stood there and jerked off while watching me fuck my pussy with the dildo. I had my eyes closed and didn't open them until I heard him moan in pleasure as he came. I was MAD, and the fool couldn't figure out why. I leapt to my feet, and stormed over to him. Marcus actually shrank back from me. I looked at our reflections in the wall mirror. What a sharp contrast between us! The six-foot-four, dark-skinned and muscular, gloriously naked Haitian guy shrinking back from the five-foot-eight, curvy and light-skinned, birthday-suit-clad and hijab-wearing Somali woman. Ha! Who says us women aren't tougher than men? Marcus laughed nervously, and asked me what was up. I glared at him imperiously and told him that he had no right to masturbate while watching me fuck myself without MY expressed permission. He shot me a sheepish grin and apologized. I smirked, and told him that as punishment, I'd deny him my booty until further notice. Marcus eyes widened, and I knew then that he would do anything I asked because this man loves my big brown booty. He's an ass worshiper of the first caliber. Nubian ass worship, that's his main thing. Marcus literally got on his knees and begged me to have anal sex with. I smiled as I watched him grovel, and a wicked idea sprang into my conniving and twisted mind. Want anal sex, bud? Sure thing. Lube up while I fetch the harness for my strap-on dildo! Marcus eyes widened like saucers when he saw that I meant business. I waved the dildo in front of his face, and told him that if he wanted a shot at my ass again, he'd have to prove himself...by letting me fuck his ass. Marcus looked at me with puppy-like eyes and surrendered. I smiled, and made him assume the position. I spread his ass cheeks wide open, applied lubricant on his anus, and then pressed my strap-on dildo against his bum hole. I admired our reflections in the mirror. A big Haitian man on all fours, completely naked, and getting fucked by his strap-on-wielding and hijab-wearing, gorgeously naked Somali girlfriend. Hot! I lubricated the dildo, then inserted it into Marcus asshole. The big Haitian man groaned as I penetrated him. I sank the dildo deep inside of him, and Marcus began to whine. I slapped his ass and ordered him to be quiet. I mean, I've taken his eight-inch, uncircumcised cock up my ass more times than I care to count, and we had a lot of fun that way. I didn't whine half as much as he did while I fucked him in the ass, that's for sure. When it was him fucking me up the ass, I took it like a champ. Tight-lipped, with barely a moan out of my lips. That's how a strong young Black woman behaves when her sexy Black boyfriend fucks her in the ass. Someone should have shared a similar message with my boyfriend, because he wasn't looking too hot with my dildo up his ass. Marcus apparently could dish it out but had trouble taking it, for he howled as I sodomized him with my dildo. Emboldened by his screams and the awesome feeling of power I had over him, I slammed my dildo up his ass, fucking my sexy Haitian stud until he begged for mercy. I pulled my dildo out of his dirty ass, and Marcus slumped on the floor. I squatted over his face, and ordered him to lick my pussy. He hesitated, and I smacked his face. Obediently, Marcus licked my pussy. I smiled as I totally dominated my man, mind, body and soul. That day, things forever changed between Marcus and myself. We had opened a fascinating, sensual and potentially dangerous door, and I knew that our relationship would never be the same afterwards. I'm a quiet and pious, conservatively dressed and hijab-wearing Somali gal with an outwardly peaceful life, yet behind closed doors I become a sexual cyclone. I love getting fucked by my man, and I love having him inside of me, but I also yearn to dominate. I have it in me to be very dominant, and today we kind of discovered that Marcus, the ass-breaking ebony stud with the big dick has it in him to be very submissive. I smiled at my boyfriend as we headed to the showers. We'd have a talk to talk about at supper time, that's for sure.