7 comments/ 46811 views/ 5 favorites Black Beat By: AfroerotiK Every August, kinksters from all over the country convene at the annual Black Beat Conference to let off a little steam, party, and revel in some dark debauchery. It's a common meeting ground for people of color in the BDSM community, and the people who admire them, to explore their fantasies with others. It was also an event perfectly suited for Rick and Tracy, as they were an interracial couple who liked to dabble in the D/s world, and the conference was only a hop, skip, and a jump from their Baltimore digs. They could go, check it out, and if they weren't particularly feeling the crowd, they could be home in less than a half hour. It was a gorgeous summer night, electricity was in the air, and the couple was feeling frisky and adventurous. Rick was anxious to attend the event, a little more so than perhaps he wanted to let on, because he was hoping his beautiful Ebony girlfriend of approximately four years would take the opportunity to explore her dominant side with a little greater gusto. He was hoping she would be inspired to be a little more adventurous, a bit more stern, that she would assume her true role as Domme to reduce him to the pain pig/oral slut he longed to be who worshipped at her feet. For Tracy, the weekend was nothing more than a chance to have some fun and release some of the pressure of her job as an attorney, perhaps even get off on a little exhibitionism. It wasn't as if the lovely lady was totally unfamiliar with the world of female domination. Elise Sutton, a Dominatrix who specializes in counseling for Doms and subs in loving relationships did a little match making, introduced the pair, and the two hit it off immediately. They were interdependent in the healthiest of ways; they traveled the world together, and just seemed to fit each other like a lock and key. It was their genuine love for one another that cemented their relationship; it was their equal alpha personalities that led them to explore opposite ends of the BDSM spectrum. Rick had always needed Tracy to be a little more sadistic during their play time but it seemed to be a little outside her comfort zone so he didn't push, he just held out hope that she would one day realize her true power and supremacy as a woman, and more specifically, as a woman of African descent. The hotel lobby was buzzing with activity. To the casual and oblivious observer, it could have been some sort of work-related conference. Everyone was dressed in their vanilla attire, mixing and mingling, registering, and signing up for presentations. "Honey, why don't you sign up for this class," Rick suggested, as he pointed to the sheet titled: Female Domination in Black and White. It wasn't so much the subject matter that made him push Tracy in that direction but it was the presenter. Mistress Khadijah was a stunningly beautiful Black Femdom who hailed from Tampa and he knew that she was exactly the type of woman who would get his girlfriend's bisexual juices flowing. Just one glance at the picture and that was enough for Tracy to say, "Sure, that looks good, I'll sign us up." "Oh, no," he said, "you go ahead and sign up for that, I'm going to be checking out some of the vendors to see if I can get some things for us to take home with us. Who knows what sorts of things they might have here? I'll be fine, we'll catch up with each other later in the room." It wasn't the most well thought out plan, to just leave his girlfriend by herself and hope that she would have a grand epiphany and realize that she really wanted to ride her man's face to the point of near suffocation. He'd done his research, however, and found out that Mistress Khadijah was the head of a woman's support group called "Black Women in Kink." He was sure there were going to be lots of women there who might help her see the female domination light. He couldn't have been more accurate if he had planned every detail. Tracy took her place in the front row, mainly to get an up close and personal view of the instructor. She had changed her clothing to something a bit more revealing but nothing like the other ladies who were leather-clad with their tits pushed up and falling out of corsets and bustiers. She glanced around the room and all she saw was women who looked like her. It was an odd sensation, in that she spent most of her time in a white world, the sensation of being among true peers was almost a little too much to digest. It was the speaker who held her attention the most. Her face, her hair, her body were mesmerizing. The way she moved about the room, the fluidity of her speech, delivered like a true professional, was all very impressive. Tracy had to concentrate to hear the words she spoke and pretend to take notes. Khadijah delivered with a powerful punch too. She asked the class by a show of hands how many owned white subs. With the exception of one woman, everyone raised their hand. She talked openly about how to best harp on racial differences and the necessity of Black women to start owning their true power. In her presentation, Mistress Khadijah extolled the virtues of forced oral. "Normally, eating a black woman's pussy is an honor and privilege that most subs should not be able to earn unless they are cleaning out the cum of a real man. In rare instances, when a Domme is in need of satisfaction and a real man isn't available, she can use the services of a sub to pleasure her. It is entirely up to you and at your discretion. It is a good idea to use a tens unit to administer pain to the tiny white cocks of the sub. Don't be afraid of damaging them. Most of the time, their pricks don't work anyway, and even when they do, they are too small to please a real woman." Tracy squirmed in her seat. What was being said hit a little too close to home. She glanced around nervously at the other women who were whispering to one another and nodding in agreement. She thought for a minute that she might be the only woman in the room who was in a relationship with her "sub." She never really considered Rick her sub, she considered him her boyfriend who just happened to like a little rough play in the bedroom. Sensing her discomfort, Mistress Khadijah made eye contact with Tracy and held her gaze captive. It was in that moment, Tracy was able to get lost in the real reason she had signed up to take the class in the first place. Her attraction to Khadijah was intense. Sitting on the table before her, crossing her legs, Tracy was able to see directly up the skirt of the instructor, see her beautiful, shaved pussy just a few feet away. It was all she could do the keep herself from getting out of her seat and spreading those gorgeous brown thighs and burying her face in that soft, sweet, succulent pussy. While not a sub herself, there was no denying that she longed for the taste, scent, and feel of a woman in her life and in her arms. Mistress Khadijah was so confident, so unapologetic in her blackness, it aroused Tracy in a way she'd never experienced before. She swallowed hard as the Domme continued her lecture. "Choose your instruments of punishment carefully. The cat of nine tails is effective for when they behave badly, disobeying your orders. You can use a riding crop when you want to take out your frustrations from your day on him for no reason. It causes the most damage and will leave him to be unable to sit for days without thinking of your divine countenance. Paddles can be used when training your sub to make them perform tasks they don't want to do. Make him say, 'Oh Mistress, please beat my worthless cock and balls and show me what a repugnant, white worm I am, one that's not fit to eat your divine Black pussy or kiss the bottom of your holy foot.' Make him beg for more punishment, because most white subs are pain sluts anyway and want nothing more than to experience extreme torture." There was a ring of truth to her words but before she could wrap her head around the reality of it, before she could make sense of the feelings that were making her body ache with desire, the lecture was over. "So, what did you think?" Snapped back to reality, Tracy looked up as Mistress Khadijah towered over her. The other ladies were clearing the room, heading out to other presentations or over to the conference dungeon to put some of the tactics they learned into practice. "It was, uhmmmm . . . Hi, my name is Tracy." She stood and extended her hand to shake. It was too early to tip her hand that, truth be told, she had never been comfortable in her own skin playing up the racial differences to the degree that Mistress Khadijah seemed to exhibit. One of the things that makes a woman a good Domme is her ability to sense what isn't said. Mistress Khadijah said, without even so much as the usual pretense at casual conversation, "Is your sub here, you know, at the conference?" I could always go back with you to your room and give you some private lessons. On me." She winked. Things were moving too quickly for Tracy but her competitive nature came out and she accepted the offer. In the elevator, Mistress Khadijah moved closer. Whispering in her ear she said, "I saw you staring at my pussy. Did you like what you saw?" Without missing a beat, a figurative black beat as it were, Tracy took her hand and ran it down the small of her companion's back, over her full ass and in between her legs under she very short skirt. She slid her fingers in that hot, wet slit and manipulated the wet folds of flesh. She whispered back," I can't wait to stick my tongue in that hot pussy." The seal was broken. The two women had made a connection without all the pomp and circumstance of getting to know one another. In some sort of transcendent way, they were the same person. In some sort of other-worldly dimension, they had been meant to meet and connect immediately. Unaware of the connection that had been made, Rick was waiting anxiously in the room with all of his toys laid about, ready to show his lady. He'd gone all out and purchased metal sounds, needles, a crown of thorns, floggers, whips and a couple of CBT devices he was going to have to read up on the directions when he got home. He was naked and aroused, anxious for Tracy to try out any new techniques she'd learned in her class. When he heard the card in the door, he was excited to see how things had gone. "Honey, wait till you see all the stuff I got, we are going to have a lot of fun trying all this stuff out." He turned toward the door and froze momentarily. Instinctually, he covered himself with his hand and then let his hand fall to the side. This was his room, his domain; he saw no need to cover himself in the presence of a stranger. He saw Tracy and Mistress Khadijah, arm in arm, talking like old friends as they strolled in the room. "Honey, I want you to meet . . ." "Yes, Mistress Khadijah. I'm familiar. Enchante' mademoiselle. You are even more lovely in person." She extended her hand as he kissed the back of it softly. His body was alive with excitement. She looked him up and down, noticing what would normally be barely detectable movement in his cock, and smirked. Tracy felt a sense of pride in having Rick on display like that. His body was still in good shape and his nudity in contrast to their fully clothed frames, his pale flesh in contrast to their deeply melanated skin, was erotic. "What do we have here? I see you've been doing a little shopping. Care to try any of these things out?" Mistress Khadijah was circling the bed, examining all the new acquisitions. Tracy was getting more comfortable, taking her dress off and going down to her black garter belt, silk stockings, and bra. Without even asking Khadijah her preference, she said, "Khadijahi is here isn't here for you, she's here for me. You'll be allowed to pleasure me, but that's it." Rick could sense a newly discovered sense of power in Tracy, a confidence she'd never really displayed before. Mistress Khadijah approached Tracy from behind and cupped her breasts in her hand. She kissed along the back of her neck and her shoulders as Tracy surrendered to the sensation. Tiny moans of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt the soft tongue and lips of her new lover explore her hot spots. Tracy turned and faced Khadijah. They kissed. For the briefest of moments, Rick felt a pang of jealousy. The kiss was soft, sensual, powerful; the two women were sharing intimacy with their mouths. He cleared his throat, indicating that he wanted to be let in on the play too. That was the wrong thing to do as both women, again without communicating specifically, turned and decided to take out their wrath on him for interrupting their special moment. Instructed to lie on the bed, Rick's hands were securely restrained to the nightstands. Both ladies picked up respective instruments of torture and spoke of their plans of attack. Mistress Khadijah held the riding crop, slashing it through the air and sending waves of fear and adrenaline through Rick's prone body. Not to be outdone, Tracy grabbed a handful of simple clothespins from the collection of toys. She place one on the scrotum of her lover and saw him wince in discomfort. That was nothing compared to the first blow he felt delivered from Mistress Khadijah. He cried out in pain. It was sweet pain, a sensation he'd longed for for a very long time. "You better make sure he stays silent. How about you sit on his face to muffle any screams." Tracy felt a chill. The word "screams" seemed so extreme. She looked at Rick and his eyes said all that needed to be said. He wanted this. He craved it. Straddling his face, she lowered her pussy to his mouth as he felt yet another blow from the riding crop delivered to his balls, this one harder than before. Tracy massaged his lower belly with her soft, sensuous hands as he began to orally service his lover. The tender treatment didn't last long as another clothespin was applied to the head of his cock. This time, when another blow from the riding crop rained down on Rick, the wet pussy of his girlfriend muffled the evidence of his punishment. The sensations reverberated in Tracy's pussy and caused her to shudder. "Do it again," she moaned, as she began to enjoy not only the new sensation of having her pussy stimulated thusly but also the fact that their play was reaching new levels. "Here, you do it." Khadijah handed Tracy the riding crop. "Beat that worthless white cock. Go ahead." Khadijah placed the crop in Tracy's hand and guided it with her own. He hovered somewhere between consciousness and ecstasy. His senses were deprived and he was overwhelmed with the sensation of wanting to gasp for air along with the intense feelings in his throbbing cock. She had lowered her full weight on him and was making herself comfortable for a long ride. And what a ride it was. Her full ebony ass shielded his vision and her full frame prevented much movement on his part. The slippery folds of her pussy coated his face with juices as his tongue and jaw ached from trying his best to pleasure his Nubian goddess and give her pleasure. She masturbated herself back and forth at times, rubbing his nose from clit to asshole; the sexy scent of her cunt a stark contrast to the musky aroma of her asshole. He loved it; he loved every second of sweet torture. THWAP! Tracy felt light headed. It was harder than she had ever hit him before. At the same time, she felt Rick's tongue go into overdrive in her pussy, working to bring her to the edge of orgasm. She began bouncing up and down on his face, riding him, using his mouth on her pussy and asshole as she pleased. She got encouragement from Khadijah. "That's it, use him, make him suffer. You own him, you can do anything you want with him. Treat him like a lowly animal." Rick's arms ached as he pulled against the restraints. He didn't want to get free, he only wanted to pull Tracy's body closer, to feel his arms around the smooth, soft thighs of the woman who was riding his face to an orgasmic finish line. Blow after blow rained down on him, each time getting harder and harder, each time making Tracy's pussy gush with more delicious juice. In a zone, she was oblivious to anything other than her own pleasure. Khadijah was encouraging her, whispering in her ear things Rick could only imagine. He couldn't hear. His entire world was centered on the wet pussy that smothered his face and the steady punishment that was being delivered to his genitals. Mistress Khadijah caressed Tracy's body and inspired her to bring it home. An explosive orgasm was close at hand. Tracy bounced harder, driving his tongue in her deeper. She hit him harder, pushing him to satisfy her in ways she's never thought possible before. Khadijah was kissing her, driving her body and mind into sensory overload. Occasionally, she would raise herself up to give him a brief second of reprieve. For that instant, his eyes would be flooded with light, he would gasp for air like a man drowning and he would feel the cool air revive him. But rather than being the sensation he craved, he longed to feel the warmth and security of the weight of this beautiful Black woman as he teetered near the edge of suffocation and orgasm. She taunted him, teased him, asking him if he could take more. She began bouncing up and down, aroused by the idea of having that much control over another human being. Aroused that she could use his mouth and tongue for her pleasure with no regard for him at all. His ears were covered by her legs, he could barely hear her moans but he knew that she was about to cum. He sensed the muscles in her legs tighten up and she was more aggressive with her gyrations. He was going to be crushed but he had to make her cum, to feel her juices flow in his mouth. He was a thoroughbred and she was the champion jockey, about to win the sexual Preakness. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming." Exhausted, she fell on the bed, drained emotionally and sexually. Mistress Khadijah undid the restraints that held Rick captive and the two cuddled together. She grabbed her purse and was about to make her discrete exit when Tracy called out to her. "Wait, I'm not finished with you yet. Don't go." Smiling, she undressed and crawled in bed next to Tracy. The two would eventually make love in front of Rick while he was forced to watch, they would experiment with all the toys he had purchased and even a few that Mistress Khadijah had in her room before the weekend was over. Black Beat was certainly an enlightening experience for both Tracy and Rick and they headed home with a new sense of self-awareness and more clearly defined roles. Copyright 2008 AfroerotiK Black Beauty Aida was of Ethiopian descent. Dark skinned and lovely, she was living proof that the Ethiopians were one of the more handsome races of the human species. She was vibrant and alive, eager to be out and doing things. She had joined the local police force just as soon as she was able. She was thankful that the rules had been relaxed slightly in an attempt to get more women into the force, but for whatever reason, she had made it. She proved to be a good officer, easily able to hold her own in the rough and tumble of the standard police beat. She didn't need to be secluded in an office, typing, or standing duty watches at children's crossings. Stan was of mongrel descent. A number of nationalities had gone into his genetic heritage, none of whom were particularly anxious to claim Stan as their own. He'd been a cop for nearly twenty years and, despite a deep cynicism about people and their motives, he was a good cop. He was also Aida's partner and, in her humble opinion, a dyed-in-the-wool chauvinist pig. After the first couple of nights partnering him, Aida had challenged him to a contest in the gym. At first he'd laughed it off but, when he found she was set on it, agreed. The martial arts battle that followed was a lesson for both of them. Aida knew her skills and had faced up to Stan full of confidence. Unfortunately, Stan also knew his own abilities, and while Aida managed to give him a run, he took her down quite hard in the end. After the bout Stan conceded that it was possible that Aida could handle herself in the field. Aida found for her part that Stan was willing and able to back up his mouth with action. They got along a bit better after that. For the last couple of weeks Stan and Aida had been hassling one of the local gangs. They had recently acquired some new members and these newbies were trying to demonstrate how tough they were. This had resulted in extra work for Stan and Aida who didn't like it, responding with their own little zero tolerance program. They were checking out some back alleys in a response to a call when Aida saw Stan stumble and fall. He started to rise and then just slumped on the ground. Moving quickly towards him, eyes trying to look everywhere at once, Aida felt a sudden sting on her arm. Looking at it, she had time to register a dart had hit her, then things started to fade and she passed out. When Aida came around she found she way lying on a mattress, naked. Sitting on the end of the bed was Stan, also naked. Hearing her move, Stan turned to look at her. "There's some water on the side table," he told her. "You'll feel better after you drink some." Recognising good advice, Aida took a drink, and then looked around. Apart from the bed, mattress, side table and bottle of water, the room was empty. Their clothes, she noted, were included in the things not there. "What the hell?" she said to Stan, looking around. "Door's locked and window's barred," Sam told her. "We seem to be stuck." "They'll come looking for us, and they won't stop til they find us," said Aida, trying not to feel discouraged at their predicament. "Who caught us and have they said anything yet?" "Allow me to answer that question, dear lady," came a calm voice from a hidden speaker. "I have captured you, because you've been annoying some friends of mine lately, and I've decided to teach you a little lesson." "If you don't let us go pretty fast you'll find that we'll be doing more than just annoy you," rasped Stan. "Maybe. Maybe not. You have to follow all those little rules, like identify me and prove I did it. Hard if you're not around to do so." "If you kill us the department won't rest until they get you. You could easily find members of your damn gang having fatal accidents while resisting arrest." "You may rest easy. We have no intention of killing either of you unless you, Stan, fail to do one little task for us." Stan and Aida looked at each other. Aida shrugged, and Stan couldn't help noticing what a pleasant ripple it made as her breasts bounced. "What do you want me to do?" "It's quite a simple task," said the voice. "All you have to do is bend your partner over the bed and fuck her brains out. I'm sure you'll be able to manage this without any problems. You may even enjoy it. As soon as you're done, I'll toss a key in the room. By the time you get out, we'll be gone." "You're insane," snapped Stan. "I'm not going to rape my partner just to please you?" Next moment a slot was opened in the wall and a gun fired. Stan fancied he could hear the bullet whistling past his ear, and then there were the rather nasty sounds of the bullet ricocheting around the room. Stan and Aida just froze in place. "I'll be firing a gun into this room every five minutes until you do as requested," came the calm voice. "Sooner or later one of you will stop a bullet. You may find your partner would prefer to be screwed without any bullet holes in her." Stan sat on the bed and looked at Aida. Now what the hell did they do? Aida looked back, nervous tension plain on her face. Stan could have sworn that it was less than five minutes when the slot opened again and the gun spoke for a second time. Aida stifled a scream when she felt something disturb her hair. "Stan," she gasped. "Think of something. That one almost hit me." Shrugging, Stan stood up. "OK," he said. "Stand up, turn around, bend over and spread your legs." "Are you insane?" snapped Aida. "Do you seriously expect me to bend over so you can fuck me?" "In a word, yes," said Stan. "Would you rather that one or both of us stopped a few random bullets until one of us get killed?" Aida glared at him, mind racing, furious to discover that no alternatives offered themselves. "We don't know if they'll let us go afterwards," she pointed out. "I think they will," said Stan. "If they intended to kill us they could have done so quite easily. Neither do they seem to have raped you while you were unconscious, which they could have done. They just want to play their little game and then they'll go on their way, laughing." "But I don't want you to fuck me," stated Aida, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that Stan was male and his decision to have sex with her had apparently been made. "Hey, I'm not too happy about this either," said Stan. "It's just we don't have any choice in the matter." "For someone who's not too happy about it, you sure have one hell of a flagpole waving in front of you," thought Aida spitefully. Resigned, Aida didn't resist when Stan drew her to her feet and turned her to face the bed. A slight push on her back and she leant forward, legs apart, hands on the bed, and waited. Aida tensed, expecting Stan to just get busy and take her. She squawked when, instead of his cock, his hand closed over her pussy and started stroking it. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed. "Preparing you," snarled Stan. "If you're not hot and wet you may get hurt. I'm only thinking of your comfort." "My comfort, my arse," thought Aida savagely. "More likely thinking you might as well touch me up as well as fuck me." Knowing protests were useless, Aida gritted her teeth and stood there, Stan's fingers easing between her lips and caressing her insides. She gave a muffle shriek when Stand found her clitoris and started stroking it. "Sorry," came the glib apology. "Is that disturbing you? Can't be helped. I think you'll soon be ready." Swearing steadily under her breath, Aida realised that Stan was right. She could feel excitement rising in her, and she was wet and ready, no matter how much she might want to deny it. Aida felt Stan making adjustments to her pussy and then he was pushing into her. She gasped and squealed a little. He might have softened her up a trifle, but there seemed to be a great deal of him pushing into her. Stan pressed harder, stretching and filling her, and then pushed in even further. "For crying out loud, how big is that bloody thing?" gasped Aida. "Oh, stop whinging," snapped Stan. "It's not as though I'm enjoying this. I'm only doing it because I have to." "Oh, I'm sorry," cooed Aida. "Could you repeat that statement? I didn't quite catch it over the thunder of those pigs flying around the room." "Very funny," grunted Stan, giving a harder thrust and grinning at Aida's squeal. "You know damn well I wouldn't be doing this if I had a choice." "Like you'd even have a chance?" muttered Aida, then squealed again as she felt Stan ram home a little deeper. "Damn it," she yelled. "Take it easy." Her reply was another forceful thrust, with Stan grunting his satisfaction on finding himself finally fully home. "All right, you've done what they asked," gasped Aida. "You can take it out now." "Don't be silly," came the response as Stan pulled part way out and pushed home again. "They'll expect me to take you properly, not just give you a poke. If you're not woman enough to take a real man, just lie there until I'm finished." "Son of a bitch," screamed Aida. "I can take anything you can dish out, you bastard." She thrust her hips firmly back against Stan as he drove into her again. Stan grinned to himself and got to work in earnest, banging repeatedly into Aida's tender pussy. Aida matched his drive, thrusting hard back against him. Not able to handle a real man? Screw him. Stan did his best, showing his younger partner that a man could still make a good showing even if he was twice her age. He pumped his cock into Aida with growing enthusiasm. He'd probably never get another chance at her so he intended to make the most of it. Aida was clutching the bed, bracing herself against Stan's labours. She'd never have guessed the old bastard was so full of energy. Probably delighted to have a valid reason to fuck me, she surmised, and there's not a damn thing I can do other than stand here and take it. Stan could feel Aida moving in concert with him. She might be reluctant but she wasn't showing it with her body. Her bottom was bouncing in fine style as they came together. Watching her breasts swinging free as he pounded her, Stan reached around and his hands latched onto them. Ignoring Aida's startled protest, Stan squeezed her breasts hard, at the same time lifting his tempo and racing for home. Feeling Stan grab her breasts, Aida nearly revolted. A little hard to do, she acknowledged, when your pussy is full of cock and the hands on your breasts were holding you in position for a final surge. Then Stan was coming into her and Aida screamed, part lust as she came and part fury at Stan for making her. Standing there, still inside Aida, waiting while things settled down, Stan heard a tinkle. Looking over at the floor near the slot in the wall he saw a key on the floor. Finally pulling out, he retrieved the key and turned to the door. The key fitted and the door unlocked. Scattered on the floor outside the room was a great deal of broken glass and a small brush. Obviously they weren't going anywhere fast. Stand knelt and brushed the glass away, forming a path across the next room to the door on the far side. Aida walked behind him, sulking. Halfway across the room was a table. As they passed it, Aida saw a note on it. Speaking aloud for Stan's benefit she read the note. "Your clothes and things have been delivered to your station. Have fun getting there. When you get some free time, tune into Youtube for the latest video – 'Cops at Play'." Black Belt I immediately knew her type when she came into the studio. Shy, scared of loud noises and completely indecisive. A woman who had been kept under someone's thumb and now wanted to learn how to assert herself in her new free world. I would never have guessed that a black woman would have need of a martial arts expert. All my friends who went out with black women had informed the rest of us that they didn't need men; black women were dynamos that told men where to go and how to get there. So when Patti came into the studio, I sized her up with the eye of someone misinformed and strode over with the bravado of a dumb-ass. She was shorter than I was, barely 5' 4" and not more than 120 pounds, all in the right place and topped with a china doll face. She nervously clutched her purse and tried to hold my stare but chickened out as I got close. "Can I help you?" "I don't know. I want to learn how to defend myself." "You've come to the right place." I launched into the spiel, giving her my best remembered lines about the packages we offered but it all seemed hollow. I couldn't help seeing the furtive look in her eyes or the shaking that would overtake her every few minutes. She needed something more than a lesson. "Listen, Miss … " "Garner. Samantha Garner." "Miss Garner, you seem to be very nervous about something." He steered them over to a quiet corner, lightly holding her elbow. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" Samantha's eyes filled with tears and her body seemed to collapse in on itself. "He doesn't love me." "Excuse me?" "My boyfriend. He doesn't love me. He just fucks me." She spat the words out, surprising me with her anger. "I'm tired of just getting fucked." "Well, " I moved closer, whispering in her ear. "What are you looking for?" "I want to be fucked because I asked for it. Not because it's forced on me." She batted her pretty brown eyes at me. "Do you think you could help me?" "Uh, I think so. Come with me." I led her past the rooms of practicing students and the main office, heading to the back conference room that was never used. At the present time, it held plastic blocks of toilet paper and paper towels, two boxes of refills of liquid soap and boxes of gis for the students. I shut the door firmly behind us and turned to her, pushing a lock of my brown shaggy hair out of my face. "Fuck me." "What?" "Fuck me. Take me. Do whatever you want to me." I stepped closer to her, letting her feel the heat of my skin. "Pretend that I'm him." For a moment, she looked confused, then angry, then she attacked me. Her mouth slammed against mine and I was sure that I tasted blood as her tongue thrust past my lips. She pushed me against the wall, grinding her hips against mine while her hand stroked my hard rod. "Want that?" I breathed, sighing at the rough play of her hands across my chest and the pinches she was giving to my nipples. The shirt of my gi dropped to the floor along with my black belt. "Want my body? Take it." My words seemed to inflame her further and she pushed me back against a table, making me crash onto my back as she yanked my pants off. My cock sprung out, waving in the air while I watched her undress. Her body wasn't bad. She could stand to lose a few pounds but somehow, the extra weight seemed to fit her tiny body. She climbed on top of me and pressed a fat nipple into my mouth. I did my dutiful licking and sucking, then repeated the action on the other one as soon as she stuck it in my mouth. "God, that's good." She moaned and I sucked harder, wrenching a cry from her throat. I wasn't sure but I thought she came because her body went tense and she gasped loudly. When she sat on my dick, I was the one to gasp loudly. I hadn't expected it, nor did I realize that she would be as warm and tight as she was. "Fuck, for a white boy, you're pretty big." I moaned in response. She was slamming against me so hard and fast that I could barely breathe. In no time at all, I was pumping thick ropes of cum into her clutching pussy and she was whimpering in my ear. When both of us quit trembling, I gently dislodged her and cleaned myself on a clean gi and offered another to her. "My name's Steve." I smiled at her as she fixed her dress. "Want a free lesson?" She just laughed. Black Betty I'd like to introduce my best friends. There's Rob, who's a student and whoever he's going out with at the time. For a short time, he used sleep with my girlfriend, Carol who loves sex provided that it involves someone's dick and her cunt and dumped Rob because he insisted on a blow job (she believes that dicks should only be inserted in the orifice they were evolved to fit and had previously divorced her husband because he once came in her mouth. (The first time we spent an evening together, we met up at seven pm and by nine pm, we had visited three pubs and fucked twice before returning to the pub - but that's another story.) There's also Will and Mary who are married and in their mid thirties, Pete and Rita who are newly married and in their very late teens, John and Susie who are in their early twenties. A disparate group but we love each other's company. We are all very confident in the state of our relationships. On Weekend evenings the gang meet in one of the local pubs and drink too much together. We then end up at someone's house, usually either Mary and Will's or mine where we watch a film and drink cocktails until we fall asleep, leaving for home when we get round to it or using a spare bed if they're too drunk or tired to walk. Pete and Rita, being young, got fed up with this and started organising games - ones that could be played in the pub and others when we got to someone's house. A favourite was the card game Misère that is played like Whist except the intention is to lose as many hands as possible. The first person lays a card of their choice and each player lays another of the same suit, if possible, and if not plays any card they wish to. The highest card of the original suit wins the hand, except that if one or more trumps is played, the highest trump wins. For the first round, trumps are Spades, then Hearts, Clubs and Diamonds followed by No trumps then back to Spades etc. The value of the cards in every trick that you win is counted (An ace counts for one, a two scores two etc right up to a ten and every picture card each counting for ten points), a running total is kept and the person who has the least number at the end is the winner. There's an extra bonus in that if someone manages to win every trick in a round, then their entire score is reduced to zero. First they have to play as if they have a bad hand and hope that no-one notices because once someone notices, they can be forced to lose a trick by artful play and that will cause them to get a high score instead of zero. It's this strange idea of someone playing to win when everyone else is playing to lose that makes the game such fun. There's a lot of skill required so that if you do need to win a trick, it will have the lowest score possible, whereas if someone else is going to win a trick all the highest cards will need unloading onto it. One Saturday night in summer, Pete suggested that we liven it up a bit, and if everyone agreed we would play for our clothes instead. The rules would be: Everyone wears four items of clothing where a pair of anything counts as one item, for instance: Girls - Dress, Bra, Panties, Shoes. Men - Trousers, Shirt, Boxers, Shoes Jewellery, Watches, Belts, Suspender belts and any other accessories don't count and shouldn't be worn. The person with the highest score in each round loses an item, or pair of items, of clothing. The game continues with each trump until everyone is naked Anyone removing an item must stand on their chair and face the rest of the gang while they undress. If you manage to win all tricks in a round, you have a choice of either getting all your discarded clothes back, everyone else losing something or a player of your choice losing everything except for one item. If you win all the tricks except one, you lose two items as a punishment for not being good enough to win them all (even if you weren't trying) The first man and first girl to be naked have to pay a sexual forfeit. The last man and last girl to lose all their clothes win a sexual treat. Everyone else has to take a forfeit from the a list (preloaded with forfeits for the second man to lose all his clothes, the third girl and so on) There will be different forfeits for men and girls. All treats or forfeits must be Male/Female so no girl on girl or man on man action. If you're part of a couple, you will only do forfeits, or accept a treat you both agree to do it. If any penetrative sex was involved, condoms must be worn. We would agree what we would and wouldn't do at next Friday's pub session ready for a game on the Saturday at my house, a few doors away, after we'd got drunk at the pub. On the Friday we talked about who would be playing and any reservations they had. Obviously, couples had been talking about it all week. Neither Mary nor Will would do anything that took place below the waist unless it was with their spouse. Rob and his new girlfriend Jane where happy to do absolutely anything In fact, Jane proved to be a real tramp. She had screwed both the entire football and rugby teams at Rob's college in just one week. Pete and Rita would do anything John and Susie where happy to do anything. I would do anything, but Carol refused to give blow jobs. No boy on boy or girl on girl action. None of the girls would take anal sex except Jane so it was ruled out as not being an option. Now we had to agree on the treats and forfeits and if someone wasn't willing to do something, what they would do instead. First we decided that if Mary and Will wouldn't do anything below the waist, there was not much point in them accepting any of the prizes or forfeits, but they would have to passionately kiss all the winners and losers while still naked before the other forfeits or prizes took place (to warm us up). If Carol needed to give a blowjob, she would offer full sex instead. The easy ones to agree on were the forfeits for the first and last people naked. The first naked girl's forfeit would be to have full sex with the last man naked. The last naked girl's prize is for all four men to separately take it in turn to go muff diving on her - in a different room if she preferred. The first naked man would perform oral sex on all the girls - alone in a different room if he preferred. The second naked girl should take a shower with the second naked man and whatever occurred would not be any concern of the rest. The third naked girl and the third naked man should retire to a spare room and enjoy a 69 session. Come Saturday, we were all dressed for action (Carol was wearing one of my long shirts instead of a dress and never wore a bra so had a vest instead) when we met in the pub at 8.30pm My house had been tidied and made ready and we all sat down to do some heavy drinking. Pete and Rita apologised that although it had been their idea, they wanted to opt out of some possible activities. They had been talking about it all day and had decided that neither would be happy for the other fuck anyone other than their spouse. They offered the compromise that if Pete had to have sex with anyone, he should go down on her instead and if Rita, who had huge firm boobs, had to have sex with anyone she should give them a blowjob and a titwank instead. At eleven o'clock the pub closed and we were ready, drunk and horny so staggered down the road to my living room where I had set up a video camera and recorder (from where the following account is taken). Out came the cards and we started the first round. Mary lost her shoes. In the next round, Jane reached inside her dress and took off her bra in that special hidden way that only some girls know how to do, dropping it onto the floor through her skirt. Soon only Rob had still got his shoes on, by which time Susie was down to her lacy lingerie. Pete, Will and Carol lost their Shirts while Susie and Rita lost their dresses. Jane lost another round and reached up inside her skirt and took off her panties dropping them to the floor while still wearing only her dress with nothing underneath it. She then sat on her chair with her legs crossed letting those of us sitting opposite get a good view of her glistening minge. On the next round, Carol tried to win all the tricks but we noticed and she was forced to lose two items. Seeing that she was already down to just her vest and panties it made her the first person naked. "OK boys who's am I going to be fucking tonight?" she asked with a smirk as she got down from the chair. Susie lost her bra. "Tada!" as, to everyone's applause, she reached behind, undid the clip and let it fall to the floor revealing a great pair of puppies with pointed pink noses. She had a great body. This surprised me as she had always worn baggy things that didn't do her body any favours. Rita's bra was the next to go and the sight of her huge, firm, young breasts were enjoyed by everyone, especially the men. She was unlucky enough to lose her panties in the next round and as everyone whooped and cheered, she asked me to make sure the shower was nice and warm because she'd soon be showering with the second man to lose everything. Pete lost his Boxers making him the first man naked when he stood on the chair and revealed his long and somewhat crooked member on his youthful lean body. He waved his arms in the air in celebration of his success as everyone cheered. Rita told him "As your wife, I demanded that I'm the first to receive a tongue lashing from you before it gets tired working on the other three girls. And just you wait 'till I get you home! I'm feeling so horny that I going to give you a real seeing to. Provided, of course, that you don't let the family name down and that you give my girl friends a really good time." Susie lost her panties showing her lightly haired minge and we applauded when she stood on the chair and removed them while humming 'The Stripper'. The next four rounds lost both Will's and my trousers, Rob finally lost his shoes and Mary her dress. and then Will managed to win all the tricks and elected to make everyone still in the game remove an item. As a result, Rob and John both lost their trousers, I lost my shirt, Mary her Bra so that her huge tits hung down unsupported, and Jane, who still wore just her dress having taken off her lingerie inside in previous rounds, stood on her chair slipped the straps off her shoulders and dropped it to her ankles, showing us what a great toned body she had with a pair of small perky tits and her light brown écu trimmed into a neat brazillian. A spate of Wolf Whistles started as she stood there, from both sexes. "Except for Mary, that makes me the winning girl, so I'm looking forward to every one of you guys licking my pussy until I cum, chaps. Let's get on with the game. I'm really impatient now." Now there was just Rob, John, Will, Mary and myself. Rob and John had their shirts and everyone still had their underpants. "Carol, Who do you fancy having sex with tonight? Hans, Rob or Me?" John asked. "Well, as you all know Rob and Hans have both given me a good time in bed in the past, and I'll probably fuck Hans later anyway. However, judging by the huge tent in John's pants, I think I fancy him for a change, if Susie doesn't mind." "If you do, I'll screw Hans until he's no use to you." Replied Susie with a smile. I was looking forward to that but I lost my underpants in the next round meaning that I'd be taking a shower with Rita. She winked at me across the room and I blew her as kiss back as I stood on my chair and stepped out of my briefs. "Hasn't he got a great bum." called Jane. It was mutual admiration and I certainly wouldn't have minded bonking her sometime soon. Mary soon lost her panties and as she stood on her chair we could see the toll that having two children had taken on her body. "Look, whoever wins, this is what you'll be missing!" She said as she swing her tits in front of our faces. When the applause had ended and play resumed, John lost his shirt and we could see his slight potbelly. Will lost his final garment. Not a bad body for someone in his mid-thirties. "Lets get on guys, I'm drunk and falling asleep, and I want my oats before I go home." called Jane. Pete suggested "There's only Rob and John left, so let's just cut cards - Ace low, King high." "Good idea," answered John "You first..." They both stood on a chair. Rob drew a four, John a seven. Rob's shirt went to the ground. To find out who was to lose their underpants, they took two more cards. Rob drew a knave while John drew a six. "We have a winner." announced Pete as, to cheers John's boxers went down to his ankles revealing the huge todger that Carol had admired earlier. Will started singing "Get 'em down you Zulu warriors." and we all joined in as Rob took off the final garment of the competition and Will and Mary started walking round snogging everyone as they'd promised. They are both great kissers and they do it with full body contact making an 'll' shape not an 'A' as some people do, just joining at the head. They took their time doing it and by the time they had both gone round the circle every one of the men had a decent erection, and every girl's nipples were hard. "Can we borrow your spare bed, Hans?" asked Mary as she took her husband upstairs to suck one another off while the other girls seated themselves in a circle. Pete knelt lapped at Rita's cunt, as her breathing got harder and faster until she stopped breathing and let the orgasm take over. She kissed Pete said "Well done, my lover." and he moved on to Jane who had already climaxed having had John lapping her pussy. Pete worked his way round the circle of girls managing to make Susie and Carole cum before moving on to Jane. Myself, Rob, and John lined up to do the same trick with the winning Jane. I don't know how many succeeded because after my turn, Rita grabbed another bottle of wine dragged me and off to the shower. Within minutes the shower was running at a little above blood heat that we both agreed was the perfect temperature. We soaped each other all over including the private bits that are usually kept covered using just our hands and fingers. Rita spend in inordinate time with her arms round me washing my bum followed by my dick while I concentrated on her boobs and the tops of her thighs while my prick searched out the entrance of her vagina. "No, Pete wouldn't like you to do that." She said as I slipped two fingers into her slit instead. We eventually washed all the soap off. She kissed me and said "I've been building myself up all day to maybe giving one of my friends a blow job or a titwank. Looks like it's your lucky day - you'll get both!". She turned the shower off, dropped to her knees, took my wet cock in her mouth and licked the underside from base to tip and back. I started increasing in length as she took more and more into her mouth. When her mouth could take no more, she tightened her lips round me and wanked me with her lips while her tongue lapped up and down my prick. After a while she raised herself up so she could hold my dong between her ample breasts which as I've noted before, were HUGE, firm and were now wet and slippery. She slid my dick up and down between her jugs, and whenever my glans showed above her cleavage, she would lean her head forward and take it in her mouth. She had kept this up for a about a hundred strokes when I felt myself coming. I gushed over her tits with some ending under her chin. "Pete loves that too." she said as I knelt down to return the favour. My tongue opened both her outer and inner lips through the ample dark curls that covered her pudenda and explored her cunt as my nose massaged her clitoris. Soon she was breathing heavily while I extended first one finger then two into her sopping wet snatch and found her G spot which she acknowledged by taking a sharp intake of breath and shuddering. I continued massaging her G spot while raising my mouth to where her engorged clit had burst free from the covering hood. Blowing gently on her clit made her breaths deeper and faster and gently licking it with my tongue brought forth gentle moans which increased as I licked faster. When I started nibbling it with my lips her moans became more vocal until she came with a full body shudder. I went back to gentle blowin and licking until she had another couple of climaxes after which she cried "Enough! Enough! No more! I'm fully satisfied. I need to go home and screw my husband before you wear me out." I stood up and held her in my arms and said "Let's wash my spunk off you so you can go back to Pete." I put the shower on again and she screeched because it had gone cold in the half hour since I'd turned it off. I washed Rita with hot water from the tap and dried us both with fluffy towels. We crept past my bedroom where Carol was whimpering thanks to Rob's attentions and went downstairs to collect our clothes. John and Susie had gone back home to go down on one another, having been paired together for their forfeits. Mary and Will had gone home for a proper shag. Rob and Carol were still fucking in my bed, Pete was waiting for his wife to finish with me, proud that he'd managed to give good orgasms to three of the women and whisked Rita off home as soon as she was dressed for her turn, leaving Jane and I to entertain ourselves while we waiting for our partners to finish. "Did you have a lovely time?" I asked. "Of course, It's every woman's dream to have a queue of men lining up to lick her pussy until she cums, and you were the best." "Surely not..." "It's the trick you have of licking out my slit while tickling my clit with your nose. Are those two coming down soon or are we going to have to use your spare bed while we wait?" Well, Rob and Carol didn't surface until they'd had a repeat performance in the morning, so Jane and I had a great deal of fun fucking in the spare room... of course! The sound of Rob bonking Carol provided us with competition and whenever Carol screamed in pleasure, Jane tried to upstage her. She got out of bed and made me kneel behind her so I could fuck her doggy-fashion and after Carole's shrieks of pleasure had encouraged her to cum several times taking me with her twice, Jane pushed me back against the bed. While she was standing over me she took hold of my cock and rubbed it against her clit, I thought I would be burned - she had almost reached boiling point. Sliding my dick into her, I felt the impossible return of my lust. Her body clenched me tight and the intense heat of her soaked into my cock, warming me. Jane bit her lower lip and began to rise up and down. Her knees were locked tight arount my hips, but she stayed erect - not laying down to grind on me, or running her hands over me like Rita had earlier. As hot as I had grown again, I was starting to feel weak and spent. I tried to push up with my cock, to push against her downward thrusts. My hands inched up under her boobs and she moved them over her nipples which had become quite hard as she continued to ride me to further climaxes. The heat that warmed me seemed to be fading by degrees as if each thrust was drawing it out. Little waves of pleasure were going with it as each time she came was a bit fainter and her cunt became slacker. Though I was totally spent by now, the feel of her perfect breasts exited me and I pulled my legs up a bit and slid my hands under her arse, grabbing tight. Jane took hold of my wrists but I pushed up with my knob as she came down. Her eyes widened a bit as I pulled her back down, cocking my hips to reach as far into her pussy as I could. Jane tried to stifle a moan as I pushed down with my feet, bucking up again and down again as she continued to have little orgasms. My breath found the slow inhale and exhale I use when running. My arms and legs found a steady rhythm. Black Betty "I'm getting very dry and can't cum much more." Jane gasped, but the sight of her lovely boobs jiggling in front of me gave me a surge of energy and I kept fucking. Her hands groped at my chest and my mouth came down so it could suck her nipples. Another louder moan escaped her lips as I filled her cunt yet again with my seed and we fell back on the bed where we both fell asleep, exhausted but with my cock still inside her. I was fairly annoyed with Rob, because he'd left Carol's cunt so sore that I couldn't have fun with her that afternoon after we'd watched the video, though I doubt whether Jane's was much better. We played the game a few times more over the following months, and we found that six players, each wearing five items (additional socks for the men and stockings or tights for the women) was about optimum. The treats and forfeits for the last and first people to get naked stayed the same, apart from the losing girl and winning man not just screwing, but having to spend the whole night doing it. The second man and woman got to have something that was not quite a treat and not quite a forfeit - they had to spend the rest of the night together, but penetration was not allowed and they were videotaped to make certain that they didn't. Naturally, the videotape was shown as evidence at a later game. The girls thought that their first prize was not good enough and insisted that the winning girl could choose which of the men who would be fucking that night. Another variation was that if two men ended up with their own partners, they had to swap women for the prize or forfeit. Jane and Rob soon split up but Jane often rejoined us with her new boyfiends and often with her college room mate, Rachel. If they needed to, to match the number of girls and boys, Jane and Rachel would play as one person, both stripping as needed and letting the boys enjoy a threesome with two hot, fit girls. Jane and Rachel would sometimes get together with their prizes for a foursome which introduced most of the men to anal sex as they both enjoyed the feeling of having a dick in both their cunt and arse at the same time. Rob's new girlfriend, Roanne, enjoyed the game too. She was a very tall slim blonde with lovely firm tits who I was lucky enough to fuck on the first night she played with us and several times since. John's barely legal sister, Barbara, who was about to leave school joined us for a couple of games with a boy from her class and after she was the first girl naked and John was the last man naked at the end of one game, she was paired to fuck her brother. John was embarrassed that he would be committing incest with Barbie. I was paired with Carole for yet another session (I had already screwed her for or five times every night that week), so John and I swapped so that Carole could enjoy the pleasure of John's ginormous dick inside her for a night while I really enjoyed a night of Barbie's eighteen year old body which had not yet lost the covering of teenage puppy fat that made her entire body wonderfully soft. Barbie's young minge was still unstretched so the tightness of her young vagina made it a night that I look back on with relish. Especially how ripples of contractions went through her cunt every time I made her cum, milking my dick of a sacfull of spunk by her very tight, lubricious teenage pussy after she got me hard with a fabulous tit wank. Some weeks there would be two games in different houses as the popularity of the game spread otherwise the game took too long. One of the new games came up with the idea of swapping your two worst cards with the person on your left and if anyone played, won or was handed the queen of spades, known as Black Betty, they had to take something off whenever it happened. This doubled or trebled the rate clothes were removed and I wish we had thought of it earlier as by playing Black Betty rules more of us could play together. In the end, we got bored with the game having all screwed one another many times and I think I must have fucked every willing nubile girl or woman in our village as word spread about our game. They were good days while they lasted and we had a lot of fun as well as great sex. I wish I still had the video tapes to watch our games!