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Black Women are Goddesses

By: Samuelx



Sometimes, I have too much fun. Is that wrong? I don't think so. My name is Christine Joan Armand and I'm a six-foot-two, lean and muscular, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day I am a real estate agent. I'm quite good at what I do. I'm the CEO of Armand & Dale Realtors, a fast-growing and decidedly high-end real estate company. We have offices in cities like Brockton, Fall River, Norwood, Plymouth and Boston's South End. We're really making a dent in the statewide market. I have sixty five people working for me and they're a diverse bunch. African-Americans, Mexican-Americans, Cuban-Americans, Polish-Americans, Chinese-Americans and Irish folk. Selected from the best that Boston's business schools have to offer. Yeah, this sister is doing it big.

I love being a successful Black businesswoman in Massachusetts. However, it's not the only source of fulfillment for me. I need sex, and I like it rough. At night, I am a BDSM fanatic and one of the best dominants you will ever meet. I'm currently exploring the last frontier of BDSM, the truly forbidden realm of race play. It's a lot of fun for me. I do enjoy breaking down men and women and constantly remind them that I am the Boss of them. I'm bossy by nature so it comes easy to me. I guess you can say that I've been dominating other people my entire life, one way or another.

I am a dominant Black woman who truly likes to dominate other people. Especially white people. I enjoy making them bow down to the dominant and supreme Black goddess that I am. It's their place in life to submit to my superior will and serve me. And they know it. That's why they're so afraid of us Black women. Our strength, our beauty and our fierceness intimidates the hell out of them. Lots of white men and white women contact me on the Internet because they want to submit to a dominant Black goddess. Hell, I've had white female dominants from the world of BDSM seek me out because I bring out the submissive in them. And that is okay by me. They should kneel before Black women. We're goddesses.

Presently, I'm dominating two of my very willing interracial submission enthusiasts. A busty, alabaster-skinned and big-bottomed, blonde-haired Irishwoman named Miranda O'Shea and her husband, a tall and lean, curly-haired Irishman named Theodore Jenkins. Miranda is a professor at the local college and Theodore is an accountant with a firm in nearby Milton. They both do very well for themselves and own a nice house in the city of Brockton's affluent west side. And they're total sex freaks. Which works for me. I like to dominate white couples.

I am sitting on my throne while Miranda licks my right foot like the white bitch that she is. In my right hand I hold a scepter, as befitting a true Black queen like myself. In my left hand I hold a six-foot-long Black leather whip. I crack it, and the air around me whimpers. While Miranda licks my right foot, I fuck Theodore's ass with my left foot. I'm shoving my foot into the white man's ass and he's squealing like a punk. I am so loving it. His screams are music to those ears of mine. How I love that sound.

I order Miranda to stop licking my foot and the white slut obeys a second too late. I grab her face and smack her. I smack her hard. I can't stand those submissive white chicks who don't do exactly as they are told when their dominant mistress commands them. I tell Miranda that she's a worthless piece of white trash and she's nothing without the influence and guidance of a dominant Black mistress in her life. Miranda nods. I remove my foot from Theodore's ass and order him to watch as I work Miranda over. I also tell him that what happens to her will happen to him soon enough. A look of fear mixed with lust appears in his eyes. I smile. 

Donning my thickest strap-on dildo, I order Miranda O'Shea to get on all fours. Face down and ass up. The Irish slut does as she is told. I run my hands all over her fat white ass. For a white chick, she certainly has a lot of booty. Cracking my whip, I give her ass a serious whipping. Miranda squeals as I whip her. I smack her face hard and order her to shut the fuck up. Gritting her teeth, she endures the sweet torment that I visit upon her flesh.

After whipping Miranda for a good ten minutes, I pause to admire my handiwork. Her alabaster skin is now a nice shade of red. I like what I've done. And now for the grand finale. I spread her ass cheeks wide open and thrust a finger into her asshole, then two. Miranda is no stranger to anal sex. I can tell. So I lubricate her asshole and then push my dildo into her. Miranda groans as I penetrate her ass. I smack her face hard and tell her to shut up. Nearby, Theodore winces sympathetically but I can tell he's turned on by what he's seeing. The sight of a dominant Black woman taming a blonde-haired Irish hussy is turning the white dude on.

I grip Miranda's wide hips as I thrust my dildo deep into her asshole. As far as it can go. Amazingly, the white slut doesn't squeal. Keeping her mouth shut, she actually takes it like a champ. I am so proud of her. I guess she has more grit in her than most people give her credit for when they meet her. I grab a handful of her blonde hair and yank her head back while fucking her ass with my thick strap-on dildo. I call her a useless slut and a dumb whore. She doesn't respond. Gritting her teeth, she continues to endure the punishment I'm doling out. I can tell that she likes it. This slut really gets off on being dominated. Now this is a lot of fun. A true submissive at last. I'm loving every moment of it. I fucked her ass hard, until I frigging came. It's true. I squirted hot girly cum all over the place. I had a great time with my sub.

And now it's Theodore's turn. I pulled the dildo out of Miranda's ass. The plump white chick slumped on the floor, breathing heavily from the hard ass fucking she received. She just lay there to rest a bit. I approached Theodore, smiling wickedly. The look in my eyes must have scared him because the white dude tried to flee. I chased him down and tackled him. I wrestled with him a bit and ultimately subdued him. Hey, I played varsity football on the guys team while attending Beaver Academy and I was a wrestler on a previously all-male squad in college. I know how to fight. I put Theodore on his knees, and made him suck my strap-on dildo. He hesitated, saying I used it on Miranda's ass. I told him to shut up and suck my dildo. He complied. Time for this white dude to be put in his place. He doesn't run Jack anymore. The Black woman runs the show now.

After making Theodore clean my strap-on dildo with his tongue, I put him on all fours and plunged the dildo into his ass. Theodore began whining the moment I penetrated his ass. I laughed at him and smacked his balls while slamming the dildo into his ass. Nearby, Miranda watched us with obvious fascination. She fingered her pussy while watching me thrust my dildo into Theodore's ass. I can tell that she was turned on. Good. I like to put on a good show. I rammed my dildo into Theodore's ass, delighting in his screams. I love putting white dudes and white chicks in their place by making them experience true Black female domination. No one is as dominant as a Black woman in this world. And everyone knows it. I fucked Theodore until he begged for mercy. Then I pulled the dildo out of his ass and made him suck it once more. And he eagerly licked it this time. Am I good or what?

Half an hour later, Theodore Jenkins and Miranda O'Shea thanked me for a wonderful session and left my mansion feeling abased but alive. I told you I was good at what I did. Dominating white couples is what this dominant Black goddess excels at. I can't wait for my next session. There's an annoying redhead at work who's been flirting with me nonstop. She wants me badly. I just might spank her narrow white ass in my office one of these days. Nah, it's probably not a good idea. I don't mix business with pleasure. I have enough people to play with. Work is work and play is play. Life is good.

Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 02



BDSM with a little bit of race play rocks. Trust me on that one. One ride down that highway is enough to turn a casual visitor to the realm of butt fucking into a lifelong addict. Male or female, Black or White, it doesn't matter. Once you try it, you just might find yourself hooked. For life. Trust me, I know these things. My name is Catherine O'Neill. A five-foot-nine, curvy and big-bottomed, alabaster-skinned and blonde-haired Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day I am a schoolteacher. By night I am a BDSM expert. Known as the White Goddess to my closest friends and initiates. 

Presently, I'm dominating a very willing and totally sexy Black couple. James Roberts and his dear wife Nadine Johnson Roberts. James is Roberts a six-foot-one, ruggedly handsome, lean and wiry, dark-skinned Black man in his early thirties. He's a reporter for the local news. His wife Nadine Johnson Roberts is around five-foot-eleven, kind of curvy and quite busty, with wide hips and a big round butt. Her dark brown skin positively glows and she's a very pretty Black woman. Nadine is a professor of English literature at the local community college. They do alright for themselves. Just another middle-class Black couple living in suburban America. And they're kinky as hell. They love to be sexually dominated by a dominant White woman and that's me in a nutshell. The bisexual Irish dominatrix of Brockton.

Roberts is on his hands and knees, licking my big White ass while I work over his wife Nadine. As for Nadine, she is on all fours. Face down and ass up. I am whipping her big Black ass with my thick leather whip. She is bound and gagged so she isn't going anywhere. I love those sexy bluish marks my whip leaves on her thick bubble butt. After giving her butt a solid whipping, I spread her plump ass cheeks wide open and spit on her asshole. I start to finger her asshole. It's warm and tight. Grinning, I drop some lube all over her anus and then stroke the thick strap-on dildo attached to a leather harness around my hips. This is going to be good.

I turned around and looked at James Roberts. The tall Black stud was licking my White ass with abandon. I asked him how he felt about watching a dominant White woman fuck his sexy Black wife with a strap-on dildo. Judging by how hard his dick got, James totally liked the idea. Without further ado, I push my dildo into Nadine's asshole. Nadine groans even through the gag. I order her to shut up and push the dildo deeper into her asshole. I've always loved the idea of sexually dominating a strong Black woman. And Nadine is definitely a strong Black woman. She's so tall, dark-skinned, sexy and strong-looking. Just the way I like my submissive initiates to be.

Gripping Nadine's wide hips, I shove the dildo deep into her asshole. Someone once told me that big women have naturally tight assholes and that big Black women have the tightest assholes of all. And it's absolutely true. Man, this sure brought back memories. I was introduced to the world of BDSM by a dominant Black woman. Her name is Christine Joan Armand and she's a six-foot-two, lean and muscular, somewhat short-haired and gloriously bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living right here in Brockton, Massachusetts. She's a multi-millionaire who owns one of the top real estate companies around. Yeah, she taught me everything I knew. If she saw how great I've become at domination, my mistress would be proud.

I slam my dildo deep inside Nadine's asshole. I love fucking big Black women in the ass. I've always been sexually attracted to Black women. Especially bossy Black women. However, I've always been intimidated by them as well. That's quite a dilemma. It led me to play the role of sexual submissive to a number of dominant Black females. My favorite by far was my true mistress, the lovely Christine Joan Armand. Known to the world as the Chief Executive Officer of Armand & Dale Realtors. She's my Black Goddess. My dream woman. I love her. Unfortunately, she doesn't see me as an equal and thus I am unworthy of her love.

This realization angers me and I feel like proving myself, if only to myself and the submissive Black couple I'm entertaining in my living room. So I fuck Nadine harder, slamming the dildo into the big Black woman's asshole like there was no tomorrow. I removed the gag from her mouth because I wanted to hear her screams. And scream Nadine did. The gal had some set of lungs on her. She squealed as I slammed my dildo into her asshole. This aroused her husband James so much that he started jerking off. I looked at him wickedly and told him that I'd do his ass next. That only seemed to encourage him. After pounding Nadine's ass for a while, I pulled the dildo out of her asshole. Nadine breathed a sigh of relief. I removed her bindings, and asked her how she felt. She smiled and said she felt great.

I smiled, pleased with my handiwork. I told James that he had to lick my dildo clean, his punishment for jerking off without permission. He didn't hesitate and started sucking my dildo like his life depended on it. I smiled and stroked his head. Then I put him on all fours and doused his spread ass cheeks with lubricant. Pressing my dildo against his asshole, I pushed it inside. Roughly. James howled as I began pounding his ass. I laughed and continued to fuck him. He's far from the first Black man I've fucked with my strap-on dildo and he won't be the last. Gripping his hips tightly, I ram my dildo deep into his ass. I fuck him mercilessly, wanting to punish him for what he did. Nadine watched us with interest, masturbating as she did. I winked at her. I fucked James ass for a while, then pulled out of him. He screamed in pleasure as he came time and again. I summoned Nadine to suck his cock, and she obediently licked every last drop of James manly seed. It was great.

Yeah, I had a great time with these two. However, I craved true domination, something none of my submissive Black friends could give me. So I went to seek my mistress, the tall, gorgeous and powerful Christine Joan Armand. I went to visit her at her West Brockton mansion. My mistress looked so tall and gorgeous. I kissed her hand, and she welcomed me inside. I can't tell you how excited I was. Seriously. It's an honor to be invited inside Mistress Christine Joan Armand's mansion. Maybe if she's in a good mood, she will dominate me. Maybe I'm just getting my hopes up.

Mistress and I talked about a lot of things. Mistress Christine Joan Armand told me about some mutual friends she recently dominated, Theodore Jenkins and Miranda O'Shea. My mistress bragged about how much fun she had dominating this submissive White couple. She clearly enjoyed the experience. I shared with her my most recent adventure, the tale of how I dominated a sexy Black couple, James and Nadine Roberts. My sexy Black mistress was intrigued, and told me she didn't know of many Black submissive couples. I told the story to her, in vivid detail. I told her how I fucked Nadine with a strap-on dildo, then butt-fucked her husband James right in front of her. Mistress Christine Joan Armand listened intently. I swear my mistress got turned on as I told her the story.

When I finished my story, my mistress stunned me by what she said. Mistress Christine Joan Armand confessed to me that even though she was a Black Goddess, and a truly dominant mistress, she always wondered what it would be like to submit to another. I stared at her. Mistress Christine Joan Armand told me that she had always fantasized about submitting to a dominant White woman, but never had the courage to do it. She looked at me pointedly. My mind was still wrestling with what she said to me. I looked at her. This six-foot-two, curvy, gorgeous and big-bottomed, wealthy and powerful Black woman wanted to submit to some White woman? Apparently so. I heard myself say to her that I'd be happy to become her mistress. Christine Joan Armand smiled. Then we started our games.

To start, I ordered Christine Joan Armand to undress. I admired the tall, curvy Black woman's sexy body as she got naked before me. I sat on the highest chair in the living room, and ordered her to kneel before me. Christine hesitated, and I smacked her face hard for that. She looked at me, shocked. I raised my eyebrow. What did she expect? I'm the mistress now and she's the submissive. The rules have changed. I spread my thighs and ordered Christine to lick my pussy. Obediently, the tall Black woman began licking my pussy. To my great surprise, Christine wasn't a great pussy licker. Apparently, she was used to having her pussy licked, not the other way around. I decided to punish her for that.

First, I took a collar from my purse and fixed it around Christine's neck. Then I ordered her to follow me around as I walked through her mansion. I bossed her around and made her get me coffee, clean the floor and do the dishes. All this she did without complaint. Then I took her to the basement for some fun. The first time she dominated me, Mistress Christine Joan Armand whipped me senseless, smacked me around and fucked my ass with her strap-on dildo. I intended to do the same thing to her now that I was the mistress and she was the submissive. Payback is a bitch and her name is Catherine O'Neill. By the time I'm done with her, Christine is going to remember my name.

I ordered Christine to get on all fours. She asked why and I smacked her, hard. That's what she gets for questioning me. She obeyed, and got on all fours. I looked at this big and tall, sexy Black woman who was on all fours. Face down and big Black ass up. She looked so wonderfully vulnerable. I bound her hands and feet, but didn't gag her. I then took out my favorite whip, and began whipping her. Christine howled as the whip smacked her big Black butt. I laughed and continued to whip her. I whipped her hard, getting her back, butt, breasts and even her face. Christine screamed like a woman possessed. I always wondered if my so-called dominant Black mistress could take it as well as she could dish it out. I guess I got my answer now. I relished every moment of it. How the mighty has fallen. The dominant Black mistress is now being dominated by her White female submissive. What an amazing reversal. I loved it!

After giving Christine's butt a sound whipping, I stared into her eyes. Time to let this chick know that I was the boss of her. Grabbing her face, I spat in it. Then I smacked her hard. Ten times. Twenty. Hell, I lost count of how many times I smacked the tall, dark and sexy, strong Black woman's beautiful face. I told Christine that she was weak, and I always knew she was weak. The whole time she was prancing around calling herself a dominant Black mistress, she secretly longed to be dominated by a dominant White goddess. Someone like me. I'm going to enjoy dominating her Black ass. And so I did.

I spread Christine's plump ass cheeks wide open and smeared lube all over her asshole. Then I spat on her and pressed my dildo against her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went inside. Christine's howl of pain mixed with pleasure was a sound I would never forget. I smacked her big butt and rammed my dildo deep into her asshole. I've fucked dozens of Black women and Black men in the ass with my strap-on dildo. Like Christine excels at dominating submissive White couples, I specialize in dominating submissive Black couples. I've always wanted to dominate Christine, but when I saw her as my dominant Black mistress, she seemed unattainable. Now she was my bitch, with all that implies. I grabbed a handful of her short hair and yanked her head back while slamming my strap-on dildo into her ass. Christine squealed. How I loved that sound. I fucked her ass furiously until she begged for mercy. Before pulling out, I told her to acknowledge once and for all that I was her superior and she was my bitch. Christine acknowledged it, and I let her go. Afterwards, I made her suck the strap-on dildo I used on her. Giving her a taste of her own medicine.

Afterwards, Christine Joan Armand and I lay side by side, sweaty and sated. I looked at her. She was so beautiful. I gently kissed her, and told her that I loved her. She looked at me with wide eyes. I removed my strap-on dildo and fastened it around her hips. Then I took her collar and put it around my neck. Christine stared at me, stunned. I told her that I've always loved her, from the moment we met. I couldn't stand to see her in pain, even though I sometimes wanted revenge on her for what she did to the submissive couples who came to her. Then, I climbed on top of her and impaled my ass on her dildo. The dildo in my ass hurt, but I didn't care. Christine watched me as I rode her, fucking myself. She smiled, and put her hands on my hips. Then she began fucking me hard and fast.

Mistress Christine Joan Armand was back. She put me on all fours, whipped my ass and smacked my face while fucking me in the ass with the strap-on dildo. I screamed in pleasure. My dominant Black mistress rammed the dildo so far up my ass, I'm surprised it didn't come out of my mouth. She fucked me mercilessly, calling me every name in the book. Mistress Christine grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair and yanked my head back while slamming the dildo into my asshole. She fucked me so hard I cried in sheer pleasure. Only then did she pull out of me, then she embraced me. I tenderly kissed my mistress. Mistress Christine told me that she loved me too. She held my face in her hands and wondered where did my dominant side came from. I shrugged, and told her that I always wanted to dominate her at least once in my life. After that, I'd be willing to be her submissive slut for the rest of my days. Upon hearing that, Mistress Christine kissed me passionately. Then she asked me to move in with her.

It's been six months since that memorable night when we first switched roles. I am now living with Mistress Christine Joan Armand. I'm her lover, and her own personal bitch. I love it when she bosses me around. I love it when she smacks me, spanks me and fucks me with her strap-on dildo. Sometimes, my mistress feels like submitting to me and I always enjoy the reversal. I lovingly smack her, whip her and slam her ass with my dildo while making her scream my name. I'm a White chick who's deeply in love with this Black goddess. I can't imagine my life without her. I cook for her, and clean for her. Sometimes I bring her lunch while she's at work. Other times she visits me while I'm teaching at my school. We're not afraid to show our affection for each other. My mistress always has her hand on my ass while we're walking around in public. I love her and she loves me. Doesn't matter if I'm White and she's Black. Doesn't matter if she's a natural dominant who occasionally switches and I'm a natural submissive who occasionally dominates. Love is love. She's my Black Goddess. Forever. 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 03



The world would run much more smoothly if everyone knew their place. My name is Kristin Jill Peterson and I firmly believe we all have our place in this world. Some of us must lead. The rest of us must serve. I belong to the category of leaders. I'm a five-foot-eleven, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a college tennis coach by day and a BDSM exert and submission fanatic by night. This right here is my tale of getting by in the city of champions.

I've known my best friend Sharon Brown for years. We met while attending Boston University in the early 1990s. This six-foot-one, lean and muscular, short-haired and gorgeously dark-skinned black woman is one of my fellow dominants. A really kinky and very strong black woman who's really into the fast-growing interracial lesbian BDSM scene. We've dominated a lot of submissive people together. Both hunky men and sexy women of all kinds. We're both dominant mistresses. I am known as the White Goddess. And she is known as the Black Mistress. Neither of us has ever dreamed of submitting to anyone. Yet it's my fervent desire to dominate Sharon Brown. Not just dominate her but strip her of her identity as a dominant ebony mistress and transform her into my slave. The sexy slave of a dominant mistress. Why? I must have her. It's that simple.

Sharon Brown is in many ways the ultimate dominant. She's so tall, sexy and strong. A professional boxer who walked away from the world of women's heavyweight boxing after winning a world championship to become a police officer in the big city. These days, she's a ranking member of the Massachusetts State Police. A totally tough, absolutely strong black woman. I've always wanted her. And I must have her. As my submissive, my slave and my lackey. If only she knew what I had planned.

I recalled some of the experiences we shared. Sharon and I dominated a tall, good-looking Irishman named Doyle O'Connor once. He's a real estate agent who's really into interracial domination. Sharon and I dominated him in my basement. We had him on all fours, face down and ass up. While Sharon whipped Doyle with her thick black leather whip, I made Doyle suck on my strap-on dildo. I grabbed his hair and made him suck it. Afterwards, I fucked his ass with my dildo while he obediently licked Sharon's hairy pussy. I looked at Sharon who positively glowed while getting her pussy licked. Hot damn she looked fine. I've never confessed this to her but I've wanted her for years. What I wouldn't give to be able to lick her pussy. Unfortunately, I couldn't tell her that. A dominant can never submit to another dominant. Not even for one second. Otherwise all that we are is lost.

I enjoyed fucking Doyle's ass with my strap-on dildo. The Irish dude had a really supple asshole. I wonder if Sharon has a supple asshole. Hopefully I'd find out someday. Sharon took out her strap-on dildo and began fucking Doyle while I allowed him to lick my pussy. How I wished it were Sharon licking my pussy instead. But the Black Mistress would never abase herself by licking the White Goddess pussy. Oh, no. We're both dominants so we can't have that. As I watched Sharon thrusting the strap-on dildo deep inside Doyle's ass, I fantasized about fucking her with the dildo. It turned me on so much that I came, squirting hot girly cum all over Doyle's face. The submissive Irishman obediently licked me dry. He was a good submissive. Sharon and I had a lot of fun with him.

We had a lot of fun with another submissive. This time, the submissive in question was female. Female submission is quite fun to behold. Who was this latest submissive? A young Arab-American college student named Alexandra Abdul Kassim. Hailing straight from the United Arab Emirates. She was a hot one, folks. Standing five-foot-nine, lean, with dark bronze skin, pale gray eyes and long, curly black hair. Yeah, this Arab chick was definitely sexy. Like a lot of budding lesbians, she had a thing for older women. Well, older women don't get any hotter than the Black Mistress or the White Goddess. Trust me on that one.

Sharon and I took Alexandra Abdul Kassim on the ride of her life, folks. We smacked her face, pinched her tits and whipped her big round butt. We fingered her pussy, pissed all over her and inserted dildos into her pussy and asshole. I made Alexandra lick my pussy while Sharon fucked her with the strap-on dildo. Alexandra was a real screamer. We had tons of fun with her. In the end, she thanked us with sincere tears in those big gray eyes of hers. She had the time of her life. Sharon and I enjoyed dominating the sexy Arab woman. Afterwards, we talked about how much fun dominating young women was turning out to be. I told Sharon I wanted to dominate a young black woman someday. One of those sassy young black women from the inner city. I would love to break one down and make her submit to me. Sharon looked pale. She told me she didn't like the idea of my dominating a young black woman. When I asked her why, she simply told me she didn't like the idea. I found this strange, but dropped the subject.

My curiosity was piqued. Sharon Brown and I have dominated lots of people together. We've dominated Asians, Hispanics and Middle-Easterners. We've dominated more white men and white women than we cared to count. But to my knowledge we've never dominated a black person. Why? I was puzzled by this, and began looking at my friend Sharon in a new way. One time, while visiting her house in Brockton's opulent west side, I checked her computer while she was in the shower. I looked into her search engines and found a rather odd bookmark. She had saved a peculiar web page. In this porn site, a very pale-skinned young white woman was dominating a young black woman. She whipped the black woman, smacked her, and even fucked her pussy and asshole with the scary-looking strap-on dildo she had. Wow. Talk about strange. 

I continued to search Sharon Brown's computer and found many more erotic bookmarks. In most of them, young black women were being dominated by blonde-haired white women. Mature white women having a field day dominating sassy black chicks. Wow. I was stunned. I thought Sharon wasn't into that. When she came out of the shower, I confronted her about it. Sharon's eyes went wide. I told her to fess up. She hesitated, then led me to the living room. Sharon told me that she had a dirty little secret. This strong black woman and totally dominant mistress longed to experience domination at the hands of a white woman. She was deathly afraid of anyone finding out. I smiled at her reassuringly and promised her no one would find out. Sharon nodded, and we shared a hug.

I told Sharon that I cared for her, and wanted to be there for her. I also told her that I didn't think any less of her as a strong black woman for wanting to submit to a dominant white female. She was stunned, and touched by this. For the next few days, we hung out as friends, and she shared many more secrets with me. One day, I flat out asked her if she ever thought about letting me dominate her. Sharon hesitated. I told her that she could trust me with her body and her secret. Sharon smiled, and nodded. Then she asked me to dominate her. What do you think I said?

We went to my house, and had a great time. We started out slowly at first. I dressed Sharon in a black and white maid's uniform and ordered her to clean my house. She did. As a lifelong dominant, I knew you must first break a sub missive's mind before taking over his or her body. After Sharon got done cleaning my house, I praised her work. Then I ordered her to serve me coffee. She did it very well. I asked her to suck on my toes and she obediently knelt before me to suck my toes. I couldn't believe how obedient she was. I resolved to dominate her completely. So I assigned her more menial tasks like cleaning up the house, and doing the dishes. She did it all splendidly, but I decided to punish her anyway. So I bent her over my knee and spanked her. Amazingly, she let me do that. This strong black woman must really love being dominated by her white female friend. Wow.

Afterwards, Sharon and I talked about her experience. I asked her how it felt. She told me that she was hesitant at first, but kind of liked being submissive. Good answer. The next time we got together, I pushed her a bit further. More menial tasks for her, with a harsher commanding tone used by me. When she didn't do things right, I berated her and also called her names. I even smacked her face when she talked back to me. She didn't seem to mind. We were making great progress. I asked her to call me Mistress and to refer to herself as my humble slave. She did. I loved it.

For over a week, I pushed Sharon's limits further and further. Once, I asked her to kneel before me and lick my pussy. Amazingly, she simply knelt before me and obeyed. She licked my pussy like it was sweet chocolate. Or should I say vanilla? Wow. Yeah, I had Sharon eating out of my hand. She still craved more domination from me. So one day, I decided to give her the whole enchilada. One night I summoned her to my house, then ordered her to get naked. Sharon obeyed. I admired her tall, sexy and muscular black female athlete's body. Hell, she still looked hotter than most women I knew. I was going to enjoy this.

I ordered Sharon to get on all fours and she did. Face down and ass up. I fastened bindings to her hands and feet, then told her I was going to fuck her in the ass. Sharon stared at me, stunned. I smiled wickedly, and smacked her big round butt. Then I spread her ass cheeks wide open and spat against her asshole. I fetched my strap-on dildo and a bottle of lubricant. I lubed up the dildo and also smeared some lubricant all over Sharon's asshole. Then, I pressed the dildo against her butt hole and pushed it inside.

I can't tell you how great this felt. To finally fulfill my dream of taking a fellow mistress, a strong black woman, and slowly turning her into my own personal bitch. I savored the experience. Sharon squealed as I pushed my dildo deep into her asshole. A piercing squeal. The kind of sound a submissive makes while getting some good fucking. And at last, Sharon was my submissive. I relished the sounds she made. The whimpers of a strong black woman being dominated by her shrewd white female friend. Gripping Sharon's hips, I pushed the dildo deeper into her asshole. I fingered her pussy while slamming my dildo into her ass. She was really wet down there. I guess she was really turned on. That's okay because I'm turned on too.

I rammed the dildo deep inside Sharon's ass, loving the sharp screams escaping her mouth as I fucked her. I always wanted to know if the Black Mistress could take it as easily as she could dish it out. I guess not. As a mistress, Sharon was stern and confident. As a submissive, she was a whiny bitch. I do so enjoy the reversal. If only my submissive initiates could see us now. The White Goddess is completely dominating the Black Mistress. It would turn on most of them, that's for sure.

I decided to change the game. So I flipped Sharon on her back and raised her long black legs in the air so that I could look into her face while fucking her in the ass with my big strap-on dildo. Sharon's eyes had a look of some pain, and surprised pleasure in them. I licked her lips and smacked her face hard. She looked at me, stunned. I laughed and smacked her again. I pinched her nipples and thrust two fingers into her pussy while slamming my dildo up her ass. Sharon squealed. I told her that now and forevermore, she was my slave and I was her mistress. Her black ass belonged to me. Sharon nodded. I rubbed her head, and smacked her some more. I plunged the dildo as far as it would go into her ass, then pulled out. Sharon's scream was a sound I would never forget. Damn, I should have recorded it. Oh, well. Maybe next time.

After this memorable experience, Sharon and I became as close as can be. We still go around the BDSM scene together, but she's now my submissive and I'm well-known to be her mistress. In the fast-growing interracial BDSM scene of the city, I've become known as the tamer of mistresses. I turn wannabe dominant women, those so-called mistresses, into my own personal bitches. I intend on acquiring many more dominant black mistresses, white mistresses and Hispanic mistresses and transforming them into my members of my submissive harem. Sharon was just the beginning. She's moved in with me, shares her life with me and does whatever I ask in our bed. Like a good submissive should. For I am her new mistress. She loves me. I love her. This works for us. Life is good.



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 04



Hey, there. My name is Geneva Ambrose. A six-foot-three, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned, twenty-something Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a state police officer. And one of the toughest chicks you will ever meet. At night, I am a BDSM fanatic. Does that surprise you? It really shouldn't. There are lots of Black men and Black women in the world of BDSM. Hell, there are Hispanics, Asians and even Arabs who are into it. It's not just for kinky white people in suburbia. 

I was introduced to the world of BDSM by one of my professors while attending Anderson College in downtown Boston. Her name was Ramona Sanchez. A tall, lean and sexy woman of African-American and Mexican descent. A seriously gorgeous gal. I was twenty at the time and she was thirty two. I was an out and proud lesbian even back then. She was a recently divorced gal trying to get her feet wet in the lesbian dating pool. We had a lot of fun together. I miss her, and her whip. She was unbelievably cool. We were having red-hot lesbian sex right under the administration's noses. Ah, those were the days.

Right now, I'm a submissive Black woman desperately looking for a dominatrix. Does it surprise you that a strong Black woman can be a sexual submissive in the world of BDSM? It shouldn't. We all have a way of getting off. You have yours and I got mine. Pure and simple. And today, I'm meeting my new mistress for some wicked hot fun. She loves inflicting some deliciously hot pain on me and I absolutely love receiving it. We are a match made in interracial lesbian BDSM heaven.

After my relationship with Mistress Ramona Sanchez ended, I looked long and hard for a new mistress. I sought one online and also in personal ads in newspapers. I was growing desperate when the ad was finally answered by someone promising. To my great surprise, the person who answered the ad lived in Brockton. My very own city. Wow. I had to meet this woman. Her name was Linda Sands and she was a forty-something, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman. A married woman no less. One of those uptight society types I couldn't stand yet nevertheless occasionally found myself attracted to. Linda Sands invited me to her house while her husband and sons were away at a football game. We got to know each other real well, and agreed to hook up on the sly for a few erotic domination sessions.

Linda Sands didn't look like a whip-smart dominatrix at first glance. Standing five-foot-two, and weighing only about one hundred and ten pounds. She seemed rather frail. Like one of those middle-aged white housewives from the suburbs who throw cocktail parties while their hubbies are away. She didn't look tough. Especially standing next to me. Yet inside she was wicked, and devious. And she looked stunning in a black leather dress and red leather corset. And she would dominate the hell out of me. I've never met a woman as bossy as her, honest. I liked that about her.

Linda Sands sat in her living room, on a throne-like chair. She ordered me to get naked. Grinning, I kicked off my suede pumps and pulled down my short red skirt. Next my black Lycra panties came off, followed by my bra and my blue T-shirt. Linda looked at me and nodded. I could tell she liked what she saw. Linda gestured for me to come to her. I obeyed. One must always obey one's mistress. Linda grinned, and ordered me to kneel. I did. She grabbed one of my tits and squeezed it. Hard. I winced in pain but didn't say anything. Linda asked me if I liked what she was doing to me. Through gritted teeth, I said yes. She smiled, and pinched both my tits this time. Then she smacked them, and told me to lick her pussy. Spreading her legs, she looked at me imperiously. I looked at my mistress spread alabaster legs. Taking a deep breath, I went muff diving. Yeah, it's like that.

Muff diving is an ancient sport practiced by both men and women since the beginning of humanity. I'm pretty sure cavemen were going at it at some point. Now, being a lesbian doesn't automatically make you a great muff diver. I mean, you've got to work at it. And there's no technique that's guaranteed to work on all pussies. What pleases one might upset another. And it takes a hell of a lot of time. Mistress Linda Sands had a hairy pussy. Lots of women do. Not all of us can be bothered to shave down there. At least not consistently. We do so only when we're expecting visitors. I breathed in the scent of my mistress pussy. I liked it. No two pussies smell or taste exactly alike. They teach us that in dyke school. 

I began licking my mistress wet pussy. Mistress Linda grabbed the back of my neck and urged me to lick her. As if I needed any encouragement. Licking pussy is what I do. I've been at it for ages. Mistress Linda tasted kind of good, which was definitely a plus. I don't like it when some woman's pussy doesn't taste right to me. We've got to be a good fit sensually, otherwise I'm out of there. That's just how I roll. My woman's pussy has to taste right to me otherwise we can't be together. Mistress Linda started moaning as I worked my magic on her. Yeah, I rocked her frigging world. Had her gushing out her hot womanly cum all over my pretty face. Then I licked it all up. That's how I do it, folks.

My mistress and I got into more fun stuff together. She put me on all fours and gave my big black booty a good spanking. She really let me have it. And I loved it. Mistress spread my ass cheeks wide open and sniffed my asshole. Then she began licking and fingering my ass like there was no tomorrow. I don't know too many women who love ass licking but I was thankful for this kind of attention being paid to my booty. Mistress Linda applied some lubricant against my asshole, then went to fetch her strap-on dildo. I waited impatiently. Mistress returned, with the strap-on dildo firmly strapped to a leather harness on her hips. She pressed the dildo against my asshole, and slowly pushed it inside. I grimaced as I felt Mistress Linda's dildo work its way inside my asshole. Finally, I'm getting my ass fucked. Yeah!

Gripping my hips tightly, Mistress Linda shoved the dildo deep inside my asshole. I've been fucked in the ass before. I'm no novice to these things. However, this was different. Mistress Linda fucked my ass with unprecedented fury. And to be honest, I kind of liked it. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head back while slamming the dildo deep inside of me. I love the rough stuff. Especially when it's during anal sex. Mistress Linda slammed the dildo into my butt hole like anal sex was going out of style. I squealed in pain mixed with pleasure. It was a riot. I had a great time.

Mistress Linda and I have a lot of fun together. On the surface, we don't have much in common. I'm a Black female state police officer. She's a housewife. I arrest bad guys and the occasional bad women. She throws cocktail parties and goes to PTA meetings. I'm single, she's married. However, underneath it all, we're both BDSM sex freaks. Isn't it cool? I certainly think so. You just never really know people, do you? That's more than okay by me. I do my thing and I don't care who disagrees. I sincerely doubt I'm the only young Black woman with a secret life. 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 05



My name is Georgia Antoine. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and delightfully voluptuous, big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Kennedy College, and currently I'm in my junior year. Life at Kennedy College is okay, if a little boring at times. That's why I make my own fun. This boring college campus is too tame for a wild gal like me. I went out looking for some excitement.

Kennedy College is one of the most boring places on Earth. A small private school founded in 1981. It has a student body of eleven thousand, thirty eight percent of which are of African-American, Asian, Native American or Hispanic background. I only came here because they offered me a full academic scholarship. I really wanted to attend a more lively school like the University of Massachusetts in downtown Boston or Bay State College. The University of Massachusetts at Amherst was a renowned party school which I wanted to attend but it was too far away. I wanted to go to a school closer to home. Luckily I found something fun to do at my new school. Something more fun than being captain of the women's varsity wrestling team or being one of the school's top scholars. 

Basically, I found a hot woman to keep me company. The hot woman in question is Miranda Hill. A five-foot-ten, slim and absolutely sexy ( with a big booty ) Black woman in her early forties. She's the Dean of Student Affairs and a special-advisor to Scholar-Athletes at the Kennedy College. We first met when I approached her about some inequities in the Athletic Department. Women make up fifty one percent of the student body, yet the Kennedy College Department of Athletics didn't give us the respect we deserve. Our teams, which compete in women's soccer, women's basketball, women's volleyball, women's golf, women's cross country, women's ice hockey, women's wrestling, women's softball, women's swimming and women's rugby, don't receive as much attention. Either from the fan base or the media. Our events have fewer attendees. What's up with that?

The bulk of the Kennedy College athletic fan base shows up at the events featuring the men's baseball, men's basketball, men's ice hockey, men's soccer, men's wrestling, men's cross country, men's swimming, men's golf and men's football teams. Miranda Hill patiently explained these matters to me. As it turns out, there was a lot I didn't understand. Collegiate Athletics is essentially a political game. Even though college women had more sports teams than college men these days, the men's top sports like football and basketball generated the bulk of the money for the collegiate athletic departments. Not many Americans of either gender cared to watch most women's college sports teams in action. There were exceptions to this unwritten rule but for the most part, that was the ugly truth. I hated hearing that but it made a sick kind of sense to me. I guess some things never change. I was deeply saddened by that. Still, I remembered Miranda Hill because she was a smart, compassionate woman. One of the sixty five African-American members of the two-hundred-person faculty of the Kennedy College. A remarkable woman.

As many young Black lesbians before me have, I found myself drawn to a sexy older Black woman. Fortunately, Miranda Hill returned my affections. Lots of Black gay chicks my age aren't so lucky with their mature Black female crushes. We thus embarked on a steamy relationship. She was just the way I liked my woman. Sexy, mature, and bossy as hell. Miranda was very much into BDSM, something I've dabbled into in the past. I loved it when she dominated me. Yes, lots of tall butch Black women like myself have some deeply submissive tendencies. And I'm a versatile butch Black woman who loves dominant Black femmes. Especially dominant mature Black femmes. Miranda would summon me to her Back Bay apartment and we would get it on. Sitting naked on a chair, she would order me to strip while fondling her pussy. I always obeyed her because she was my dominant Black mistress. Actually, more than a dominant Black mistress. She was my dominant Black goddess.

I would kneel before my dominant Black goddess, and lick her feet. Miranda had such nice feet. The feet of a Black goddess. She had a body that Olympic athletes would envy. Back in the day, she was a college basketball superstar and she was one of the first powerhouses of the WNBA. Just to show you how special she was. I licked my goddess feet, then sucked on her toes. Afterwards, I gave her pussy a good licking. Grabbing my neck, Miranda would hold me into place while I did my job. I love licking pussy, and I'm quite good at it. I've licked all kinds of pussy over the years. Asian pussy. Jewish pussy. Cuban pussy. Arab pussy. My favorite is Black pussy. Why? Simply put, Black pussy is the best. Once you've had a taste, you can't get enough. Black pussy is addictive. Trust me on that one. I licked my goddess until she came, screaming in delight and gushing her hot womanly cum all over me. I obediently licked every drop of her sweet pussy juice. Yeah, I know how to rock my woman's world.

My goddess Miranda was a really dominant Black woman. And she didn't tolerate any crap from anyone, even a towering butch Black chick like me. She liked to completely dominate her submissive and that was more than okay by me. My goddess Miranda would make me kneel before her with my hands tied behind my back and she'd smack my face before grabbing my neck and making me lick her pussy. While I licked her pussy, she called me a bitch and a slut. I didn't say anything. I wasn't allowed to reply. I just licked my goddess like an obedient slut should. Then she would piss all over my face and make me drink it. If I hesitated, she would beat my big Black butt with anything from her hairbrush to her belt. I wasn't allowed to scream or even groan. If I did, she'd only spank my ass some more. 

My favorite thing of all was when she'd don her thick strap-on dildo and fuck me with it. My goddess Miranda was a rough one. She would put me on all fours, spread my ass cheeks and then shove the dildo inside of me. The feel of her thick dildo in my ass was all at once pleasurable and painful. Makes my pussy twitch and my ass pucker just thinking about it. While slamming her dildo up my ass, my goddess Miranda sometimes thrust two fingers or even three up my pussy. Hell, once she even fisted my pussy while fucking my ass with her strap-on dildo. I screamed like a woman possessed while she fucked me roughly. I can't get enough of my goddess Miranda's unique brand of loving. That's why I'm her bitch. And she's my goddess.

When all is said and done, my sexy Black goddess summons me to her bed and I fall asleep in her arms. She puts my head between her breasts and I suckle on them while she stimulates my pussy with her fingers. I can't get enough of my Black goddess. She's my entire world. We love each other. I'm now seeing Miranda Hill exclusively. I'm a strong Black woman and the only one who can understand me is another strong Black woman. She's the only one I've ever submitted to. I'm dominant with the other females I've been with. But every dominant secretly longs to submit.



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 06



My name is Miranda Hill. I'm a tall, slender and deliciously big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman living in the Back Bay area of Boston, Massachusetts. After many years as a WNBA superstar, I left the fast-growing world of women's professional sports and returned to college. I wanted to mentor young women, especially young Black women. I felt there was a lot I could share with them. So I became a professor at Kennedy College, one of the most diverse private schools in the Boston area. A school where students of African-American, Asian, Hispanic or Native American descent make up around forty percent of the population. I liked that about the school.

After a few years as a college professor, I became the Dean of Students Affairs and a special advisor to Scholar-Athletes. I liked my new job. The students liked me because I was friendly, smart and could relate to them. Making one hundred and thirty grand a year after taxes wasn't bad, especially in a recession. Life was good, until the day I met the lovely Georgia Antoine. Captain of the Kennedy College women's wrestling program. She came into my office one day, demanding answers about the athletic department's practices. I was stunned by this brash, sexy young Black woman. She was so beautiful. The kind of natural beauty only Black women can have. I was smitten with her from the get-go, but decided to play it cool.

I explained collegiate athletics to her, and she understood how the game was played. There's a lot of racism and sexism in college sports. Sometimes it works in reverse. Quite often, college men lose their sports teams in the name of politically correct Title IX and its rigid, outdated gender quotas. That's unfair but happens very often these days. Other times, the sexism in college sports works the usual way. Women athletes weren't taken too seriously by many college coaches and athletic directors. The women's sports teams often had a smaller fan base. All that proved very frustrating for many female college athletes. I understood all sides of this game. Many private schools try to recruit students of color, but mostly athletes. They often only did so because they were under political pressure to diversify their lily-white student body profiles. Hypocrisy is alive and well in collegiate America.

I envied Georgia Antoine in her generation. She belonged to a generation of Black male and Black female students who had seen Black men become Governors of the Major States of New York and Massachusetts. They had also seen a Black man become President of the United States of America. Now, racism still pervades American society and politics. Racially biased police officers get away with a lot of injustice inflicted on Blacks, Asians, Hispanics and others. The leaders of major corporations tried their best to marginalize fast-rising employees of color. Rich white families and rich white institutions still wielded a disproportionate amount of power, on both the Republican and Democratic sides of the aisle. However, many politicians and businesspeople of color were rising to the challenge. Transforming the face of American higher education, business and politics. Blacks, Asians, Hispanics and others have made great strides in American politics, higher education and business. That's a welcome change because in tomorrow's America, white people will be the minorities. Not just in North America but globally. Everybody else's numbers are rising while theirs are dropping across continents. Tomorrow's America is Black, Brown and Yellow. Not lily-white. People of color are here to stay, and we've become a major social, political, economic and demographic powerhouse. And we won't allow ourselves to be mistreated. That's the shape of things to come. Get used to it.

Georgia Antoine was a feisty young Black woman who showed me a changing world, and made me feel relevant. She was one of those unique women who questioned everything. She simply refused to accept things for the way they were. And she pursued me relentlessly. I fell in love with her. She simply reawakened my passion. I found myself bound to her. Mind, body and soul. She was so feisty, so smart and so beautiful. Like most of today's young Black women, she was fearless. Absolutely fearless. I introduced her to BDSM, and found out she was already initiated to its ancient and wonderful ways. I found that thrilling. Especially since Georgia Antoine revealed to me that I brought out her submissive side. That's okay because this sexy young Black woman who's so butch and tough brings out my dominant side. We had tons of wicked fun together.

I loved dominating Georgia. She was so willing to try new things. So eager to embrace new experiences. And she was also the best damn pussy licker I've ever seen. The gal knew how to make this sexy mature Black mama's toes curl. It's rare for a tall, butch Black woman to be so eager to play the role of submissive. That's why I relished the experience of dominating Georgia. I would put her on all fours and spank her big Black butt until my hands got tired. I loved the way her thick Black ass jiggled as I spanked it. Other times, I would make her lick my pussy while I smacked and berated her. I couldn't believe Georgia's submissive side. This sexy young Black woman seemingly had no limits. She would take everything I dished out at her. Even when I pissed all over her. I roughly fucked her pussy and ass with my strap-on dildo and she absolutely loved it. Hot damn. I had never seen anything quite like her. This sexy young Black woman was amazing. Simply amazing. 

One day, I decided to do the unthinkable. I've been a lesbian my entire life. And I've always dominated the women I've been with. Black women. Hispanic women. White women. Asian women. Arab women. Native American women. Yeah, I've been around the block a few times. However, I've never experienced the other side of domination because I've never allowed anyone to dominate me. I loved Georgia Antoine so much that I decided to become her submissive. I offered myself to her as her new submissive. Georgia was stunned, and very reluctant. However, she eventually accepted. And this was the beginning of a wonderful new chapter of our loving and thrilling relationship.

I knelt before Mistress Georgia, my new goddess. She smiled at me and ordered me to lick her pussy. I obediently began lapping at my goddess pussy. Mistress Georgia grabbed my hair and brought my face closer to her pussy. She smacked me and ordered me to lick until I was told otherwise. Excited by this new side to my beloved, I did as I was told. I polished her pussy with my tongue. Seriously. I gave her a tongue bath. Afterwards, Mistress Georgia put a collar around my neck and ordered me to follow her around my own house while walking on all fours. When I hesitated, she smacked my ass. With a yelp, I obeyed.

Mistress Georgia brought me to the basement, where she bound me hand and foot. Then she donned my strap-on dildo, and told me she was going to fuck me with it. My eyes went wide. I've never been fucked by anyone before. Usually I wear the strap-on dildo and fuck the women I'm with. Mistress Georgia smiled nastily, and told me it was payback time. Then she spread my ass cheeks wide open and pressed the dildo against my asshole. With a swift thrust, she went inside. I squealed as I felt Mistress Georgia's dildo slam its way into my asshole. Mistress Georgia laughed, and gripped my hips tightly. Then she resumed fucking my ass. I felt like my ass was being split in two. The dildo felt huge up my ass. Wow.

While fucking my ass with the same strap-on dildo I fucked hers with days earlier, Mistress Georgia berated me. She called me a stupid slut who could dish it out but couldn't take it. She smacked my big Black ass, and called me names. I gritted my teeth, determined to show her that I could take it as well as give it. Mistress Georgia laughed, and fucked me harder. She rammed the dildo so deep inside my ass, I honestly thought it was going to come out of my mouth. I've never felt anything like this before. It felt painful, but also felt kind of good after a while. So I relaxed and enjoyed the sinfully delicious ass pounding I was receiving. It was hot.

When all was said and done, Mistress Georgia and I lay on the floor. I sucked her strap-on dildo, tasting myself on it. Mistress Georgia smiled, and stroked my hair. Then she pulled me into her arms and kissed me. We shared a loving embrace. We went to bed, and I couldn't stop talking about this wonderful new experience. It was an eye-opening experience for me. I told Georgia that she changed my life. She smiled, and kissed me. I told her that I didn't want to be a Mistress anymore. I wanted to permanently become a submissive. Her submissive. Forever. Georgia stared at me with stunned eyes. I kissed my new Mistress, and she kissed me back. At long last I found what I was looking for. A dominant Black woman to dominate me and take care of me. When we first met, I was the Mistress and Georgia was the submissive and the apprentice. Now I'm the submissive, the one who wants to learn at the feet of the mistress. I have a lot to learn about being submissive, and she will teach me. I love our new relationship. 




Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 07



My name is Georgia Antoine. A tall, good-looking and forthright Black lesbian of African-American descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Kennedy College, and I'm currently dating a tall, beautiful Black woman named Miranda Hill. She's the Dean of Student Affairs and a special advisor to Scholar-Athletes at Kennedy College in downtown Boston. We have a very passionate relationship. The fact that I'm twenty one years old and she's over forty doesn't bother either of us. Love is love. Age isn't anything more than a number. That's my belief anyway. Tonight, she invited her old friend, Christine Joan Armand, to join us for some fun. 

Now, I love my Miranda. She's my friend, my lover, my submissive and my everything. I care for her deeply. However, even the most loving relationships can grow rusty and stale after a while. We're determined to prevent that from happening to us. Lesbian bed death doesn't have to claim yet another otherwise fun and promising relationship. We can keep it at bay by keeping things spicy. I must say that I was excited to meet Miranda's friend Christine. Apparently they were roommates in college and had a lot of fun together. Christine was a wild one, according to Miranda's stories.

Well, I wasn't disappointed when I finally met the daring and infamous Christine. The lady certainly had a presence. Christine Joan Armand is a very tall and sexy Black woman from the city of Brockton. One fine-looking gal with a very pretty face, great body and fabulous ass. This gal is a wealthy and powerful lady. She's the CEO of Armand & Dale Realtors. Yes, an actual multi-millionaire. That didn't impress me half as much as her thick ass did. I do love a fine ass. And Christine assured us that she was definitely down for my unique brand of fun. We're going to have a lot of fun tonight.

Right now, I am sitting on a high chair in the living room of my lover's Back Bay townhouse while Miranda Hill and Christine Joan Armand kneel before me. I can't tell you how great it is. For a young Black woman like me to sexually dominate two sexy older Black women. They're both naked, and they're licking my feet. I sit there, smiling while polishing my scepter and makeshift rod. For I am a princess and they must cater to my every whim. I've dominated many women and been dominated by one or two but I've never dominated two sexy Black women at the same time. Especially two sexy Black women who are older than me. This is a first for me, in more ways than one. For starters, this is my first threesome. All things considered, I think I handled it splendidly. What do you think? 

After my two very willing lady friends got done licking my feet, I rose from my chair and asked them to follow me. We went to the bedroom, where the fun really began. I lay on the king-sized bed, legs spread while they worshiped my body. Miranda fondled my breasts and sucked my tits while Christine licked and fingered my pussy. It's not every day that I receive such wonderful attention, and you had better believe that I absolutely relished the experience. Miranda and Christine were absolutely frigging amazing. Expert pussy lickers and tit suckers. I should have done this a long time ago.

Not one to stay inactive, I didn't merely direct the fun. I participated as well. I put Christine on all fours and spread her ass cheeks wide open. I spat on her asshole and inserted my finger inside. Meanwhile, Christine busied herself licking and fingering Miranda's pussy. I caressed Christine's ass. The sexy Black businesswoman had a fine-looking ass. Big, round and firm. I smacked her ass. She just continued to lick Miranda's pussy, just like I told her. Good woman. She knows how to follow orders. I really like that in a woman. I inserted two fingers inside Christine's asshole. Oh, my. This sexy Black lady was definitely no stranger to the pleasures of butt fucking. Curious. Very curious. Her asshole felt warm and tight around my fingers. Hell, it even felt supple. I'm willing to bet that this lady has taken it up the bum and she's done so quite recently. This will work to her advantage considering what I got planned for her.

I grabbed my trusty strap-on dildo, and strapped it on. Once I had it firmly in place, I spread Christine's ass cheeks and pressed my dildo against her asshole. Ready or not, here I come. With a swift thrust, I penetrated the sexy older Black woman's very inviting asshole. Well, that elicited a response from her. A wordless groan escaped Christine's mouth. Even though she was busy licking Miranda's pussy. Grinning, I gave Christine's big Black ass a good smack. I love to watch a mature Black woman's big sexy ass jiggle after getting smacked. It makes me wet in funny places. I put my hands on Christine's wide hips, took a deep breath and shoved the dildo deep into her asshole.

While I fucked Christine's asshole, she began to fuck Miranda's pussy with her very own dildo. I smiled, and gave her big ass an affectionate pat. This lady definitely knows threesome etiquette. Cooperation and teamwork, coupled with a talent for multitasking can work wonders in these situations. Miranda squealed in delight as Christine put her pussy through the tunnel of delights, as she likes to say. I smiled at that. My beloved Miranda loves to have her pussy properly licked, teased, fingered and fucked. Our friend Christine was apparently quite talented in that area. That's good.

While sliding the dildo in and out of Christine's asshole, I fingered the older Black woman's dripping wet pussy. Clearly she was loving what I was doing to her ass because her excitement was palpable. I tasted Christine's pussy juice. Not bad. Not bad at all. Of course, she didn't taste half as good as my Miranda did, but then again no one does. I decided to spice things up by grabbing a handful of Christine's short hair and yanking her head. The sexy older Black woman yelped in surprise. Laughing, I smacked her ass and resumed fucking her. She really loved anal play, I could tell. With a grunt, Christine resumed fucking Miranda's pussy with her dildo. We sucked and fucked the night away, folks. It was hot.

When all was said and done, the three of us lay exhausted on the bed. We were grinning like clowns, our bodies with sweat and pussy juice, happy as can be. I pulled Miranda into my arms and kissed her. Christine kissed me, and stroked my breasts. I smiled at her. She was definitely welcome to our bed for many more repeat performances. This woman was definitely a lot of fun. I am one lucky Black college chick. I've got two sexy older Black women to play with. Life is good. 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 08



The name is Madeline O'Connell. I'm a six-foot-two, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and gray-eyed, forty-something Irishwoman living in a secluded mansion in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a reclusive multi-millionaire heiress with an exquisite if somewhat secretive lifestyle. You see, I am quite cruel and have voracious sexual appetites. Being wealthy and powerful enables me to indulge my unique tastes with relative safety and impunity. It's good to be me, folks. Having been educated at prestigious schools like Pine Manor College and Harvard University pretty much guaranteed me an upscale lifestyle. Thanks to my family money, I can do whatever I want. Life is terrific.

Sexual domination of others is my favorite thing to do. I love having power over others. It's intoxicating. Currently, my favorite brand of submissive is the Black woman from the North American inner-city. I've had lots of fun with Hispanic women in the recent past. These days, I love to dominate Black women sexually. Simply put, I can't get enough of them. I don't know why. Take my submissive Gina Jean for example. She's a five-foot-nine, busty and kind of plump, big-bottomed Black woman I met at a dyke bar in South Boston. She's currently a business student at Emerson College. I have a thing for plump, dark-skinned chicks with big butts. I guess you could say that I was drawn to her. I approached her, disguising my lust and intense curiosity as mild interest.

At the bar, I bought her a few drinks and learned a bit more about her. My way of getting some answers to the questions that plagued me. What I found positively thrilled me. Gina Jean is in quite a bind, folks. This young lady is desperately trying to stay in school but her financial aid money is running out. It is a recession after all. How sad. Money's tight, so what's a plump Black dyke to do? Gina told me she tried her hand at online erotic modeling, and that's how she really caught my attention. If she's willing to expose herself for money, she might be down with my unique brand of fun. 

I made this young Black woman an offer she couldn't refuse. Entertaining me sexually in exchange for making some money. I pay her six hundred dollars a week to come to my house and play the role of my submissive slut. It's a good arrangement. We're both getting what we need. She needs some green to stay in school. I need a ghetto slut to dominate. I just love to dominate inner city chicks who have an attitude problem. Last month, I had tons of fun with my Hispanic maid, Maria Fortes. She was a fifty-something Hispanic mama with big tits, wide hips and a big butt. I was paying her eight hundred dollars a week to clean my house. She caught my attention because she had a cute face, a deliciously plump body and a big ass. Unfortunately she was also sassy as hell. In time, I turned her into my own personal bitch.

Maria Fortes was something else. A very feisty Hispanic mama. She didn't like rich white chicks like me. That's a shame because I really, really like feisty Hispanic mamas. I think they're hot. Why? Their cute faces, lovely tits, big chunky butts and tasty pussies are positively irresistible. My pussy gets wet the moment I think about them. The first thing I did was lure Maria into my sexy trap with the promise of money. I gave her eight hundred dollars to stay overnight one time, and after that night she was never the same. That night, I seduced Maria and got her in my bed. I had her licking my pussy like there was no tomorrow. Maria Fortes, the big-booty Hispanic mama who considered herself a deeply conservative Catholic was into licking pussy. What a surprise. Sometimes I wonder if there are any heterosexual conservatives left. I doubt it.

The moment Maria Fortes licked my pussy, she became addicted. It's not her fault, really. My pussy is just that good. One lick is all it takes. By the time the night ended, she was professing her undying love and devotion to me. So I offered her to live with me for a time. She wouldn't be my maid, merely my lover. And I would take care of her family financially. The naïve Maria was more than okay with that. We had our fun, then we had my kind of fun. I convinced my new so-called lover to try new things. Like the collar I made specially for her. I walked her around my house while she wore the collar and followed me on all fours. Maria was turning out to be so obedient. How wonderful.

I loved bending Maria Fortes over and giving her big ass a good spanking. Maria's big butt jiggled while I spanked her. It was a wonderful thing to behold. In time, I did a lot more than that to her. I put Maria through all kinds of wonderful hell and she endured it as a way of proving her love for me. Maria licked my asshole and let me piss all over her face. She also let me finger her asshole and spank her tits with my leather belt. She let me tie her up and finger her pussy while repeatedly smacking her face. Yeah, there was nothing my favorite big-booty Hispanic maid wouldn't do for me. So when I decided to fuck her with my strap-on dildo one day, she was willing to give it a try just for me.

I put Maria Fortes on all fours and spread her ass cheeks wide open. I got her nicely lubricated. Then I pressed my dildo against her asshole and pushed it inside. With a swift thrust, I went in. Maria groaned as I penetrated her asshole with my dildo. I gave her big butt a hard smack and told her to quit whining. Then I placed my hands upon those wide hips of hers and shoved the dildo deep into her asshole. Gritting her teeth, Maria endured what I was doing to her. Laughing, I began fucking her harder and faster. I've always wanted to butt-fuck a feisty Hispanic mama with my strap-on dildo. Those chicks got so much attitude. I wanted to fuck the sass out of Maria. And so I did. I fucked her ass until it became a gaping hole. Then I pulled the dildo out of her asshole and spat inside. Maria whined. I smacked her hard and told her to shut up. Admiring my handiwork, I smiled to myself. I am definitely the Mistress of this House.

Not long after I started fucking Maria's ass regularly, I got tired of her. I fired her ass. Just for good measure, I sent her friends and family members videos I made of her submitting to me. A little parting gift, you know. I wonder how Maria's family took the news. Not only was this deeply religious Hispanic woman a closet dyke but she was also the kind of sexually submissive slut who gets off on being dominated by a rich, bossy white woman. I would have loved to see the looks on her friends and family members faces when they saw the videos. I sent one to her husband Miguel, her sons Mario and Jose, and her daughter Linda. I also sent one to her longtime friends Isabel and Juanita, along with Padre Antonio, the head of her church. Am I good or what? I'm pretty sure Maria will remember me for all time.

That's it for my adventures with Maria. I then went looking for some new plaything and that's how I met Gina Jean. Folks, I simply love the power I have over Gina Jean. As a dominant lesbian, I've always loved the idea of sexually taming one of those rude, arrogant and downright vicious Black sluts from the inner city. They're so raw and fearless. Taming one would require a lot of strength. And that's more than okay by me. I love to put Gina on her knees and worship me for the dominant white goddess that I am. I love to order her around. It's a thrill to command her to lick my pussy and clean my feet with her tongue. Like a lot of butch young women, Gina is fascinated by dominant mature women. And mature women don't get any bossier than me.

Gina had a smart mouth on her like so many of these ghetto chicks. That's why I love to smack her hard in the face, just to remind her who's in charge. Gina is one of those young Black women who don't submit too easily. First, I had to break her down. A lot of young Black chicks in the big city think they're all that. I had to prove otherwise. Breaking Gina Jean down wasn't easy. It required all of my strength as a dominant mistress. I told Gina that unless she submitted to me completely, her world would fall apart. She'd get thrown out of school, wind up homeless and jobless. Scared shitless, she agreed to do everything I said. And that's how she became my own personal bitch. I smiled after she swore her fealty to me and ordered her to kneel before me and lick my pussy.

I made her lick my ass and kiss my feet. I put a collar around her neck and ordered her to refer to me as her Ivory Goddess. Gina Jean complied with my every order. One day, I put her on all fours, face down and fat ass up, and royally screwed her with my strap-on dildo. I lubed up her ass and shoved my dildo up her booty hole. To say that Gina Jean screamed would have been an understatement. The big Black woman squealed as she got butt-fucked by a dominant white chick wearing a thick strap-on dildo. I smacked Gina's big butt, loving the way it jiggled as I fucked her. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked her head back while slamming the dildo deep into her asshole. Gina howled as I fucked her. I laughed and berated her while fucking her ass. I told her she was just a ghetto slut and I made her my own personal bitch. I fucked her ass until she begged for mercy. It was so hot. You should have been there.

After this memorable experience, Gina Jean became completely submissive. I loved that transformation in her. As can be expected, I videotaped all of our sexual encounters and domination sessions. When I got tired of her, I sent some of the videos to her classmates and professors at her college and of course, her parents and close friends got their own copies. Another memorable experience for this mistress, folks. I just love the feisty women of the inner city. They're so damn hot. Let's see what's on the agenda for today. I've dominated a sexy Black mama and a feisty Hispanic matron. I think I'm done for today. Tomorrow, I'm finding myself a sexy Asian lady or a Native American sweetheart. I hear wonderful things about them. What do you think?



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 09



My name is Kyle Blanchard. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Massachusetts State Police Officer. One of the many patrol units keeping order in the cities, towns and highways of the Commonwealth. At night, I'm something else entirely. What am I? The answer will surprise the hell out of you. I am a BDSM expert and dungeon master. I'm a bisexual stud who loves to have fun with the ladies and the gentlemen. I don't discriminate. I like people of all colors and backgrounds. Especially sexy people. Life is too short to obsess with racial or gender issues. Sex is natural. Do it with whoever is willing. That's my motto and it should be your motto too. Sex is cool, I enjoy showing it off. That's just how I roll.

I recently ended a relationship which mattered a lot to me. My partner Lucien Armand and I called it quits. Lucien Armand is a man I met during my last year at the University of Massachusetts. A tall, good-looking Black man of African-American and French-Canadian descent. At first, things didn't look like they would work between us. Lucien had recently left his girlfriend Nikki because of her lack of acceptance for his bisexual identity. I was still struggling with my fledgling bisexuality at the time. I was also dating a young Black woman named Monique Dexter, whom I met at school. I fell in love with Lucien and ended up leaving Monique to be with him. We moved in together. Ours was a very loving relationship. Lucien supported me through my trying days at the state police academy and he was there for me when I became a rookie cop.

Yeah, my beloved partner did all that while attending Suffolk Law School. Lucien was a very awesome guy. He's traveled all over the world and knew so many people from diverse cultures. He's the one who introduced me to BDSM and to date, he's the only person I ever submitted to. That's because I loved and trusted him. We were a sexually adventurous couple. Sometimes we invited other men and even women to our bed, just to spice things up. Unfortunately, this proved to be our downfall as a couple. Lucien ended up leaving me for Ramon, a sexy Hispanic stud we actually had a threesome with. Yeah, betrayal is a bitch. I forced myself to move on after the loss of my partner. I threw myself into the world of kinky sex and never looked back. It's been fun.

Just last week, I had a lot of fun with a twenty-something, blonde-haired white female submissive named Marjorie Rosenberg. A wealthy Jewish chick from the nearby town of Stoughton. One of those young white women with a real fetish for bossy Black men. She wanted to experience sexual submission at the hands of a truly dominant Black male. That's more than okay by me. I put Marjorie Rosenberg through her paces, folks. A submissive must know who the boss is. No ifs, ands or buts about it. First, I told her the rules of the game and asked her to explain her interest and her limits. Marjorie Rosenberg was down with that. Once I knew for sure that we were on the same page, the games began.

I tied Marjorie up, bound her hand and foot, and then gave her pale ass a good spanking. I spanked the white slut's ass until she turned beet red. Then I made her suck my long and thick, uncircumcised Black cock and big balls before pissing all over her face and making her drink it. Afterwards, I whipped her with my belt and then fingered her pussy. Marjorie was curious about rough anal, and I indulged her fantasy. Spreading her ass cheeks wide open, and applied lubricant all over her anus. Then I pressed my cock against her asshole and entered her with a swift thrust. Marjorie squealed as my long and thick Black cock slid into her asshole.

A lot of Black men like to fuck white women in the ass. I'm no exception. Gripping Marjorie's narrow hips, I thrust my cock deep into her asshole. Marjorie screamed and urged me to fuck her harder. I fucked her hard, thrusting my cock into the forbidden depths of her booty hole. I made the white chick scream, fucking her ass as hard as I could. She howled as I went balls deep inside her, plunging my cock as far up her ass as it could go. Anal sex is one of my favorite sexual activities. I tapped that ass, folks. I fucked Marjorie's ass until the white chick begged for mercy. Then I pulled out of her. Marjorie thanked me for a wonderful session of rough sex and domination. I sent her on her way. I can safely say that we both had a good time.

Today, I'm dominating a six-foot-one, busty and big-bottomed, deliciously heavyset Black woman named Roselyn Joseph. She's one of the deacons at my church. A forty-something broad trying to relive her glory days by hooking up with sexy younger men. One of those horny Black church sluts who love the dick. She loves being dominated and I'm more than okay with that. Presently, Roselyn is on her knees, properly kneeling before her dominant Black Master. She's wearing a collar just like a good slave should. In my hand I hold my long black leather belt. I use it to thoroughly whip Roselyn's chest and thick ass. Hell, I even give her face a good hard smack. Just to remind her who's in charge here. Those feisty Black chicks from the hood will get you if you're not careful. You've got to keep them in line.

It's been a while since I dominated a Black slut. Usually, my submissive base is made up of straight and bisexual white women, gay and bisexual white men, queer Arab men and the occasional horny gay Latino guy or sexually adventurous Asian person. Dominating a mature Black woman, now this is a refreshing change of pace for this Black Master. Like a lot of modern Black males, Black females frustrate the hell out of me. Seriously. Roselyn is one of those rare Black females who actually like a dominant Black man to take charge and put Black females in their place. Like nature itself intended. I got no problem putting a Black woman in her place. It's my duty as a strong Black man.

After admiring the sight of a mature Black woman on her knees for a bit, I turn Roselyn around and put her on all fours. Face down and fat black ass up. I liked the way she looked in that position. Seriously. I whipped her big black ass with my belt. Roselyn squealed as I gave her big black butt the sound whipping that it deserved. I let her have it, loving the way her big black ass jiggled as I whipped. As I gave her ass a sound whipping, I cut loose. My way of cleansing myself of the frustrations visited upon me by the annoying Black chicks in this brother's life. After giving Roselyn's ass a good whipping, I decided to re-introduce her to the wonders of anal sex. A chick her age has definitely ridden down the Hershey highway before. I'm just here to remind her of what she's been missing.

I told Roselyn that I was going to fuck her in the ass. It didn't phase her a bit. I lubricated her asshole, then pressed my dick against her backdoor. With a swift thrust, I went inside. Roselyn groaned as I penetrated her. Her asshole felt warm and tight around my dick. Although she was definitely no anal virgin, this chick hadn't done the backdoor loving thing in a while. I licked my lips. This was going to be sweet. I placed my hands on Roselyn's wide hips and thrust my cock into her asshole. Slowly but surely, inch by inch, I worked my dick into her asshole. Yeah, the big Black woman's asshole took all of my dick. Nice. Smacking her ass, I resumed fucking her hard. I drilled my cock into that woman's asshole like a Texan miner prospecting for gold. Roselyn howled as I gave her ass the pounding it deserved. Her howls and squeals were music to this brother's ears. I guess you could say I tapped that ass. It was absolutely frigging awesome.

After this memorable experience, I added Roselyn Joseph to my racially diverse stable of horny women and sexy men whom I fuck whenever I feel like it. I'm loving the single life, folks. I'm a young Black male police officer in the state of Massachusetts. I'm not trying to get hitched. Just having some fun. I like the way my life is right now. I don't need the emotional complications that a relationship with anyone, male or female, would bring. Life is better without that kind of stress. I'm making my money, keeping the streets safe and I get laid whenever I feel like it. This Black man's life is just about perfect. 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 10



My name is Alexandra Brown. I'm a six-foot-two, curvy and big-bottomed, beautifully dark-skinned ( and proud ) Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a Professor of Criminal Justice at Dale Johnson College in downtown Boston. Right in the heart of the city. Folks, I am a firm believer that one must enjoy one's work. Otherwise what's the point of doing it? Sometimes I take it a bit too far, but always with good results. Unpredictability is the spice of life, in this lady's sincere opinion.

Tonight, I'm having some fun with two students of mine, Andy Pierre and his girlfriend Raven Henderson. They're a very sexy couple I met the day they walked into my Ethics of Criminal Justice class. They immediately stood out, and not just because only thirty eight percent of Dale Johnson College's eighteen-thousand-person student body is made up of African-Americans, Asians and Hispanics. No, these two really looked good together. Andy is a tall, good-looking young Black man with short wavy hair, light brown skin and pale brown eyes. He's the star of the Dale Johnson College men's swim team. One of only three African-American athletes on the national championship swim team of our college. This six-foot-one, 170-pound Black stud is the talk of the college sports world. Word is he could be a serious contender for the 2012 Olympics.

His girlfriend Raven Henderson was equally impressive. A five-foot-ten, pleasantly plump, big-bottomed and very pretty young Black woman with dark brown skin, short Black hair and light gray eyes. Raven Henderson was another star athlete at Dale Johnson College. She's captain of the all-new women's varsity rugby squad. This gal made headlines in high school by being one of the top players on her school's varsity football team. Now she was an NCAA celebrity in her own right due to her prowess in the emerging sport of women's collegiate rugby. 

Raven Henderson comes from an impressive family. Her father, Ramon Henderson is the Director of Athletics at Dale Johnson College. A tall and fine-looking stud of African-American and Puerto Rican descent. If you ask me he got the best of both worlds. This brilliant man forever transformed athletics at the school. When he came along in 2004, the school sponsored women's Soccer, men's Baseball, men's Soccer, women's Softball, men's Basketball, women's Golf, women's Basketball and women's Volleyball. In the world of NCAA Division One athletics, we were seen as downright pitiful. Rival schools like the University of Massachusetts at Amherst, Northeastern University, Boston College and Boston University regularly kicked our butts. Ramon Henderson changed that by convincing the Board of Directors to beef up the Athletics Department's budget and progressively adding new sports for men and women. In addition to the varsity teams we already had, Dale Johnson College now sponsors men's and women's Ice Hockey, women's Rugby, men's Wrestling, men's and women's Swimming, men's and women's Cross Country and men's Football. The guy was a genius. And he was easy on the eyes too. Too bad he's married. I wonder what he would think about my hooking up with his daughter. 

Andy and Raven were a sexy couple, and both of them were checking me out in class. They flirted with me shamelessly. That's okay because I didn't mind the flirtation. I'm newly out as a bisexual woman, and I'm also recently divorced. Myron, my husband of ten years left me for Nikki, some skinny Asian chick he met at an office party. That's okay. His loss if you ask me. I got the house, the two cars and our yacht in the divorce settlement. Myron got a mountain of debt, and one hell of a headache. That's what he gets for leaving a beautiful sister like me for some skinny Asian broad who's young enough to be his daughter. Not that I'm bitter or anything. I just don't know what he sees in her. 

Anyhow, I intended to make up for lost time now that I'm a free woman again. Andy and Raven's constant flirting with me made me feel rejuvenated. One day, I invited them to my house for some fun. They were down with that. The three of us ended up having tons of fun together. I was horny as well and I took on the both of them at the same time. I haven't had a threesome in a while. You see, my ex wasn't cool with threesomes or my swinger tendencies. He was sexually conservative, let's leave it at that. Now that he's gone, I get to do whatever I want. Correction, make that I get to do whoever I want. Like two of my sexy college students.

In my living room, I stripped naked before Andy and Raven's amazed eyes. I'm tall, curvy and I've got big tits and a big booty. I'm one hell of a woman. Andy smiled at me and told me I was hot. Grinning, I threw my panties at them. His girlfriend Raven actually caught them and sniffed them. She smiled at me, then began stripping as well. I admired this sexy plump Black chick as she got naked. She was hot, and pleasantly plump. Her wide hips, big ass and pretty face appealed to me immensely. I like a curvy sister. Because I'm a curvy sister myself. Andy undressed and showed off his tall and lean swimmer's body. I gasped when I saw his dick. He had a long and thick, uncircumcised dick. The sexy Black stud winked at me. I walked up to him and Raven. The three of us kissed, then went to my bedroom.

We got down and dirty. I fondled Andy's balls and sucked his long and thick Black cock while his girlfriend Raven licked my pussy. The young Black woman was surprisingly good at eating pussy. I've got decades of experience when it comes to pussy licking, so it takes a lot to impress me. Andy groaned in pleasure and gently ran his hands through my hair while I sucked his dick. It's been a while since I went down on a man. I'm discovering that I actually missed it. Well, here was my chance to make up for lost time. I sucked Andy's cock and balls as if they were made of sugar cubes. 

Next, we got into some intense fucking. Andy put me on all fours and took me from behind. Gripping my hips tightly, he shoved his dick into my pussy while I licked Raven's neatly shaved pussy. The young Black woman squealed in delight while working my magic on her. Clearly she enjoyed what I was doing to her. Andy's throbbing cock filled my snatch in a wonderful way. Married to Myron for so long, I'd forgotten what some good dick actually felt like. Andy fucked me hard, and I loved every minute of it. He really knows how to lay pipe, as they used to say in my day. I liked his style. So much that when he asked me if I was down for a some back shots, I said yes.

Andy spread my ass cheeks and licked my asshole. I felt his tongue worm its way into my asshole. Hot damn, this young man was so kinky. He lubricated me, then pressed his dick against my backdoor. I gave him the green light, and he entered me with a swift thrust. I gasped as I felt his cock penetrate my ass. Truth be told, I haven't had anal sex in a long time. I missed it so much. Andy began fucking me slowly but I told him to give it to me hard. I think he was really surprised to hear that, but he did as I asked. He began slamming his dick deep into my asshole, giving it to me hard and fast, just like he should. Meanwhile, Raven fingered her pussy while watching us. This young woman was clearly turned on by the sight of her boyfriend doing another woman. She reminds me of myself when I was her age. With one exception. Raven was apparently kinkier.

She grabbed her purse and pulled something out of it. My eyes went wide when I saw what it was. A strap-on dildo. I grinned, and winked at her. Raven smiled, and crept closer to me. She strapped on her dildo, then shoved it into my mouth. Andy saw what was going on and laughed. I sucked on Raven's dildo as if it were a real cock. It tasted rubbery, but I didn't mind. The feeling of Andy's hard dick pounding my ass and filling my tight crevice pretty much dominated my world.

As the evening rolled by, we continued to try kinkier and kinkier stuff together. Raven rode on Andy's dick while sucking my tits. Andy slammed his dick up her pussy roughly, shaking her like a rag doll. He fucked her real hard, and Raven seemed overjoyed. When he put her on all fours and shoved his dick into her asshole, she howled like a madwoman and begged him to fuck her harder. She kept screaming for him to tear her ass up. I watched, impressed. This chick was clearly a rough rider. I liked that about her. Andy was kinkier than I ever imagined. After fucking his girlfriend's ass with that awesome dick of his, he actually let her do him. And I meant exactly that. He let her do him.

Raven put Andy on all fours and licked his ass, then she pressed the dildo against his backdoor and slipped it inside. Andy grimaced as his girlfriend penetrated him with her strap-on dildo. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was definitely bold, provocative and it turned me on like you would not believe. I fingered my pussy while watching them, and found that I was wetter than the Atlantic. I've never seen a Black couple do anything as boldly kinky as what Raven and Andy were doing right in front of me. Raven lovingly caressed Andy's ass while working the dildo inside of him. He groaned in pleasure as she fucked him. Clearly they've done this before. They were really comfortable with each other. Amazing. 

I watched this awesome spectacle, moved in more ways than one. I was especially thrilled when they changed positions. Andy lay on his back with his legs resting on Raven's shoulders while she fucked him with her strap-on dildo. It was awesomely hot. Yeah, I had never seen anything like this before. They went at it for a long time, and when it was over, they embraced tenderly. I was misty-eyed I swear. Hell, I even applauded. Andy and Raven smiled at me, and then the three of us hit the showers. I had just about a billion questions for them. I didn't know Black couples did the kinky stuff they did. Especially collegiate Black couples. Wow. They were happy to answer my questions. They loved and trusted each other, and found that they had virtually no limits. I was amazed. They'll go far with that attitude. I swear this isn't the last time I invite them to my house for some fun. Oh, no. They're going to be regulars from now on.

That's it for tonight, folks. After this memorable evening, Andy and Raven left my house and drove back to their respective dorms. I'm glad to have met them. I think I'm going to enjoy my new life. The life of a well-to-do, decidedly sexy, mature bisexual Black woman in the big city. Just living for myself, taking care of my needs and having fun when I can. You're never too old to start living and loving like never before. I feel free, and happy. Things are going fine for me, personally and professionally. What can I say? Life is good.



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 11



Beatrice Dawson is the name. I'm a tall, curvy and dark-skinned, beautiful Black woman in her mid-forties living in the city of Atlanta, Georgia. I am a professor of African-American Literature at Spelman College. These days, life is cool. I recently left my husband Dwight after I caught him cheating on me with a skinny white woman half his age. Twenty years of marriage down the frigging drain. And the sad thing is that I never saw it coming. Seriously. I'm not one of those sexless, arrogant shrews modern men dread being married to. I'm smart, sexy, have my own money and I support my man. I also love sex, and believe in bedroom variety. As long as both partners in the marriage consent to it, of course.  Do I sound like the kind of Black woman any Black man in his right mind would ditch?

I have wondered this time and again. What did my husband Dwight's hussy Mandy have that I didn't? She wasn't even pretty. A short, skinny blonde chick who worked as a clerk at the local grocery store. She was pure trash. Average looks, zero education and no money. What did he see in her? I thought our sex life was awesome. I'm very open to the idea of threesomes with my husband and some of our lady friends. I didn't mind sharing my husband with another woman for one night, as long as I knew the woman in question. Our house was a full swinger household. Yeah, we had some truly rocking parties. It's not like I'm one of those females who don't take care of their men's sexual needs yet act all surprised when he cheats on them with some other woman. I'm the kind of wife you dream about. 

I am the ideal wife for the Black male professional. Why? Let me count the many reasons. I support my man, I'm not a nagging machine and I love sex. I'm serious. I absolutely love sex. Doggy style. Dick sucking. Pussy licking. Anal sex. Threesomes. Strap-on dildo usage. Even some light bondage. I did it all. All to please my man. So why did Dwight do me like this? I thought we had something special. I guess I'll never know. I made him pay, though. I got my revenge the legal way. I kept the house, the car and our two sons, Zachary and Gregory, who will soon be attending Morehouse College. My ex-husband Dwight kept the bills and his mistress. I'm told they lived for a while in a shanty little apartment somewhere outside of town. It's exactly what they deserve. Not that I'm bitter or anything.

I now embrace the next chapter of my life. The world is mine. I have my own house, my own car and a fantastic career. Life is good. I don't need Dwight or anyone else to make me feel complete. I've got my life, my health, and my career. I've got the love of my two wonderful sons. I don't need some stinking man to break my heart into a trillion pieces all over again. I'll never understand why so many Black men leave beautiful, educated, sexy, supportive and well-to-do Black women for some of the ugliest white women. The sad thing is they're not leaving their Black wife or girlfriend for a pretty white woman. They never do it. They leave a fine sister for the ugliest and palest broad they can find. Why? Maybe it's a guy thing. Maybe I'm not meant to understand. Recently, Dwight came to me saying he made a mistake. I will never forgive him. He had it all, and chose to throw it away. It's his mistake, not mine. I've moved on.

Sometimes, you find love in the last places you'd expect. Without even looking for it, it falls on your lap. Things like these don't just happen. At least not to me. At least that's what I believed, until a certain young woman changed my life. I found myself smitten with one of my students. Atlanta Valentine, a tall, gorgeous young Black woman I ran into in my civics class. This towering beauty named after the South's nicest city was certainly a wonder to behold.  Standing five-foot-eleven while barefoot, I consider myself to be pretty tall.  Atlanta Valentine stood six-foot-three, and she was a big, beautiful young woman. She weighed around two hundred and forty pounds but she looked good with it. Like one of them WNBA heavyweights. 

Atlanta Valentine was an athletic powerhouse. In high school, she played football and basketball. She was also a varsity wrestler on the male team for a time.  The most heavily recruited female athlete in the Old South Athletic Conference, she bypassed schools like Georgia Tech and Savannah State to enroll at Spelman College on an academic scholarship. She's quite a sensation on the Spelman College campus. The leader of the newly formed women's rugby club at the school. I never thought it would happen to me but I found myself attracted to one of my students. And you know what? She liked me too. My big beautiful sweetie liked me too.

Before I knew it, I was breaking my own rules by crossing the line professors must not cross.  I had sex with one of my college students.  One night, Atlanta invited me to her dormitory for some fun.  And we did have a lot of fun. Atlanta Valentine was a very wild and kinky young woman. She undressed me, laid me down on her bed and went to work on me. Spreading my legs, she went to town on my pussy. The big sexy young Black woman began licking my pussy and nibbling my clit like there was no tomorrow. I moaned in pleasure as this sexy young woman worked her magic on me. For such a young woman, she was highly skilled in the fine art of oral sex. Atlanta Valentine licked my pussy with the skill and tempo of a veteran dyke. Where in hell did she learn how to do that? She rocked my world, and promised me this was the first of many nights to come.

After that memorable evening, Atlanta Valentine and I became secret lovers. And our sex was awesome. I fell in love with her. There was nothing I wouldn't do for her. I even let her dominate me in bed. Atlanta loved bossing me around. She had a serious Jones for sexy mature Black women. She would make me kneel before her and lick her pussy. Atlanta was a big Black woman in more ways than one. She had big lips, big tits, big hips, a huge butt and a big pussy. The most wide-set vagina I've ever seen. I loved fingering and licking it. Atlanta screamed when I inserted my fingers, and eventually my whole fist up her pussy. I loved fisting her. I've never heard a woman scream so loud. Especially a big and tall, strong young Black woman like Atlanta Valentine.

She was so much fun to play with. Atlanta would bend me over her knees and spank me. I loved getting my big ass spanked. Usually I'm dominant with my female lovers but I liked submitting to Atlanta. Especially since she was a sexy butch chick.  She loved to finger my asshole while licking my pussy. And it drove me absolutely nuts. I liked having things up my butt. And Atlanta knew it. She loved inserting everything from bananas to fingers and dildos up my asshole. And I absolutely loved it. So when she brought her strap-on dildo to fuck me one day, I was all for it. I got on all fours, face down and ass up, and spread my cheeks for my woman. Atlanta positioned herself behind me, and pressed her dildo against my asshole. With a swift thrust, she sank it in. I squealed as my dominant mistress began fucking me in the ass with her dildo. Atlanta gripped my hips with those strong hands of hers and thrust the dildo deep into my asshole. I screamed. I moaned. I whined. I begged. She fucked me mercilessly. I cried. I howled. I screamed and begged for mercy. She relentlessly slammed the dildo into my asshole. And I absolutely loved it. In the end, I didn't want it to end.

My Atlanta and I are very happy together. I don't care about our age difference. Or the fact that I'm her professor and she's my college student. We're happy together and that's all that matters. Two grown women can do anything they damn well feel like. Especially in a city like Atlanta. A city that loves the Black woman more than any other. Whether she's a model, a politician, an artist, a college student or an entertainer. That's just how we roll. I found my one true love, and I'm happy. Nothing else matters.



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 12



Raquel Jean-Pierre is the name. I'm a five-foot-ten, curvy, busty and big-bottomed black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Bridgewater State College, majoring in business. It's my first year at the college. Last June, I graduated from Cardinal High School. Bridgewater State College is a mostly white campus with a somewhat diverse student body. Many African-American, Hispanic and Asian students from nearby Brockton attend the school. I found myself bored as hell. There were lots of guys around, but they didn't appeal to a sexy young black woman like myself. I like my men to be black and manly, not white and nerdy. Nothing personal, just my preference.

I made quite a few friends at Bridgewater State College. Myra Adewale, a young black woman from South Africa is one of my best friends. We met during Orientation Day. Along with our friend Janet Lee, a Chinese-American pre-med student, we formed a glorious trio. We hung out together, and supported each other. Like girlfriends should. However, something was missing. I love my girlfriends but I need a man. Preferably a black man. There were lots of good-looking black men on the college campus, but most of them had white chick fever. It's an inexplicable phenomenon. I swear, every black guy on the football and basketball teams of college campuses across America is dating some blonde hussy with a name like Amber, Bambi or Meredith. And most of the times, these chicks aren't even pretty. They have okay faces but flat chests and flat butts. Hey, if that's what the black college men want, that's their choice. To each his own, you know. I sincerely hoped that somewhere out there, there are black college men seeking black college women. 

I busied myself studying, and aced my classes. I've always been a good scholar, so it was easy. Working hard at maintaining a 3.9 GPA took my mind off guys, at least temporarily. As fate would have it, my luck soon changed. Recently I hooked up with this tall, handsome black stud named Jerome Wilfred. And he's all that and then some. He's a Haitian-American soccer player at Emerson College in Boston, and he likes the sisters. Especially thick, beautifully dark-skinned and big-bottomed sisters like me. Glad to know some black college men still like black women. It fills this sister's heart with joy.

Jerome and his friends like to hang out in Brockton. He's from Atlanta and doesn't much care for Emerson College's lily white campus. I know just what he means. He wanted to hang out with others like him, other black college students. We have our own hangouts, you know. That's how we met. We've been inseparable ever since. What can I say? The chemistry was just right. We had a lot in common. Just two Haitian-American college students trying to make it in America. Jerome was quite the charmer. He would take me dancing to some really cool reggae clubs, and we would walk all over Boston, holding hands and laughing. Just a young black couple in the big city, enjoying each other's company. And it was a beautiful thing.

Jerome once invited to his place. He's staying at his aunt Jacqueline's place. She's a lawyer in the big city who owns a really nice house in Brockton's west side. She's got a really nice pool. That day, she and her husband Carl were at work so Jerome had the place all to himself. He dialed me up and I came over. At Jerome's insistence, we went skinny dipping. Right in his aunt's pool. I know what you're thinking. I don't do this for every guy I'm with. Only the ones I like. And I really liked Jerome. He was so tall, sexy and friendly. With sexy eyes full of mischief. Yeah, he could talk almost anyone into anything. I guess that's why he talked me into taking my clothes off. Lucky for us, there was a high wooden fence surrounding the house so people couldn't see us.

I admired my favorite black stud's sexy body. Hot damn, Jerome was fine. Six feet tall, lean and muscular. Simply amazing. The two of us were frolicking in the pool, laughing and having some really playful water fights. I made big splashes and easily defeated Jerome. Yeah, I had the sexy Haitian stud in full retreat. I cornered Jerome, and told him to surrender. Smiling, he held his hands up in mock surrender. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him to me. And we shared a passionate kiss. It was our first real kiss. And I must say it was magical. And I'm not just saying that because Jerome is the first guy I've kissed in a long time. Not that I ever kiss chicks. I love my girlfriends but not like that. I'm all about the guys. Actually, make that hot black guys. And now that I finally got myself a sexy black stud, I wanted to make up for lost time.

Jerome and I kissed and caressed one another in the warm waters of his aunt's swimming pool. I looked at our reflections in the crystal clear water and I must say I liked the way we looked. Jerome swept me into his arms, and ran his hands all over my body. And before I knew it, he started making love to me. I moaned in pleasure as his hands cupped my breasts, pinched my big buttocks and his fingers slid inside of me. I gasped at this most welcome intrusion. Jerome's fingers teased me as he played with my wet pussy. I ached for him and urged him to take me. Looking me in the eye, he took my hands and placed them on his sex. I gazed down at his member. I hesitantly ran my hands down his length. His member was easily eight inches long, quite thick, and uncircumcised. I got on my knees and took Jerome into my mouth. He ran his hands through my hair lovingly as I sucked him off. I didn't usually go down on guys but I liked Jerome. He was so fine. I rocked his world, showing off skills he didn't know I had.

Once I had Jerome hard as a piston, I begged him to take me. He pressed me against the wall of the pool, spread my legs and entered me. I groaned as I felt his thick member invade my wet pussy. It was painfully delicious. Or deliciously painful. I wrapped my arms around Jerome, welcoming him inside of me. He fucked me hard, and tenderly at the same time. I undulated against him, loving the feel of his throbbing manhood inside of me. Our first time making love together, and it was absolutely amazing. Our cries of pleasure filled the air, and we were beyond caring. Afterwards, we tenderly held each other. Just letting the water rock us from side to side. It was one of the best days of my life.

Life is okay for me. I'm in school, and doing really well academically and socially. My relationship with Jerome is absolutely wonderful. I can honestly say that he completes me. How much do I love Jerome? A lot. Why? So many reasons. Let's see, he's handsome, smart and sexy. And he treats me right. I make sure I treat him right too. I support him, care for him and show him that I care. And I give him more booty than he knows what to do with. Yeah, we're alright. Just a black couple in collegiate America. And we're happy together. 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 13



My name is Kristin Benedict. A five-foot-ten, curvaceous Black woman in my early twenties. I've got short hair, medium brown skin and pale gray eyes. My father James Benedict is Haitian-American. He works as a heart surgeon at Mass General. That's actually where he met my mother Juanita Sanchez. She came to the emergency room with her sick aunt during his first year as an M.D. It was love at first sight, I guess. My mama is Mexican-American, and works as a corrections officer for our county. Tough job but someone's got to do it. I have an idiot brother named Thad who's currently working as a cop for Brockton. My dual heritage gave me my awesome good looks. I've got a cute face, sexily curvy body and a big round ass. Technically I'm a biracial honey, though I consider myself Black. Although I look cute and innocent, I'm actually quite wicked. By day, I am a business student at the University of Massachusetts in the city of Boston. 

At night, I'm a very sexy nightmare. What do I mean by that? You will soon find out. Behold the heroine of this raunchy tale. I'm an out and proud lesbian with a keen interest in Intergenerational Lesbian BDSM. Simply put, I am a young Black woman who likes to dominate sexy mature women. Actually, make that sexy mature Black women. I am not into White chicks. Why not? Well folk, they just don't do it for me. They frankly don't appeal to me. I subscribe to the Black female standard of beauty. I like a big chest, a curvy body and a big round butt on my women. Beautifully dark skin is also a plus. Now a sexy Black mama is a different story altogether. I got a serious Jones for mature Black women. It's not easy for me to find what I'm looking for but I'm good-looking, wealthy and have a lot of time on my hands. I can make things happen.

Today, I'm having some fun with a tall, busty and kind of heavyset Black woman named Mary Johnson. She's a lawyer in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Mary Johnson is a woman who leads a very straight-laced life. She's married to a tall, handsome African-American policeman named Jeremy Steele. They have two sons, Michael and Jake, and a daughter named Angela. All three of them attend Boston-area colleges. The Johnson family lives in a nice neighborhood of Brockton's quietly opulent West Side. They do quite well for themselves. Yet another proud Black Middle Class family. And I can respect that. However, Mary Johnson isn't happy with the life she has. She's got money, a respectable job, good looks and a family that loves her. Yet certain needs she has are unfulfilled.

What are those secret needs? Simply put, Mary Johnson is a dyke, folks. Her husband Jeremy would be stunned to discover his quiet, hard-working and church-going wife likes pussy more than he does. Her situation is by no means unique. Lots of well-to-do Black women are living a life in the closet. Their husbands have no idea they're more into women than they are. They keep that closet door locked tight. I find this kind of funny. I've been out and proud as a lesbian ever since high school. The way I see it, life is too short to worry about what a bunch of losers think. I do my own thing. To hell with everybody else. It's a motto that's served me well.

It's her hidden lust for young women that drove Mary Johnson to seek me out. We met while she was visiting her old friend Jacqueline Monroe, a middle-aged Black woman who happens to be one of my professors. Professor Jacqueline Monroe is another closet dyke. She's married to a portly accountant, and has a habit of sleeping with white female students at the university. So far, her affairs haven't come back to haunt her. The University of Massachusetts frowns upon students dating their professors. It's in the rule book. He or she who breaks that sacred rule will get fired. It doesn't matter if they've got tenure. Don't you just love college rules of behavior? I've used them as leverage against Professor Jacqueline Monroe once when she got out of line. I don't let anyone mess with me. It's against my religion.

The moment I saw Mary Johnson, I immediately sensed what she was. The tall, good-looking Black woman in the fancy business suit was definitely a dyke. She looked at me the way a hungry person looks at fast food....after five days without a meal. I decided to have some fun with this sexy lady. Why not? I'm not busy this semester. Taking five advanced level classes in business and acing them wasn't hard for a genius like myself. I was valedictorian of my high school graduating class you know. I beat a white chick and an Asian dude for that number one spot. Anyhow, the lovely Mary had an ass to die for and a sexy body. Her face was very pretty, and she must have been a model or something when she was younger. At least that's what I thought. I wanted a piece of her action. And what I want, I get. Just how the universe works when you're me.

As luck would have it, I ran into the lovely Mary Johnson at Westgate Mall in the city of Brockton. I don't like shopping there, I much prefer the Braintree Mall. Or Copley Square. However, there are lots of hot-looking women at that mall. A diverse crowd, too. Black women. Asian women. Hispanic women. Cape Verdean women. Tons of hot chicks of every color. Such a bevy of beauties appeals immensely to the horny lesbian in me. Westgate Mall is my prowling ground. Or should I say hunting ground. Whatever. I spotted Mary Johnson coming out of Old Navy and approached her. She beamed at me and looked me up and down. I could tell that the sexy mature Black woman liked what she saw. So I coyly asked her to have dinner with me. She said yes. The rest, as they say, was history. I took her home that afternoon.

Once we got there, she didn't waste any time. I took her straight to the bedroom for some fun. Mary Johnson was a horny dyke. And she was a sucker for sexually aggressive young Black women like me. I put the mature Black beauty through her paces. She loved being bossed around. I like that in a woman. I made Mary Johnson strip, then she knelt before me and licked my pussy. I grabbed her hair and roughly encouraged her to lick me right. When she displeased me, I smacked the shit out of her. Mary didn't protest. Like a true submissive, she got off on it. I pinched her nipples, teased her pussy with my fingernails and inserted a long, slim blue dildo into her asshole. For such a big beautiful mature Black woman, Mary certainly had a tight asshole. I enjoyed widening it with my dildo. I made her get on all fours, face down and ass up, then I spanked her fat ass while shoving the dildo into her asshole. Mary cried in pain and pleasure as I stretched her asshole with the dildo. I turned her around, smacked her face and told her to shut up. Then I resumed sliding the dildo in and out of her asshole. To top it all off, I stood over and pissed all over her face. And you know what? Mary eagerly drank it. I love submissive mature Black women! They go crazy for butch Black chicks like me.

Folks, this marked the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Mary and I have lots of fun together when her hubby is away. Just two Black women having some fun. At least we were, until she found religion and rejected me, calling me a sinner and all that jazz. What in hell brought this on? Mary went from hot and sexy bisexual mama to self-loathing closet case. I was shocked. And to be honest, I was hurt. I tried to win her back. I cared about her, you see. I liked what we had. I knew she had a husband and a family. I respected that. So why was she so eager to throw me away? I didn't know. Of course, I got back at her. You see, I videotaped all of our sessions. Every hot lovemaking scene we ever did. I sent her husband, daughter and sons some of the tapes. Yes, and I made sure her congregation received the deluxe version. The partners at her law firm also saw some of the tapes. I made her famous. Isn't that awfully nice of me? Don't mess with me, people. I'm too much for you. 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 14



Hello, there. Remember me? Kristin Benedict. A tall, curvy and beautiful young Black woman of Haitian-American and Mexican descent. I'm entering my second year at the University of Massachusetts in the town of Boston. I recently ended a relationship with a tall, gorgeous Black lawyer named Mary Johnson. She was a friend of one of my professors. We had what could only be called a whirlwind romance, even though she was married and had two sons and a daughter. I didn't mind any of that because she was cool and the sex was off the chain. I respected her time with her family, and gave her the space she needed. I was really discreet while we had our tryst. That's me, always willing to accommodate the closet cases I seem to attract.

Mary Johnson was great in the sack. That rare mature Black woman who totally goes for young Black women like myself. And you know what? She had a submissive streak the length of Mississippi. I loved that about her. In the bedroom, she let me have total control. I'm a control freak so that appealed to me immensely. I loved dominating her. From spanking her big round ass to making her kneel before me and lick my pussy. She's one of the best pussy lickers I've ever seen. I also loved inserting my dildo into her ass while fingering her pussy and twisting her tits in my mouth. Mary was a total submissive. She absolutely got off on it. We had a beautiful thing going on, folks. I'm sorry it had to end.

Why did it end? Did her husband and family find out about me? Nope. Did I do something to displease her? No way. Did I overstep my boundaries? Absolutely not. Something came along which made her see herself, and me, in a negative light. Her preacher, man. I have nothing against religion. Many gays and lesbians are people of faith and I respect that. Mary took it a step too far. Unfortunately for both of us, she ditched me after finding religion and I couldn't let that slide. I had my feelings hurt quite badly. More than I was willing to admit at the time. I got hurt and damn it, I wanted revenge. Mary had to pay for hurting me. So I exposed her secret lesbian life to her friends, family and co-workers. That will teach the bitch to drop me. I had a good revenge, and now I've moved on.

Since then, I've taken to doing radically different things in my love life. Sometimes, I seek out someone who can tame the mean bitch in me. Her name is Rory Anne Atwater. A tall, blonde-haired and kind of curvy Irish chick I met in a bar in South Boston. Normally I don't go for white chicks but this broad was hot as hell. She had a cute face, curvy body, big tits and a big round ass. Later she told me she was part Mexican, on her grandfather's side. I never would have guessed. Must be where she got her fabulous ass from. She's a business student at Bay State College. And she was pretty butch too. She was hot, and I guess I took her home. It was the beginning of wonderful times for me.

Normally, I'm bossy as hell in the bedroom. I usually dominate my women. But Rory Atwater was something else. Something made me want to submit to her. I can't explain it. She was bossy, but also kind and understanding. I've never submitted to anyone before. Especially some blonde-haired white woman with an attitude problem. They say there's a first time for everything. I've never slept with a white woman before and I guess I was curious. What was all the fuss about? I guess deep down, I actually wanted to be dominated by a strong mistress and Rory Anne Atwater certainly did not disappoint. She took me to her house in Brighton and we had a great time. I ended up learning a lot about her that night, and about myself as well. It was an enlightening evening.

Rory had a decidedly imperious tone while we did our thing. First, she ordered me to strip. I hesitated, and she raised an eyebrow. Oh, my. Someone is really bossy. I walked up to her. Without rising from her seat, Rory inspected my sexy nubile body. She cupped my breasts and fondled my big round ass. I guess Mistress Rory liked what she saw. She pinched my ass, then ordered me to kneel before her. I hesitated. Rory smacked me hard. My eyes went wide. What in hell? Who does this bitch think she is? Rory smiled defiantly, then pulled me in for a deep kiss. That stunned me. Before I knew it, she inserted two fingers into my pussy. Jabbed them deep inside of me. I let out a gasp of surprised pain mixed with pleasure. Rory smiled, and told me we were going to have fun together.

And we did have some fun. That woman put me through hell, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat. She made me kneel before her and lick her pussy. While I licked away at her wetness, she grabbed the back of my neck and urged me to do it right. I didn't need to be told twice. Besides, I liked the smell and taste of Rory Anne Atwater's pussy. I've never tasted Irish pussy. Strictly Black, whether Haitian, African-American, Jamaican, Brazilian, Cape Verdean, South African or Cuban. Rory moaned in delight as I worked my magic on her. Yeah, I had skills. And in no time, she was screaming my name in English, Gaelic and Profane! I rocked her world.

Rory liked what I did, though she didn't like the fact that I still had some dominant tendencies. So she bent me over her knee and spanked me. It felt weird, to be a grown woman getting spanked. Rory spanked me hard, and it hurt but I kind of liked it. After spanking my big Black ass, Rory decided to fuck me. Now, this gave me pause. I've never let a woman fuck me before. If somebody's wearing the strap-on dildo, it's usually me. Rory told me to get down and assume the position. I did, face down and ass up. Rory told me to relax. I bit my lip, but complied. I was both excited and terrified. Rory caressed my butt, then pressed the dildo against my pussy. Without further ado, she penetrated me.

I can't tell you how amazing and scary it felt when this Black lesbian got sexually dominated by a white woman for the first time. Rory pressed her hands on my hips and thrust the dildo deep into my pussy. I cried in pleasure as she began fucking me roughly. While fucking me with her strap-on dildo, Rory smacked my big ass, making it jiggle. She berated me, calling me a silly slut who thought she was tough. I endured the sweet torment as she fucked me hard. I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually liked it. I'm a butch Black lesbian getting off on being sexually dominated by a blonde-haired white chick. I never thought this would happen. I heard myself scream at Rory to fuck me harder. Laughing, the Irish dyke did just that.

We spiced things up a bit later. Rory pulled the dildo out of my pussy and began licking my ass while keeping me on all fours. She licked my asshole like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. I kind of liked it. She fingered my asshole and it drove me wild. Rory told me she was going to fuck me in the ass. My heart skipped a beat. What? I never signed up for any of this. Rory asked me to trust her, and promised me many delights. I nodded, willing to give it a try. She smeared something cold and slick against my asshole. Lubricant. It felt weird. Then Rory pressed the dildo against my asshole and pushed it inside. And this, folks, is how I lost my anal virginity. Rory gently eased the dildo into my asshole. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. Letting some Irish chick fuck me up the ass with her strap-on dildo. I'm a strong Black woman, this isn't supposed to happen. But it felt so good. And I loved surrendering to this sexy dominant white chick.

In the end, I simply gave in. I completely surrendered to my sexy new mistress, and enjoyed the serious fucking she unleashed on my ass with her strap-on dildo. I screamed. I begged. I pleaded. I howled. She fucked me mercilessly. I had tears in my eyes by the time it ended. Rory pulled the dildo out of my ass and pulled me into her arms. She wrapped her arms around me protectively and kissed me passionately. I felt her hot tongue lick the tears off my face. That's when it happened. When she looked into my eyes and I looked into hers. A connection. I had finally found what I was looking for.

Since that day, Rory and I are an item. We date publicly. She met my parents and I met her family. They're cool people, as far as I know. We live together now. And I'm very happy to be the submissive butch of such a magnificent femme. It turns out that I love being sexually dominated. And Rory loves to smack me, spank me, and fuck me roughly. She's bought gigantic dildos for my pussy and ass. They make me scream. Just the way I like it. She makes me scream, brings tears to my eyes and I love her for it. She loves me passionately, and keeps coming up with new ways of making me squeal. I am a strong yet submissive Black lesbian. And I love my Irish mistress! 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 15



My name is Melinda Jones. A six-foot-tall, busty and big-bottomed, kind of heavyset yet still quite sexy Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm thirty six years old today, and I'm looking at my life. Not sure I like what I see. I'm a professor of Criminal Justice at Suffolk University in the city of Boston. In the eyes of the world, I lead a very normal and respectable life. I am married to a handsome Black gentleman named Jimmy Hanson. He's a Municipal Court Judge. We have two sons, Joshua and Ted. They attend Bay State College in downtown Boston. We also have a daughter named Emily and she attends Gibbs College. The five of us lead nice, normal lives. We own a beautiful mansion in Brockton's West Side. Just another well-to-do Black Middle Class family in a truly ethnically diverse New England city. 

I'm the picture of the happily married, well-to-do African-American woman. I got the house, the husband, the fancy cars and the happy-go-lucky family. I have it all. At least in the eyes of the world. I should be happy. I try to be happy. Yet that's all a façade. I have another side to myself. And I must indulge it. I can't deny myself any longer. This lust I have inside is threatening to overflow and wreck my picture-perfect life. I can't hold it inside of me any longer. Certain urges simply won't be denied.

I'm Black woman who's addicted to White pussy. I can't explain it. I have been sexually attracted to White women my whole life. Especially blondes. I've been in denial about it forever. I've had some sexual experiences with Black women, Hispanic women, Native American women, Arab women and Asian women but it's mostly White women who light my fire. That's how I felt, but I didn't have to like it. Interracial lesbian couples aren't exactly popular in the Black Gay and Lesbian communities. And I'm deeply closeted because of my job and family. So I kept my secret lust to myself. Until the day I met her. And that's when my world changed.

Beatrice O'Connell. A six-foot-two, lean and muscular, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman. She moved to the United States of America straight from Galway, Ireland. A sturdy gal who won herself an academic scholarship to the school. She works at the student cafeteria. And she was an out and proud lesbian. This twenty-year-old chick was one of my students. Yet I lusted after her. Talk about inappropriate. In spite of how I felt when I looked at her, I fought my feelings for her. I'm a strong Black woman, damn it. And strong Black women don't have sexual fantasies about being submissive to blonde-haired White lesbians. So I distanced myself from Beatrice. The funny thing is that she was a very smart and friendly gal. I treated her shabbily, not because of anything she did but because of how I felt about her. How did I feel about her? Every time I see her, I want to pull her into my arms and kiss her. I want to kneel before her and worship her. She's my sexy White goddess and I want to be her love slave. That's all I think about when I see her. I guess I'm thinking with my pussy rather than my brain.

I go home thinking about her. I think about her when I'm having sex with my husband Jimmy. Hell, I even think about her when I'm having sex with my secret lover Jasmine, a sexy Black woman I met at a club a year ago. Yeah, I had White chick fever. Beatrice didn't seem to understand why I was so mean to her. Out of all my students. I really wish I didn't have to do that. But I start trembling with excitement and unbridled lust every time I see her. After a while, she turned cold toward me. And who could blame her? I've been a total bitch to her and it wasn't her fault.

One day, Beatrice confronted me in my office. The blonde-haired Irish Amazon simply stormed in. Came in like a tornado and then she slammed the door behind her. Beatrice was mad as hell. I could see it, her eyes were blazing with cold fury. And I felt both frightened and titillated. She asked me what was my problem, and why I treated her so shabbily. I took a deep breath, and rose to my feet. I walked up to Beatrice. She looked so hurt, and angry, and frightened at the same time. I did the last thing any of us expected. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. And you know what? It felt nice.  

Beatrice was surprised, to say the least. When our lips parted, I looked at her adoringly. She stared at me, stunned. Then she smiled and kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around her tenderly. I couldn't control myself. I wanted her so badly. I did something which surprised the hell out of Beatrice. When our lips parted for the second time, I simply knelt before her. There, I did what I always wanted to do. Kneel before a gorgeous blonde-haired White woman and worship her. Beatrice was quite surprised and asked me to get up. I shook my head, and instead kissed her feet. Then I begged her to be my mistress. Her eyes went wide with shock. Then she smiled, and helped me to my feet. Beatrice gently stroked my cheek and told me she understood why I treated her so shabbily. I smiled at her. Grinning, Beatrice smacked me hard and told me that instead of acting funny, I should have come to her. I gasped at her bold action. I felt a thrill in my pussy. I kind of liked it when she slapped me. And she could tell. Smiling wickedly, she told me to report to her dorm at the end of the school day. I nodded and said yes. Beatrice slapped me again, and told me to call her mistress. I nodded. Smiling, she walked away with a bounce on her step. I was so turned on, I almost came! My panties were damp from my wet pussy when I later went to the bathroom to relieve myself.

That night, I reported to Beatrice's dorm. Once inside, she welcomed me. Mistress Beatrice explained the rules to me. From now on, we were no longer a Black female professor and her White female college student. We were a Mistress and her Slave. I nodded. Beatrice smiled, and ordered me to kneel before her. I did. She spread her legs and told me to lick her pussy. I knelt before my magnificent White goddess and licked her pussy obediently. Beatrice pussy tasted wonderful, better than any pussy I'd ever tasted. That's how I became a Black woman who's addicted to White pussy. I licked her dry as she moaned and directed me to her sweet spots. I guess she really liked what I did for her.

Once I got done polishing the interior and exterior of Mistress Beatrice's pussy with my tongue, she grabbed my face in her hands and smacked me hard. Then she bent me over and spanked my big ass with her hairbrush. It felt weird, for a big Black woman like me to get spanked by a bossy young White woman. But I liked it. When she was done spanking me, Mistress Beatrice ordered me to roll over. I rolled onto my back. Laughing, Mistress Beatrice told me to bark like a bitch. I did. She then pinched my large breasts and then inserted two fingers in my pussy. I gasped at the intrusion. Smiling nastily, Mistress Beatrice continued fingering my pussy. She asked me if I liked it. I said yes. She smacked me and told me to call her Mistress. I apologized. 

Mistress Beatrice put me on all fours, and told me she was going to fuck me. I nodded. She fetched her strap-on dildo, and a can of lube. With a wicked grin, she said she was going to fuck my pussy and my ass. My eyes went wide. Mistress Beatrice laughed, and told me to brace myself. I did. She came up behind me and kissed my big Black ass. Then she spread my plump ass cheeks wide open and inserted her finger inside. I gasped as Mistress Beatrice began fingering my asshole. She laughed and smacked my ass. Then she inserted a hand-held dildo inside of my pussy and began fucking me. Just as I began to enjoy it, she shoved another dildo up my ass. A strap-on dildo. I was getting double penetrated! Mistress Beatrice sadistically plunged her hand-held dildo deep into my pussy while slamming her strap-on dildo deep into my asshole.

Mistress Beatrice fucked me hard, and berated me while doing so. She called me a pathetic slut, a submissive bitch and a whiny pussy. I endured what she did to me and called her my dominant Mistress. She seemed to like that. After fucking my pussy and asshole mercilessly for what seemed like forever, she pulled out of me. I breathed a sigh of relief. Mistress Beatrice put me on all fours and made me suck the strap-on dildo. Right after fucking my ass with it. And since she's my mistress I obeyed! Beatrice really loved playing the role of the dominant White mistress sexually dominating her Black female submissive. And I really liked it too. Afterwards, we showered together and talked about how much fun we had.

That's it, folks. There is no going back. I'm now Mistress Beatrice's submissive, in and out of bed. We're having a gloriously intense and fun-filled affair and no one at school knows about it. My Mistress loves to treat me the way I deserve. She loves to spank, whip, berate, and fuck me. And I love her for it. I'm a strong Black woman who proudly kneels before her dominant White mistress. And I do everything she tells me. She brings order and structure into my chaotic life. I surrender completely to her, and that's something to be proud of. 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 16



Kimberly Clinton is the name. A kinky, fun-loving and decidedly chubby dyke living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Criminal Defense Attorney at a large firm. By night, I'm something else entirely. And I'm here to demonstrate the wonders of Interracial Lesbian BDSM with my sexy African-American girlfriend, the dominant Black goddess known as Serena Wilson. I'm five-foot-eight, bordering on the heavyset side of the force and I'm also big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed. And I am a total submissive. I feel no fear or shame when I say this. Its' who I am.

I'm absolutely devoted to she who is my goddess, my mistress and my lover. Who am I referring to? My gorgeous girlfriend Serena Wilson. The light of my existence. She is six-foot-two, lean and muscular. Gorgeously dark-skinned, busty and big-bottomed. A sexy Black Amazon. And she is a dominant. In every aspect of her life. She's a Prosecutor with the District Attorney's Office. We're secret lovers. We shop together, live together and sometimes play tennis and racquetball together. I'm madly in love with her and give myself to her completely. I hold nothing back. There is so much joy and love in the act of completely surrendering yourself to someone you care about. It's a wonderful thing to behold and something to be proud of.

I met Serena Wilson during my very confusing and eventful first day at Suffolk University Law School. Serena Wilson attended the prestigious Howard University School of Law in Washington D.C. She was in town for a few days, visiting her older brother Vincent Wilson, star of the Suffolk University men's intercollegiate soccer team. A tall, good-looking Black man who was smart, sexy and friendly. He had legions of fans in the NCAA and at the school. We bumped into each other while she was looking for her brother's dormitory. I helped her find him, and she was most grateful. Actually, I'm the grateful one. Even back then, Serena Wilson was absolutely gorgeous. A tall, gorgeous African-American princess whom people seemed to gravitate to. She was sexy, smart and totally awesome. With a sparkling personality too. I think I fell in love with her that day.

I've always had a thing for sexy Black women. Now, being a short, stocky White dyke with a penchant for gorgeous Black lesbians and bisexual Black women hasn't made my life easy. Most of the gorgeous Black ladies I had crushes on didn't care to associate with the likes of me. Black lesbians aren't fond of white chicks. Who can really blame them? White women in America are a privileged lot and the country doesn't treat Black women too kindly. I'm very familiar with this country's history of unfair treatment of Black ladies. However, I'm not a White female American. I'm an Irish broad straight from Galway, Ireland. I actually like to see racial diversity in action. The only group of people I can't stand are the British and its' the Irishwoman in me that can't stand their imperialist asses.

I'm the first person in my family to move to the United States of America. I'm only vaguely related to the oppressors you read about in the American history books. I'm not a racist. I'm not an imperialist. I'm actually a staunch supporter of racial diversity and multiculturalism. Why should the views of Europeans dominate the planet? What about the views and contributions of Africans, Native Americans, Aboriginals, Asians and Arabs? Unlike America's liberals, I actually practice what I preach. I don't believe in isolationism. Lots of supposedly open-minded White people in America are fleeing the racially diverse big cities for the isolation of the suburbs. How unenlightened of them. I'm a firm believer in mixing. And I'm desperately in love with the gorgeous Black female professionals I see in the city of Boston. Sadly, most of them weren't interested in me. I simply didn't appeal to them.

Luckily, one day I met the Black woman who could look past my pudgy pale form and beady little eyes and see the soul underneath. That woman was Serena Wilson. My gorgeous Nubian goddess. We became friends when we met, and kept in touch all these years. When she moved to Boston after graduating from the prestigious Howard University School of Law, I was the first person to welcome her to Boston. Well, after her brother Vincent Wilson of course. These days, he's coaching the men's and women's soccer teams at Anderson College. He's a cool guy. Serena was beyond cool in my eyes. I worshiped the ground that Serena Wilson walked on. I thought she was the strongest, smartest and sexiest woman on the planet.

Right now, I'm kneeling before my dominant Black goddess. My beautiful Serena sits on a throne-like chair in the living room of the beautiful Back Bay townhouse we live in. Serena looks imperiously at me and orders me to lick her pussy. I gently spread my mistress sexy muscular thighs and breath in the scent of her womanhood. My mistress smells wonderfully enticing. I fasten my lips to her pussy and suckle at her fountain. My goddess roughly grabbed my hair while I feasted on her pussy. I'm very good at eating pussy. And I absolutely worship my goddess. Serena Wilson urged me to continue, and like a good submissive, I did as I was told.

This isn't my first time worshiping at the altar of my sexy Nubian goddess Serena Wilson. Oh, no. I've gone down on her many times before. My goddess loves to have me lick her pussy thoroughly. I love to gently bite her clit and tease her pussy with my tongue and fingers. She responds to this by moaning softly and urging me to continue. That's when I really work my magic on her and start licking her pussy aggressively. Serena makes sexy moaning noises as I do my thing.

After I got done lathering her pussy with my agile tongue and wicked fingers, Serena Wilson orders me to assume the position. I do as my goddess tells me, and I get down on all fours. Serena comes up behind me and gives my pale ass a good spanking. I endure it because it's what my goddess wants. Serena spanks me hard, and calls me a silly White slut. Then she gets her strap-on dildo ready and tells me to get ready for fucking. I'm already in position. My gorgeous goddess pressed the dildo against my pussy lips and shoved it inside. I squealed as my goddess penetrated me. My squeal elicits a laugh from Serena and she smacks my pale ass. I yelp. She fucks me hard, shoving the dildo deep inside of me. I relish this sweet torment. It's wonderful. I love the feel of my goddess dildo in my pussy and if loving it is wrong then I don't want to be right. She fucked me hard and quick, just the way I liked it.

Getting my pussy fucked by my goddess with her strap-on dildo was wonderful, but I wanted my ass fucked. So I begged for it. My goddess Serena Wilson was happy to oblige. As I spread my pale and plump ass cheeks wide open, she applied lube all over my anus. Then she pressed the dildo against my asshole and pushed it inside. I gritted my teeth as my goddess shoved the dildo into my asshole. She was none too gentle about it. That's more than okay by me because rough anal sex is one of my favorite things to do. And over the years, this submissive butch White chick's ass has taken quite a pounding. And I hope it takes many more. My goddess Serena buried her dildo deep inside my asshole. She fucked me hard, mercilessly drilling the dildo into the depths of my shit hole. It hurt. And to be honest it felt kind of good. And what do you know? I think I absolutely loved it.

I am a devotee of the African-American goddess known as Serena Wilson. I love her. I worship her. I exist to serve her. Being her servant, love slave and footstool brings order and purpose into my life. I'm a chubby White lesbian who exists only to serve her dominant Black mistress. This might seem strange to you. You probably haven't met someone like me before. That's a shame. Well, it's who I am. I am a White woman who loves to serve her dominant Black mistress. It's what makes me comfortable in life.



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 17



My name is Amy Jensen. My friends call me A.J. for short. This is my tale of raunchy fun in the big city. I'm a six-foot-two, busty and big-bottomed, sassy red-haired White woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am an Officer with the Community Police Department. I work traffic duty. Basically I'm handing out tickets to everyone who goes over the speed limit. Or simply because I feel like giving out tickets. From soccer moms to executives and everyone in between. No one escapes my wrath. Do you know what that makes me? The most fearsome of all civil employees. I love my power. It's a good thing to have. I enjoy it.

By night, I am something else entirely. I am a BDSM fanatic. A secretly submissive yet butch White lesbian with a soft spot for bossy, short-haired Black chicks. I'm that not so rare White lesbian who is addicted to Black pussy. This is my story. I love to submit to bossy Black women sexually. I don't know why. I can't explain it. I think it began when I was a student at Mendel Community College in the South side of the city of Brockton. That's where the fun started. I had this gorgeous professor named Amanda Blanche Zulu. A five-foot-ten, short-haired and gray-eyed, slender Black woman with the looks of a supermodel and the brains of a Mob boss. She was bossy as hell, quite stern and I had a crush on her. Fortunately for me, Professor Amanda Blanche was gay. Unfortunately for me, she was mean as hell both in and out of the classroom. 

I came to her, a big and tall, sexually confused young White woman with a crush. The gorgeous Black beauty known as Amanda Blanche Zulu had a thing for White women and she was really dominant in the bedroom. She's the one who introduced me to whips and chains, along with handcuffs. The fundamentals of erotic bondage. That strong Black woman introduced me to real pleasure and real pain. She would strap me down to a table and shove her entire fist into my formerly tight pussy and bury her dildo deep into my asshole at the same time. To say that I screamed would be the understatement of the decade. Seriously. I howled like a madwoman while my first dominant Black mistress went to work on me.

In spite of myself, I enjoyed all the things she did to me. All the wonderfully twisted experiences she bestowed upon me. I loved it when Mistress Amanda whacked my ass with a paddle and then shoved a dildo up my ass while fisting my pussy. I relished it when she smacked me repeatedly while I licked her pussy. I absolutely adored it when she donned her strap-on dildo and shoved it first in my pussy and then deep inside my asshole. Mistress Amanda berated me constantly while fucking me with the dildo. She had a real penchant for dominating White women. Especially big and tall, butch White women like myself. Why? There are many reasons for that, I suppose. Partially it's because she admitted to being sexually aroused by these type of sexy big White women and she also felt deeply intimidated by them in the past. Mistress Amanda Blanche Zulu had many strong feelings about big White women. And she took her frustrations out on me. I really didn't mind. I loved being dominated by this strong Black mistress. I enjoyed being her bitch. She brought out my inner submissive, and I liked it. I am a big and tall White woman who loves to submit sexually to those bossy Black women. It's my preference, and also what makes me comfortable in life. Accept it and move on.

The amazing Mistress Amanda was my first mistress and my first Black female lover. She was far from my last. No way. She opened up a whole new world for me. There was simply no going back. Not after such astonishing and life-changing sexual and emotional experiences. From that moment on, I looked for bossy Black lesbians who wanted to dominate sexually submissive butch White women. And there were a lot of them. More than you can imagine. I had a lot of fun. I've had some hits and misses when it came to finding a strong mistress. Mistress Ariel Xavier is the first true mistress I found since I stopped seeing my former mistress Amanda Blanche Zulu after graduating from Mendel Community College.

Presently, I'm kneeling before Mistress Ariel Xavier. She's short and skinny, beautifully dark-skinned, with short hair and bronze eyes. I am kissing her feet and sucking her toes just like a good submissive should. Ariel Xavier is a lawyer by day and a BDSM expert by night. We get along wonderfully. This five-foot-four, 110-pound and ultra-feminine Black chick loves bossing around a six-foot-two, 250-pound butch White woman like me. In spite of her small size, don't be fooled. She's bossy as hell. Mistress Ariel smacks me and orders me to suck her toes harder. I apologize profusely and do as I am told. I feel so bad for displeasing my mistress. I will do a better job from now on.

Mistress Ariel orders me to stop, and I obey. She asks me to turn around and assume the position. Face down and fat ass up. Mistress Ariel caresses my plump ass cheeks. She told me that she had always been fond of big White women with big tits, chubby bodies and big round butts. She always wanted to find a submissive big White woman to dominate. She brought out her whip and proceeded to whip me. I howled as my sexy Black mistress punished my White female ass. Mistress Ariel berated me constantly while whipping me, calling me a White slut, telling me that I was nothing. I endured it, occasionally squealing when it became too much for me. My mistress said getting whipped by a strong Black woman was good for me. It would cleanse me of the arrogance that fills most White chicks like me. As the White female servant of a dominant Black woman, I needed some humility. It's good for me.

After whipping me good, Mistress Ariel donned her strap-on dildo and fucked me with it. She spread my pale and plump ass cheeks wide open, and pressed the dildo against my asshole. With a swift thrust, she went inside. I gasped as Mistress Ariel began sodomizing me, slamming her dildo deep inside my asshole. I felt the dildo stretch my asshole. It hurt. Also felt good. I screamed as a flood of sensations flooded my mind and body. Hot damn, I loved it. Mistress Ariel called me a useless White slut and yanked my hair while fucking me. I howled in pain as I took my punishment. I absolutely loved it.

Afterwards, I knelt before my dominant Black goddess and obediently licked her feet. I prayed to her to forgive me for being a dumb White with an unearned sense of entitlement. This pleased Mistress Ariel. She decided she would continue to remove my inborn arrogance from me, one session at a time. She hasn't given up on me. She will continue to instill humility to me. I looked at my superior Black goddess and nodded. I am thankful to have her in my life. She brings order into my chaotic existence. I thank her. She's amazing. Black women are truly goddesses. I know this now. 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 18



My name is Caitlin Mendel. A five-foot-ten, lean, blonde-haired and green-eyed, deeply nerdy Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Saint Marcus College, a local two-year school, and these days, life is okay. I like the way the school is looking this year. Forty two percent of the eight-thousand-person student body is of African-American, Haitian, Jamaican, Hispanic or Asian descent. I'm a supporter of diversity in American higher education because I'm an open-minded person. I've also got a weakness for sexy Black women and I love to see them walking around. With their cute faces, great bodies and terrific bottoms, they're simply irresistible to this nerdy white lesbian.

Take my classmate Eleanor Jean-Joseph for example. Six feet two inches tall, thick-bodied and big-bottomed. She's dark-skinned and lovely, just the way I like my women. Unfortunately, I always saw Eleanor in the company of some of her jock friends. I'm not very athletic, though I do work out occasionally. I can't throw a ball to save my life. I'm just nerdy, with thick glasses to match. Seriously, I think everybody knows I'm a nerd. Hell, dead people probably know I'm a nerd. I watch the Science Fiction channel religiously, and subscribe to various anime magazines. I've got Star Wars posters and Marvel comic books all over my bedroom. I subscribe to the magazine Scientific American and various Chess magazines. Oh, and last but not least, I major in Computer Science. So frigging nerdy.

I didn't think Eleanor, captain of the women's basketball team would notice someone like me. The nerdy gay white chick. Eleanor's friends were all popular athletes. Her cousin Paula was captain of the women's Volleyball team. Her older sister Nancy used to be on the Saint Marcus College women's soccer team, and now she plays for Northeastern University. Her uncle Daryl Jean-Joseph is coach of the men's and women's Track and field teams. Yeah, it seems her friends and family members had the sports gene. I suck at sports. Seriously. I make that nerdy guy Steve on Family Matters look downright athletic. What could someone like Eleanor possibly see in someone like me? Luckily, I was wrong about her. Not only was Eleanor secretly gay, but she also had a thing for white chicks. How about that? I never would have guessed.

Since we had some classes together, I got to know her a little better. Eleanor was very smart and friendly. One time, we ran into each other at the library and had an enlightening conversation. I asked her out and she said yes, after promising me we'd be discreet. I've been out as a gay white female nerd since I was in high school, but Eleanor came from a religious family so I understood her need for discretion. We began seeing each other on the down low, as she liked to call it. We would have dinner together at Westgate Mall's Chinese restaurant and also shop together. We drove to Randolph Cinema and caught that awesome movie, Nine. Yeah, she was cool. Surprisingly, we had a lot in common.

Like me, Eleanor had always known she was gay. However, she never told anyone. Her father Peterson Jean-Joseph was the minister of Brockton's largest Haitian-American church and he was not known for his tolerance of gays and lesbians. Her mother Helen Jean-Joseph was a well-known Christian fiction author and a professor at Boston College, our state's well-known Catholic university. And her brother Jason, who returned home recently from Iraq was a state police officer and minister-in-training. Yes, Eleanor had many good reasons to hide her lesbian tendencies from her deeply conservative family. That's why she hung out with so many guys on campus. People assumed one of them was her boyfriend and didn't suspect that she was gay. When she told me all this, she looked so sad. I leaned closer and kissed her deeply. My sexy crush kissed me back passionately, and it was a magical kiss.

We left the Mall together and went to my apartment. I live in a small apartment in Brockton's South Side. My immediate neighbors are Haitian-Americans, Cape Verdeans, Mexicans and Asians. The city of Brockton is fast becoming one of New England's most ethnically diverse towns. Most of the one hundred thousand people who live here are members of minority groups. Well, now the minorities are the majority. We even have an openly gay Haitian-American City Councilman right here in my town. How about that? I was hesitant to show Eleanor my apartment. It's got one bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen. That's it. My room is small, big enough for a TV set and VCR, a bed, and a large chair where I put my clothes after ironing them. Eleanor took it all in. I know. I'm poor. She lives in a beautiful white mansion in Brockton's quietly affluent west side. Still, she was cool about the whole thing. I liked that about her.

Eleanor and I sat on the bed, making out. Gosh, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this. Before we went any further, I had something to confess. What did I confess? Did I tell Eleanor that I've worshiped her from afar for many years and worshiped the ground she walked on? Did I confess to her that I memorized her schedule and spent nearly every waking moment thinking about her? Nah, I didn't tell her any of that. I didn't want to scare her. Instead, I got down on one knee before her and opened my heart to her. Eleanor stared at me, stunned. She told me to get up. I didn't. I told her that I've always wanted to be dominated by a gorgeous, strong Black woman. I've worshiped Black women for as long as I can remember. Hell, I subscribe to the magazines Ebony, Essence, Black Enterprise and Jet just so I can look at all the pretty Black women! 

Eleanor Jean-Joseph seemed stunned by my revelation. She told me to get up, and I did. Eleanor shook her head, smiled and then kissed me. She told me that she liked me and wanted a relationship with me. I can't tell you how happy I felt. I kissed her, and told her I wanted her to dominate me. Eleanor couldn't wrap her head around it. She asked me why this mattered to me so much. How could I explain this? I'm seriously into BDSM and I'm a submissive. I've longed to be taken by a strong Black mistress for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately, Black ladies usually looked right past me. I found an Arab mistress once, and we had some fun together for a while but she moved to New York a year. Eleanor smiled, and told me I was a kinky slut. I grinned sheepishly. Suddenly, her usually warm Jean-Joseph eyes went steely and her tone changed from friendly and loving to imperious and bossy. She ordered me to get on my knees. I said yes, and obeyed.

This was the beginning of better times for Eleanor and me. My gorgeous Black girlfriend took to interracial lesbian domination like a cat takes to hunting mice. She loved bossing me around. She made me get on my knees and suck her toes. I did. I sucked her toes and kissed her feet. I even polished her boots with my tongue. I loved it when she bossed me around. Sometimes, she bent me over and spanked my pale ass until it turned red. I loved kneeling before my sexy Haitian-American goddess and licking her pussy until she was squealing in delight and screaming my name in all the languages she knew. Making my woman happy makes me happy. One day, I bought a strap-on dildo for my goddess to use on me. We had a great time. She put me on all fours, spanked my ass and slammed my pussy with the dildo. As she fucked my pussy roughly, I screamed in pleasure. Then I asked her to do my ass. She spread my slim ass cheeks, pressed the dildo against my asshole and pushed it inside. My goddess filled my ass with the dildo, fucking me hard. I came three times that night.

Afterwards, we lay side by side. I rested my head between my goddess Eleanor's large breasts and smiled contently. Eleanor ran her hands through my hair and kissed my forehead. That's when I told her I loved her. She looked at me, surprised. I grinned, and kissed her lips. I'm serious. I love this woman. I'm even learning how to do her hair from Marie, a Nigerian teacher and beauty shop owner who's a good friend of mine. I want to be with Eleanor for the rest of my days. I want us to live together in a big house, adopt Siamese twins and live happily ever after. That's my dream. Eleanor took my face in her hands and kissed me. Then she whispered into my ear that she loved me too. I was overjoyed. Seriously. I had one of my nerdy moments.

Eleanor and I continue to see each other. This coming May, we're going to graduate. She's been accepted at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst on an athletic scholarship. They want her as a point guard on the women's basketball team. I've been accepted at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Northeastern University and Boston College but I'm passing them all up to go to the University of Massachusetts campus in Amherst. Luckily, Amherst is offering me an academic scholarship. I'm so thrilled about that. My lady and I are going to live together, away from the prying eyes of her homophobic parents. I certainly hope things work out. I love this woman and I want to be with her for the rest of my life.



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 19



Hello, there. My name is Wanda Jean-Pierre. A six-foot-three, dark-skinned, lean and athletic young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Avery Scott College, a small historically Black four-year school located in downtown Brockton. I major in medicine. The story I'm about to share with you involves how I met my future husband and got over the one that got away. I love my man. He's the love of my life. I worship the ground he walks on. We met at a time of change both for the college we attended and our personal lives.

The face of Avery Scott College was changing, and I wasn't sure I liked it. My parents, Alexander and Vonette Jean-Pierre met while studying in the library. More than twenty years ago. I'd hate for the school to change so much demographically and ideologically that they won't recognize it anymore. Twenty-seven percent of the student body of this historically Black school is of Caucasian descent this year. Students of African-American, Haitian, Jamaican, North African and Cape Verdean descent make up the remaining seventy three percent. You don't see a lot of white schools seriously trying to diversify their student body, that's all I'm saying. They usually only do it for the sake of appearances. Don't argue with my logic or insult my intelligence, people. You know I'm right.

My favorite school was changing, and the changes were really apparent in the Athletic Department. Originally, we competed in Football, men's Baseball, women's Softball, men's and women's Swimming, men's and women's Basketball, men's and women's Cross Country and men's and women's Volleyball. This year, they added men's Ice Hockey, women's Lacrosse, men's and women's Golf and men's and women's Track and Field. I sure as hell hope they don't start to neglect our original varsity teams. Avery Scott College is a sixty-year-old institution. Originally dedicated to the education of African-Americans. Let's not deviate from our mission. Thanks to the school's diversity efforts, there are lots of young men on campus this year. They make up forty nine percent of the nine-thousand-person student body. Now that's a welcome change in my eyes.

The first time I saw Marcus Simon, I thought he was fine. A six-foot-five, lean and muscular, good-looking Black stud. He was mixed, I could tell. His father James Simon is Haitian-American. He's a Massachusetts State Police officer. Marcus is really proud of his dad, and his mother Aria Sanchez is a Mexican-American teacher. I didn't usually go for light-skinned guys or biracial guys but this dude looked good. Even more impressive is the fact that he spoke Haitian Creole as fluently as I did. Marcus told me his parents made sure he embraced both sides of his heritage. The guy appreciated fine Haitian-made meals like rice and beans as well as Mexican tortillas. I had to respect that. 

I'm captain of the Avery Scott College women's Volleyball team, and we won an NCAA Division Two Championship during my first year and my second year. I hope we can do just as well this year. Soon I'm going to be a senior. This is my next to final year leading the team. The rookies had better prove themselves worthy, or else. This year three white chicks and an Asian broad tried out for the previously all-Black women's Volleyball team. The Asian chick and one of the white chicks made it. That white chick's name was Cheryl Watson. She was blonde, skinny, ambitious as hell and wanted my spot. I can't stand that type of woman. And the Asian chick, Amelia Chang, definitely had an attitude problem. I had to watch these two. Can't have anybody trying to take what's mine.

Please don't get it twisted. Defending what's yours is what this life is all about. I heard from my cousin Ashley, star of the Avery Scott College women's swimming team, that two white chicks joined the team. The team was previously made up exclusively of African-American and Hispanic chicks. Times are changing at Avery Scott College. However, I don't have to like it. Now, I don't have a problem with the newcomers trying out for our teams. If they're talented, they might be an asset to said teams. Now, they have to remember that this is our school and these are our teams. Let them be respectful and don't act like they own the place.

Let's move on to better things. The sexy stud known as Marcus Simon was in my sociology class. He's one of eight males in a class of twenty people. As luck would have it, Cheryl ended up in the class. And she clearly wanted Marcus Simon. I'll be damned if I let that white chick get her hooks into the sexiest brother on campus. Still, that witch had me worried. Marcus Simon is on the all-new Men's Ice Hockey team. He's one of a few brothers I know who play this sport. There are three other Black guys, one Asian guy and one Hispanic dude on the team, the rest are white guys. I'm not really into ice hockey. It's not the kind of sport you could pay me to watch. It simply doesn't interest me.

Marcus Simon plays ice hockey, and since I love him, I've to deal. I had to change my attitude toward hockey, and fast. It wasn't easy. Cheryl on the other hand wears Bruins shirts all the time and showed up at the ice hockey team's events. And she made sure she brought all of her white female friends with her. So I showed up too, to show my future hubby some support. And you had better believe I brought some Black ladies with me. I told my girlfriends if they didn't come help me support my favorite guy, there would be hell to pay. Cheryl gave me the evil eye. She knew what I was doing. The men's ice hockey program wasn't the most popular team on campus. Only the parents of the players and some of their girlfriends showed up. Otherwise the newly constructed hockey arena was usually empty. Well, I endeavored to change that. And you know what? I did!

I became such a vocal supporter of the men's ice hockey team that the coach, a nice-looking Italian guy named Marciano, gave me a team jacket for free. The guy even told me I was his good luck charm. When I showed up with about fifty of my lady friends or so, the team played better and usually won. Coach Marciano invited me and some of my closest girlfriends to travel with the team when they went away for events. I really didn't mind that. Especially since Marcus seemed to like having me around. I would sit next to him and joke with him and his buddies. 

Now that I think about it, the dudes on the men's ice hockey team weren't bad. They were a cool, easygoing bunch. I even befriended some of them. This Jamaican-American goalie named Patterson Jays had a crush on me, and he was cute but I made it clear we could only be friends. Nothing against Jamaican guys but I love my Haitian men. Eric Lee, the only Asian dude on the team told me he wished his girlfriend Mariko supported him like I did Marcus. Such a sweet thing for him to say! I liked the team and they liked me. The only person I couldn't stand was Cheryl. She still hanging around. The witch wanted to get her hooks into Marcus, especially now that he made captain. Now, even in 2009, a Black guy becoming captain of a collegiate ice hockey team is a big deal. Marcus became the darling of the media, so to speak. Sports Illustrated did an article on him, as did Black Enterprise. The Brockton Enterprise newspaper even made him their front page cover. Isn't that cool?

I could care less about Marcus prowess on the ice. I loved him and I wanted him to myself. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to realize that I loved him. Cheryl kept flirting with him and to my dismay, he flirted right back. It broke my heart when I saw that. I saw her hug him after a big match. That night, I went home and wept. I lay in my bed that night, and wondered why he didn't want me. I'm tall, pretty in the face, strong in the body and thick in the booty. Like my idol, the gorgeous sportswoman Serena Williams. She'll always be the World's Number One in my heart. Why didn't Marcus Simon want me? Why did he seem to prefer the company of Cheryl, a short and skinny blonde-haired white chick?

I don't know. I must be the billionth Black woman to ask herself that question. I looked at myself honestly. I'm tall, good-looking and smart. I was valedictorian of my high school in Brockton, and had acceptance letters and scholarship offers from all over. Yeah. From the Massachusetts Institute of Technology to Boston College, Boston University, the University of Maine and Northeastern. So many schools wanted me. Instead I accepted an academic scholarship from Avery Scott College, a historically Black school and my parents alma mater. My father Alexander went on from being a gifted undergrad in Avery Scott College's Biology Department to Howard University Medical School. He's now a surgeon at Mass General. My mother Vonette went from Avery Scott College to Boston College's Business School. She's now President of Acquisitions at Anderson Limited, a multinational company. My brother Henry is at West Point Military Academy. I come from a family of winners. And I'm smart and beautiful. I love and support him. How could he not want me?

I had about a million questions. And zero answers. Marcus began dating Cheryl, and they were the talk of the campus. I ignored both of them. It wasn't easy to ignore Cheryl because she was on the volleyball team and she wouldn't shut up about Marcus sexual prowess in bed. Great. Marcus passed up a classy, pretty sister like me for a classless, dumb white chick. I seethed with anger whenever I saw them. Guess who's been there for me while I went through this mess? I had my girlfriends, of course. However, I received some much needed male advice from an unlikely source. This tall, soft-spoken and handsome Jamaican-American ice hockey player named Patterson Jays. I had no idea how really awesome he was. Patterson became my friend, and he took my mind off Marcus Simon and Cheryl. 

I got to know Patterson Jays really well. He was six-foot-one, and felt that a taller sister like me might not like him. I told him I like him just fine. Seriously. Why do guys always assume tall chicks are stuck up? Most of us are no more stuck up than short chicks are. It's a stereotype we've yet to live down. Patterson was friendly, smart and easygoing. He took me to Boston in his car, and we watched movies together. He was new to America, having moved here from his native Jamaica only two years ago. He discovered a talent for hockey at the Catholic school he attended and decided to play in college. When he heard that the state of Massachusetts only historically Black four-year-college was starting a hockey team, he applied there. The rest was history.

I found myself liking Patterson. He was good-looking, though he didn't have the looks of a male model like Marcus Simon. He was ruggedly handsome. To my great surprise, he spoke my favorite language really well. I rarely met Jamaicans who could speak Haitian Creole. Where did he pick it up? Patterson laughed, and told me he lived in Haiti for three years while his mother Janice worked there as a professor at one of the universities. She was teaching at a school in Kingston, Jamaica, and Patterson was living at his father Robert's house while attending college. Patterson's dad Robert Jays was a famous author, and a professor of African-American literature at Northeastern University. One day, the three of us had dinner together when Mr. Robert visited his son impromptu. He was a charming man, and quite friendly. I liked him. I was growing fond of Patterson, and I must say he had a really nice ass when you looked at him at a certain angle. After meeting his tall, handsome father and learning a bit about his accomplished family, I began to seriously want a relationship with him. So I asked him out. What do you think he said? Like he could resist me!

Yeah, I never thought I'd fall for a freshman. But I fell in love with Patterson Jays. The tall, ruggedly handsome Jamaican hockey player swept me off my feet. He was so gentle and kind. A true gentleman. And he was sexy as hell. Playing the rough and tumble sport of hockey did wonders to tone him. He was very appreciative of me and called me his Black goddess. I've never been called a goddess before. I must say I liked the sound of that. My dad called me his princess but my man considered me his goddess. I'm one lucky Black woman!

The first time Patterson and I made love, it was wonderful. My favorite stud laid me on his bed and licked me from my head to my toes. Hell, he even sucked my toes. He spread my thighs gently and licked my pussy like there was no tomorrow. His agile tongue darted in and out of my pussy, teasing my clit as he probed me with his fingers. In no time he had me squealing in delight. He made me cum time and again. I was amazed. So I decided to return the favor. I didn't usually do this for my men but I liked Patterson. So I sat him down on the bed, got on my knees and took his manhood in my hands. Patterson was well-endowed. His dick was easily eight inches long, kind of thick and uncircumcised. He felt self-conscious about that but I told him that, as a medical student, I didn't find any reasons why men's bodies should be altered in any way. I liked him exactly as he was. He liked that. I showed him how much I liked him by sucking him off. I sucked him till he was hard as a piston, and when he came, I surprised the both of us by draining him of his manly essence.

We continued to do our thing. I put a condom on Patterson's dick, and straddled him. Patterson placed his hands on my hips and thrust into me. I groaned as his manhood filled my pussy. Patterson told me to rest my hands on his shoulders and ride him hard. Aye, I liked the sound of that. I did as I was told. I put my arms around my man and rode him hard, wanting him to tear up my pussy with his big cock. And that's exactly what he did. Patterson fucked me so hard, I had to ask for a repeat performance, and another, all in that first night. His energy was amazing. He put me on all fours, smacked my big ass gently and drilled me from behind. I told him to grab my hair and fuck me hard. He did, fucking me like a real rough rider. Exactly the way I liked it. We humped the night away, folks. It was terrific. 

I woke up next to my man, and he smiled at me before kissing my hand. Patterson wasn't just a great guy and a terrific lover. He was a real romantic. I loved that about him. He knew how to treat a sister. After this memorable night, we became inseparable. He supported me in volleyball games and I supported him in hockey. My lady friends told me we were the school's golden couple. A tall, dark and handsome, intelligent Black college man who loved a tall, dark and gorgeous, gifted Black college woman. Black love, college edition. Something many on campus wish they saw more often. I love Patterson, and I told him that. He told me he loved me too. Isn't that wonderful?

I've introduced him to my parents and they loved him. Thanks to him, I now understand certain things. I now know why Marcus Simon and Cheryl came into my life. It was so I could realize I didn't need either of them in my life. I fell for Marcus because he was handsome, and flashy. Flash will never trump substance. Patterson is a hunk with more than just good looks and athletic talent going on for him. He's a smart brother, who knows how to treat a sister. He's a Black man who truly loves Black women. A rare breed these days. And I'm a Black woman who loves Black men and will never give up on them. We truly belong together.

It's been a year, and Patterson and I are still going strong. He's captain of the men's ice hockey team this year, having taken the number one spot away from Marcus Simon. Apparently, Marcus isn't as focused on his game as he should be. Cheryl is giving him problems. Wow. I graduated valedictorian of my class at Avery Scott College, outperforming men and women of all stripes. Simply because I'm the best. On that glorious day, my parents were there to support me. And you know what? So was Robert Jays, Patterson's dad. I was so happy and thankful for their support. I've gotten accepted at the prestigious Boston University Medical School. 

I'm going there, but I plan on balancing things out. Make time for my studies and also for my family and my relationship with Patterson. We're engaged, by the way. It's not going to be easy for our relationship. I'll be all the way in Boston and he's still in Brockton. Somehow, we'll make it work. I'm not losing him. He's a good-looking Black college man who loves the sister in his life. He's a good man. A hard find in this world. And you had better believe I'm hanging onto him. I'm the chick who comes to the hockey arena wearing scrubs because I've just gotten out of class and gone straight to the stadium to support my man on the ice. And my Patterson loves me for it. Told you we're making it work. The Black love is uniquely special. And he's worth it.



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 20



My name is Cody Johnson. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in Champion City, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Sanders College, a historically Black private school. It's the setting of this brother's adventures. I'm captain of the Men's intercollegiate Football team, and a man in my position is quite popular on campus. And that's part of the problem. Everybody knows me. I can't shit without somebody finding out about it. I have certain aspects of my life that I don't need everyone knowing about. For starters, I'm bisexual. What I've learned is that if you're gay or bisexual and you play NCAA Division One Football, you should keep it to yourself.

Sanders College is an accredited school offering associates, bachelors and masters degrees in more than seventy fields. We have a Law School, a Business School and a Medical School. The institution has a student population of eleven thousand, most of whom come from the Champion City Metropolitan area. Many students hail from nearby towns like Randolph, Bridgewater and Avon. My native Champion City has about one hundred thousand people, and fifty two percent of the population is of African-American, Cape Verdean, Asian, Native American and Hispanic descent. It's one of the most diverse towns in Massachusetts. I feel right at home here. The Mayor of Champion City is an openly gay African-American. The Chief of Police is a lady of Asian and Hispanic descent. Yeah, people of color have come a long way here.

Sanders College is fielding an intercollegiate football team for the first time since it was founded in 1969 by a group of African-American activists and philanthropists. This has really put us on the map. Enrollment increased by ten percent this year. Fifty eight percent of the students are Black, twenty two percent are Hispanic or Asian, and twenty percent are Caucasian. I can live with those demographics. Finally a college where a brother doesn't feel uncomfortable, you know. There are so many brothers and honeys out here. I love seeing my fellow African-Americans pursuing higher education. More brothers and sisters need to step up and get things done. We can accomplish anything. If we work hard enough to overcome life's and society's challenges. I think our President Barack Obama proves that.

There are quite a few guys on campus this year. Male enrollment has risen and we make up forty nine percent of the freshman class. That's not bad. Not bad at all. Why is that important? Simply because of the gender quota issues brought by Title IX, folks. If there aren't enough men on campus to represent, the Powers That Be are going to chop the men's varsity sports teams. I don't want that to happen. Women make up fifty three percent of the total student body. And they have a lot more athletic endeavors available to them. The men don't need to lose what little they have. As of 2009, the Sanders College Department of Athletics sponsors Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Gymnastics, Soccer, Rifle, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Golf, Wrestling, Volleyball, Tennis and Track & Field. For student-athletes of the feminine persuasion, they offer Women's Intercollegiate Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Bowling, Gymnastics, Fencing, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Field Hockey, Water Polo, Rugby, Rifle, Golf, Wrestling, Volleyball, Lacrosse, Track & Field and Archery. Our teams are known as the Soaring Eagles and Lady Eagles. We compete in the NCAA Division One. Did you see? The women have far more sports teams than the men do. That's why we need more men on campus. To protect what we have.

Gender equality is a funny concept in higher education circles, folks. Apparently the only way women can compete with men is if things are deliberately shifted to their favor. Whether they deserve it or not. And they get what they want. Unfairly so, I might add. Of course, this isn't an opinion I care to share with the people around me. The President of Sanders College is Elisabeth Brownstone, a tall, butch-looking Black woman who was once a powerhouse during the early days of the WNBA. She was a pioneer in many ways. After retiring from the WNBA and earning her MBA from Howard University, she returned to her alma mater, Sanders College, as a professor. A decade later, she was now the school's president. Dr. Elisabeth Brownstone is a darling of the media. She's really popular with feminists. I think she's a man-hating witch. Pure and simple. There are a lot of Black females in collegiate America who fall into the category of man-haters. A brother has to watch out. Other women are man-haters too but I don't date outside my race. Nothing against it but it's just not for me.

Now, I don't trust these females on campus. Every five minutes one of them accuses a brother of sexual harassment or worse. I don't need that kind of trouble. I want to get my degree in biology from Sanders College and then either get into Medical School or play for the National Football League. Either one would please me. I've always been good with my hands. Whether I'm playing football with my buddies or tending to an injured friend or a pet. People are surprised that a big and tall football player like me is a medical student in the making. They probably subscribe to the stereotype about us athletes not being brainy. I don't pay attention to these fools. There are lots of smart men playing sports. You don't last long in college sports or professional sports if you're dumb. Trust me on that one. Brawn can only get you so far. You've got to wise up. 

For a long time, I just went to class and went to the football field. When I wasn't in class studying or at football practice, I was in my room. I've got a big, nice room. It's got my computer, my bed, my table, a big-screen TV, my collection of Marvel and DC comic books and my porn DVD collection. Hey, I'm a single guy. I've got sixty five porn DVDs hidden in my closet. I like big-booty Black women and thick Hispanic women. I like videos featuring thick dark-skinned females getting fucked in the ass. Anal sex with big women is a special interest of mine. I also like bisexual videos featuring Black guys and Hispanic guys fucking each other and also fucking women of all races. I've got a collection of rare gay Arab porn DVDs. Lately, I've bought a few DVDs featuring Asian, African-American and Hispanic lesbians fucking each other with strap-on dildos. Who doesn't love interracial lesbian porn? I know I do. It's awesome. Yeah, I'm a single guy but I keep myself entertained. Hey, a guy's got to do what a guy's got to do.

I hate to admit it but sometimes, masturbation is not enough. To satisfy my lust, I hooked up with this guy named Enrique Mateo. He's on the Sanders College men's Track & Field team. He's tall, with light brown skin, long black hair and pale gray eyes. He's half Black and half Hispanic or something. Not a bad-looking dude. His girlfriend Cassandra O'Connor is a blonde-haired white chick with big tits ( and a fat ass ) who's in my Ethics of Science class. A total bimbo who cheats on her man with at least two Black guys from the football team and one Asian chick from the women's swimming team. Yeah, Enrique's girlfriend gets around. I'm almost completely indifferent. All I know is that Enrique agreed to give me some play.

Enrique and I hooked up in my dorm one Saturday night. We got down and dirty. I put the sexy biracial stud on his knees and fed him my cock. Enrique was a great cock sucker. His mouth latched onto my eight-inch, uncircumcised black monster of a cock and he wouldn't let go. He sucked my cock and licked my balls. He was good at what he did. When I came, he drank my cum. I put on a condom and told him to get into position. Enrique got on all fours and spread his ass for me. I shoved my dick into his ass and pumped him up. He screamed like some punk. I tore his ass up with vigorous thrusts. It was a lot of fun. Afterwards, I told him I never wanted to see him again. He left without a word. I knew he wouldn't talk to anyone about me. He's a closeted bisexual college sportsman just like me. Sanders College isn't exactly a liberal school. If a sportsman is exposed as gay or bisexual, it would be the end of him. 

After this encounter, my hidden lust abated for a while. Until I ran into Jessica Anderson. A tall, good-looking Black woman in her mid-thirties. You had to see her, folks. Five feet eleven inches tall, pretty in the face, thick in the body and wide in the hips. And her booty was huge and round. Who was this luscious dark-skinned beauty? A professor at Stonehill College who frequently visited her brother Earl Anderson, a stocky Black dude who's the assistant coach of the men's Soccer team. I guess they're pretty close. Earl was ugly as sin but his sister Jessica was hot as hell. First time I saw her while waiting in the Athletic Office, I knew I wanted her. The way she looked at me I knew she wanted me too. When I ran into her at a restaurant two days later, she invited me to have dinner with her. I don't get too close with anybody who attends or works at Sanders College but since she didn't fall into either category, I thought she was okay. Besides, with an ass like hers, I couldn't ignore her for long. I learned a bit about her. Jessica Anderson teaches African-American Literature at Stonehill College. She's also recently divorced. Translation? Horny slut in need of sex. That's okay with me.

Jessica Anderson and I went back to my dorm that afternoon and I had myself a good time. This chick was really freaky. She got naked as I sat on the bed, stroking my dick. Then she came to me, shaking her ass and her tits in front of me. I gently stroked her breasts while feeling her big round ass. I Jessica stroked my dick and knelt before me as she took me into her mouth. Without further ado, she began sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. I haven't had my dick sucked like that in a while. Once she got done sucking my dick, Jessica wanted her pussy licked. I fingered and licked her pussy till she squealed. Then I put her on all fours, gave her big ass a light spanking and then shoved my dick up her pussy. Jessica was quite vocal as I fucked her. I fucked that pussy hard. 

After a while, she asked me to try a little back shot. I was all for it. Put my hand lotion to good use, you know. I lubed up Jessica's crack, then pressed my dick against her asshole. Slowly, I pushed it inside. I've fucked women in the ass before but this was my first time butt-fucking an older woman. This was hot. I pumped my dick into Jessica's asshole and made her scream. She squealed and begged me for more. It was terrific. Anal sex is awesome. Sometimes I wonder whose asshole I would rather fuck. A man's asshole or a woman's asshole? This bisexual Black stud can't decide. Oh, well. I had a great time fucking Jessica's ass. When we finished, she put her clothes back on and left. Cool.

Sometimes, I wonder why I live the way I live. Never really bothering with relationships. Instead I seek casual sexual encounters with men and women. I don't know. Someday, I'll meet a woman who can accept me for who I am and then I'll settle down. My Nubian goddess. My Black princess. My wife to be. Maybe. Or maybe I'll find some man to share my life with. He'd have to be one hell of a man. Good-looking, smart, educated and wealthy. Oh yeah. For the female version, I'm more lax. I want a woman who's hot, has her own money, loves the hell out of me and is cool with my sexuality. Yeah, she'd have to be one hell of a woman. Until I can find such rare individuals, I'm happily single. Peace.



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 21



Hello, there. My name is Charlene O'Brien. A five-foot-ten, lean and wiry young Irishwoman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I'm twenty years old and currently reside in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a Probation Officer with the Brockton Municipal Court system. I'm openly gay, and live alone in an apartment in Brockton's South Side. This single gal is quite interested in the world of BDSM. I'm dominant, and I'm also quite fond of sexy exotic women. Especially Black women, Hispanic ladies and Arab gals. What can I say? I do get around. Today, I'm dominating my beloved girlfriend Tamika Brown. We're having tons of fun together. 

Tamika Brown is my gorgeous lover. I simply adore her. Even though we're from radically different backgrounds, we get along wonderfully. I am a dominant and she is a submissive. Not that you'd ever guess that if you saw her. A six-foot-two, busty and heavyset, dark-skinned Black woman with one of the biggest butts I've ever seen. Everything about her screams strong woman yet deep down, she loves to surrender. Tamika Brown is a business student at Bridgewater State College. She's also a closet lesbian with an urgent interest in blonde-haired white dykes like myself. That's more than okay by me. I know lots of Black lesbians lust after an ivory queen like myself. And it pleases me to no end. Tamika kneels before me as I sit on a couch in my living room. She's sucking on my toes just like I ordered her. I just love submissive Black women. They're fun to play with.

Tamika is so damn butch in public yet she's a total submissive in private. You should have seen how bold she was when we first ran into each other at Westgate Mall. I like an aggressive woman. Especially a sexy Black chick like her. We had dinner together at a Japanese restaurant and traded cell numbers and email addresses. That's how it all began. The following night, Tamika took me dancing at this super cool, Black-owned reggae club in downtown Boston. We did the bump and grind on the dance floor. The entire night, she kept feeling my boobs and grabbing my ass. I loved it. That night, I took her home and we made love for the first time. She was good at licking pussy. She also loved pleasing me. I like that in a woman. Especially since after that night, she confessed to being a total submissive, and she was desperately seeking a mistress. Well, her search was over. She had found me.

My beautiful Tamika is a lot of fun to play with. I love to smack her around, call her names and spank her fat ass. I also like to insert thick dildos up her pussy and asshole. This submissive Black slut loves to be dominated by a strong Irish mistress like me. I'm finding out that lots of strong Black women love to be dominated by white women in the world of BDSM. Any idea why? I know why. Butch Black chicks with hidden submissive tendencies seek out the bossy white chicks they know can tame them. And I am such a woman. Don't let the fact that I'm short and skinny fool you. I've been known to dominate women twice my size with absolutely no problem.

After making Tamika lick my feet and suck my toes, I ordered her to kneel before me. She obeyed. I looked into her dark, pretty face. Gosh, she's beautiful. Like so many Black women, she's got that natural beauty that those racist and sexist fashion industry moguls have yet to fully acknowledge. No matter, she is beautiful to me. I gently took her face in my hands and kissed her. She was so sexy. Then without warning I smacked her hard. Twice. Tamika's eyes went wide. I smiled maliciously at her. I'm still the dominant ivory mistress here and she is my Black female submissive. No ifs, ands or buts about it. Her big sexy ass belonged to me. I slipped two fingers inside Tamika's pussy and began playing with her. She moaned softly as I worked my magic on her.

I know what Tamika likes, so I worked her pussy with my magic fingers. At the same time, I smacked her face and pinched her tits. She yelped in pain mixed with pleasure. It was awesome. I turned her around, and made her assume my favorite position. You know that one. Face down and fat ass up. I caressed Tamika's thick rump, and pinched her booty. I love her ass. It's so big and Black. So round and juicy-looking. Sometimes, I want to try the face sitting and ass worship thing. But I can't. I'm the dominant one and she's my submissive. For both our sakes, I can't surrender. Not even for a moment. I banish these thoughts from my mind, and resume dominating my beloved girlfriend.

I don my strap-on dildo and proceed to fuck Tamika with it. Gripping her wide hips, I spread her plump ass cheeks wide open and shove the dildo deep into her pussy. Tamika takes my fucking without screaming. From time to time she groans, and I must say I like the sounds she makes. I smack her sexy ass and thrust the dildo deeper into her. Tamika is loving what I'm doing to her. I fuck her roughly, and even grab her hair while fucking her. I yank her head back and call her all kinds of obscenities while fucking her. Tamika loves it when I talk dirty. I fuck her harder, giving her pussy the full length of my eight-inch strap-on dildo. And you know what? My big Black slut absolutely loved it. She squealed in delight and begged me for more. And so I fucked her harder, and she screamed louder. We fucked and sucked the evening away, until we collapsed exhausted on a bed drenched with our own juices. It was absolutely fucking amazing.

That night, I lay next to Tamika Brown, my woman. Neither of us could sleep. We just looked at each other in silence. She's got no idea how much I love her. God, she's so beautiful. My gorgeous Black Amazon. She looked into my eyes, and asked me what I was thinking. I smiled, and hesitated. Should I tell her the truth? I gathered my courage, and confessed. I told Tamika that I secretly harbored submissive tendencies. I wanted to experience submission at the hands of someone. It had to be someone I trusted. A strong and beautiful woman. Her. Tamika stared at me, amazed. She asked me how long I had these feelings. I shrugged, and said I had been having these fantasies for a long time now. Tamika smiled, and kissed me. I kissed her passionately, then asked her to dominate me. Grinning, she nodded. And just like that, the switch was on!

I knelt before my goddess Tamika Brown, and looked at her. She looked every bit the Black Amazon. The Nubian goddess. Hot damn. In an imperious tone she ordered me to lick her feet. I quietly obeyed, taking her toes into my mouth. Tamika laughed and urged me to continue. I eagerly sucked her toes while she barked her orders at me. I sucked her toes and kissed her feet. Tamika ordered me to abase myself before her like a true submissive. Swallowing my pride, I did as I was told. I told Mistress Tamika that I was a worthless white slut badly in need of domination at the hands of a strong Black woman. This pleased her. Taking my face into her hands, she smacked me hard. Then she made me turn around and bend over. Grabbing my skinny white ass, Mistress Tamika began to spank me. She spanked me hard, and I squealed in pain as she beat my ass until it was red. It hurt, but I kind of liked it.

Once she got done spanking me, Mistress Tamika put me on my hands and knees and ordered me to lick her pussy. I hesitated, and she smacked me again. That does it. I refused to disobey my mistress anymore. I brought my face between the mistress spread thighs and breathed in the scent of her womanhood. I began to lick her pussy. Mistress Tamika grabbed my hair and urged me to do it right. She punctuated that statement by bringing her big hand down on my ass. In spite of myself, I yelped. That earned me another slap from her. I resumed licking my mistress pussy like there was no tomorrow. My mistress urged me to continue. When I slacked, she brought her previously unseen whip ( her belt ) down on my back and ass. That was one hell of a motivator.

When I finished licking Mistress Tamika's pussy, I asked her what else I could do for her. She ordered me to spread my pussy lips wide open. I nodded and obeyed. Mistress Tamika took one of the thickest dildos in the apartment and told me to shove it inside myself. My eyes went wide. The dildo was around ten inches long, thick and downright huge. Mistress Tamika smacked me for my hesitation. I apologized, and began working the dildo into my pussy. Hot damn, it was far from easy. Mistress Tamika laughed as I fucked myself with the giant dildo...slowly. She told me this was the same dildo I usually shoved inside her pussy. I knew that thing looked familiar. Mistress Tamika had a mischievous look on her face as she watched me fuck myself. I shoved the giant dildo inside my pussy. It hurt, but also felt weirdly good. I filled my pussy with it, and shoved it in and out. What followed was one of the best orgasms of my life.

Mistress Tamika was still not done with me. After watching rock my own world, she wanted to fuck me. In the ass. When she said that, I hesitated, and she smacked me some more. I resigned myself to my fate and got on all fours. I spread my ass cheeks wide open, and begged my mistress to be gentle. Mistress Tamika came up behind me, and pressed the lubricated dildo against my asshole. With a swift thrust, she went inside. I howled as my ass got penetrated for the first time. Mistress Tamika paused and asked me if I was okay. I said yes, and she resumed fucking me. With slow yet deep thrusts, she fucked my ass with my own frigging strap-on dildo. Mistress Tamika made love to my ass, and although it hurt a bit and took some getting used to, I liked it. Hell, by the time we really got into it, I was screaming for her to fuck me harder. It was fantastic.

Afterwards, I lay in Tamika's arms. I had tears in my eyes but they were tears of joy. I kissed her passionately and thanked her over and over. She had made my most forbidden fantasy come true. I felt at peace after one of the best nights of my life. I love my woman so much. I've learned so much from her. I learned that even the strongest of dominant women have submissive tendencies from time to time, and even the most submissive among us can have dominant feelings at time. It's all part of our nature as human beings. Doesn't matter if we're male or female, Black or white, straight or gay. We're all human, basically.



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 22



We all long for someone or something we think we can't have. I think it's an integral part of the human condition. My name is Raquel Joseph. I'm a six-foot-tall, busty, big-bottomed and voluptuous young woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a Christian and a lesbian. It took me a long time to reconcile my sexual identity with my faith. The Haitian community isn't known for its tolerance of what they call alternative lifestyles. We're a deeply conservative bunch. Doesn't matter where we live. My community is pretty narrow-minded about human sexuality. It hasn't exactly made my life easy. Being gay is part of who I am. It's not an alternative lifestyle. I wish more people understood that.

I lead a very busy life, folks. I'm a student-athlete at Harvey Jackson College, a small, historically black private school located in the city of Brockton. It's named after a famous civil rights activist from the old days.  We have about six thousand students, and fifty six percent of the student body is of African-American descent. Caucasians comprise twenty percent and Hispanics along with Asians make up the remaining twenty four percent. It's one of the most diverse schools in New England. I enrolled at Harvey Jackson College right out of high school, and joined the women's swim team. Yes, black women can swim competitively. We've even won medals. Get used to it.

In fact, Harvey College is an HBCU where a lot of the minority athletes compete in sports most people don't think we like. The women's swim team is mostly black, as are the men's and women's soccer teams. There are two black guys and one Hispanic dude on the men's swim team. The school even fields a highly competitive coed ice hockey club which has a few black students in it. And yes, the Football team along with the men's and women's basketball teams are almost exclusively black, as can be expected. We compete in the NCAA Division Two. This year, I'm a sophomore and it's great. The great thing about being a sophomore is that I'm no longer a freshman. Thank God for that.

My brother Jerome is a freshman at Harvey Jackson College this year. He's a cornerback on the football team. My parents charged me with looking after him. I'm constantly worried about him. Jerome likes to party, and he likes to chase blonde bimbos. After what happened at Hofstra University, where that chick falsely accused those young men of sexually assaulting her, I wish college men were more careful in dealing with strange women. I also hope that woman gets prosecuted and punished for making a false accusation of sexual assault against some innocent men. I tell my brother to focus on studying and stay away from weird chicks. I sure hope he doesn't have to learn that the hard way. As much as I love my brother, I got to have my own life. If he needs me, he knows where to find me.

Recently, I've started attending Brockton's first and only Haitian-American Seventh-Day Adventist Church. It's located not far from the Bat Center. I go there every Saturday morning. I met a beautiful woman there. Her name is Rose. She's tall, busty and fine as hell. This brown-skinned, lovely dame is in her mid to late thirties. I could care less about her age. I thought she was seriously sexy. Every time I saw her in church, I always said hello. She's always friendly with me, and she seems really cool. I have not been blessed with this mythical ability a lot of gays and lesbians have to detect their own kind. I usually find out a chick is gay or bisexual when she starts kissing me. Seriously. I have zero gaydar. So I can't tell if Rose likes me or if she's only being friendly.

Well, let's see. I'm a Criminal Justice major at Harvey Jackson College and my professors always encouraged me to think forensically. Rose is a tall, good-looking Haitian woman who comes to church every Saturday by herself. She doesn't have a husband or any offspring. And I don't see her being too friendly with any of the men, beyond hello and goodbye. Rose is fine as hell. A woman who's that good-looking should have a boyfriend. Or a husband. Rose didn't have either. And she didn't seem to want either. Could it be that she's gay or bisexual? I think that's not beyond the realm of possibilities. 

I see a lot of good-looking women in the church every Saturday. I'm as queer as a two-dollar bill and I don't fit the stereotype of a lesbian. I'm very pretty and feminine. I've got a cute face, nice tits, killer legs and a great ass. Men are always whistling and hollering when they see me. I don't mind the attention. Shoot, I spend a lot of time and energy exercising, eating right and dressing well.  People had better notice that I look good. I'm pretty sure there are a lot of other lesbians in the church. Some of the women certainly come to mind. And not just the lovely, mysterious and ever elusive Rose. Damn, I've had a crush on this woman for ages and ages and I still don't know her frigging last name. Yeah, I'm new at this. One of the women I can think of is Marjorie. She's good-looking, sexy as hell and she's married to this accountant named George. Even though they have two sons and a daughter together, everybody can tell George is gay. Hell, I'm sure dead people know he's gay. George is captain obvious. Gayer than the character Bruno in that bad movie I recently saw.

Marjorie is always really friendly with this good-looking, educated and successful yet perpetually single lady named Cassandra. I've seen them hug, and caress each other. They're so friendly and tender with one another. Marjorie is definitely gay or at least bisexual. If she's doing Cassandra, I can't say that I blame her. Cassandra is a tax lawyer  with a cute face, athletic body and killer booty. I'd go after her in a jiff if I thought I had a chance. I knew something had to be going on between these two. There are lots of lesbians and bisexual women in the Haitian-American Seventh-Day Adventist Church of Brockton. The question is whether Rose is a member of the Sisterhood of Pussy Lickers. Only one way to find out.

The next time I went to church, I approached her. I made sure I was wearing a conservative yet still sexy black dress that revealed all my curves. All the guys in the church, from the young men to the married guys and the grandfathers, were checking me out. A lot of the women were looking at me with envy, and disgust. Rose looked at me with something else showing in her eyes. Not envy. Not anger. Not disgust. Nah, think lust. Pure lust. One look into Rose lovely brown eyes and I knew. She was definitely a member of the sisterhood. I smiled at her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek as we sat in the same pew. She kept stealing glances at me throughout the service. I played it cool. Am I good or what?

After the service ended, I decided to walk home. The Bat Center was only minutes away and I thought I'd take the number three bus to drop me in the West Side. I never made it to the Bat Center. Guess why? The lovely Rose pulled up in a sleek gray BMW and asked me if I needed a ride. What do you think I said? I sat in the passenger seat next to Rose, grinning from ear to ear. The sexy Haitian mama looked at me, grinned and told me how good I looked. Playing it cool, I thanked her. She asked me where I lived. I told her I lived on Mash Street in the West Side, not far from the high school. I also let it slip that I was home alone that day. My brother was in Boston with his buddies and whatever blonde he was seeing this week and my parents were vacationing in Cap, Haiti. Rose grinned when I said that. She dropped me at my house, and I asked her if she could come in for a drink. My way of thanking her. She hesitated, but said yes. Once I had her in the house, you know the game was set.

I gave Rose a tour of my parents lovely home. I must say we have it good. A two-story, four-bedroom house with two bathrooms, two living rooms and a kitchen. We also have a big yard and a swimming pool. Rose was impressed. She asked what my parents did for a living. My dad's an engineer and my mom's a teacher. Rose and I sat in the living room, sipping some lemonade. We sat awfully close to each other. I learned a bit about her. She was single, never married, and moved to Brockton a few years ago. I asked her why a hot lady like her didn't have a man. Rose grinned, and said it's because she liked women. That made me smile. That's when I kissed her.

Rose kissed me back passionately, and took my face in her hands. Smiling, she asked me if I always brought strange women home. I grinned and said I only brought home the ones I liked. She smiled and we kissed again. Next thing I know, we were getting it on right there on my couch. I don't know when was the last time Rose got some but it must have been a while. The lady was real eager. I unbuttoned her shirt and took off her skirt. Surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties. My pussy got wet with anticipation. I knelt before her and began licking her pussy. Rose ran her hands through my hair and encouraged me to work my magic on her. I handled my business, licking and fingering her pussy like there was no tomorrow.  I made her cum twice, then she went down on me.  Rose was really good at eating pussy, folks. She fingered me hard, and gently bit my clit. I gasped in surprise. Rose laughed. That woman sure loves to tease. She put me on all fours and licked my pussy from behind, spanking me while licking me. It was weird, but I liked it. I also liked it when she slipped two fingers into my asshole while licking my pussy. We had a great time.

An hour later, Rose was pulling out of my driveway. I stood there, waving her goodbye. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses, promising to keep in touch. That woman sure is a lot of fun. I'm definitely going to give her a call soon. We need to hook up more often. And next time, I'm bringing my strap-on dildo to the party. I just love mature Haitian women. They're so fun in the bedroom. I think rose and I are going to get along just fine. We're Haitian lesbians, and that's how we roll. 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 23



The world of human sexuality is a complicated place. People are rarely exactly what they appear to be. As a lawyer who moonlights as a BDSM expert and part-time dominatrix, I know this implicitly. My name is Tina Adewale. I'm a six-foot-two, voluptuous and quite sexy woman of African and Native American descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I've found that in life, balance is everything. I am thirty six years old, married to a handsome Haitian-American police officer named Jerome Jean-Paul. Our sons Adam and Claude are students at the Massachusetts Maritime Academy. Our daughter Diana attends Pine Manor College. We do alright for ourselves. I try to balance my professional life and my marriage with my demanding sexual appetites.

It's not easy for this black woman, folks. I'm a senior partner at Adewale, Milagre, Dale & Madison, one of the top criminal defense firms in the city of champions. I founded the firm ten years ago with a classmate from Suffolk Law, Jerry Madison. He's a tall, dark and handsome Haitian-American legal genius who's unfortunately quite gay. The third partner at our firm is Kimberly Dale, an Asian-American beauty with the mindset of a shark. We were recently joined by Kelly Milagre, a sexy Mexican-American legal powerhouse. Today, our firm employs twenty six lawyers. And we're quite good at what we do. Defending men and women of ill repute, no questions asked. As long as they can afford our services. I like being a top notch lawyer. It's cool. I just worry that someday, my partners at the firm and my family are going to find out about my secret life. I'm not ready for that.

My secret life matters a great deal to me. I keep it secret from my family and associates because I care about them. I'm not afraid of what their reactions would be, but I like to compartmentalize. Work and play don't mix. And I do love to play. Simply put, I enjoy dominating others. And sometimes I enjoy being dominated. Right now, I'm dominating this tall, blonde-haired white chick named Amber White. She's a first-year student at Suffolk University whom I met during a visit three months ago. She's quite taken with me and loves to be my submissive. I take great pleasure in dominating white women. Why? Simply because they think they're all that and this strong black woman loves to take them down a peg or two. It brings me great pleasure. We're having some fun in Amber's dormitory. The dorm is deserted since it's a Friday night so we have complete privacy. Amber White kneels before me and sucks on my toes just like I ordered her to do. I love it when white women kneel before me. Why? Simply because black women are goddesses. And the world needs to be reminded of that. Starting with white chicks. Can I get an Amen?

After Amber White got done sucking my toes, I smacked her face hard and then bent over and spread my big black butt cheeks wide open. I ordered my favorite white slut to lick my asshole. Amazingly, Amber White obeyed. The silly white chick began licking my asshole like there was no tomorrow. My pussy got mad wet as she worked that magic tongue between my buns. I love getting my ass licked. Almost as much as I like getting my pussy thoroughly bathed by a knowing tongue. Once I had enough of Amber White's licking of my ass, I decided to try something new. I put her on all fours, and began spanking her flat white ass. I spanked the white chick's ass until it turned red. Bright red. Amber White squealed as my big strong hands smacked her ass. I told her to quit whining and she obeyed, taking her punishment just like she should. I just love an obedient white chick who does what a strong black woman tells her. It makes my pussy gush with excitement.

After spanking Amber White's ass to a delightful reddish hue, I decided to fuck her. I told her that she was mine and I was going to have my way with her. Amber White squealed in delight. I smacked her hard. She's my submissive and she's got to know her place. Amber apologized for getting too excited. I nodded, then thrust two fingers into her pussy while sliding two more fingers into her asshole. She gasped in surprise. I laughed. Always got to prepare the terrain before riding. I took my strap-on dildo and dipped it into some lubricant. Then I spread Amber's ass cheeks wide open. I pressed the dildo against her asshole and slowly pushed it inside. Amber groaned as I penetrated her ass with my strap-on dildo. I tried to be gentle at first by slowly pushing the dildo up her asshole. Contrarily to popular belief, lots of lesbians and bisexual women love it up the ass. Especially when it's another woman doing the ass fucking. And my sweet submissive Amber White was definitely no exception.

Holding Amber's narrow hips firmly, I thrust the dildo deeper into her asshole. I smacked her ass while fucking her. Amber screamed as her ass got fucked. The submissive white chick's screams were music to my ears. I grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and yanked her head back while fucking her. I berated her as I fucked her and she just went along with it, completely submitting to me. It was wonderful. Afterwards, we took a shower together then I left. I went home to my husband and family, with a song in my heart. Amber and I both get what we need from this arrangement. I need a slave and she needs a mistress. Life is cool. I love being a wealthy, beautiful and dominant black woman in the United States of America. I've got the big house, the career, the hubby, the family, and the kinky sex life. Who says black women can't have it all? 



Black Women are Goddesses Ch. 24



Reversal can be fun. Sometimes even enlightening. My name is Tina Adewale, a tall, sexy black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a senior partner and chief at Adewale, Milagre, Dale & Madison, one of the top criminal defense firms in the city of champions. M y husband Jerome Jean-Paul is a police officer. We have two sons and a daughter, and all three of them are in college. I'm also quite into BDSM, and I usually play the role of dominant. I am particularly fond of dominating white chicks who think they're all that. Make them bow to the power of the black goddess. Today is going to be different. Today I submit.

The person I'm submitting to is a big and tall young black man. Stephen Madison. He's the nephew of Jerry Madison, the handsome gay black lawyer who co-founded the firm with me ten years ago. Stephen is tall, dark and handsome. Exactly the way I like my men. We met when he came by to visit his uncle one day at the firm. Stephen majors in criminal justice at Bay State College, a private school in Boston. He came to our firm to ask his uncle some advice. He wanted to know if we knew of any law firms which needed an intern. Usually, I select the interns among good-looking and educated young black women at schools like Bridgewater State, Suffolk or UMass-Boston. However, one look at Stephen's handsome face and sexy body convinced me to give him a chance. My colleague's nephew became our latest intern.

I didn't regret my decision to hire him. Stephen wasn't just easy on the eyes. He was also smart as a whip. All the females at the firm, from lawyers to clients, seemed to like him. He always came to work wearing a white silk shirt, red tie and black silk pants. He had a way of making business attire look sexy. I swear the guy could be a male model if he wanted to. He looked like a younger version of Denzel Washington. Kind of like that hot actor Lee Thompson Young. Yeah, Stephen Madison was one sexy dude. I found myself attracted to him. You see, it had been a while since I had sex with a man other than my husband. More than fifteen years in fact. Yet this twenty-year-old Haitian-American stud was genuinely making my mouth water.

Stephen was something else. I decided I had to have him. All the chicks in the law firm wanted a piece of him. And so I did. Seducing this sexy young black man was quite easy for a tall, sexy black woman like me. Young black men like Stephen dream of hooking up with older black women. Especially one like me. I'm in my late thirties yet I'm already a millionaire, and I'm quite powerful too. My name is known in courtrooms across Massachusetts. I've kicked the butts of enough prosecutors, corporate lawyers and legal sharks across the state to be hatefully remembered by all of them. Stephen was not what I expected. For starters, he wasn't the handsome yet naïve guy I thought he was. The guy was smart, ruthless and had the wisdom of a much older person. He knew things which stunned me. I wanted to control him and make him my plaything. He controlled me and made me his bitch. And you know what? I actually liked it.

I found myself doing things for him that I wouldn't do for any other man. I took him to upscale restaurants and paid for everything. He amazed me with his ballroom dancing skills. The guy was smooth, graceful and ever the gentleman. Yet his eyes were cold. Eerily so. Stephen moved with the grace of a feline predator stalking prey in the jungle. And his golden brown eyes were steely until he smiled. That's when they became as warm as can be. Truly he was a man of mystery. I decided to welcome him into my secret world of forbidden sexual activities. The world of BDSM. Where I volunteered to be his first slave if he consented to become my first master. Stephen found it challenging and intriguing. And he accepted at once.

Now, to the uninitiated, the world of BDSM is a strange place. They think of men and women in a dungeon, wearing black leather and cracking whips. There's a lot more to it than that. For example, most people who love BDSM don't look a thing like the weird freaks you've seen in porno movies and documentaries. BDSM fans tend to be normal men and women of all races and backgrounds. I know a Hispanic farmer from Plymouth who's married to a Japanese businesswoman and they're both really into BDSM. It's not just for kinky white couples in the suburbs. Lots of black couples, Asians, Middle-Easterners and others love BDSM. I wish the people making the movies and documentaries would show that. Unfortunately, they don't. Oh, well. I had a lot to teach Stephen. He ended up teaching me a lot as well.

Stephen taught me the fine art of submission. The art of letting go and willingly allow another to have control over me. We started lightly. Stephen would sit in my living room and order me to get him this and that...while wearing a bra and panties. I did it, finding it kinky and different. Later, he would make me kneel before him and suck his toes. It was different but I actually liked it. Later, he tied me up while naked and tickled me with a feather until I begged him to stop. I am really, really ticklish. Stephen laughed and continued to torture me with his ticklish ways until I pissed myself. He gathered my urine in a bowl and made me drink it. That was different, yet I did it. I'm all for trying new things. I begged him to dominate me even more harshly. Well, I asked for it and I got it.

The next time we hooked up, Stephen made me kneel before him and suck his toes. Then he smacked me hard across the face for not doing it right. I called him master and begged his forgiveness. He bent me over his knee and spanked my big black ass with a thick wooden paddle. I screamed as he paddled my ass. Stephen laughed and continued to spank my ass. Until it turned black and blue. That's when he put me on all fours and bound my hands and feet with thick steel chains. I asked him what he was doing. He smacked me hard for questioning him, then told me he was going to fuck me in the ass. I found that thrilling and nerve-wracking at the same time. Stephen smiled and spread my big black butt cheeks wide open. He applied lube all over my asshole, then slipped a finger inside, then another. I gasped at the intrusion. Stephen laughed and then placed his long and thick, uncircumcised black cock against my asshole. With a swift thrust, he went inside.

I've never been anally penetrated before. This was a new experience for me. I've never let my husband Jerome fuck my ass. Hell, even Khadija my first mistress, the Arab woman who taught me about BDSM never got to fuck my ass with her strap-on dildo. Stephen placed his hands upon my hips and shoved his dick deep inside my asshole. A sharp groan escaped my lips as I lost my anal virginity. Stephen asked me how it felt. I simply whimpered, and he continued fucking me. He smacked my big ass as he fucked me, sliding his cock deep into my asshole. I simply lay there and took it, the pleasure and the pain. It was absolutely fantastic.

Stephen told me he loved butt-fucking mature black women like me. He loved taking us face down and ass up. The way we were meant to be taken. How arrogant of him. Why did it turn me so much when he said that? Stephen grabbed my hair and whispered curses into my ears as he butt fucked me. I found myself enjoying the feel of his dick in my asshole. So much that I begged him for more. He asked me why I wanted more. Well, why did I want more? It was obvious at this point. It's because I enjoyed having a big dick up my ass. Stephen laughed and called me a slut. Then he fucked my ass even harder. After fucking me for a good half hour, he came. His dick pumped wave upon wave of cum inside my asshole. I squealed in delight as his hot cum filled my ass. It was hot. A few moments later, he pulled out of my asshole and ordered me to get on my knees. I did. He shoved his dick into my mouth and ordered me to clean it up. Amazed at his boldness yet more turned on than ever before, I sucked his dick. I tasted my ass on it. This was definitely a new thing for me. Yet he had my pussy wetter than anyone else ever has. Truly this young man was my master.

And that's how we became an item, folks. Stephen and I are passionate lovers now. He's introducing me to the wonders of sexual surrender and hardcore anal sex. And I'm more than thankful for everything he has taught me. My asshole can now accommodate the bulk of his cock without lubricant. My master says I'm making progress. I'm so happy to please him. At the office, I walk with an extra bounce in my step. I'm doing good at work. Making a ton of money. My family is alright. And Stephen gives me all the raunchy masculine loving a sister could never need. What more could I want?