9 comments/ 88867 views/ 40 favorites Slave Fantasy Ch. 01 By: PrevertedMe He had never been with a black woman before, nor had she ever crossed the racial line . . . until now. Sitting in the stiff backed chairs, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the little table, they made small talk while waiting for the motel room's air conditioner to clear the staleness. They had spent the evening dancing, their bodies pressing into each others as they swayed to the gentle rhythm of the slow songs, growing sweaty as they moved to the fast ones. They had come to the motel on her insistence and although he didn't understand why they couldn't just go back to his place he didn't argue with her. He didn't argue because she was beautiful . . . gorgeous. An actual ebony goddess. And he wanted her. Although she always looked good, she looked exceptionally hot tonight. She wore a short, tight dress, one that clung to and followed every curve of her wonderful body. The hem reached halfway down her thighs and it had a curved, low cut top that exposed the smooth tops of her breast. Her nipples could be seen starting to poke out at the front of those soft mounds. While the AC blew the room's stale air away they sat with their chairs close, mumbling silly, unimportant things with occasional interruptions by their lips brushing against one another's. Eventually one of those brief interruptions turned into a long, slow kiss with their lips parting to allow their tongues access across the borders. Her hands were on his legs, resting lightly atop his thighs, and her fingers lightly scratched at his pants. His own hands were raised, one cupping the side of her face, the other holding her arm. The kiss lingered on and on, neither of them in a hurry to break the connection, their bodies growing ever warmer. He left his eyes open slightly, admiring her beautiful features, the glow emanating from her face. When they did eventually separate and he looked into her eyes he saw a desire in the brown orbs, a hunger that was building inside of her. "I think the AC's done its job," he whispered. "Mm-hmm," she agreed, her face radiating a false innocence. "But it still seems hot in here." They stood up then and she kind of pushed her chair back away from her. They embraced, their arms slipping around each other and squeezing their bodies together as their lips met and their tongues delved into the other's mouth again. Her hands slid up to rest upon his shoulders while his caressed her back. Her breasts were smashed against him, her body folding in and pressing hard. One of his hands slid down to cup her ass cheek, his fingers gripping the soft flesh beneath her dress. Applying pressure there he pushed her into him harder, ground his crotch against her. Inside his pants his cock throbbed, blood rushing to it as it grew. She felt this and pressed herself against it firmer, lifting herself slightly on her toes and rubbing her body against the growing member. "Mmmmmm," she murmured. The sound of it made his cock twitch even more, caused it to jump as a surge of blood was driven into it. "Mmmmmmmm," she murmured again as she felt the reaction against her. The evening of dancing, with their bodies grinding against each other, had already ignited a fire within her loins. She felt herself growing hotter as they kissed, as their bodies rubbed together now. They continued to kiss for several minutes, their lips parting for a moment then pressing together again. Their tongues swirled over and around each other. His one hand massaged her back, caressed the lower portion of it, while his other cupped and squeezed her ass. Her fingers dug slightly into his shoulders, scratching lightly at his shirt. Her breathing grew shallower and her lips pressed against his with more hunger, her tongue dove and swirled faster. Then her hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest where they undid a couple of his shirt buttons before slipping inside. Her nails tickled his skin as her fingers played across his chest. Their lower bodies continued grinding into one another. Her hips rolled in small circles as she ground and humped her body at his crotch. His cock responded appropriately, growing harder within its confines until it ached within the cramped quarters. "Mmmmmm," she murmured. "Mmmm," he agreed. Still they kissed, their lips and tongues meeting, slithering, pressing. Her breathing grew shallower, heavier. Her fingers undid more of his shirt buttons, her upper body pulling away so that she could open it until only the one tucked into his pants remained attached. Her hands ran up and down his chest and stomach, her nails scratching lightly across his skin. Releasing her ass cheeks he slid his hands up her back to reach for the dress' zipper. Instantly she pulled her mouth away from his, breaking their kiss, to look up at him with a mischievous little grin. "Uh-uh," she said, one hand reaching back to stop him. "Not yet." He looked into her eyes, into her dark rushing orbs filled with passion, desire, lust and something else. He couldn't tell what that something else was but he knew it was there. Unwilling to spoil what was happening he quickly shrugged acceptance and dropped his hands back down, both of them filling themselves with her ass now. Gripping the round orbs of dress-covered flesh he pushed their bodies together again as her hands once more returned to his chest and their lips met again. "Mmmmmmmm," she murmured as their tongues swirled, their bodies ground. Minutes later her hands started working at his belt and the button to his pants. She had to pull her body away from him to undo it all and both of them felt a sense of loss as they were forced to stop grinding against one another. While they still kissed, their tongues swirling and diving, she managed to completely undo his pants and tug the shirt tail out, undoing the last button and leaving it hanging open. She then reached down inside his shorts and wrapped her dark little fingers around his hardening cock, giving it a gentle squeeze as she did. "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned. Her tongue drove heavily against his and a shiver raced through her body causing her to shake slightly. Holding onto his rod, now freer within the loosened confines and able to grow harder, she squeezed and tugged on it with her delicate fingers. She moaned into his mouth as she felt blood pumping into the cock, felt it growing harder in her grasp. Passion washed through her body as she squeezed and pulled at the growing cock. The fires within her loins grew hotter, burned higher. She felt her body tingling with anticipation, felt her nerves quivering as they were touched by the fingers of her lust. Because of their new position, with light and air between them, he could no longer hold onto her ass and had instead wrapped his hands onto her waist. His fingers held onto her tightly, gently gripping her and using her to help him maintain his balance as his lust coursed through his body and made his legs shaky. Their deep, wet kiss ended and she pressed her lips to his again in one more long, hard kiss, but without tongue this time. She then pulled away completely as her eyes trailed down across his torso and to the shorts into which her hand disappeared. As she eyed the cock she held she mewed in her throat and her tongue flickered out to lick her lips. He stood there looking down at her, a clear view of her cleavage being given to him. The brown swells were held tightly within her dress, the tops tantalizingly displayed. He watched them rise and fall with her heavy breaths. At the front her nipples were now fully outlined against the dress' material. While they stood there for a minute then, her squeezing and tugging gently on his cock, she leaned in a couple times and brushed her lips across his chest, tantalizing breaths of sensitivity against his skin. Her breathing grew shallower, her chest rising heavier. A couple of times she glanced up at his face but her eyes quickly diverted themselves. She gave the impression of someone unable to make any real contact while having an internal argument with themselves. As she continued to stroke his now near erect cock, his lust boiling inside of him, he started to worry that she was having second thoughts. That she was going to back out. But when she did manage to make and hold eye contact a moment later he saw no retreat in them, only a raging lust. She had a hungry, sultry look on her face as she stood there in her skimpy dress, the tops of her breasts displayed, her hard nipples protruding. Her hand stroked his cock. She breathed heavily, nearly panting. "Am . . ." she whispered quietly, her voice shaky. "Am . . . Am I . . . dirty?" His cock nearly leapt out of his shorts as her words slipped past her lips and into his ears. Staring into her eyes he knew it was not a real question, but really a request. She had certain needs, certain desires and she was letting them be known. "Yes," he grinned happily. "You are dirty. You're a dirty little slut." He quickly slid one hand up to cup her head, his fingers wrapping around the back and his thumb slipping across her cheek to the edge of her lips. "You're a dirty little whore," he said. Then he jerked her head forward and planted his lips hard against hers, driving, forcing his tongue into her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she whimpered, her hand tightening around his throbbing cock. "Mmmmmmmmmm." His words added more fuel to the fire of her lust, fanned the flames of desire coursing through her veins. The feel of his roughness, the forceful kiss he was giving her made her feel weak, almost helpless, and her body reacted to the sensation. The kiss, long and forceful, ended when he jerked her head back to stare down at her. Her eyes now blazed with the lust of her body. Short, heated gasps of air panted through open lips. A moment later he applied pressure to her shoulder, pushing her downward. "Now suck my cock, slut," He growled, forcing her to her knees. "Fuck me with your mouth." Without hesitation she dropped, her hands grabbing at his pants and shorts to pull them down with her. His cock sprung free almost as she fell to eye level with it and a heated murmur came from her throat. Her eyes became riveted on the stiff pole of flesh pointing at her face. Her fingers once more wrapped themselves around it and she stroked it while her tongue rolled across her lips. But still she did not move to engulf it, did not lean forward to wrap her dark lips around the white shaft of cock. Instead she raised her eyes to meet his, looking at him with burning hunger as soft murmurs and shivering whimpers rolled past her parted lips. "You . . . You should sit down . . ." she whispered with a quiet but self-assured and knowing tone. While she continued to look into his eyes for a moment she stroked his cock, the contrast of their skin colors glaring even in the dimly lit room. Then her voice changed back to the weak, demure and husky voice she had used only moments ago to let him know her desires. ". . . Master," she sighed. The sound of it, the heated passion and simple surrender of her voice, caused his knees to quake. If he had been holding any doubts about his need to take her advise it rapidly vanished from his mind. He readily moved to do as she said, placing his ass toward the edge of the chair he'd been sitting in before, and leaned back. For only a brief moment her lips spread in an understanding smile then her eyes once again dropped to the cock she was stroking and her expression again became filled with lust. His own lust was raging within him and he reached out to place both his hands on the back of her head. He watched her lick her lips once more before shoving her face toward his crotch and the throbbing cock in her hand. "I said suck it, slave," he demanded. Her mouth quickly descending toward the throbbing member and her lips became wrapped the head as she began to suck on it. Her lips steadily slid down the length of it, slowly engulfing it until her face was literally buried in his crotch and his entire cock was buried within her throat. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured. "Mmmmm-Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." "Oohhh God yes, slave," he sighed happily. She kept him deep inside her for a moment then slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock remained in her mouth. Her fingers once more wrapped themselves around the shaft, squeezing and tugging at the base of it and she sucked deeply on the head, her tongue rolling across it. Then she slid her lips forward, swirling her tongue across his cock as she fed herself a few inches of it. Looking up at him, her brown orbs smoldering with heat, she then began to slide her lips up and down along his shaft while sucking and rolling her tongue. "Yessss, suck it," he hissed. "Suck my cock, slave. Fuck me with your mouth, with your black mouth." "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she whimpered as her dark lips slid back and forth over his white cock. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm." Before her eyes dropped and closed they glowed with the growing heat that sucking his cock was fueling inside her body. The fingers gripping the base of his cock grew tighter, their tugging and squeezing harder as his precum assaulted her taste buds. "Yes, suck it," he growled, his hands growing heavier on her head. "Suck my cock slave. Fuck me with your mouth. Fuck me with your mouth, slave. Suck it." She pumped her face back and forth, sliding her lips along his cock, fucking him with her mouth as he ordered. She sucked harder and harder, her tongue washing across his flesh. "Mmmmm, mmmmm," she whimpered and mewed. After several more bobbings of her face she once again opened her eyes to look up at him as her lips slowly descended down along the entire length. Her fingers slipped out of the way as she engulfed his whole cock inside her throat and held it there while working her throat muscles and clenching the throbbing member. "Oh God yes, suck your master's cock," he groaned. "Suck your master's cock, slave." "Mmmmm-mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned then, the vibrations running along his shaft being held in her throat. Between her legs she felt herself growing damp, felt her juices flowing within her pussy as the feel and taste of his cock fueled her desire. She listened to his words and they stoked the burning heat of her need. She felt her clit throb, felt it pushing out from beneath its hood and starting to press against her panties. A moment later when she pulled back and replaced her fingers around the base of his cock while returning to the rhythmic fucking of him with her mouth his hips started to rock into her face. Bouncing lightly against the chair he worked to match her rhythm until together they were steadily fucking her mouth with his hard cock. Her lips slid back and forth along the shaft, pumping and pulling along it. She grabbed at his thigh with her other hand, her fingers gripping, her nails scratching slightly. "Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," she whimpered as she tasted more precum, felt his shaft growing more rigid between her lips. "Suck it, suck my cock you dirty slut. Suck your master's cock. Suck it, suck it." He groaned watching his white cock appearing and disappearing within her dark lips. "Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," she whimpered, her lips sliding faster, her suction increasing. "Yea, fuck me with your black mouth, slave. You little slut," he grunted, his hips rocking with her. "Feel me fucking you with my cock. Fucking your black mouth with my white cock, slave." His hands tried gripping her hair, tried to hold her still so he could literally fuck her mouth with the fever inside him. But her own lust was raging fiercely and her bobbing head easily matched his rocking hips. "Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm," she whimpering again and again. "Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm." She sucked harder, deeper on his cock, pulled at it with her mouth as she fucked him back. "Yes, suck it bitch. You like it, you like sucking my cock. Sucking my hard, white cock. Sucking your master's cock. Suck it slave. Fuck me with your black mouth." "Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm." Together their rhythm was building, their separate body parts pumping at each other with increasing speed. He now understood what she'd meant when she'd told him to sit down. Her mouth was amazing, she was sucking his cock with a power that made his knees weak even though he wasn't standing. His white cock slid back and forth as she pushed and pulled her dark lips along it, sucking it, licking it. Her fingers wrapped around the very base squeezed and tugged. "Oh God yes, suck it, slave. Suck your master's cock. Suck my white cock you black little slut." He felt his balls starting to boil, felt his climax nearing its explosion. "I'm gonna cum, whore," he groaned. "I'm gonna cum in your dirty little mouth. Suck my cock. Swallow your master's cum." "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmmmm," she whimpered, her suction increasing even more upon the throbbing cock in her mouth. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. Mmmmmmm." "Oh yes, suck it slave. Suck it like the dirty slut you are." His hips jumped, jerked spastically for a moment then his entire body tensed. Kneeling before him, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, she also froze. She sucked deep and hard on his cock while her fingers jerked at its base. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as the throbbing cock jumped inside her mouth and unleashed the first spray of warm semen. "Oh yes," he groaned. "Swallow it. Swallow my cum, slave." Inside her mouth his cock twitched then jerked, sprayed his cum for her to swallow. And she did. She gulped and swallowed it all, murmuring lustfully as she did. Even after the last of his load pumped from his twitching cock she continued to suckle on it. She slowly pumped her face back and forth along it several times too, rolling her tongue up and over, down and around the softening flesh. Although it did lose some of its hardness, somehow her actions, the technique of her warm, wet mouth and slithering tongue, kept it semi-erect. When she did pull her lips away, her delicate fingers continued to stroke the fleshy pole as she looked up at him. Her expression hung heavy with the passion in her body. Her eyes smoldered hotly from beneath heavy lids. Her lips hung partially open and she breathed with a lust induced shallowness. "Did I do good?" She asked softly. "Did I make my master happy?" "Yesss," he sighed, unable to keep the grin from parting his face. "Yes you did." She continued to stroke his cock, squeezing it and pulling it with her fingers, making sure the member didn't loose anymore of its rigidity. "Am I a good slave girl? Am I a good little slave for her master?" "Yes. Yes you are." "Are you still going to fuck your slave girl? Are you still going to put your white cock in my hot, black pussy?" Within her grasp his cock jumped as he looked down at her kneeling there asking him these things. "Yes. Yes I am going to fuck you. I'm gonna have my way with my little slave. My hot little slave." "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed. Continued... Slave Fantasy Ch. 02 In the motel room she knelt at his feet, her dark fingers gripping and gently tugging on his white, semi-erect cock. Her face radiated the heat of her lust that had been fueled and stoked by the blowjob she had just given him. He smiled with the satisfied grin of a man who has just shot a load of semen down a beautiful woman's throat. She still wore her tight, skimpy dress and heels. His shirt hung open and his pants were down around his ankles. After taking a few deep breaths to semi-compose himself he instructed her to remove his shoes and pants. The hand that had been resting on his thigh, the fingers lightly scratching at his flesh, slid down to do as he said. With both of them shifting slightly they had these garments, along with his socks, tossed to the side in moments. He then leaned forward and grabbed her bicep. Standing up himself he pulled her with him. The action nearly made her loose the grip she had on his cock and she whimpered softly as she grabbed it tighter to avoid this. For a minute they stood in the room with her pulling at his cock, squeezing it. At the front of her dress her nipples were plainly visible, the hard nubs pushing forcefully at the dress she wore. She was panting through open lips, her eyes crawling across his body and staring at the cock she held. "Alright slave," he said, "now take my shirt off." When she reached to do this with only her one hand, not wanting to release her grasp of his cock with the other, he stopped her. "Both hands, slave," he ordered. "Mmmmm," she whimpered as she obediently let go her grip on his cock. She pulled his shirt down off his shoulders and added it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Her hand quickly moved to reattach itself to his cock but he stopped her again. Placing his hands on her shoulders he pushed her back a step. "Now its your turn," he said. "Take off your dress. Show your master your body." While sucking his cock and being talked to her lust had reached a plateau, bringing with it the manifestation of an orgasm within her loins. Now, with his newest orders, that orgasm hung within recognition, it wavered inside of her lust filled loins and breathed hot fire across her desire tingling nerves. Her body quivered slightly as she looked in his eyes and reached behind herself for the dress' zipper. She pulled this down then allowed the straps to slip from her shoulders. For just a second she held the garment up with her hands at the front then slowly pulled it down, allowing it to fall from her body into a pile around her feet. "Ooohhhh," he whispered appreciatively. He had already been certain she wasn't wearing a bra and now he had proof. Her tits stood out firm and developed with dark, hard areolas topped by swollen nipples. Rising up in a vee from her crotch to cross high on her hips was a pair of skimpy, red lace panties. As she stood there he could see a dark spot toward the front of them where her juices had flowed from her pussy. "Shoes. Off." He said simply. She lifted her feet from within the ring of her dress and kicked it aside then, raising one foot at a time, she slipped the heels off, tossing them aside as well. "Oohhh yes," he sighed, stepping toward her. While she cast her eyes floorward he covered her tits with his hands, cupping them and gently squeezing their dark, pliant flesh. His thumbs slid across her hard nipples, stroking them with light pressure. "Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh," her breath caught in her throat. "What a lovely little slave girl you are," he grinned. "Uuuuggggghhhhhh," she whimpered. He remained standing there cupping and squeezing her breasts for several minutes, his fingers massaging the soft flesh, his thumbs stroking her swollen areolas and nipples. Her own hand once more reached out to grasp at his cock, her fingers pulling on the fleshy pole as blood flowed to it. One of his hands released her tit and slid down across her abdomen, delicately trailing along her flesh to dip down toward her crotch and across the top of her panties where they played lightly. She felt the orgasm inside her lean forward with hungry anticipation, felt it stretching out to explode with the touch of his hand. It lingered so tantalizingly close, her juices flowing freer. "Uuuuhhhhhhh," her breath caught in her throat, her hips jerking forward slightly. "Yes, a beautiful slave girl. And a horny one too," he whispered. "Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh." She kept her face turned to the side slightly, her eyes rolling to the corners to stare at the cock she was holding, stroking. He massaged one tit and played at the top of her panties, his fingers occasionally dipping down toward her sex, toward her throbbing clit but never actually reaching either. Her chest rose and fell heavily as her breathing grew more and more shallow, her lust building inside her loins. Her juices flowed more too, the dark patch on her panties growing as she became wetter and wetter from his attentions. Each time his fingers dipped down toward her cunt her hips jerked and her breath would catch. When he dropped his hands to his sides she whimpered from the loss of his touch. Her head turned to look at him, her eyes almost pleading with him to replace his hands upon her body. "Get on the bed, slave," he told her. Her heart leapt, her breath caught. Although she wanted his hands back on her and she had to release his cock in order to do as he said, she knew what it meant. With a last tug on his cock she let go and moved toward the bed. Climbing onto it she rolled onto her back and looked at him questioningly. Her breasts rolled and swayed with her movements, her hard nipples poking skyward in their aching firmness. Reflexively her legs spread themselves, her knees bending slightly. The wet patch on her panties was plainly evident now as was the outline of her swollen labia beneath the lacy material. He stood beside the bed staring down at her, devouring her with his eyes. Instinctively her hands came up to her breasts. She filled her fingers with her own dark, fleshy mounds and rolled her swollen nipples between her fingers. "That's good. That's a real good little slave girl," he commented appreciatively. As he continued to watch her massage and play with her own tits her eyes slowly closed and her head rolled to one side. Her mouth hung open and small, soft gasps of pleasure came from between her lips. "Yes, show me what a good little slave girl you are," he told her. "Show me what a black slut you are." "Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," she whimpered, her hands growing heavier on her tits. He climbed onto the bed then as he continued to tell her to "show him what a dirty slut" and "horny little slave" she was. He moved next to her and her breath caught again when she felt his fingers grab the sides of her panties. Reflexively she raised her ass to help him as he pulled the flimsy garment down her legs. When they were past her feet and tossed aside she automatically spread her legs again, giving him his first fully unobstructed view of her heated pussy. "Oohhh yes," he sighed hungrily. She was extremely wet, her juices having flowed freely to coat her flesh around her sex. Her labia were swollen, puffing out and spreading themselves slightly to show her rich, pink cuntal walls and opening. Atop this her clit stood out swollen and almost throbbing. The air that now freely circulated across her aching sex caused her to whimper and moan while her fingers pulled at her swollen nipples and her hands squeezed hungrily at her tits. "You are a horny little slave, aren't you?" He sighed as he moved between her spread legs. "A hot little black slut." "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she whimpered. Kneeling between her legs, looking up along her body to where her hands were greedily squeezing her tits and her face was an expression of lust, he laid his hands on the inside of her knees. He then slowly slid them down along her inner thighs, caressing her flesh as he gradually brought his hands closer and closer to her wet cunt. As they made this progress her breathing grew even heavier and her hips rolled upon the bed, her ass rising slightly in a hungry attempt to make contact sooner. Her body was in lusty turmoil with her orgasm teetering on the brink of release within her. It boiled with the heat of her loins, ached with her hunger to be fucked, to feel his stiff cock plummet inside her pussy. A seething fire seared at her insides as hot electrical shocks tingled and raced along her nerves. Upon her chest her hands cupped and squeezed her aching breasts and she flattened her swollen nipples beneath her own palms. His hands reached the area where her legs and her crotch met and slipped closer to her sweaty sex. Her hips rolled, her ass rose up. The orgasm teetering on the brink within her loins screamed to be released, begged and pleaded for its explosive escape. The feel of his hands, the heat of them now so near her aching pussy teased her climax, urged it nearer the brink. Then his hands slid up along the outsides of her sex to caress her flesh above her pussy. "Ooooohhhhhhhh," she whimpered sadly, needful. His hands continued to travel over her flesh, his fingers leaving burning trails along their path. Up and around her pussy they slid, then back down along the outer fringes of her swollen labia. They rolled and tickled her entire pelvic region, stroking out toward her hips then back in and down along her labia. Her ass rose higher as her hips rolled this way and that in their attempt to make him touch her, to make him touch her wet, aching pussy. "What a horny little slut my slave girl is," he hissed. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she whimpered, her orgasm leaning further forward toward its explosion. "Do you like to have your pussy eaten, slave?" he asked as his fingers trailed up alongside her pussy lips. Her hips jumped as his words sent a blast of fuel crashing into her lust filled loins. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She moaned out. Her hands grabbed at her tits, her head rolled from one side to the other. "Good. Cause I wanna eat you. I wanna eat my slave girl's wet little pussy." "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her ass hung a few inches above the bed, her hips rolling slightly. Her pussy gleamed with the wetness seeping from it, her pink cuntal opening clearly visible due to the level of her passion and the position of her body. His hands slipped down along the joining of her legs to her crotch, his thumbs slipping beneath her, and his face dropped into her crotch. His breath brushed across her sex, his tongue slid up along her slit to press against her clit. "Uuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhh ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She cried out. The orgasm that had become a tingling sensation while she had sucked his cock and grown throughout the last minutes, suddenly exploded within her. Tidal waves of passion crashed through her body smashing and quaking her nerves with massive force. Her hips bucked upward, slamming her pussy into his face, her clit against his lapping tongue. Her hands fell from her tits to grab at the bedspread, pulling on it at the end of her outstretched arms. Her back rose from the bed, arching as her head rolled back atop her neck. Her mouth fell open wide and she moaned loudly between gasping breaths. "Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh! Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Riding her bucking, jerking hips with his face he planted his tongue atop her clit and lapped at it several, several times. He slipped the hard nub into his mouth and sucked then gently nipped it with his teeth before lapping at it some more. As her hips jerked to one side he lost contact for a second but quickly regained it while slipping his arms down and around her legs. Wave after wave of orgasmic explosion rocked her body. Her flesh quivered, her nerves jerked. She panted and moaned, pulled harder at the bedspread as her back arched higher and her muscles tensed. "Ooohhhhhh God. Ooohhhhhh God." She panted "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooodddd!" He lapped and lapped at her clit, slid his tongue down along her slit and back up, pressed at her opening and stroked its walls. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooodddd!" She moaned loudly. "Eat my pussy, master! Eat your slave's pussy!" Her words fueled the hunger he was feeling and he drove his tongue crazily around her pussy. Sucking her clit into his mouth he nipped it again then brushed his tongue across it before nipping it once more. He swiped his tongue up and down her slit fast and hard. He slithered it across her clit. In response her orgasm exploded with renewed energy. Thunderbolts of lust slammed along her nerves. Blinding explosions filled her mind. Her body twisted, convulsed and jerked upon the bed. Her hips humped her pussy at his face. "Ooohhhh God. Ooohhhh God. Eat me master. Eat your slave girl's black pussy. Eat it, eat it. Eat it, master. Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The orgasm exploding within her body and mind continued. She jerked and twisted upon the bed, her hips gyrating frantically as he held tightly to her legs and kept his face planted against her crotch, his tongue licking and lapping, slithering and stroking. She cried, whimpered and moaned, her back arching upward and her head rolling atop her straining neck. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh Gooooodddddddddd yeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss!" She moaned long and loud as her body froze. She was arched as high as her bending back would allow, her muscles and tendons clenched in a unwavering pose. Her orgasm crashed across her nerves and flooded her pussy with juices in one last blinding explosion of ecstasy. Then it slowly began to fade away. The sensations of its electrical tinglings slowly decreased, pulled back from her nerves in minute increments. Her muscles gradually relaxed, her body dropping to the bed slowly as her flesh quivered with the aftershocks of her passion. He released her legs and rose up on his knees to watch her drop to the mattress, his hands slipping into her cuntal region, his fingers lightly dancing across her skin where her juices glistened. Eventually she lay panting upon the bed, her legs spread wide, her knees wavering slightly as her feet held them bent in the air. Her head lay to one side, eyes closed, mouth open. Her breasts rose and fell as she struggled for breath, weakly sucked air into her lungs then released it. Between her spread legs her pussy gleamed and shined with its wetness. Her clit rose from beneath its hood still swollen, her labia also swollen and red. Within her pussy lips her pinkness shined bright with the juices as her opening waited agape. One set of his fingers slid up along the outer edges of her pussy lips and lightly stroked the flesh there, caressing her skin and tickling her nerves. In response her hips rolled upon the bed and a small, tired whimper slipped past her open lips. His other fingers were wrapped around his cock as he knelt there looking at her. "The little slave girl came pretty hard," he grinned. "Came all over my tongue." "Mmmmmm," she mewed. "Now she's gonna get my cock." "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," her hips jerked slightly. "Does my slave want to be fucked? Does she want her masters' cock in her pussy?" "Oohhh yeesssss," she panted, her hips rolling slightly more. One of his fingers slid across her labia to disappear into her cunt up to the second knuckle. He rolled it around inside of her, rubbed it against her walls, her juices coating it. "Uuuuuggggghhhhhhh," she moaned, her hips jerking again. "Yea, you want my white cock, don't you slave? You want your master to fuck this sweet black pussy of yours." "Uuuggghhhh yeessss," she sighed heavily. She whimpered quietly when he pulled his finger from her cunt. Her head rolled upwards and she watched him through slit eyelids as he started to climb atop her. Between them, down along his body, she saw his hard cock moving toward her aching pussy and her breath caught in her throat. He moved up to where he held himself above her, his dangling erection swaying within centimeters of her wetness. "Ooooohhhhhhhh," she whimpered as he swung his hips and the tip of his cock brushed against her sex. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh." "You little slut," he whispered. "Dirty slut. You want my hard white cock in you, don't you? You want me to fuck you, to fuck you like the slut you are." "Mmmmmmmmmm," she whimpered as his cock brushed against her swollen labia once more. Beneath him her hips rolled, her feet pushing into the bed and lifting her ass up. She whimpered and mewed as he hung there, above her, his rigid cock brushing across her cunt, the tip slipping against her slit, bumping against her swollen clit. She glanced down and saw his rigid white meat so close to her aching black sex, saw it poised for penetration. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, master. Fuck your slave girl." His hips dropped forward and the tip of his cock slid along her slit to her opening. He pressed and it pushed against her walls. Her own hips rose up to apply more pressure. The head of his cock entered her, spread her walls, opened her to him. "Mmmmmmmmm," she panted. Gradually he pushed his hips toward her, slowly inserting his cock into her. Her lips gripped themselves around his shaft as the hard cock penetrated her, pushed in along her walls and filled her juicy cunt. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned when he had the entire length inside of her. He rotated his hips then, rolled his hard flesh around inside her, pressing the head against various parts of her inner walls. "You like that, slave? You like having my cock buried in your sweet little pussy? "Yeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss," she sighed, her own hips rotating with his. After a couple minutes of rolling their hips together he pulled back, withdrawing most of his cock, pulling out until only the head remained inside of her. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh," she whimpered lightly as her sex was emptied. Her hips rolled and pumped at him, trying hard to keep his cock inside of her. One hand reached up and her fingers scratched at his chest. "Fuck me, master," she sighed. "Fuck your little slave girl." Again he pushed forward. With deliberate, teasing slowness he gradually slid the entire length of his cock inside of her. Her own hips rose up to help him feed his cock to her lust filled cunt. The shaft of flesh slid along her walls, rubbing against them while filling an internal void of desire. This time as he rolled his hips into her, the cock stroking and brushing across her inner walls, she felt another orgasm start to come forward, felt the heat of it wavering towards the front of her emotions. "Yeeeeeeeessssssssssssss," she whimpered, her hips rolling. "Fuck me, master." "You like my white cock, don't you slave?" He grinned as he watched her body start to roll and twitch beneath him. "You like it." "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh yeeesssss," she sighed. "Fuck your little black slave girl, master. Fuck your slave." As the orgasm reached its brink, hung teetering over the edge of its release, her breathing grew ragged. Her body started to twitch and quiver beneath him even as her hips started to hump and roll in near spastic motion. Her bottom lip quivered then she lightly bit down on it. The fingers scratching at his chest became more insistent. "Play with your tit, slave," he instructed. Obediently her free hand came up from the bed and filled itself with her dark mound, her fingers rolling the swollen nipple atop it between them. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh," she mewed as her orgasm grew nearer. He then withdrew his cock again, pulling back slowly while her hips fought with themselves, partially wanting to follow him and keep the entire length of his cock inside of her, partially wanting to pull back as well to aid him in the insertion that would be coming. Slave Fantasy Ch. 02 "You're a dirty little slave girl," he told her. "Asking me to fuck you with my white cock." "Yeesss, yeessss," she whispered agreement, her hips twitching as he held his cock with only the head of it snuggled between her walls. "Yes, I'm a dirty slave girl. A nasty little slut. Fuck your slave girl, master. Fuck me with your white cock. Fuck me, master. Fuck me." Her orgasm was hanging on the very edge, barely keeping from falling forward and crashing through her body. The feel of his cock head nestled within her walls, the memory of how it felt as he filled her with it, heightened the need her climax craved for release. For what seemed an eternity to her inflamed libido he remained there, hovering above her and watching her quiver beneath him. Her hand on her tit grew hungrier, squeezed and played with the pliant mound with more force. Her other fingers scratched at his chest harder as well, her nails digging lightly at his flesh. Her head rolled to one side then the next before settling straight up so she could look at him from under heavy lids. Her mouth hung slightly open as her breathing rasped past her lips, the bottom one of which she nibbled at. "Fuck me. Fuck your slave girl, master," she whimpered when her need reached a boiling point. "Fuck me with your white cock." Instantly he drove his hips forward. The length of his cock rocketed deep into her pussy as her own ass jumped from the bed to meet his fierce penetration. His shaft ran along her walls, pushed deep into her and slammed her orgasm into existence. "Uuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She cried out. He quickly pulled back and drove himself forward once again, then again and again. Her back came off the bed as her hands once more grabbed at the bedspread beneath her. Atop her straining neck her head rolled, her mouth handing open wide and her eyes closing tightly. "Take it slave. Take your master's cock." He grunted as he rammed himself back and forth again and again and again. He pounded his cock into her, slamming and pumping himself into her crotch and his cock into her cunt. Her pussy muscles clamped tightly around him, squeezed and pulled at his pistoning cock while her hips jumped and jerked and rammed themselves back at him. "Yea, fuck my white cock you slut. Fuck your master's white cock slave." "Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" The orgasm cascaded through her with powerful tidal waves of passion causing her every nerve to feel as though it were on fire. Volcanic-like eruptions of passion, lust and hunger exploded in every corner of her aching, taunt body. Her head snapped to one side, then to the other. Her hands dug at the bedspread and pulled on it hard. Her mouth hung open and her breath failed to fill her lungs. "Ooohhhh Gooooooodddddddddddd! Uuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" "Dirty slut. Take it slave, take your masters' white cock in your black pussy." Between them his powerful fucking caused the white flesh of his cock to pump rapidly in and out of her pink folds, wetness leaking from her as her own darkly bordered hole pumped and quivered in response to him. He thrust and drove his cock at her, slamming, pounding, fucking her with increasing frenzy. Inside her the orgasm crashed again and again through her, pushing waves of delirious ecstasy through her. "Fuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She moaned, her hips bucking beneath him. "Fuuucccckkkkk meeeee master." "Little slave girl. Dirty slut." Again and again he rammed himself into her. Her orgasm ended and another started immediately after so that she could not tell the difference. Her body arched as high as it could and she rolled her hips before him as he continued to pound his cock in and out of her pussy. She whimpered and mewed, moaned with exhaustive pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck your slave girl. Fuck the little slave girl with your white cock, master." Fucking, pounding, thrusting, they worked themselves into a crazed frenzy, their bodies rocking and slamming into one another. Wet sounds rolled from where their sexes were pounding together and her juices ran across her upraised ass cheeks. Her orgasm exploded with rocketing curiosity and her pussy muscles clamped even tighter around his throbbing cock. Suddenly his hips began to jerk spastically, his actions growing awkward. He grabbed her hips as he held himself up on his knees and drove his cock into her several more times before freezing. His entire body tensed and within her cunt his cock twitched. When the first spray of his warm semen washed against her walls, his cock jerking within the clasp of her sex, her orgasm reached a new height and her hips jerked from the shock of electricity racing along her nerves. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" She cried out. He held himself deep inside of her as his cock unleashed spray after spray of white cum into her womb, jumping and twitching within her hole as it did. Her body pushed against him even as her hips bucked and jerked from the spastic actions of her nerves and muscles. She whimpered and moaned as she bit her bottom lip. "God yes," he sighed as his cock settled down inside of her. "What a fucking hot slave girl you are." "Mmmmmmmmm," she whimpered quietly in response. Then her orgasm also began to subside and her body gradually fell back to the bed. Due to their positions this caused his withering cock to slip from her pussy's embrace. A mixture of juices seeped from her open walls, running down across her dark flesh to the crack of her ass and puddling beneath her. She released the bedspread as her entire body went limp, her muscles taxed and tired. Her head rolled to one side and her eyes closed softly as she sighed and inhaled past open lips. His own body fell tired, collapsing across the foot of the bed into a position that allowed him to gaze up along her body and to her face. Her expression was one of sheer exhaustion mixed with a glowing happiness. While they lay there for a few minutes her body shook off and on several times, her muscles quivering beneath her flesh and soft murmurs rolling from her throat. "This could be the start of an amazing journey," he sighed after a few minutes. "I hope so," she answered. He felt this cock twitch in response to the answer and the desire laden tone of her voice. Continued... Slave Fantasy Ch. 03 The next few weeks proved to be torture for her. She couldn't stop thinking about him and the motel room. About how she had found the courage to act out her fantasy of being a white man's slave girl, or about how he had been so good at being her "master." About how it had all made her lust blaze hotly, about how erotic and amazing it had been. And she couldn't stop thinking about his cock in her pussy. His hard, throbbing cock fucking her wet little twat and the mind bending orgasms she had experienced. Mutually they agreed that the one night was only the first, that more had to follow. More must follow. Also, so that it would be easier to maintain their special "relationship," they should have minimal contact between encounters. The chance of building any serious feelings for one another and ruining the excitement of it all too dangerous for the time being. So she spent those following weeks trying to keep busy and keep her mind off certain things. But it wasn't easy and several times she found her mind wandering . . . Wandering back to that night and the urges she had felt, the desire that had raged through her body, the lust that had so thoroughly consumed her. She tried calling him a couple of times to see when they could get together again but each time he was unavailable so she left a message and went back to trying to stay busy. Then a package arrived. A package for her. A package from him. Her hands shook as she opened it, her heart raced. Inside was an outfit and a short note telling her to be at the motel the following evening, that there would be a room reserved and that she was to get a key then wait for him. It also told her to wear the outfit he'd sent. "The little slave girl is going to take her master's hard cock once again." It said in closing. She felt her body growing warm as she read this, felt her pussy start to ache from the memories flashing through her mind. The outfit went along with the motif of their "relationship." It consisted of a simple white and blue checker-design dress, with a flat open front and two straps that went over her shoulders. Its hem hung to just above her knees and it had a ribbon at the waist back for tightening it and helping to display her curves. Also in the package was a pair of plain, white cotton panties and a pair of sandals. Trying the items on she checked her reflection in the mirror and her heart stuttered over a couple beats. The dress was slightly loose, very slightly, as though it was a hand-me-down, and she instantly saw the way it brought their game to the next level. Deep inside her loins she felt her lustful embers start to glow, another wave of passionate heat washing through her body. In the motel room the next day she quickly changed from her street clothing into the "slave girl dress" and waited for her master to arrive. On the little table was a bottle of liquor and she helped herself to a glass of it. The liquid helped to calm her quaking nerves slightly, but she still felt herself growing anxious as the minutes slowly crept by. Pacing around the room in her dress and sandals her mind raced with a mixture of memories from the previous encounter and imaginings of what this one might hold. Even with the room's AC blowing out its cool air she felt her body heating up, felt her anticipation stirring the embers of her lust. When she heard the door being opened her breath caught in her throat and her heart faltered for a second. Quickly she moved into a spot near the table and posed herself demurely, with her hands clasped in front of her. She had to force herself to keep her eyes diverted to the floor, resisting the urge to look up and watch him enter the room. "Oh yea, look at my hot little slave girl," he sighed as he entered and walked toward her. Goosebumps covered her flesh at the sound of his voice. Her lustful embers flashed to red-hot coals of passion. She waited as he approached her, watched his feet, then his legs, come into view. He stepped past her and poured himself a glass of the liquor before walking all the way around her a few times, his eyes crawling up and down her body as she fought to stand still. Her feet shifted as her nerves rattled inside her but she managed to keep her face and her eyes downcast. He stopped in front of her. She saw his one hand come up, felt it cup her chin and lift her face to him. An electrical bolt shot through her body as his fingers touched her flesh. She raised her face to look at him, her eyes catching sight of a bulge already evident in his pants before moving upward to his face. They stared into each others' eyes for a minute as he cupped her chin, his thumb caressing her cheek. She could tell that he was looking for any signs of her faltering in her decision and knew that he would find none. Slowly a pleased grin formed on his mouth. "Alright, slave," he whispered, "I think it's time to have a little fun." Slowly her eyelids lowered then opened. A small shiver coursed through her body. He continued to look deep into her eyes for another minute then took a step back, releasing her chin. "Hold this," he said, handing her his glass. She took the item and held it while her eyes once again fell toward the floor. On the edges of her vision she saw him pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. He then kicked his shoes off as well so that he stood before her in only his pants, at the crotch of which his bulge was growing steadily more obvious. "M- Master?" She whispered as he took his glass from her. "Be quiet," he ordered. Her heart raced as another shiver coursed through her body. Standing there, in the middle of the motel room, wearing the little dress and sandals, she suddenly started to feel vulnerable. She sensed, more than saw him, drain his glass then step forward to place it on the table. As he did his bare arm brushed against hers. Bolts of electricity shot through her from the contact, they raced along her nerves and fanned the embers burning hot within her loins. "Come here," he growled then. Roughly he grabbed her one arm and jerked her to him, his other hand reached around her to grab her ass and press her into him. She felt him grind against her, felt his hardening cock throb through the layers of clothing. The one hand released her arm and grabbed her head, forcing her to tilt her face up to him. His lips pressed hard against hers as he delivered a long, heavy kiss. More shockwaves of electricity shot through her body, her nerves tingling excitedly. Within her loins her embers turned a bright red and her juices began to flow. He pulled his lips away from hers and, holding her head in his hand, his fingers spreading out and adjusting her angle, he kissed his way down across her cheek to her neck. Laying a trail of warm, hungry kisses across her flesh he reached her ear and nibbled on the lobe while continuing to grind his crotch against her. "M- Master," she whispered. "Pl- Please, master." Her voice was soft and weak, the tone of a frightened girl, and it had an effect on him. His hand on her ass suddenly gripped her fleshy orb and squeezed while he shoved his throbbing cock at her through the clothing they still wore. "Mmm," she bit her bottom lip as the embers of her passion burst into red-orange flames. "I'm gonna have you," he whispered directly in her ear. "I'm gonna enjoy my slave." He then nipped her earlobe, tugging on it gently with his teeth before returning to kiss a trail back up along her neck to her cheek and to her lips. Once there he laid his lips against hers again in another hard kiss. This time when he pulled away he leaned back a little to look down at her, his eyes taking in her face, locking with hers for a brief moment. She tried to make herself look scared, tried to appear unhappy with what was happening and if it hadn't been for the way she was grinding against his growing cock she might have managed it. "Pl- Please master, don't," she whispered. "Pl- Please." "Oh yes," he answered, a grin on his face, his fingers slipping around to caress her cheek. "I'm gonna fuck you, girl. I'm gonna have my little slave girl's pussy tonight." As the last word slipped from his mouth he drove their lips together once again. This time as his lips pressed against hers she felt his tongue pushing through. For a quick moment she kept her lips together but he persisted and she opened her mouth to allow him access. Their tongues swirled over one another, her instinct too strong to stop it. She felt his hand slip down from her neck and head, felt it glide down her front, his fingers leaving hot trails across her flesh as they drew toward her breasts. Suddenly he had one of her tits in his hand and was cupping it, squeezing it through her dress. As his fingers massaged the dark, pliant mound, waves of desire flowed through her body. Raw, energetic pulses of passion tingled along her nerves. "Mmmmm," she whimpered, her body reflexively pushing herself into his hand. While they kissed his hand continued to massage her breast. At its front her nipple grew hard, blood filling it and making it stand erect beneath the dress. His other hand also continued to squeeze her ass cheek, pushing her into him as their bodies ground into one another. All of it, the roughness of his voice, the idea of the fantasy, the feel of his hand and his semi-erect cock pressing against her, was effecting her more and more. She felt her passions growing, felt her desires building. Between her legs she felt her juices flowing, her pussy growing damp. She rolled her tongue across his. Her body pressed harder against his crotch. He covered the front of her tit, flattening the hard nipple beneath his palm and she pushed the flesh mound into it harder. When their kiss broke he pulled back to look down at her once again. She weakly returned his stare from beneath heavy lids, her mouth hanging open just a little. Her breathing was shallow, soft pants slipping past her open lips. "Let's see the slave girl's tits," he hissed after only a few seconds. Suddenly the hand on her ass flew up to join the other at her front. Both hands grabbed the low cut top edge of the dress then yanked hard. Stitching gave way and material ripped. One strap came completely unattached, the other held on by only a few threads. Her breasts bound into view, the dark mounds of flesh rolling and shimmying with their sudden release. Cool air swirled across her flesh and dark, swollen nipples. The dress now hung askew upon her, a portion of it hanging down in a flap. "Hhuuuhhh," she gasped, then, "Pl- Please..." "Oh yea," he sighed happily. His hands came back up and he filled both of them with her tits, his fingers pressing into her flesh and squeezing. She dropped her eyes and saw his light skin covering her dark mounds, saw them molding her breasts, his fingers rolling her hard, dark, dark nipples between them. "Pl- Please master," she whispered. "Please don't." He ignored her words and continued to massage her tits, his hands cupping them one moment then flattening her nipples beneath his palms the next. He toyed with the fleshy mounds, his light skin contrasting against her dark flesh. Both of them watched this, him openly, smiling, her through her downcast eyes and panting heavier through parted lips with each moment. "Please don't," she repeated in a soft whisper a few times. "Please master, don't." Her eyes slipped past his plying hands to the crotch of his pants where she saw the bulge of his near erect cock throb as blood pumped to it. Reflexively her tongue slipped out to run along her lips, memories returning of how it had felt to have that hard member sliding in and out of her mouth. The fire in her loins raged higher, searing flames of lust burning inside of her. Each time his fingers tweaked her swollen nipples bolts of electricity raced along her nerves to stoke that fire. Each time he cupped and squeezed her mounds, heaving slightly as she fought to control her heavy breathing, the flames were fanned even more. "Oh yea, I'm gonna fuck you," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck my slave girl good." As she stared at the throbbing bulge within his pants and heard his words she felt her legs growing shaky, felt her knees quiver even as she sucked in a deep breath. "Please no, master," she whispered. "Please no." Whether he understood, or even saw, the shakiness in her legs, or if it was simply good timing, she didn't know nor did she care. She was just happy when he released her tits and, grabbing her one arm, half-led, half-pushed her toward the bed. "Get up there, slave," he ordered. She was half-pushed onto the mattress, landing in a sort of semi-fetal position, arms thrown out a little, legs kind of tangled together. "Mmm," a soft whimper escaped her throat as she landed. She lay there looking up at him as he stood at the bed's foot leering down at her, his eyes traveling along her body for a moment. She realized that the dress' bottom hem had rode up her thighs and that he could probably see the crotch of her white cotton panties from the angle he was at. She also realized that her arousal must be evident in that white crotch by the presence of a darkening area. "Yea, you're a hot little slave girl, that's for sure," he smiled, slowly undoing his belt and the zipper. "I can't wait to put my hard, white cock deep into that sweet black pussy of yours." A shiver ran through her as he said this, his eyes glaring at the area where she understood her panties were visible to him. "Pl- Please no," she whispered meekly. "Please master. Please don't." She wasn't sure but she thought she saw his grin twitch reflexively at her words and the idea sent another shiver of excitement running along her nerves. His hands worked his pants and shorts down off his hips and along his legs. As he did his cock came into view. Her eyes became riveted on this and she watched as its semi-erect state rapidly firmed up more. When his pants were off his feet and tossed aside he stood above her completely nude, his cock hardening and pointing straight out. "You see that, slave?" He asked, seeing her eyes locked onto his member. "You see what's going to be filling that sweet pussy of yours?" Looking at the hardening cock, remembering the feel of it being stuffed inside her cunt while he fucked her, and hearing his words caused her fires to flare higher. She felt her body growing hot, her flesh starting to sweat and her every muscles start to ache. More of her juices flowed and she knew the dark spot of her panties was growing. "Pl- Pleeeaassseee," she whimpered as he climbed onto the bed. He moved up beside her, planting one hand on her shoulder and pushing her down into the mattress. His other hand slid into place on top of her tit, the palm flattening her hard nipple as he cupped her flesh. "Pleeaasse master. Please don't," she whimpered quietly. "Be quiet," he hissed. She watched his face descend and closed her eyes as his lips pressed against hers. She felt his tongue pressing between her lips and opened them to accept it. His tongue rolled across hers and she raised hers' in response, soft whimpers vibrating in her throat. His hand on her tit was warm, heating her flesh as it squeezed and massaged the aching mound. His other hand lay heavy on her shoulder, holding her down in place upon the bed. Against her bare leg she felt his hard cock press, felt the rigid manhood push against her as precum oozed from the tip and coated her flesh. Between her legs her heat scorched her loins, increased her urges. The dark spot in her panties grew as more of her wetness seeped from her. Her clit throbbed, poked from beneath its hood and rubbed against the panties' cotton. Moments later he broke their kiss. Holding her dark tit in his hand he presented it to himself as he lowered his mouth over her aching nipple. She watched his light colored face descend upon it, his lips encasing the swollen, dark nub of sensitized nerves. "Please . . . Ooohhhhh," she whispered as his wet mouth covered the nub. Her head feel back then as her body reacted, her back arching slightly to push her tit at his face. His tongue swirled over the nerves of her flesh as he suckled softly on her nipple. Shocks of passion coursed from that one wet and warm location to all the far points of her body. Fans stirred the air around the fire within her loins and the flames grew hotter. Her legs shifted upon the bed, scissored a little and her hip pressed against the cock she felt there. As he sucked and licked her nipple, his fingers still cupping and squeezing her flesh, he pressed harder with his own hips, pushing his hard cock against her body and grinding himself against her. She panted, gasped quietly as her body grew hotter, her flesh tingling with lustful excitement. Her pussy grew wetter, her clit rubbing into the cotton panties vigorously. Minutes later he slid the hand on her shoulder down to cup her other tit and moved his mouth to encase its aching nipple. As the wet warmth of him covered her tingling nerves, his tongue swiping back and forth over it, she moaned softly, whimpered while pushing her hip even harder against the throbbing cock that was leaking precum onto her flesh. While he suckled at this tit his other hand slid down toward her crotch, his fingers scratching across the dress and then onto the inside of her thigh. Shockwaves of desire shot to her loins when his hand touched her bare flesh down there, hot against her skin. "Mmmmm," she whimpered, her hips reflexively jerking slightly as they tried to push her pussy down. He broke the hold his mouth held on her nipple then and raised his face to look at her. She was panting heavily through her open lips as she returned his look from beneath heavy lids, her brown eyes filled with desire. "The little slave bitch is hot, isn't she?" He smiled. "Ooohhhh . . . Please master. Please don't." His fingers were inching their way up her thigh toward her crotch. Her hips rolled on the bed, her legs shifted as she reflexively spread them open a little for him. He stopped grinding his cock against her as he watched her face while his fingers slowly worked their way up, pushing the dress' hem out of the way as they crawled higher and higher on her leg. "Please don't, master. Please don't." she whimpered. "Oh yes. I'm gonna fuck my slave girl," he smiled, his fingers reaching the bottom edge of her panties and inching up along the outer reaches of her sex. "I'm gonna stick my white cock deep inside your black little pussy." "Pl- Please," she whispered as his fingers found the top edge of her panties. "Please don't." "Oh yes," he sighed. Then, with a jerk of both his body and his hand, he sat up while yanking her panties partway down her thighs in one move. Her ass jumped on the bed as she was forced to move in reaction to this. Her legs pulled together and all contact with his hard cock was lost, as well as the touch of his hand upon her one tit. "I'm gonna fuck you good," he hissed as he quickly worked her panties down her legs, tugging and jerking them along the path. "I'm gonna fill that pussy of yours with my cock and fuck you hard, you little bitch." The force of his actions and his tone caused her entire body to shiver with anticipation as she weakly fought with her legs to keep the panties from going down and past her feet. Her arms came up and she grabbed at the pillow above her head, her fingers gripping it tightly. She gasped through her open mouth, breathing shallow. "No master. Oh God, please no," she whimpered as the panties were tossed aside. She watched him move in between her legs from under heavy lids, his hands being planted on her inner thighs and pushing the limbs apart. As he moved into position she lay there panting, her body aching for the penetration it was about to receive. Her tits swayed upon her rising and falling chest. At her crotch her pussy gleamed with the wetness that had seeped from it, her lips swollen and puffy, her slit shining bright pink from between them. Slave Fantasy Ch. 03 "Yea, I'm gonna fuck my little slave," he hissed as he knelt between her spread legs, his hard cock pointing straight out at her. "I'm gonna fuck her black pussy with my white cock." "Ooohhh please. Please no," she whimpered without any conviction. "Please don't master. Please don't." As he moved further up between her legs he shoved the dress up, the bottom hem bunching at her hips. When he was in position he gripped his cock with one hand, his other remaining on her leg and pushing it open. He then leaned forward to run the tip of his cock over her flesh along the outside of her labia. "I'm gonna fuck you," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck you with my white cock." As the tip brushed across her aching clit her hips bucked, her ass jumping off the bed for a moment. "Please no, master," she whispered, unable to make her voice plead any longer, her desire too powerful. "Please no." As he slid the cock tip back and forth across her swollen clit a few times she felt her body react, felt the beginning of an orgasm start to manifest itself deep within her womb. Her loins burned a searing red-hot with her lust, her juices flowing freely as her pussy ached with need. She panted heavily, gasping each time the cock touched her clit. Her hands, above her head, tugged at the pillow. Her face rolled to the side and her eyes closed, her lips dangling open. He slipped the tip of his cock down from her clit, running it along the edges of her puffy labia for a minute then in along her slit, sliding it up and down several times. "Ooohhh," she sucked in breath, her hips bucking as it slid past her opening. He placed the tip directly at her opening and pushed just enough to make it press at her walls. Her body quivered, her orgasm rolling toward the edge of release. She gasped and panted, her hands pulled at the pillow. Her tits swayed and rolled upon her chest as her muscles twitched throughout her body. "Are you my little slave girl? My dirty little slave girl?" "Ooohhhh master, pleeaassse," she whispered, her hips rolling, pushing her cunt at his cock. For a long moment they remained like that, his cock just barely touching her pussy, slightly pressing at her opening. She rolled her hips beneath him, her mouth hanging open, her eyes closed. Within her loins her lust raged, the flames burning hotly. Her orgasm wavered near the brink, the sensations of everything teasing it forward by miniscule centimeters. "Oooohhhhh, please don't master," she whispered. He plunged his hips forward, dropping and driving his rigid cock deep into her wet pussy with one hard, fast stroke. The length of it ran along her walls, opened them, spread them, then drove along them. "Uuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out. The sudden filling of her aching sex by his rigid cock sent her orgasm crashing through her. Waves of lust filled passion smashed through her, her nerves lit up with electrical jolts. "Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh noooooooooooooooo!" She moaned loudly. Her hands released the pillow as her arms fell to her sides. Her fingers curled into the bedspread and she tugged on it as her back arched off the bed. Her head rolled back, her mouth falling open, her eyes squeezing shut. "Take my cock, slave," he growled, pulling his hips back part way then jamming them forward again. "Take it in your little black pussy." Her ass leapt off the bed and ground her crotch into him as she slammed her pussy at his cock. Her head jerked from side to side. Her muscles clenched, her body a mass of straining tension as the orgasm exploded inside of her. "Uuuuggggghhhhhhhhhgggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" "Yea, take your master's white cock." Kneeling between her legs with his stiff cock buried deep inside her wet pussy he grabbed her hips, his fingers gripping and holding onto her as he ground himself into her crotch. Inside her the orgasm exploded with fierce intensity. Skyrockets filled her mind. Waves of passion washed through her body. Her juices flowed freely, coating his rigid cock and soaking her cunt, slipping out to run down across her flesh and coat her ass cheeks. Her muscles all tensed as her back arched higher off the bed, her hips bucking and jerking into him, pelting his cock with her clenching pussy muscles. Her mouth hung open wide and she panted, gasping heavily as the explosions within her made her nerves twitch beneath her flesh. A sheen of sweat appeared, covering her skin everywhere. Soon he pulled back and her pussy clenched tighter at his cock as it was partially withdrawn. Then he drove his hips forward again, plunging his cock deep into her, ramming it into her aching sex. "Uuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhh ggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned out. He pulled back again, struggling to position himself as her ass rose higher from the bed in an attempt to keep his cock completely inside of her. Rapidly he drove his cock in again, slamming the length of his manhood all the way into her. "Ooohhhhhhhhh Gooodddddd. Oooohhhhh Gooooddddd master." Explosion after explosion of lust filled passion rocked her body, her nerves vibrated with the excitement, her muscles twitching from the strain. He soon started pumping himself at her as her ass jerked and humped in the air. Between them her pussy lips slid along his shaft. Her back arched higher, feet, flat on the bed, driving her hips in the air. "Take it, slave. Take your master's cock." He then proceeded to ram his cock in and out, fucking her harder and faster with each stroke. His hands on her hips pushed and pulled her with him, forcing her to fuck him back. Her orgasm suddenly reached a new crescendo, massive waves of exploding passion enveloped her body and mind. Her body tensed tautly, shimmered with the sweat coating her flesh. She sucked in short, heavy gasps of air and her tits heaved and rolled with her. Tidal force waves rolled along her nerves. She jerked and panted, gasped and twisted beneath him as he pounded their body's together, slamming his hard cock in and out of her cunt. "You're a hot little slave girl. Take my cock, girl, take it in your hot little pussy. My white cock in your black pussy." "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh, nooooooooo maassteerrr." His actions grew disjointed. He slammed their body's together awkwardly. Her tightly clenching pussy muscles made his cock grow stiffer. His hands nearly threw her away from him before jerking her rapidly back. His hips slammed forward as he jack hammered his cock in and out of her. "Uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh gggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" She cried. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh maaaasssssssstteeeeeerrrrrr!" "Yeess!" He growled. With one last powerful drive he buried his cock inside of her. Holding tightly onto her hips he ground himself into her crotch, rolling his body against her, cramming his cock inside of her. Inside her wet pussy his cock twitched and jumped as it began to spray his semen. "Uuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhggggggggghhhhhhhh noooooo!" She whimpered. The orgasm that had her back arched and her muscles tensed continued to roll through her as she felt this cock spraying his hot cum deep into her pussy. Her cunt gripped onto his shaft tightly and squeezed the throbbing member as spray after spray of his liquid coated her. "Uuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhh oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooddddd!" She moaned out. Beneath her sweat glistening flesh her nerves twitched, her muscles spasmed. Her face jerked from one side to the other and she cried out with her passion. "Hot little slave," he gasped, his cock continuing to jump and twitch within her pussy. Moments later her pussy milked the last of his semen from him and he sighed with both relief and exhaustion. Her own orgasm began to subside then, slipping back away from its existence and fading back into the shadows of her loins. Panting heavily her body relaxed and she dropped to the bed, her muscles softening then going limp with her own exhaustion. He followed her down, laying on top of her, his softening cock still held within her pussy. Together they struggled to catch their breath. Through heavy lids she smiled at him as he looked into her face, admiring the satisfied glow in her features. "We're not done yet," he whispered. A thrilled shockwave coursed through her nerves at the sound of the words. The End???