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The Room Ch. 01

By: Askew Money



Chapter 1: The Players Enter

We entered the room together and quietly closed and locked the door - it was very dark inside and we sat down to let our eyes get accustomed.

Slowly we could just make out the outline of a large iron bed in the centre of the room with a mattress covered in what looked like a black silk sheet. Two large cushions lay on the bed.

Suddenly a door opened and we could see the silhouette of a young blonde woman. 

Her hands were outstretched as if feeling her way and apart from a white silk blindfold across her eyes, she was completely naked.

As if knowing where she was, she walked into the still dark room and lay on the bed, carefully positioning her outstretched wrists and ankles at each corner bedpost and waited. 

The dim light continued to shine into the room from the half-opened door through which the girl had entered. It was silent.

After a few minutes, the girl shifted her weight on the bed, arranging the cushions under her to push her hips forward as if in excited anticipation. 

A long shadow fell across the room from the half-open doorway - it was a man. 

We felt each other stiffen.

Our eyes peered through the blackness straining to see the outline of the man as he quietly entered the room and closed the door, leaving the room in total darkness.

A match was struck immediately illuminating the centre of the room in a soft glow and candles at each corner of the bed were lit. We could clearly see the girl now as she remained motionless yet spread-eagled on the bed with her hips thrust invitingly forward. 

The man stepped into the pool of dim candlelight and removed the cloak in which he was dressed, leaving him completely naked apart from a studded collar, which was fastened tightly around his thick neck. 

We could see now that he was a Negro and his black skin glistened as if having been recently oiled. 

He was a magnificent specimen and as he turned to face us we could see his enormous cock hanging limply between his thighs. 

Although she could not see him the girl was aware of the man's presence and her breath quickened as she waited. 

The man moved quickly around the bed and withdrew a small attaché case from under the foot of the bed. Opening the case he drew out four white silk scarves gently drawing each across the girls wrists and ankles and finally placing one at each corner of the silk-covered mattress. 

He stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at the girl who remained blindfolded and motionless before him.

The girl lifted one hand as if to signal. 

The Negro slowly turned to the foot of the bed and securely tied each of the girl's ankles to the iron bedposts. He walked to the head of the bed and quickly repeated the process with the girl's wrists, tying each one tightly. 

The girl flexed her fingers as if to test the knotted silk scarves which now held her down.

The man faced us and we could see that his cock had swollen and was slowly throbbing - it glistened even more in the candlelight from the oil, which had been liberally rubbed into the ebony skin of his penis.

I heard you catch you're breath and felt your hand on my now bulging pants as my own cock began to swell. I sensed you're body shifting closer to mine as we both sat together transfixed at the erotic scene being played out before us - and obviously for our pleasure. 

He straddled the girl - and moved upward across the girls pussy and pert breasts so that his cock was positioned directly over her open mouth. He waited, his now stiff cock slowly throbbing in eager anticipation of what was about to come.

The girl strained against the tight silk bonds, which held her ankles and wrists. 

Her pubic mound and pussy arched upward supported by the soft cushions on which her body rested. She moaned softly and still blindfolded, wetted her pink lips with her tongue.

Lifting her head slowly she felt eagerly for the man's cock with her lips. 

The Negro took his cock in his hand and with it gently brushed the girl's wet lips from side to side. The girl's breath became heavier as her tongue licked the end of the huge black cock.

Tied down and helpless, she could only move her head to guide her now wide open mouth towards the cock, inviting it inside to it's soft interior.

Gently the Negro rocked on his hips, teasing his cock against the girl's now eager mouth, which she opened widely to gorge his erect cock. He continued to tease pressing his cock ever closer and deeper into her open mouth until with one gentle bite she closed her lips around the throbbing shaft. Moaning with pent-up excitement, she opened her lips and teased the tip of the swollen cock with her soft tongue, licking it eagerly with long deep stokes as the Negro continued to press his penis gently in and out against her wet tongue.

In the darkness, I felt your hand on my cock searching for the buttons of my pants - I responded by gently caressing the tops of your legs which you had parted and I ran my finger across a most sensitive part of your now wet panties. We both felt the raw sexual excitement of bondage, which the girl and the Negro were enjoying demonstrating for our pleasure, just a few feet in front of us.

We pressed forward, anxious not to miss any part of the highly erotic demonstration, which continued for some minutes more. 

Suddenly, the Negro leant forward and with a sharp tug released first one then the other silk bonds from the young girls wrists and removed the white silk blindfold for the first time allowing her to feast her eyes on the magnificent black penis which had become her toy. 

She momentarily relaxed what had been a tight grip on the iron bed as with his swollen cock, the Negro had teased her to the edge of orgasm. With her hands now free, the girl began to masturbate the huge cock, still only a few inches from her open mouth. 


She teased the penis with her tongue and fingers, gently rubbing and massaging the Negro's cock as his breathing too became steadily heavier with each lick and stroke of her hands.

Lifting the cock gently and licked hungrily at the tender underside, she reached the Negro's balls, which she massaged and raked with her long fingernails. 

At this point, the man's cock reached even greater stiffness and size as the girl stroked and played with the huge shaft still only inches from her face.

Still moaning with obvious pleasure, the girl continued to taste and enjoy the Negro's hard penis until finally with one single gasp, she lifted her head and thrust it into her mouth, taking it deep into her throat. Clasping her wet lips together around the cock she momentarily withdrew the monster before repeatedly taking it deep into her inviting mouth as the Negro approached orgasm. 

With increasingly violent rhythm, the man thrust his hips forward as the girl grasped his penis in one hand and dug her fingers deep into his strong black buttocks with the other. 

She searched low under his balls for that most tender area and pressing hard, she inserted just an inch of her index finger in around the Negro's dark anus, further heightening his pleasure and bringing him finally to orgasm.

The Negro's cock exploded with frothy semen just as the girl had thrust his now engorged penis into the deepest part of her throat. She continued to massage as semen spouted from each corner of her soft mouth and trickled onto the black silk sheet under her head.

We sat watching, transfixed and both of us in a state of high sexual excitement. 

Your fingers had made their way into my pants and were working on my now hard cock and although I still could not see you in the dim light, I sensed that you too had begun to masturbate. Taking my hand you guided it quickly under your wet panties and pressed my finger into your clitoris, encouraging me to stroke and massage your pussy, which by now had become drenched and slippery with your own juices.

Having withdrawn his still swollen cock from the girl's mouth, the Negro turned around and straddled the girl facing her pussy, which she had begun to rub gently with her fingers. 

From the new position the Negro had adopted, she now looked directly up under the man's great genitals and lifting her head, she continued to play with her tongue, gently biting at the hanging cock and testicles still only inches from her soft and inviting open mouth.

The Negro looked down at the girl's body still spread-eagled beneath him and tied with the remaining silk bonds at her ankles. 

He opened his mouth and with his pink tongue wetted his lips.

The Room Ch. 01



I stood in front of the mirror smoothing my light brown hair. It was parted in the middle and bunched into 2 ponytails falling either side of my face, each tip grazing the tops of my breasts.

It was a hairstyle for this room only. I would never walk down the street like this. It was schoolgirl style, no question about it and if my hair didn't give my intentions away, then my outfit would. 

I stood back from the mirror and looked at my thin white cotton shirt, elbow length and knotted at my smooth abdomen. Several inches below my blue plaid skirt began, low slung and finishing mid thigh, all 6 inches of it. The skirt covered the cute boy leg kickers, cut high over my ass. I didn't bother with shoes. I looked pretty cute and although I was old enough to have my school days behind me, I looked young enough to get away with it. 

I picked up my phone to let Marc know the room number. He'd be on his way, expecting my text. 

We were together every couple of months for a few hours, maybe an evening depending what his annoying wife was up to. I hadn't met her, but had heard enough. I was no longer married and enjoyed the relationship we had. It was an uncomplicated friendship that benefitted us both. We enjoyed each other's company and some enjoyable sex every now and then where I felt free to explore. I didn't love him or yearn for him or even think much about him when I wasn't with him. He was just warm and easygoing and enjoyed time with me without needing to analyze why. 

Today was our first role playing experience together and my little cotton kickers were already getting wet at the thought of what was to come. 

There was a knock at the door as I was tapping out my text. I moved quickly to open it, realizing too late that it couldn't be him - he couldn't have found out the room number. I pulled the door open before this thought registered fully and standing there, a slight smile on his face wasn't Marc, but Dominick. 

Oh god. Oh shit. How was this happening? My stomach dropped with a mixture of fear and surprise. 

"Wha ...what are you doing here?" I stammered. 

"I might ask you the same question" he asked coolly. 

My focus started to re-emerge. He had no right. "Funnily enough I'm minding my own business."

"How very boring" he shot back and his stance changed imperceptibly. To the casual observer he was just standing outside my door, but I knew that stance. I knew the purpose in the angle of his body, the slight twitch of his fingers, the set of his jaw. 

"What's his name?" 

"What? You don't know him. Please leave now."

"What's his name." His voice had dropped slightly, question mark all gone. 

"Can we please talk about this another time?" I asked, starting to close the door. 

His hand shot out and stopped it. His eyes ran slowly from my hair down my body to my naked feet and then back to my eyes, pinning me in place. "We'll talk about it now."

I shook my head no.

"It's very simple. You either let me in or I will stand outside your door and take pictures of any man who arrives and then I'll interrogate him. I'm pretty sure a man who's visiting you in a hotel room at 2pm on a weekday has something to hide. No?"

We stood, glaring at each other for long drawn out seconds. He knew that he had me. He would carry out his threat. 

"Fine!" I snapped and opened the door and strode back into the room. 

I heard the door close behind me. 

I refused to turn around. 

I could see my afternoon of fun and exploration was gurgling down the drain and I wasn't sure I could stop it. 

"Call him now and cancel." 

"I will not!"

"Do it now. If he comes to the door, I will answer it. Is that what you want?" I could hear that he had moved closer behind me. 

"Do it."

I scowled and picked up the phone. Dialing Marc I took a deep breath as it connected. 

"Hey! I'm about 15 mins away, what's the room number?"

"Marc, I'm sorry. I have to postpone. Something's come up. I can't go into it now but we have to postpone. I'm sorry."

"What?" I could hear his disappointment. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I'll call you tomorrow." I hung up before I had to hear more of the confusion in his voice. I couldn't talk to him now. I couldn't apologize. Couldn't explain. 

"Nicely done." drawled Dominick. 

I clenched my fists, my jaw. I refused to turn around. 

"How did you know I was here?" I asked quietly. 

"Purely by chance. I left a meeting across the road and saw you come in, and wasn't that fortunate?" His question sounded almost playful. 

"I want you to leave"

"I have no intention of leaving. I find myself very intrigued by this outfit you have on. The little skirt in particular."

My experiences with Dominick had been to date, hard to understand. We'd met at a work function after I'd changed companies. He was complex and compelling. He didn't chase me, but he always sought me out at the functions we found ourselves at. We would invariably end up talking quietly at one side of the room or bar, his manner and body language creating an oasis for the two of us. I'd observed how other women admired him. He was quite powerfully built and had brown hair and green eyes like me. Not conventionally good looking but compelling in a way that eclipsed most other men in a room. I'd heard he had a girlfriend but he'd never mentioned her. 

He had a slightly dangerous edge to him, like something was simmering below the surface and any conversation seemed to be a chance for him to lead me further toward a precipice of his choice. It often felt like he was gently holding me over the edge so my stomach was permanently in a flip flop around him.

One weekend morning after a run I'd taken refuge at a cafe as a storm had set in and the rain was pounding down. He was there, alone, paper and coffee in hand. We shared some breakfast and sat talking for an hour as the rain poured down outside. It was one of those moments in time where it felt like there was nobody in the world but the two of us. He had a habit of focussing his attention on me so intensely whenever we were together, that the absence of it after would leave me feeling strangely empty. 

He drove me home in the rain and turned the engine off when we arrived at my apartment. The rain was streaking down the windscreen obscuring everything outside. Without a word, he turned to me slowly and reached his arm out to cup the back of my head and drew my lips to his. It was the most delicious kiss I'd ever experienced. Slow, tender, perfect lips took my breath away. His tongue probed my mouth gently, firmly and his hand on the back of my head pulled me in closer as my hands reached out to touch his jaw and roam slowly down his chest. I wanted to stay there all day and drown in that incredible kiss against the backdrop of the rain, but he pulled back slowly and tilted my head up so my eyes met his. He was smiling that little smile and with regret in his voice he told me he had to go. I was so dazed I barely remember getting out of the car and into my apartment, collapsing into a chair trying to make sense of the morning's events. 

That had been three weeks ago. And since then, no phone call, no contact. Nothing.... Prick.

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"What do you have on under this little skirt I wonder." He drawled. 

I ignored him, my back still to him. My hands still clenched. 

"My guess is little white panties. Am I right?"

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. 

He chuckled. I could hear he'd stepped closer. 

"Lift up your skirt" he said softly. 

"Go away. I hate you"

"You want to hate me, but you don't. Lift up your skirt." he was close enough to me that I could feel his breath at my ear. 

"No."

"Lift it.... now."

I was frozen in place. I'm not sure if it was my stubborn anger holding me there or a strange desire to see what would happen if I refused him. He was always so in control.

Suddenly he was right behind me, a millimeter behind my body. Still not touching but his breath was hot in my ear. "Pull that skirt up. I'm not going to tell you again" he growled. 

My body started to tremble. An ounce of fear creep in. He had not touched me since he entered the room but it was abundantly clear to me what he could do if he wanted to. 

I willed myself to breathe and reached down, grabbing my skirt and slowly raising it to just below my ass. 

"Higher."

After a pause I did as he asked until my skirt was bunched around my waist. 

"Very nice" he commented after a moment. I knew he was looking at the lower half of my ass which the cotton panties were designed to reveal. My ass was rounded, firm but juicy. Grab able I'd been told before. 

I felt his thumbs at the crease where it meets my upper thigh. One on each leg as he stroked inside to out. He then lightly ran his hands up the backs of my thighs and gently grabbed my ass. 

His touch, feather light told me his main desire was not to hurt me however, I was under no illusions that he had every intention of doing so if he felt the situation warranted it. 

"These are the naughtiest little panties I think I've seen in a long time. Take them off."

"No."

"Let's not have this every-time I speak. Take them off!"

I burned again with anger. His assumption, his arrogance blew me away. I was horny as hell but my growing rage was threatening to take over. Before I had a chance to contemplate a response, he grabbed me by the waist and spun me against the desk to our right. My hands moved instinctively to the table and my palms landed flat stopping me hitting it too hard. I felt my skirt being yanked up and then a hard blow on my right ass cheek. With his other hand he held me down by my back and then delivered an even harder blow to the left one. 

My breath caught in my throat. My skin burned with the pain. I'd never been spanked before, never done anything really, truly sexually adventurous. In that moment I felt so out of my depth, so inexperienced and at his mercy. 

An "Oh god" slipped out of my mouth. 

"When I tell you to do something I want it done without hesitation. Do you understand me?"

My mind was foggy. What was happening? Not 5 minutes ago I was ready for some lighthearted fun with Marc and now my body threatened to betray me with another man and his words, his hands. 

You see, I get wet. Very wet. Very easily. Enough that if my mind wanders on the bus for a few minutes, I'm destined to have to wear those damp knickers between my legs for the rest of the day. 

SMACK

"Do...You...Understand...Me" quietly, menacingly he breathed this into my ear. 

"Yes" I gasped. 

His hand went around to my front and slid under my skirt straight to the crotch of my panties, like he knew what I had been thinking. His finger pressed firmly up and he felt how wet they were, as I did. 

My breath caught in my throat. Every bit of resistance I had was melting away as he started to move his finger in slow, small circles. 

"You're a naughty little thing aren't you. All dressed up with your neat little panties. But they're sopping wet. Whatever is going through that mind of yours?" He taunted. 

His finger continued to circle slowly, tightly at first, his movement minimal and contained. My face burned with the shame of my body's betrayal at his touch. He'd hurt me and was now caressing me so gently and I could feel the nerve endings in my body start to come alive, my thought processes receding.

"If I slipped these panties off and shoved my cock inside you I could do it one stroke, couldn't I? You'd be tight and hot but so wet, wouldn't you?"

I was paralysed by his words. He breathed this into my ear while his finger continued its motion and all rational thought left me. 

Without warning he pulled his hand away and smacked my right cheek again but this time left his hand there and grabbed my ass hard. He pressed his body up against me pushing me further down against the table. I felt for the first time his erection against me. It was hard and big and it excited me. Scared me. 

He reached underneath me and pulled at the front of my shirt, popping some buttons. He yanked the shirt and my bra strap off my left shoulder and sunk his teeth in hungrily, biting at the junction of my shoulder and neck.  I was having trouble breathing. I could feel my ass pressing back against him, my back arching. I was moving involuntarily, reveling in the feel of his strength against me as his teeth grazed my neck over and over. 

His breath was hot in my ear again "Touch my cock."

This snapped me back to the room. My mind was having trouble processing. Just as I started to get comfortable with each development he threw me off balance. 

"Touch it." His tone firmer now. 

I reached behind me and slid my hand between us and placed it on him. God it was so hard and through the outline of his pants I felt for the first time it's thickness, warmth and length. His lips were on my neck and I felt a thrill shoot through me knowing he was as excited as I, while he tried to maintain his control over himself, over me. 

He reached forward again and slid his hand down my pussy but this time he was inside my pants. My wetness offered him no resistance as his hand slid further down and he put one finger inside me. 

I gasped and dropped my hand from his pants and steadied myself as he pulled his finger out and ran it up my pussy, coating me in my juices. 

"I'm glad you completed this schoolgirl look with a shaven pussy" he said as he plunged his finger in again, slowly and firmly. The sensation was incredible. In and out he went with the occasional flick of my clit when he withdrew his finger and it was starting to drive me mad. I was so wet I could feel it on my thighs. 

He pushed his finger in and all the way out and brought it to my lips, shoving it in. "Suck."

I closed my eyes and sucked his finger. I was so weak with longing, with anticipation. His control of my body was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. 

"Turn around" he ordered. I stood up and turned slowly, my eyes down, my chest heaving. He undid the knot of my shirt and pulled it roughly down my arms, exposing my bra. White and lacy, the cups pushing my breasts up into sexy mounds. 

He pulled both straps down and held his hands there, on my arms, running his thumbs lightly over the mounds of my breasts. "Take your panties off"

I reached down under my skirt and tugged them down letting them fall to the floor. In one swift movement he dropped to his knees and pulled up my skirt sliding his tongue straight inside me and and then out and up to my now very sensitive clit. I gasped and leant back against the desk. His change of pace was dizzying. 

He grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart and plunged his tongue in as far as it would go. Again and again he pressed his face hard against me, his tongue curling inside me and flicking, cobra-like against my clit until I realised I could hear my voice panting "oh god, oh god" as I felt the onset of an intense orgasm build. I opened my legs wider and leaned back needing him deeper as he grabbed my thighs and then stopped, sliding his face up my torso, cleaning my juices off his mouth with my skin. 

He came face to face with me and chuckled softly when he saw my frustration. He grabbed the back of my head and brought his lips down to mine. Softly, firmly, gently parting them, his tongue probed inside my mouth, letting me taste myself on him. He held me firmly and as we kissed I pressed against him, desperately wanting to feel the hardness of his body, his cock jammed against me. My leg lifted up and wound around him. He lifted me up and swung me around and onto the bed and as he plunged his tongue into my mouth I heard the gratifying sound of his belt opening, then a zip and my hands went to his shirt, pulling it over his head. 

And then I felt it. Hard and hot against my wet opening. Hands in my hair yanking my head back, forcing me to look him in the eye. 

"Tell me what you want" he demanded. 

Oh no. The hardest thing. Me, who could talk all day and night about anything had somehow never become comfortable talking during sex, which really bothered me. I wanted to feel free and able to do it. It was so easy but so very hard. 

"Tell me" he repeated. 

I blushed. I felt this was a test I wanted top marks in. I swallowed "I... want your cock."

"You want my cock...where?"

I swallowed hard "In my... pussy."

"How do you want it?"

Oh god. I couldn't do this. I couldn't say the words. I knew my face was turning red. 

He smiled that almost cruel smile and I was aware at once that more than my words he wanted my discomfort, to see it, to feel it. I had often wondered if this is partly what drew him to me. He liked to prod and poke me whenever we talked, observing my reactions. He wanted to draw me out.

He bared his teeth and growled softly into my face and repeated his question tightening his hold on my hair "How do you want it." 

"Hard." The word slipped out of my mouth before the thought had fully formed in my brain and before I could feel the shock of my response, he plunged his cock into me in one stroke sending my head back as a strangled cry came out of my mouth. 

He pulled all the way out and slammed back in again, so deep and time just... stopped. There was nothing but that unbelievable sense of fullness inside me. 

"Fuck!" I cried.

"Say it" he demanded. 

"Fuck me" I screamed and he grabbed me by the wrists and held me down hard as he plunged his cock into me over and over again. He brought his lips down and crushed them on mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth as he relentlessly pounded into me. 

The feel of his cock inside me was almost indescribable. He filled me in a way I'd never experienced before. Each stroke was so deep and hard and creating so much pleasure inside me just with his width and his length and the angle of his body. 

My eyes flew open and my legs widened and wrapped around him as the full weight of his body pressed down into mine as I rose to meet him. Never had I felt such raw animal lust start to course through me. I wanted to dig my fingers into his skin drawing blood and pull at his hair till there was nothing left.

"Yes... yes... don't ...stop ...please....please" the half formed phrases were tumbling out of my mouth. 

He released one hand from my wrists and yanked my bra down to my waist in one swift movement and wrenched it off my body, hurling it to the floor. 

His hand found my breast and he paused, looking down and admiring them before bringing squeezing roughly, pinching my aching nipples with one hand while he kept up his pace. 

He dipped his head to them and took each one in his mouth, sucking hungrily. I arched my back shoving as much of my breasts into his mouth as I could. I wanted his mouth over every part of them.

I started to feel a buildup inside me. My body was threatening to explode from the inside out. I was gasping as he continued pounding into me. The weight of his body crushing me. 

I met his eyes for the first time since he entered me and the look on his face was almost indescribable. His normally smooth mask replaced with animal lust mixed with something that looked like wonder. He seemed surprised, moved by the response he was eliciting in me. 

I struggled against his grip "please ....please."

"Please what" he growled as I writhed. 

"Please...I want to touch you."

He released my hands and they were on him like a flash. His face, his neck, his shoulders. God those incredible shoulders, hard like a jungle cat. I'd never had the pleasure of anything more than that light touch on his chest, wanting so badly to shred that deliciously thin tshirt he wore right off his body and now here he was. I could touch his bare chest and hard muscles, feel his warm skin, as looked down at me and continued his assault on my body. 




The Room Ch. 01



He leaned down down to my ear as I touched him "Your pussy is so hot and so tight. So fucking tight. I have been waiting too long for this."

I was drowning in his words. No one had ever spoken to me like this before. I loved it. I wanted it. It turned me on liked I'd never imagined. It was sending my mind into a tailspin and I started to move my hips harder and faster against his, the pressure inside me building. 

He dropped his head to my breasts again and took each one in his mouth. One after the other, this time almost delicately. He slowed his pace gradually until he was leisurely stroking his cock in and out of me. Was he joking! Was he trying to torture me for the second time that day?

He looked into my eyes and saw my confusion. Smiling he wiped clean any remaining thought I had about who had control here. 

"You don't come until I say you can" and he lowered his hot mouth to mine, probing and I opened up, needing his tongue, needing everything of his inside me. 

He kissed me languorously, deeply until I moaned "Please...oh please." My hands were on his ass holding him tight and trying to force him deeper into me as my hips raised to meet his. 

He pulled out. All the way. He stared at me, grinning and with one of those lighting quick movements he was on the floor, at the foot of the bed, his head between my legs and he shoved his face right into my pussy and then flicked my clit with his tongue 4 or 5 times until I came. I came. Oh god did I ever. I came so hard everything started to go dark. I was dimly aware of a scream coming out of my mouth and my back arching high off the bed. My legs shook, my body convulsing over and over in a way I'd only read about. 

And then he was back inside me fucking me mercilessly all the way in and out, squeezing my ass so hard and whispering filthy things in my ear as I continued to come on his cock. He withdrew suddenly and I felt his body press hard onto mine as it spasmed and he came endlessly on my stomach, his cock wedged between us. Hot, wet spurts drenching both of us. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was his guttural moan in my ear. 

....To be continued



The Room Ch. 02



Grasping the girl's thighs firmly in each hand, he lowered his head between her legs and licked her, drawing long deep strokes at each movement of his head. The girl gasped as she felt his thick tongue probing ever longer and deeper into her wet pussy and supported by the cushions underneath, she thrust herself harder and harder into the Negro's face.

With the Negro's head now bent forward between her legs, the girl was now approaching a second massive orgasm but she continued to fondle his cock and balls with her fingers and her tongue until she could control herself no more. 

With a gasp and sharp cry the girl reached another orgasm as her hips bucked harder forward into the Negro's face and as his thick tongue pressed and massaged her hardening clitoris. She let go an enormous 'aaaarrrhh' as she finally climaxed again. 

Simultaneously she grasped the Negro's now slippery cock once again firmly in her hand and thrust it deep into her wet mouth to suck the semen, which had again begun to spurt from the massive black penis. The girl sensed the man also was reaching a second orgasm and gripped his cock tightly between her lips as the flow of white frothy semen poured into her welcoming throat.

They both lay still as their respective climax's slowly receded. 

The room was again quiet except for the low moaning of pleasure coming from the naked figures on the bed. We waited in expectation that a third orgasm might be possible. 

Your hand now masturbated my swollen cock furiously as my fingers continued to massage and stroke your wet and erect clitoris. We were both breathing heavily now and at an advanced stage of sexual excitement.

The Negro was the first to move.

He lifted his massive head from between the girls splayed legs still secured by silk to the corners of the bed and licking his black lips with his thick pink tongue, he looked across to where we were sitting.

His eyes darted from you to me and then back to you and he saw that although we were watching him, we were also masturbating. 

He slowly withdrew the remaining length of his penis from the girl's moist mouth. The girl groaned in annoyance that her plaything had been taken away but continued to lick and swallow the remaining semen from around her mouth as the Negro stepped down from the bed.

He stepped to the foot of the bed and quickly loosened the two remaining silk scarves, which had been restraining the girl's ankles. She sat up and gently slipped off the bed and stood next to the man, the wetness from the thick semen around her mouth clearly visible in the still dimly, candle-lit room.

At a signal, the man reached down to open the attaché case from which he took a small black whip. 

He handed it to the girl who grasped it firmly in her right hand before cracking it sharply against the crumpled black silk sheets on the bed. Obediently the Negro lay face down on the bed, his black skin still glistening with oil. 

His firm buttocks raised and his groin resting on the soft cushions into which his thick penis now pressed.

Without speaking, the girl again cracked the whip against the bed and the man quickly adopted a spread-eagle position with his wrists and ankles at each corner of the bed as the girl had previously lain. 

She bent down into the attaché case and grasped four sets of silver handcuffs, which she fitted in turn to the wrists, and ankles of the Negro - finally securing these to the iron pillars at the Four Corners of the bed. 

The girl then straddled the man's broad back and tied the white silk scarf tightly around his eyes, blindfolding him and preventing him from fully enjoying the spectacle about to play out in front of him. The man moaned softly as he strained at the bonds that held him firmly down on the bed.

The girl stepped back for some minutes and savoured the sight laid out before her. 

The massive Negro lay handcuffed facedown on the bed, totally helpless and awaiting her pleasure.



The Room Ch. 02



Note: I recommend that you read my story The Room at p127 (or click on my name above) before proceeding to this story. There is no continuity involved but the two do go nicely together and enrich the context. The Room actually exists, incidentally.

We have added a double bed mattress to The Room. It leans against the wall until required, which is frequently.

Outside the day is hot but The Room is fresh and cool. We have had a delicious lunch. My lover has amazing talent in the kitchen. She can produce gourmet food in a trice. We are drinking the last of a superb unwooded chardonnay, courtesy of her cellar. This is just about our favourite white wine. I jest sometimes that a bottle of this wine is a guarantee of getting into her knickers.

She is wearing, at my request, a filmy dress of autumn tones that complement the colours of The Room. I like the way this dress flows around her slender body and allows me to see its outline. She wears bra and panties underneath. I know. I felt her up while she made lunch.

I sit on the mattress and lean against the wall. 

'Stand over by the fireplace and lift up your dress'.

She looks at me with her proud woman-gaze, sips her wine then puts her glass on the mantelpiece.

'Want to look, do you?'

'Of course'.

'Front or back?'

'Let's start with your back'.

Her shoes sound softly on the polished wooden floor, setting up a little echo. 

She stands, legs slightly apart, and reaches for the hem of her dress. I stare in wonderment, mesmerised by lust.

'Take your cock out. I want to be able to see it when I turn around'.

I unzip gingerly. No need to stroke it to attention. It is fully erect in anticipation of the show.

She lifts her dress, initially with only her right hand. Tantalisingly slowly... baring calf... thigh... buttock... hip... 

'You are beautiful!' I hear myself exclaim fervently.

Both hands now, in a teasingly slow manner... She holds it just below her bottom... for an age, it seems... Then goes further, revealing the undercurve of her buttocks... I visualise the tiny white hairs that line these curves and lick them flat in my mind.

Higher now, holding the dress around her waist. A black string emerges from her ass crack and leads upward to a minuscule black triangle. 

Mouth dry with excitement, hand maintaining a steady rhythm on my cock. The head of it is slick with fluid. My 'over-active gland' she calls it.

'Shall I turn around now?'

'Jesus Christ, please do...'

Lush curves, fine pale skin contrasting with black panties, firm thighs... Breathtakingly beautiful to look at... 

She holds the dress up with one hand and takes her glass in the other, drinking the last of the wine before replacing the glass on the mantelpiece.

She walks towards me, letting me see the movement of her legs. She flows rather than walks. I have never seen a sexier walk.

Her eyes take in my cock and rhythmic hand. She will be very wet by now. I know her too well.

'Lean forward'.

I do as bidden. She slips off her shoes and steps onto the mattress. There is sexual mischief afoot.

She lifts her dress and drops it over my head. I enter the wondrous world of 'Chateau D', the wonderfully earthy scent of bordeaux red that her cunt makes for me when she is aroused. My nose goes to her panties, rubbing against the wet fabric. I take long, satisfying, stimulating breaths of her arousal. This is connoisseur sex and I revel in it.

She turns to give me the back view. In a frenzy I rub my face on her cheeks, around and about, luxuriating in the sensation of the smooth flesh. I ease the string to the side and lick mindlessly along her crack.

In a sudden gesture she lifts her dress and moves away, leaving me to savour the scent she has left on my face. I plead with her, in desperation.

'Come back... For god's sake come back... I need more of that...'

'I'm not sure I will'.

She takes my glass and sips sensually on the last of the wine.

I lean back against the wall, tugging on my cock, near to tears with frustration. She plays the tease game to perfection. 

'You can have these'.

She slips off her panties and tosses them to me.

'Put a scent on your cock'.

Rubbing the panties wildly all over my face, almost distraught with gratitude. Stroking my cock distractedly with them, putting her scent along the length of it. She calls this 'claiming' me, asserting her sexuality and her sexual power over me. She knows a hundred ways to render me helpless.

'Take your clothes off. Over by the piano'.

She takes my place on the mattress, leaning against the wall and watching me intently, stroking Lady Jane with her middle finger.

I do what I have been told, heaping my clothes on the piano stool.

'Walk towards me. I want to see what you've got'.

My cock sways as I walk. My balls are taut and tight, their need for relief growing by the second. The atmosphere is rich with erotic intent.

She kneels in front of me and takes my cock into her mouth. This is one woman who knows her way around a cock. She is sexually supercharged. She pleasures bits of my cock that I never knew existed. She has forgotten more about cock sucking than most women ever learn.

The challenge for me is to hang on, given the skill of her touch. Fancy having that problem at sixty! My cock is gloriously hard and I am revelling in the male pride of presenting it to her.

Her hand and mouth are working together now with exquisite timing and pressure, bringing me further and further towards the brink. 

I surrender to the inevitable. 

'Oh sweetie, it's coming!'

Familiar feelings stir within me: balls drawing up; long, searching impulses somewhere back near my arse; a gathering of energy at the root of my cock. My mind flies off in another dimension, overwhelmed by an emotional tsunami. My pulsings start. I hold her head and cry joy and triumph as I come into her mouth, spurting copiously at 

first, then mere drops. She takes the lot. The pulsings seem to go on forever, such is the force of her arousal of me. My heart must be good to tolerate such an assault!

Weak-kneed and jelly-legged I sink to the mattress. She puts her mouth to mine and we share the residual come. She rejoices in its taste and has taught me to share it with her. 

She cuddles me to her breast and manoeuvres a nipple into my mouth. God knows I need a place of safe haven after intensity like that!

She will lie with me until I recover my senses. Then it will be her turn. In the meantime I know the peaceful sanctuary of her soft breast, her lovely nipple and her enveloping arms.

'Nothing else is...' as a poet once wrote.



The Room Ch. 02



Note - This story follows on from The Room Ch. 01. My apologies for the delay in releasing this. Hope you enjoy it.

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He'd struggled to keep his control all weekend, filling his time with hours of surfing, weights at the gym and catching up with friends to avoid the temptation of reaching out to her. He was relentless in the pursuit of anything that would keep him mindlessly occupied. 

Any break in these activities meant the memory of her would flood his mind with a torrent of images, sounds and the memory of her scent. He could feel her against him. He needed distraction to keep his control. 

He'd formulated his next step and needed to keep restrained until Thursday night. There was an industry event that he was sure she'd be at and he just had to occupy himself until then. 

He knew that this girl was what he wanted. Not just for another night-much longer, but it had to be on his terms, his way. She had been on his mind for a long time after they first met. Lingering in his thoughts as he juggled the always available women he played with. He loved her cuteness, her intelligence. But it was the Madonna/whore factor that really drew him to her. There was the good girl she so obviously is, wrestling with desires she didn't quite fathom. It was almost comical to watch her inner turmoil when they talked. He loved seeing her reaction every time he pushed her buttons, loved knowing she had no idea how open she was to him. It was so delicious an experience, the buildup every bit as thrilling as the eventual climax. 

And then there was that body, that skin! He'd never felt skin so soft on a woman. Soft from her legs up to her long neck that demanded biting. He loved her little nipples that just begged to be sucked and pinched and played with. Even now as he rested on his board in the water with the twilight approaching, he was hard thinking about how she moved, how she resisted and then capitulated. The wetness and taste of her pussy was divine. The way he'd made her beg for his cock. 

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Thursday night arrived and he saw her as soon as she entered the room. She looked gorgeous and sweet and he saw the glances she received from a number of men. He kept out of sight standing amongst a group of colleagues and was gratified to see her glance around the room a number of times. Looking. As her eyes scanned the room for the third time, he stepped to the side from the cluster of men and she saw him. He stood there watching her watching him. Her eyes widened and he could see she was frozen for a second or two before pointedly turning away. 

He timed his approach an hour later when she moved to the bar and perched on a stool to order a drink. He came up behind her. 

"You've been avoiding me all evening," He said

"Do I know you?" She arched her eyebrow. 

He grinned. "Very well if I recall."

She scowled and turned back to the bar as the bartender approached and ordered a glass of wine. The bartender (blonde, pretty) turned to him with a smile for his order. 

"Nothing for him, he's leaving," she stated before he could open his mouth. The bartender smiled and turned away to prepare her drink. 

"Is that what you're hoping? That I'll leave?"

"Very much. You can start now." She replied, a slight smile on her face and turned back to the bar again, pulling out money for her drink. 

He grinned widely. This was going to be so much fun. 

"I don't think you want me to go. I think you feel you have to say that."

"No I genuinely want you to go. Did you ever think about that?"

He paused, looking at her quietly-intently. "I think you're saying that because you feel vulnerable and feel some need to preserve your dignity."

She turned to him suddenly, her face flushed with anger. "What do you want?"

He was taken aback by the ferocity in her voice. 

"Really, tell me! What?" 

"I want you." He replied, slightly surprised by his honesty. "I want to meet you. Tomorrow night in a hotel bar. I want to see you walk in and watch every man wish you were there for him. I want to watch you walk over to me slowly and sit down and have a civilized drink with me, while I try very hard not to think about what I will do to you when I take you upstairs to the room I've booked."

Her mouth, slightly parted got widened with every word I spoke, until she was gaping at me. "You really have some nerve! Not in this lifetime." She slipped off the barstool preparing to leave. He stood and grabbed her arm firmly so they were pressed together for a few seconds as he spoke. 

"You're angry I left you there. Angry I didn't call, but I had my reasons. What I did doesn't change what happened in that room. Doesn't change the pleasure you felt. You can be angry with me forever or think about what it would be like to meet me tomorrow," With that said he gently let go of her arm, his thumb sliding slowly off her forearm. 

She took a few steps back, her eyes wide and then turned on her heel and walked out of the bar. 

He smiled. Mission accomplished. 

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He waited until late morning the next day to text her -

- "7.30 tonight. Same hotel. The bar" -

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He was at the bar at 7.20 dressed in his favorite suit and a crisp new shirt, feeling the room key in his pocket. He sat at a table with a good view of the entrance and ordered 2 whiskeys, neat. 

7.30 came and went. 7.35 ...7.40. Still no sign of her. At 7.45 he noticed heads turning toward the door and there she was, talking with the maitre' d, slowly slipping her trench coat off her shoulders. 

Every head in the room was now focused on her as she made her entrance toward the bar in long slow steps. Her hair was down except for some pulled back at the crown of her head, her little black lace dress skimmed her body in an elegant, sexy manner and showed her breasts off to perfection. She looked like a sweet, sexy goddess and he felt himself grow hard as she moved toward him, her eyes never leaving his face as she approached. 

She sat delicately in the chair opposite him. He was so entranced he had forgotten to stand. He quickly tried to regain his composure and asked her if she wanted ice in her drink. 

"No thank you." She said demurely. 

"You look incredible,"

She smiled and sipped her drink. "I can't stay long. I just wanted to know something and then I'm off to another engagement." She stated. 

"Oh?"

His heart was beating faster than he expected and he smiled inwardly. She was trying to turn the tables on him. Was she really going to leave?

"You said you had your reasons. Reasons for leaving me alone in that room. Reasons for not calling me. What are they?"

As she spoke she leaned back in her chair and leisurely recrossed her legs. For a split second he saw a glimpse of her beautiful tanned thighs and the shadow of her panties and he knew there was no way he was going to let her walk out of there. 

He stared at her for a few seconds. He had an opportunity to make this happen and suspected he would have to change tack slightly. Some openness was required. More than he'd planned. 

"The truth is I am what I am." He started slowly, watching her carefully. "I love the pleasure of women, but only on my terms,"

"Your terms?"

"I need control. I need to be in control of myself. I need to control who I'm with. I walked out of that room because I wanted to stay. I didn't call you because I wanted to."

Her expression changed slightly. 

"So this is the way you are with women."

"No. I usually leave because I want to leave. I don't call because I don't care to."

She stared at him for awhile. The fire in the bar flickered behind her creating a glow around her hair. She shifted slightly in her chair and took a long sip of her drink. He sensed the atmosphere changing, his honesty was catnip. 

He knew what he said next would make or break the evening. 

"I don't claim to be perfect, not even close, but I want you more than I've ever wanted a woman. I want you naked, in my hands and I want to see the pleasure in your face as I touch you every way I want,"

He watched her carefully as her breathing changed. Slight short breaths just at her chest, making her breasts move lightly, rapidly. She drank deeply from her glass. 

He stood up slowly, adjusting his jacket, looking down at her. "I want you to stand up, take my hand and walk out of the bar with me,"

She looked at him for long, slow seconds and then placed her glass on the table as she stood facing him. The inch of space between them was electric. He took her hand gently and led her out of the bar. 

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He opened the door to the room and ushered her in. When he stepped in behind her he closed it and moved her quickly, firmly against the door, her back against it, his body against hers. 

Her breath, already coming in short gasps during the elevator ride was practically non existent as he looked down at her and brought his hand up to the side of her neck. 

He dipped his head and brushed his lips lightly against hers slowly, his thumb tracing down the side of her neck. His lips pressed more firmly against hers and his tongue parted her mouth and touched hers over and over. Her eyes were closed as he ran his lips down her jaw and continued to her neck. Hot, slow kisses as his hand reached her hair clip, letting her soft hair tumble around her face. A moan escaped her lips as his tongue trailed back up her neck to her jaw. 

Without warning his other hand yanked the skirt of her dress up to her waist. Her eyes flew open and he grinned down at her as his body pinned her harder against the door. 

"Tell me the truth. Did you really have somewhere else you were planning to go tonight?" He asked. 

His left hand was on her neck and his right was tracing a path up the front of her naked thigh. Her brain was in a complete fog. 

"Well?" He drawled. 

"Ah...yes and no." She stammered. 

"I'm not sure I understand." He grinned, teasing her with his right hand which had lazily made its way to the front of her lacy black panties. 

"I... I had somewhere to go if I wanted to."

"Oh I see!" His fingers made slow circles on her mound as he brought his left hand down to tug the strap of her dress of her shoulder. "You were waiting to hear what I had to say."

"I... um..." Thoughts were becoming impossible as he'd pulled her dress down one side and had dipped his head to take her breast into his mouth. 

"I missed that. What was it you said?" He asked as he sucked harder on her breast and slipped one finger inside her panties. 

"I... um... What was the question?"

He laughed. "God I don't think I've ever known a girl who gets as wet as you so quickly!"

With that he dropped to his knees and pulled her underwear down to her thighs and plunged his face hard into her pussy, his tongue penetrating her lips. Her knees buckled and he reached up with his hands and grabbed her ass and held her up against the door as his tongue lapped at her over and over, slowly, languidly. 

Her hands flung out to the side to grab at anything that would keep here there. "Please." She whispered. "Please I can't stand. Please!!" She squealed. 

He threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and walked the few steps to the bed and threw her down. He yanked the panties from her and forced her legs open, sinking his tongue back inside her with a ferocity she'd never encountered and in seconds it became too much. He held her thighs down hard as she wiggled and her body tried to leap off the bed as her orgasm overtook her. He shoved two fingers inside her and her pussy spasmed around them, her gasps filled the room. 

He stood back from the bed and surveyed his work, his cock straining in his pants as he took in the sight of her writhing on the bed half dressed. 

He slowly undid his shirt, placing it on the chair, the rest of his clothes following quickly. 

She raised her head as he made his way to the bed and slid her clothes over her head. 

He straddled her beautiful body and took her breasts in both hands as his tongue made long slow strokes from bottom to top.

She felt him hard against her as he took each nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping as he ran his hands over her, groaning as he savored the taste of her skin. 

She lifted her head to look at him and quickly rose up, flipping him onto his back with her on top. 

He looked up in surprise as she drunk in the sight of this man beneath her, her hands running up his arms to those shoulders, those incredible shoulders. What was it about those shoulders?

His hands reached up to touch her and she grabbed his wrists and placed them back on the bed. "I want to touch you." She said as she trailed her hands slowly over his chest. 

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as her fingers explored his torso, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles under his skin. She ran her hands down his abdomen and moved down his body until, on her knees she was staring at his hard cock. 

She had never wanted a cock in her mouth as much as she did at that moment. It was hard, with a perfect length and thickness and just thinking about how it had felt inside her the other night made her even wetter. 

She grabbed the base of him and circled her tongue around the tip as he arched up slightly. She continued this delicate work until he was wet from her mouth and then plunged down to take as much of him as she could, sucking hard as she pulled back. "Oh fuck." He moaned as she did it again and again, with little strokes of her hand. 

She twirled the head of his cock with her tongue again lightly, until his hips were straining upward and she sank her mouth down hard again, just for one slow, hard suck. Again she resumed her gentle licking, holding her open mouth over his cock so he could feel her hot breath, but no other sensation except the occasional flick of her tongue. 

She was driving him insane with this teasing. He grabbed her under her arms and rolled on top of her sinking his cock inside her in one stroke before she knew what had happened. "Oh god!" She cried as he fucked her hard for a dozen strokes. 

"You want to tease me?" "You want me to beg for your mouth?" He growled into her ear. 

He pulled out of her and rolled her onto her front and standing at the foot of the bed, yanked her hips back to him and shoved his cock into her hard from behind. 

She let out a wild gasp as he plunged into her mercilessly from behind, forcing her hips back to meet his cock. He spanked her right ass cheek every second or third stroke as she cried out over and over again, arching her back like a cat. 

He continued on until he had to stop. He didn't want this to end just yet and she needed some payback for the teasing-for the way she tried to take control. 

Pulling out he smacked her ass hard and then gathered all her hair into one bunch and yanked her up so she was on her knees in front of him with her back arched against his torso and her neck exposed. 

He held her like that silently for a dozen seconds, breathing near her ear as he calmed down. 

He brought one hand to the top of her neck, under her jaw and slowly started to trail it downward. 

"So. Let's see now,"

His hand made his way down her body as if slicing her in half. When he reached her pussy he very gently dipped his thumb in and then moved it, wet, to her ass. 

He began to gently circle where she'd never been touched before. She tensed up. He paused, waiting for her to relax. He breathed in her ear, his breath hot, melting her resistance and his left hand gripped her hair. He increased the pressure slightly as she relaxed and she once again felt that edge of the precipice feeling, felt so out of her depth. 

"You arrived late." he whispered as he kept circling. "What do you have to say about that?"

"I...I'm sorry," she said as he lightly bit her earlobe and pushed his finger in ever so slightly. 

"And you pretended you were going to leave after one drink, didn't you?" he said as he wiggled just the tip of his thumb in her and was very pleased to feel her body start to relax. He flicked her clit hard with his middle finger and she jumped like she'd been hit with an electric current. As she relaxed he moved his thumb in up to the first knuckle and two fingers of the same hand slipped into her very wet pussy. 

Her breath caught in her throat as he tightened the hold on her hair and his his fingers kept exploring. 

"You walked into that bar knowing every man wanted you on their cock. You knew that I would see you and do almost anything to stop you walking out of that bar without me. You knew that and you liked it, didn't you?" He started to move his hand faster, deeper.

"Didn't you," It was no longer a question and his hand kept moving, his fingers probing deeper and he knew without looking at her that she was feeling a level of pleasure she'd never experienced, her fear heightening the physical sensation. 

He pulled his fingers out, keeping his thumb in her ass, now in all the way and forced her forward to her hands. He wiggled his thumb as he pulled her hair hard and reveled in seeing her body writhe and her breath catch in her throat.

He reached forward, released her hair and grabbed her nipple, squeezing hard. "Did you think I'd let you get away with all that?" He growled as he pinched her and positioned his cock against her pussy. 

Her breath was coming in ragged gasps and he knew she would do anything for his cock right now but still feared where he'd put it. He grabbed himself and ran it up against her wet, bare pussy as his thumb continued its work. 

Without warning he pulled it out and she held her breath; scared, excited, nervous about what might come next. He laughed, slapped her ass very hard and drove his cock into her pussy and fucked her deeply with long strokes of his cock as his hands alternated between grabs of her thighs and hips. "I'm going to have your ass, but not this time." He taunted. 

She collapsed under the weight of him but fought the delicious fight using her strength to move and twist and shift them both as he fucked her so hard, his hand at her throat. He'd never felt so animalistic and so male as he forced all his weight on top of her until she was unable to move. 

He grabbed both wrists and held her arms underneath her as he thrust over and over, his teeth hard on her neck. The pleasure of having her beneath him, yielding to him, allowing him to control her so entirely was more than he could handle. 

His breath was hot in her ear and every muscle in his body tensed as he rose up and with a roar came hard and endlessly, dimly aware of her body arching up to meet him and her cries filling the room. Their torsos remained poised above the bed for long seconds as pleasure coursed through both of them and their bodies twitched and bucked. 

Finally, they fell together back to the bed and she was pinned down by the weight of his body, heavy and exhausted and stretched out over her so she could not move...ever...until he let her. 

...To be continued.



The Room Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - The Negro

She watched intently as the muscles on the man's buttocks and thighs twitched and tightened, as he lay prostrate before her in expectation. The intensity of expectation in the room heightened.

The girl turned to face us and without speaking, beckoned us forward to the foot of the bed where we stood looking down at the Negro's glistening back and buttocks. She quietly picked up the whip, put a finger to her lips and unleashed a sharp crack across the man's raised buttocks, causing him to let out a sudden, stifled cry.

Smiling, she slowly caressed the tip of the whip slowly up the inside of his legs, allowing it to come to rest on his huge scrotum that was clearly visible between his splayed crotch. She teased the whip again between his buttocks and up across his broad back, finally coming to rest on his muscular shoulders.

The man continued to moan softly as if in anticipation of some instant pain from the whip although he knew not which part of his glistening anatomy was being considered by the girl for attention.

Suddenly, the girl lashed the whip against the black thighs of the Negro again causing him to jerk upward against the handcuffs holding him down. He begged the girl to stop but almost immediately received another sharp lash across his, now reddened, black buttocks. 

I sensed your excitement at watching this black man being dominated in such an erotic way - your hands wet from perspiration at the thought of the total domination and control, which the young girl had over the man.

The girl glanced at you and silently gestured you to join her at the side of the bed looking directly down on the Negro's naked body. You moved quickly around the bed close to where the man lay prostrate before you. 

The girl offered you the whip and ran her outstretched hand over the Negro's back and down between his tight buttocks. The Negro moved slightly as if to adjust his position as if in readiness for the next lash. 

His huge penis lay beneath him but it was obvious that his erection had risen to even greater heights as the cushions on which it was resting, strained to accommodate his now massive organ.

The girl gestured quietly for you to begin the next lash.

You drew the leather whip back to shoulder height and carefully aimed a sharp crack at the Negro's now swollen buttocks - he jerked violently upward against the bonds holding him down and let out a long cry of pain. He seemed to sob quietly into the black silk sheets on which his head rested.

You reached down between his outstretched legs and grasped his testicles in the soft palm of your hand. 

The girl and I watched as you gently squeezed and massaged his swollen scrotum so full of thick semen and brushed your hand gently across the sensitive underside of his cock, which nestled and throbbed beneath him.

The girl nodded again and immediately you drew back your arm and lashed the whip across the Negro's exposed and naked glistening black thighs, which quickly further reddened and throbbed. Thick red wheals began to appear across each buttock as each stroke of the whip found its target.

The musky smell of the Negro began to permeate the room as his massive body jerked and twitched under the whip's onslaught. Beads of perspiration began to form all over his naked body as he waited, anticipating your desire to overpower him with the wicked instrument still grasped firmly in your hand.

As I watched, the girl quietly moved behind me and began to gently rub the inside of my thighs, stopping momentarily as she felt my hard erect penis straining urgently under my pants. She removed my shirt and I felt the caress of her warm breath running down my back as she crouched behind me.

I closed my eyes as her hands reached forward and deftly slid two slender fingers into my pants to search for my swollen cock, which she quickly found. Before I realised it, the girl had slipped my pants off and now completely naked, she gestured for me to step closer to the end of the bed.

Meanwhile you had continued to tease the end of the leather whip between the Negro's upper thighs as your eyes darted between the black naked body and the girl behind me at the end of the bed. 

The girl now moved slowly towards you. 



The Room Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Anal Adventures

Dear Reader

I invite you first to read The Room 1 and The Room 2 (search by jboase - they are in Erotic Couplings) before proceeding to The Room 3. This room actually exists. I would be honored if you were to email me should you enjoy the story. 

Since teenage days my lover and I have each lived with the blessing and the curse that is obsessive sexual need. We have been lovers now for nearly five years, having discovered each other relatively late in life (I am now 60, she is 50). It has been fascinating as our relationship has unfolded to trace our respective histories of sexual need and gratification. And, of course, to enjoy the intense mutual arousal that our being together generates. 

We have discovered a mutual curiosity for anal sex. Early in our relationship I became aware that she would respond quickly and strongly whenever my hand strayed to her anal opening. She would emit little cries when I touched her there. Her body would respond to my touch. I could sense her eagerness for me to explore further and I guess that my own excitement showed. I would be surprised if it didn't! Nevertheless I did not pursue anal endeavours beyond occasional touching and she did not request me to.

Things went to the next stage in the most amazing of circumstances. Early in our relationship I discovered - as one does! - that she had a lovely little bush of hair around her anus and a little trail of it down her arse crack. I found these hairs an immense turn-on and said so, naming them and addressing them 'my little friends'. I would stroke them gently during lovemaking, or lick them flat with my tongue. Occasionally, when in mischievous mood, I would threaten to extract a single hair with my teeth. I was happy for them to stay there. Then came the desire to see her anus bereft of hair, to enjoy the beauty of a smooth opening. I put to her the suggestion that I should remove my little friends.

'If that's what you want, let's do it', she said with generosity of spirit. I say that because I imagine having stubble there could be quite irritating.

We set the occasion. I went to her place one warm afternoon and we shared a bath and a glass of white wine. We both admitted to being buoyantly excited about what we were about to do. A first for both of us, the first of many firsts as our anal adventures progressed.

She got on all fours in the tub, exposing her arse in a most provocative way. I should say in passing that she has an arse - indeed, a body - that a woman half her age would be happy to have. I was treated to a visual feast of flesh and curves. 

I proceeded to part her cheeks and to run a razor across her smooth skin, taking only a few hairs at a time before rinsing the razor. The work was made difficult - and amusing - by the fact that her flesh was slippery and my hand holding her cheeks apart kept sliding away from its appointed task. Nonetheless I completed the job, rinsed her and climbed back into the bath to admire my work. I sat behind her and used both hands to part her cheeks and examine my handiwork. 

'That is simply stunning!' I said in awe. She has a kind of 'soft' anal muscle and it lay revealed, pink and hairless, for my eyes to feast upon. 

'Do you like it?'

'Why ask a question when you know the answer?'

She laughed. She exploits my weakness for her shapely bum at every opportunity. And gets away with it, I might add.

'I'll have to rest my knees'.

She turned herself carefully around and sat facing me.

'Was that comfortable?' I asked.

'Yes, I would have said so otherwise'.

'I felt so damned apprehensive that I would nick you around the opening. Imagine that! It doesn't bear thinking about!'

'You did well. It feels fine'.

'I'd have to say that I think I prefer it shaven, even though I had such affection for my little friends'.

'You like it bare?'

'I love it bare!'

I'm sure we both sensed that we had begun the next stage of our evolving anal experimentation.

We didn't rush things. It took some weeks before our mutual inclination asserted itself again. 

It was a very hot day and we had once more taken a bath to refresh ourselves. We dried each other off then took our glasses of wine into The Room where the mattress lay ready on the polished floor. 

The inspiration hit me from out of nowhere.

'Lie on your belly'.

'This sounds interesting'.

'Trust me. I have something special in mind'.

She rested her head on a pillow and abandoned her body to my ministrations.

I straddled her, facing her feet, parted her cheeks and began gently sucking on her anus. She gasped and shivered in instant arousal. '0-100 instantly', as she says when overtaken by arousal at such times. I licked around it slowly, lifting my head from time to time to appreciate its beauty. 

'Darling, you have the loveliest anus in the universe'.

I meant it. 

It was obvious that she was immensely turned on by these sensations. Her pleasure-noises filled the air each time I touched her there. Her bum and legs would twitch instinctively, spontaneously. She wanted me to go further.

'Let me try something else, something quite different'.

She tensed and braced, wondering what was coming. We like giving each other little surprises.

I held her cheeks apart with one hand and straddled her opening with the thumb and two fingers of the other hand, pressing my fingers and nails into the skin and stretching at the same time. She cried out in surprise, enjoying the simulated violation of her body. She is not into heavy pain but loves occasional 'rough' treatment of her nipples or anus. She lay under me, pinned and unable to move, exposed, thrilled at being restrained and exploited yet rejoicing in the woman-power of her blatant display.

I applied more pressure until I sensed that she had reached her pain threshhold. I held her there, listening to her erratic breathing and her little cries, gauging her state of mind. Then, to give her relief, I released my fingers and captured her anus with my lips, taking her from a sensation of mild pain to the balm of a warm mouth; then completed the little ritual by tonguing her opening.

I lifted from her and allowed her to lie there, coming to terms myself with the potency of pleasuring we had achieved.

When she was ready I repeated the stages: fingers and nails pressing, with increasing force, around her muscle; holding the final pressure until she reached her limit; putting my lips around the 'hurt spot' as a balm; licking her slowly to completion.

Most of our little rituals happen in three phases. After that we find that the sexual intensity becomes overwhelming, sometimes even scary as we probe the subconscious.

I did it a third time, this time with an embellishment.

'Stroke yourself with your finger'.

She slipped her arm under herself. I could feel her manipulations as her flesh shifted. By leaning forward I could see just her fingertip at work.

She chose to come soon after I clamped my 'healing' mouth on her opening which gave me the joy of having her anus pulse on my lips, a very private and special experience.

'I need to be held'.

I lay next to her and drew her to me. She was vulnerable and needed a sanctuary. I wrapped her in my arms, saying nothing, giving her a safe place while she gradually returned from the frontier of sexual adventure. Indeed, we had both been to the frontier and it had been an amazing journey.

There was no hurry to go further. A few weeks later we shared a mutual desire to something more and we found ourselves in The Room, on the mattress, exploring my arse this time.

I have to say that to this point that I had never had anything bigger than a woman's finger in my arse. In truth I had not found it all that pleasurable but I was prepared to go there again with this sexiest of women. She was very keen to explore me there.

I lay on my belly, using a pillow to elevate me slightly. She lubricated me with KY, her fingers unintrusive which I appreciated. She probed for my prostate and managed to stroke it with her fingertip, a feeling I found incredibly erotic. 

'I must come some time when her finger is doing that' I thought to myself but it was not to be on that occasion. 

'See what you think of this'.

'What are you going to do?'

'See if you can guess'.

I felt pressure on my anus, then a slight burning sensation as she inserted what I found later was a vibrator. I adjusted my body angle then allowed her to insert it further, all the time solicitous of my comfort. 

I knew when I had had enough.

'Stop there'.

She held it in that position for a short while, then switched it on to a low speed.

'Wow, that's a different feeling!'

'Do you like it?'

'Yes, but I wouldn't want it any further up.There is fine'.

'Would you be able to bring yourself off while it's in?'

'I doubt it. Interesting thought, though'.

She eased it out and used a warm cloth to cleanse me of the KY. My arse was sensitive for some time afterward.

'How did you feel about that?' I asked her.

'I loved it', she replied.

There were two further stages of exploration before we achieved anal intercourse.

On the next occasion I turned her on her front and used my fingers on her anus. Beginning with one fingertip, then one finger inserted and held... then slowly moved around... then held again... all the time assessing her comfort and her level of arousal and need. The visuals of watching one's finger in a gorgeous anal opening are something else again! We progressed to two fingers, aided by KY made warm before application... the same gentle routine. I went one finger more... a three-finger probe... gently stretching her opening then relaxing it... pushing the fingers in until she reached her limit... expanding them within her... holding them expanded while she experienced that unique pleasure... then withdrawing until just my fingertips were inside her.

I repeated this intense little ritual, twice, as is our custom.

We found on that occasion that her 'soft' muscle was proving receptive, that it seemed able to expand and accept without giving her undue discomfort. That was a most encouraging sign, defying things we had read.

On the next occasion I used a condom, lubed liberally with KY. This proved to be frustrating and unfulfilling. I should explain that I am no friend of condoms. On the few occasions I have used them in my life I have not been able to go on with it, sometimes wilting quickly without coming, reacting adversely to the artificiality of the device. So it was on this occasion, much as I wanted it to be otherwise. She lay on her front and I got to make the insertion, amazed at how easy it proved to be. That 'soft' muscle of hers prepared her for my entry and the KY on the condom made her very receptive inside. My cock, however, wilted from the condom and, I suspect, from apprehension that I might hurt her. My cock is long and thick which means that it provides a fairly solid object for her bum to accommodate. I was concerned that I would tear something inside but she was confident there would be no problem. As it turned out, she was right but our anal experiment proved short-lived and unsatisfactory that day. Fortunately we know each other well enough to have been able to laugh at my misadventure. I mean, what else could we do?

We determined the occasion of our ultimate adventure quite by chance, over the phone. In the course of a conversation to arrange a liaison I asked her, out of the blue: 'Do you feel adventurous this time?' 

'Adventurous' had become our code for anal exploration.

'Yes', she replied.

We first had a bath, sipping chilled sauvignon blanc from her cellar. This was a special wine for a special, nay a very special occasion. Two anal virgins, in the real sense, about to do something about it at the respective ages of 60 and 50, for god's sake. In high spirits we enjoyed the bath and the wine.

Our ritual started in the bath, though we had not planned it that way. She slid forward and took my erection in her hand, stroking it with her usual appreciative touch. She then sent me the most blatant signal, a spontaneous gesture that I found utterly overwhelming: she stroked my cockhead across the skin around her anus. Fleshy cockhead rubbed on little wrinkles and crinkles sent me into cloud-cuckoo land. I'd never felt anything like that, ever! And all the time she watched my face intently.

She then changed the angle of her body and moved my cockhead to her anal opening. Somehow, cleverly, skilfully, she manoeuvred the head of it inside her and flexed her muscle to squeeze my cockhead. 

Two unique sensations already!

She exited the bath first and I watched her dry herself, deliberately standing with her back to me, her bum not far above my face. I was able to reach up and part her cheeks. No way to treat a lady, perhaps, but then what we were contemplating was hardly ladylike!

We walked to The Room, naked and holding hands, beginning to come to terms with fulfillment of a powerful 'dark side' element in our psyches. It was awe-inspiring to think about.

It happened easily and naturally. We kissed and cuddled initially, as we love to do. I pressed my cock on her clitoris and she worked me with her hand. I used a familiar trigger to bring her to orgasm.

'Come for me! I want to watch you and listen to you!'

She adores responding to this demand. It sends her over the edge instantly. She can't help herself.

Her eyes glazed over, then shut as she came with mind-boggling intensity, shuddering with the emotional impact. She pressed my cockhead against her clit, jolted by after-shocks, uttering noises of disbelief in the force of her come. We both knew that this initial orgasm would help to relax her, to prepare her. Her anus would be the more receptive after the release of her initial tension. As things turned out, it proved a good decision, well-attuned to her responses.

We had laid out the KY and a condom but as circumstances turned out, we used neither. I always produce a goodly quantity of so-called pre-come and we found it sufficient for our purposes.

First time she lay on her back. I held my cock to her opening and squeezed it from its base to get out every available drop of liquid which I proceeded to spread around her opening. I then put my cockhead to her opening and eased it in. It was the simplest and easiest thing I have ever done. She looked at me and gasped in amazement. We had done it, without discomfort, pain or burning! Moreover, we went on to achieve full penetration with two or three easy strokes!

'That feels wonderful!' 

'For me, too!'

I hesitated to move about much but she asked me to start thrusting so she could assess the effect. I picked up the pace, all the time watching her face to gauge her comfort level. I guess I held back a bit, still worried that I could hurt her but she gave rein to her pent-up curiosity for this and simply let go. 

'Fuck me!'

I began a steady, full thrusting, each time drawing cries from her soul. What began as a physical experience transformed quickly into a spiritual experience. Neither of us could believe the beauty of the moment. It far transcended the coupling of two bodies.

We tried other ways: her on top, which she was unsure about but which turned out to be stunningly different again; her on her side, my legs under hers; her on her side, spooned back onto me; and her on her belly.

On her belly proved to be the most provocative position. I took my time, spreading her cheeks and taking in the loveliness of her opening. It was slightly distended from our earlier explorations. 

'Darling, your anus is still opened... just a tiny bit... It really is brazen in what it is telling me... I think I should oblige...'

I put my cockhead to her opening and slipped it in. Again, so easily, incredibly easily! A wonderfully firm fit for me, no discomfort for her. 

As before, her anus proved an effective means of bringing liquid out of my cock for lubricating. As I stroked, the muscle would clamp on my vas, drawing fluid out, making it available for her internal lubrication. There can be advantages to having an 'over-active gland', as she describes mine. The viscosity of my liquid was perfect for the purpose.

I left it to her to dictate the pace. I will never forget the sight of her shapely arse rising to take in my thrustings and the sight of my cock penetrating her opening. She lost the plot, completely and wonderfully, and came with a powerful intensity. Her arse convulsed on my cock, her body abandoned in fulfillment of the 'dark side'. 

I could not hold back.

From the depths of my being I came, the tight grip of her muscular ring emphasising the strength of my pulsings. I knew the joy of spurting my seed into her mysterious and wondrous place other place. She told me later of her excitement at feeling my cock pulse into her arse and of the warmth of my spurtings. She said she had come close to tears when claiming my come in fulfillment of her long-cherished fantasy.

We clung together afterward, unable to move or speak. God knows how long we stayed that way. We had been overwhelmed by something beautiful and we were desperately trying to come to terms with it.

Yeats, considering the Easter Rebellion in Ireland, wrote the line 'A terrible beauty is born'.

We had known, that afternoon, 'a terrible beauty'. We had each broken through a personal barrier. We had each discovered a new dimension of sexual pleasure. We had each indulged our 'dark side'. We had come to know each other just that little bit more.

We had each been liberated, just that little bit more.

It was a wonderful feeling.



The Room Ch. 04



Chapter 4 – First taste

Her fingers quickly undid the buttons of your silk blouse, slipping this silently from your shoulders to reveal your now hard, erect, nipples. 

She moved behind you and with practised ease, loosened the belt of your skirt, allowing this to fall silently to the floor and revealing your wet silk panties. Pausing to run her finger teasingly under your legs she finally slipped her fingers under the band of your panties, quietly gasping as she pulled them gently downwards to the floor.

Except for the Negro, who wore only his thick studded collar, we were now all completely naked.

The girl gestured that you should climb onto the bed, straddling the shackled Negro’s back and positioned directly above his reddened black buttocks.

The Negro grunted as, still grasping the leather whip, you eagerly climbed onto him and settled your warm, wet pussy onto his glistening back. He sensed that his fate was about to take yet another turn.

You looked down at the man’s black buttocks and ran your hands across his strong thighs, forced wide apart by the bonds that restrained his ankles, tightly to the corners of the bed. You smiled and wet your lips excitedly with your tongue, in expectation of the feast now laid out before you. You leant forward, placing one hand at each side of the Negro’s thighs and bent your head slowly between his legs. 

The Negro, sensing perhaps the onset of some pleasure, moaned quietly as you began to lick gently between his legs. 

Still grasping the whip, you rocked gently on his back as your tongue licked hungrily with ever-longer strokes and your mouth explored between his buttocks and onwards down towards his throbbing cock, still laying beneath his massive body.

As if to remind him of your power over him, you stroked the inside of his thighs with the leather whip cracking this softly at the end of each long stroke. The Negro’s body jerked gently under your pussy and in unknowing anticipation.

The girl and I continued to watch intently from where we stood at the end of the iron bed. 

As you lifted your head briefly at the end of each long stroke we could see clearly the Negro’s engorged scrotum now glistening from the saliva pouring from your wet mouth. It was lost from sight as your head made yet another slow yet urgent descent into the depths of the Negro’s groin.

Occasionally, you prised apart the Negro’s tight buttocks to allow you greater penetration for the passage of your tongue over his clenched anus and further on towards his hot and swollen genitals.

Standing behind me, the girl crouched down and reached between my legs to grasp my own hot and stiff shaft that now throbbed in her hand. She held it firmly, restraining its natural erection and preventing me from masturbating.

Continuing to watch you, I felt her head between my legs and her soft lips teasing the sensitive tip of my cock. She gently ran her tongue down the full length of my penis, biting softly as she closed her teeth and lips around the swollen head.

Suddenly, something took her eye and the girl crawled across to reach for the attaché case still under the bed. 

She opened it and took out what looked like a thin ligature, a leash and a small leather case. 

She stood up and beckoned for you to hand her the whip, indicating that you should lean back to avoid the lash of the whip as it fell onto its target. The girl brought the whip down sharply across the Negro’s buttocks causing him to jerk upwards. 

Your soft licking had caused him to relax considerably and the shock of the sudden whiplash across his buttocks reminded him that he had yet fully to satisfy his Mistress’s desires. 

Until this moment the Negro had been totally restrained apart from his huge genitals which had been allowed to hang free between his legs. In a soft yet commanding voice the girl instructed the Negro to raise his buttocks higher off the bed. 

Handing you the soft ligature she gestured for you to reach under the Negro and encircle his scrotum and cock, finally pulling the ligature tight and causing the combined genitals to further bulge and strain.

Reaching under the man’s body, you secured the soft ligature with a small knot and withdrew your now heavily perspiring hands.

Taking the leash, the girl passed it behind you, still sitting on the Negro’s back and quickly clipped one end of the leash to the studded collar, which circled the man’s thick neck. She eagerly handed you the other end of the leash and instructed you to pull hard. 

The Negro’s head jerked violently upward against the collar, further straining the handcuffs that secured his wrists and ankles to the bed. 

The girl snapped open the small leather case, which contained a vibrator, a selection of different heads and a small phial of scented oil.

She handed you the oil.



The Room Ch. 05



Chapter 5: A Box of Toys

Pouring the gold liquid into the palm of your hands you massaged the oil completely into your hands so that no area of your skin was left unoiled. You poured the remaining oil onto the Negro's reddened buttocks, which quickly ran down between his cheeks and onto his bulging cock and scrotum, tied tightly below.

With your fingers, you massaged and kneaded the scented oil firmly into his ebony skin and soothing his swollen thighs. Your fingers followed the running oil between the man's buttocks, pausing briefly at the secret entrance to his tight anus. 

He moaned softly as you lightly pressed his sphincter muscles around the entrance to his anus and slid an inch of your index finger inside. You moved it gently from side to side, searching the inner depths of the Negro's most private orifice.

Withdrawing your finger slowly, you continued to massage the oil into his buttocks, moving ever closer to the tightly parcelled cock and scrotum throbbing silently beneath him. He gasped as you kneaded the oil into his groin and squeezed his testicles that strained hard against the stretched skin of his huge black scrotum.

The girl offered you the open case containing the vibrator and six heads, including a soft rubber head with numerous spiked protrusions, a black rubber imitation penis, a 'sucker' head and a smooth metal attachment. You fitted each head to the vibrator in turn before carefully selecting one that you considered would give you the greatest pleasure.

Until now your only relief from your heightened sexual state had been the Negro's broad back across which you had continued to massage and rub your wet pussy. Despite its rough Negroid texture it had reddened with the continual friction caused by your pussy as you rubbed back and forward.

Your own heightened excitement was evident from the trail of white juices which lay in great profusion on the man's black skin but now you had in your hand an instrument of pleasure which might ease and perhaps just satisfy your aching pussy.

You lifted slightly in an attempt to insert the vibrator into your pussy but the girl quickly moved forward to direct your attention instead to the Negro's groin.

She gestured that you should now switch the vibrator on. 

The quietness of the room now reverberated to the soft humming of the dildo as it vibrated urgently in your hand. 

Opening your mouth you gently closed your lips around the shaft of the dildo, covering its glistening surface with your saliva.

Slowly you withdrew it from your mouth and guided it eagerly between the Negro's buttocks. You moved it down and then back across his anus as if to tease and he groaned as he tried to imagine what was about to happen.

With a sudden thrust you plunged the slippery and vibrating dildo deep into the Negro's oiled and softened orifice causing him to jerk downwards into the cushions on which he still lay. 

Watching, the girl jerked sharply on the leash attached to the studded collar which forced the man's still blindfolded head into the air, gasping. 

You continued to insert and then withdraw the vibrator for some minutes until it was obvious that the Negro was about to reach his third massive orgasm. The muscles of his buttocks began to thrust and clench as he approached climax, aided by the soft ligature, which you had tied tightly around his genitals.

The girl lifted the whip and in a stern voice commanded him not to ejaculate, saying that she had not finished with him and ordered him that he must save his semen for your pleasure.

The Negro's body slowly stopped twitching as he fought against his natural inclination to ejaculate. 

The girl indicated for you to dismount the Negro, which you at first seemed reluctant to do!

Climbing down, you, the girl and I stood at the foot of the bed looking down at the body of the still handcuffed and blindfolded Negro restricted by the ligature tied tightly around his genitals and leashed by the studded collar around his neck. His buttocks glistened from the oil you had liberally spread over them and his back was streaked with white juices from your still aching pussy.

The girl took a small key from the attaché case and moved to each corner of the bed releasing the Negro's wrists and ankles, which had been held so long. In a sharp voice, the girl ordered the Negro to get up from the bed and stand facing us. 

As he did so, we could see clearly at last the tight bundle of his engorged cock and scrotum that strained and bulged against the soft ligature encircling them.

The bed was a mess. The black silk sheets were crumpled and the two cushions on which the man's thick penis had been resting were heavily stained with perspiration and semen, which had leaked from the end of his penis.

The girl took the loose end of the leash hanging from the man's studded collar and handed it to you. 



The Room Ch. 06



Pointing to the floor, she barked for the man immediately to fall on all fours an order with which he obediently complied, his cock dangling invitingly between his legs, but still restricted by the tight ligature.

Bending over the man, the girl gestured that you should tug sharply on the leash to indicate to the man what he now had a new Mistress who he must obey and please at your command.

With a sharp crack of the whip now in her hand she forced the Negro to walk round the bed on all fours pulling the leash, which you now held firmly in your hands. After a few steps you jerked the leash back to halt the Negro and walked around to face him, kneeling before you. 

Roughly, you grabbed his thick black hair and lifted his still blindfolded head bringing his face to within inches of your aching and wet pussy.

Looking down at the Negro and in a commanding voice, you instructed him to nestle his face against your pussy and to gently rub his nose up and down the outer folds of your juicy labia. 

The Negro moved his head gently down and under your legs caressing your swollen pussy with his broad nose before using his thick pink tongue to explore the inner secrets of your clitoris that throbbed under his continued licking. You moaned softly as his tongue and nose brought you to a higher state of excitement beside the bed.

Meanwhile, the girl had turned to face me. Her hands outstretched to grasp my already wet and swollen cock again as she gently massaged the sensitive underside of the long shaft with her sharp fingernails. 

She smiled as she gestured for me to lay on the bed. 

As I did so she pushed me gently backwards so that my buttocks lay across the still stained cushions, thrusting my penis forward and upwards. Licking her lips again, she straddled me facing the end of the bed and bent her head forward towards my throbbing cock. 

Although I could not see, I felt her mouth close over the tip of my penis sucking first softly then steadily harder until she had taken the entire length of my stiff cock into her warm throat. I felt the tightness as my cock penetrated deeper into her soft mouth and then into her throat.

She continued eating my cock for some minutes, slowing as she felt my ejaculation rising and restraining my natural urge to come, then quickening as if to tease the flow of semen from the depths of my aching testicles. 

My eyes feasted on her moist and inviting pussy, only a few inches above my face. Lifting my head, I lightly brushed her with first my lips and then my tongue searching ever deeper into her inner secret cavities. I quickly found her clitoris and gently teased the tip of my tongue across it causing her to moan and shake her hips uncontrollably. She responded by taking my cock yet further into the depths of her throat. 

We played alternately at this unspoken game until I could hold my ejaculation no longer.

With a sudden rush we both climaxed together as my semen exploded from within the depths of my penis into her throat. She continued to hold my pulsing cock in her mouth as the semen filled her throat and began to trickle from her mouth. 

She licked her lips and the end of my swollen penis, sucking the remaining semen from my cock until she could extract no more.

We lay on the bed panting from exhaustion, in the position we each had begun. 

For some minutes more, I continued to lick and nuzzle the girl’s wet pussy, still close to my face and I felt her hands and mouth around my still hard and erect cock.

I looked across to where you were standing next to the bed. 

Having watched us, you were clearly ready to take full advantage of your new found toy, the Negro, still tethered to you by leash, blindfolded and standing obediently on all fours in front of you, awaiting your next command. Your grip on his hair had tightened as you watched us and as you thrust your pussy ever harder into his face.

You licked your lips hungrily at the prospect of what was to come.

The girl turned and gestured for us to get off the bed, pointing to a low settee in the corner of the room where we could continue our pleasure and watch while you enjoyed yourself with the Negro.

As we waited, the girl quickly resumed her attention to my still hard cock and gently slid her mouth over the shaft as she massaged my balls with her long fingers. 

I responded as my own fingers quickly returned to caress and stimulate her still erect and wet clitoris. 

You jerked the leash against the neck of the black man, indicating for him to follow you on all fours around the bed. 

As he walked forward his huge penis, still tied tightly with his engorged scrotum, swung menacingly below his body.

As he passed where we were sitting we could see his buttocks glistening from the oil which you had liberally applied with your hands to his groin and genitals. Tethered to you, he was now in an advanced stage of sexual excitement and although he could not see you he could smell and taste the sexual aroma and juices, which were pouring from your pussy. 

You stopped at the side of the bed, facing us and lay back, still clutching the leash, which held the now panting Negro. 

With a sharp tug you instructed the Negro forward on all fours between your legs which you widened to better accommodate his huge head.

You threw our head go back as the Negro thrust his pink tongue eagerly yet roughly into the lips of your wet pussy. You gasped as the thick tongue licked and penetrated deep within your passage, pausing occasionally as it found a particularly sensitive spot. 

Your back arched as your hands gripped the Negro’s head to steer him ever closer in towards your moist, yet hard, clitoris. You lifted your legs to allow the Negro’s tongue yet deeper access and cried out as he thrust his broad lips and mouth onto you.

The girl and I watched. From where we were sitting, we could see the Negro’s glistening buttocks and genitals very clearly as, still tied with the ligature, his penis and testicles swung in rhythm to his thrusting head.

The Negro continued to eat you with his mouth and tongue for some minutes, until his breathing became heavier as he approached orgasm.

Suddenly, sensing his more urgent licking, you jerked his head back and ordered him immediately to withdraw and move back from between your legs.

Your pussy, wet from the Negro’s saliva and your own juices, throbbed with excitement and anticipation. 

You raised yourself from the bed and stood over the Negro.

Ordering him to stand up, you watched as he drew himself up to his full height. His enormous body towered over you and you looked up in awe at his taut and muscular physique. 

Running your hands slowly across his black skin you gasped in sudden realisation at the size of his huge penis so close now to your wet and eager mouth.

You unclipped the leash from its collar and turning towards us you licked your lips and smiled.



The Room Ch. 07



Chapter 7 – A black Apéritif

You moved behind the Negro, running your fingers once again between his oiled buttocks and exploring the most sensitive parts of his body. His cock, already hard, stiffened as your fingers reached his huge scrotum. 

You crouched and peered between his legs, searching for the ligature which continued to restrain his genitals. Carefully, you untied the small knot which held the ligature in place, immediately releasing the man’s swollen cock and allowing his testicles at last to hang free.

The Negro gasped with relief as the ligature loosened.

Cupping the huge scrotum in your hand, you massaged and stimulated the Negro’s testicles, which had bulged under the enormous pressure caused by the tight ligature.

You now moved to face the Negro, where his huge, black penis stood erect in front of him.

You kneeled down and wetted your lips generously with saliva.

Holding the enormous cock with one hand, you opened your mouth wide and guided it over the tip, gently closing your lips around the swollen end. 

The Negro breathing became heavier and he stiffened again. 

Your lips teased the end of his penis, then gently biting and licking down the full length of the shaft. With your probing tongue you found a small drop of frothy semen that you hungrily licked from the orifice from which it came.

Your own breathing became slowly heavier as your mouth continued to gorge on the Negro’s erect penis.

Your head moved in and out with steadily deeper strokes as the huge cock penetrated further down into the depths of your throat. Your hands moved under the Negro’s cock to massage his testicles and your nails raked across the black skin of his scrotum.

The Negro began again to thrust his hips forward as he approached yet another massive ejaculation. 

Your breathing became quickly heavier as you urged the Negro to release his thick, frothy semen into your inviting mouth. 

Through your soft lips you felt the muscles around the man’s penis tremble as his climax approached, bringing you to the very edge of your own.

Suddenly the Negro jerked forward and with a longer thrust of his hips exploded his semen into the depths of your throat. 

Having been imprisoned for so long within it’s sac, the semen spouted and pulsed from the man’s penis, completely filling your mouth with warm frothy juice which spilled from the corners of your mouth as you tried in vain to swallow the semen from each massive pulse.

You hungrily licked the drops of creamy fluid from your lips and sucked hard on the Negro’s cock to extract every possible drop of his white semen.

The Negro’s panting began to subside and his cock, so long under enormous strain, began to droop between his legs. 

You masturbated him gently and immediately the hot penis responded in your hand, enabling you once again to eat the swollen monster, your tongue further probing and licking the sensitive tip with which you continued to play for some minutes.

By this time your pussy was so wet that juices streaked down the inside of your legs. 

Watching you eat the Negro, it was clear to us that you would finally take the huge cock into your aching pussy – a sight the girl and I were eagerly looking forward to witnessing which would undoubtedly lead to all four of us together achieving yet another orgasm.

We were not to be disappointed.

As a reward for his strict obedience you raised your hands each side of the Negro’s head and gently pulled the blindfold off. 

For the first time you saw his piercing, deep blue eyes and broad black nose which so tenderly had nestled and rubbed your aching pussy. 

The man blinked at the sudden rush of still dimmed light in his eyes and began to focus them on you, standing naked directly in front of him. You took his hand and led him again to the edge of the bed.

Climbing onto the black silk sheets you lay back and closed your eyes.

You felt the weight of the Negro as he gently climbed onto the bed. 

His hands reached out eagerly to part and separate your legs as he moved his body slowly but surely between them. 

With his hands entwined with yours he lifted your arms and pressed them back against the top of the bed – your arms outstretched above your shoulders.

Suddenly you felt a hard pressure on your pussy as the Negro’s hot black penis began to press gently between your legs. You moaned and widened your legs.

The Negro began to gently push his cock against your wet pussy, the lips of which quickly parted to allow him to enter. His huge penis, still stiff and erect slowly but surely began to penetrate deeper and deeper into you and its enormous size caused you to cry out as each thrust pushed yet further in.

The weight of the Negro lying between you forced your legs still wider allowing his penis to penetrate and completely fill your warm and soft pussy. 

You grunted as each thrust of his cock rubbed against the sides of your vagina from which copious amounts of your juices and fluid now began to flow out, coating and lubricating the entire length of the thick black shaft.

The Negro began to quicken the thrusts of his cock with greater urgency and his breath became heavy as he summoned the strength to ejaculate yet again. Letting go an enormous bellow, he thrust his steaming cock into the upper reaches of your pussy and let go. 

As he continued to thrust himself into you, spurts of hot creamy semen jerked out of his penis filling your pussy and spilling out around its entrance onto the crumpled black silk sheets on the bed below. 

The Negro continued to twitch inside you for some minutes as his ejaculation finally subsided. 

The room was suddenly quiet again, except for the soft moaning still coming from the bed on which you lay, still beneath the glistening body of the huge black man.

The girl got up and walked to the bed, beckoning for me to follow. She directed me to the foot of the bed, telling me to grasp the iron bedstead with both hands and that I was on no account to touch myself. 

She ran her hands over the back of the still panting Negro and down between his mighty black buttocks. 

Pausing, her fingers travelled further down between his legs to where his penis rested still gently parting the entrance to your pussy. 

Her fingers explored the hard, wet length of his cock to its tip where they gently moved to touch and caress the lips of your pussy.

With a simultaneous soft moan, both you and the Negro began to stir again.



The Room Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Three Plays One

Her fingers worked gently into your pussy and out again, searching for hard tip of your clitoris, which she quickly found. 

Rubbing gently, her fingers slipped and slid through the combined juices, which you and the Negro had created, and which were now spread liberally over your loins.

The tip of the Negro's cock stiffened as it sensed your pussy responding to the soft caress of the girls slender, invading, fingers. 

The girl slowly withdrew her wet finger and put it in her mouth, hungrily licking the juices, which ran down its length. 

Her hand returned to the Negro's cock. 

Slowly she eased her fingers around the massive penis, gripping it tightly in her hand. 

The Negro's breath began to quicken again as she slid her hand up and down, pulling hard at the end of each successive stroke to give maximum power to her technique.

I stood at the foot of the bed, my hands locked onto the iron bedstead and beads of perspiration all over my body as I watched. My erect penis throbbed between the bars of the bedstead and rested on the soft black silk sheets on the bed.

As if by some prearranged signal, the Negro lifted his body off the bed, his huge cock still hard and erect in front of him. 

Writhing gently on the silk sheets in front of us you put your hands between your legs and looking directly at each of us in turn, you masturbated gently.

The girl gestured for the Negro and I to stand at each side of the bed, close to where your head lay now on the soft cushions, still streaked with the Negro's semen.

She moved onto the bed and positioning herself between your outstretched ankles, she gently pushed and prised your legs further apart.

Your body arched in anticipation and expectation.

Placing both her soft hands under you, she raised your buttocks and looking directly into your eyes, she bent her head slowly forward. 

You gasped as her tongue flicked across the lips of your wet pussy and gently brushed inside each fold of your outer labia.

Your clitoris stood erect and teased by the gentle licking from the tip of the girl's expert tongue your breath quickened noticeably. Her saliva mixed with the already heavy concentration of sexual juices, which were spread over your pussy.

Without moving from her position, the girl gestured for the Negro and I to kneel on each side of the bed so that our cocks would be within easy reach of your mouth. 

You grasped the Negro's penis in your right hand and mine in your left, squeezing gently as if in readiness to prepare ourselves for your ultimate pleasure.

Turning your head firstly to the right, you touched the end of your tongue on the tip of the Negro's black cock only inches from your face, gently pulling his penis towards your open mouth. 

You closed your moist lips around the head of the swollen cock and gently sucked.

Pushing the Negro gently away, you turned your face towards me and licked generously over the full length of my hard cock, finishing with a teasing flick of your tongue across the sensitive tip. 

Your mouth and tongue continued to play simultaneously with both stiff cocks as your hands gripped each of us tightly and as the girl gently licked and probed with her tongue into your wet pussy.

After some minutes, your breathing began to quicken still further as we all approached climax.

With the girl's head bobbing faster between your legs, you pulled hard on each cock, gently brushing the tips with your tongue and at a whim, occasionally thrusting a steaming penis into the soft depths of your throat.

I was the first to come. Having stood motionless at the foot of the bed for so long, it was impossible for me to hold myself any longer. You sensed the more urgent thrusting of my cock and lifting your head, thrust it deep into your mouth, closing your lips tightly around it. Still gripping the Negro's penis tightly in your other hand.

I ejaculated into your mouth with full force as my pent-up semen exploded from within my scrotum. The frothy and creamy liquid soon spilled from the corners of your mouth as you fought to swallow each pulse before the next. 

Your lips licked hungrily as each droplet of semen escaped from your mouth and as the pulsing of my cock in your mouth finally began to subside.

You turned to the Negro who had watched with increasing agitation as his own climax had approached.

Sensing his more urgent thrusts, you opened your mouth wide and encircled his huge cock with your lips, closing them tightly around its girth. Within your mouth, your tongue teased the tip of the black man's penis and across the sensitive underside of its length.

The girl 's tongue flicked in and out of your pussy teasing out yet further juices and lubricating your now rock hard clitoris, which now protruded proudly from between the lips of your wet vagina.

Your hips thrust your pussy harder into the girl's face to allow her tongue and slender fingers greater access and penetration. The Negro's breathing suddenly quickened.

Your lips sensed the Negro's climax was close.

With a mighty gasp you thrust the massive black cock into the depths of your throat just as the Negro ejaculated. His hot and creamy semen poured into the back of your throat and into your still closed mouth.

The force of his ejaculation took you by surprise and you struggled to contain the huge quantity of semen within your mouth. You swallowed quickly opening and then closing your mouth around the cock as you fought for air before the next massive pulse.

The semen finally overcame you and trickled in large frothy droplets from the corner reaches of your mouth. Your lips sucked at the black monster as the Negro's climax finally began to subside to extract every last drop of precious semen from within the depths of his testicles. Your throat emitted a low soft murmur as you gently swallowed again and again.

Your fingers teased the underside of the Negro's scrotum as if urging him to yet greater heights and perhaps another orgasm. 

Finally exhausted from his efforts his penis began to soften as your attention re-focussed on the still bobbing head of the girl between your legs.

With your concentration on the two men, you had failed to notice that she had been gently parting your buttocks and rubbing her long fingers between them. Without inserting it, she pressed her index finger carefully at the entrance to your tight anus while her other finger probed deep into the depths of your wet pussy.

In and out, in and out and in and out, gently pushing harder and further with each successive stroke.

We watched as your body began to arch again and jerk in motion with the girl's deft fingers. 

Still grasping tightly the two cocks, now softening in your hand you suddenly let out a sharp cry bucked and finally climaxed pouring your hot slippery juices onto the urgent fingers of the girl between your legs.

Simultaneously you pulled the two cocks towards your still wet mouth again. Turning your head slowly from side to side you alternately licked and teased the softening cocks with your lips and tongue until after some minutes you lay back exhausted.

With an unexpected gasp from your lips, the girl withdrew her fingers from your pussy and sat up, looking pleasingly at her work.

The Negro pulled away and together he and the girl quietly left the room. 

I stood over you, admiring the sight of your glistening body in the dim light and moved towards the still open door, closing it quietly behind me. You lay there, naked and alone on the bed but satisfied as the door closed and the room returned to silence and darkness.