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Prowling Ch. 02

By: mattwatt43



The following weeks were difficult not only for Vanessa but for everyone in the office. She was, as one person put it, constantly on the 'war path'. These were periodic moods of hers, and, unknown to her associates and subordinates, always corresponded to those times, when she went 'prowling' and let out her 'Nessa' personality.

In the wake of this past experience, she was more determined than ever to keep 'Nessa' under wraps and just get all that 'shit', as she described it, under control. She had, to use her own words, 'prowled' for the last time. 

A part of her mind still insisted that the incident with Dave and his middle aged, rednecked pals was the hottest sexual encounter that she could remember. But she suppressed that kind of knowledge or acknowledgement also. She simply set it aside and went into one of her periodic celibacy periods. (Is how she referred to them.) The result was almost always the same: her energy was put into work and making sure that the work was being done timely and in as correct a fashion as humanly possible.

During those weeks, she ruled her roost at work and made constant demands on the crew that worked under her. She got results also! People tiptoed around her and tried to anticipate what was wanted or needed, in order to not come under her withering stare.

Her newly shaved head only leant to the whole mystique. It made her look more formidable, in a way, and exotic. It simply added to the 'hard assed' image that she was interested in projecting at work. 

Part of this syndrome, that had become so normal for Vanessa that she didn't notice how difficult she was being, was brought home to her by her secretary, Gail. It was that time of the morning, when she'd been giving Gail instructions about the day's events. As Gail was leaving the office she ventured, and was perhaps the only one in the office that could get away with it:

"Are you okay, Ms J?"

Vanessa looked up and smiled; she did like Gail very much.

"Why, yes, why?" Vanessa asked.

"You seem to have been so much on edge these past weeks," Gail answered.

Vanessa sucked in a soft breath, realizing that Gail had indeed picked up on the storm and stress within her for the past few weeks, since her latest 'prowl'.

"It's nothing," Vanessa said, with a smile, "Just some personal things, and they are fine now."

"I must say," Gail continued, changing the subject to a more pleasant one,"That those lovely hoop earrings are marvelous with your new look."

Vanessa looked up at Gail a look of inquiry on her face.

"I mean the shaved head look and all; very mysterious, really exotic, and the loop earrings that you've been wearing really add to the look. I like it!"

Vanessa was prodded out of her personal reveries by what Gail had said. She said 'thank you' with a smile and Gail was gone. It was only then that she realized the truth of what Gail had said: she had been wearing those earrings, 'his earrings' every day since she'd gotten them.

"Ohhhh," Vanessa moaned and sat in her chair. She didn't like this; didn't like this at all. She spoke to herself then:

"Ignore the earrings, tomorrow I'll wear different ones; it means nothing, nothing at all."

She sat back in her chair feeling more satisfied that she'd allowed herself that little reverie but had a momentary notion that maybe it was more than the 'nothing' that she proclaimed it to be. She shoved that thought back into the dark closets of her mind as quickly as possible and got on with work.

The next morning Gail greeted her with her customary cheery politeness: "Wearing your loops! I see! Lovely!"

Vanessa tried not to look shocked but when she got into her office, she simply leaned against the door with her hand over her eyes.

"Done it again, girl!" she said severely to herself. "Wearing his earrings! Damn it! Straighten up!"

But the major shock for Vanessa was still to come that day. It was in the afternoon that Gail buzzed Vanessa on the intercom to tell her that Mr David Ross was there to see her. Vanessa didn't immediately recognize the name but thought that he might be a sales rep, since some of her suppliers had indicated that they'd be sending new reps to see her.

She got up from her desk and walked forward, as the door opened and Dave from her 'Nessa' evening encounter entered her office. Vanessa was too shocked to say anything right away.

He stood and let the shock settle in, only smiling at her.

Finally, Vanessa pushed her shock away and said softly:

"Mr. Dave, . . ."

She hesitated as he looked at her, still smiling, and seemed to be enjoying her discomfiture. 

"I'm sorry," she said, finally, pushing a smile onto her face. "Nice to see you . . .er . . .sir?"

She realized immediately what she said and how she was simply lapsing into the old way. She tired to shake it off but he spoke up then, not giving her a chance.

"Very lovely, Nessa, very pretty, exotic even, with the gorgeous bald head and the looped earrings. Nessa, you are beauty itself."

"Thank you, sir!" she said, without thinking and immediately got angry.

"Why are you hear? I don't want to do this!" she said all in one breath.

Dave just smiled at the agitated woman, who was looking caged in her own office just then.

"But I think that you do! Maybe not enough right now but the feeling will grow and you'll want to act on the feeling. Nessa, I can guarantee that."

"Don't call me that!" she rasped at him.

His eyes flashed and he barked at her: "Shall I slap you, girl? You think you're okay, protected here in your office? Do you want me to out your little 'Nessa' games to all your co-workers."

Vanessa lost ground immediately. She realized, quickly, that it wasn't so much his threats, although they were potent, but the very tone of his voice. She was getting lost in it, losing ground.

"Ohhh," she wailed, her face in her hands then, "I don't want to do this, I don't, I don't!"

"Not now, pretty Nessa, now just now but I guarantee that you will want to do it, and soon, and,when you do, you'll need to find 'Massa Dave'! Won't you?"

He waited for a moment and said to her softly: "Now, Nessa, if you don't answer Massa Dave right now, I'm going to slap you and humiliate you in front of your pretty secretary. You don't want that, do you, honey?"

"No, Massa Dave," she said softly, losing the battle, and so quickly, all her reserve and resolutions gone that quickly, "Dis nigger don't want dat no how, Massa Dave!"

"Better!" he said to her. "But we don't want that now; we don't want that Nessa here now; it's not why I'm here. So, dear, take a moment, compose yourself, we both know what just happened, don't we?"

"Yes, Massa Dave, we does!" she said in her broad patois, making him smile broadly.

He reached out and touched her cheek; she flinched.

"No, no, sweet love, not now; we're not going to hurt our Nessa; that time might be coming, oh, yes, Nessa, we both know that but we're not going to hurt our Nessa now."

Vanessa stood like the proverbial animal in the car's headlights. She was shocked right to her core that he'd penetrated her defenses so quickly and so completely. She had thought that she was immune now, under control but realized, in a flash, that the storm and stress of the past two weeks were only barely hiding 'Nessa', who, it seemed, was lurking just below the surface, just below the surface.

"Yes, Massa Dave," she said softly, "It comin'; I knows that, jes knows that!"

"Good, Nessa," he went on, "Then we've got that settled; but let me tell you why I'm here."

She was paying close attention, since she really didn't know why he was there, or hoped that she didn't.

"When you're all ready, hot and steamed and ready to have a Nessa adventure, I want you to be able to find me. Do you understand, Vanessa?"

His using her name helped to bring her out of the Nessa control a bit but didn't alleviate the total situation at all.

"Yes, sir," she said, in her normal voice.

"So, I'll write down my number and my address for you. You just come around and I'll fit you into my schedule," he said.

"Yes, thank you, sir!" she said, not able to bring herself to use the 'Massa Dave' title, hoping it was a sign that she was regaining control but then Dave, a seeming master at this kind of game, did something that showed where the control really was.

"Now you just unbutton those lovely linen slacks and let them fall to your ankles; don't be a bad girl and try to be stubborn!" he said in an emphatic voice.

Vanessa was both taken aback at that and also outraged. She let out a small squeal of displeasure, however, when she realized that she'd done exactly what he'd told her to do. She had instant tears in her eyes, as she realized that, without even a thought or an objection, beyond the feeling of outrage that she'd felt, she had indeed unbuttoned her linen slacks at the waist band and let them fall to her ankles. She stood there, in front of this commanding man, in her own office, her pants around her ankles and her pearl gray panties showing.

A second before she was able to grab the slacks and right them, retrieving the situation for herself, he spoke again, and she automatically acted again:

"Panties down, Nessa, to your ankle, there's a good girl."

"Yes, Massa Dave," she said, giving in, just giving in.

She hooked her thumbs inside the waist band of her panties and pushed them down, past her knees and calves to her ankles, where they puddled along with her slacks.

"Turn around and bend over a bit, grab the desk," he said softly.

There was no resistance in her any more. She was caught by him, maybe had let herself be caught by him but in any event, she was doing what she was told to do. She assumed that position. He surprised her then by taking out a felt tipped pen and writing on her ass cheeks.

"Here it all is," he said, "My phone number and address. You just come along, when your hot and ready, Nessa, and we'll play some more. You'll like that."

"No," she said in a tiny voice, and he laughed.

"You say your 'no' now, but we both know honey that you will do it; the time will come and you'll be as hot as a pistol and you'll want to play the games again with 'Massa Dave'. I'll have some special surprises for you, when you do."

She croaked out a soft 'no' again but knew, as he did, that it wasn't really what she was feeling.

"So, look what I've done," Dave went on. "You will either have to have that lovely secretary of yours read off my number and address from your pretty, black ass or you'll have to do the double mirror trick. I wonder which one . . ."

She was trembling a bit, once he was finished writing.

"I have to go now," he said, "But first, call that secretary on the intercom and send her someplace. Do it, Nessa."

Vanessa bent over the desk a little farther, and buzzed Gail. She had no resistance left. She'd given in to him, was sick about it but realized that it had happened.

"Gail," she said softly, "Would you please go and get me a cup of coffee? You know how I like it."

"Yes, ma'am," Gail said.

"Now," Dave went on. "I'm just going to give you something to hold you over, and for being such a good girl."

Before she could react, he gave her a tremendous slap on the ass, followed by four more. She put her mouth against her arm and shrieked into her arm, as he slapped her naked ass.

"That'll have to do, until you're ready and come to visit me. Come anytime. If I'm busy, I'll just give you someplace to wait for me."

Saying that, he reached up and kissed her on the cheek, whispering as he did:

"Vanessa, you are the most beautiful of the beautiful!"

"Thank you, Master Dave," she said in her own voice.

"Now, when I'm gone," he went on, "You just shuffle into the bathroom and look at the decorations on your lovely ass. Don't you dare pull up your panties or your pants, until you've done that."

"I won't," she said, and she heard him leave.

It was a sign of her frame of mind that she didn't, when he'd gone, pull her pants or panties up. As he'd told her, she shuffled along the length of the office to the bathroom, the panties and puddled pants impeding her every step. She felt foolish but didn't even think of not doing it that way.

When she got into the bathroom, she looked at her ass in the full length mirror and saw the writing. She knew immediately that she'd use two mirrors to decode it and get the number and the address right. She did that before she had any time to change her mind. 

She shocked herself right them by almost automatically reaching her finger down and pushing them past her pubic hair into her pussy. She let out a huge sigh, realizing what she was doing and stopped.

She was on the verge of tears, when she heard Gail's voice:

"Boss? Ms J?"

"Yes, hon," Vanessa said, struggling for normalcy. She righted her panties and her slacks and then flushed the toilet before she went out.

"Sales Rep?" Gail asked pleasantly.

"No," Vanessa said, "Old friend, good to see him. Thank you for the coffee."

When Gail was gone back into her own office, Vanessa took the coffee into the bathroom. She knew that she could use the mirror from her purse and the floor length one in the bathroom. She never even thought of not getting the phone number and the address from her ass.

It took her about ten minutes but she finally managed to get the information. She used a handy wipe then, that was there by the sink but noticed that the writing wouldn't come off so easily. She sighed and left it there, determined not to think about it any more.

A little inner voice reminded her at that point that there was no way that she wouldn't think about Dave's visit. It would be there to haunt her, and, the voice whispered, for her to use.

She put her hands over her ears and refused to listen any more. 

Gail interrupted her then saying that she had the end of the month stats for Vanessa to review. When she was in the office she looked at Vanessa and said:

"Are you okay? You don't look well."

Vanessa smiled at the loveliness of Gail's concern:

"Just a little tired is all, I think."

Gail nodded and replied: "Maybe you should have a short day today? We're pretty much caught up around here just now."

Vanessa smiled at her lovely secretary, more of an assistant than anything else, and said:

"Yes, I think maybe you're right, Gail. Thank you for the concern."

She hugged Gail and then went about gathering anything that had to be taken home with her. 

"Call me, if you need at all," she told Gail, as she was leaving the office.

"Will do, Boss!" Gail said brightly, "But we're okay here, I believe. See you tomorrow."

As she left, Vanessa felt that Gail's concern might just have been the correct one for the day. An early day sounded like such a nice idea. Her mind was pretty much at ease, as she left the building, heading for her car in the parking garage.

Vanessa found herself releasing from her mind the many various concerns that were work concerns about tasks, reports and work to be done, farmed out, assigned and checked on. It was a pleasant feeling to let those things go.

It was only after she'd gotten her car and was on the way home that other ideas and concerns began to crowd her mind. Unbidden, almost out of nowhere, came the remembrance of the visit from "Master Dave". Vanessa even surprised herself with that form of address for him.

"Get a grip, girl!" she said out loud to herself.

But the unbidden answer came back to her: "It's who he is, nigger!"

It was like a slap in the face, and showed Vanessa that the idea of leaving work behind to have leisure for herself might not just now be the best idea. She attempted to push the idea of dealing with "Dave", making the effort to not call him "Master Dave", out of her mind altogether, but it lingered there. As she cruised home, her mind trotted out the picture of her, without complaint or gainsaying, releasing the waist band of her slacks and letting them fall to her ankles, exposing her panties to 'Master Dave'. It was suddenly there and Vanessa could feel herself becoming wet at the gusset of her panties, in reaction to the scene. 

"Oh dear!" she said, and her hand moved involuntarily to her thigh and just between them.

Vanessa shook her head and said a loud: "Stop it!" to bring herself around and began to concentrate only on her driving and the route that she was taking homeward. 

"Gotta get this junk out of my mind," she said to herself severely. "Just out of my mind."

(The often insistent inner voice put in its own two cents at that point: "Got his writin' on yo' black ass, girl!")

Vanessa moaned and said, again out loud: "Go away, Nessa; you're not wanted here!" 

Only to be answered quickly: "Nigger gal doan know what's good for her! Dat Massa Dave is good as gold for her, jes good as gold!"

Vanessa snapped on the radio to try to drive the voice from her mind. She was determined not to sink into all that shit again. But her determination was only met with the still insistent inner voice: "You hope!"

"Yes," Vanessa said out loud then, "I hope."

She could immediately here the voice of her inner Nessa laughing, almost cackling at Vanessa's vain hope.

At home she decided on a glass of wine, not too usual for her, and a hot bath. With a huge sigh, Vanessa sank down into the bubbly, hot water and let it surround her, caress her skin and sooth herself. She reached off to the side and took the fluted wine glass and took a sip of the sweet, white Rhine wine, and simply thought.

She wasn't trying now to censor her thoughts, just let them happen. She knew that this might just be dangerous, but she was doing it anyway.

Her mind was calm and fairly blank for a while, and then the thoughts, images began to creep in. Unlike her time at the office, she was alone now, relaxing and allowing the thoughts to come, if they would.

Her mind was flooded with those images, and they were, indeed, images of that evening at Master Dave's. Her thinking was crowded with the images of her trying to get away, those middle aged men with the white tee shirts and confederate flags, and erections, waiting for her, surprising her! Such were followed by the image of her being toted like an animal, her arms and legs fixed to the pole land her naked and fearful. The feeling was delicious, dangerously delicious for Vanessa, and before she knew what she was doing, her fingers were entwined in her pubic hair.

She let out a loud moaning breath, when her fingers penetrated her vagina and found their goal: "Awwwwwwww!"

The insistent alien voice was back and talking to her but this time, with the bath and the wine and the solitude, she was listening:

"Like those things, girl? Like them? Think of them! Taste them! Be them! Do them! It's the way you likes to be, our Nessa! Jes' the way you likes to be!"

The language trailed off into that awful slave sounding patois and Vanessa just listened to the voice and the slangy words and played with herself, one hand busy with her pussy and the other fiercely pinching a nipple. 

She came with a shout! And only then fully realized how she'd given herself over to the enjoyment of those dirty images, of her sucking cock, being beaten, being fucked, pissed on! With a throaty cry she came to the realization and pushed it all away:

"God damn it!" she almost shouted. "Get a fucking grip, Vanessa! You're not going to do that shit. Just not!"

And then, realizing that she not only had done it, but enjoyed it a great deal, she wept into her hands, long and hard. She thought at one point that she might even be sick from what she'd just done, what she'd just allowed but she fought that and was okay.

She got out of the tub and decided to go out to dinner, to be in a crowded place, where she wouldn't be alone with these dirty thoughts. 


Prowling Ch. 02



Her evening went fine but it was a struggle. She was fine and in control through most of the evening, at least the earlier part of the evening. She forced herself to pay no attention to the disgusting pull of her fantasies. She was fine, that is, until she undressed for bed, and then she saw, casually glancing in a mirror, the writing on her ass. Saw it! It was there and the reality of it took her by storm. 

"Oh, god!" she wailed, "What am I going to do."

She got an insistent answer to that question and without even thinking about it again, she picked up the phone and made the call. Still naked, breathing hard.

Dave answered and without any preliminaries she announced:

"I'm naked now, Master Dave, just naked and I want to thank you for writing on me."

"Writing where on you?" he asked softly.

"For writing on my ass, on my naked ass!" she said, knowing what he wanted to hear.

"What kind of ass?" he asked further.

She gave in and went on: "For writing on my naked black, nigger ass!"

"Better, girl!"

"Thank you, Master Dave," she said and struggled to finish: "But I'm not ready yet."

"I know that, Nessa, but you will be; you fight it, girl, but know that you're going to lose and you'll come to me. Know that."

"I'll try not to," she said, the determination rising in her again. "I'll try. Good night . . .Master Dave." She fairly forced herself to ring off that way, and, when she was done, sat, naked in her bedroom chair and cried her grief, and her longing . . .longing to be that dirty, dirty, sexy cock slave Nessa again!"

She woke quickly and glancing at the clock saw that it was 1:15 AM. She stirred and was restless, realizing the heat that was rising in her. There were simply times, and Vanessa never knew if it was from hormones, her thoughts and fantasies or what but she would wake in the middle of the night with the lust on her so powerfully that she could hardly stand it. But there was this difference now. In the past there was nothing to do but search the net, disgrace herself in chat rooms and fantasy sights that catered to her desire to be a slave to white cock. But now he was there and, without a forethought, she dialed his number.

She caught herself just in time. It had only rung once and with a loud sob she slammed down the phone, her fingers already entwined in the hair of her pussy. 

"Damn you, Nessa!" she growled, "Damn you!"

Then the phone rang, and she was as caught, instantly, as any animal in a trap. She hesitated only to the second ring and picked it up.

"Nessa!" his commanding voice said.

"Yes, Massa Dave," she said, "I'se so sorry to have bothered you."

"Feeling hot, Nessa?" he said quietly.

"Yas, suh," she drawled, "Feeling that night time heat, when dis Nessa wants what she wants, and den dis dumb nigger gal be botherin' you."

"We'll sort that out the next time we meet," he said.

"Too true, Massa Dave," she replied, "And dis gal needs to have dat black ass wupped!"

"Yes, Nessa," he said quietly, "We'll take care of that."

"You . . .you goan ta hep me out here, Massa Dave?" she asked quietly. "Got dis big lust on me and jes playin' with ma coochie ain't seemin' enough."

He gave her instructions then. She went to the computer, as he told her, the phone still in her hand, and turned on the chat program. When he appeared on the computer screen, she said in delight:

"Deres ma Massa Dave! Gonna hep dis bad nigger gal out now."

"Show yourself, Nessa," he said, and she posed for him, doing everything that she told him to do. She stood showing her naked front and then turned and showed her ass. When he told her, she bent from the waist to emphasize her ass cheeks. She reached around, glad she couldn't see him at the time, and with her hands separated her ass cheeks to show her pink ass hole.

"Does you like, Massa Dave?"

"Oh, yes, my Nessa! I like. Now, tell me, girl, do you have any toys there?"

She hesitated only a few seconds, when he said: "You'll get yourself more slaps, if you don't do what you're told here, girl!"

"Yes, Massa," she drawled, "And I'se goan to deserve those slaps; I got this malcom here with me, I calls it."

"Get it," he said, "Get your malcom."

She went off and came back with a more than life sized replica of a white man's cock and balls. It was stiff in erect form and a good eight inches long.

"Dis my malcom," she said softly.

"Put it in your mouth, Nessa; begin to suck malcom off," was his next order and she obeyed him right away.

"On your knees, girl! What the hell are you thinking?" he bellowed.

"Ain't thinkin, Massa," is what Nessa said, and scuttled to her knees, keeping her eyes on Dave, as she sucked more and more of the large white cock into her mouth.

"Nice, girl," he said.

"Yes, Massa," she answered.

"But not as nice as a room full of cocks to suck, is it, Nessa?" he asked.

"No, Massa Dave, dat what dis gal goan to want ta have agin! Dat's for sure, Massa Dave."

"Suck on it, Nessa," he ordered and she worked at sucking on the fake cock, getting more and more wound up in her sucking.

"Now, girl," he said interrupting her, "Set it on a stool and sit on it, fuck yourself with it now."

She moved, got a stool and gingerly, a smile spreading across her face, sat on the fake, erect white cock.

"Oh, yesssss," she crooned, "Not like dat Massa Dave's cock in my coochie but so nice, soooo nice!"

"Bring yourself now, girl, while I watch," her ordered and she became really active, soon enough, wailing her way into her orgasm.

She slumped to her knees, when she was finished.

"Take the cock," he said, "Lick it clean, Nessa, like a good girl."

"Goan do dat now, Massa, jes as you says!" she replied, watching Dave's contented face, as she licked her own wetness off of the rubber cock.

She sat there, once she was finished with malcom and he spoke to her:

"Very nice, Nessa; you're getting ready and will be soon. I want you to think about this, all of this; I want you to think about the fact that there are some issues that we have to work out. I want you to understand that you'll need to come to me soon and we'll work out those issues and you can play again. Do you understand, Nessa?"

"Ya, suh," she drawled, "Dis gal understands."

"Okay then," he went on, "I want you to call me from your office one day this week. I want Vanessa to call me and say to me simply: 'I understand.' Not Nessa, Vanessa. Is that clear, girl?"

"Ya, suh," she said, "Clear as can be, Massa Dave, and dis nigger gal wants to thank you for puttin' up wid this no acount gal tonight."

"You're welcome, Nessa; don't forget to have Vanessa call me!" he said softly.

"No, suh, won't, jes won't forget dat!" Nessa said and he was gone. 

She went to the shower, getting herself a glass of wine first. As the water poured down over her, she shook with the after effects, the powerful longing that, she knew, was only partially satisfied but the misery of it swept over her and she wept as she went back to bed.

She felt almost like she had a hangover the next day. Early on, during the day, she simply pushed it from her mind, determined to take a little time later to think it through a bit.

These moods normally radiated to those who worked with her and in her offices, and the results were normally fairly positive. Things went well, although it was a busy day, affording Vanessa little time for her personal agenda. 

It was early afternoon before she had some time. She'd had a session with Gail to go over the things that were pressing and the reports on work being done were pretty satisfactory.

"Good," Vanessa said, "I'm going to sit here and veg for just a little."

"The rest will do you good," Gail replied, "You've been pushing at it all day. I'll keep the vultures away from your door for the next half hour."

"Thanks," Vanessa said, "You're, as usual, the best."

Vanessa took the time. She moved from her desk to the alcove in her office where there were comfortable chairs allowing for a different kind of interface, than the traditional desk and chairs in front of the desk. 

Gail had come in with a cup of coffee for Vanessa, and she settled in the alcove, overlooking a park to think.

She allowed her mind to wander and the pathway that it chose for the wandering presented her with all of the 'Nessa' events of the recent past. It seemed that her life was a constant struggle between following the fantasies, making them as real for her life as possible, and hating doing that. Vanessa didn't think that she had an answer to that dilemma, that struggle. 

Her practical mind suggested that she might look at the current situation and see if there was any part of it that she could find to be positive. She surprised herself with the immediate thought that having a definite, known outlet for her 'Nessa' evenings was indeed far better than the old practice of going out 'prowling' and hoping for the best. From that point of view Vanessa realized that the time with Dave, conflicting though it might be, was more managed and, very probably, safer for her than her former practice, which in this light seemed to be down right irresponsible and dangerous. 

She smiled a rueful smile at this train of thought and said to herself:

"You are a sick woman, Vanessa!"

And, although she acknowledged the truth of the statement, in so far as it spoke of her sexual preferences, she also acknowledged the basic truth of the fact that doing such things, dirty things, 'Nessa' things was better within the framework that she'd currently arrived at.

She felt better for the thought, realizing that she still wasn't prepared to simply give in to that kind of existence as a way of life for her, all the time. She was still determined to keep 'Nessa' at bay, as much as possible, a course of action with which she had various degrees of success over time periods.

But with the thought in mind, she reached for the phone and made the call that had been implanted in her mind, and, she knew, was necessary.

He answered the call quickly.

"Mr Ross," she said softly, "This is Vanessa J."

He sounded pleased. "Ms J, how good of you to call."

"I wanted to say to you that 'I understand!'" she continued, knowing he would know what she meant, and, she hoped, appreciate it.

"Yes, yes," he said, "I thought that you would; I was counting on you."

"Yes," she said hesitating.

"Vanessa," he asked then, "Anything else?"

"Yes," she said, "I wish to also express my gratitude to you for seeing that these little scenes, uh . . .adventures, if I can call them that, are done with my safety in mind. I appreciate that."

"Well, aren't you nice!" he said to her then, "Thank you for saying so; I do pride myself in making that one of the main points for such 'adventures' as you call them."

"Sir," she went on, "I'm not . . .un . . .ready just now; I still have some thinking to do, as you might imagine."

"But you will be, I'm sure of it," he said, cutting across her declaration.

"Yes," she went on, "Well, I'm not sure when I'll be ready for that kind of thing again."

"I understand completely," he said, "You just come out here, when you're ready and, if I'm busy, I'll give you a place to wait"

"Thank you, sir, for your kindness," she said softly.

"We'll be in touch, Vanessa," he said ringing off.

She put the phone down and leaned back in the chair, trying to assess how she felt now. She realized that she as much as pledged him more 'Nessa' time, and she wasn't sure that she felt very good about it. But a part of her, a part of her mind, realized that she'd shifted just a bit her comfort zone about this and that part of it was fine. She also decided that she'd do without 'Nessa' for a while, just put her on the back burner, so to speak.

It was then that Gail interrupted her with some things that shouldn't wait. But by then Vanessa was ready for whatever was coming her way. She'd at least, with the call to Dave, gotten a handle for now on 'Nessa' and her wildness. 

"You look pleased," Gail said.

"Oh, just organizing my stuff, personal stuff," she answered, "It helps."

"Well, good for you!" Gail said as she put on the desks the items that Vanessa needed to look into. 

Almost as if fate were seconding the message, toward the middle of the afternoon, Gail announced that Mr Dave Ross was there to see her.

Vanessa found herself somehow pleased that he was there, and asked that he be shown in.

"Ms. Vanessa!" he said, entering the office, and he was carrying a bouquet of roses, which he held out for her.

Vanessa was pleased. "Why, Mr Dave!" she said, her hand going involuntarily to cover her mouth and her eyes filling with tears. "How nice!" she said, taking them.

"Will you have coffee or tea?" Vanessa asked, pointing him to the seating area.

"I can't stay long," Dave said, "I just came on a whim."

"Do you have time for me to speak to you for a bit?" Vanessa asked.

"Well, of course, I do, when you ask me," he answered.

"Do you mind if I have a cup of tea then?" she asked politely, never really losing the sheen of the way that she related to him in other circumstances.

They sat, once the tea was served, he having decided to have a cup also, and she spoke.

"Mr. Dave, I've been thinking today," she began, "I mean about us, about our . . .our relationship and the way it played out."

"Yes," he said, smiling and nodding, encouraging her.

"I want to say a word of thanks to you. You see, I am intelligent enough to know that my . . .uh . . .acting out these fantasies can be a very, very dangerous thing."

"They can, my dear," he said to her, nodding in agreement. 

"Well, it's just that, you see, with you, I have a kind of a secure, a safe context. I've never had that before," she went on.

She hesitated and he spoke: "I'm glad, Ms Vanessa, that you recognize the truth of that; it is, after all, certain, when you deal with me."

"Yes, thank you very much," she said, "I appreciate it." She put her hand over top of his, as she said this.

"It's so nice of you, dear, to express yourself this way to me," he said with obvious appreciation.

"I want to add," she said then, "That I don't put any . . .uh . . . restrictions on our . . .uh, interactions; none at all." She gazed at him, when she said that.

"Lovely," he said, "A most welcome and heartening declaration. I will make sure that you do not regret it. I will work to make our encounters always exciting!"

"Thank you, sir," she said, "And for the lovely flowers."

"Lovely flowers for a lovely lady," was his response, kissing her hand, as he rose to go.

She stopped him then: "Please, sir, one more thing."

"Yes," he said, sitting again. 

"It's that I need to apologize," she hesitated and he smiled.

"Yes," he said again.

"For the way that I spoke to you at the end of our last . . .uh . . .time together," she said, struggling but determined.

"You mean: 'Hit me now, hit me now, white boy, and I promise you on the grave of my Momma that I will come for you and I will kill you..'" he said smiling still.

"Yes, sir," she said chagrined.

"It came directly from my loathing for letting myself do that, and I simply projected that loathing on you . . .grossly unfair," she whispered.

"We'll deal with that the next time we're together," he said.

She nodded and said: "Yes, we should! And thank you again!"

He left then, kissing her hand again.

She only barely suppressed the desire to go to her knees and kiss his hand, and he seemed to know it, to sense it, smiling broadly as he left her. 

"Vanessa, what are you doing?" she whispered, getting no answer, and not really sure why his coming to see her moved her so. 

She worked that way for another week, keeping, constantly keeping her 'Nessa' at bay. It seemed that the whole idea of a context for her outings made her less frantic about it.

Then the scene with the special bag being packed for her transformation after work was repeated. Vanessa was less upset by it this time, with the whole issue of danger being reduced. In her mind she was going to 'Massa Dave's'. It was a more simple thing for her. She was apprehensive. She knew that deep down she didn't like being this way anymore now than she had before, although she would certainly admit to herself that the attraction for living out this fantasy was real for her. The fantasy was important; she had a safer place, a safer way to live it out; it seemed better.

She packed, that morning, a short black pleated skirt, her favorite, a white silk blouse that would be belted at the waist with a slim gold belt. Her thigh highs were going to be a smokey gray, her panties and bra matching pearl gray, with lots of lace on the panties. She packed the bag and was ready.

The day seemed to drag on for her, since her mind was constantly on what she'd be doing after work that day. But she, as usual, forced herself to concentrate. It was time for quarterly reports and her perusal of those showed a profitability that was gratifying. She was pleased with those, and they added to the special feeling of the day that she had. 

It was almost wrap up time, when Gail entered and asked if there was anything else that Vanessa wanted her to do.

"No, honey," Vanessa said, "You go and enjoy your weekend."

"Plans, Boss?" Gail asked, and Vanessa was pleased that her secretary/assistant couldn't see how readily she blushed at that enquiry.

"Goin' catting about this weekend," Vanessa said with a huge grin.

"Well, aren't you the cat's meow!" Gail said with a grin. "You enjoy and be careful!"

They both laughed at that, although Vanessa especially appreciated the aptness of what Gail had said.

Then she was alone. She closed up and went to the bathroom that was off of her office. She stripped off her work clothes and stepped into the shower, pushing off the intention, the temptation to play with herself. 

"You wait, girl," she drawled in Nessa's familiar patois, "You goan be played wid dis night for sure! Dat's what I says!"

Vanessa laughed at herself at that point, and got dressed for her evening. 

She approached Dave's place and parked in the lane leading up to the she realized for the first time, very large house. The phrase that she'd used that last time, the lashing out at him, leapt to her mind, and she didn't try to push it away.

She was out of the car and walking up to the house with a spring in her step. Nessa was to the fore and she was not going to struggle at all. It was fantasy time for Vanessa, prowling time. 

She went onto the porch and rang the doorbell, waiting impatiently with just a tinge of fear fluttering around in her stomach. 

He answered the door fairly quickly and, obeying an instinct, she went to her knees immediately, kissing his hand. 

"Massa Dave," she said with great sorrow in her voice, "Dis Nessa ain't got no sense at all, speakin' to you way she did dat last time, and you jes showing her dat good time, all da time givin' her dat fantasy fulfillment. Dis Nesa, Massa Dave, she sorry! She down right sorry!" 

She kissed his hand again.

"What did you say, tell me!" he said softly. She didn't dare not comply, and said in a whispery voice:

"Hit me now, hit me now, white boy, and I promise you on the grave of my Momma that I will come for you and I will kill you."

Once she said it, she broke into tears.

"Dis Nessa, she needs dat wuppin' for sech talk! She do, Massa Dave!"

"Presently, we'll get to that but get up, girl, let me see you; you are a vision of loveliness."

Nessa smiled then and stood, to twirl around a bit for him.

"Pretty panties!" he said, after she twirled.

"Dese pretties, all dese Nessa pretties for dis Massa Dave!" she said happily.

"Well," he said then, "We're going to have a lovely evening, an exciting evening; don't you worry about those harsh words; we'll deal with them later."




Prowling Ch. 02



"Ya suh!" she said, smiling gratefully at him.

"I've been preparing for your coming here. I have to go on an errand but I have a special place where you'll wait for me. It'll begin our evening." he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to his back yard.

Off in the distance, she saw what looked like a ladder sticking out of the ground. They halted by what proved to be a large, deep hole.

"Massa Dave?" she said, frightened now, and knowing that she had no power at all to refuse him anything by now.

"Don't you worry, Nessa," he said soothingly, "This is the way that I want it, and I'll go down first."

"Ya, suh," she said, watching him descend the ladder and then getting on the ladder herself, climbing down into the hole.

He stopped her, as she got down the ladder far enough to be opposite his face. He put his hands on her panty covered ass and squeezed.

"Nessa, you are the most beautiful of the beautiful, exotic, alive, sexy, sensual and so accommodating," he said with appreciate, leaning to her then and biting her ass cheek through her panties, causing her to 'yip' with pleasure.

She climbed down off the ladder then and looked around at the large hole they were in.

"Here's where you'll wait for me," he said.

"Why, Massa Dave? Cin I ask?" she said softly.

"Of course, girl, because it's what I want," he answered.

"Ya, suh," she said, determined to not be a or cause a problem.

"Give me your clothes now," he said.

"Clothes?" she repeated.

"Oh, don't make me start to slap you so early in what can be a lovely, exciting evening!" he said with some exasperation.

It put Nessa, wholly into whatever he was demanding of her by then, into action quickly. She had the belt off and handed to him, then the blouse and her bra, followed by her skirt and her thigh highs, shoes and panties. He left her with no clothes on at all.

"Who are you now, Nessa," he demanded, "Tell me."

"I'se dis naked nigger gal, goan wait in dis hole in da ground for my Massa Dave' goan wait and not cause dem damn problems, suh! Not at all. Jes goan wait here naked and content."

He leaned to her and said: "Good girl!" Then he surprised her and kissed her.

Nessa loved it. In a quick mental turn around the kiss, lovely and long, pushed her Nessa into the background and Vanessa clung to him, following the kiss.

"Oh, I liked that!" she said, looking at him with appreciation, "Vanessa liked that."

"Wait for me!" he said and was gone up the ladder. 

Dave and the ladder were both gone; he'd pulled a kind of a screen covering over the top of the hole, and left her there.

Vanessa sat, naked in the dark hole and let the fear wash over her but was surprised that it was only temporary. After a bit she realized that she was humming.

"What you got to hum about, girl?" she said to herself severely.

"He's comin' back!" was the answer that she gave to her self imposed inquiry.

"Yes, and he's gonna beat your black ass," was the next accusation.

"Well," she reasoned with herself, "After that parting shot from the last time, I guess I deserve that."

The very mention of the 'last time' renewed in Vanessa the sense of sexual heat that was, for her, underlying the whole adventure to this point. She gave herself over to reverie then. She let her mind wander over the years, when she was brave enough to go out 'prowling', as she called it, to track down this fantasy. She had to admit that most of it was small time, furtive blow jobs given to grateful white men, who became scarce, as soon as they stopped cumming in her mouth. It wasn't what she was after, it wasn't the fantasy at all.

She knew that she was looking for attitude and that was rarely there. She also knew that the danger of doing what she was doing was one of the things that drove her crazy with these 'prowls' of hers. One incident was burned into her memory, and it had stopped her forays for almost two years. 

It was a kind of road house, she was leery of it but the fantasy was heavily on her mind and she went, telling herself that it would only be for a drink. She met a group of young guys in the parking lot, and never did get to the road house at all. They seemed to be having a good time and asked them to come with them. She took the chance. Off into the woods they went to a clearing. It was close enough to the road house to be lit from street lights there.

She no sooner went into the clearing with them than they became a bit uglier. They had her stripped naked in no time, and she was giving blow jobs almost immediately. It was as close to her fantasy realization that she'd ever really come on any of these ventures, and she went along with everything, got fucked by all of them. But they continued to drink and announced after a bit that they were going to get their rifles from the trucks and do some 'target practice with the nigger!' The guy set to watch her was drunk enough that he went off by the bushes to piss and Vanessa had gone in the other direction, getting away but was really scared.

It's this kind of thing that made her hate the fantasy so much, even though she pursued it. She hated the danger of it, just hated it. She could deal with the pervasive fantasy, that had dogged her all of her adult life. She certainly had her sessions, when she was so angry about the humiliation and degradation that she actually sought out that she would go into rages for a week at a time.

These were the thoughts that were moving through her mind in that dark hole, where she sat naked. 

And she could admit now, admit to herself, most importantly of all, that this situation with Dave, and his friends, of course, was different. It was, for her, the fantasy without the danger. She knew at that point that she wanted to explore that. 

She continued to hum to herself, surprised at the kind of calm that came over her with those reveries. She found that she loved the clarity of her thoughts, looking around and with a smile, blessing the hole he'd put her in that led her to the thinking that she'd done. 

She leaned back, hummed and waited. Mentally, she'd put the sexual heat of the evening on hold, but, she realized, only for a time period. She felt it was necessary to talk to him, explain it to him, tell him. She hoped he'd understand.

She heard, after a while, the screen rattle at the top of the hole and then the ladder appeared, with him coming down. She spoke to him then, and he recognized the difference in her immediately. It was Vanessa that he was dealing with there.

"Dave," she said to him, once he was down to the bottom of the ladder, "I need to talk to you."

"Vanessa?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Dave," she answered, leaning to him to kiss his lips briefly. "What I have to say is important. Please know, first of all, that I have no intention of not going through with this delicious evening and being what you want, demand, and I love. But I have to explain something."

"Well, here we are in my office," he said with a smile, "So make yourself comfortable and we'll talk. It might just be delicious. I mean, you still naked and me clothed.

"Oh, I like that too," she said moving in for another, longer, more sensuous kiss.

They did indeed sit and she explained it to him: her pursuit of the fantasy of being a black slave, nigger slave to white cock. She talked about all of the furtive times, when it didn't work, although, with a laugh, she admitted to enjoying giving those blow jobs. She spoke to him of the near miss with a potentially dangerous evening with the guys near the road house and her getting away. Then she spoke of their previous encounter and her sense that she was, in fact, taken care of, while the fantasy roamed free, and she could give in to it, give herself to it, emotions and all.

"Dave, I want you to know how much I appreciate that, the sense of safety that exists here. It's a kind of safety that lets me, and I should blush to admit it, be as slutty as I want. I don't know if this fits with what you want but I need to tell it to you from my point of view. That's important to me, especially since you showed up at the office and have been so attentive and nice."

"Wow!" he said, "Haven't you turned out to be the sexiest, loveliest, most practical gal around! Thank you for sharing that with me. It gives some really important perspective for me." He hugged her as he said it, and they broke the hug only to enjoy another kiss. 

He thought a moment and then went on: "I think that we need to re-direct this evening. Why don't we get up out of my 'office', get you dressed and we'll go out to dinner to celebrate?"

She'd thought of this possibility, while she was alone in the hole and she went to her knees and spoke. The transformation that she showed him was swift and brought a grin to his face:

"Massa Dave," she drawled, looking up at him from her kneeling position. "Dis black gal, dis nigger, yo' monkey girl used her mouf in a awful, awful way and spoke on you that shit about killin' and she so sorry, so sorry. She love to go out wid her man, her Massa Dave but she want to take what comin' to her for using those hateful, nasty words. Cin you do dat for yo' Nessa, can you, honey?"

Dave laughed and said: "You won't like my solution at all!"

"Goan' ta deserve what I gets, Massa Dave!" she said quietly and surprised him then by beginning to lick at the top of his shoes. He laughed and she looked up at him and said:

"Dis what dis gal knows to do for her Massa Dave! She knows dis, she does, and so she do it fa him! Dat she do!"

"You are a surprise at every turn!" he said with joy clearly in his tone. "But come on, we have this one order of business to take care of and then we'll get you all ready for a dinner out."

They went up the ladder then. He urged her to go up in front of him, stopping her half way to bite her in the ass.

"Eeeeeeee!" she wailed.

"I like that sound from my Nessa," he said. "Maybe I should try this again."

"Gonna bite dis monkey's ass agin, Massa Dave?" she asked with a smile on her face.

He answered by biting the other ass cheek and was rewarded with another loud shriek from her.

When they got up to the top of the hole, Dave covered it over again and said to her: "You come with me; we have this little score to settle."

"Yes, Massa," she said, "Dis nigger gal got one big mouf and she sure sorry to use it on you so!"

"We'll make it right now," he said, leading her out back of the house, where she saw a kind of frame was sitting. 

When they got to the wooden frame, he took her by the wrist and said: "Now you just behave and this won't be too bad; you give me trouble and I'll turn your black ass red."

"Yes, Massa," she said meekly, the fear creeping up on her now. 

He attached her wrists with duct tape to the frame. Then he put a spanner bar between her ankles. It kept her legs stretched a good three feet apart. He, finally, pulled on her hips and had her bending over a bit. Her position gave him access to her body totally.

She looked at him and said: "I'se sorry, Massa Dave!"

"I know," He said, "But, Nessa, we're going to do this and you'll remember not to talk to me that way."

"Surely will, Massa!" she said then, as he went in the direction of the house, leaving her there with her fear and anxiety. 

He was back with a long wood looking switch in his hand. As soon as she saw it, Vanessa began to sob:

"Sorry, Massa Dave," she said through the sobs.

"Now, Nessa, you say it; you say it again to me right now!" he ordered.

Barely able to get it out because of her crying, she said:

"Hit me now, hit me now, white boy, and I promise you on the grave of my Momma that I will come for you and I will kill you."

His first stroke with the long cane was exactly where her athlete like thighs meet the swell of her ass cheeks.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIEEE!" she screamed into the night.

"Say it again!" he ordered.

She was crying full out by this time but she managed it: "Hit me now, hit me now, white boy, and I promise you on the grave of my Momma that I will come for you and I will kill you."

The second was directly on her ass cheeks, getting a similar scream from her. She became almost incoherent with her crying at that point.

"Why are you crying?" he insisted on asking.

"Because I'm so wicked!" she said without hesitation.

"Be wicked," he said, "Say it again!"

It was garbled because she was crying so hard but she managed it one more time: "Hit me now, hit me now, white boy, and I promise you on the grave of my Momma that I will come for you and I will kill you."

Directly on the ass, was his next target; she shrieked.

"Again!" he demanded.

"Can't and won't, Massa," she said, "I don't talk to you dat way; not no more; sorry, sorry, sorry, can't and won't! You hit dis Nessa but can't and won't."

"Fine then," he said. "I think one more."

"Yes, Massa Dave, one more fa dis nasty, wicked girl! One more fa yo girl!"

He was in front of her and his last target was her nipples. The switch landed on her nipples and her knees gave way, letting her sag on the frame, and she pissed herself. 

He went to her immediately, and grabbed her from behind.

"Sorry, Massa Dave," she said, softly, "Bad girl here pissed herself; stinky now, jes stinky."

"I've got you," he said, releasing her from the frame and the leg spreader. He walked her slowly toward the house, half way there was a dirt pile.

"You wait right here," he said, when he was close to the house. 

He fetched the hose then and brought it toward her.

"Oh," she said softly, "Gonna make mud pies now, Massa?"

"Going to clean of Nessa now," he answered and turned the hose on, spraying her with the cold water.

She began to shriek and dance around, more than half of her noise was all out laughter. He joined in the laughing, as he continued to spray her off, until she was all washed off. He went to her then and took off the thin jacket he was wearing and put it around her.

She looked at him with a smile as he led her back toward the frame.

"Oh, again?" she asked, as they neared the frame.

"You'll just see," was his comment, as he attached Nessa to the frame again.

Once he had her in place and bent over he stepped up behind her. She was looking at him nervously over her shoulder, and shuddered, when he began to stroke the inside of her thighs.

"Ohhhh," she cooed, "I likes dat; dis Nessa likes dat for sure!"

"I thought you might, girl!" he said, "Pretty wet!"

"Been played wid so nice," she said, "Little beatin', little rinsing and now little playin' and all good from da Massa."

"Vanessa," he said to her, as he fit himself to the entrance of her vagina from behind, "You're such a treat!"

"So are you! So is this! All of it!" she said, in her normal tone of voice. Then her words simply melded into a soft wail, as he sunk his erection home into her pussy. 

"Feel it!" he said through clenched teeth, "Feel it, Nessa! Feel it!"

"Doin' me now!" she announced to the whole world, it seemed. "My Massa Dave is jes doin' me now! Doin me fine! Doin' me nice! Jes like downtown! Doin' me!"

He reached around, as she bent in front of him, and grasped a nippled and played with it.

"Oh, yes, this is it, just it!" Vanessa crooned, as he hurried his movement and began to cum. He pulled out at the last moment and came all over her back and her ass.

"Oh, yesssssss," she crooned to him, when they were done. "Need to be hosed off again!" she said, grinning.

He released her and began to walk toward the house again.

"Kidding! Kidding," she wailed, "Just kidding!"

"Quiet!" He ordered and then he deposited her in the dirt pile and got the hose.

"Oh, Massa!" she wailed as he turned on the hose, wetting her down and creating a mud puddle all at the same time. Eventually she sat there and looked at him, a smile split her face. He laughed out loud.

"There she is, sitting in a mud puddle!"

"Dat's what dis dirty gal needs," she said, and, as he watched and laughed, she actually rolled around in the mud, covering herself with the mud in the process.

"That's it," he said.

"Yes, Massa?" she asked. "Cin you hose dis gal off again?"

"No," he said, "Nessa we're going to go and play. I'll call the guys and take you to where you can be of use."

"Ya, suh," she said, "Dis black gal gets to be dat entertainment."

"We'll make it a surprise," he said.

"Do I gets to clean masef?" she asked.

"Of course not," was his reply. "You just get up and come with me."

He was already on the phone, calling his friends from the last encounter with Vanessa. He told them that he was done with his work and would stop over for a drink, since they were all together.

He took Nessa by the wrist and walked her toward the truck.

"But, Massa," she said, "I'se so dirty and muddy."

"I have just the answer for that," he said, showing her, once he got to the truck, that he had, in fact, a rather large cage in the back of his pickup truck.

"Cage?" she said surprised. 

"Cage," he said.

"Ya, suh," she said, grinning, "Put dis wicked black gal in date cage and take her as an entertainment gift."

"Exactly," he said, opening the cage for her and letting her crawl inside.

They were in fact sitting on the patio at the back of the house, when he arrived. He backed into the drive way, so that the back of his truck was close to the patio entrance. They hailed him, as he arrived and walked out to see him.

"Hey, Dave," his host said, "What's up?"

"Brought some wild life," he said.

"Where?" he was asked.

"Right here in the back of the truck," he said, standing by the back fender, as they approached. 

"Son of a bitch," someone said,"Look at that!"

"Fuck!" another offered, "Can't believe it."

"It's that fuckin' Nessa, monkey!" a third voice said.

"Evenin', Massas!" she said politely.

"Fucking woman is muddy!" the host said then.

Dave laughed, "Yeah, she got that way over at my place; but we'll just hose her off and then everyone gets his cock sucked and everyone gets laid. Our afro-Ameican business woman gets to be the black cock sucking slut again tonight." He turned to her and said:

"Right, Nessa?"

"Yes, Massa Dave," she said. "Whatever you wants for yo Nessa."

Dave laughed and the others joined him. Then they opened the door of the cage and let the naked woman crawl out. 

On the way to the house, where the men were, Nessa was once again humming to herself. The small voice had said to her: "Girl, you're plumb crazy!"

But her quick answer was: "This is the fantasy, this is just the fantasy, and we'll fight about it, maybe later. Right now I'm going to enjoy it."

They directed her to the back of the house and stood her in the grass, getting out the hose. The next scene was again one with her squealing and jumping around in the spray of the cold water from the hose, until she was totally cleaned of the mud. She stood then and waited for them. 

One of the leered at Nessa and said, with a laugh: "Fuckin' bitch came back for more." He moved in her direction and said: "This time, girl, we'll string your black ass up and beat it black and blue. We'll fuckin' tar and feather your black ass."

Vanessa looked around wildly and with obvious fear, as he leered at her. But then Dave spoke:

"Hey, Ford," he said, "You're a fucking Neanderthal! Back off!"

"Hey," Ford complained, "She's just a nigger; she'll be used to it!"

"She's my guest," Dave said, "And I'm sure that you don't want to fuck with me!"

Vanessa took a step toward Dave at that point.

"What the fuck do you mean, 'your guest'," the man said, obviously nervous about the potential of making Dave mad.

"Just what I said," Dave said, "She agreed to come here to give you guys some cheer and then you act like an ass hole."




Prowling Ch. 02



"Hey, man!" Ford began but Dave cut across him:

"Fuck you, idiot!" he stared at the rest of them and they all looked sheepish at the fuss that Ford had started to make.

Dave turned then and took off his shirt and put it around her shoulders, as she huddled against him.

"Come one, sweetheart," he said, "We're leaving. You don't need this shit!"

"Hey, man, I was just . . ." Ford began but again Dave cut him off:

"Stuff it, Ford; you acted like an idiot and we're leaving."

The others just nodded. One of them walked up to Dave and said: "Hey, we'll talk."

Dave nodded and led Vanessa away to the truck. He opened the door for her, as she slid in.

She was looking at him with big eyes, getting the courage to set aside the fear that had been growing on her and speak to him.

He spoke first: "I'm sorry about that. I know how it was before; it was a wild thing but this is different. There was no need for that from him."

She leaned against him and said: "Thank you, Dave!" Then she sobbed her fear away against his shoulder, as he left the area.

They got back to Dave's and he helped her out of the truck. 

"I'll get your clothes," he said softly but she put a restraining hand on his arm:

"Did he ruin it?" she asked simply and he smiled at her:

"Of course not; didn't ruin anything," was his smiling answer. "You have to work tomorrow, right?"

"Yes," she said simply.

"Time to turn into pumpkin then," he quipped.

"Gee, from slave to pumpkin in one night," she put her arms around his neck as she said this.

He kissed her neck, and she whispered to him: "The slave has one more thing in mind; may I please?" As she said this to him, she sank to her knees. His method of consent was to simply put his hands on her head, holding onto her softly, as she retrieved his cock from his trousers.

"Hmmm, soft man," she said to the cock. "We'll see if we can bring you out to play with Vanessa." When she said it, she began to lick his cock up and down, and then put the entire thing in her mouth to encourage it to grow, which it did readily.

His cock hard, she began to suck in in earnest. He had his eyes closed at the wonderful sensation. She took her mouth off of it and played with it, speaking to him:

"Cum how?" she asked politely.

"On you this time, I think," he said.

"Oh, decorate me!" she said with some enthusiasm.

"Yes, lovely Vanessa," he said to her, in an acknowledgement of what was going on and who was involved. 

She went back to actively sucking his cock, her head bobbing up and down on it faster and faster, until he began to cum. She pulled it out of her mouth and let him cum in her face, on her head, and on her tits.Then she sat back and grinned at him.

"You wait and I'll wash you," he said to her.

"Ohhh, how nice," was her answer. She waited and he came back with a wash cloth and a towel, to clean her off.

She went to his arms again, before getting into her car. "Thank you again, Master Dave!" she said. He smiled at her, as she left.

There was less 'sturm und drang' for her that night. She was really tired but not railing against what had happened. There seemed to be some perspective to it somehow, that wasn't there before. She had to think about it, she realized, to decide if she liked that or not. She treated herself to a bath and a glass of wine, and thought.

She let her mind wander through the incidents of the day and the past, slowly. She realized that the fantasy, the urge, her willingness, eagerness to be seen as and act as a slave had not abated. What did, it seemed to her, was that the fantasy was now directed. She wasn't completely sure what the change meant but she acknowledged that the change was there. 

As she thought about it, the impression that she got was that 'Nessa,' was purring.

"Maybe this is good," she said out loud, lounging in the water. "It's certainly safer," came the voice again to her, pushing her memory for an instant to that dark night, with her running away naked from the drunken group, who went to get their rifles. 

"Yes," she answered consciously, "Certainly safer."

She let it all go and let her mind go blank and drift. Vanessa felt strangely at ease just then, and liked the drifting feeling.

"I think that I like this!" she said out loud, sipping the wine again, when the phone rang.

"Hello," Vanessa said softly.

"How are you, Vanessa?" Dave's voice asked.

"Relaxing," she said, "In the tub. Glass of wine and all just now."

"Sounds lovely," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, . . .uh, . . ." she stammered, realizing that she didn't know what to regularly call him.

"Dave," was all that he said. "When it's us."

"Yes," she said softly, "Dave, I am."

"Sorry that it got ugly," he said next.

"Ugly is where we began; ugly is the way it was supposed to be, the way it was supposed to feel," she said next.

"Yes, you're right about that," he admitted, sounding non-committal just then.

"And it was exciting, when it was ugly like that," Vanessa said.

"Yes," he agreed.

"But I hated it," she went on.

"I'm sure that you did," he affirmed.

"Tonight wasn't that way," she said next, "It's what I've been sitting here thinking about."

"Are you very sore?" he asked, concern in his voice now.

She laughed a tinkling laugh, "Oh, my stripes, you mean;"

"Yes," he said chuckling with her. 

"Oh, I guess that I earned those, alright," she admitted. He laughed at that admission.

"Dave," she said then, almost whispering into the phone, "I liked it. The position, the fear of it coming, the pain, when it happened. I liked it . . .I mean, you doing it; I liked it. We can do that sometimes."

"Oh, yes," he said. "I only called to make sure that you were okay," he said then.

"Oh, I am, Dave," she said. "Call me soon?"

"Of course," was his answer and they exchanged phone kisses, before ringing off. 

The next day was a busy one. Both Vanessa and Gail were piled up with work in the morning, although they worked well enough together that the load was getting done. Gail went for a sandwich for Vanessa's lunch, and she worked through the noon hour. She got a few minutes of rest, after the big push was done and the work taken cleared.

Gail buzzed her on the intercom and said: "Boss, it's Mr. David Ross for you."

"Oh," Vanessa said, "Send him in."

He came in smiling and she went, without hesitation into his arms.

"Oh, I like this!" he said, "Having Nessa around is a treat always but being greeted by you the professional woman, all in charge and all, is just the cat's meow."

She responded by kissing his neck and 'meowing' into his ear.

"How are you today?" she asked.

"Good," he said, "And how's the lovely, lovely Vanessa?"

"For a while, out of my mind with work but we have it under control; can you sit a bit?" she said.

"Actually, I have an ulterior motive for this visit," he said, as they sat in the sitting area. "I have tickets for the opera tomorrow night. It's 'the Magic Flute' and I was wondering."

Vanessa clapped her hands together in her joy and said: "Oh, I love Mozart! Are you asking me, Massa Dave?"

"Yes, I am, Vanessa," he said, smiling at her use of Nessa's title for him. "You are so bad, woman!"

"You makin' me dat way, Massa Dave!" she drawled.

"No, I'm just taking advantage of it," was his words. "I'll pick you up? Curtain is at 8 PM. Can I come at 7?"

"Lovely!" she said. "Dress?" 

"I will be gussied up," he replied, "Black suit, white shirt, tie and all."

"Oh, I can dress up a little," she said then in almost a child's voice. 

"That'll be a treat!" he said to her. "But I do have work to do, and had better get to it."

They hugged and kissed one more time, before he left. When he'd gone, Vanessa was all a twitter about what she'd wear. One thought struck her as a possibility and she smiled at the thought of it. 

She looked lovely, almost regal in the form fitting, black floor length gown that she wore. It was a décolletage gown, allowing a nice amount of cleavage to show. It went to her ankles. 

She answered the door, when he came for her at 7.

"Spectacularly beautiful!" he said to her. "I brought a gift."

He gave her a box that had a pearl necklace and pearl dangly earrings in it, for her pierced ears. 

"Oh, beautiful!" she said, throwing her arms around him for a kiss. 

They passed a mirror on the way out the door, and she quipped: "Well, aren't we a handsome couple, and I've got a secret."

"What's that?" he asked, leaning toward her as a conspirator would.

"It's about what I'm wearing under this dress!" she said, and he began by running his hands down her back and across her ass cheeks, and then around the front of her body.

She was grinning at him, when he said: "Well, nothing at all, I see."

"You right, Massa Dave!" she drawled and they both laughed, as he kissed her and squeezed her ass cheek. 

The opera was wonderful, and they decided, afterwards to go out for a drink.

"Not 'Dave's Den' tonight!" he said.

She leaned her head against his shoulder then and whispered: "I like 'Dave's Den'."

"Some other time, love," he said, "I know just the place."

The place they went to was named 'Excaliber'. There were a number of people there in the darkened lounge dressed almost formally, as the two of them were. But there were also people in jeans. It was a mixed enough crowd that the dance floor had couples that were men and women dancing but also women dancing with women. 

"Very eclectic!" she said to him, as they sipped drinks.

"Yes," he answered, "And you outshine them all in loveliness."

She took his hand and kissed it, when he said that.

"I also think that you have an admirer!" he said next.

"Really?" she asked. "Yes, at the bar, the gal in the jeans and leather jacket, has been staring at you for a while."

Vanessa turned her eyes toward the woman mentioned. When they made eye contact, the woman smiled. Vanessa did the same. It was apparently all that the woman needed by way of encouragement; she came toward them, across the dane floor. 

The handsome young woman arrived a their table and smiled at Dave. She turned to Vanessa and asked: "I was hoping that you'd dance with me."

"Thank you for asking," Vanessa answered with a smile and continued: "But Dave makes all the decisions for us, for me."

"Does he?" the woman's eyebrows shot up, and Dave smiled.

"Yes, I do, Ms . . ."

"Rae," the woman answered, "Rae LaRue."

"Pleased to meet you, Rae," Dave said, "I'm Dave Ross and this is my companion Vanessa, but she prefers, I think, just 'Nessa'."

Rae looked down at Vanessa, who said simply: "Yes, just 'Nessa'."

Rae directed her question then to Dave: "Will you give me permission to dance with the lovely Nessa?"

"Of course," he said, "Nessa, dance with her."

"Yes, sir," Vanessa said with a smile in Dave's direction. 

On the dance floor, Rae took Vanessa in her arms, as a man would and led her in the slow dance.

"You are beautiful," Rae said, "Exotic too; I love your shaved head!"

"Thank you," Vanessa said.

"Are you his?" Rae wanted to know. 

"It certainly seems so," Vanessa answered.

"Happy about that?" Rae wondered.

"More and more all the time," Vanessa said, then Rae, who was holding Vanessa close changed the questions:

"What are you wearing beneath the dress? Or should I ask him?" 

"I think we'll ask him," Vanessa said.

They went to the table, after the dance and Dave asked Rae to join them. When she brought her drink to the table, she spoke up. Rae excused herself first to go to the ladies.

At the table Vanessa spoke up to Dave:

"Please tell me what you want me to do. I need that."

"I know, love," he said, stroking her hand. "I want you to let her do what she wants, as long as it's in my presence. I'll make that plain."

"Thank you, " Vanessa said, feeling a quick jolt of thrill from the new possibilities for the evening.

When Rae came back to join them, she spoke up to Dave:

"I asked Nessa what she was wearing under the dress, and she told me that I needed to ask you."

Dave smiled at Vanessa, who returned the smile and he said simply: "Tell her, love."

"Nothing at all!" Vanessa said.

"Oh, I like that!" Rae said. "Another dance?"

Vanessa looked toward Dave, who nodded and said: "Dance with her as much as you like. I enjoy watching the two of you."

"Liberties?" Rae asked then.

Dave smiled and said: "Of course! But keep in mind that I will get to watch whatever might happen between the two of you, and she will always ask my permission."

"Yes, of course," Rae said then, "That is so delicious. You are terribly fortunate in your choice of companion."

"That I am," he said, smiling at Vanessa, as he said it. Then Rae, taking Vanessa by the hand, went to the dance floor again. 

This time it was different. They danced well together, both of them were good dancers. They danced regularly for a bit and then Rae moved Vanessa so that she had her back to Rae, as they danced. Rae let her hands run down the sides of Vanessa's body, as they danced. The music ended and they went back to the table.

Rae said: "I'll be honest, I was hoping to be able to spirit her away from you and have her all to myself."

Dave laughed: "I don't blame you but I just don't think that's going to happen. You may ask her."

"Honey?" Rae said, hopefully.

"Dave makes the decisions for me," Vanessa said softly.

"I thought so," Rae said. "Well, another dance? And you don't mind?"

"No," Dave answered, "I like watching the two of you."

"This is a really laid back place," Rae said then to David, "May I expose her a bit?"

David laughed and said: "That would be wonderful."

It sent a jolt of thrill through Vanessa insides that they were talking in front of her, about her and not consulting her at all. It revved up the fantasy for her. She kissed David's hand, before she and Rae got up to dance.

"Good," Rae said, "Let's make this interesting for him."

"Lovely!" Vanessa said, as she went to the dance floor again with Rae. 

They danced the relatively fast dance near the table where David was sitting, his eyes glued, as were many others, on the two women dancing. It began with Vanessa dancing with her back to Rae and Rae running her hands down Vanessa's hips. The attention of many in the club was drawn to the two of them, as Rae began to slowly creep Vanessa's long, black dress hem up her legs.

Moving sensuously to the music, Vanessa kept her eyes glued on David's as her dress hem move up and up, revealing her calves, then her knees, and then Rae slowed the movement down so that it went only barely inches at a time. She got the hem to the middle of Vanessa's thighs and whispered to her:

"Pussy or ass?"

"Ma'am," Vanessa said, breathing a little harder now with the effort of dancing and almost being stripped in public. "You must decide."

"The pussy I'll keep for myself, and your David," Rae said, licking at Vanessa's neck, "Turn around now and we're gonna moon the audience."

Vanessa blew David a kiss and giggled as she moved. Rae kept her hold on the material. As Vanessa moved, there were some audible sighs of disappointment.

"They're watching!" Rae said softly.

"Goodie!" Vanessa said them wiggling furiously in time to the music, as Rae pulled once again on the hem of the dress, only this time exposing to everyone that Vanessa wasn't wearing panties! Vanessa ended by wiggling her naked ass for the hole room. The audible sigh was there again but for a different reason.

"No panties, indeed, bad girl!" Rae said. "And you know what happens to bad girls?"

"They get spanked," Vanessa said, leaning to kiss Rae, as the music came to an end.

As they approached the table, they found that David was applauding for them. A slow tune came on and David said to Rae: "I'll take her out for one now."

He held out his hand and he and Vanessa went out to dance.

"Oh, thank you!" Vanessa whispered into his ear. 

"Excited?" he asked.

"Almost shaking!" was her answer. "I'll do whatever you tell me to!"

"You already are. I think we should leave now, and ask her to go with us. I want to watch you do her."

"Yes, Master," Vanessa said, applying her lips to his neck.

"Tell me, Vanessa," he said, "Do you like this?"

"I love this; all my buttons are in your hands," she answered.

"Well put," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her from the floor.

To Rae, once they were back at the table, he said: "We're leaving; will you come with us? Follow us?"

"Love to," Rae said, "I was hoping that I wasn't finished with lovely Nessa."

"I don't believe that you are," David said, "But remember . . ."

"Yes, I know," Rae said, smiling, "You watch."

"Precisely!" he said and they left. 

They were driving away and Vanessa said, almost breathlessly: "Oh, she's riding a motor cycle! That's exciting!"

He stroked Vanessa's face and said: "Really turned on?"

"Yes, sir," she said, lapsing easily into her subservient role with him.

"Want her?" he asked then.

"If you say that I can have her," she said softly. She turned to him and said: "Please don't think that I forget that."

"I know, love," he said.

"She asked me, when we were dancing if I would leave you to go with her," Vanessa said then.

"And?" he prompted.

"I told her that I wouldn't do that and if she asked again, I wouldn't dance with her," was her answer.

"My Vanessa," he said.

"So it seems," she said, smiling and kissing his hand. She then reached out and stroked his erection through his pants.

"Oh, nice!" she said. "That's what I want." Then lapsing quickly repeated:

"What dis Nessa wants so bad!"

He laughed, and she kept her hand on his cock all the way to his house.

They arrived at Dave's place with the motor cycle close behind.

Rae was with them in a minute. She looked around and said:

"Lovely, here?"

It was quiet and his rather large house was remote.

"Right here," he said.

With no hesitation at all, Rae stepped up to Vanessa and kissed her. As they kissed, Rae's hands wandered down Vanessa's back to rest on her ass cheeks, squeezing, pulling the cheeks apart and playing with them. They broke the kiss and Rae said:

"Can't wait! Now, girl!"

"Yes, Miz Rae," Nessa drawled, "Now it be."

"You do the work, girl!" Rae said.

"Yes, Miz Rae," Nessa said next, beginning by removing Rae's boots and socks.

When that was done, Vanessa slipped Rae's leather jacket off and her shirt, and then her bra, leaving the pants until last. When Rae's tits were exposed, Nessa licked each nipple and munched them with her lips.

She undid the belt buckle on Rae's jeans next and pulled the jeans down and off. Rae was wearing a pair of boy leg, red lace panties.

"No hands now," Rae said, and Nessa, smiling over at David, who was watching, repeated: "No hands for dis gal now!"

She struggled then, using her teeth to pull the panties down and eventually off, first one side and then the other, until the task was done.

"Bravo!" Dave said, when Nessa had finished pulling Rae's panties off. 

When Nessa had the lovely biker gal naked, she undid her own dress and took it off, handing it to David, and then turned back to Rae.

"Now . . ." Rae said with great difficulty, as Nessa bent to her task.

Nessa reached behind Rae and framed the biker's ass cheeks with her hands as she licked her way through Rae's nest of pubic hair.

"Yes!" Rae said insistently, but then she moved so that Nessa was on the ground and ready for her. Rae placed herself so that she could eat Nessa, while being eaten herself.

David watched with a soft and satisfied smile, as the two lovely women entwined, a picture, a scene of black and white entwined together, eating each other, the contrast almost beyond the lovely, with Rae's flawless white skin next to Vanessa's dark brownish black skin. It all made him smile: the sight itself, the lovely wet noises they were making, the guttural throat noises that especially Nessa was making, as she ate and was eaten by Rae. 




Prowling Ch. 02



Rae came first and then Nessa, both with noise only suppressed by the fact that the noise was made into the pussy of the other woman. They rolled away from each other then, languidly.

Rae raised herself on her elbow and smiled at the dark skinned woman next to her and said: "Care to go for a ride on the bike?"

Nessa's head whipped around and she faced David, looking avidly at him.

"Yes, of course," David said, as the two women dressed, with Nessa still dressed in her opera gown.

When they were ready, David said to Rae: "Rae, a word."

"Where are you taking her?" he said.

"You know?" Rae asked. 

"Of course," he said, "I would too."

"I know where some kids hang out; if they're there, I'm going to feed her to them. Do you mind?" Rae asked.

"No, I don't," he answered, "Just remember: no hurting her. No spanking or anything like that. That only happens in my presence, maybe later or another time but that's basic."

"Yes, I agree," Rae said. She turned then to Nessa and said: "Ready, girl?"

"Oh, I don't know," Nessa said.

"You just hang on to me," Rae said then, as she got onto the bike and Nessa climbed on behind her, pulling her dress way up to almost her hips so that she could do the riding, and they were off with a roar. 

Of course, David followed them at a distance, as Rae expected he would. They rode on the bike for a number of miles, with Vanessa's face at Rae's back, her hands around Rae's middle and her thighs pressing against Rae's ass.

"You feel so good," Rae said, slowing the bike down finally. 

As they went slowly up a kind of hill, they heard some voices up ahead. They came into a clearing and saw a group of four kids, teen agers standing around and drinking beer.

Vanessa looked at Rae questioningly. Rae said quickly: "I told David, he said it was fine."

Vanessa only nodded. She was once again directly faced with a fantasy. There was no doubt in her mind that Rae meant to 'give her' to the kids who were drinking. No doubt in her mind at all. She could feel herself getting wet at the very thought. 

The kids look, warily at first, at the approaching bike, until they realized it was Rae.

One of the kids sang out: "Hey, Rae! Are you going to change your mind tonight and let us have some pussy?"

"Definitely not," Rae said with a grin at the guys and greeting them all. Then she went on:

"But look here; I've brought some pussy with me tonight and I think that you guys might just be lucky."

She introduced Nessa, and, when Nessa was off of the bike simply said to her:

"Girl, give me your dress."

The guys stood and watched simply wide eyed, as the beautiful black woman took off her long black dress and stood, expectantly naked before them.

"You fucking us?" one asked Rae.

"No, she is," Rae said with a barking laugh, accepting a beer from them. Then to Nessa she said: "Honey our friends need some convincing and I think that you sucking some cock is just the thing to do the convincing."

Nessa sighed, smiling at the kids, her nakedness shimmering in the evening light and the fantasy for her simply building and building. 

"Well guys," she said to the group of motionless, stunned kids. "Looks like someone gonna have a good time."

"Oh, fuck," one said, as Nessa approached him. Never having seen a naked black woman before, he, like the others merely stared. She reached him and went softly to her knees. In a minute, she had his pants unbuttoned, his zipper down and his cock out.

"My, my," Nessa cooed, "He's so happy to see me; let's see how dis big boy tastes."

She licked the head of the cock and quickly engulfed the whole thing, correct in her thinking that they wouldn't last very long with her working on them. Nor did he.

"Mmmm," she said, "Tasty, number one," and she moved on to the next, who said a simple:

"Well fuck!"

"Soon," Nessa said and got the next cock to play with.

Rae watched, reveling in the contrast between Nessa's marvelous nakedness and the boys, who were completely clothed. She stared as Nessa sucked off the second one and then went to the third.

Off in the back David stood too, having followed and watched the erotic scene, as Nessa sucked off her third and went on to the last. When she was finished with the last guy, Rae stepped in and arranged them. At her command, Nessa got herself down on all fours and they began with her that way. She had one in her pussy and one in her mouth. In a few minutes they switched and each got a chance to cum in Nessa's pussy.

Then the next pair moved in for the same kind of treatment. When the fucking was done, the guys made their excuses and, still grinning, moved away. Nessa simply knelt in the clearing, almost, at that point, too tired to move.

Over her shoulder then Rae spoke: "David?"

"Yes," he said simply.

"I'll leave her to you," Rae said. 

"Yes, fine," David said. Then he gave Rae a hug and she promised to see them again. She went to the kneeling woman and got Nessa up and surrounded her with her arms, giving Nessa a parting kiss. 

It was then that Nessa realized that Dave was there.

Her bubble, the bubble of her fantasy burst suddenly and completely. She knelt there naked, and covered with cum, they'd begun to cum in her face, during the last paired fucking sessions.

He stood by her for a second and she spoke her misery: "I'm tired . . .I smell . . .I'm disgusting! Oh, David! Why do I do this?"

"Come with me, love," he said, reaching down, he had a towel that he'd brought with him and cleaned her face and shoulders off. He took off his Chambray shirt and put it on her, and then scooping the now wailing woman up off the ground, he carried her away.

"Rae?" she asked.

"Gone," he said.

"Good," she said, "Don't want . . .don't want people to see me this way."

She put her face against his shoulder and cried: "David, I'm so sorry . . .so sorry!"

"Hush! Hush!" he said to her kissing the side of her face.

He placed her in the car, and let her lean against him, as he drove back to his place. He left the car in front of the barn where it was normally parked and went around to get her. Once again he scooped her up in his arms and carried her. As they approached the house, she saw a stone patio that was by a pair of sliding patio doors. By those doors was set an old fashioned, footed, high backed tub. It was filled with warm water and bubbles. Vanessa looked at it and let out a sigh:

"Ohhhhh!' she said softly, "Oh, David! How nice!"

He gently put her into the tub then. There were tall candle sticks on either side of the tub, which he lighted. He began a slow, methodical washing of her. He used a soft sponge and lovely scented soap for the task. 

Vanessa leaned back, a smile on her face, knowing that the black cloud was being pushed away, receding. She lifted her arms and let him wash.

She stood at his command, her arms up in the air, the slight breeze in the night feeling good against her skin. She smiled and glanced at him, as he washed, now her back and then her breasts and stomach.

"No one has taken care of me like this!" she said and the phrase, repeated, simply whispered away into the night as a sighed "Nooooo one!"

He gently washed her pubic area and between her legs and then turned his attention to the cheeks of her ass and down her legs.

"I think I need to grow my hair," she said to him and to the night.

"Of course, love," he said.

She turned and said: "You'll shave it again, if you need?" There was a look of concern on her face. She didn't want him to think that her thought was a repudiation of him.

"Of course," he said smiling and lightly kissing her.

He was done then and held up a huge purple bath sheet towel. She stepped out of the bath and into the towel and let him wrap it around her, rubbing and getting her dry with it. 

"You'll stay tonight," he said. It was a statement, not really a command but spoken out of his concern.

"Yes, if you'll let me," she said, "That will be wonderful."

With his arm around her shoulder, he led her inside, through the patio doors into the bedroom.

"This is lovely," she said softly.

"You are lovely!" he answered her and sat her down on the bed.

He lay her down on the bed then and produced some oil of Olay that he began to use, first on her back, neck and shoulders. Vanessa let out a huge sigh, as he covered her with the sweet smelling oil, rubbing it in.

He paid attention to her ass cheeks and then her thighs and legs, turning her over then to do her front.

When he was finished and had dried his hands, he said: "Sleep time, girl."

"No, please," she said holding her arms out. He sat by her on the bed to listen to what she wanted.

"Please, David, no one touched my . . .my ass; please won't you? I want you to make me yours, to claim me, to take me away from that scene and them, all of it, including Rae. Will you please?"

His answer came in the kiss that he gave her. They lay on the bed for a few minutes involved in the kiss. He rose then and took off his own clothes.

"This is so nice," she said, noting the moonlight streaming into the bed room."

Then he rolled her over and began to kiss the cheeks of her ass. She sighed into the pillow as he proceeded, deeper and deeper into the cleft of her ass.

"Oh, yesssss, this is the Master now!" she cooed, "Not boys or girls! This is the master!"

His tongue lapped at the rose bud of her ass hole, and she moaned her delight. Then he used some k-y and pulled her on her hips, to get her into an all fours position.

He pushed himself into her, getting a small squeal from her and an outrush of breath, she said to him, her breath shallow and rapid:

"This is the claim! Master David's claiming his right here."

"To his Vanessa!" he said. "Say that, say it," he told her softly.

"Yes, to his Vanessa!" she said and pushed her ass back against him, exploding with her orgasm, just before his. 

He moved then and said: "I'll get a towel."

"No, please, please, I clean first! I do it!" she said holding onto his hips.

He moved the front of his body to allow her to take his slimy cock into her mouth. She watched him all the while she did it. Swirling the cock around in her mouth to clean it. He left then and came back with a wash cloth and towel, as well as a glass of sherry for her.

"Oh, thank you; you are so thoughtful!" she said, and got another kiss from him.

"I'm afraid, David, that I was rather active; I might leak," she said.

"No problem, I'll give you to Mickey," was his answer. 

She didn't understand until he held out a pair of sleep shorts that had Mickey Mouse on the front. Vanessa giggled! She walked around the bedroom modeling the Mickey Mouse sleep shorts and laughing. 

They slept together, spooned with him behind her, holding on to her. Vanessa reflected that she'd never felt quite so well taken care of, and she told him so.

She woke at 4:13 AM, by the clock. Her initial lack of orientation for where she was gave way to a smile, as she remembered the way that the evening ended for them. He lay deep in sleep next to her. 

Not even thinking of denying her impulse, she moved so that she could kneel between his thighs and began to give him a blow job.

"Whaaaa?" he said in a sleepy voice.

"Good middle of the night, David! Master David!" she said, "This is my answer to your claim of last night."

"Gorgeous, beautiful black woman in bed with me and she sucks cock like that!" he said with a sigh and lay back again.

"Won the jackpot, white boy?" she said.

"Might give her a spanking!" he said then.

"Eeeeep!" was her reply and she went back to sucking his cock.

She only woke slowly the next morning. It was a combination of the sun coming in through the patio doors and the smells that roused her. She opened her eyes slowly and saw him looking at her, a smile on his face.

She grinned at him with the sheet pulled up to just under her nose. Then she giggled and drew the sheet down to her waist and said brightly: "Boobs!"

"Crazy!" he said laughing.

"Oh it smells so good, David!" she said then, catching the morning smells. 

He went to the bed side then and held out a thigh length, white silk robe for her.

"Oh, thank you!" she said, putting the robe on and going out onto the bedroom patio for coffee and cinnamon rolls with him. 

"Rolls?" she asked

"I baked," he said, "One of my talents."

"Mmmmm, delicious!" she said, tasting one. 

She looked around in contentment, and espied a greenhouse back toward the trees. 

He saw her glance and told her that was his orchid house.

"This is all so lovely," she said, "I, uh, never noticed it before."

"You were busy then! Distracted!" he said with a smile.

"Yes," she laughed, "Distracted."

She got serious then and said: "David, I want to thank you for yesterday, all of it, the opera, afterwards, Rae, even those randy kids. Thank you for letting me get, uh, wild and still being there for me. I can't tell you how much that means to me."

He smiled at her, putting his hand over hers and said: "It's what I do for you, Vanessa."

"Only one of the things," she said, leaning over for a kiss. 

She said to him, after a second cup of coffee: "I hate to say this but I have to go in to work today."

"I know," he said, "I have things to do also. I've cleaned up your dress from yesterday. But have a track suite that you can wear to your place."

"Didn't wear it much," she said, with a grin.

"There is that!" was his reply.

She stood and said, going into his arms: "Please call me!"

"Of course I will," was his answer. 

She was at the office and her euphoria of the morning had faded. It was only her and Gail there today to clear up some reports and paper work. She took time to think a bit and realized that, unlike all of those other times, she was being plagued by personal recriminations about 'Nessa's' actions from the previous night. 

She decided that she needed to think about it, to try to get a finger on what was bothering her so much.

Gail knocked on the door after a few minutes and said: "Boss, these came for you, from Mr. Ross, I believe." She was holding in her hand a bouquet of roses.

"Ohhh," Vanessa said, and right then she knew. They put the lovely roses into a vase and Vanessa sat down heavily on one of the sitting area chairs.

"Sit with me, Gail," she said, sighing.

"Vanessa, are you okay?" Gail asked. It was a sign of her concern that she used Vanessa's first name.

"Oh, I'm struggling with a funk," Vanessa answered.

"Work? Reports? Production?" Gail asked.

"Much worse," Vanessa answered, "I'm mooning over a man."

Gail began to grin broadly.

"Oh, no you don't, Missy!" Vanessa said, breaking into a smile herself. "Don't you go getting that joyful look on your face now!"

"Whooppee!" Gail said, "The Boss is in love!"

"Stop it!" Vanessa said, laughing then along with Gail.

"See, you're smiling," she said, "It shows that I'm right!"

Just then they heard the outer office door.

"Saved by a visitor!" Vanessa said, as Gail, casting a grinning glance over her shoulder, went to the outer office.

She was back in a few seconds, sticking her head through the door and sporting an even broader smile:

"Boss," she said. "Mr David Ross is here to see you."

Vanessa got a bright look on her face and Gail winked at her broadly, stepping aside for David to enter the office.

"Be careful, Mr. Ross," Gail said, "She's mooning today!"

"Out you!" Vanessa shouted and Gail left humming a tune.

"What was that all about?" David asked, as he crossed the office to her, meeting her and taking her in his arms for a kiss.

"Oh, yes!" she said, "This is what I was 'mooning' about. Kisses! And you! And being taken care of last night the way I was! And being free to be as bad as I want and still having you!"

"Wow!" he said, smiling at her, "That was an awful lot in one sentence."

"Coffee?" she asked.

"Love some," he said, sitting in the sitting area.

"I'll get some," she replied and went out into the outer office.

"Hey, Boss!" Gail said, grinning.

"Don't start with me, Missy!" Vanessa said and then softly: "Thank you for being there for me! Is there coffee?"

"I'll make some fresh," Gail said, "You go and entertain your friend."

She went back in and sat with David.

"Lovely to see you, and thank you, thank you for the roses!" she said.

He cleared his throat and said: "Vanessa, I want to talk to you."

"Oh, dear!" she said, "I ruined it last night, didn't I?" Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.

"Of course not," he said, holding her hand. "But I want to ask you, and please understand that I've thought about this; I know all about our beginning and the way it went, but I have to admit that I'm being overwhelmed. I want to ask you, at least, to come and live with me!"

Vanessa shrieked! It happened just as Gail was entering with the coffee.

"Boss?" she asked.

Vanessa turned to Gail and said: "He just asked me to live with him."

"'At least' to live with me!" he repeated.

"'At least' to live with him," Vanessa said then to Gail.

Now there were tears on Vanessa's cheeks. Gail smiled broadly and put the coffee down between them. 

Vanessa was still grinning at Gail at that point and said: "I'm going to 'at least' live with him."

"Well, tell him that then!" Gail said.

"Get out, bossy!" Vanessa said, and Gail, sticking her tongue out, left smiling.

She turned to David and said: "David, there are no secrets. You know me. You know my, what shall I call it, my mania!" She grew thoughtful and continued to speak: "David, I don't want to belabor this but it's important.We both remember the initial meeting. I don't know how you feel about having the person that you 'at least' live with be that way."

"It's how we'll play!" he said.

"Oh, I like the sound of that," she said, and went on: "It has made a huge difference to me to be able to indulge that 'wildness' so safely with you, and coming home to you afterwards was worth everything in the world. And I promise you, promise you, promise you that you will be the master, and I will be the slave!"

He gave her a broad smile. "The guys will be pleased."

"Even Ford?" she asked in a sly voice.

"Yes, even Ford," he said.

"You know, if you wanted it, Master David, I wouldn't mind some of those ideas."

"You are so bad!" he said.

"Yes, Massa David, I is!" she drawled and they kissed.

After the kiss, she spoke to him again:

"Gail was taunting me this morning saying that 'the Boss is in love', and, David, I think I am. Yes, I'll 'at least' live with you, in that lovely house!"

EPILOGUE:

She did indeed move in with him. The house was large enough that she had her own 'office' and her special things melded nicely into the home. She quickly shared his passion for orchids and they did the work in that greenhouse together. 

The first test of their former association came about ten days after she moved in. He said to her on a Tuesday:

"Vanessa, love, the guys will be coming over on Friday for poker."

She agreed to be in charge of the drinks and the snacks. Nothing else was said at that time between them. That night the poker game progressed as usual. The guys were happy, interested to see Vanessa again.

It was the fourth hand, when David asked Vanessa to come into the rec room, where the game was going on. He announced to the table that the fourth hand pot would be for Vanessa's blouse, and the winner would get to take it off of her and get a kiss as a reward. 

Her reaction was to simply giggle behind her hand at the thought. She knew that she was wet right from the moment he said anything.

They played eagerly and it was Ford who won the hand, got his chance to remove Vanessa's blouse and claim his kiss.