Her name is Lisa Mansfield. She is 5 ft. 6 in., and approximately 130 pounds, shapely legs, ass, 36 DD tits, and had skin that remind me of mocha latte. Yes, she is African-American and had again and again proven my assumptions about black women wrong. I had thought that most black females had babies in their teens, were promiscuous, stupid, on welfare, and were sexual tigresses. Actually, I was hoping that she was a sexual tigress; at least that was the way that I imagined her when I would day dreamed about her.

She seemed to be unaware of her sexuality, and beauty. Or at least that was the impression she gave off. Most times when I’d see her she was always about business. I was use to having women fall all over me trying to impress me, but when she looked at me her eyes were unreadable. It was a deep desire of mine to actually see those eyes have more emotion than that unreadable stare. I wanted her…. badly, but she never gave off those ‘I’m interested signals.’ She would speak to me, but it was almost like she didn’t see me. It wasn’t that she acted like a machine or anything but she never got overly personal with the people in the office. It was difficult not to be in awe of her because she was the top recruiter and had only been with the company for a year. She did her work and she went home. Okay, so I’m not sure that she went home but whatever she did outside of the office was a mystery. All that most people knew in the company was that she had graduated, at the top of her class, from the University of Michigan, and was the top recruiter in the Midwest District.

There were a few times that I did learned some new facts about her. On one occasion I did get the opportunity to listen in on a conversation she was having with a white female co-worker named Rachel. Rachel had been discussing what her views were on the poor, which in the city of Detroit were mainly black, and the housing projects, and the high crime rate in that part of the city. Then she made some sweeping generalizations about why it was that the poor were apathetic, and said something about ‘pulling themselves up by the bootstraps and getting over it.’

Lisa commented, “Back during the time of segregation the educated populous of the African-American community had to live in certain places, as a result, people learned about choices and doing for oneself. With the exodus of the educated moving away from the poor communities these examples aren’t always available, and you have what you see today. Even after people have made poor choices, like having children in their teens, they tend to think that they are stuck, when in actuality they need to make better choices. At least this is a theory that floats around today.”

In Rachel’s haste she made the assumption that Lisa was from Detroit and had children. “How many children do you have?”

She had just looked at her with a raised brow, and very calmly said, “The more appropriate question is: ‘Do you have any children?’ Asking me how many children I have shows that you assumed that I have them.”

The white woman flushed and said, “I didn’t mean….”

Lisa held up her hand to stop the woman’s apology, and said, “Don’t try to explain yourself, or apologize. I’m just letting you know that it’s more appropriate to ask in another way. This goes for asking that question of anyone, not just for people who look like me.” She got up from the table taking her tea with her, and calling over her shoulder, “By the way, I don’t have any children.” Calm and unflappable she left the red-faced woman at the table. Under normal circumstances I would have said that she was being too touchy, but then I realized that I had assumed that she did have children also.

Lisa had this way of making people feel a bit uncomfortable, because she didn’t act in a way that would make a person feel at ease. Another time a white male co-worker by the name of Phil had asked her about racism and if she still thought it existed.

“Yes, I do,” she said simply.

“Well I don’t think that it still exist,” Phil said in a challenging voice. “African-Americans have more opportunities today than ever before. Most times they just squander them.”

She looked at him as if he was the most ridiculous person that walked the earth. Then she began to laugh in his face. When she settled he asked, her why she laughed. She answered, “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes, what was so funny?”

Skillfully she said to him, “Before you asked. Did you give any consideration as to what if would be like to be black? Would you be willing to make the sacrifices that it would take for you to have the same life that you have now with dark skin? I assure you that the African-Americans here are smarter than you, sharper than you, and had to work ten times harder than you to be where they are right now. I don’t think that you would want to trade one hour or one minute with any black person that lives in the US. You are partially right about some people squandering opportunities. However, you don’t have the media telling you that you are less than because of your color, and glorifying gangsters and thugs. You have the audacity to tell me that racism doesn’t exist. I bet when you and your white friends get together they use racial epithets like nigger.

Again I watched as Lisa’s observation turn another co-workers face red. Man, she was good at that. He hemmed and hawed, and she again started to chuckle.

“My guess is that amongst your white friends…when it comes to talking about blacks that there are very few good things said about my race. Let me suggest to you that you should expand your view of people. Imagine what it would be like to be them. To be a part of ending racism, you need to call people on it when they say something that is racial based.”

She handled that well, and shut him up quickly because I was fairly certain that he hadn’t thought about that. Often when people in the office would talk about her they would call her uppity. She did have an air of superiority of thought, action, and speech that really annoyed her peers, but somehow she had their respect. Her work ethic was solid, her performance was what others wanted to attain. When someone was in trouble in the office she was the go to person and she would back them up without faltering.

The more I knew her the more I wanted her, and it was beginning to frustrate the hell out of me. She didn’t seem to notice that I was alive. That all changed one day when I was in the elevator with her. She came in, spoke to me, and then looked vacantly at the wall.

Making small talk I said to her, “looks like it’s going to be a really cold day today.” Okay, that was really lame, but it was the best that I could do off the cuff.

“Yes, looks like that,” she said softly.

With each floor, more and more people got in, and she was standing in front of me. I got a whiff of her perfume and that was all it took to get me hard. As more and more people piled in she had to lean back into my stiff cock. ‘Damn,’ my mind screamed, ‘she had to have felt that.’ She turned her head to look back at me and gave me a knowing smile. Then I felt her lean into my cock more, moving her ass from side to side, causing me to grow harder. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensations that she was creating, and then she did something that caught me off guard. With her left hand, out of view from the crowd, she started massaging my cock. I exploded there on the spot desperately stifling my moan. When the elevator opened at our floor she waited until everyone emptied out then turned and looked at me. Those eyes which once seemed vacant were pulling me more and more into them. I couldn’t look away, no matter how I wanted to. She was saying something to me but for the life of me I can’t remember what it was. All I know is that I was in the elevator and then in my office. I can’t even remember walking there.

At lunch Lisa was sitting at a table with some black female friends of hers, and she looked at me when I came in. That look…the only way that I could describe it was lascivious. I could have sworn that she could see through my clothing, and then it broke when she looked away.

Over hearing her conversation, one of her girlfriends was berating her for looking at, as her girlfriend termed it, “a white boy.”

“What, are you going over to the other side? Gonna' get you a Jungle Fever thing going? What the hell’s wrong with you,” her friend asked angrily. The other women at the table chimed in with this same line of thinking.

In the cool unflappable manner that I come to attribute to her Lisa said, “Let me ask you a few questions before I give you my answer. Describe you ideal man.”

“What does….”

“Describe your ideal man to me, or I won’t answer your questions.”

“Intelligent, attractive, sensual, funny, college educated, and black,” her friend said accentuating the word ‘black.’ There seemed to be a chorus of ‘amen’ and ‘exactly’ that were followed by her friend’s declaration of what she wanted.

She just smiled at them like they were a group of simpletons and said, “Ideally, that is what you want but you are going to have to cut a few of those things if you want to have a black man.

“First off I want you to look around and notice the black men who are having lunch here. How many do you see?

I along with them made a silent count and notice five. When she figured they had made a count then Lisa said, “Now, I want you to make a count of the black women here.”

Again, I looked along with her girlfriends and noticed sixteen African-American women. Then I heard Lisa say, “All those women are representative of your competition. All of them are educated, beautiful, savvy, intelligent women. How will you stand out amongst them?” When she didn’t get an answer she continued, “I use to feel the same way you do. Then after giving it some thought I said to myself, ‘Women out number men in general. That number is higher in the African-American community. Factoring in jail, drugs, sexuality, diseases due do to the Down Low, and shootings you are left with very little. Then factor in education; with your ideal you’ve cut yourself off even more. So one day, I asked myself, ‘what do I really want? What is non-negotiable?

“My answers were intelligence, education, attractiveness, sensuality, fidelity, and a man who will treat me like a queen. I am willing to forgo race if he is able to handle it. And between the four of you I know that it has been months since two of you have had a decent date. One of you found out that your ideal was married. Leaving only one of us, married to the ideal. I don’t intend to stop dating black men, but I’m going to leave doors open all the way around. So, I’d advise you ladies to back off while I give hot looks to anyone I damned well please.” They all looked at her as if light bulbs had gone off, along with anger for telling them the truth. I had to smile to myself because apparently her ability to cause people angst wasn’t limited to her white co-workers. It also gave me hope that she would be with me.

Lisa always worked late, so I waited until everyone had left the office, and I went in to see her. She looked up at me briefly and continued what she was doing.

“May I help you,” she asked me.

“I uummm… was aaaahhhh wondering,” I said. I felt like a schoolboy asking a girl out for the first time. I felt my hands get clammy, and felt my brow get sweaty. This was unusual for me because I generally handled this type thing well.

When she noticed that I was having a hard time getting out my thoughts she looked at me with softened eyes and said, “Take a deep breath, and try again.”

I did as she told me. I regained my composure then asked, “Would you like to go out with me?”

She stood up, came over to me looking me directly into my eyes and asked, “Is that what you really want?”

“I…I…I,” I said faltering again.

“Going on a date. Is that what you REALLY want?”

I swallowed hard and heard myself say, “No, I want to fuck you. It’s always been a dream of mine to be with a black woman. The idea of black on white skin turns me on. I want to know if what my buddies think about black women are true, if their sexual appetites are really as voracious as they think.” I was horrified that I actually said that out loud to her. It was one of those things that I felt but would have never said out loud, and here I was talking like a blabbermouth. When I tried to resist telling her the more I was compelled to tell the truth.

She stepped back from me assessing me for a moment then asked, “You want a one night stand or something long term? If not any of those things what is it that you want?”

“If I enjoyed myself it would be a discreet relationship. Some of my friends and family won’t understand, especially since I have a pick of almost any woman I want. Many of them don’t believe in race mixing. If you were a disappointment then I would dump you.” 'Ah hell,' I thought, 'she is going to haul off and slap me.' I could see the anger and annoyance flash across her face. If looks could kill, I would have been dead.

“Why me,” she asked me hotly.

“You are sexy, and hot in an unassuming way. You’ve also broken some of my preconceptions about African-American women. Even though you are hot as hell, you don’t use your sexuality in the same way that other women do. Most times you use your wit, logic, and sharp tongue to get what you want. I respect you and what you’ve been able to accomplish in the short time of working here. At least that is my observation. Since I don’t see that sexy side of you here I’ve wonder what it would be like to experience you in that way.” Her eyes didn’t reflect anger this time; it was a look of contemplation.

“Sleep,” was the only thing that I heard her say before dropping off into darkness.

I woke up knocking on a door that was unfamiliar to me. ‘What the hell am I doing,’ I asked myself as I continued to knock on the door.

When the door opened I saw a patent leather clad Lisa Mansfield standing at the door. It was red and skintight and showed off more of her curvaceous form than anything I had seen her in before. She looked like something out of a wet erotic dream. Her lipstick was a brilliant shade of red, and her shoulder length hair was teased out to look wild. I instantly went hard. Without saying a word she indicated that I should enter, and without hesitation I did.

She said to me, “You are in my domain, you will do everything I say, and remember everything that I say to you during your session with me. Do you understand?”

I heard myself say, “Yes, my Queen.”

“You will be my personal fuck toy. I will use you until your cock goes down, and then take you like a little bitch. You personal fantasies about being with me will pale to reality. You want to give into my control. You want to be my fuck toy.”

What she said frighten me and excited me at the same time. However, I was concerned that she may not have been satisfied with me. I was sure that she might have been with men that were more endowed.

She smiled at me seductively, pressing me up against the wall unbuttoning my shirt and pants. Lisa said to me, “I felt you through yout clothing, but lets examine the goods.” As she took my dick out of my underwear, she inhaled and said, “Very nice.” With slow deliberate strokes she started to massage my cock.

I had often wondered what it would be like to have a woman as the aggressor, and now I was having this experience with Lisa; the woman that I had been fantasizing about for a year.

Then I heard her say, “Cum.” Afterwards I felt my body tense up and explode in her hands. If I hadn’t had been up on the wall I would have certainly been writhing on the floor. My cock slowly deflated and I looked into her eyes, and felt myself become more and more submissive to her. Generally, it took several minutes for me to become hard again, but then I heard her whisper in my ear, “Rise for me.” Instantly I became hard. This control that she had over me surprised me and scared me more. The sensations that she created with in me caused me to surrender more, and more.

Holding her cum filled hand to my face. “Look at the mess you’ve made. Lick it off and when I’m satisfied with your job you will lick my pussy.” I was eager to taste her cunt, and feel her cum in my mouth.

I went and licked all of my tangy juices from her hand until ever last drop of it was gone. She inspected her hand and smile, “Very good my pet. Lets retire to the bedroom. It’s time for you to service me.” I almost ran to her bedroom because I was so eager. When I entered I was shocked to see that the room was mostly mirrors with the exception of the floor. Every angle to watch oneself was available in this room.

She kissed me, then shimmed out of her outfit and laid in bed. Her brown skin looked wonderful, in the soft light. Her tapered legs, flat stomach, and round breast with dark brown areolas put any fantasies I had to shame. The word beautiful didn’t begin to describe the vision that was before me. “If you do well, I will fuck you until you pass out. Would you like that my little fuck toy?”

I heard myself say, “Yes my queen.”

Lying on the bed Lisa ordered, “Now eat me till I cum.” I wanted desperately to please her; to make her body explode with passion. I held her hips and began working my tongue on her sex.

“Not to hard my pet, nice and easy; slow strokes are what your queen likes. Yes, yes…that’s iiiiittttt……” Her body tensed, yet she seemed to hold back. To push her over the edge I slid my hands up her body and gently began to squeeze her tits: while I simultaneously hummed. I felt her pussy contract, and convulse, then I heard a loud moan escape her lips. Then I fell her pussy juices flow into my mouth. Watching her writhe on the bed excited me even more.

When her orgasm passed she sat up, smiled at me and said, “that was very nice my little fuck toy. Now lets make those hot fantasies that you’ve had about me a reality.”

Without any preliminaries she pushed me on to my back, and proceeded to give me a blowjob that blinded my mine. I watched her as she took my cock into her mouth and proceeded to work those red lips up and down on my cock. With every other stroke she would rub the head of my dick with her finger, while still sucking me off. Oh that felt so good, but she pushed me over the edge when she started humming. I exploded in her mouth and she didn’t stop sucking until she had drained me of every last drop. I thought that she swallowed all of my jizm until she kissed me and drain my copious juices into my mouth.

Then she said to me, “You will remain hard until I come, with each stroke of my pussy you will cum. Each of your orgasms with build on the other, and when you feel me cum, all of the orgasms that you’ve had will role into one.” Without any preliminaries she mounted me. Her pussy was tight and hot as I was enveloped in her warmth. I looked over at the picture we made in the mirror of brown and white skin doing the ritual dance of the ages. Watching us along with what she told me cause my body to spasm. She pulled me up and made me suck her tits.

I immediately felt the continuing build of pressure of each orgasm that had build on top of each of other. She knew what she was doing to me, making me more a more submissive to her with every stroke. I closed my eyes, and the tension grew stronger and stronger. When I felt her cum I released my white-hot seed into her pussy. We had gone at it, for hours. I thought sure that I would pass out. When I didn’t she turned me over onto my stomach and began giving me a rimming that surprised and excited me more. Then I felt something hard and cold enter my ass.

I heard her say, “Every orgasm that you’ve had tonight will be compounded, and amplified ten times over. When I tell you to you will cum. You would like that wouldn’t you my little fuck toy?”

“Yes,” I said honestly.

Then she turned on the vibrator that was in my ass and as it began to vibrate she said, “Cum.”

I began writhing on the bed in ecstasy. It was the most blinding orgasm of my life. I convulsed and shook so hard that I passed out into the most restful, and fulfilling sleep that I had had in years.

When I woke up the next morning Lisa was sitting in her kitchen having breakfast. She looked even more beautiful and sexier than last night.

She looked at me with a suggestive smile and asked, “Did you sleep well my pet?”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“Did I meet up with you expectations in bed?”

I looked away from her, and I felt my face flush. I answered honestly, “You surpassed them.”

“Good. Just so you know that isn’t typical, not many people will be able to repeat the experience for you.”

“What happened to me,” I asked her.

“I hypnotized you when you were feeling amorous on the elevator. I told you that if you wanted more from me to come by my office later after everyone else had left. When you showed up I wanted to know what your xact motivations were. When I found out I decided that you were a good prospect for something long term.”

“I thought that you were going to slap me when I told you that I wanted a discreet relationship, and that if I thought you were terrible in bed that I would dump you.”

“I almost did, but you redeemed yourself when you said you respected me. I was touched,” Lisa said. Her eyes softened, and she gave me a warm smile. “Come sit and eat. You will need your strength.”

I was left feeling uncertain how I should address this but I wanted her even more now than ever, and I didn’t care what other people thought. I could see myself making a life with her. Since she was direct and forward I decided that was the best approach. “I want you to know that I don’t feel the same way. I want more of last night, more of servicing you my Queen.” I got on my knees and put my arms around her waist, looking at her hoping that she wouldn’t change her mind about being with me.

“Beg me,” she said softly.

Normally, I think I would have been reluctant to do so but there was something in me that feared that she wouldn’t want me. “Please my Queen, please let me be with you. Let me be your fuck toy. Please, please forgive my past ignorance. I’m so sorry if I have offended you in any way. Please my Queen.” There was desperation in my voice, but I didn’t care.

Opening her legs, Lisa said to me, “Now suck my pussy till I come.” I worked my tongue until she convulsed, and her pussy juice flowed into my mouth.

“Okay, I forgive you,” she said stroking my hair.

Relief washed over my body. I was so elated that I was sure that I had a stupid grin on my face.

“Sit and eat. Afterwards, I will use you some more. Would you like that my little fuck toy?”

I sat at the table with her and answered, “Oh, yes my Queen. I’d love that.”