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He had moved into the neighborhood a month ago. All the single women on East Monroe Street put the Desperate Housewives to shame. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested but I figured that I would bide my time. Almost every morning I would see him and wave but that was the extent of my interaction with him. Then one day to my surprise he shows up at my back door.
“Hi, my name is Andrew Stevens. I moved into the neighborhood a month ago…”
“I know who you are,” I said smoothly.
“Really,” he said in slight surprised then quickly added, “Good. Do you mind if I hide out in your home for a sec?”
“The ladies are hounding you, huh,” I asked laughing. “Come in. You’re welcomed to stay.” As he entered my home I gave him a quick assessing glance. The ladies weren’t kidding when they said that he was good looking. Standing at least 5 ft 9 in, he had black hair, brown eyes, and an athletic build. Honestly, he could pass as a Greek god.
He chuckled and said to me, “I guess you think it odd that I’m hiding out.”
I smiled and said, “On the contrary. I think it’s a smart move. The ladies here can be relentless.”
Almost as if it dawned on him he said, “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”
“I’m Alexis Johnson.”
“Alexis,” he said in a very sensual tone, “pretty name, for a pretty woman.”
‘Oh my goodness, he just flirted with me,’ my mind screamed. If you could have seen the sexy smile that he gave me when he said that, it was enough to make any woman’s panties melt off. If he hadn’t been in the room with me I would have fanned myself. “You’re very charming,” I said without betraying my reaction. “No wonder you’re hiding from the women in the neighborhood.” Quickly changing the subject I said to him, “Where are my manners? Would you like something to drink, or have a snack?”
“What do you have,” he said with ease.
“Orange juice, apple juice, lemonade, milk, and water. For snacks pigs in a blanket, mini quiches, deviled eggs, birds nest, pot stickers, crackers, and cheese.”
“That’s an interesting spread,” he said looking at me with interest.
“I’m the chef at Stewart’s Restaurant. We do catering and sometimes the food comes home with me.” I turned and got out all the food and set it on the counter. “Feel free to serve yourself. You caught me in the middle of something.” Then I turned and walked out, and called behind me, “Please make yourself comfortable.”
Often when I do that it catches people off guard but it also sets people more at ease. I went upstairs and changed into something more form fitting and comfortable. When I came back down I noticed that he was looking at an African art piece that I had on the wall.
“This is an interesting piece,” he said to me when I came back. It was a wooden carving of a crane and its head was bent back to its hind legs.
“Yeah, I like it.”
“Does it have a special meaning?”
“Yes, it’s called Sankofa.”
He gave me an appraising look of interest and asked, “What does that mean?”
“It means go back to your roots.”
“Have you ever gone to Africa?”
“Yes, I’ve traveled through many of the western countries.”
“Did you hang out with lions, and giraffes?”
I chuckled and said, “No, you are thinking about the east African countries, where they have the savannas. West Africa is far more lush, and tropical than the east.”
“Oh…guess you can tell my view has been skewed by the media.”
“Mmmm…. you should go, and see it for yourself.”
He smiled at me again and said, “I think I just may do that.” I went to look out the window, and noticed that two of the three ladies were still on his door front. Calling back to him, “You may as well have a seat the ladies of East Monroe will go home once it gets dark.”
The conversation that I had with him for the remainder of the evening was intelligent and stimulating. He was a very likeable guy and I understood more and more why the single ladies of East Monroe wanted him. He was a stockbroker who had recently moved here from Chicago, and was looking to settle down. For a reason that I wasn’t quite clear on, he hadn’t found a woman that was able to meet his needs. When I asked him directly; what was it that he needed he said, “I haven’t found a woman that understood my desires and be able to meet them.” I raised a brow because he really hadn’t answered my question.
I said to him, “Uh-huh…you really haven’t answered the question. Don’t think I didn’t notice, but I’ll let it slide this time…we will revisit this later.”
He gave me a look that I couldn’t quite read then we proceeded to other subjects. He left about four hours later, but before he left he asked to go to the bathroom. I didn’t think much of it and sent him to the guest bath upstairs because my half bath on the first floor was in the midst of being updated. After cleaning up I went up and noticed that the door to the Master Bedroom was open. Nothing looked out of place but I remembered that I had closed the door before I came down. Something told me to go into the Master Bath and look into the hamper. On top was a pair of my underwear that was soaked with cum.
‘Oh my goodness,’ I said to myself while laughing. ‘I wonder if this is his answer. Oh, this is going to be easier than I thought.’ This was an unexpected turn of events. I would have never guessed it the way the women in the neighborhood talked, or from his conversation.
Andrew came over to my place to ‘hide out’ several more times. Although by the time he came back my half bath was repaired and he didn’t get another opportunity to go upstairs to do his business in my undies. By the time I made my move he had been in my home fifteen times in a row.
“You know Andrew, you may arouse suspicion if you keep coming over here in order to avoid the ladies.”
His face flushed with embarrassment and he said, “I’m sorry. I guess I should find another place of refuge but you’re so convenient. In addition, I enjoy your company.”
“It doesn’t bother me but I’m wondering if there isn’t another reason that you come over that you’re not telling me about.”
“What do you mean?”
I pulled out the underwear were he left his cum stains. When he realized what I was showing him his face turned red.
“Were you marking your territory,” I asked smoothly.
“I…uh…uh…” The embarrassment was all over his face.
“I’m waiting. My guess is that you wanted me to find out. I also wonder how it is that you felt comfortable enough with me to do this. Is this your way of answering my questions about what your needs are that women aren’t able to meet? I must say it’s the most inventive way of communicating that I’ve seen in a long time.”
He continued to be tongue-tied. I guided him to the couch to sit him down. “Let me see if I can guess what you want. You want to be dominated, and controlled. You want to be weak, and surrender control to me. How am I doing?”
He looked at me briefly, and then looked away. I finally heard a barely audible, “Yes.”
“What was it that I said that turned you on?”
“When you called me on not explaining my reason for not being forthright about why I’m not involved with anyone. The forcefulness in the way that you said it…. it turned me on…and I seeked an immediate release.”
‘Mmm… lets see how far this will go,’ I thought to myself. I sat down beside him and began lightly touching him. “Does our closeness disturb you?” When I asked this I started rubbing his chest, and gently stroke his nipples through his shirt.
He looked up at me again, and said, “Disturb me. No, that isn’t what I’m feeling.”
“Have you ever been with a black woman Andrew,” I asked.
He looked at me, surprised by my bluntness, and said, “No.”
“But you’ve fantasized about it, haven’t you?”
His face turned several shades of red, and then he answered, “Yes.” As he said that I saw the tenseness leave his body almost like he was relieved that he admitted it.
“Look at me,” I commanded gently. “The first time that you came to my door…was it really because you wanted to avoid other women? Be truthful with me, it’s your deepest desire to be truthful with me.”
He got a confused look on his face and said, “That was part of the reason. The other was that I was curious about you. Especially since you were the only woman in the neighborhood that wasn’t banging down my door. The ladies of East Monroe told me that you were single.”
I smiled, and asked, “Were you wanting something else that first night?” That question must have turned him on because he got harder, and started to squirm to reposition himself.
“Yes,” he said quietly.
I moved myself and put my feet on his lap and laid down to watch him. With my right foot I began to fondle his crotch. As I did this he began to close his eyes and give a deep low moan of pleasure. I always enjoyed being with responsive men. I stopped and said, “Start massaging my feet, I’ve had a long day.”
He quickly gained control of himself and started expertly working the tension out of my feet and lower calves. I must say that he was extremely skilled at this, and I was looking forward to the other things that he had to offer. Generally, by this time I would have gone through a deep induction of a potential new Slave but I wanted to see how much he was willing to do without me altering him. There was a moan that escaped my lips. Then I said, “You have very skilled hands. What other talents do you have Andrew?”
There was lust in his gaze and he kept eye contact with me when he started removing my socks and started sucking my toes. I will be honest with you; I’ve never thought of my toes as being an erogenous zone but the things he was doing with his tongue was sending jolts to my pussy. I actually felt my cunt contract. I let him do this for fifteen minutes. Andrew reluctantly let go of my foot as I pulled it from his mouth. When I heard a whimper from him I said, “Don’t worry Andrew I have every intention of leaving you satisfied, but I come first. The better you are at obeying the better your reward will be.”
Then I moved to straddle his lap and looked him deeply in the eyes.
“Close your eyes…and take three deep breaths. And with each breath you are becoming more and more relaxed…that's it relax. The more relax you become the more submissive you become towards me. As the sensation of relaxation flows through your body the more submissive you become towards me. Every sensation of pleasure that you have makes you more and more submissive towards me. It is your greatest desire to please me. The more you please me, the more submissive you feel towards me. Do you understand Andrew?”
“Yes.”
“You are my Slave. In private you will call me Goddess, and in public you will call me Alexis. Your body is mine to do as I please with…you will cum whenever I say the words cum lover. You will cum when I say cum lover. “Do you understand Andrew?”
“Yes Goddess.”
“On the count of three you will feel wide awake and feeling fresh, feeling fine feeling better than before…One sensation is returning to your feet, calves, and thighs…. two sensation is returning to your torso, chest, and neck and face...three you are wide awake feeling fresh, feeling fine, feeling better than before.”
As he opened his eyes he looked at me, and I sensed him come more under my control. I got off his lap and said to him, “Go upstairs and draw water in the Jacuzzi tub for me.
“Yes, Goddess.” He immediately went upstairs and did as I instructed. On his way up I gave him a gentle tap on his ass, which caught him off guard but caused him to smile a bit.
It takes about five minutes for the Jacuzzi to fill up so I went into my study retrieve some toys then went up to the bedroom. I changed into a silk robe and went into the bathroom where Andrew was testing the water. He had turned off the water, and turned around to meet my stare. He adverted his gaze as I let the silk robe drop to the floor. I stepped up to him and raised his chin so that he looked me in the eyes and I asked, “Do you like what you see Andrew?”
“Yes Goddess,” he said thickly. I pressed my naked flesh on him, and saw that his dick began to thicken. I began rubbing his ass, and then moved to his groin. My estimation was that he was at least eight inches in this state. This was a good thing for me because I liked the sensation of being full of cock. He tensed a bit but then relaxed, and moan when I began to rub his dick through his clothing. As I stepped away from him he moaned his disapproval. I chuckle softly and said, “Don’t worry Slave, don’t worry.”
I quickly thought about what I wanted to do. Looking at myself in the full-length mirror. I saw the thin patch of hair on my mons…then a plan formed. “You know Slave I don’t feel I’m quite ready for a bath.” I got out the trimmer that I used to shave my mons and turned to Andrew and handed it to him. Sitting on the outer edge of the tub, I opened my legs revealing my glistening cunt. “You will trim my pussy until it’s completely hairless.”
The look on his face was priceless; it was a look of shock, excitement, and desire. He immediately got down on his knees. For a moment he paused inhaling my scent of excitement, then began with the task of making my pussy bald. The vibrations from the trimmer caused my vulva to swell with anticipation. His fingers stroked, and tugged while removing all the hair from my pussy lips and clit. I surrendered to the sensations he was creating, and started to moan and became wet. When he finished it took me a moment to come out of my haze of desire.
“I’m finished Goddess,” Andrew said to me with longing.
I got up and inspected myself. He had done a good job. This required a small reward. I then dipped my index finger inside my cunt and turned to face him.
“I’m pleased, Slave.” I then touched his lips, which he kissed, and I pushed my juice-covered index finger into his mouth. When he realized what I’d done he closed his eyes and started to moan and suck my finger, savoring the taste of me. When I saw that he wanted more I said, “Worshiping my pussy will be far more satisfying Slave. You will know the taste of me, the smell of me, and everything that pleases me.” His eyes glowed with excitement and fear. Going up to him, I kissed him soundly, and then got into the Jacuzzi tub. I got comfortable and watched him for a moment, then said, “Take off your clothes.”
With the eagerness of a teenager about to have sex for the first time he quickly removed his clothes. I sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, and then said to him, “Get in and lick my pussy.”
Getting in he eased himself between my legs, he began licking and sucking me. His mouth felt so good that my hips began gyrating of its own volition. I heard myself moan, as the pressure within my cunt build. His tongue continued to work its magic but when he began to hum my pussy convulsed and my body exploded in an intense flash of sexual pleasure. When my mind cleared I slipped back into the Jacuzzi and licked the remnants of my juices off his face.
I then began to stroke his nipples on his hard chest, and replace my fingers with my lips. Then I heard a moan of, “Oh...Goddess.”
I worked my tongue down his chest, stomach, and hips. Making eye contact, I gave him a wicked smile and took his cock into my mouth. His moans became louder as I worked my tongue around his cock. I felt his member become harder; I then took my finger working it over the bulbous tip of his dick while sucking him off. This excited him but he flew over the edge when I began to hum. I remove my mouth from his cock after which he exploded all over my chest. I rubbed his jism all over my breast and looked at him as if I were being naughty and said, “What a mess. Clean me with your tongue.”
His cock, which had been semi flaccid, became instantly erect again. He gently stroked my breast then lowered his head and began to lick his hot cream off the globes of my breast. I must say my new Slave knows how to worship a woman’s body. His tongue again worked its magic as he licked me clean, and I heard myself moan as I felt his mouth suck, lick, and stroke my erect nipples. Again, I felt my pussy contract, and quiver. As he continue to work my chest over, I felt the familiar tightness build in my loins. Then he grabbed both breast bringing both nipples together and began sucking both tits at the same time.
“Yes…ooohhhh… yyyyessssss,” I heard myself say as another orgasm ripped through my body. I closed my eyes and slipped down into the bubbling water.
“Are you please with me Goddess,” Andrew asked.
“My eyes opened briefly and I smiled then said, “Yes, Slave…very pleased. Now wash me.”
The wash down he gave me was a combination of a bath and a massage. Places in my body that I hadn’t even known were tense had been rubbed out. After he finished, he quickly washed himself, then upon my request got out the tub holding a bath sheet for me to step into. He proceeded to dry me off and oil me down. I told him to get on the bed then I crawled over him looking him in the eyes as I took his cock and started rubbing it up and down.
“Ohhhh…Ggggoooddeeessss…that feels sooo gggooodddd. I’m lllllooossiiing cooonnntttrooolllll ttttooo yyyyooouuu.”
Over and over he whispered words of loyalty, and devotion to me. I worked and discovered every nuance of his body and storing what I knew for a later date. I was enjoying myself immensely; I enjoyed his reaction, I enjoyed his scent, and the control that I had over him. The more he responded the hotter I became. I poised my pussy over his dick and said to him, “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Goddess, please let me feel your hot pussy surround my dick. Please fuck me senseless. Make me your fuckSlave. Use me, please use me. I need to feel your hot cunt surround my cock. Make me your slut fuckSlave. Please Goddess let me bury my cock in your hot, wet pussy. Please Goddess, Please!!
I love it when a man talks dirty. Then I said, “How bad do you want it?”
His hips lifted off the bed to aim for my wet hole but missing. “I want you so bad Goddess that it hurts. Please...please fuck me.”
Ending his agony I impaled myself on his cock squeezing on every upward stroke. As I did this I chanted, “Mine, mine, mine.”
He moaned as his sex continued to meet mine. “Your need for release is increasing with each stroke,” I said with all the control I could muster, “but it won’t happen until I say cum lover. Your need for release is increasing but it won’t happen until I say cum lover.”
“Yyyeeesss Gggooodddeeesss!”
I let myself go and enjoyed the feeling of his cock deep in my pussy. Wanting to get me closer to the edge he gently began to frig my clit, which sent me over the edge into a series of mind-blowing orgasms that rolled though my body. We rolled over without him pulling out of me, until he was above me. Hunger, lust, and frustration showed on his face. He began moving in a steady passionate rhythm that caused pressure to build up in me again. Lowering his head he began to suck on my ear, proceeding to my neck, and chest where he enveloped my nipples. Again a wave of pleasure became stronger than before; my pussy convulsed, and my body exploded into a brilliant light of hot sexual satisfaction.
He began to beg me to allow him to cum. I pushed him onto his back and laid on his chest to recover. When the fog cleared from my mind I said in a mellifluous tone, “I’m going to touch certain places on your body and as I touch them those parts of your body will become relaxed.” I touched his legs and ass. His legs became heavy as I moved them so that I could reach the sphincter of his ass. His hole initially contracted at my touch then relaxed becoming ready for what I had planned.
Quickly getting up from the bed I retrieve my toy. I took the vibrating strap on and dipped it into my cunt to lubricate it then put it on. The soft mechanical hum caused him to turn and look at me. When he saw me with my cock his eyes widen in surprise and fear. It was long, black, and I started stroking it and said, “I’m going to fuck you like a bitch, and you’re going to like it. With every stroke of my cock you will cum. And when I say cum lover all of the orgasms that you’ve had tonight will roll into one large orgasm.”
“Yes, Goddess,” he said thickly.
I got on the bed with him on his back lifting his legs so that his ass was available to me. I placed some lubricating jelly on his hole and put the tip of the cock at the entrance of his ass. At the feel of it he began to moan. I eased my cock pass his sphincter and started a steady rhythm. As I worked, his cock started to quiver and ooze with cum. While I was taking him up the ass I looked in his face, and watched as his face contorted in pleasure. Periodically when he would look me in the eyes, I was filled with the absolute knowing that my control over Andrew was complete. The intensity of his orgasms build one on top of the other. Flipping him onto his stomach I raised his backside and took him up the ass again. I sensed his body’s demand for a more powerful release. Ending his frustration I said, “Cum lover.”
He let out a loud yell of, “Ooohhh, Gggooodddeeesss!!! Iii’mmm yyyooouuurrr fffuuuckkkssslllaaavvveee!!! I’m so weak for you!!! So weak!” As he said this, his body convulsed, his cream pooled beneath him on the bed, and he passed out from the intense pleasure.
I pulled out of him and took off the strap on, and grabbed a washcloth and towel. When I came back I rolled him onto his back and immediately went about the task of cleaning up and putting the towel down. In his sleep Andrew had the look of a man who was deeply satisfied, and at peace. I got into bed with him, and drifted off into sleep, enjoying the warmth emanating from his body.
I woke to a delicious feeling between my legs, and my hips were moving in the direction of what was causing the pleasure. Then I felt Andrew insert his finger inside my pussy then felt him move his finger in a come hither way. My body tensed then exploded into a billion little pieces. I’ve later come to understand that I had my first vaginal orgasm, as opposed to a clitoral orgasm. The shock of what happened must have registered on my face, because he said, “Just another one of my other talents. I want to do everything within my power to make sure that you want to keep me.” His eyes looked into my mine with such expectancy and longing. “Please Goddess, keep me,” he pleaded.
I began to stroke his face, and said, “Stop worrying Andrew, my Slave. Your search is over.”
Later we shared what our fantasies were and I discovered that he hadn’t lived out many of them. One that was of particular interest to me was that he always wanted to be with two women, and see a woman fuck another with a strap-on. When Andrew moved in with me the ladies of East Monroe would look at me with daggers in their eyes. It irritated them even more that he would laugh at them when they suggested that once he tired of the novelty of being with me that they would be more than willing to take my place. There was only one lady on the street that came to me and asked, “How did you get him? I mean you didn’t even have to work, or introduce yourself when he came. In fact it doesn’t seem that you have to work to get any of the men that you’ve been with. How do you do it?”
As she asked me, a plan formed. It had been a while since I had done this but I always found that showing someone instead of telling them worked best. “Come in and I’ll show you.” As I led her in to the house I called,“ Andrew. Get our bath ready.” He looked at our guest then at me with questioning eyes. When I conveyed my thoughts, he smiled broadly and turned to do as I told him.
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