Lieutenant Wood stumbled as she climbed onto her king-size bed, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, her mind still reeling from the sudden shift in their dynamic. She felt unsteady, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation as she scrambled to obey Sergeant Blake’s command.
As the beautiful redhead girl tried to regain her footing, the black older woman’s hand came down hard on her bottom, the sting of the impact sending a shock of pain and pleasure through her body. She cried out, her knees buckling beneath her, her hands reaching back to shield herself from the onslaught.
“Please, Lathifa!” She pleaded, her voice a desperate, breathless whisper, the sting of the strong black hand still echoing on her flesh.
Sergeant Blake’s voice was cold, her eyes never leaving Evelyn’s reflection in the mirror. “No talking, Lieutenant Wood. You still need to learn how to follow orders.”
A moral sting sharper than anything else hit Evelyn when her rank was mentioned, reminding her of the absurdity of what was happening. With a final, forceful push, she crawled quickly onto the bed, her breathing ragged and her heart beating fiercely in her chest. She felt exposed and vulnerable, her body aching from a mix of fear and desire. As she looked back, her blue eyes met Lathifa’s in the mirror, her reflection showing the raw, primal hunger radiating from the older woman.
She watched as the older black woman’s lips slowly curled into a predatory smile, her eyes never leaving hers as she slipped out of her shoes and followed her onto the bed. Lathifa moved with a smooth, graceful movement that contradicted her size and strength. She lay down, her body stretched out like a dark goddess, her gaze fixed on Evelyn’s. Evelyn’s breath hitched as she noticed a feral desire in Lathifa’s eyes and the commanding, assertive presence that radiated from her. Feeling small and vulnerable, she knelt beside the black woman on the bed, her body trembling with a mixture of anxiety and desire.
“Come here, Evelyn,” Lathifa commanded, her voice quiet but firm.
The white girl hesitated, her body still trembling as she looked at that black goddess, sprawled out on the bed, her dark eyes never leaving her own. A surge of trepidation washed over her. This was uncharted territory—a world of raw and primal desires she hadn’t known existed. Yet, she also felt a strong, undeniable pull toward Lathifa, a yearning to surrender to the older woman’s command. Taking a deep breath, she moved forward, crawling toward her on the bed, and as she approached, a strong black hand wrapped around Evelyn’s arm and pulled her closer to her black goddess.
“You know what to do, Evelyn,” she growled, her voice low and demanding, her eyes never breaking contact with Evelyn’s. Evelyn’s breath hitched, and she hesitated again for a moment, her mind racing, her heart racing wildly in her chest. She knew what Lathifa wanted, what she expected, but the thought of surrendering so completely to another person sent a shiver of apprehension down her spine. Still, as she looked into the older woman’s eyes, she understood there was no turning back. This was what she wanted, what she craved, even if her mind was still struggling to catch up. Slowly, tentatively, she reached out, her hand brushing against Lathifa’s thigh, her fingers tracing the coarse hairs covering the black woman’s pubic area. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, her fingers trembling as they explored the unfamiliar territory.
Lathifa’s breath hitched, her eyes fixed on Evelyn’s every move, her body tightening with anticipation. “Mmm, that’s it, Evelyn,” she murmured, her voice soft and encouraging. “You’re learning, beautiful.”
The white girl’s heart was pounding under her creamy breast, her breath coming in shallow gasps, while her mind was trying to process the sensations and the primal feelings that the older black woman was drawing out of her. She felt a surge of pride at Lathifa’s words, a warmth that spread through her chest, despite the fear and uncertainty that still lingered.
Now,” Lathifa commanded, her voice steady, her eyes unwavering on Evelyn. “I want you to kiss me, Evelyn. Kiss me like you mean it.”
Evelyn, her body quivering again, nodded softly. The black dominatrix’s lips curled into a slow, triumphant smile, her eyes never leaving the beautiful redhead’s as she leaned forward, and their breath mingled. The white girl’s pink lips trembled as she leaned in, hesitating for a moment as her mind spun with doubt and desire. But the command in the older black woman’s eyes was firm, and her body radiated an almost tangible energy that demanded obedience. Taking a deep breath, Evelyn’s lips grazed Lathifa’s, a soft, tentative touch that felt more like a question than a statement. The sensation was overwhelming—the raw power of the muscular black woman’s body pressed against hers, the taste of her lips, the scent of her skin—it was all too much.
Blake’s lips stayed still, her eyes never leaving the white girl’s. She watched as Lieutenant Wood’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting slightly, her breath hitching as she deepened the kiss. Evelyn’s tongue cautiously explores Lathifa’s mouth, tracing the curve of her lips as their tastes mingle. Still, despite these efforts, the dark lips remain sealed, her black eyes never leaving Evelyn’s blue ones, in a quiet challenge of gazes.
But then, her mouth parted, her tongue meeting Evelyn’s tentative exploration in a hot, velvety touch that demanded the beautiful redhead girl’s attention. The change was immediate and stark, a shockwave that reverberated through Evelyn’s body, leaving her gasping for breath. She froze, her mind racing, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. The taste of Lathifa was unlike anything she’d ever experienced —a bold, intoxicating flavor that left her craving more.
“Mmm, that’s more like it, Evelyn,” Lathifa purrs, her voice a low, approving rumble that sent shivers down Evelyn’s spine.
She felt the black hands on her back, fingers digging into her soft white flesh, their grip firm and almost possessive. Lathifa’s tongue deepened the kiss in a bold, demanding invasion that left Evelyn reeling and intoxicated by sensation. The beautiful white girl’s breath hitched as the older black woman’s tongue explored her mouth, invading every inch and leaving no part untouched. The wild, domineering power of Lathifa’s kiss overwhelmed her, making her dizzy and desperate for more.
Evelyn’s body responded instinctively, her hands rising to tangle in the black woman’s grey, close-cropped hair, her fingers digging into her scalp to hold her in place. She met Lathifa’s demanding, possessive kiss with a fervor that surprised even herself, her body arching into the older woman’s touch, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The black woman’s grip on the white girl’s body grew stronger, her touch both demanding and supportive. The beautiful redhead’s breath catches as she feels the older woman’s grip tighten, her body being guided and maneuvered, her resistance futile against the older woman’s strength and resolve. With firm pressure, Lathifa pushes Evelyn’s mouth toward her black breast, her voice a low, commanding growl in Evelyn’s ear.
“Taste me, Evelyn. Taste my skin, my sweat, my desire. Show me what you’re capable of,” she said, like she was chanting a spell.
Evelyn’s heart hammers in her chest, her mind a storm of doubt and desire. She pauses, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, her eyes fixed on the dark, tempting flesh before her. Then, taking a deep breath, Evelyn’s tongue gently tastes Lathifa’s skin. The salty sweat and the distinctive musk of the other woman’s black body fill her senses, and she shudders at the intimacy of the moment.
Lathifa’s breath catches, and her body tenses at the contact, her voice a low, approving murmur. “That’s it, Evelyn. Don’t be afraid. Taste me, explore me.”
Evelyn’s tongue cautiously explored the dark flesh, tracing the curve of Lathifa’s breast and feeling the firm muscle beneath the smooth skin. As her tongue circled a swollen, dark nipple, she heard a sharp intake of breath, and the older woman’s body tensed beneath her touch. The black woman’s hands, which had been gripping the white girl’s hips, now moved to her head, her fingers tangling in her fiery red hair.
“That’s right, Evelyn,” she growled, her voice a low, approving rumble. “Tease me. Show me how much you want it, Evelyn,” Lathifa commanded, her voice like a chant as she arched her back, pushing her breasts deeper into Evelyn’s face.
As her tongue circled the dark nipple, the beautiful redhead heard the older woman’s breath hiss through her teeth, her body tensing beneath the teasing touch. The black hips bucked up to meet the white, as Blake’s own need grew with each flick of the young Lieutenant‘s tongue. The taste of the black skin was addictive, with the salt and musk fueling her desire, which built with every pass of her tongue. She felt Lathifa’s fingers tighten in her red hair, the older woman’s grip guiding her and demanding more, as Evelyn’s tongue flicked out, circling her dark nipple, sending a jolt of arousal through her. Lathifa’s smile widened, and her dark eyes brightened as she delighted in this young, submissive redhead, an officer, servicing her.
“That’s right, Evelyn,” she growled, her voice a low rumble of approval.
She could feel Evelyn’s tentativeness, her initial hesitation giving way to growing eagerness. Lathifa knew, from the moment she confronted Evelyn in the office, that the young officer harboured untapped desires waiting to be unleashed. She had watched Evelyn’s reactions closely under her touch. She recognized that the beautiful officer was a woman of incredible lust and passion, hidden beneath a layer of societal expectations and self-doubt.
For a moment, Evelyn felt as if she were in a sensual movie scene: the bedroom was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a street lamp coming from the window, and the gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the room like a steady, low heartbeat. The taste of Lathifa’s skin was intoxicating—the rich mix of salt and musk that made her head spin and her body ache with desire. She could feel the tension in the room, a palpable force that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and her breath hitch in her throat. The beautiful girl’s tongue flicked out, circling the black woman’s dark nipple, the stiff peak pressing against the roof of her mouth.
She heard Lathifa’s breath catch, the older woman’s body tensing beneath her touch, her fingers tightening in her red hair. Her heart was beating fast in her chest, her mind racing as she tried to process the primal sensations coursing through her. She was in a new world, her every movement guided by Lathifa’s commands, her every touch meeting the older woman’s approval. Then, suddenly, the black woman’s grip on her hair loosened, and Evelyn heard the rustle of fabric and the clatter of something hitting the nightstand. She lifted her head, her eyes meeting Lathifa’s gaze, which was now fixed on something just outside her view.
“What’s that?” Evelyn asked softly, her voice just above a whisper, her body still trembling with excitement and anticipation.
Lathifa’s eyes never left the object on the nightstand as she reached out, her hand closing around it before pulling it into view. It was a phone, and Evelyn recognized it as Lathifa’s. The older woman held it up, her finger hovering over the screen.
“Smile for the camera, Evelyn,” she said, her voice calm yet assertive. “We’re going to take some more pictures.”
Lathifa’s gaze shifted from the phone to Evelyn, her expression stern.
I want to see your little white hands cupping my black breast, and your sweet pink lips sucking my nipples. Let’s capture this moment, Evelyn,” she said with a malicious smile.
“Let’s capture the look on your face as your tongue flicks out, tasting my skin,” she continued as she was chanting a spell on the beautiful submissive girl. “Your innocence is intoxicating, Evelyn. It’s a sharp contrast to the raw, desperate need that’s burning in your eyes. I can see the conflict within you—the struggle between your desires and your doubts. But I want you to embrace this, Evelyn.”
“Show me your desire.” Lathifa’s voice was firm and commanding. “Smile for me, Evelyn. Let the camera capture the wild desire in your eyes.”
Lieutenant Wood’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her. She hesitated, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire, her mind racing with doubts and insecurities. She wasn’t used to being commanded, to having her every move dictated by someone else. But as she looked into Sergeant Blake’s eyes, she saw the challenge there, the unyielding demand, and she knew that she couldn’t back down. With a deep breath, she forced a smile, her lips curving into a sensual, inviting shape that conflicted with the turmoil inside her.
She tentatively lifted her hands, her small white fingers brushing Lathifa’s dark skin, her touch again gentle and almost reverent. She watched the camera flash, the bright light briefly blinding her, and felt Sergeant Blake’s body tense beneath her hand. Her breath caught as Lathifa’s fingers tightened in her red hair, the older woman’s grip guiding her, demanding more.
Evelyn’s mind was a whirlwind of doubt and desire as she leaned in, her pink lips parting, her tongue darting out to taste the salt of the black woman’s sweat. She heard the camera click again, and again the flash momentarily blinded her. A surge of pride and defiance rose within her as she heard Lathifa’s breath hitch and the older woman’s body arched into her touch. Emboldened, Evelyn’s tongue flicked out with more intensity, capturing Lathifa’s nipple, her lips wrapping around the hard peak, suckling and teasing. The taste of sweat and skin filled her senses, leaving her craving more.
Mmm, that’s it, Evelyn,” the older woman growled, her voice a low, approving rumble. “Show me how badly you want it. Suck harder, little one.”
Evelyn’s heart raced in her chest, her body shaking with a mixture of fear and desire. She followed Lathifa’s command, her lips tightening around the nipple, her tongue swirling and teasing, her teeth lightly nipping.
The camera clicked again, its flash freezing the moment—Evelyn’s red hair spread across Lathifa’s chest, her mouth wrapped around her breast, eyes closed in concentration. Evelyn felt the heat of the camera, the voyeuristic intrusion, which only increased her arousal and strengthened her resolve to please Lathifa. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue moving furiously.
“Fuck, Evelyn,” Lathifa groaned, her voice thick with desire.
She took another picture, this one of the young redhead’s flushed face, her mouth full of the older woman’s black breast, her eyes now open, her gaze fixed on the latter. The camera captured the wild desire in the white girl’s blue eyes, the desperation and need radiating from her.
Lathifa’s voice was stern and commanding. “Show me the face of the woman who wants this, who desires it.”
The sudden order caused Evelyn to pause, her lips still around Lathifa’s nipple. She hesitated, her body trembling with a mixture of arousal and uncertainty. Everything was new for her; the intense intimacy and the black woman’s commanding presence made her feel both excited and terrified. She pulled back slightly, her cerulean eyes meeting Lathifa’s dark ones in the brief flash of the camera.
“Smile,” Lathifa repeated, her voice steady and her eyes locking onto Evelyn’s.
The redheaded girl felt a surge of defiance, a rebellious spark igniting within her. She slowly pulled away from the older woman’s breast, her lips just brushing her black skin as she let go. The black woman’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes never leaving the young beauty. As an expert dominatrix, Lathifa recognized the shadows of the officer’s pride in those blue eyes—the ghost of the woman the beautiful redhead had been so far, and who she was now trying to erase. In those eyes, Lathifa also saw the remnants of a strict puritan upbringing and the weight of social conventions and sexual inhibition that had once bound and repressed Evelyn’s sexuality. The black woman immediately understood that it was time to crush all of this and erase it from the young white girl’s mind once and for all, along with her remaining inhibitions and sense of guilt.
“You’re conflicted, aren’t you, Evelyn?” she said, her voice a low, taunting purr. She tossed the phone onto the nightstand, the clatter of plastic against wood punctuating her words. “You want this, but you’re fighting it. You don’t want to give in to your desires, do you?”
Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest as her breath came in ragged gasps. A new wave of uncertainty swept over her, and her body trembled with a mix of fear, desire, and anger. Before she could respond, Lathifa’s hands gripped her head, her fingers tangling in her fiery red hair.
“Don’t fight it, Evelyn,” she growled, her voice a low, commanding rumble. “Embrace it. Let go of your expectations and surrender to your desires.”
With a firm push, the older Black woman guided the white girl’s head between her legs. Her muscular, black thighs pressed against the delicate, pale skin of the young girl’s ears, and her scent enveloped her, filling her nostrils like a warm, musky cloud. Evelyn’s heart beat wildly in her chest, her mind racing as she tried to process the sudden, intimate contact. She had never done anything like this before; her past experiences with sexuality were limited to the fumbling, awkward heterosexual encounters of her youth.
But Lathifa was different—strong, dominant, and unapologetically sexual. She had never been with anyone like this black older woman, before, never experienced such an uninhibited and feral intimacy. The white girl felt vulnerable, exposed, in front of her, and she felt her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. She hesitated, her mind a storm of doubt and desire.
But the scent of Lathifa’s desire was overwhelming —a deep, musky aroma that made her inhale sharply, her body responding instinctively. With a deep breath, Evelyn leaned in, her pretty nose nuzzling against the dark curls between the dark, muscular legs, her fingers tentatively exploring the soft, sensitive skin. The black woman’s breath hitched, her hips bucking slightly, a soft, wordless encouragement that emboldened Evelyn.
“That’s right, Evelyn,” Lathifa murmured, her voice a low, approving rumble.
As Evelyn’s hand hesitantly explored Lathifa’s most private area, the older woman reached again for the phone on the nightstand, her fingers brushing the cool metal frame as she picked it up. She brought the device to her eye level, the screen glowing softly in the dim room.
“Let me capture this moment, Evelyn,” Lathifa said, her voice steady and commanding. “Let me see the look on your face as you explore me, as you embrace your desires.”
The white girl’s body tensed slightly at the older woman’s words, a mix of fear and excitement flowing through her. She hesitated, her breath catching as she felt the weight of the black woman’s gaze on her, through the camera phone aimed at her. A dominator smile appeared on Lathifa’s face, partially hidden by the phone. It was the triumphant smile of a horse tamer who had finally cornered a wild mare after a long chase.
“Let’s take a video of this moment,” the older woman said, her voice a low, demanding growl. “I want a memory of your pretty white face and your fiery red hair between my black legs, munching my black pussy.”
Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she tried to process Lathifa’s words. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, her pale porcelain cheeks flushing with heat. But she also experienced a surge of arousal, the imposing command in the black woman’s voice leaving her body aching with desire. She looked up at Lathifa, her blue eyes meeting the older woman’s gaze, a silent question in her expression.
Lathifa’s lips curled into a predatory smile, her eyes never leaving Evelyn’s. It was finally time to put the halter on the beautiful white mare to control her now and forever. Besides the physical pleasure she had already experienced, this was also a pleasure for the black female sergeant. It was more subtle, more delicate, but no less intense than the sensation unleashed by physical contact between bodies. It was a pure mental pleasure, carrying many meanings. It was not only the pleasure of domination and submission between humans, but also the turn of social norms—homosexuality replacing heterosexuality, a lesbian lifestyle and culture prevailing over a conformist and bigoted education. It represented the outcasts from the slums emerging against the luxury and privileges of high society. It was the “Africans’ vengeance” against a hundred years of humiliation and violence by white Southern supremacists. Most of all, it was the rejection of the military hierarchy, which asserted who was stronger and more determined over who was weaker and unfit to lead. All these thoughts flashed through Lathifa’s mind in a few seconds as she was choosing the right words for the unspoken question lingering in the air.
“You like that, don’t you, Lieutenant Wood?” she taunted, her voice a low, sensual purr. “You like the taste of my pussy, don’t you?”
Evelyn hesitated, her breath catching as she sensed the weight of Lathifa’s gaze on her, the camera phone aimed at her. The vulnerability of the moment made her second-guess her actions, but the undeniable control hidden in Lathifa’s voice left her body aching with desire. She looked up at her domina, her blue eyes meeting the older woman’s dark gaze, the just-posed question lingering in her expression. Then, slowly, she nodded, giving the black woman the confirmation she sought and surrendering to the dominant pull she felt. Lathifa’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She pressed the record button on her phone and pointed the camera at Evelyn.
“What are you going to do, slut?” she demanded, her voice laced with raw, primal hunger.
Lieutenant Wood hesitated, the camera’s fixed gaze making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable. But she also felt a surge of defiance, a spark of rebellion igniting within her. She looked up at Sergeant Blake, her blue eyes flashing with determination.
“I’m going to make you come, Sergeant Major,” she said, her voice steady and bold. Lathifa’s gaze sharpened, her eyes never leaving Evelyn as she kept the camera steady, capturing every moment. She felt a surge of pride as she watched Lieutenant Wood’s transformation—the young officer, who had been uncertain and hesitant just moments before, was now confident, determined, and incredibly sexy.
“Louder, Lieutenant Wood,” Sergeant Blake commanded, her voice a low, demanding growl. “Let me hear you say it.”
Evelyn’s breath hitched, her body tense as she felt the weight of Lathifa’s gaze, the camera’s unblinking stare. But she didn’t back down, her voice clear and confident as she spoke the words, she knew the black woman wanted to hear—the words that left no doubt about her intentions.
“I’m going to lick you, Sergeant Major,” she said, her eyes locked onto Sergeant Blake’s, her voice resonating with determination. “I’m going to lap at your pussy until you scream, until you come all over my face.”
This time, it was Lathifa’s breath that hitched as her body tensed at the raw, explicit words that left Evelyn’s lips. She watched, her eyes never leaving Evelyn’s, as the young officer’s confidence grew—her body leaning in, her fingers parting the gray curls between her muscular, dark legs. The redhead’s eyes widened, her gaze fixed on the glistening flesh exposed before her. She could smell the musky scent of the black woman’s desire, a deep, intoxicating aroma that made her breath pause and her body ache with need.
But Sergeant Blake’s gaze remained steady, her eyes piercing into Evelyn’s as she asked, “Why are you going to make me cum, Lieutenant?”
Lieutenant Wood hesitated, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and desire as she tried to formulate an answer. She knew that Lathifa expected more than just a physical response; she wanted to hear the truth and understand the depth of her desire.
So, with a deep breath, she looked into Sergeant Blake’s dark eyes and said, “Because I want to. Because I want to see you lose control, to watch you fall apart under my touch. Because I’m a white slut, addicted to your black pussy, Sergeant Major.”
The words left Evelyn’s lips like a confession, a raw, explicit declaration that sent a surge of pure, unfiltered desire through her. She observed the reaction in Lathifa’s eyes, how her pupils dilated, and her body tensed with anticipation. Evelyn’s heart raced in her chest, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps as she prepared to taste the older black woman, to embrace the primal urge that consumed her. Lathifa’s grip on the phone tightened as she captured the moment, her eyes never leaving Evelyn’s.
She growled, a low, guttural sound that seemed to rumble through her very core, “That’s right, Lieutenant. You know who you belong to now, don’t you? Who owns you? Tell me.”
Her voice was a sharp command, her dark eyes burning into the white girl’s blue ones, demanding an answer. Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath hitching as she felt the weight of Lathifa’s gaze, the camera’s unblinking stare. She knew the answer, had known it since the moment the older woman’s dark fingers had caressed her porcelain skin for the first time, since the moment she felt the older woman’s primeval power on her soul. But saying it aloud, submitting to the truth of it, was a terrifying prospect. Evelyn hesitated, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes flickering away from Lathifa’s intense gaze.
“Lieutenant,” the black female sergeant growled, her voice a low, demanding rumble. “You know who you belong to now, don’t you?”
Again, Evelyn looked up, her cerulean eyes meeting Lathifa’s dark ones, a silent battle raging inside her. Their eyes locked onto each other. The words poured from her lips like a confession, raw and unfiltered, leaving her body aching with a mix of fear and desire.
“You own me,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I am your white slave, your slut, addicted to your black pussy. You own me, Mistress,”
Lathifa’s grip on the phone tightened even more as she captured this moment of dominance. A dominant smile spread across her face, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and control.
“That’s right, Evelyn.” She said with a note of triumph in her voice,” You are mine. My slave, my slut, my white bitch. And I’m going to use you, fuck you, and own every part of you. Lieutenant Wood is no more for me.”
Evelyn’s breath paused, her body tense with anticipation and fear. She looked down at the glistening flesh before her, her heart pounding as she understood what Lathifa wanted her to do. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with doubts and insecurities. But then, she remembered Sergeant Blake’s words—her command—and realized she had no choice but to obey. Slowly, tentatively, she leaned in, her breath mingling with the scent of the black woman’s arousal. She could feel her gaze on her—intense and demanding—as she prepared to taste her.
Taking a deep breath, the beautiful redhead’s tongue flicked out from her pink lips, tentatively licking the slick, musky flesh. She had already tasted the older woman’s intimacy, but this time the taste was overwhelming, unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was sweet and salty, tangy and earthy—a symphony of flavors that made her mouth water and her body ache with desire. She teased the sensitive bud, her tongue circling gently, her breath stirring the damp grey curls around it. Lathifa’s body tensed, her hips bucking slightly as Evelyn’s tongue worked its magic. She let out a low groan, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down Evelyn’s spine.
“Mmm, that’s it, Evelyn,” Lathifa growled, her voice thick with pleasure. “Just like that. Circle your tongue around my clit, tease it, make me beg for more.”
Evelyn’s tongue circled Lathifa’s clit, her movements slow and deliberate, her focus entirely on the task. She could feel the heat radiating from the dark, warm body in front of her, the muscles in her thighs tensing and relaxing as her tongue danced around it. The white girl’s heart raced in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she obeyed the older black woman’s command. A new, strange feeling grew inside her, deep within her soul. She felt powerful and in control, knowing she was the one giving such pleasure to this dominant woman, filling her with pride and a sense of achievement. The camera phone, still in Lathifa’s hand, captured the raw, intimate moment, the image slightly blurred by the movement of her body—Evelyn’s fiery red hair sharply brushed against her thighs, her white fingers spread wide across her dark skin. The scene was primal, erotic, a testament to the new power dynamics between the two women.
Evelyn’s tongue pressed harder against Lathifa’s clit, her lips forming a seal around the swollen bud. She sucked and flicked, her teeth grazing softly, her tongue pressing insistently, her mouth working earnestly to make the older woman lose control. The camera recorded every detail, every flicker of emotion on the white girl’s face, every twitch of the black woman’s hips.
“That’s it, Evelyn,” Lathifa purred, her voice thick with desire. “Work that tongue, make me feel it.“
Lathifa’s hips bucked against Evelyn’s mouth, the movement sudden and primal, the need for release overwhelming. The beautiful white girl’s hands gripped the older black woman’s hips, holding her in place as she continued to work her magic, her tongue pressing insistently against the latter’s clit. The camera phone, still clutched in the black sergeant’s hand, captured the raw, intimate moment, the image slightly blurred by her body’s movement. Evelyn’s eyes widened as she felt the force of Lathifa’s need, the older woman’s body tensing and relaxing with each thrust of her hips.
In response, the redhead’s tongue circled faster, her mouth working furiously, determined to push her dominator to the edge. She could feel the heat building between them, the air in the room growing thick with desire and the taste of the other woman’s arousal.
“Fuck, Evelyn,” Lathifa groaned, her voice ragged and desperate. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
Her grip on the camera phone tightened as she fought to maintain control, to capture this moment of pure, raw pleasure. The phone shook in her hand, the image blurring as her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with the effort of keeping up with Lathifa’s demands.
She felt the older woman’s hips bucking against her face, the movement growing faster and more desperate with each passing moment. The black sergeant’s breath became a series of irregular gasps, her body tensing and relaxing as she neared the edge. The camera phone, still clutched in her hand, shook and blurred with her movements, the sound of her ragged breath echoing through the room.
Evelyn redoubled her efforts, her tongue circling Lathifa’s clit with furious determination. She could taste the sweet, tangy flavor of the older woman’s desire, could feel the heat radiating from her body. She knew she was close, could sense the tension building within the black sergeant’s body, and together with the desperate need for release.
She increased her efforts again, her tongue flicking furiously against her lover’s clit, her lips suctioned tightly around the swollen bud. Suddenly, Lathifa’s body tensed, her hips bucking violently against Evelyn’s face, her hands gripping the camera phone so tightly that it threatened to shatter. A sudden surge of hot, sticky liquid splashed against the white girl’s beautiful face, coating her skin in a thick, warm syrup. Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock and awe as she realized what had just happened—Lathifa had come, her orgasm so intense that it had sent her squirting all over her pale skin. The camera phone, still clutched in the older black woman’s hand, captured this wild moment of primitive passion, the image blurring with the force of her release. She groaned, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. As the last spasm subsided, Lathifa let out a satisfied sigh, her body relaxing into the mattress as a slow smile spread across her face.
“Fuck, Evelyn,” she said, her voice thick with pleasure and admiration. “You did well. Really fucking well.”
The young white girl lifted her head, her face coated in the older black woman’s release, her eyes reflecting a mix of pride and disbelief. She had never experienced anything like this before, had never brought anyone to the point of squirting, and had never been squirted on herself. She felt a sense of accomplishment and power, along with a hint of apprehension. What would Lathifa want next? As if reading her mind, Lathifa rose onto her knees on the bed, her eyes burning into Evelyn’s.
“Now, it’s your turn,” she said, her voice low and commanding.
She reached out, grasping the redhead’s shoulder, and with a firm push, guided her down onto the bed. Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest as she found herself lying on her back, her body sprawled before Lathifa. She looked up at the older woman, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Before she could ask, her lover’s strong black hands grasped her ankles, their grip firm as they raised her slender white legs and spread them wide in the air. Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest, her body tense with uncertainty and arousal as she found herself completely exposed to Lathifa’s gaze. Her legs dangled in the air, her knees bent slightly, her pussy on full display before the older woman. Lathifa’s eyes darkened with desire as she took in the sight of Evelyn’s glistening cunt, her fingers tracing the smooth, bare skin of her inner thighs.
“You’re a beautiful sight, Evelyn,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. “So open, so vulnerable. It’s intoxicating.”
Evelyn’s cheeks flushed with heat, her body aching with a mix of fear and desire.
With a quick movement, Lathifa positioned herself between Evelyn’s legs, the right knee on one side of the younger woman’s hips and the left knee close to her buttocks, while her black cunt landed on the pink, soft pussy lips of the white girl. She leaned in, her muscular arms bracing her weight, her eyes never leaving Evelyn’s. The young girl was in shock: she was going to be ridden bareback and tamed as a white mare by this dark female rider.
“I—I don’t know if I’ve ever—” The beautiful redhead stammered.
“You’ve never what, slut?” the dominant black woman demanded, her voice steady and confident. “You’ve never had a pussy on your pussy?”
Evelyn’s breath quickened, her body tensing as she felt the weight of Lathifa’s gaze and the intensity of her demand.
She shook her head, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. “I—No, never like this,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lathifa’s lips curled into a devilish smile, her dark eyes gleaming with a primal hunger.
“Then you’re in for a treat, little one,” she growled, her voice thick with lust as she lowered herself, her pussy pressing firmly against Evelyn’s.
Evelyn’s breath hitched as her body tensed, and she felt the unexpected sensation of Lathifa’s hot, wet flesh against her own. The older woman’s weight bore down on her, pinning her to the bed, her black, muscular body straddling Evelyn’s white legs. The older black woman’s muscular thighs pressed against the younger girl’s beautiful body, trapping her in place, and the latter couldn’t help but wriggle slightly, trying to adjust to the sudden, intimate contact.
Lathifa’s black, strong hands grasped Evelyn’s slender legs at the ankles, her grip firm and unyielding as she lifted them higher into the air, spreading them wider, exposing her completely to the intimate contact. The redhead girl’s breath hitched again, her body tensing as she felt the weight of the black woman’s body and met the primal, hungry gaze in her eyes. She could feel the heat radiating from the older woman’s body, the musky scent of her desire filling the air, and she knew there was no escaping what was about to happen. She was completely at Lathifa’s mercy, completely at her command.
“Stay still, Evelyn,” Lathifa growled in an authoritative voice that did not allow replies, her eyes never leaving Evelyn’s. “I don’t want you moving. Do you understand?”
“Not even one inch,” she commanded, positioning herself better between the white girl’s spread legs, her black, muscular thighs pressing against the white, soft skin of her submissive partner’s beautiful body.
Lathifa began to grind, her pussy rubbing firmly against Evelyn’s. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction of the black woman’s slick flesh against the white girl’s own sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through the latter’s body. Evelyn’s breath shortness, her blue eyes widening as she felt the wild power of Lathifa’s movements, the older woman’s labia grinding against hers with a force and intensity that left her body aching with need.
The young girl’s hands instinctively reached out, grasping the sheets beneath her, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she fought to maintain control. But the older woman’s grip on her legs was firm, her muscles tensing and relaxing as she rode her, her movements deliberate and measured.
Evelyn’s breathlessness increased again, her body arching as Lathifa’s clit ground against hers, the sensation sending electric shocks of pleasure through her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, the raw intimacy of the black woman’s movements leaving her desperate for more.
“You feel that, don’t you?” Lathifa demanded, her voice a low, commanding growl.
“Yes, Mistress,” Evelyn choked out, her body already aching from the intensity of the friction.
The older black woman’s hips continued their relentless grinding, the pressure building, the heat and moisture between them rising. The redhead girl’s breath hitched again, her back arching slightly as she felt the pleasure building, threatening to overwhelm her. Her hands balled into fists, her knuckles white as she clenched the sheets beneath her, her body vibrating with the force of her lover’s movements. And then she couldn’t hold back any longer. The pleasure became too much, the sensation of Lathifa’s body against hers too intense.
Evelyn’s body arched off the bed, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips, “Oh, God, Mistress, please!”
The sound of her voice, raw and desperate, only spurred the black woman on, her hips moving faster, her grip on the redhead’s legs tightening as she ground their bodies together harder. The white girl’s eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she struggled to maintain some semblance of control. But it was no use. Lathifa was too strong and too determined, and Evelyn’s body was too aroused to fight the pleasure building within her.
The beautiful girl’s white body spasmed as the first wave of her orgasm hit, her back arching off the bed as she cried out again, “Oh god, Mistress, please!”
Suddenly, Lathifa’s grip on Evelyn’s right ankle tightened, her hips moved faster, and her clit ground harder against the redhead’s. Meanwhile, the older black woman released the white girl’s left ankle and, with her free hand, grabbed her phone from the bedside table, then started recording.
“Look here, slut,” Lathifa growled, her voice thick with lust and dominance.
She angled the phone to capture Evelyn’s face, her red hair wild and dishevelled, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth open in a silent, desperate scream. The camera captured every contortion of Evelyn’s face, every twitch of her body, her lips parted and gasping for air. The sound of the beautiful girl’s moans filled the room, and her voice echoed as a primal sound that sent shivers of satisfaction down the black woman’s spine.
“That’s it, slut,” Lathifa growled, her voice laced with dominance. “Scream for me. Scream like the pathetic little bitch you are.”
She watched Evelyn’s body convulse, her hips bucking wildly against her own as the white girl rode out the waves of her orgasm. The beautiful redhead’s toes curled, her nails digging into the sheets, her entire body consumed by the pleasure that wracked her. Her orgasm ripped through her like wildfire, her back arching off the bed as a guttural scream escaped her lips as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Lathifa, however, showed no signs of stopping, her hips grinding against Evelyn’s and her grip unyielding.
“Not yet, slut,” she growled, her voice a low, commanding rumble. “You’re nowhere near done with me.”
Evelyn’s eyes flew open, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her mind struggling to process Lathifa’s words as her body began to ache from the relentless friction.
“Please, Mistress,” she begged, her voice raw and desperate. “I can’t… I can’t take any more.”
Her plea tumbled out, a mix of fear and desperation, as she felt the savage, primal sexual power of Lathifa’s movements, the older woman’s hips grinding against hers with a force and intensity that left her body screaming for mercy.
“Please, slow down,” she begged, her eyes meeting Lathifa’s and her voice a desperate plea for relief. “I can’t take more of this, Mistress. Please,” Evelyn pleaded, her body already on the edge of another orgasm, her muscles tensing and shuddering beneath the older woman’s relentless touch.
The black woman’s grip on the right leg tightened even more as she felt the younger woman’s body tremble. Her hips moved faster, grinding harder against the sensitive flesh of the latter. The pressure was intense, the friction unbearable, and despite her pleas, the beautiful girl felt heat and pleasure building within her once more. Lathifa’s eyes never left Evelyn’s face, her expression a mix of lasciviousness and dominance as she watched the young officer squirm and plead beneath her.
With a cruel smile, she growled, “You will take more, slut. You will take everything I give you.”
Lathifa moved the camera toward the mirror, angling it to capture the reflection of their entwined bodies. Her hips continued their relentless grinding, her grip on Evelyn’s leg unyielding as she watched their reflection in the mirror. The sight was feral and raw, the image of their interlocked bodies a testament to her dominance and the white officer’s submission. The camera phone, still clutched in her black hand, shook slightly as she fought to maintain control, her breath coming in broken gasps.
Evelyn’s eyes widened as she caught sight of their reflection in the mirror, her face flushed with a mix of fear and desire. The contrast between their bodies was stark—her pale, slender frame pinned and dominated by Lathifa’s black, muscular body. The older woman’s dark skin glistened with sweat, her shoulders and arms bulging with power as she held the young girl firmly in place, labia to labia and clit against clit. The sight of their reflection sent a fresh surge of heat through Evelyn’s body, and her breath hitched as she realized how completely she was at Lathifa’s mercy.
“You like what you see, slut?” Lathifa growled, her voice thick with desire as she watched Evelyn’s blue eyes meet their reflection.
Evelyn’s breath stopped, her body trembling as she struggled to find the words to respond. The sight of their entwined bodies and the savage sexual power radiating from Lathifa was overwhelming. Lieutenant Wood’s body shuddered with another orgasm, her eyes rolling back as a guttural moan escaped her lips. Sergeant Blake’s grip on her leg was still tight, her hips moving faster, her pussy grinding harder against hers as she rode out the spasms of her climax. The camera phone shook in the black woman’s hand, the image blurring as she fought to maintain control, her breath coming in rales.
“That’s right, slut,” Lathifa growled in a commanding, sensual voice. “Take what I give you. Take it all, slut,” she rasped, her voice a low, guttural command.
Evelyn’s body convulsed, every muscle tensing and relaxing as she fought to comply, to take all the older woman demanded. Her breath came in short, jagged gasps, her vision swimming as another orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. The camera phone, still clutched in the black woman’s hand, captured the raw, brutal force of their embrace, the sweat-slicked skin, and the wild, desperate movements of their bodies.
“Please,” Evelyn begged, her voice a ragged whisper,
Her plea for mercy went unanswered. Lathifa’s grip on her ankle remained strong, while her hips moved with relentless, punishing force, her body grinding against Evelyn’s like a wild beast. Sergeant Blake could feel her own orgasm building, the heat and pressure coiling within her, threatening to consume her. The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity of their connection pushing her to the edge. She knew that Lieutenant Wood was close once more, her body tense and trembling, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. But the black woman demanded more, wanted to push them both further, to make this moment unforgettable.
“Do you feel that, Evelyn?” Lathifa growled, her voice thick with lustfulness and mastery. “Feel my heat, my power? You’re mine, Evelyn. Every inch of you belongs to me. Now, take what I give you. Give me what I demand.”
Evelyn’s body shuddered at the force of Lathifa’s words, her mind struggling to process the savage control radiating from the older woman’s body.
The older woman’s pussy ground harder against the redhead girl’s, the friction between their slick folds sending electric shocks of pleasure through her. The white girl could feel every muscle in the black woman’s thighs and core working in tandem to keep their bodies locked together and maintain the relentless pace that left her breathless and desperate. The sudden increase in intensity was unbearable, and Evelyn’s eyes flew open as her body tensed and she gasped for air.
“Oh god, Mistress, please,” she pleaded, her voice a ragged whisper again. “I can’t—I can’t take more.”
Instead, Lathifa’s grip tightened on Evelyn’s body, her eyes burning into the younger woman’s. Her hips continued their merciless grinding, her body demanding that the beautiful girl take everything she had to give. The intensity of Lathifa’s movements was overwhelming, and Evelyn’s body convulsed, her muscles tensing and shuddering beneath her.
“I—” Evelyn’s breath hitched, her voice ragged and desperate as she struggled to find the words.
She wanted to scream, to beg again for mercy, but Lathifa’s commanding presence left her incapable of anything but submission.
“Yes?” The black woman demanded, her voice a low, cruel growl as she watched the white girl’s body writhe and convulse beneath her.
She knew what the redhead wanted to say and saw the plea for mercy in her eyes, but she refused to give in. Not yet. Not until they were both spent, broken, and utterly owned. Evelyn’s body arched off the bed, her back bowing as another orgasm tore through her. Lathifa, with a final, brutal thrust, ground their pussies together, their bodies fused as one. Evelyn’s vision swam as her muscles tensed and released, the shockwaves of pleasure ravaging her. She felt the black, muscular body between her legs tense as the older woman found her release. With a primal growl, Lathifa’s hips stuttered, her body shuddering as she came, their sweat-slicked flesh slapping together in the aftermath of their ferocious coupling.
The black woman’s hold on the white girls remained firm, her hips still grinding against the latter’s, her body shuddering with the force of her own release. Suddenly, Evelyn felt a warm, wet gush between their bodies. The sensation was unexpected, overwhelming, and as she looked down, she saw Lathifa’s fluids spilling from her, coating her pussy and thighs in a thick, creamy mess. The camera phone, still in Lathifa’s hand, had captured the raw, visceral image of their entwined bodies, their faces contorted by the force of their climaxes. Evelyn’s breath came in sharp gasps, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Lathifa’s grip on Evelyn’s leg loosened, and her hips, halted, no longer ground relentlessly as she sought to regain control of her own body. Her breath was heavy, and her eyes never left Evelyn’s face as she watched the younger woman grapple with the primal sensations coursing through her.
“Fuck, Evelyn,” Lathifa groaned, her voice thick with satisfaction and dominance. “Look at you, slut. Soaked in my cum. You love it, don’t you?”
Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock, her body tensing as she felt the warmth and wetness between their entwined bodies. The realization of what had just happened hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She had never experienced anything like this before, never felt so utterly claimed, so completely owned by another.
“You “Feel that, don’t you, Evelyn? Feel my cum, my power. It’s inside you, marking you as mine,” remarked Lathifa.
Evelyn finally processed Lathifa’s words, connecting them to the warmth of the black woman’s release filling her, her body tensing with the sudden, intense sensation. A strange, primal feeling washed over her, a sense of being claimed, of being taken as no man ever had. She had always prided herself on her control, her ability to compartmentalize and maintain a semblance of order in her life. But in that moment, as she felt Lathifa’s cum coating her most intimate place, she felt a wild, vulnerable side of herself awaken. It was a feeling that both terrified and exhilarated her.
Her mind raced, trying to process the insanity of the situation. She was a respected Navy officer, a woman who prided herself on her control and composure, even in the most challenging circumstances. But in that moment, because of the warmth and wetness between their naked bodies, she found herself completely disarmed, utterly at Lathifa’s mercy. Her breath hitched, her eyes widened in surprise and awe as she looked up at the black, older woman, while her body still couldn’t stop trembling from the aftershocks of their intense coupling.
Their eyes met, and in that moment, Evelyn saw a reflection of her own lust staring back at her. Lathifa’s eyes were dark and fierce, her expression a mix of satisfaction and dominance. Yet there was something else in her gaze—a hint of tenderness, a softness that caught the white girl off guard and left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. The older woman’s black hands moved up the white, shapely legs, her thumbs tracing gentle circles on the younger woman’s inner thighs. Evelyn gasped for breath, her body still sensitive and trembling from their intense sex, as Lathifa’s touch sent fresh waves of pleasure coursing through her.
The black woman leaned in, her lips brushing the redhead’s ear, her voice a low, husky whisper. “You did well, Evelyn.”
Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest, her body responding to the intimacy of Lathifa’s touch and the warm breath against her ear. She could feel the older woman’s words resonating within her, a mix of praise and possession that left her breathless and desperate for more. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing into the bed beneath her, as Lathifa’s lips traced the line of her jaw.
Her voice was a soft murmur against Evelyn’s skin. “You’re mine now, Evelyn. Every inch of you.”
The words sent a shiver down Evelyn’s spine, and her body arched slightly into the older woman’s touch. It was a claim, a possession, and she found she didn’t mind it one bit. Not in this moment, with Lathifa’s body still pressed against hers, her scent and taste still lingering in her senses. Instinctively, she hugged the black woman’s body possessively, like a castaway with a lifebelt during a storm. The older woman smiled and moved her arm around the girl’s delicate porcelain shoulders, allowing the beautiful redhead to settle comfortably under the protection of her armpit, making her feel safe and shielded by the world.
Evelyn’s eyes remained closed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as she tried to process the intensity of their encounter. She had never felt so claimed, so dominated, and yet, paradoxically, so cherished. She couldn’t help but compare it to her previous sexual experiences—experiences that paled in comparison to the wild sexual intensity of what she and Lathifa had just shared.
“Sleep now, my little slut. Dream of me.” Evelyn heard as her eyes drifted shut, her body limp and utterly spent, the weight of exhaustion and pleasure pulling her into the darkness of sleep.
