I walked on my knees to the bedroom as Patrick led me by the leash. Once in the bedroom he led me to the side of the bed and tugged on the leash. I noticed on the far side of the bed was a black duffel bag. I knew what was in that bag. I had seen it many times over since my arrangement with Patrick started. He did bring something extra on the trip.
“Stand.”
I slightly struggled to stand and stood at the edge of the bed. Patrick let go of the leash and ran his hands up my stomach to the top of my chest. He grabbed the top opening of my Princess Jasmine costume and yanked his hands down hard. I almost fell over. When he ripped open the top of my costume I made a whimpering gasp and the buttons tore off and scattered on the floor. I would definitely have to buy a new costume now. He pulled the top off my shoulders and behind my back until it was topped from coming off my body by the belt that tied my hands behind my back. My breasts were now exposed to him.
“On the bed,” he ordered me. “On your stomach, head down and I want that fat, black ass up in the air.”
“Yes, Master,” I told him.
I crawled on the bed and positioned myself how he wanted my body. My face was pressed on the bed, my knees drawn up to my chest, and my ass up. I felt the shift of the mattress as Patrick got on the bed and looked over my shoulder to see him kneeling behind me. I then felt his hands grab at the waistline of my costume bottoms and he pulled them down to my knees and exposed my naked butt. I shivered from excitement and anticipation when his hands gently caressed my butt cheeks.
“Fuck, you do have an amazing ass,” He told me in a husky whisper.
I gave my butt a slight wiggle and giggled, “Thank you, Master.”
Patrick got off the bed and walked around the other side and I turned my head to look at him. He removed his golf shirt and socks, the only articles of clothing he still had on and tossed them to the floor. His penis was still fully erect due to the pill I spiked the beer with. He did not say a word but started humming, the Marine Corps Hymn of all things, as he unzipped the duffel bag. I bit my lower lip and watched with anticipation at what delightful sex toys he may have packed for the trip.
I frowned at the first item he pulled out of the bag: a red ballgag attached to leather straps with silver buckles. I had a love/hate relationship with ball gags. I hated them being used on me, having my mouth stuffed with the bad-tasting rubber ball, not being able to swallow properly and making my saliva run out of my mouth, and the humiliation of them. But I loved the humiliation of them being used on me. It aroused me sexually. Patrick placed the gag next to my face to taunt me with it. He knew my relationship with ball gags. I let out a faint whining whimper.
Patrick ignored me and continued to hum as he placed his hand inside the duffle bag and pulled out the next item. What he pulled out made me whimper louder.
“No, Master. Please, no. I will be good. I promise I will be a good black whore for you,” I whined out as I begged him.
Patrick held a black leather paddle in his right hand. It was about fifteen inches long including the handle. The paddle was wide and flat and flexible so when used it would have a whipping-like motion. The handle was rounded and had a leather strap at the base of the handle to wrap around the user’s wrist so it won’t slip out of the hand.
Patrick smiled at me and caressed my cheek with the paddle, teasing me with it. Again I whimpered loudly.
“I know you will be a good black whore for me. I will train you to be,” He taunted me in a soft calm voice. “But you still need to be punished for your earlier insolence. You need to learn your place.”
Patrick paced the paddle next to my body and picked up the ball gag. “Open your mouth. We can’t have anyone hearing your screams.”
I knew he meant the people in the adjoining rooms. I closed my mouth tight and turned my head away. I would struggle and resist for the sake of the game we were playing. I was whimpering, whining, kicking my feet, wiggling my body, and rolled over on my side.
“Stop! Please, you can’t do this to me,” I begged. “I am a princess and…and you can’t treat me this way!”
Patrick grabbed the leash and pulled hard. “Stop struggling,” he said in a harsh tone. “It will only make it worse for you. I don’t want to mark your body or leave scars for when you are sold, but if you don’t stop struggling I will whip the flesh from your body.”
I stopped struggling and Patrick leaned down and placed his mouth next to my ear, “We have already established you are no longer a princess and now nothing but a black whore to be used. I am going to remind you of that tonight and give you a taste of what your life will become.” Patrick pulled my head up by the leash, “Now turn back over and put that fat, black ass up again.”
With Patrick leading me by the leash, I rolled back to my stomach and once again put my face down on the bed, my knees on the bed, and stuck my ass up. He picked up the ball gag and without being told I opened my mouth and he placed the red ball in my mouth, the straps behind my head, and buckled the gag tight.
My whines and whimpers were now muffled by the gag and Patrick kneeled behind and picked up the paddle. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms and my stomach felt like it was full of butterflies from both the anticipation of the pain I was about to receive and the pleasure and arousal the spanking would give me.
Yes, there was also some fear. Fear of the pain, because I knew it was going to hurt, but not fear of Patrick. I knew that he was well aware of how much I could take and would not go above my threshold. This was far from the first time we played a similar game like this and I had done things such as this with other white men and even a few white women, both for fun and also when I was a hooker.
The spanking would hurt and leave my butt red and tender, but it was nothing compared to how my grandfather used to switch me. That was done to severely hurt me, what Patrick was about to do was done to excite me.
I flinched when I felt the paddle touch my butt cheek. Patrick did not swat me with it, but laid it on my cheek and used it to caress my ass. He was teasing me. I shivered once more from anticipation. Patrick rubbed the paddle on my left butt cheek first and then my right one. I gave muffled moans and pressed my butt to the paddle.
I looked over my shoulder when Patrick chuckled, “You like that huh? You enjoy the feel of the leather on your skin.” He continued to use the paddle to caress my butt. “Such virgin flesh. The royal flesh of a spoiled brat who has never felt the sweet kiss of a hand, paddle, or whip,” He taunted me.
I tried to answer him but with the hard rubber ball in my mouth, it was just a muffled sound. As much as I was enjoying our game and I was enjoying it immensely, even the anticipation of what was to come and all the things I suspected he was going to do to me; I wanted him to fuck me badly. I wanted to feel his cock in wet pussy, to feel him take me in my asshole, and to cum. My need to orgasm was intense but I also knew Patrick was going to have his fun with my body before I felt that blissful release. I had started this game and now I would have to see it through before I was fucked.
I would like to make clear once more a few things about that night in the hotel suite. As I mentioned I am not a masochist. Yes, I enjoy and get turned on by some things like Patrick paddling my butt, sometimes nipple clamps used on me, or hair being pulled. I do have my limits on how far I go and it is not that far at all. I am not into the BDSM lifestyle. It is a fun game to play, with limits, now and then; but outside the sex game, I don’t and will not go around calling a man I am with Master or kneeling to him or submitting to him in my everyday life. I am an independent person, who can be stubborn and strong-willed. I don’t need or want a man to control my life. Just because a girl is submissive sexually and enjoys rough sex on occasion does not mean she is a doormat to be ordered around and bow and kneel to someone.
I am not a pushover or doormat and I don’t fall for men’s hustles. I was the one who could hustle them and did often when I was a hooker. I never cheated a client and he or she always got what they paid for, but I did know how to milk extra money out of them. I learned how to play the game and I played it well.
Even with Patrick, it started as a hustle for me. He was very rich and I thought I would be his Sugar Baby for a while, milk him for whatever money I could, and with the severance package we had, I could end the arrangement and walk away with lots of money and other things he bought me. But I quickly grew fond of him and enjoyed his company, our conversations, the sex was amazing, and I grew accustomed to the lifestyle he provided me.
I also enjoyed the respect he gave me. I never had anyone give me the respect he did. My family surely never did and in high school, I was known as a slut and whore; granted it was for good reason. My job at the resort as a maid was not a job one gives respect for regardless of how hard I worked. Working as a prostitute certainly was not a job where I would gain respect. Patrick showed me respect, however.
That respect even spilled over to the “job” he set me up in – legally for tax purposes that would give me a legal income for the money he deposited in my bank account every month, for contract purposes for my severance package for when our arrangement ended, and for health insurance coverage – my official job title was his personal assistant employed by a charity foundation Patrick started for wounded Marine Corps Veterans. Not nearly as large as the Wounded Warrior Project it still did very well with donations and making sure the money went to the right people. The respect he showed me was that he gave me job responsibilities besides sucking his cock, and listened to my input.
Patrick encouraged me to go to the local community college and I did eventually and got an associate’s degree in Business.
Just because I enjoy what some people would say was borderline racial play when being with a white person does not mean it is something I will stand for on an everyday basis or outside of my fetish. I am a Southern black female who grew up and lives in the south, I know racism. A man or woman who uses racial slurs on me or calls me “a black bitch” or something similar outside of the sex play can expect to get their face slapped.
This is a fetish of mine I enjoy to fulfill on occasion, nothing more. Patrick understood that, and while he of course knew of my past as a prostitute, he always showed me respect and treated me like a lady, except for times like this when he helped me fulfill my fetish.
I did not go around letting all white men and women I had sex with treat me as Patrick has been that night and how he was going to as the night progressed. Yes, I had many white lovers who I let call me names and emphasize the difference of our race during sex and enjoyed it, but out of all the white lovers I have had I have only allowed four to go as far as Patrick was going to go that night. I had to trust the person completely before I allowed myself to be used as Patrick was going to use me.
The first was when I was seventeen and had an affair with an older white man who introduced me to bondage and sex toys and fun roleplay games such as this. The next was an older white couple when I was a prostitute. There were regular clients who I built up trust with and they paid very well for the extra play. The last of course was Patrick.
I felt the paddle leave my butt and braced myself for what was to come next. I heard the smacking noise from the first swat on my fantastic black ass before I felt it. It was like something you would see in a cartoon. The cartoon animal’s tail is on fire and he sniffs and smells the scent of his fur burning and then looks at his tail and sees it on fire and then feels the pain of it. That was what it was like to me. I heard the smack and less than a second later I felt the searing sting.
Patrick paddled my butt and gave me ten smacks on the left cheek and ten smacks on the right cheek. Each swat on my ass was harder than the previous one, or at least felt that way because my butt was getting tender from the paddling. During the paddling I was making muffled pleas for him to stop, part of the game. I also made muffled whining and whimpering sounds that if not for the ball gag would have been very loud, not part of the game. He did not spank me as hard as he could have, not even close to it. Patrick was not a sadist and knew just how hard to paddle me.
Not that it didn’t hurt, it did. By the time he was done, I had tears running down my face and a heavy amount of my saliva coated the ball gag and dripped from my mouth to dampen the bed covers. Even though my ass felt like it was on fire, I was so turned on from the spanking. The right amount of pain to hurt but excite me and the humiliation of it had me feeling as if I was going to go mad from desire and the need to orgasm.
Patrick unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it from my mouth. I gagged a few times and coughed as I gasped for air. He placed the paddle next to my face. He then grabbed the leash again and lifted my head off the bed.
“A reminder of what you get if you fail to obey me, or resist,” he told me.
I did not say anything and Patrick pulled the leash again, “Acknowledge you understand.”
“Yes…yes, Master. I…I will be good. I promise,” I whined out. I had been paddled enough for the night and did not want any more of it.
Patrick got behind me and I flinched when he placed his hand on my butt, thinking he was going to swat it again. He didn’t, instead, he gently caressed my ass cheeks and then started kissing them. He ran his tongue over my ample butt, down the butt crack, and then his tongue circled my asshole. As Patrick rimmed my asshole, he ran his fingers up the slit of my pussy. I moaned and squirmed in delight.
“You are very wet, Black Whore,” he told me. “So aroused. You may make a good whore yet.”
“Thank you, Master. Is…is Master going to take me now?” My question sounded like a plea. I did want him to fuck me so bad.
Patrick laughed, and smacked my butt, I made a yelping sound, and he moved away from me.
“In due time, whore. First, we need to break in your fat ass in and stretch it. Men will pay a good deal of money to fuck you in your fat ass.”
“No, please, Master. Not there. That’s…that’s unnatural and…and something that is not to be done,” I fake begged him. Truth was, I enjoyed the anal play and anal sex immensely, but for the game, I pretended I did not want to do it.
“I told you that I would show you how men would enjoy all your holes when they fuck you. Now use your hands and spread your asshole apart for me.”
I tried to press my hands on my butt cheeks and spread them apart to expose and open my tight hole for him, but with my hands tied behind my back and the top of my torn Jasmine costume wrapped around my arms, I could not do it. The restraints prevented me from being able to position my hands to spread myself open. I whimpered and whined and struggled to place my hands on my butt cheeks, but to no avail.
Patrick chuckled at my distress and watched me struggle for a few moments and then he untied my hands and pulled the top off of me. I was grateful because with all my struggling the belt had tightened on my wrists and my fingers had become numb. Patrick let me rub my wrists and the “pins and needles” sensation started in my fingers. I looked at my wrists and saw the marks the belt made and knew it would be slightly bruised for a few days.
“Now spread that asshole and pussy apart for me,” he commanded me after he let me massage my wrists for several seconds.
“That…that is so vulgar, Master,” I objected. “It will obscenely expose me.”
Patrick smacked my butt with his hand, I yelped out, and then placed my hands on my butt cheeks. I whined from the pain of pressing my hands on my tender ass. I then spread myself open for him. I felt my pussy and asshole open up for Patrick to see.
“Wider or I get the paddle again,” he told me.
I spread my butt more, as far as it could go. Patrick must have been satisfied because he did not paddle me and took more items from his black duffle bag. I tried to look over my shoulder but could not move my head much as my face was pressed to the bed.
“Damn, you have a fantastic African ass,” Patrick commented. “Whenever I see an ass like yours it reminds me why I got into this business, butt fucking a spoiled African princess’s black ass. Well, that and the gold I make from selling black whores like you.”
Patrick started humming again and I felt a cold liquid drip on my butt crack and run down to my asshole. I knew it was lubricant. I shivered from both the cool temperature of the lube and in anticipation of what he was going to put up my ass.
I was seventeen when I first had anal sex. Before that, it was just a finger or sometimes two up my ass. Then the man who first penetrated my asshole with his cock used anal toys in my butt and I found the sensation very pleasurable. He then told me I was ready to be fucked in my ass. My first time was one of the most painful things I have ever experienced, then shortly it became one of the most uncomfortable things I ever experienced, and then a few moments later it became one of the most pleasurable things I ever experienced.
Even to this day when a man penetrates my asshole with his cock it briefly hurts for a moment, the amount of pain depends on the size of his penis, but the pain is well worth the pleasurable sensation that soon follows. The pain comes not so much from the length of a man’s cock, but the girth of it as it stretches my tight hole open.
The best sensation is when two men double penetrate me, a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass at the same time. When I orgasm from being double penetrated I get very lighted and dizzy and feel as if I am going to pass out.
I am a vain person about my body, as we have established, and as weird as this may sound; I thought I had a sexy asshole. It was smooth and had just a hint of a pucker and was hairless. I got waxed on my private areas regularly which included my vulva, labia, perineum, and anus.
I felt Patrick had used a large amount of the lubricant on my ass, dribbling down my butt crack and over my butt cheeks. He then caressed my butt with both hands, spreading the lubricant all over my ass. I moaned with pleasure when he ran his lubricated fingers up and down the crack of my butt. It felt so nice that I almost forgot the game we were playing.
“No, please, Master. Don’t, please,” I pleaded as I kept my hands on my butt cheeks and spread myself open for him and felt Patrick run his finger around my butthole.
He ignored my pleas and I gave a faint grunting sound as his slick finger slid into my ass. He pushed his large finger into me, as deep as it would go. Patrick then started making circular motions with his finger. God, it felt so good!
As Patrick’s finger fucked my asshole I placed my face on the bed and my hands gripped the bed covers. I moaned in pleasure from the delightful sensation. He thrust his finger in and out of my butt slowly and when he would push it deep into me he again made the circular motions to stimulate as many of the thousands of nerves in my butt that his finger could. Patrick used the fingers of his other hand to rub up and down my pussy, spreading a heavy amount of lubricate on my vulva. Not that it needed it. My pussy was soaked from my arousal from all we had done up until that point.
“No, please, Master, please more. Please put it back in my ass,” I begged when Patrick withdrew his finger from my butthole.
I then gave a yelp of pain when Patrick smacked my butt where the curve of my ass met the back of my thighs. The smack was loud due to all the lubricant on my butt.
“Your ass? What kind of ass do you have?” He taunted me.
“My…my black ass. Please put your finger back in my black asshole.”
Patrick chuckled, “So my black whore enjoys her black asshole fingered? Good, but we need to stretch it out more to take a big white cock.” He gave my butt cheeks another smack with his hand, “Maybe two cocks in your ass at the same time when you become a whore in New Orleans.”
I looked over my shoulder and saw Patrick reach into the duffel bag and pull out a set of anal beads. There were five red beads the size of ping pong balls on the anal sex toy. I have had those beads up my ass many times before and I was excited to feel them in me again.
I felt the first bead press against the entrance to my ass and then gave a grunting moan as Patrick pushed it into me. I could feel my asshole stretch open to accommodate the red ball and then close as the bead went into my asshole. Then Patrick slowly pushed the remaining large anal beads in my ass. Each time I could feel my asshole open and close as the beads penetrated me and the pleasant sensation as they were pushed further up my ass. It felt wonderful.
Patrick teased my asshole with the beads, pulling one slowly out and pushing it back in, pulling two slowly out and pushing them back in, then three, and then four; but never the last one, the last one always remained inside me. Sometimes he would pull one out and as it expanded my butthole he would leave it there, half in and half out, to tease me and then push it back in. I still had my hands on my butt cheeks and I was whimpering, whining, grunting, and moaning with pleasure.
Patrick would make comments to describe what was happening to me and how it looked. He would say things such as, “the bead is stretching your black asshole open so wide”, “are you sure you never been fucked in the ass before because you sure are taking these large beads very well”, “before I am done with your ass I am going to have it so stretched out I could fit one of my ship’s cannonballs up your black asshole”, and other crude comments.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so aroused by the spanking, the anal beads, the vulgar comments, and the humiliation of being a white man’s black whore. I was so wet I could feel my sex fluid leak out of my pussy and my clit felt like it was throbbing and my nipples were so erect from arousal they hurt. I needed to cum badly. I moved my right hand off my butt and placed it between my legs so I could finger my pussy and play with my clit.
Before I could touch my pussy, Patrick grabbed the handle of the leash and pulled it hard. My head was pulled back and I cried out in frustration.
“Did I give you permission to touch your pussy?” He asked in a stern tone.
“Oh, Master, please let me touch myself. I need to. I need to cum. Please let me touch myself just for a little while,” I pleaded. “I will do anything you want. I promise. I will be your complete black whore. I will let your men fuck me. All of them. Just please let me touch myself.” I turned my head to look at Patrick, “Please, baby. Seriously I need to cum. Let me cum and I let the bellhop fuck me or the man who delivers our room service or both of them. Please, Patrick.” I was so horny and needed to cum so badly that I stepped out of our game.
My desire to cum was so strong I had resorted to bargaining with Patrick and using what I knew he enjoyed on occasion, to watch other men fuck me. Now not clarify, that did not happen a lot with other men.
The first time was a good friend of his from the Marines who I had sex with a lot with Patrick’s blessing, either both of them together or just me and his friend. The other time was when we went to NYC at the fetish club, but Patrick did not watch then. He was with another girl in another room. The small orgy in Los Vegas and the last time was when we were at a nightclub in Atlanta and I was dancing with a young black man I was very attracted to and he was open to going back to our hotel room and joined us in bed.
Patrick was not bi-sexual and never did anything with the other men sexually. He just enjoyed seeing me get fucked by other men and women and I did as well. It was all consensual and I was never forced to. Hell, I can’t think of a time that I did not suggest it or encourage it, either in a subtle manner or just downright asking Patrick.
Patrick laughed at me. He fucking laughed at my desperation!
“You are in no position to bargain with me or promise me you will do anything I want,” he said and tugged the leash hard. “I own not only your black ass but I own you.” Unlike me, he stayed in character. “If I want something from you I will take it.”
Patrick let go of the leash and moved his body next to mine and ran his hand gently over my cheek and smiled kindly at me, “But I am not that cruel of a Master. So I will let you touch yourself.”
“Thank you, thank you, Master,” I said excitedly, getting back into the game. “I will be so good to you, Mater. I will….ohhhh fuck!” I cried out when Patrick yanked the anal beads out of my ass in one quick, hard pull.
I started to move my hand down to my pussy but Patrick stopped me by grabbing my wrist. “Master…what…you said I could touch my pussy and clit,” I reminded him.
Patrick chuckled, “No I said you could touch yourself and you are going to. I want you to finger your black asshole. Two fingers.”
I whined out in protest and frustration but did as he told me to. It was easy to lubricate my fingers with all the lube Patrick had used on me and I slowly inserted one finger and then another into my butt. While not what I wanted, I did enjoy the feeling.
Patrick took the anal beads and placed them to my mouth, “As you fuck your ass suck on these.”
“Yes, Master,” I told him and opened my mouth.
I was glad he brought strawberry flavored lubricant. I sucked each bead that had been in my ass into my mouth as I started finger fucking my asshole. I whined and whimpered in protest about having to finger my butthole and sucking the anal beads, but that was just for the game and playing as an innocent African princess. I had no problem with doing both and enjoyed fingering my ass. I even did it sometimes when alone and masturbating.
Patrick pushed the beads into my mouth and pulled them out just as he had done when they were in my ass and kept telling me to “fuck your big black ass harder”. I did and enjoyed the sensation of pleasure my fingers gave me. I restrained from begging him to fuck me because I knew he would not until he was ready and I was determined not to give him the satisfaction. I had no problem begging him or any man to fuck me and did often, but it was still part of the game and I had to control myself and act innocent. The sexual play went on for several more minutes and Patrick pulled the beads out of my mouth and tossed them to the floor and then grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my butt.
“Why…why are you doing this to me?” I whined out my question. “I told you I would do whatever you wanted. Why are you making me humiliate myself?”
Patrick laughed and caressed my cheek, “Because I need to break you from being a spoiled princess and make you a whore. Your fat black ass is going to be used often after I sell you to the whorehouse and we need to prepare it for use.”
Patrick moved behind me and I looked over my shoulder once again and watched as he put lubricant on his large penis. He then moved closer to me and grinned at me.
“Spread it apart for me,” he ordered me.
“Why? What are you going to do?”
Patrick chuckled, “I think you know what I am going to do. Now spread that fat ass apart for me.”
“No, please not there,” I pleaded but did as he told me and placed my hands on my butt cheeks, and spread my ass apart for Patrick.
“Yes there,” Patrick told me. Patrick then ripped off the bottoms of the Princess Jasmine costume.
I frowned at the ripping sound and yes I was now definitely going to have to buy a new one. After he ripped and pulled the bottoms off of my body, he tossed the torn costume off the bed. I then felt the head of his cock press against my butthole.
He did not penetrate me immediately but teased me. I felt him rub the bulbous head of his white cock up and down my butt crack and then made circular motions with it around the entrance to my ass. As he teased me I faked distress and even faked crying slightly for the safe of the game we played. Truth was, I was eager for him to fuck me in my ass and enjoying the teasing. Then I felt it. I felt Patrick penetrate my asshole.
At first, there was the pain, the pain I knew I was going to feel. It was not unbearable or intense pain and pain I knew I would experience.
“Uhhh, God,” I groaned out as he entered my tight hole.
I then felt the uncomfortable feeling of having that hole filled as Patrick slowly pushed his cock into me. I could feel my asshole expand to accommodate him. I could feel my sphincter open wide and the close around his large cock head. I could feel my ass stretch open for him as he continued to slowly push into me. I gladly endured the slight pain and uncomfortable feeling, knowing I would soon feel the strange but very pleasing sensation of having my ass penetrated.
“Ugh, fuck,” I groaned out and kept making grunting like moans as Patrick pushed his large cock into me.
By the time Patrick was fully in me and his pelvis was pressed against my ample butt cheeks, I had removed my hands from my butt and placed them on the bed, and was gripping the bed covers tight. His cock was deep in my ass and the pain was gone as was the discomfort feeling and replaced with the pleasant sensation. Patrick leaned forward and took the handle of the leash and pulled my head up. He was careful not to choke me and knew I did not get into being choked. Using my arms, I lifted my upper body off the bed.
“Uhh, God, uh, baby. Uhhhhhh, fuck!” I cried out when Patrick started rotating his hips, opening my ass even more. It felt so good.
“I need to stretch you out more before I fuck that black ass,” Patrick told me.
“Yes…yes, Master. Uhhh, God…yes, please, Master, please more.”
Patrick chuckled, “So my new black whore likes it in her black ass does she?” He taunted me.
“Yes. It feels so good. Please use my black asshole, Master. Please fuck it.”
Patrick kept rotating his hips for several more seconds and then gave me what I asked for, no begged for. He started to fuck my asshole. He started slowly at first and his cock felt wonderful in me as it stimulated the thousands of nerves in my anus. Patrick would pull out until just the tip of his penis was in me and then push back into me until his pelvis once more pressed into my ass cheeks. He repeated that several times.
I was so horny and wanted to cum so badly and I used one hand and placed it between my legs to finger my pussy and play with my clit. As soon as I touched my pussy, Patrick grabbed my hand and removed it, and held it by the wrist.
“Please. Please let me. I need to cum,” I pleaded.
“Well the virgin princess is turning into a black whore,” he teased me. “You don’t cum yet. You cum when your Master allows it. Don’t forget who owns you now.”
Patrick roughly grabbed my other wrist and put my hands behind my back and put my hands in the loop of the leash handle. My head fell back to the bed and I begged him to let me orgasm. He ignored my pleas, placed his hands on my butt cheeks, and started to fuck my ass harder.
I have read about girls who could orgasm from anal sex alone, but unfortunately, I was not one of those girls.
Patrick was not gentle when he started to pound his cock into my ass. He fucked me hard, his white cock thrusting in and out of my black asshole rapidly. I loved it! I could hear his masculine grunts of pleasure and exertion mixed with my moans. When getting my ass fucked, my moans were not the same as when I got my pussy fucked; they were not the sexy moans and cries of pleasure but were crude groaning, grunting sounds.
“Ugh, uhhh, yes…yes fuck…ugh, God, fuck my black asshole,” I called out. “Harder! Uhhh, fuck me harder! Please fuck my black ass with that white cock…uhhh God yes!”
I normally did not use foul language in everyday conversation. When growing up and living with my grandparents I was taught not to. Even saying something like the word “damn” would get my mouth washed out with soap by my grandmother and then a painful switching when she told my grandfather. I even got my butt and back of my legs switched until the welts bled when I used the phrase “Speak of the Devil” in front of my grandfather. During sex, however, I could have quite the vulgar mouth on me.
Patrick did not disappoint me and started pounding his large cock harder into my ass. He did so for both our pleasures. I don’t know how long he fucked my ass like that but it was a long time and twice he had to stop and apply more lube. He would grunt out how he was going to stretch my black asshole wide open before he was done using me or tell me he was going to turn my asshole inside out. Fuck, it felt wonderful.
When Patrick was about to orgasm he pushed his cock deep into my ass and told me he was going to cum. I begged him to cum in my ass and he did. I felt his cock pulse and his fluid shoot into me. I enjoyed that feeling. Patrick grunted out in pleasure and I moaned as I felt the pleasing sensation of his cum squirting in me.
When Patrick’s orgasm ended he pressed his body on top of mine and I lay flat on the bed on my stomach. I was breathing hard and I could feel his breath and the rising of his chest as he sucked air in and out of his lungs. I also felt his body was slick with perspiration. I grunted as he pulled his cock out of my ass and he rolled off of me and lay on his back next to me. I felt my sphincter muscle start close as I lay on my stomach.
Even though I just got my ass fucked hard and my butthole was tender from such pleasurable abuse I was still horny. I had yet to orgasm and Patrick had cum twice. I thought that was so unfair. I let out a groan as I rolled over on my side and then started kissing and licking my older white lover’s sweaty chest. I kissed and licked my way down to his stomach, sucked up the small puddle of sweat that formed in his belly button, and then licked my way further down until my face was level with his semi-erect cock.
Patrick raised his head and looked down at me, “And just what do you intend to do now?” He asked.
I smiled at him. “I am going to show my Master that I can be a very good black whore for him so he won’t sell me to the brothel and want to keep me for his own,” I teased. I then let out a giggle when his cum started to leak out of my asshole. It tickled.
I then took his penis in my mouth and sucked and licked the lubricant and cum residue from his cock. Patrick chuckled as I cleaned his cock with my mouth. The musky smell of his cum and sweat mixed with that of my ass was intoxicating for me.
“You are learning to be a good black whore,” he told me as I continued using my mouth on him. “A nasty black whore who enjoys the taste of her own ass.” Patrick then grinned at me, placed his feet flat on the bed, and raised his butt. “You know what a nasty black whore does,” he told me.
I did not hesitate and started licking and rimming his asshole.
I rimmed his asshole for several more minutes and then looked up and grinned at him. I moved my small, black body to straddle his large white body. Patrick was not erect but I knew he soon would be thanks to the magic blue pill. I laid my body on top of his and started kissing him. His hands ran over my nice breasts and played he gently played with my nipples. I moaned into his mouth.
Patrick pushed my upper body up and placed his hands on my large breasts. I moaned as he gently fondled them and used his fingers to play with my nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure from the sensation.
“Fuck, you have great tits,” He told me. “I do enjoy your large, dark nipples.”
“I want to cum now, please,” I pleaded after several moments of him fondling my breasts and nipples.
Patrick nodded, “Yes but on my terms. Lay on your back.”
Patrick gently pushed me off of him and I lay on the bed on my back. He got off the bed and once again reached into the duffel bag. I watched him intently as he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. I made a groaning whimper when I saw them and Patrick chuckled and made a show of dangling them in front of me to tease me. They were two nipple clamps attached to a silver chain and in the middle of the chain was a riding bit made of soft rubber with straps on the bit. He had used them on me before.
“Please, Master. Don’t do this. Please,” I begged again. I did not mind them and even got pleasure out of them. However, I was not overly fond of the riding bit part that would go in my mouth and be strapped behind my head. It was a catch twenty-two situation. It was humiliating to have the bit in my mouth like an animal but the humiliation of it turned me on.
“I have told you several times you need to learn what the rest of your life will be like. You will be a black whore for men and women to use for their debase pleasures,” Patrick then grinned cruelly. “Then you will become so used and worn out like old suit and be sold for mere pennies to live out the rest of your life working in the fields. Or maybe after you are sold from the whore house you will be used for breeding. Or you may just be placed on the streets if you used up black pussy becomes infected with the pox.”
Patrick placed the clamps on the bed next to me, spread my legs apart, kneeled between them, lowed his body, and took my breasts in his hands. He kneaded them and fondled them again and lowered his head and took my right nipple in his mouth. I moaned out in pleasure. Patrick licked, sucked, and nipples on my nipples until they became painfully erect.
“Ohhh, baby, ohhh Patrick…I love when you play with and suck my nipples,” I moaned out.
Patrick took his mouth off my nipple and looked up at me and smiled, “You like when any man plays with and sucks your fantastic tits and nipples.”
I giggled. He did have a point.
Patrick decided my nipples were hard enough for the clamps and I winced as he attached each one. They had teeth on them. The teeth were not sharp but still dug into my nipples. The purpose of the teeth was to hold them in place when used with the mouth bit. Patrick put the bit in my mouth and the strap around the back of my head.
There was just enough slack in the chain that if I kept my chin down it would not pull on my nipples, but once I lifted my head the chain would pull tight on the nipple clamps and the teeth of the clamps would hold them in place and my nipples would pull and stretch. That was the point to it, I knew I would not be able to keep my head down when Patrick did whatever he was going to do to me.
As I let out muffled whimpers from the slight pain of the clamps and the humiliation of being gagged with the bit like a pack mule, Patrick pulled out the next item from his bag of tricks; two pairs of leather cuffs. I was very familiar with this as well.
The cuffs were black leather and had soft sheep wool lining. They were attached by a short leather strap. I whined and whimpered yet again as Patrick attached the cuffs to me. He attached one cuff to my right wrist, lifted my leg and attached the other cuff to my right ankle, and used the second pair of cuffs on my left wrist and ankle. When he was done, my legs spread wide and were up in the air and bent at the knees and my arms stretched out over my body, and my pussy and asshole were exposed to him. With the nipple clamps, the mouth bit, and the cuffs I was in a very humiliating position and I was so aroused by it.
“Now my new black slave whore is ready for some more fun to please her white master,” Patrick teased me.
I made muffled cries and moans and wriggled and twisted my body and he laughed at my distress. I saw Patrick once again place his hand in the duffel bag and he pulled out two items. The first was an anal plug. It was made of blue acrylic and had ridges on the shaft of it. The other item he took out of the bag was a white and blue Hitachi Magic Wand. Patrick laid the vibrator on the bed and put lubricant on the anal plug.
Patrick placed the tip of the plug to my asshole. “We still need to stretch this black ass out some more,” He told me.
I gave a little flinch from the cold of the anal toy when Patrick started to insert it in my ass.
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