I glimpse myself in the oval cheval mirror to one side,
kneeling on the bedroom floor, naked, the faintly beige White skin of my svelte
twenty-three year old body glowing softly in the candlelight. My pleasantly
attractive face is framed by my shoulder-length brown hair and by my wispy
goatee which morphs into youthful fluff along my jawline. My wrists are tied
together behind my back with a lilac silk scarf. My cock is upright, rigid
as fuck.
I’m kneeling before Zach, an older handsome Black man
standing over me in his plush black velour bath gown. The gown is open to
reveal his stocky, lithe, finely sculpted torso and juicy plump cock hanging
flaccidly only inches from my face. Glimmering wisps of reflected candlelight
ripple warmly across his dark brown skin. With his hands on his hips, he stares
placidly down at me through his classic spectacles with their stylishly thick
black frames. His natural black hair is neatly short-cropped with blazes of silver-grey
shining over each ear. He’s clean-shaven, which only goes to accentuate his
sleekly chiselled facial features. Strong, clear, elegant. And those oh so beautiful, dark, soft bedroom eyes!
His entire demeanour is one of impeccably groomed urbane
sophistication, and commanding, self-assured confidence. As well as graciously
indulgent pleasure, as he smiles serenely down at me.
The room is not huge, but not small either. But it feels very
intimate and cosy. It’s packed with stylish furniture, a perfectly coordinated blend
of contemporary and antique. It has a luxurious deep pile Burgundy carpet. The
walls are packed with framed photographs and prints of modern art or original
works, and shelves of books. And any tiny bit of shelf not lined or piled with
books, and every little spare corner of space in a cabinet or on a side table, is
covered with jewellery, bottles of cologne or fragrance or ointment, candlestick
holders, ornaments or contemporary African figurines. All the candles around
the room are lit, their flames echoing brightly as myriad flecks of gold in the
silver or gilt or glass throughout the room’s brimming décor.
Standing behind me in this richly textured sanctuary, which
is their bedroom, is Zach’s wife, Dominique, a mature mixed-race woman of
magnetic heavenly beauty. Her light brown skin indicating a heritage of mixed Black and White ethnicities. Her figure, within a full length midnight blue
silk gown tied at the front, is willowy, toned and athletic. And indeed there
is a distinct agile poise in her general demeanour. Her splendid grey, medium
length natural afro creates a startling silvery radiance about her head, and
effortlessly corresponds with the discs of celestial light ever present,
sentinel-like, over the pupils and irises of her kindly, dark eyes. The beauty
of Dominique’s face is born essentially of the bountiful, irresistible
personality radiating through her countenance, amplifying her any given thought
or emotion. The opposite of poker-faced. She couldn’t hide what she’s thinking
if she wanted to. And the slight asymmetry of her soft, warm features give an
enchanting and endearing quirkiness to her every expression, somehow only augmented
by the faint traces of wrinkles about her eyes and mouth. At her side, in her left
hand, she firmly grasps the ends of a thick faux-leather belt.
Zach and Dominique are both around sixty. Both very
successful professionals. Both cultured and erudite intellectuals. And both
generous sensualists. They’re our mentors, our friends, and our sexual Dominants,
our Master and Mistress.
My filthy-gorgeous girlfriend Bobbi, who is also White, and just a few months older than me, kneels naked on the imposing bed beside
us. The huge bed is a sturdy, dark oak four-poster, ornately carved with a full
canopy and loose-hanging bronze and black sheer voile drapes. These are pulled
up and tied back to reveal Bobbi in all her sacrificial glory: curvy and a
little chubby, alabaster skin so much more luminous in the candlelight than
mine, natural platinum-blonde hair flowing like a wavy white waterfall to her fleshy
waist and thick hips. Her wrists are tied behind her with the same type of
lilac silk scarf that I’m bound with. And she has a faux leather brown collar
tied by a metal link chain to one of the corner posts at the foot of the bed. Bobbi’s
the sweetest girl you could ever hope to meet. She loves arts and crafts and she’s
crazy about animals, wildlife and nature. Thinks of herself as something of an ecowarrior.
And I really can’t argue with that. And, happily, she also happens to be kinky
as fuck. She absolutely rocks. Right now, her big oyster-pink nipples are
protruding stiffly and shamelessly from her wide areolae and the shining milky
globes of her generous breasts. Her full rosy red lips are curled in a sly, pouty
smile. And her bright blue eyes are flashing in lustful anticipation as she
watches us.
Zach nods at me as he looks down at me. “So, Rudy, you’d
like to suck on this princely Black dick of mine, would you?”
“Yes please, my Master,” I mutter, a flush of arousal surging
through me at the raw honesty of our exchange, causing my eyes to avert to the
floor from his penetrating gaze.
“What do you think, my love?” Zach asks Dominique.
“I think,” Dominique replies, “that he should show some
fucking enthusiasm.”
A loud whack of the belt across my backside makes me jolt
and tense and yelp. Fuck! That really fucking hurt! She knows what she’s doing
with that belt. I catch my breath, letting my trembling body calm down again,
the cheeks of my bottom stinging warmly.
I ask again if I can suck Zach’s cock. Desperately trying to
sound so much more eager this time. And I am. I’m incredibly keen. I didn’t
mean to appear any other way. It’s just being able to express it in the moment.
A moment in which I am filled with lust, shame, confusion and joy. Being open
and honest about it is the challenge. Speaking out my true desires is still
a boundary I am constantly having to force myself over. It’s why I yield to my
sensual gurus Dominique and Zach. Rely on their promptings. Relish their
provocations.
Zach looks down, studying me intently. Amused. Curious.
My mouth waters as I ogle his succulent cock hanging thick
and soft in front of my face. I know I mustn’t try to suck it without his
express permission. I have yet to earn the privilege. But fuck, he sure is
looking tasty.
“Like you really mean it, you lazy little slut!” Dominique
insists, delivering another stinging smack of the belt across my buttocks. My whole
body tenses, my blood fires up and my erect cock pulsates madly.
I beg to be allowed to suck Zach’s cock for him, and I’m spurred
on to ever greater heights of impassioned pleading by Dominique’s repeated
application of that efficacious belt to my rump until I’m a quivering wreck,
almost in tears, my body in spasms against the pain, my backside throbbing. I
beg and beg and beg.
“Still not sure I’m convinced you really want to,” Zach mocks,
and swings his hips to slap his cock across my face a few times. “Don’t you
want to get me nice and hard for your girlfriend?”
“I do. I do,” I whimper. “Please, Master. I beg you. I beg
you. Please!”
“I don’t know. Perhaps I should let her suck me,” Zach says,
smiling and nodding towards Bobbi. “After all, it’s her I’m going to fuck.”
Bobbi smiles gleefully at the idea. I don’t know what to
say. I feel broken. The belt smacks across my backside again. My whole body
tenses involuntarily against the pain. I feel tears welling up within.
“Answer him!” Dominique orders me.
“I want to suck your cock,” I sob. “Make you hard for her. I
swear I do. Please. I beg you.”
“Okay,” Zach says quietly, warmly, “you can suck it.” And he
lifts my bowed head and strokes his flaccid cock a few times to begin to firm
it up before pushing it into my mouth.
I gobble it up and suck greedily and soon have him stiffened
into excited hardness. I suck on his big bulbous helmet and lick around under
its rim, and then lick up and down the hard, round pole of his erection, and even
lick his balls for him, relishing the tangy taste of his beautiful brown flesh.
Dominique gives me a couple more wallops of the belt. Not
sure why. Perhaps because I’m enjoying myself too much. Or maybe she’s just revelling
in the power. Anyway, now the pain only seems to augment my pleasure and I soak
up the strikes joyously, my engrossed concentration on Zach’s big stiff cock barely
interrupted. My cock is so hard. I’m burning with lust. I feel euphoric.
“Would you mind seeing if she’s ready, please, my darling?”
Zach asks Dominique.
I watch out of the corner of my eye as Dominique comes from
behind me and goes to the bed and stands beside the black silk sheeted high-sitting mattress. She unties
Bobbi’s collar chain from the bed post and pulls Bobbi roughly to her. Bobbi,
with her hands tied behind her back, struggles to shuffle on her knees but the
tug on the chain forces her to try. Bobbi falls onto her side beside Dominique.
Dominique manhandles and pushes Bobbi to turn around and face away from her,
and Bobbi tries to co-operate but initially struggles to manoeuvre herself
according to Dominique’s orders. But eventually Dominique gets Bobbi where she
wants her, so that Bobbi is lying on her front, face into the bedding, long
white hair spread out wildly, arse lifted up to Dominique.
Dominique drops the belt onto the bed beside Bobbi and
brusquely fingers Bobbi’s pussy. Bobbi emits a deep, surprised grunt.
“The dirty bitch is gushing,” Dominique reports to Zach with
some amusement in her tone.
I suck more sedately on Zach’s glorious erection as I watch
Dominique’s hand tug sharply on the chain of the collar about Bobbi’s neck,
forcing Bobbi to flinch as Dominique continues fingering her with a rough,
contemptuous relish.
My own cock is buzzing, rigid with lust, and my whole being
is thrumming with hypnotic tingles like some drug invading my veins and
intoxicating my mind and spirit. I know both Bobbi and I are exactly where we
want to be. Where we long to be when we’re not here. Where we never want to
have to leave when we are here. Where we need to be. Where we belong. Within
the beautiful shared sanctuary of our sensual submission to, and sexual
humiliation by, Dominique and Zach, our Mistress and Master.
As I’m sucking on Zach I feel his precum mixing with my
saliva. The taste and the smoothness of the increased lubrication is wondeful
and I suck faster.
“Get her ready please, sweetheart,” Zach says warmly to
Dominique.
Dominique leaves Bobbi’s pussy alone and tugs her round by
the collar chain, this time to face the head of the bed so that Bobbi is still
on all fours but with her backside lifted up at the foot of the big, high bed.
Dominique jumps up onto the bed and settles comfortably at the head, sitting back into the pillows in their black silk pillowcases, and untying the front of her midnight blue silk gown as she
does so, revealing the unabashed splendour of her mature, athletic light brown
body and neat grey bush as she spreads her toned legs either side of Bobbi’s
head.
Dominique’s splendid silver-grey afro positively shines in
the flickering candlelight. Her beautiful, distinctive face beams with a peerless,
richly-contented delectation as she studies Bobbi’s face between her thighs and
sucks on the middle finger that was just inside Bobbi’s cunt.
I’ve been distracted by what’s happening on the bed while still
sucking Zach’s cock. But Zach’s hands grasp either side of my head and he brings
my concentration back solely to him as he fucks my mouth with accelerated vigour.
Feeling him yield to his intensifying passion is exhilarating, as the cool,
self-controlled poise of this marvellous, bewitching man gives way to the
mounting heat of his desire.
Dominique is pulling Bobbi’s head into her pussy and I hear
her talking dirty to Bobbi, telling her ‘you better lick that Black coochie
good’, and ‘how good does that taste, slut?’.
And Zach and Dominique exchange affirmations about how much they're enjoying
themselves. I’m struggling to keep up with Zach’s ever more forceful
thrusts. And then suddenly he just stops and pushes me aside. Unable to reach
out, with my wrists tied behind me, I topple to the floor and lay on my side as
he turns his attention to the bed.
Yanking tightly on the collar chain, Dominique keeps Bobbi’s head pulled hard into her crotch.
Zach picks up the belt from beside Bobbi and thrashes her fat backside with it.
“You better lick that royal coochie real good for my queen,”
he says, and he beats her backside repeatedly with the belt so that Bobbi jolts
and grunts as she redoubles her efforts pleasuring Dominique with her mouth.
“Thank you, my prince,” Dominique purrs. The immense pleasure
she’s experiencing in having her pussy served like that is evident in her
sublime, distracted, exultant expression. She encourages Bobbi to keep it up, with tugs on the collar chain ensuring Bobbi’s mouth stays snugly on her
pussy.
Zach holds the belt under his arm as he picks up a tube of lubricant from the bedsheet beside him and massages gel thickly over his erection. Then he tosses the tube aside and abruptly pushes his rock hard cock into Bobbi’s cunt. Bobbi groans loudly and lifts
her head and arches her back. Dominique has to reassert her control and firmly
grips a handful of Bobbi’s long blonde hair and, along with another tug on the
collar chain at the same time, pulls Bobbi’s face back tightly into her snatch.
Zach fucks Bobbi with slow, deep strokes as he beats her
backside with the belt, another yelp or breathless groan coming from Bobbi with
each thrust of cock or smack of the belt. Meanwhile, Dominique’s relentless
insistence keeps Bobbi’s mouth returning immediately to pleasuring her pussy.
“This bitch is absolutely creaming all over my big
love-stick,” Zach declares with a laugh, and he starts thrusting harder. “Her
cunt is so wet. She really wants all my spunk up inside her!”
Bobbi jerks her head up against the pull of the leash and briefly
looks back over her shoulder, panting heavily, her flushed countenance glistening
with Dominique’s juices as she peeps through the snow white veil of her hair
fallen forwards about her face. Dominique pulls Bobbi back roughly to her
oral ministrations. Zach is fucking Bobbi hard and fast now.
Feeling left out, I ask what can I do, hoping to be able
squeeze in under Zach and Bobbi and lick his balls as he fucks her, or maybe
join Bobbi in eating out Dominique.
“You can get over here and kiss my Black arse,” Zach tells
me. “That’s what you can do.”
My heart jumps. I roll and struggle to my knees and shuffle
over to kneel behind Zach. I kiss each of his beautiful, firm, dark brown buttocks. I
do so again. And do so repeatedly, feeling deeply honoured. And within my soul I
swoop into full-bodied, vivid subspace ecstasy. I’m so grateful to Zach. My rigid cock is aching.
Over Bobbi’s noisy grunting I can hear Dominique groaning
breathlessly as she says to her husband, “Oh…make him lick it, darling! Make
him…uh… make him lick your… oh fuck… fine Black arse for you while you’re… oh… fucking
his… uh… fat arse slut of girlfriend for him!”
“Lick it!” Zach orders me.
I push my face enthusiastically between his fragrant buttocks.
With my hands tied behind my back, I’m reliant on the force of jamming my face
in there for my tongue to be able to reach his arse hole.
My tongue tickles his ring. I keep pressing determinedly in
to get my tongue onto that hole for a good lick, his hot arse thumping my head
backwards each time he pulls back from his thrusting fucking strokes into Bobbi.
I’m well into his crack and force my tongue into his hole. He pauses thrusting
for a moment, holding still to savour my tongue lapping hungrily at his hole
and driving in to wet him up as deeply as I can.
“Oh fuck yeah! Oh fuck yeah!” he calls out exultantly as he
resumes energetically fucking Bobbi.
“Oh baby!” Dominique utters desperately. “I’m going to come!
I’m going to come!”
“Me too, sweetheart, me too!" Zach echoes her passionate, soulful call.
They both groan and cry out with unrestrained glee for long
protracted, intense moments. Then Bobbi ceases her slutty whining and there is a
profound stillness and quietness. Zach pushes me away, climbs onto the bed,
pushing Bobbi aside, and lays beside his wife. Dominique’s eyes are closed in
rapt bliss, trembling, her hand resting between her legs. She receives her
husband’s presence beside her with a kiss and they rest next to each other,
lost in their soaring pleasure.
Bobbi and I look at each other. She grins and pulls free of
the silk sash around her wrists and shuffles over to where I’m kneeling by the
bottom of the bed. Her hair is flayed all over the place and her face is
thickly smeared with Dominique’s juices. “You’re amazing,” she whispers in my
ear, and kisses me slowly and passionately, and we lingeringly share the tastes
of Dominique and Zach.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her.
Dominique opens her eyes and waves us up to be with them.
“Cuddles,” she says with a warm smile.
Bobbi skips off the bed and unties my wrists and helps me to
my feet and we both crawl up the bed to lay either side of Dominique and Zach,
who both invite us in with an arm around our shoulders, me held by Zach, and
Bobbi held by Dominique.
Bobbi and I bask in utterly delightful cuddles, reassurance
and aftercare from Dominique and Zach. After which we’re allowed to frig
ourselves off, which they enjoy watching, and which voyeuristic enjoyment of
theirs Bobbi and I always love. Making it even hotter when we come. We’ve
talked about it before, Bobbi and I, about how we love to masturbate for
Dominique and Zach, how it’s such an incredible turn on. And in our already
intensely aroused states, it doesn’t take us long to bring ourselves to orgasm.
Afterwards, the four of us rest together for a long, sweetly
languorous while in the peace of the softly flickering candlelight, our sweat
cooling on our thrumming bodies, before later stirring to all go and take a
warm, gentle, tactile shower together.
