Where We Need To Be

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 me 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, soft, dark 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 like me 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 all 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 a shaft 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 hard pole 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 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 mounts the bed and settles in comfortably on the pillows at the head, 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 holding 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 comments about enjoying themselves. I’m struggling on 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 real tight on the collar chain, Dominique has Bobbi’s head pulled hard into her crotch.

Zach picks up the belt from beside Bobbi and thrashes her 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 to keep pulling Bobbi’s mouth snugly into to her pussy.

Zach holds the belt under his arm as he gels himself up before sliding 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 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 brusquely 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, the like of which I’d forgotten I could experience. 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!

They both groan and cry out with unrestrained glee for long protracted, intense moments. Then Bobbi ceases her moaning 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.