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Did she have a hidden agenda? Was her desire to dominate white men driven bysome racial hatred or need to seek revenge for her enslaved ancestors? By alloutward appearances, that would appear to be the case. But Mistress Desirewas far more complex than superficial appearances would allow. Black, strong,confident, and proud, there was no mistaking that the Domina was proud of herAfrican heritage and took pleasure in reducing her white submissives to whateverit was that they feared the most. There was a certain subtlety she possessedthat could not be defined by labels.

She chose to meet him in a very public bar. It was a gay bar in fact, andit was on the evening of the citywide famous drag show. Queens weren't theonly people in attendance, butches, studs, lipsticks, straights, bisexualsand everyone in between showed up to revel in the god damned decadence anddefiance the night represented. Anyone who wanted to thumb their nose at thestatus quo and acknowledge that they couldn't be defined sexually by the strictand puritanical morals of the Bible belt felt comfortable showing up. Therewas plenty of hootin' and hollerin' for the glammed up female impersonatorsdoing yet another rendition of ?Rollin on the River? and ?It's Raining Men.? Herdate for the evening did not fit in that category. After hours of subtle interrogation,she had determined that his greatest fear was being seen for who he reallyis. He was an introvert, a social recluse of sorts that wanted to keep hisdesires hidden from everyone, including himself. Inside, he was a slut. Notjust any slut, a slut of the most insatiable, perverted, depraved kind. Hewanted someone to force him to bring out his dark fantasies and help him tobecome who he felt he really was inside.

She was taking a chance that he wouldn't show but she was betting that thechemistry and the desperation he felt to fulfill his desires would be motivationenough for him to make the leap into the unknown. She positioned herself atthe far end of the bar at a table where she could see him enter. If her assessmentwas wrong and he didn't show up, she would entertain herself with the spectacleof others that wanted to exhibit their sexuality for the entire world to see.He hadn't cum in over three weeks and he had been nightly aroused with descriptivetales of her fantasies and desires. The Internet and the phone were vastlydifferent than the adventure he was about to go on however.

Stevie Wonder could have seen him walk through the front door. Nervous ashell, he looked around the place needing only the tiniest of excuses to turnaround and leave. The promises of mind-blowing strapon anal assaults and wild,uninhibited sexual release propelled him to move forward. He spotted her immediately.She didn't have to signal for him or make her presence known to him; she exudedthe regal stature whereby he knew her immediately. He made his way to her tableand she had his favorite drink waiting for him. He downed it with one gulpand nervously looked around taking in all the sights.

?Brian, did you do as I instructed?? He lifted his arm that had been lyingcasually in his lap above the table and showed his baby smooth, hairless body;the only hair remaining on his body being under his arms and above the neck.She placed her hand under the table and felt for the evidence of his othercommand. Apparent through his clothes was a harder than steel erection andthe telltale signs of a cock ring. He swallowed hard as she stroked him throughhis clothes, knowing full well that he couldn't cum restrained as he was. Theysettled back and began to converse; controlling the flow of the exchange withher eyes and her will. He knew he was being dominated and it was more thansexual.

She draped her legs over his and he instinctively began to massage her silkencalves. He swallowed hard as he glanced down and realized that her pussy wasexposed just inches away from him under her short dress. ?Listen, can we getout of here? I did what you asked and I'm just not comfortable here,? he stammered,his eyes darting around the room to make sure no one he knew was there. Shelaughed politely and ignored his comment, stroking his exposed arm and caressinghis face with her soft fingertips.

As the lights dimmed and a slow song began to play to supplement the timebetween performances, they were interrupted by the most breathtaking Blackman in the bar approaching the table. Dressed impeccably, not a bit shy of6'2?, masculine, and looking like he stepped off the pages of a magazine, heextended his hand to the nervous submissive and said, ?Would you care to dance??

?No thanks, I'm not gay,? Brian managed to eek out, looking like a dear caughtin headlights more than unassuming business professional that wielded so muchconfidence at his place of work.

?He'd love to,? Desire answered, moving her legs and placing her submissive'shand gently in that of his suitor's.

He was in a state of shock. He had specifically told Mistress Desire thathe wouldn't do anything with another man. He was straight. The confusion inhis eyes, the panic, the anger overwhelmed him. He had limits that were notnegotiable. Being submissive and being gay were too different things. ?He stoodfirm on his decision, ?No thanks,? he said with determination, ?I'm not gay.?

He reached for his keys in his pocket and began to stand. ?Listen, I don'tknow what sort of games you are playing but I'm not interested, Go fuck yourselfbitch.?

Desire laughed at his defiance and placed her hand gently on his arm and leanedin close. Her voice was sweet and gentle. ?Brian, you are standing on the vergeof all of your dreams come true. Before you leave, think about everything thatwe've been through to get to this point, are you willing to throw it all awayfor a dance? Think of all the nights online where your heart felt like it waspounding out of your chest and you were begging me to use you in any way possible.Think about the things you went through to gain my favor. You know I'm theonly woman that can push you past your fears. Are you ready to throw that allaway for a silly little dance? If you leave, you'll go home and jerk off insolitude dreaming of the things that could have been. Do you want to do thatBrian? Do you want to abandon the potential for your wildest fantasies to cometrue??

Her voice never went above a whisper. ?You can leave you little bitch butdon't you dare think of contacting me again. Think about trying to find anotherMistress like me that will make you feel like the depraved dirty slut thatI bring out in you. Haven't you always wanted to be the submissive bitch boyto a superior Black domme? The night of indescribable sensation that you'vewaited for is there for you. All you have to do is dance. Go! I won't thinkabout you ever again, but can you say the same thing about me??

The synapses in Brian's brain were misfiring. He was pissed and aroused. Thegentleman waiting for the dance chimed in, tired of waiting and said, ?Listen,don't worry about it.? He turned to walk away.

?Wait,? Brian said meekly. Desire leaned even closer, the warmth of her bodypenetrating Brian's aura. She whispered something in his ear and leaned back.Brian stood, fighting back the tears, and said with defiance in his voice, ?Wait,I'd love to dance.? He knew that the dance was not the not to be the end ofhis test.

Slightly shorter than this beautiful specimen of a man before him, he didn'teven know where to place his hands. His dance partner took control. He placedBrian's arms around his neck and pulled Brian close. Brian swallowed hard,his frustration showing in the color in his cheeks. The alcohol in his systemallowed him to relax just enough, knowing that this humiliation would be overin less than three minutes. He shut out the people around him and danced, itwas more like moved to the music; he was never really that good of a dancer.Brian had to hold on to reality. He was getting confused. The arms around hiswaist made him feel sexy. A feeling of security and arousal enveloped him.The sexy black shoulder that he rested his head upon was comforting. He couldfeel full lips brush against his neck and he yielded to the temptation to moanever so slightly at the sensation. Strong Black hands caressed his ass. Hefroze momentarily; his ass had always been a highly erogenous zone for himbut he made sure that he only fantasized about women taking him there. Butbehind the safety of his closed eyes, in the secure embrace of the beautifulman that held him, he erotically thrust his ass back and forth, fantasizingabout being fucked by his Mistress later on. The hands grabbing his ass wereforceful and he loved the sensation of being taken . . . forced, which onlycause him to grind his ass harder and harder against his dance partner.

?Uhmmm, the song's over. Would you like another dance?? Brian was snappedback into reality.

?No . . . hell no! I was just dancing with you because . . . No.? Brian knewhis defensiveness was transparent but he had to maintain his façadeof defiance if only for his own sense of well-being.

Back at the table, Mistress Desire chuckled as Brian slid into the seat nextto her. The Black gentleman slid into the booth across from them. ?You wereso right Desire, his little cock was hard the entire time. And the way he wasgrinding his ass on me, I can tell he's going to be one hot fuck.?

?I told you his slutty side would come out, Derrick. When will you learn totrust me?? Their laughter burning his ears like acid would burn his flesh.They were sitting there causally discussing his little cock, his slutty nature,and the plans that they had made to in advance. Brian was incensed. He fumedat the thought that this was all a set up and he mumbled something under hisbreath. He stood to rise and leave when the gentleman said, ?Sit down, bitch.We didn't tell you that you could leave.?

A lump formed in his throat as Brian felt helpless to move. His cock had nosuch limitations. It was raging hard and hurting from being constrained asit was. The casual power that the Black man had over him at that moment madehim feel like the submissive slut he had longed to feel like. He wondered momentarilyif they had slipped something in his drink to make him have . . . you know,those kinds of thoughts.

?What's going on here? I thought . . .,? he was mumbling incoherently. Desiregiggled and ignored him momentarily.

?Oh, forgive my manners. Brian, I would like you to meet Derrick. He's mylover. We like to play together. He's the male version of me, don't you think?Derrick. . . you've already met Brian.? The rapid eye movement of Brian indicatedconfusion. ?You didn't honestly think someone as breathtaking as him wouldactually be attracted to someone like you, did you?? She laughed even louder,Brian afraid that her amusement would be draw attention to them. He felt unattractivewith her comment but that somehow aroused him even more. He wondered what peoplewould think, a white man sitting there with two Black people. He was sure everyonein the place could read his mind. Brian couldn't even discern his own thoughtsat that moment. All sorts of thoughts ran through his mind about what the twoof them had in mind for him. He feared the outcome if he decided to let themgo through with their plans and he was terrified of letting the extreme sensationof arousal that he was experiencing go.

For years, his attraction to Black women had consumed his every fantasy. Heloved their strength and their assuredness. He loved their comfort and sophistication.White women hadn't aroused him in the better part of four years or more. Theywere insignificant to him except on the rare occasion he fantasized about havinga white wife that would be a slut for black cock. Occasionally, he would dreamof having a white wife that craved huge black cocks fucking her mouth, pussyand asshole unmercilessly while he served the Black wives of those men in whateverdegrading or humiliating ways they saw fit. Those thoughts didn't seem realistic,his conservative wife would never think of such things, so he dismissed themas a fleeting fantasy. He was comfy defining himself as submissive to Blackwomen. A submissive of the most extreme proportions. If he were to allow himselfto be honest and frank about his own desires, there had been many nights hehas dreamt of being forced to be a cross-dressing sissy for Black cock, buthe wanted to be ?forced? so he could absolve himself of the guilt of desiringthose yummy Black studs. He allowed himself to freely fantasize about Blackwomen all the time, and all the things that he would do for them.

?Let's go,? her directive was simple and to the point. Out into the nightair, Brian had more reservations. All the ?ifs? and the ?what ifs? and logisticswere causing him to panic. He stood helpless, like a child, waiting for furtherinstruction. They were in control.

Derrick and Mistress Desire kissed in the darkness and shadows of the parkinglot. They held hands and ignored Brian but they were ever aware of his presencebehind them as they made out while he watched. They approached an SUV and openedthe back door and Derrick turned momentarily to tell Brian to get in. Otherthan that, they were ignoring him as if he was insignificant to their arousal.Brian, on the other hand, was mesmerized watching them kiss. Their skin lookedso . . . different. They seemed so . . . powerful. It was intoxicating to watchthem together.

He stepped in the back seat and closed the door behind him as he regrettednot telling someone whom he was going to meet, getting some significant contactinformation from this woman in case something went wrong. Derrick drove whilehe and Desire chatted and laughed and occasionally looked in the rear viewmirror. He went to adjust his cock as it had been hard for hours before meetingher and the dull ache in his nuts was a sweet and painful reminder of thatfact. He wanted those nuts to be kicked, slapped, and twisted at the handsof the gorgeous mistress that sat in the passenger side of the truck in frontof him. His boypussy was throbbing thinking about being fucked savagely. Thepair in front of him seemed so sensuous, so oblivious to his presence, he wonderedif they would forget about him and leave him to stroke his hard cock whilehe watched them make love or if he would be allowed to cum at all.

His thoughts were about to be answered as they pulled into the driveway ofa lovely home. It was secluded and well maintained and more fears crept intohis mind. He had more fears and more fantasies of what was to come as well.Desire slid the door open and said, ?Get out.? He complied eagerly, in a fogof lust at that stage from the hours of pent up arousal.

As he stepped into the night air again, Brian felt more alive than he hadever felt in his life. Mistress Desire circled him, her body close withouttouching him. She ran her nails along the side of his face lightly, sendingchills down his body. ?Undress,? she said calmly.

Brian looked around confused. Surely she was not going to make him undressin the driveway. It was too early in the evening; people were awake, watchingtelevision, someone might see.

?Undress now!?

As if in a trance, Brian began to undress in the middle of the driveway. Derrickhad entered the house and was nowhere in sight. He wasn't sure what to do withhis clothes so he folded them as he undressed and placed them in a neat pileon the ground. He removed his shoes first, feeling more comfortable with thataccessory than a major piece of clothing. He removed his shirt next. At thatmoment, he wished he had the smooth, rippling muscles that most black men seemedto have and he felt ashamed of his pale complexion. Next to go were his pants.His tightie whities bulged obscenely in the front from the erection he wassporting and the cock ring in place. He pulled his socks off and stood in anticipationof his next command. He felt even more naked because he was hairless. Somehowit made him feel more vulnerable.

?I said undress.? Her voice was so damned soothing and melodic, he felt helplessto deny her anything.

He slid his underwear down, his erection bobbing in the night air. Even atfull erection, he was barely six inches. He always told inevitable Internetlie that he was six inches erect but that was only in the most extreme stateof arousal. Tonight, he was convinced he might be a little more than six even.

Mistress Desire stroked his cock in the cool night air. The sensation wasindescribable. Her hands were so soft and silky, he was under her control,people could be watching and he knew that he had planned a night to explorehis wildest fantasies. He moaned out loud as she stroked him with skill.

?Tell me what you want, Brian. Tell me why you are here.?

The words came tumbling out of his mouth as if they had been rehearsed. ?Iwant to be used by you, my superior Black queen. I want you to put me in myplace as the inferior white boy that I am. I want you to take out your frustrationson me and make me your bitch. Humiliate me, Mistress. Force me to do unspeakablethings. I want you to show me that you have power over me. Use me any way yousee fit, Mistress. I belong to you.?

The more he confessed his desires, the more she stroked him. This Black woman,fully dressed, masturbating a completely nude white male in, seemingly herfront yard, making him spill his guts. If anyone were looking they would havegotten an eyeful.

?Put your clothes in the backseat and bend over with your hands on the floorof the truck. He did what he was instructed to do and waited even further instruction.

?Let's see if this pussy is as slutty as you claim it is,? she mused.

She spread his ass cheeks and rubbed her fingertip over his hole. He let outa slight moan. His knees were shaking and he was glad that he could brace himselfon the frame of the truck, his ass exposed for the entire world to see. MistressDesire slid her finger in to his unlubricated hole. That was nothing to him,he had gotten so used to fucking himself he actually leaked ?pussy juice? ashe called it when he was horny. His ass was always ready to be penetrated bya huge, black dildo any time of the day or night. She began fingering him harder,driving him to maniacal fits of pleasure.

She was giving him more pleasure than he had ever imagined. Gone were allinhibitions and he was anxious for more. ?Oh, yessssss, Mistress. Finger mypussy, pleaaase.? If her fingers were just a little longer, she could havereached his spot. She knew exactly what she was doing and she worked his pussylike a pro.

She pulled her fingers out of his ass abruptly, causing him to cry out, hismoans echoing off the cul-de-sac serenity. ?Get on your hands and knees andcrawl to the front door. Wait there until you are allowed in.? With that, shewalked away up the walkway and entered the home.

Brian was lost. He stood shakily and closed the truck door quietly, hopingnot to draw any more attention than his previous moans and display had garnered.He willingly got on his hands and knees and crawled on the walkway to the frontdoor. His hands and knees ached from the concrete but he relished the painin anticipation of his fate to come. He knelt submissively at the door andwaited. He suspected that they were watching him so he posed like a prize animalat a show. He arched his back and thrust his ass high in the air, showing thathe was ready for anything. He lowered his head in submission, to prove thathe was lowly and insignificant. His erection couldn't be seen in his kneelingposition but it was red from arousal and restraint. He wanted to be beautifulto all the eyes watching him, to whomever they may have belonged. He didn'tcare if the nosey neighbors saw him, in fact, he wanted them to see him forwho he really was. He wanted to be on display as a submissive to Blacks andhe was proud of that fact.

In an instant, the porch lights were turned on and he was flooded with light.He maintained his composure and pride, sticking his ass out even more and loweringhis head to the ground. His asshole was throbbing and desperate for penetrationand his soul craved humiliation. At that moment, the door opened and he heardhis Mistress command him to come in. He crawled forward with confidence andagility.

She stroked him like a pet, running her hands through his hair and down hisback. Brian purred like a kitten and humped the air like a bitch in heat. Sheplaced a collar around his neck but he was afraid to tell her it was a littletoo tight so he suffered in silence. It was a good discomfort, one he wouldgladly suffer for the Divine Mistress that stood above him. She put a leashon his collar and pulled him in the direction of a back room. The carpet underhis knees felt good compared to the concrete but the pain in his nuts was everpresent.

She opened the door to a playroom and pulled him in unceremoniously. The furnishingswere sparse but there was no denying it was a room for hedonistic desires.Not quite a dungeon and far from a spare bedroom, there were toys and tables,and chairs that had been designed for play. Derrick was there, naked and erect,oiled and glistening, a vision of ebony perfection. She dropped the leash andcommanded Brian to stay, like a puppy being trained. Desire and Derrick conspired,whispering and planning what to do with their toy. Derrick assisted her inundressing, the way they interacted making them look like dancers more so thananything else. Her body was a work of art. Her skin looked like the smoothestvelvet and her curves were a sculptor's dream.

She walked over to a table and picked up a strapon. Derrick helped her putit in place as Brian began to whimper unconsciously at the thought of whatwas to come. ?Silence, bitch,? as she continued to secure her harness and whatlooked like a nine inch black dildo to her sleek frame. Brian was dizzy withlust and confusion.

Desire sat in a chair and motioned for Brian to come closer. ?This, my pet,is going to be very simple. You are going to suck my dick until you prove thatyou are a cock craved whore and then you are going to get your slutty whiteboycunt pounded by the most formidable Black cock that you've ever seen. Doesthat sound okay with you??

Brian nodded furiously as he was anxious to get underway. She leaned backin the chair casually and Brian took in every inch of her beauty. Her facewas a face that could launch a thousand ships, her body was athletic and toned.Her nipples were dark and puffy and Brian longed to feel them in is mouth.Her legs were out of this world. They seemed to go on forever. She strokedher strapon like it was real flesh. He approached her with confidence. He hadsucked his own toys enough to know exactly how to do it. He had prepared himselfto deepthroat dildos that didn't look humanly possible to swallow.

His assault was calculated. He wanted to show her a cocksucker like she hadnever seen before. He had often fantasized what it would be like to have sucha huge dick and he had practiced sucking his toys the way he would want hiscock sucked if he were a black man. He maintained eye contact with her as hebegan to lick sensuously up and down the shaft. He licked the head and circledit with his tongue and began stroking it with his hand methodically. He lickedup and down the shaft, inching his mouth closer and closer to the sweet pussythat lay underneath, the scent of it making his little red cock leak profuselywith precum. He placed his mouth over the head and began his descent. Barelymore than half of it was in his mouth and it was already hitting the back ofhis throat. It was thicker than he had ever sucked before but he was determinedto show her that he was a good slut for her.

Her words fueled his passion to do an even better job. ?Come on you dirtywhite cocksucker, show me what a slut you are for my juicy black cock. Suckmy beautiful black dick. Tell me you love it.?

He went into a cocksucking frenzy. ?Yes, Mistress. I'm in love with your big,black cock. It tastes so good in my mouth. I love being your white cocksucker.Feed me your cum.? He was sucking harder and faster, taking it deeper and deeper.His spit was dripping down the side; he wanted to be like the white whoreshe saw in all the videos that gave messy blowjobs.

She grabbed the back of his head and forced him all the way down on her ?cock.? Hechoked and gasped for air and he felt like he was going to pass out. The headof the black toy was deep in his throat and he felt like he was going to puke.He kept sucking. He sucked and she pumped until they were in a rhythm. He wastaking every inch down his throat in every thrust. Every time she would lethim up for air, she would ask him, ?Do you want some more?? He nodded affirmativelybut he eagerness was evidenced in the fact that he wouldn't stop sucking andlicking that sexy black strapon.

?You're ready to get your pussy fucked, aren't you?? He nodded uncontrollable,only stopping for a few seconds before he continued to lick and suck and swallowher strapon. ?Derrick, get him ready for me, will you please??

Brian froze for a second. He was past the point of pretense or care and allhe wanted was to be used. He arched his back as he felt lubricant being pouredon his hole. Derrick's fingers were longer, thicker, and penetrated him morecompletely than Desire's fingers had previously done. He moaned in appreciationof the stimulation and sucked that much more. She kept taunting him with herwords,? you want to get fucked by a big black cock, to be a white faggot whoreto be used by the Superior Black race, don't you?

He didn't have time to answer. His mouth was crammed full of the strapon andhe was sucking it like a whore. At that instant, he felt the head of Derrick'sdick at the entrance to his pussy. He reached his hand back to feel its sizeand to guide it in but he wasn't prepared for what he encountered. It was asthick as a beer can and twice as long.

?Noooo,? he cried out, ?I can't take that, please no.? The words coming outof his mouth rang of fear but his heart told a different tale. He craved thepain of being used by Black people to rid him of his horrible guilt, to makehim feel as inferior had he knew himself to be. He wanted to be fucked likea white rag doll and he wanted to earn his punishment. The head burned as itpenetrated him and he turned back to suck the strapon to distract himself.Desire had unhooked the dildo and spread her legs wide and presented him withher wet slit.

Brian was experiencing sensory overload. A Black man was about to fuck himwith the biggest black cock he had ever seen and before him was a sexy Blackwoman shoving her pussy in his face. He cried out, ?Fuck me. Fuck my mouth,Fuck my pussy. Use me. Fuck me!!!? Tears formed in his eyes. He was loweredto a mass of flesh and lust at the hands of these Ebony gods.

The cock in his ass pushed its way past his sphincter and deep into his bowels.It hurt. It was the kind of pain ushered in by the grandest pleasure. The sweet,sexy pussy in his face tasted like heaven. He felt what he previously thoughtwas impossible . . . Derrick's balls were firmly against his own. He was impaledon that massive meat.

He licked the clit in his face furiously as he wanted his Mistress to comein his mouth. ?More . . . more . . . more,? he kept chanting.

Derrick began slapping his ass and calling him names and it sent Brian intoa lust-driven high. The pounding was harder now, he was being fucked withoutmercy. His guts ached, his prostate had never had that sort of stimulationand he was eating the wet musky cunt of his sexy Nubian Mistress. His tearswere uncontrollable. His balls were aching. He started stroking his own cockuncontrollably as he unsnapped the cock ring and let out a cry. His cum explodedfrom his prick as Desire held his head to her spasming pussy and Derrick unloadedblast after thick blast of thick, hot cum in his well used pussy. He passedout from the pleasure and the pain.

It was early morning when they dropped him off at the parking lot of the gaybar where they met. They had used him in so many delicious and unspeakableways he couldn't remember them all. They were kinder to him then when theyfirst met, treating him like a pet now more than a plaything. He was desperatefor some sign that he had pleased them. ?Will I see you again? Would you liketo use me some more?? The longing in his eyes a telltale sign of the delighthe had taken in being fucked so completely.

?Know that tonight was child's play compared to what you will experience again,? Desiresaid. They drove off into the early morning, masters of dominant pleasure.

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