1. Queening for a Day


    Date: 10/25/2014, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Black, Cock & ball torture, Discipline, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Interracial, Oral Sex, Pegging, Author: afroerotik, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    She was like a dream come true for him. Most of what he knew of her concretely was learned in the last 45 minutes. For a week, he’d fantasized about her, speculated, surmised but she was turning out to be more than he’d even allowed himself to contemplate. Beauty, brains, the ability to control him with subtlety, and an ass that made his mouth water. His mind couldn’t even makes sense of the fact that he was in this strange apartment, waiting rather impatiently for a women he didn’t know, for exactly what, he wasn’t sure. Emerging from her bedroom dressed in tight, leather, black pants, a corset that looked like she might have had two or three people in her bedroom helping her tie it so tightly, high-heeled, black patent leather boots that came up past her knees, and a look on her face that inspired sheer terror in Bret. Shauntay was carrying a riding crop in one hand and stood perfectly still so Bret could take in her image. His jaw dropped. She looked like a rare Ebony centerfold straight out of Obeah magazine (without the staples). He jumped up and reacted almost violently. “Hey, look, I don’t know who you think I am . . . or what you think I’m into, but you don’t know me. I’m not . . . I don’t want . . . Don’t you dare presume that I’m . . . that this is something . . . that you can . . . you have assumed too damn much.” He was flustered because he was undone by her complete ability to read him. He felt trapped and angry but he wasn’t exactly sure why. All he knew was ...
    that his chest felt tight, his knees felt weak, his mouth was dry, he’d lost the ability form complete sentences and he was wildly aroused, more than he’d ever been in his life. He was out of his element and in a strange environment. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Look, I appreciate your hospitality and thanks for the great match but I think I better be going.” “OK.” She didn’t say another word, she didn’t make a move. She motioned her eyes toward the front door and remained stoic. Bret looked like a deer caught in headlights. He didn’t want to go; in fact, he wanted desperately to stay, throw himself at her feet, beg for her forgiveness, and be subjected to her cruel punishments. He wanted her to give him an ultimatum, to say something that would give him the chance to stay. She walked to the door, opened it, and stood aside. “I . . . uhmmm,” he mumbled as he walked past her, too prideful to ask to say, feeling like an idiot for totally fucking up, “Great match. Thanks.” He hailed a cab to take him back to his car and relived every second of the past week in his mind over and over again on his way home. All weekend, he was withdrawn and quiet. He made excuses to his friends why he couldn’t hang out and sex with Amanda was nothing more than perfunctory. Every time he closed his eyes, however, he would see Shauntay. He couldn’t sleep at night and Monday morning couldn’t come soon enough. He watched the clock all morning long and made a beeline for the park. Of course, she wasn’t ...
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