1. Queening for a Day


    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Interracial Sex, Author: AfroerotiK, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    there, and subconsciously, he knew she wouldn’t be. He asked one of the homeless men if he’d seen her and waited around for almost two hours before going back to work. All week long he went to the park; all week long, she wasn’t there. He was beginning to get depressed, angry at himself for not throwing caution to the wind and taking a chance. She intimidated him and that wasn’t a sensation he had ever truly experienced before. Bret began to fill his time at the park by playing the men there, talking to them, befriending them, observing their chess skills and speculating how they seemed to possess such amazing analytical skills but couldn’t get a job. He saw the casual glances from white passersby who belied their true feelings of disgust when he would share his food with them. Over the course of several weeks, he tried to convince himself that he was no longer going there to look for Shauntay but to engage in great chess with worthy competitors. The truth was, he couldn’t imagine the day that he would stop looking for her, she’d made a huge impact on him and he was convinced he wasn’t going to be the same ever again. Deeply engrossed in a great game, he felt the breath of her words as she whispered in his ear, “Have you missed me?’ Bret’s heart skipped a beat; the palms of his hands broke out in an immediate sweat. It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to fall to his knees and show his devotion to her. He wanted to forfeit the game but it wasn’t in his nature, and ...
    somehow, he knew that Shauntay would be displeased. He continued playing, glancing around, looking for her but she had faded into the masses. He knew she was there, watching him, he could feel her intense presence. Just as with his first game with her, he was nervous, making stupid mistakes. He lost. He lost fair and square. He scanned the crowd and saw her sitting on a bench about 50 yards away. He approached cautiously and sat down, waiting for her to say something. She didn’t utter a sound. “You were right. About . . . you know . . . you were right. How did you know,” he queried, “about . . . me, about . . . you know. How did you know that I would like that sort of thing?” She moved closer, pressing her leg against his. “I read you.” The puzzled look on his face indicated that he needed a more in-depth explanation. “Your game, the reverence you have for your queen, the way you protect her, it speaks volumes about you. I can tell all sorts of things from the way you play. You want people to see you as extraordinarily intelligent, but deep inside, you not only feel average, but there’s a part of you that feels unworthy, contemptible even. You are inherently submissive and you are drawn to that part of me that is inherently dominant.” “There’s no way you can tell all that about me from watching me play chess,” he said indignantly. “Oh, really? Am I wrong?” It was Bret’s time to remain silent now. He sat staring at the ground. Every time he would look up, she would be staring ...
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