Author’s note: This is a story by reader request. He wants to be dominated by a black woman and asked me to write his fantasy. Below is the first chapter of that request.
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Bart Jackson was finishing off the last work day of a hellish week and needed to relax. Being an account executive for an accounting firm was stressful enough, but that idiot damn near cost the company the biggest account they had. Had he not found it when he did, the contract would have been lost. It had taken working twenty hour days to save the day and he was beyond exhausted.
Lisa Bennett tapped on the open door and said, “I’m leaving now, Mr. Jackson. Are you coming?”
Lisa was his secretary and had been kind enough to work the same grueling hours. He had no idea where he would be without her. Her brown eyes sparkled against her chocolate face and it always made him feel better to see her. She was wearing a black sweater over a black shirt, which partially revealed her blue jeans. He encouraged her to dress that way, since he did not want her to have to wear the uncomfortable business clothes he had to wear.
His blue eyes met hers and said, “No, Lisa. I have some last minute things to take care of.”
She looked at him with concern and asked, “Do you want me to stay?”
He shook his head and said, “No. Go home and enjoy your weekend.”
She knew better than to argue with him, so she gave one last encouraging smile and left his view. He waited a few minutes and poked his head out the door to make sure he was alone, then returned to his desk. There were plenty of things he had tried to relax, but found only one thing truly worked.
He went to his favorite site and found the video that held the most promise. He watched as a pale fleshed man, similar to himself, laid on his back and was being taken by a woman with ebony skin. Bart loved to watch interracial porn, so long as it was a white guy with a black girl. As the moaning perked his ears, he started to undo his tie.
Lisa spoke in a very loud voice, “So this is what you do on company time.”
He jumped at the intrusion and kicked himself for not remembering to close the door. He tried to turn it off, but was unable to find the means to make the moaning stop. Finally, he managed to close it out and desperately tried to find some way to explain what he was doing.
There was nothing that came to mind, so he held his head down and said, “You caught me. Sorry you had to see that, Lisa.”
She scowled and said, “They’re going to find out.”
He shook his head and said, “They haven’t yet.”
She snapped, “They will now. I have to tell them. I don’t want to lose my job, because your some kind of sick pervert.”
He looked into her kaçak iddaa eyes and begged, “Please don’t. I just need to relax after a week like that and this is the only thing that works.”
She shook her head in defiance and said, “You don’t see anyone else looking at porn. They all wait until they get home, but not you. You are a sick man.”
He got down on his knees and held up his hands as he said, “I know, but please don’t tell.”
She smirked and asked, “If I am going risk my job, what’s in it for me?”
Bart felt a twinge of hope enter and said, “Name it.”
She glared at him and said, “Fine. I want you to spend the weekend at my apartment. If you are a good boy, then I will not say anything.”
He got off his knees and went to hug her as he said, “Thank you, Lisa.”
She pushed him away in disgust and said, “Call me Miss Bennett, Bart. Now I am leaving. You know the way. Do not keep me waiting.”
He nodded and said, “I won’t, Miss Bennett.”
She turned and left rather abruptly and he raced to get to his car. He had no idea what she meant by a good boy, but assumed he would be scrubbing her floor and washing her dishes. Bart could handle a weekend of physical labor, since it meant she would keep his secret and he would keep his job.
He got to his car and she was already gone. Bart got in and started to drive a little recklessly, but he had to risk getting pulled over. There was nothing that he would not do to prevent her from telling his employer about what she had found.
He pulled into a parking spot and was right next to her car. Bart got out and found no sign of her and knew she had to drive every bit as recklessly as he did. There was a mad dash to get to her door and he was glad he stayed in shape. Granted, his body didn’t have the look of a bodybuilder, but he had never had any complaints from any woman he had been with.
A little breathless, he knocked on the door and she pulled it open in anger as she said, “I told you, Bart, don’t keep me waiting. This is not the way to start the weekend.”
He looked a little sheepish and wanted to tell her just how fast he had driven, but this was no time to be defensive. He simply said, “I’m sorry, Miss Bennett.”
She scowled as she stepped inside, then said, “Come in, Bart.”
His blue were downcast as he said, “Yes, Miss Bennett.”
He stepped inside the familiar apartment and the door closed behind him. Bart breathed a sigh of relief, since she didn’t slam the door in his face. Her hands pressed into his back and she forced him to walk. She guided him roughly to the couch, then pulled back on his short brown hair to bring him to a halt. His teeth snapped together to prevent any sign of discomfort from leaving kaçak bahis his mouth.
She said, “Stand in front of the couch, Bart.”
He said, “Yes, Miss Bennett.”
His feet carried him as instructed and he waited for her next command. There was no doubt in his mind that she was in complete control and he had no ability to refuse. She stood in front of him with a look of anger and said nothing at first. He wanted to reach up to the spot on his head she had yanked to see if there was any hair left, but he was unable to move anything out of fear it would anger her.
After an impossibly long period of silence, she said, “You shouldn’t fantasize about being with a black woman. You aren’t man enough.” Her hand reached down and he could feel her through his slacks as she cupped his balls. Lisa squeezed hard and he let out a gritted yelp as she said, “From what I can feel, you don’t have shit down there.”
He wanted to defend himself, but the look in her brown eyes told him to say nothing. Of course, there was also the problem of his balls being squeezed painfully and he doubted any word would come out that would be legible to anyone’s ear. Bart could feel tears starting to leave his eyes and she let go, but the anger remained in her brown eyes.
She glared at him as she commanded, “Take your clothes off, white boy.”
He nervously started to remove his clothing and did not dare to move slowly. His pale chest was quickly revealed and she laughed hard at the sight. Bart removed the remaining clothing and she started to laugh even harder at his flaccid dick.
She said, “Damn, Bart. I knew you were white, but not this white. And that little dick of yours is a pathetic joke.” Her hands reached down and grabbed his balls painfully as she said, “Sit down. I’m going to take off my clothes and I expect the little thing to be hard.”
She released her hand and Bart sat as instructed. Her sweater and shirt were slowly removed and he was staring at a white bra that looked wonderful against her chocolate flesh, even if it did cover far too much of her beauty. Her body showed signs of working out and she had to be really large up top. Her pants were removed and her legs were wonderfully toned. Her white panties were not particularly sexy, since they hid far too much for his liking.
Her fingers moved to undo her bra and he watched the white slowly reveal more chocolate, which caused his dick to twitch for the first time. She smirked as she continued to show more of her tits and her dark nipples came into view. He could not take his eyes off of them and found they looked much better than anything he could have imagined.
His dick started to harden as she rocked her body back and forth. Bart’s eyes followed her illegal bahis dark nipples as if she were a hypnotist and wished this were happening under more pleasant circumstances. She cupped her hands under her tits and pointed them at his face. Lisa’s eyes moved down his body and was not hiding her gaze as she met his seven inches with large girth.
She smirked and said, “Not bad, for a white boy. You still aren’t man enough for me. But that’s alright. Just knowing you have to do whatever I tell you, is making me very wet. Look at my panties, Bart.”
He pulled away from her nipples and said, “Yes, Miss Bennett.”
His eyes moved down her chocolate body and found she was not lying. He could clearly see the darkness of her flesh press against the wet and his dick responded eagerly. She removed her panties and revealed her full bush to him, then forced them into his open mouth. He gagged, but did not want her to remove them, since his tongue was finding unknown wonders.
She stepped back and said, “Leave my panties in your mouth and follow me.”
He lifted his naked body from the couch and followed to her bed. She pressed hard against his shoulders and he fell onto the mattress with his knees on the floor. Her white fingernails caressed his pale cheeks and he waited nervously to find out what she had in mind.
Her fingernails pulled away and he felt her hand slap his ass hard. He grunted and tried to scream out, but her panties were preventing anything other than muffled cries. Bart felt the next slap send more pain through his body and the muffled cries increased greatly. It was impossible to keep count as to how many times her hand came down on his cheeks, but knew it was going to be very painful to sit over the next few days.
She slapped him hard one last time, then said, “Finally got you some color, Bart. That was for watching porn at work and making me wait. Are you ready to be a good boy?”
He gritted his teeth and gave a muffled reply, “Yes, Miss Bennett.”
She drag her fingernails painfully across his red cheeks as she said, “We’ll see, Bart. Stay right there.”
He cried out and gave a muffled, “Yes, Miss Bennett.”
He watched as she started to connect the black straps to her bedposts and laid down as she commanded. She took the panties out of his mouth and started to secure his wrists, which were uncomfortable against his flesh. Bart had never been tied down before and hated not having any control. Her hand reached between his legs and gave a tight squeeze.
He cried out as she said, “Time to get some sleep, Bart.”
He managed to say, “Yes, Miss Bennett.”
She released her fingers and laid her chocolate body over his and he could feel her hard nipples press against his chest. His eyes were burning and it was from far more than the tears that were slowly drying on his face. Her breathing started to slow as his own eyes closed and exhaustion caught up to his body.