by H. A. Nicola
I’m remembering the delicious sensation of cradling your cock. Sensuous cupping. Feeling it harden in my very hands. Would love to see your face in desperate concentration during a board meeting as I suck underneath the desk. I bend over, head to my knees as I straddle your erection and dance to my own rhythm whilst you hold court. Only the very astute in the room would notice a black curvaceous bottom spiralling in your lap."
“They’d all want a go… I need practice holding… more rubbing definitely required.”
“Yes. I believe in you. With practice, you will be able to maintain your rigidity and eventually give me a good solid pounding.”
“I need my teacher. Strict discipline…”
"Meanwhile… I suppose I will have to make do with being eaten. Mmmm, no real hardship. I’m sure I can suffer your tongue teasing my vacant pussy. I’ll even open extra wide… see if you can bury your entire mouth in it.
Oooh, I bet your cock is throbbing.
Wish I could see the rise and fall in your trousers from across the board room and see your brow glisten as my fingers disappear inside my panties."
"Fuck this torment.
Throbbing hard. Trying to express what a dirty toy I want to be whilst looking innocent to all around me…
I need drenching by your black cunt juice."
“Open your mouth, my minion, and let me drool my erotic caramel onto your palate. Let me quench your parched soul.”
“Going somewhere discreet so I can express my filth properly.”
“Ooooh, I’m a fly on the wall… tongue hanging out in anticipation of your bulging crotch. If only I could kneel looking up at the volcanic eruption. Massaging your balls to encourage the flow and offering my arse as a catchment bed for your cum.”
"I’m on absolute heat now… can’t concentrate. I need my black mistress to calm me down.
Only black cunt will calm me. I need a feeding.
I need to taste it, smell it and be in it.
I need my hands on your chocolate tits as you fuck my face hard and unabated.
I’m tempted to wank my white cock in the men’s room as I think about how you seduced me to the dark side… I’m a toy for a nasty bad black bitch, and it makes me hard."
“Write your initials on my glutes with your white sauce. I will writhe all over your face fast, then slow to allow your tongue free reign in every nook of my fanny.”
"I’m caressing my cock at fucking work. You’re so bad!
I so need to release my juice over your delicious chocolate."
"Oooh, the thought of you selfishly caressing your cock is making me jealous. I must see this furtive gallop. I must be there for the gorgeous finale.
I want to sit on it with no finesse whatsoever… so fucking hungry."
"I want my hands on your black ass… I’m tempted to taste it too. I need to stop touching myself, but my cock feels really good right now—it should be in your black chocolate hands, mouth and then … cunt…
This white cock has a black bitch owner now…
Torment achieved."
"Hands, mouth, cunt… in that order. Ooooh yeah.
Squeeze yourself into my cavernous ecstasy. Don’t be afraid of the narrowness of my feminine corridor. My juice will aid the accommodation of your white hard cock."
"Mmmm, just thinking about your ass now… That really would be the final corruption
Black chocolate hands, mouth, cunt… ass."
"My cunt will be so intoxicating… you will be desperate to explore further and deeper… hands on my black buttocks as you forage ever deeper into my fallow heath.
I can almost hear the squelch of abundant juice as your cock dips tentatively inside before being drowned out by my yearning screams."
"Naughty, delicious, evil black mistress… you’ve got me hardening again…
Must go and actually do what I am paid for now…
Still can’t believe I was actually getting off at work reading your filth whilst stroking a nicely hardening boner… what am I becoming? The thrill was intense."
“You certainly bring out my inner bondage side. I love tormenting you.”
“I can’t keep this up. Could lead to filthy underbelly ruin! If I keep on like this (actually wanking at work), the underbelly will be where I’ll end up.”
“I can see that the prospect of tight black pussy gripping your white cock, like a vice, with juice spurting from the seams is becoming too much for you. I don’t wish to put you in jeopardy. I will retreat. Your work is important…”
“DON’T YOU DARE. I may stalk the Wharf. Where are you?”
Cayenne had received an urgent call from Ocean’s school stating that he had been unwell with a suspected tummy bug and could she come and get him.
“Hope all okay.”
“Yes. We are back home now, and he seems fine. Either his discomfort has passed, or his talent to deceive is exemplary.”
“Anything like his mum; we may be looking at the latter.”
“I knew you’d say that.”
“Meant in the nicest possible way.”
“As I was passing through the underbelly and cast my eyes asunder, I suddenly thought… if I happen to see you stalking for alternative ethnic skirt… I shan’t be responsible for my actions.”
“There’s nothing in your class out there. Be assured I have already trawled incessantly during abandonment V1.”
“Such lewd behaviour. You are absolutely right. I am a uniquely intoxicating potent mix.”
“I can’t deny it… other options bored me.”
“You would be prudent to keep me in the manner to which I have become accustomed… lest a more earnest stalker entrap me.”
Chapter 21
The stranger had taken to sending her videos that he liked the look of.
http://pornhub.com/view _video 456445ke4
Cayenne waited until the children were tucked up in bed before dimming the lights and settling down to watch.
It was a good one admittedly. During the years of having to satisfy herself, she had developed a particular penchant for the ones that got straight to the point, no hanging around with banal chit-chat. He clearly felt the same way.
Immediately she was thrust into the throes of an interracial fuck fest. A sultry black woman in a lace, crotch-less, all-in-one outfit being pummelled from behind by an eager to satisfy Caucasian. She was getting it good too. Cayenne felt immediately aroused. Inspired by the erotic visuals, she pleasured herself into a satisfying slumber.
The next thing she knew she awoke the following morning having had a decidedly thorough rest.
Later she messaged the sender with gratitude and found him knee-deep in furtive research.
"In the Marriot, working on my CV for 45 minutes… just got a secret peep at this one…
video s0sk3
I think I can find better
Trying to view the others without the female business centre supervisor thinking I’m a dirty boy."
“When you find better… show me in person. Be the dirty boy who dreams incessantly of my cocoa cunt.”
"I need it…
I so love the taste of your cocoa cunt."
“I have a similar outfit as the recipient in the video with an appropriate face-shaped hole.”
"Dirty, bad yummy mummy getting off on racially corrupting a nice, innocent white boy.
His white cock only answers to black dripping cunt now."
“I’ll not stop until you are utterly corrupt. You’ll have an intolerance for bland Caucasians by the time I’m finished with you.”
"Although he does often wonder what it would be like to disappear up the sensational black chocolate ass of his secret deliciously evil mistress.
Oh don’t worry, I am already so intolerant to whites now, it would make me soft… I can only rise to wet tasty black chocolate pussy."
“Wonder no more, my milky minion… how utterly pointless would it be for your jungle excursion to end without thorough
exploration.”
"I’m hard at my terminal… so much for time out to work on my CV.
I can’t escape my need to be your whore."
“Your white cock must now only stand to attention in the presence of Nubian royalty.”
“I need to watch a clip of your last video, but I’m being watched like a hawk now.”
"Don’t worry, your time has not been wasted as you have indeed spent this time researching cunt verification.
Who is watching my minion?…Does she not know he is accounted for? Let me at the bitch."
“I’m a fucking white slave to black cunt…I need a feed of my black pussy juice.”
“Who dares to impede investigative cunt verification?”
"She’s a white bitch… so it’s not like you have to worry… perhaps I need to show her what I’m into.
Hilarious. I like the cunt verification… may need to make this a daily task."
"I need you to show me what all those white bitches are missing.
Demonstrate your allegiance to the blackberry and confirm the hidden truth… the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice."
“So tempted to stroke… This is now a no-go area for white bitches.”
“Ooooh, what I would give to be under that terminal table… gnawing at my white tool. We must reinstate segregation. No whites allowed. I will lynch any white trash I see in the vicinity of my cock slave.”
“Yes, I will make them realise I’m a black pussy whore.”
“Any venturing on enemy lines will lead to annihilation. Your species will become as endangered as the ivory tusk. I will show them that you are now totally at the mercy of your slave owner.”
“You get off on this, don’t you?”
"Thoroughly enjoying presiding over my milk plantation. Nurturing strong white cock…
One simply won’t suffice. I will need to breed a herd of them."
"Don’t you dare!
White master now enslaved to be used as a toy. Tied up and fucked and aggressively used as his black bitch mistress sees fit. I’m on heat again as I walk around—shame you can’t show yourself to tease me."
“Where are you?”
“Trawling the mall… ignoring anything white.”
“Yes, my minion… your Negro devotion will be duly rewarded.”
“Funny as I wrote that I noticed one of my colleagues behind me… do you like what I have become?”
“Be careful on your Negro trawl… they may look like me, but most are far less refined than they appear to the untrained eye.”
“My cock needs YOUR juice. Not just any negro.”
“I love what you are becoming. I want your addiction to black pussy to be drug-like. You will need intense rehab to rid you of the hunger for berry juice. I want total domination. Slavery to my pussy precedence. You will become a black pussy cannibal. May you suffer extreme withdrawal symptoms when away from my cinnamon cunt.”
“I think I’d only ever be subservient to your black queen pussy… I’d surely suffocate without the smell of your queenly black cunt and ass.”
“May every white pussy now distinctly lack equatorial spice—shouldn’t be difficult.”
"Cheeky bitch.
My cock is leading me to South Quay. It must detect cinnamon."
“Yes… the tightness and juice and sheer blackness is insatiable. I want you begging for berry juice. Follow the pussy trail. Sniff like a coke addict desperate for the high of Caribbean cunt.”
"I’m wandering South Quay warped, hard, waiting on every line you send, dry and desperately in need of a feed … There’s black pussy on the street that can’t hope to divert me from my cock’s direct line…
I suppose I will end up in the Chanel Café tortured, addicted… obsessed. No one here knows what a slave to your black cunt juice I’ve become."
"I’m thrilled that pussy-eating devotion is literally on my doorstep.
Your melanoid internship was brief. You quickly excelled to advanced black onyx pussy devotion."
“Time to head back and regain my composure… know that your white fuck toy was lured by his cock seeking your caramel from his safe bland office.”
"I want it again but slower. Want to savour your tongue and feel it advancing my feminine corridor.
The Caribbean cunt juice will be more potent tomorrow, as it will aerate like a fine wine. I must entice you until you are helpless to my ebony aroma."
“Let me into your landing… Make me grovel at your door. I won’t come into your home if you disapprove… white boy knows he’s not allowed on the black queen’s territory. Give me a taste tomorrow before the need for a fix gets too much. I’m a fucking corrupt whore.”
This was the cue to Cayenne snapping out of her stupor. Something about him wanting to encroach upon her life irritated her.
The stranger must have sensed this and did not ask again.
They exchanged videos, both making mental notes to share what they had learned with each other.
“I’m looking forward to sitting on your face as you tongue fuck every orifice, while I reach back and stroke your cock.”
“Do you remember what you were telling me as you fucked my face in Mayfair?… As you relieved yourself in my mouth.”
“I don’t. Please remind me.”
"Bad racial slurs that I daren’t repeat. Although I distinctly recall you grabbing a fistful of my hair, forcing my face between your legs, and your accent adopting a sudden Jamaican lilt as you commanded something that sounded like ‘fuckin’ nyam it’…
I need to walk off this newly generated hard-on. Perhaps your former colonial master needs to give your chocolate ass a spanking. Meet me in Chanel at 4:00."
The Canary Wharf Chanel Café was a family run eatery conveniently situated halfway between the stranger’s office and Cayenne’s apartment.
Their meeting had been brief. A quick catch-up over a cup of tea. Seeing each other for even a short time seemed to enhance their day. Especially the semi-public grope and fondle as they explored each other’s mouths on their departure.
She thoroughly enjoyed the fact that before he even reached the office after their meetings, he would feedback how she had made him feel.
“You looked fucking hot.”
“Had you reached inside my skirt…you would have made a soaking discovery.”
“Communal stairs for a desperately hungry tongue fuck?”
Cayenne ignored the suggestion.
“Send me some dirty interracial filth…”
Cayenne duly found an appropriate hot session and forwarded it to his email whilst pointing out the highlights.
“Look at that white cock in that fucking black cunt… I’m so jealous.”
“I can’t right now. But don’t worry, I will be enjoying it later.”
“My pussy is literally drooling in anticipation.”
“Wish I had put my hand up your skirt.”
“I was positively dripping walking home.”
“I could have had my taste of delicious black pussy juice.”
Cayenne laid her unlaid self on her newly laid bed and began to imagine their next meeting.
“Imagining the plunging. Ferocious and rampant. Perhaps we shouldn’t. What if it evokes an insatiable need and desire that cannot be recapped. Preferable to remain in control of my urges surely. Even thinking about your cock… pummelling my nether regions in wild abandon makes me wet. I’m horny as hell.”
“After the real thing, after we take the plunge… it may unleash a beast…”
“Even I don’t know the intensity of this new monster simmering within. If I were in the same room as you now… fuck!… your brains would be like splintered shrapnel… I’d fuck you into oblivion. For fuck’s sake… somebody relieve me.”
“I will relieve you. You will get it. I will be the rampant white beast fuck that your cunt needs. More to come tomorrow.”
She rewarded him with a sexy video. His appreciation was amorous.
> "Bad dirty bitch. I liked the woman in the video… liked seeing her oiled ass.
Send me another one."
“I too will be oiled to the hilt. Going to bed now dreaming of your hard white cock. Going to finger myself discreetly beneath the covers… my fingers imitating your cock delving into my already saturated pussy.”
The next morning, she awoke to a video of his choice.
She sent him an urgent response.
“Check out the finger and simultaneous pussy lick. I wonder how it feels in the ass… they enjoy it so much… it must feel fucking amazing.”
“Mmmm, nice morning viewing… I like how she slaps her clit while masturbating.”
“Slap my clit too. Execute your every whim and desire on this tight black juicy pussy in this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
“Think I might have sent you repeated viewing. Apologies for the error—don’t want to upset the black Queen. The copied link from previous viewing was still there… must remember to remove such evidence of my dirty secrets.”
“No apology necessary. Your generous contributions are revitalising a prematurely retired pussy.”
“I’ve got a three hour onsite today… how the fuck will I survive such boredom.”
“You will survive safe in the knowledge that a black pussy fuck fest awaits.”
“Oh yes… only white bitches on this onsite, nothing to get my cock hard.”
“Give no more thought to such pale plebs with their dry, worn pussies. Pussies that require artificial lubricants. At every juncture, direct your mind to my dripping, aromatic, black-truffle fragranced, succulently seasoned cunt.”
Cayenne dressed carefully as she knew that Diego would want her to make an impression. It would be the first time that she would be witnessing her son’s professional performance since he began his performing arts course a year ago. She knew that he had been working hard with his classmates on Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
She had always known that he had a natural talent. Not that he exhibited a particularly showbizzy energy. He wasn’t one of those children that sought out opportunities to perform, or that put on plays for the neighbours and at family gatherings, but it was something they talked about a lot; and during long summer holidays with his cousins when they were younger, they would record their own home-produced movies, complete with soundtrack and special effects. Occasionally she would challenge him to rehearse a particular scene from a classic movie. She knew he had something, and to his credit, he hadn’t deviated from his chosen path, even when it must have been difficult, such as when his peers didn’t consider his choice fashionable.
