Okay. So, I’m love’s bitch. I admit that. I always have been love’s bitch. Right now, I’m a bitch for a beautiful, red-haired, white goddess, and she treats me like she knows exactly how I’m supposed to be treated.
First, I should tell you that I am a tall, slender, athletic, black man with a dark, mahogany skin tone. I’m not unattractive by a long shot, though, being in my fifties, I am quite a bit older than Jessica. I’m financially stable, with some very lucrative investments adding to my income so that life is quite comfortable. But I have never been so completely content with my life as I’ve become since I met Jessica.
Before Jessica, I had only had black women as lovers. I have loved the black women I was with as much as I now do Jessica, but there is a distinct difference. In my relationships with black women, they could never relate to the manner in which I communicated my feelings for them. As a result, my every relationship with a black woman ended in failure.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t blame them and am not disappointed in how things turned out. I’m just providing this small piece of background so that you will understand that my relationship with Jessica was not initiated based on my having a desire for a white girl. As far as I’m concerned, I could have had the same type of relationship with a black girl, if one of my earlier lover’s could have respected such a situation. But certain social and personal mores ingrained into them inhibited them from doing certain things, and I can respect that.
I, on the other hand, have never been limited by social taboos. The only limits I have ever accepted are those I place on myself, and they were subject to change upon a whim. Throughout my life, I have been looking for someone who shared my totally unrestrained outlook regarding life, but repeatedly failed. All of the girls were possessive of a strong sexuality, but they would not, or could not, exceed certain social boundaries. Then I met Jessica, and with our joining everything became complete.
Our meeting was not the usual form of introduction between men and women. Our relationship began almost as soon as soon as I moved into the apartment next to hers. It began with the sound of soft moaning that flowed through the wall of my living room. I was positioning the furniture when I heard it.
“Ohhh. Ohhh. Yes, baby, yes. Fuck me like that. Fuck my hot cunt hard and deep with your big, fat cock, Derrick,” I heard the woman moan. “Oh God, your cock feels so good inside me.”
There was a rhythmic thumping sound at the wall, and I immediately knew what was causing it. The guy she had called Derrick was holding her up against the wall and fucking her there.
“Oh yeah. Pound my cunt, baby. Fuck my red-haired cunt like you own it, motherfucker,” the woman said, urging the man to a more vigorous thrusting. “Yeah. That’s it. Treat me like that. Treat me like the hot and horny slut I am.”
The banging against the wall suddenly stopped and the woman’s moaning grew softer and less clear, so I knew they had moved away from where they had been. For a while, I stood at the wall listening to the woman’s continued moaning and the man’s harsh groaning as they fucked. Then the woman cried out in orgasm, her voice loud and clear as if she didn’t care who heard her.
“Oh shit! I’m cumming, baby! Keep fucking me! Don’t stop! Keep fucking that big dick into my cunt and make me cream all over it,” Jessica wailed. “Oh yeah! That’s it! Go hard and deep like that! Hard and deep! Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh! I’m cumming!”
Things were quiet for a short time after that. Then, suddenly she began moaning again, and I knew she was being fucked again. And then it happened again, and then again. The only thing different about each time was that she would call the man a different name each time she was fucked.
Then, when there was a really long pause, I knew it was over. But, being nosy, it wasn’t exactly over for me. I knew the guys would be getting dressed and probably preparing to leave, so I grabbed my garbage from the kitchen and went to the door and waited until I heard her door open before stepping out of my own apartment. My intention was to see how many guys actually left the apartment, because I figured that after so much sexual activity the girl would probably be too exhausted to move and she would not accompany them to the door.
Of course, I was wrong. As soon as I stepped into the hallway and turned to look in the direction of the door of her apartment my eyes immediately settled on the nude beauty of the most spectacular redhead I’d ever seen and stayed there.
Seeing me staring, Jessica cocked her head irritatedly and stared back. Her emerald green eyes bored into mine as if we were having a staring contest. She didn’t know that if it had been a staring contest she would have lost, because I was spellbound and couldn’t look away.
“Is there something you want?” She asked after a moment.
I heard her question but I couldn’t speak to answer. That doesn’t mean that no answers were given. As the men began to move past her to exit her home they provided coarse or amusing responses.
“I think he wants you,” one guy stated.
“Nah. He doesn’t really want her, he just wants a sample of what we just had,” another guy stated. “Go ahead, baby. Show him that you are the epitome of what the title Redheaded Whore stands for.”
Another man snickered and I could hear the sneer in his voice when he spoke.
“I don’t think he wants to fuck her at all. Look at him. He’s staring at her as if he’s a kid staring at his favorite cream covered desert,” the man chuckled. “Bet if we weren’t here he’d have thrown her on the floor and buried his face in her flame-haired crotch the moment she asked him what he wanted.”
I didn’t respond to him. Not because I couldn’t beat his ass. I’d gauged each man as he’d walked through the door. Despite the mesmerizing effect of the redhead, my training kicked in instinctively and I estimated the threat each man posed individually and the threat they might pose as a group.
Though two of the men were larger than I was, I could tell from the way they moved that they might possess brute strength but they displayed little of the grace and flow of form that came from continual training. So, individually, they were not a problem. And as a group, they were even less so. The reasons for my failure to respond were that I didn’t want to ruin the moment and because what he said was true.
Staring at the luscious redhaired woman, seeing the soft pink of her lips, the soft crimson curls at her pelvic mound, and the flesh at the insides of her thighs all covered with pearly lines and smears of cum, my mouth was watering. Some people say that black men don’t eat pussy. Those people don’t know me. I never fuck a girl that I’m scared to eat. And, really, I’m highly oral.
So much so that I find eating pussy to be as pleasurable as fucking. Actually, more pleasurable. So, yes, I was looking at her like she was my favorite dessert, because, sexually, pussy was my favorite dessert.
Jessica also noticed that what the guy had said was true. But she was even more observant than he was. Where most men would have displayed disgust at the sight of a girl covered in cum after a gangbang, she could tell that I was experiencing none of that revulsion. What I was feeling was the exact opposite of revulsion. She could tell that I found the sight to be extremely hot.
“You’re staring at me like you’re trying to burn the image into your memory. Wouldn’t it be easier if you just took a picture?” She smiled. “You do have a phone with you, don’t you.”
“You wouldn’t mind?” I asked, finally breaking my silence and returning her smile.
Jessica laughed.
“Hell no. You won’t be the only one with pictures of me.” She turned to one of the men. “Karl, as soon as you can, get him some copies of the videos of me getting fucked.”
Turning her attention back to me as I raised my phone, she posed for the photo.
“I know you’re gonna like them. There’s some of me with dildoes, doing one on one, two on one, three on one, gangbangs, and doing girl on girl. I’m a regular porn star. Or, at least, I would be if I was getting paid for it. But I’m not. I just like to fuck and I’m not shy about it, so I don’t care if the guys make videos and post them on the internet,” she said. “I think Karl has the most material, that’s why I asked him to provide you with the recordings.”
The men laughed as they entered the elevator. When the doors to the lift closed Jessica stepped up to me.
“My name is Jessica,” she said with an amused expression on her face. She held her hand out to me.
“Hi, Jessica. I’m David,” I responded. Then, ignoring her hand, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
The action momentarily took her by surprise, so she stiffened in my embrace. But then, she seemed to mold herself to me, and she kissed me back. When we parted she looked at me.
“Did you like that? I mean, tasting other men’s cum on my lips and knowing that I was sucking other men’s cocks before you kissed me?” She asked.
The mischievous gleam in her eyes told me that she already knew the answer to her question and just wanted to hear me say it.
“Kissing you was great. I think it would have been great even if there wasn’t any jizz on your lips,” I answered. I smiled as I continued to hold the nude, slender body of the small woman in my arms. “But I’m guessing that anytime someone kisses you there is a big chance that they will be tasting cum on your lips.”
“You still didn’t answer my question. Did you like it?”
“Okay. You’ve been completely open with me about your sexual identity, so let me be as upfront about mine,” I said, gazing into the depths of her emerald eyes. “My sexuality is somewhat conflicting in its description. I am a bisexual, alpha/beta, dom/sub guy. What does that mean? It means...”
“It means that you are a bisexual guy who is an alpha in all aspects of your life except in your relationship with a person you care about. And the dom/sub thing is the essence of your sexual nature. You like the power of that type of sexual position.”
I nodded.
“So you understand?”
“Of course. I like it too. I just can’t seem to find the kind of man who can relate to my desires,” she replied. “I’m really dominant and really kinky when allowed to release that part of myself. Most guys can’t handle it when I let my most nasty and sluttish self run free. What about you? I’m guessing most girls run in fear when you let that part of yourself show.”
“Yeah. And for a similar reason. The women I’ve met can’t handle it when I let them be free to be the hottest and most whorish bitch. For some reason, they have the impression that it’s a man’s job to keep them in control. I, on the other hand, believe it is a man’s job to free a woman to experience all the pleasures life has to offer and to support and encourage her sexual adventures.”
I stroked a hand down Jessica’s crimson tresses to the side of her face. At her cheek was a fat dollop of one of the guy’s jizz and I caught it on my finger, lifting it from her face. When she saw it, Jessica reached up to take my hand in hers and draw my finger down to her mouth. She grinned lewdly before placing her lips over my finger and sucking it clean.
“And none of them would have done what you just did. They would have turned this little sexy moment we just shared into an 'ew' moment. As in: 'ew, I can’t believe you just put your finger in another man’s cum on my face.' And they would have looked at me as if I was crazy if I tried to feed it to them.”
Jessica chuckled.
“Well, I’m obviously nothing like them,” she smiled. She swiped her pink tongue over her pink lips. “When I drew your finger into my mouth I wasn’t at all disgusted by the idea. The question that came to my mind was, since you were the one who removed it from my cheek, should I offer you the opportunity to taste it. But I’m a greedy little whore so I ate it.”
I laughed.
“Bitch. You know that if we’re gonna be friends and neighbors you’re gonna have to learn to share, right.”
“What I know is that if we don’t get out of this hallway soon somebody is going to see us and call the cops. It won’t be the first time and I’m sure they won’t like being called here for another complaint about indecent exposure involving the redheaded whore in apartment 312.”
Stepping back from me, she took my hand and led me into her apartment.
My eyes were glued to the sway of the cute, small, cum covered roundness of her pale tush as she guided me inside, so I didn’t really pay much attention to the inside of her apartment. My mind was completely entranced by the hypnotic movement of her gorgeous little ass. Some black men like big asses. The bigger the better.
Me? I like small asses. Not flat, but small and cute and kissable. Call me superficial, but I like women who are of similar build to fashion models. Jessica was perfectly sculpted for me.
I had no idea of what she had in mind when she took me to the kitchen. Turning to me, she grinned mischievously.
“I’m thinking you might be a bit thirsty and hungry, so I figured I’d offer you a bite,” she said.
I frowned, feeling a little confused.
“Not really in need of coffee or a snack,” I said. “I just ate a few ago.”
Continuing to grin, she jumped up on the table and spread her legs, exposing the well-trimmed red furred lips of her slit. The plump lips were parted from having been recently spread by the cocks of the guys who had just left and I could see thick white gobs of their spunk drooling from her friction reddened insides.
“Are you sure you couldn’t eat something? If Damon is right, and I think he is, you will like what’s on the menu,” she said, gliding a finger through the crevasse formed between the lust-swollen lips of her snatch.
Jessica raised the slender dripping digit to her mouth and flicked her tongue out to capture the gooey juices from it. “Mmmmm. I taste delicious after I’ve been fucked. Come on, see for yourself. You know you want to.”
She was right. I absolutely did want to. From the moment I laid eyes on her my mouth had begun to water. It was so obvious that her friend Damon had immediately recognized what I was feeling. She was absolutely gorgeous, and that alone would have made me hunger for her.
But seeing her in the aftermath of a gangbang, knowing she had been repeatedly fucked by other men and observing their cum smeared on her lips and face, spattered across the firm, small mounds of her pink-nippled breasts, clinging to her belly and matted in the crimson coils of her pubic hair made me hunger for her even more.
Staring at the most perfect gourmet dish that had probably ever been placed on that table, I didn’t move fast enough to the feast. At least not fast enough as far as Jessica was concerned. Reaching up, she grabbed me by the head and forcefully pulled my face down between her legs and shoved my mouth against her pussy.
“What are you waiting for? Eat this hot white pussy, motherfucker,” she growled commandingly. She began to hunch her hips, grinding her cum filled snatch against my lips. Moving her hands so that they were both possessively cupping the back of my head, she looked down at me with eyes that were both fierce and demanding. “Stick out your tongue and lick my pussy clean. Get every drop of cum out of my well-used cunt.”
I didn’t hesitate to do as I was told. The aggressiveness of her actions told me that she understood exactly what type of sexual relationship I desired from a woman and that she was willing to provide it. My response, reaching beneath her to cup the perfect cheeks of her sweet ass and plunging my tongue into the overflowing depths of her twat to scoop out a mouthful of the savory mixture of fluids there, told her that I was hers and hoping she would continue to treat me like it.
More than me, Jessica was quick on the uptake. At the first feel of my tongue, she grinned down at me as she undulated obscenely, fucking her pussy against my sucking lips and thrusting tongue.
“Yeah. That’s it, black motherfucker. Tongue out that red-haired white twat. You’re really loving it, ain’t you? You like being ruled by a woman, don’t you? You like serving your queen’s needs,” she said nastily, the sound of her words intensifying my arousal. I swirled my tongue around her clit and she moaned with lascivious delight. “Yessss! Ohhhhh! You do like it. It shows in how good you’re munching on my pussy.”
Jessica’s jizz filled cunt tasted delicious. The salty-sweet flavor of the combined male and female sexual fluids flowed over my taste buds like a runny improperly congealed gelatin containing thick ropes and clumps. Using my tongue, I would scoop a heavy strand from the inner walls of her snatch and swirl it around in my mouth, relishing the taste and reveling in the perverseness of the act.
“Yeah. Yeah. Eat that pussy. You were born to eat pussy, weren’t you? You know that’s what you were born to do. You were born to be used for the nastiest pleasures a woman may desire, and I am going to enjoy using you in the way you were created to be used,” Jessica stated as she continued to fuck my face.
“You’re gonna fall in love with me because I am going to treat you like you deserve to be treated. I’m going to cheat on you. I am going to fuck other men and come home to you with my cunt, my ass, and my mouth tasting like their cocks. Every time I come home from fucking another man, I’m going to sit on your face and make you douche me clean with your mouth. That means that you will be eating my pussy every day because I am a slut and I like to get fucked at least once a day. Can you handle that?”
With my mouth full of pussy, I couldn’t verbally answer. However, to communicate my response, I grasped her buttocks more firmly and began to eat her out even more energetically than before.
“Yeah. I thought you would like that idea,” she said. Then she moaned, her back arching as I fluttered my tongue against the very tip of her erect pink clit, sending an extreme sensation of pleasure surging through her. “Oh shit! You eat pussy good. Oh, fuck! You really were born to do this shit.”
I loved how responsive she was to my oral stimulation of her cunt. She was right. I was born to eat pussy. I knew it from the very first time I heard of the act. Likewise, I have also always known that I would enjoy being sexually subservient to a woman. It was why I had always chosen black women who were strong and aggressive.
Jessica was not only strong and aggressive, she was extremely promiscuous and possessed a malleable sexual nature that allowed her to experience and enjoy the most perverse sexual thrills. She recognized that the position of being the dominant partner in a relationship would provide her with more freedom to test the limits of her licentiousness and, because she liked the idea of that, she was willing to try a test run with me.
“I love the way your soft, black lips feel on my red-haired cunt. Oh yeah, baby. I’m gonna fuck your face every fucking day. Eat that pussy. Suck it out. Oh! Ohhhhh! I’m cummiinng!”
Another thing I found that I liked about Jessica is that she’s a squirter. When she came, her pussy released a steaming, fragrant flood of juices that splashed over my tongue, lips, and cheeks. I loved feeling her shudder in the throes of her orgasm as she sprayed a heavy wash of honey sweet pussy nectar. And all the while she continued to possessively hold me by the back of my head, as if to convey the fact that, as she had said, my face was hers to fuck whenever she desired.
After she came I continued to eat her pussy. She made me keep eating her pussy. When her first orgasm came to an end I started to try to rise but she kept her grip on my head and forced my face back between her thighs while telling me I wasn’t done yet. She made me eat her through five climaxes before she let me up, and I enjoyed every second of it.
That first meeting was five years ago. She was already a mother of two when we met, but a year later, when she was pregnant (by one of her many lovers - a white one who I think she allowed to knock her up on purpose just to see how truly committed I was to her) we were married. During our time together she has never used any form of birth control.
She says she thinks it’s so hot knowing that when I eat another man’s cum out of her cunt that I could be tasting the mixture of juices that result in her eggs being fertilized and her giving birth to another man’s baby. That she has such thoughts is a turn on to me too, which led to me encouraging her actions. As a result, she is now a mother of five (with only one of her children having been fathered by me and her most recent having been intentionally conceived with Karl – who I met the first time I met Jessica).
Looking back, my desire was to be dominated by a black woman. My actual fantasy was to be dominated by a highly sexual black woman who possessed a love of white cock. For some reason, it had never occurred to me to consider seeking what I desired from a white woman. But after so much trial and inhibition in my relationships with black women I ran into Jessica. Now I am perfectly happy in a relationship. And knowing that the perverse beauty I married is going to subject me to some new adventure every day keeps that relationship fresh.
