Chapter 3 – Rage
Chapter Three
Rage
H er lips are so fucking tight around my dick that I know my efforts to get even deeper down her throat are fueled by nothing but pure cruelty. This has to be some sick joke by Oske, who knows exactly what my type is and definitely went out of her way to find a woman who is the furthest thing from my type.
I groan inadvertently... "Fuck..."
She chokes louder and tears stream down her face. I can smell the saltiness and more importantly than that, I feel her trembling in fear beneath my grasp and fighting hard against my thighs as I shove my cock deep down her throat, practically choking her.
When I reach the end of my sixty second countdown, I withdraw my dick with painful slowness and listen to her gagging and choking, making every effort not to throw up. My dick drips with her spit as my heart races faster.
This is the shit worth waiting for. My vice. My fucked up secret. I yank her head backward again once she gets a hold of her breathing.
"Three more minutes," I say to the woman in a voice just barely above a whisper, even if I know it won't comfort her. That part will happen when I'm done -- if she satisfies me.
"You're going to choke on my cock for three more minutes and if you don't make me cum, you walk out the door dressed like a slut and wait for your mistress."
I don't wait for a response. She still has her mouth open, mainly because she's gasping for air. This time, I push my dick between her lips slowly. I want to feel her mouth slowly tightening around my dick as I fuck her mouth. I push as much of my cock in as possible before the tip hits the back of her throat.
She makes that first sexy gagging sound and I move my hips in a slow rhythm, pushing deeper with each thrust until I get my dick so deep that she can't breathe. She pushes against my thigh, alerting me to her vulnerability. My response is forcing my dick deeper into her mouth, holding her down with my dick until she gags.
Sixty slow seconds pass and her fighting gets harder. More aggressive. She digs her nails into my thighs and a cascade of pleasure happens in quick succession. Heat rushes through me and my balls draw in against my body. I groan with the fucking euphoria that passes over me and push my dick deeper into her mouth instinctively as I erupt.
Fuck. Holy fuck. Thick ropes of cum erupt from the tip of my cock and the woman's gagging becomes more intense. I can't let go. She made me cum so fucking fast that I don't think I have control of anything here. I'm in a blissful orgasmic state that relaxes me just enough that I lose my grip on her hair and she quickly pulls her mouth off my cock, doubling over as my cum spills from her lips and she coughs and gasps for breath.
I can't risk missing this. I lose control of the exact ritualistic way that I conduct my 3 a.m. business and I brighten the lights in my entryway. My stomach flips and my dick gets semi-hard right away when I see what the fuck I did under warm, dim lights.
I could tell she was black, but I couldn't tell how dark and damn, this woman is dark-skinned. Like a freshly brewed cup of hazelnut coffee. Her body is completely different from all the other women. She presses her weight into her hands and knees as tears stream down her soft, heart-shaped face. Her tits squeeze together in the lingerie I selected and I'm hard as fuck again.
Two weeks without sex and I turn into a fucking maniac. Already, I have a thought that never once crossed my mind before. She's not going to come back after tonight, and I won't like that at all.
With the others, I didn't care. I planned on subjecting them to my specific brand of brutality and there was nothing special or interesting enough for me to pause from my ritual of self-satisfaction.
But this woman... My gaze finds her lips, still dripping with my cum and I feel this intense, dominant desire that has never been this strong before. I pull my underwear up, even if my dick still feels disgustingly wet, and follow by zipping up my pants and restraining myself again.
Temporarily. The woman keeps kneeling and waiting in silence. Her knees must be completely bruised.
"Acceptable," I say to her, struggling to keep any part of me restrained the more I look at her. "I'm going to get a drink. Stand three feet to the left of my coffee table and wait for me. I want to see you strip."
She keeps her gaze averted as she stands. Obedient. Many of the others played at the idea of obedience and submission, but few of them could actually achieve the discipline necessary not to give in to temptation.
"Go," I command her firmly. "When I get back, you can have a good look."
She waits for me to leave before she walks to the living room. My condo is open concept, so it's not hard to find, but where she stands doesn't face the kitchen, so she won’t get a good look at me until I return.
Tonight, I just want more whiskey. I'll need more whiskey if I actually want to go through with this. It was my choice to turn on the lights, but it wasn't what I planned. It doesn't help me to expose any part of myself to this woman. I have no interest in any relationship that goes deeper than this. I pour myself double the liquor than I normally do.
I can't help it. I can't envision any other way of getting through this. It's not just exposing myself to her that's the problem.
It's her...
Where the fuck did Oske even find a black woman in the middle of nowhere? Her lips were...
I can't tell if the situation with her lips is because of her race, but I’ve never had head like that in my entire life. I drink about a shot's worth of whiskey before heading out to my living room. She points her eyes at her toes, but her body grows visibly tense once she hears me enter the room.
I unbutton the top two buttons on my shirt and sit with my whiskey. I give her no instructions for a full two minutes, continuing to test her obedience. Her tits are unrealistically large, but I can tell from the way that they hang down her chest that they're all natural.
I only fuck women that are all natural -- even if I have a type. That's the most important thing to me. Natural hair, natural ass, natural lips, natural tits. Once I sit, my dick stiffens immediately. I'm comfortable. I can taste whiskey on my lips. My dick needs to get soaking wet again.
Soon.
"Look at me."
She looks up quickly, which means she was definitely holding back. She wants to see me. My stomach feels weird and knotted. Control. I need to take back control before all these bizarre emotional responses cause me to do something even dumber than turning on the lights. I sip from my whiskey as I let her look, rewarding her obedience.
"What's your name?"
She can't hide any of her emotions. I like it. I can instantly sense that she worries about giving me her name. I can't blame her. I walked through my front door and made her choke on my dick. From my perspective, this makes us a little closer than strangers.
"You can call me Rage," I offer first. Obviously, not my real name. But I would rather not reveal that my name is Deacon after roughly fucking her mouth.
She says her name. "Keyshawn."
Damn. That is a black ass name. But it's pretty. I want to play with the syllables.
"Keyshawn. Did your mistress tell you what to expect tonight?"
"Yes."
"Strip," I say to her once I work up the courage to stop staring at her body and look this woman right in the eye. "I want to see what I paid for tonight. "
Again, the word tonight reminds me that I only agreed to one time. Most girls don't come back. None of them have ever even wanted to. Oske threatened to stop sending women to me... but she isn't immune to vice. Oske grew up dirt poor and like most folks who came up in her situation, she likes nice and shiny things. It makes it easy to convince her to wear her morals a little thin.
Keyshawn averts her gaze again. I'm grateful and take a sip of whiskey as I watch her undress. I have excellent taste in lingerie, but it feels like fate that this is the piece I chose for Keyshawn. It fits her body perfectly, lace contouring around her curves. She starts by removing the corset top with black satin fabric barely covering her nipples.
My dick jerks in my pants once she has her tits free. I don't think I ever saw a pair of dark brown tits exposed in front of me and my eyes snap open with surprise and utter fixation at how fucking different she is -- and how much I want more of her.