by Staci Parker
“What happened was a loss of control on my part. Shameful. I was attracted to you and I failed to rise above fleshly temptation.”
“Is that all it was?” she said with a smile.
“YES. That’s all it was.”
“I see,” she said going back to a frown.
“Never speak of this again. It was a failure of etiquette. A mistake never to be repeated.”
But Viola wasn’t satisfied. She continued to question him and flirt, not getting the hint. Master Othlo eventually lost patience with her and banished her from private lessons.
But the mistake was in letting her still come to public sessions…
IV
Othlo watched in agony as Viola worked out right in front of him, performing stretches and martial arts moves, all the while wearing tight yoga pants which showed the good master everything—from her dynamite bubble cheeks to the outline of the V at the front of her legs.
He tried to ignore her obvious plea for attention.
“Okay class, today we’re going to discuss what ass…”
He stared down at Viola’s tight pants, so bunched up in the crotch area, and with just a dab of moisture—as if the woman was getting wet in class, just from hearing him talk.
“Uh…assuming your opponent’s style. Excuse me. I need a moment.”
He dismissed the rest of the class and grabbed Viola, taking her forcefully over to the side. “What are you doing?”
“I’m just following orders, Master.”
“The game is over. No more.”
“No more games. I’m just working out with the rest of the class. I can’t help it if your dirty mind is easily distracted.” She smiled and then walked back to join the class.
Images of the woman’s amazingly smackable ass invaded his mind. Try though he might to avoid thinking fleshly thoughts, Viola’s body was amazing. Not only dark black skin and a tight pair of cheeks but just the right smell, just the right internal temperature. He put his fingers in his mouth, in deep contemplation, and no doubt remembering the fine quality of her sexual juices.
He shook the dirty thoughts away. But just as he strengthened his resolve and returned to class there she was, stretching and bending over, giving him a better look of her pussy, ass and even her taint in between, as she stretched so far she showed the master everything.
He sighed softly, as he peered down to see an inconvenient erection developing in his pants. Evil energy was pumped through his body settling in his throbbing erection, which only grew stronger. Finally, he snapped and grabbed Viola by the arm again, taking her past the side stage and beyond the dressing room to his office.
He slammed the door behind them and pushed her down, bent over on his desk. He smacked her buttcheeks with a huge blow, giving her reason to cry out in ecstasy and agony. He put his mouth to her cheeks and kissed them through the hot pink spandex. He bit her ass and chomped, loving the scent and taste of Viola’s most forbidden body parts.
Othlo kept her pinned down to the desk with his firm hand and used the other one to grab a chunk of the spandex and pull. He tore the material open and ripped it down the middle exposing Viola’s scintillating ass. He lusted after her fine derriere so badly he just took his face to her buttcheeks and rubbed his lips on them.
He tore the pants further and then ripped them off her body completely, leaving her naked pussy and bush showing. Just his presence seemed to make her wet, as if her subconscious had already been fed commands on when to get aroused.
“You want to pressure me, slave? Try to tell me what to do?”
He smacked her ass cheek hard again, leaving her in groaning anticipation.
“Yes, Master.”
“You want me to fuck your pussy?”
“Yes!”
“No. You don’t tell me what to do. I decide punishments for you.”
“Please…punish me.”
He undid the drawstring on his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock, making her do a double take. She clenched her pussy lips together, readying for a tight squeeze.
But she was assuming too much. Instead of penetrating her wetness, he reached into her pussy walls and grabbed some natural lube. Then he stuck his lubed fingers into her anus prepping her for entry.
“Ohh! Master!”
“Shhh. Relax. I’m here with you. It will feel good. I promise.”
“Uh huh…please…please…fill me up…” she said in a throaty voice, still feeling hot from his anal probe.
He forced her back down to the desk again and raised her butt high into the air. Her anus was petite, dark black and all spread out for him. The good slave spread her cheeks apart giving her master sensei a good view of everything she had that was his for the taking. Even before he slid his massive cock inside she felt his imminence coming. He was so thick and so long and veiny she groaned just thinking about how he would feel. He finally penetrated her delicate hole and took his time.
He carefully inserted his long cockhead into her wet anus. He took it slow at first, instructing her to bear down and prepare to take him deep.
She did as she was told and concentrated on the feeling, flexing her pelvic and anal sphincter muscles letting him come inside deeper.
“OHhhh God!” she moaned, writhing on the desk and squirming her ass back and forth. Her hungry lover had already pushed more inches of cock into her asshole and was so deep it would be difficult to pull out quickly.
She controlled her breathing and began rhythmically pushing in and out from her anus and vagina, feeling those orgasmic waves come in.
“Ohhh fuck!” she said, finally feeling the pangs of orgasm coming over her, as he pussy began spasming because of indirect anal stimulation. “Ohhhh God, your cock is so deep…”
“What does that do?”
“MMMmm!” she hummed loudly, pounding the desk hard with her fists. “Mmmmm! Makes me so wet for you. So wet…”
She felt her pussy drenching again, all the while feeling his cock buried deep inside her warm butthole.
“What else?” he said, grabbing her by the hair.
“Awwhhhh!” she said, reaching over and throwing items off the desk in a frenzy. “Master…makes me…cum!”
“Take it deeper.”
“Ohhhh shit!” she cried out, holding the edge of the desk and sending her ass higher, giving him even more space to penetrate. “Ohh fuck my ass master!”
“Good slave. Good.”
“Ohhhh! Oh God you’re so deep. Fuck my hole!”
He increased the pace of his insertions and withdraws, fucking her faster and putting her lube to good use, by slipping inside her wet asshole and anal fucking her to nirvana.
“Yes! Yes! Ohhh Gawd I’m gonna cum!”
He shoved his cock in even deeper and reached the inner limits, sending her into a screaming fit and a full body shake. He literally felt her ass cum, judging by the deep inner quiver that bounced so powerfully both her pussy and ass felt the tremor. She drooled out of her mouth onto the desk and kept her mouth wide open in surrender, shaking in place as his manhood invaded her sacred orifice. He was buried so deep in her butthole she knew even if she pushed him out, he would take a long fucking journey just to pull himself out.
She came hard at the idea, jiggling her fleshy black ass for his amusement—that is until he spanked her cheeks hard, treating them like drums, as he continued fucking and pounding her every sensitive spot.
“Ohhh…Ohhhh that felt so good…” she said in a state of dizziness.
Othlo slowly pulled out of her ass, always mindful not to hurt her or be too harsh. His sexual quirk was dominance and his manner was stern to say the least. But he believed in safety and pleasure. Sex was the one discipline where regimen wasn’t the most important thing. Pleasure was the point, not just transcendence.
“Am I your little Black slut?” she asked with a tired and giddy smile.
But somehow the question upset him.
Othlo was just that way. Strong as
an ox, ruthless as a warrior but when it came time for character evaluation he had the shins of a little girl. Sensitive. Easily upset. Deep down that was the master’s darkest secret of all…he wanted to be admired, not feared. He hated the idea of insulting people or making them feel low. It was contrary to everything he taught.
And that’s when he realized he had to call it quits.
V
Othlo called Viola into his office, serious as can be.
“Uh oh,” she teased. Is this another spank-butt fucking session? I better get my stretchy pants out, dude. Er, Master.”
“No. At ease, my friend.”
“Friend?”
“The truth is, I have something important to say. Something hurtful.”
“What?” she said with folded arms.
“I’m ashamed at the way things have been happening between us.”
“Oh?”
“It’s not becoming of a gentleman like myself. Or the level of master I have achieved. I should be above that. I cannot be with you.”
“What?!”
“You know it is true.”
“How dare you!” Viola finally said, losing all role playing desire and melting away into her icy true nature. “What’s that supposed to mean, anyway? Superior to me?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Yeah, but I know what you meant. You think disciplining a Black girl is beneath you? That you deserve something special and better than what you’re getting? Screw all that. You know what? I’m done with all this here. This is the creepiest and most unprofessional cracker ass dojo I’ve ever fucking seen.”
“Wait…”
Othlo watched in heartache as Viola stormed out of the office, still fuming and muttering to herself. He thought it over and seemed confused. Then finally, a revelation occurred to him.
He ran outside to catch Viola before she left the parking lot. She entered her car from a distance and caught Othlo’s attention who quickly ran over to meet her.
“Hey!” he said, putting his hands on the car window and demanding she speak to him.
He was alarmed to see tears rolling down her face.
“Why…why Viola?”
“You know why.”
Othlo made a regretful face. “You know why this must end. I am the one who should be apologizing to you. I succumbed to my darkest temptations. I felt lust towards you. And I treated you like a slave. It was wrong. It was my failure.”
“What are you babbling on about?”
“When you used that word ‘slut’ I found it very offensive. But sometimes the reason we hate something so intently is because we fear something deep within our own dark desires. I was guilty of degrading you. Treating you like a slave and not a student. For this I apologize, Viola.”
“What?” She laughed in disbelief. “That’s what you think this is about? Role playing?” She shook her head and laughed. “No. Othlo, I’ve role played master and slave for most of my adult life. That shit doesn’t bother me at all. I just don’t see why you have to have a thing against Black women, that’s all.”
“Black women?” He shook his head in objection. “What are you talking about?”
“You said…above that level. I figured you meant because you weren’t attracted to Black girls.”
“Of course I love Black women. I always have. I’ve only ever seriously dated Black women.”
She raised her brow and laughed. “Really? So you do…find me…attractive?”
“Yes. Too much of a good thing. I can’t concentrate when I am in your presence. The way you stretch…you talk…the way your body presses next to mine. I cannot separate my fleshly desires from my strong discipline as a teacher. This is why I must back away. A master is not supposed to train a slave, but another master.”
“Whoa…me? I make you feel that helpless? Wow…” Viola blushed. “It feels good to be desired. To be seen as a woman, not just a sexy, desirable being. That’s why I liked the role play, Othlo. I wanted to feel submissive and ladylike. Not just another ball busting sista from the hood packing heat. Know what I mean?”
“And that is the problem, Viola-san. When I date a woman I want her to be strong. All the women I’ve loved have been women of great power and ambition. This is what I admire. What turns me on emotionally and intellectually. When I train my student, I train her to be strong, courageous and immovable. I don’t want to train you to ask permission to speak. I want you to conquer the world. To take what I know and improve upon it. That is what I owe you as a mentor, a trainer.”
“I see,” she said blankly. “So here I thought you just dissed Black girls and there you thought I was being an anti-feminist.” She laughed. “Well not to sound too Black or something but ain’t that some shit.”
“I really do like you, Viola. As a student, you have great potential. As a woman you are strong and determined. And as a lover, you feed my darkest obsessions. You satiate the demons inside me. You give me the entire world. But three heads cannot direct one body. It is a conflict of interest.”
“Hmmm,” Viola said. “Well how about a compromise, my master—strictly speaking of your mastership as a black belt fighter.” She laughed. “You fire me as a student. Maybe you send me a referral to Kerrigan or whatever his name is. But then…you take me on as a woman. A submissive Black geisha ready to do your bidding. And then…maybe when we go out in public you can treat me like a princess and spoil me just a little bit.”
“Hmm,” Othlo said with a calm smile. “I like your idea, my friend. Why would any woman choose one man when she can have three?”
Othlo and Viola kissed—a happy little make up kiss that put everything into perspective. Othlo was a stubborn and old fashioned thinker for sure. But maybe Viola would be the best thing that happened to him. She could teach him a thing or two about expanding his desires as teacher, lover and boyfriend and becoming a “master” level in each one.
THE END
Knocked Up by the Billionaire Bad Boy Street Racer
Chapter One
The roaring of the engines around him was only muffled slightly by the hum of his own idling engine. The black tinted windows of his vintage Dodge Charger hid Greyson’s face from the crowds, but everyone knew his reputation at the races.
He would win and he would take her home. It did not matter who “her” was, he would find someone with a tight little skirt and a giggly young voice, and they would rumble off down the street together.
He had dumped every penny possible into the car, just to ensure the win. Custom paint job, tinting on everything but the front windshield, emblems removed for that smooth exterior. And of course the engine modifications list was extensive and expensive. He had a particular mechanic that he liked, and he paid well for the services and for the discretion.
And these groupie girls just purred when he sidled up to them. It did not hurt that he was a few inches over six feet, with wavy dark hair, broad shoulders, tawny eyes, and a chiseled jawline that nearly always sported a few days of stubble. He had an easy grin and a charismatic way about himself that drew the girls in like moths to a naked lightbulb. More than one had been scorched by the heat.
As his race time approached, he relaxed back into the black leather seats and ran his fingers over the shifter that brushed his right knee. The worn knob felt smooth under his thumb and he grinned when he felt the engine vibrating through it. He was not overly concerned about the race itself. Because of the money he had dumped under the hood, he won nearly all of them. And everyone at the race site knew that it was lost money when you went up against the Black Behemoth.
He pulled up to the starting line and looked to his left. He was up against some Honda Civic that seemed to have more neon than all of Vegas. He started to roll his eyes but stopped when the flag girl caught his attention. She looked perhaps a day past her twenty-first birthday, and shook her blonde hair in the gentle summer breeze. Her young tanned figure was flawless and barely covered with a tiny white bikini. His coc
k twitched as she grinned at both drivers and tugged a red scarf from around her hips. She waved it in the air to get everyone’s attention and then dropped it dramatically.
Greyson was only slightly distracted by her firm and perky breasts, but his engine roared off the line as he stomped on the accelerator and jetted past her. His cock spurred him faster because he knew the sooner he won this last race of the night, the sooner he could have that little blonde bouncing around on top of his lap.
He whipped the car around the pylon at the end of the designated strip of road, and headed back to the finish line. The Honda was surprisingly close to him, but he loved a close race. What excitement would there be if he whipped them all too easily?
He could see the outline of her as he closed in on the win and had to fight the urge to adjust his swelling cock. He whipped past her and screeched to a halt only moments before the Honda but it was yet another win for the Charger.
He threw open the door and popped out for his victory hug from the scarf girl. She pressed herself firmly up against his muscled chest and he could tell this was already a done deal. His fingers wandered around her hip and gripped her nearly exposed ass tightly. She gasped softly but made no motions of pulling away.
With her clinging to his side, he made his way through the crowd to collect his cash from the Honda driver. The young man was dismayed to have lost to someone around thirty, but Greyson took his money with a smile that seemed to mollify his anger. Greyson gallantly escorted the young woman back to his car, and flashed a victory sign to the onlookers as he closed his own car door.
A few minutes after pulling away from the event, he was parking in a small apartment complex lot and letting her back out. They tumbled into the apartment with clothes flying in every direction. It was a fun but unremarkable affair, and he dozed off with a limp cock against one thigh and a sleepy blonde against one shoulder.