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Black Dom
By
Jan
Ivy is a classical dominant bitch from Nevada. She is very tall. She stands six-feet three in stocking feet. She is a very attractive woman too. She actually worked in the Las Vegas Tropicana Folies Bergere until she gained five pounds and could not lose it without resorting to bulimia. As her figure filled out she resorted to working off the strip in a strip joint that expected the girls to do lap dances for patrons where the John's pulled their cocks out and the dancers fucked them right there in the booths.
What can you say about a woman that has 40DD-34-44 measurements and still is not chubby? She has a natural golden hue flesh tone and beautiful chocolate brown areolas that are the diameter of tea saucers. Her hair is long and she takes very good care of it to make it as soft and relaxed as she can. Her hair has a natural reddish hue to the black color and her eyes are a shocking ski-blue color. She shaves her pubic area because she does not like the fact that her pubic hair has that tight nappy look of blacks. She does carry herself proudly and not afraid to wear five-inch heels.
One afternoon she stopped at a Great American Hamburger joint to get something to eat. The girl that waited on her was mesmerized by her height and good looks just as much as she was by her delicate beauty.
The waitress was a sweet looking little blue eyed blond that was barely five-feet tall. She was a perfectly proportioned size 2. Her hair was up and stuffed in a cap. So Ivy could not tell how long her hair was. She checked out the name tag, Carrie, and made sure she addressed her by name a couple of times to make sure she would remember it.
Carrie assumed she was a show girl and asked her what show she was in. Ivy didn't care to tell her she was working in a sleazy strip joint. She simply said that she used to work at the Tropicana. Carrie wanted to chat longer but could not do so without drawing the ire of the manager. Ivy asked her when she was off duty. Carrie told her the time she would get off work.
Ivy made a point of being there when Carrie got off work. When she came out the back door she got out of her car to draw her attention. How could Carrie miss a black woman standing 6-foot 8? She ran to greet her. She had removed her cap and her long blond hair was hanging almost down to her waist. She looked so young in her red and white stripped short dress with the white apron.
Ivy invited her to take a ride with her. Carrie agreed and ran around the car to get in the passenger side. Ivy was driving a silver BMW coupe. That way her air-conditioner could keep the car cool. She only had a few hours before she would have to be at work but she wanted to get to know this innocent looking girl.
She drove to a private golf course and parked on the north side of some trees for the shade. She wanted to know all about this girl. If she were to guess she would have guessed that she was a Mormon girl. Sure enough when Carrie started talking about herself she found out that she was a member of the Latter Day Saints from Cider City, Utah.
Ivy asked her if she minded if she smoked and Carrie didn't object at all so she lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag before blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. When she offered to let Carrie try it Carrie coughed uncontrollably for awhile. Ivy rolled down her window and tossed her cigarette out. She had to get to work soon so Carrie told her where she lived north of 'Old Town' with a group of her fellow Mormon girls.
Like so many girls living way from the supervision of their parents these girls didn't pick up after themselves so the place was cluttered with discarded clothes, beds unmade and unwashed dishes in the sink. Some of them still dressed like they had been taught. Dresses down to the ankle, arms covered, collars high and hair up or braded. They quoted from the book constantly. Others rebelled against the restrictions they had been taught.
Carrie was not about to tell her roommates about the black woman she was seeing because regardless of current teachings they still did not believe blacks were worthy of the word of the prophets.
They both had Wednesdays and Thursdays off from work. That allowed them to visit places Carrie had never seen like the Hoover Dam, south rim of the Grand Canyon and Indian reservations. Eventually Ivy told Carrie that she was a lesbian and how much she wanted to make love to her.
Carrie struggled with that revelation for a few days before she reasoned that if she were to try lesbian sex and decided it was not for her no one need ever know. She agreed to spend a couple of days with Ivy.
When she arrived at Ivy's apartment and the door was opened she was greeted by Ivy in a dark see-through negligee. She knew Ivy had a great body but had never seen what she looked like naked before. The areolas were as large as tea saucers and they were the color of dark chocolate. She could see that her pussy was shaved clean. She assumed that was because of being a stripper.
Ivy led her to a love seat and sat down next to her. She was nervous and lit up a cigarette. Carrie was used to her smoking by that time. She was ready to try smoking again. Ivy held it to her lips to allow her to take a drag. After a few tries she was able to take the smoke into her lungs without coughing.
This time when they kissed Carrie didn't object to the smell and taste in Ivy's mouth. Ivy wrapped her arm around the delicate body of her guest as she kissed her. While she was probing Carrie's mouth she slipped her big hand into Carrie's blouse and inside her bra to cup her sweet little 34B tit.
Carrie held her breath while this Amazon felt her tit. It was not like the rough groupings of teenaged boys. This was a gentle and very warm feeling as her flesh was kneaded gently. She did not resist when Ivy removed her clothes.
When Ivy had her as naked as the day she had been born she admired the body of her little friend. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and the pinkish areolas were like little tits on top of her creamy white tits. Her blond pubic hairs were so fine and delicate that from a short distance it was almost invisible.
It was her goal to make Carrie's first lesbian encounter so pleasant that she would be hooked on sex for the rest of her life. She was still hugging her while she reamed her ear with her tongue before licking her way down her neck to replace her hands with her mouth. She sucked on the flesh and nipples until Carrie's nipples hurt from the touch. It was only when Carrie tried to push her big head away from her tits that she slipped to the floor in front of her and licked her way down the creamy skin to her navel and on down to the thin hairs. She parted Carrie's legs and placed them over her shoulders.
When Ivy placed her mouth on Carrie's pussy, the girl laced her fingers through Ivy's hair and gripped it as she felt the big pink tongue probing her opening. She could not believe the feeling she felt when her tongue touched her little clit. When Ivy centered in on her virgin pussy, she started having little climaxes that continued to build until she came. She was quivering like someone suffering from hypothermia. She actually blacked out for a short time but she had no way of knowing how long she had been out. When she recovered, Ivy helped her to her feet and led her to her bedroom.
Carrie had never seen a bedroom like Ivy's. The walls were dark red and the silk bedspread was a pinkish purple. Everything was gold and the deep rug was dark purple. Carrie had never imagined anything like this before. She allowed Ivy to pick her up like a child and place her in the middle of the bed before she removed her negligee and stood there allowing the girl to take in all of her Amazon beauty.
That is just what Carrie thought she looked like. She could picture her dressed like a Greek Goddess in bronze armor. She thought it was a crime to hide those beautiful tits behind clothes though. When Ivy parted her legs a little Carrie could see that her labia were the same chocolate color as her areolas. She didn't know what they were called and she had never seen a clit sticking out from under the labia like that.
Ivy mounted the bed and started kissing Carrie again. This time Carrie could actually taste the acrid juices of her own pussy on the face of her Amazon lover. She had never imagined anything so erotic before.
Ivy deliberately did not try to force her to do anything to her for fear of turning Carrie off.
Carrie was curious to find out what the big brown tits felt like and placed her hands on both of them while she was still tasting her own pussy on the face of Ivy. Her breasts were big and firm to her touch. The nipples sprang back like rubber when she bent them this way and that. She sucked on them for the longest time before she actually smelled the aroma emitted by Ivy's pussy.
She had never smelled anything like it before. It was a combination of an acrid urine smell and a sweetness she could not put a name to. She worked her way down Ivy's body until she was lying between those magnificent thighs. She had never dreamed of actually kissing a pussy before but at that moment she could not have stopped even if her parents were watching. She found that she could actually suck on her clit like it was a little prick. She sucked on Ivy's pussy until she felt her climax and she tasted the juices leaking out of her pussy.
They made love several times that night and the next day. When Ivy was comfortable that Carrie was educated in the way of lesbian sex, she started showing her the ways she liked to dominate other women. She showed Carrie her collection of items she liked to use when she was dominating her submissive women or girls. There was a variety of platform boots. Some were like riding boots, others laced almost up to her crotch. Most of her boots were black but some were red. There were corsets in leather with built in push up bras, leather garter belts, halter tops that allowed her to expose her nipples and most of her tits. She also had leather dog collars for her sex slaves. There was a variety of objects to amuse them with.
Carrie had never seen anything like them before but she found them very sexually arousing. She was not ready to try them that weekend. She had to think about it for awhile first. The next time they spent a weekend together, she was willing to try out some of the things. Ivy put on her sexy black boots that came up as high as nylons would have reached. Then she put on one of her leather corsets called a merry widow because of the stays sewn into it that made it impossible to bend over at the waist. The corset did nothing to hide her big tits. She even applied a little lipstick to her areolas to make them look sexier.
Ivy placed a collar around Carrie's neck that locked in place with a chrome heart shaped lock. She attached a leash and made Carrie kneel in front of her and suck her pussy. She made Carrie lick her asshole. That came as a shock to her but after she started she did not stop until Ivy pushed her away. When Ivy was satisfied that Carrie was properly trained she invited her to spend their days off at a cove on Lake Mead with her.
When Ivy got off work on Wednesday morning she picked up Carrie and she drove them past Henderson to a private gated cove that was hidden from the road. As soon as they got to the cabin they unloaded the car and settled in. They took off their clothes and put on bikinis before they took a stroll down to the lake. Ivy could not resist placing her left hand on Carrie's butt and slipping her long fingers between the cheeks of her ass. She slipped the string of the bikini bottom aside and tickled her asshole.
Not to be outdone Carrie placed her right hand on Ivy's big brown ass and dug her fingers into her chocolate colored asshole. They stopped now and then to kiss as they watched the sun coming up in the east. Even that early in the morning it was warm enough that the cool lake water felt good as they waded knee deep in water. Ivy stuck her big tongue deep into Carrie's mouth. Then she grasped one of her tits.
They lost their balance and fell into the water. When they sat up they laughed before they removed their tops and started kissing all over again. Ivy untied the bikini bottom on one hip to expose her pussy. Then she placed her hand on the back of Carrie's head and pulled her head down between her legs and forced her to stick her tongue into her big brown cunt.
Carrie held her breath as long as she could but she didn't want to stop pleasing her mistress. Eventually she had to breathe but her head was being held under water. When she opened her mouth to take in air, water rushed down her throat and she choked as a gag reflex. Ivy pulled her head up and slapped her on the back to make her breathe. When she stopped coughing, Ivy placed her mouth over Carrie's and blew the air in her lungs right into Carrie's lungs. When Carrie surrendered and allowed her lungs to be filled with the air from Ivy's lungs she felt a chill as if her life was totally in the hands of the stronger woman. Ivy picked her up like she was a child and carried her to the water's edge and placed her on the damp sand and sat down next to her with the bottom of her bikini dangling from one leg. She removed Carrie's bikini top and bottom.
Carrie felt so exposed outdoors totally naked. She had never worn a bikini before and that had been embarrassing enough. She looked around as if expecting to see someone watching them. Ivy had told her it was a private beach but she had a hard time accepting that. It never dawned on her that it would be more likely that a boat on the lake would pass the cove.
When Ivy had her totally naked she wrapped her left arm around her body and while Carrie tilted her head back she kissed her hard and used her right hand to squeeze her left tit. She stuck her tongue in Carrie's mouth while she reached down and ran her fingers gently up and down her pubic mound feeling the fine hairs slip through her fingers before she slipped her middle finger between the folds of her labia. She gently toyed with the little clit and felt Carrie hold her breath because she was still new to having someone masturbate her. It was so sexually stimulating that she was quivering from head to toe.
Ivy broke the kiss and leaned over and spread Carrie's legs a little more so that she could place her head between her small girlfriend's legs and smell her pussy. The water had soaked both of them good and Carrie smelled very clean. She licked the damp hairs on her pussy, until her tongue worked its way into the opening of her pussy and she found her little clit. What had started out as a gentle stimulation became a frantic race to make her cum. Carrie could not believe the feelings Ivy was arousing in her. When her climax subsided she felt as weak as a baby. When she opened her eyes Ivy carried her back to the cabin.
When they were inside Carrie felt a little better about not being exposed in public. Ivy retrieved a canvas bag she had brought along and showed Carrie her toys. She picked up an item and showed it to her young guest. She held it up and asked Carrie if she knew what it was.
Carrie didn't have a clue what the object was. Ivy stroked the pink latex object that looked like a potato masher used in a conical strainer with a bleached horse hair tail about three feet long. Ivy held the object by the tail and slapped the rubber object in the palm of her other hand. "I always wanted a palomino pony as a child. Today you are going to be my pony."
Carrie suddenly understood what the object was going to be used for. She watched as Ivy greased up the butt plug. When Ivy was satisfied that it was greasy enough she approached Carrie and while she bent over to kiss her again she reached around her small body and stuck a greasy finger into her asshole and wiggled her finger around. Then she aimed the plug at the tiny pink asshole and forced it into the girl's butt. The sphincter resisted the invasion of the foreign object but stretched out to accommodate the thing. When the widest part entered, the sphincter closed in around the tapered base. That left the tail dangling between her legs. The pain of the object in her butt brought tears to Carrie's eyes.
Ivy announced that all well trained ponies had fancy bridles and pulled out a leather bridle designed to be strapped around a human head. In the place where a horse would have a metal bit was a red rubber ball that would fill Carrie's mouth. Ivy slipped the harness over Carrie's head and forced the boll into her mouth before buckling it tightly to her head. She flipped the reins over her head. She pulled Carrie's blond hair out from under the bridle and draped it over her right shoulder.
While Carrie watched, Ivy sat down and put on her boots and one of her leather corsets. She was assuming her role as a dominatrix as if her size was not intimidating enough. She selected a cigar and removed the cellophane from it. She smelled it and rolled it between her fingers. While she was standing behind Carrie she reached around her body and stuck the butt end up Carrie's pussy and rolled it around to moisten it. When she was satisfied that it was moist enough she pulled it out of her cunt and smelled it again. Then she put it in her mouth and lit it with a wooden match. She blew the smoke in Carrie's face.
While she was holding the cigar in her mouth she picked up a riding crop and flicked Carrie's butt. The moment she did that a red angry mark appeared on her ass. While she held the reins she made Carrie trot around the room. When she allowed Carrie to rest she made her get down on all fours. There was no way the tiny girl could support the full weight of Ivy's body but Ivy did straddle her body and sit on her ass. Just in case Carrie had forgotten about the plug in her ass, Ivy reached behind her and pushed and pulled on the tail enough to make Carrie's sphincter stretch a little.
Carrie had never been treated like that before but she had surrendered her body to her love and was willing to endure anything to please her. She knew her reward would be the most satisfying sex she would ever feel. When Ivy removed the bridle her jaw hurt from being held open for so long. When the tail plug was pulled out there was not only the pain, she felt emptiness. Her asshole was swollen and purple looking. It was gaping open.
Ivy leaned over and blew some of her cigar smoke into the hole. When she lifted her head the smoke drifted out of the opening.
Ivy sat on the edge of a chair and placed two fingers on either side of her vulva and told Carrie, "Come and get it!"
Carrie crawled to her and sucked on her labia while she moved her head up and down. When she smashed her face against the wet pussy she found her nose being rubbed against that inflamed clit while her tongue sought out the opening to her vagina. She sucked, licked and blew air into the opening until Ivy wrapped her legs around her head to lock her head in place and quivered through a satisfying climax.
By the time they had to return to Las Vegas, Carrie had endured all manner of sexual abuse and become Ivy's sex slave. She moved in with Ivy and virtually became her wife in every way. She cooked and cleaned for her and her reward was the most mind blowing sex any girl had ever had.
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