Rough Love - a Valentine's Day Interracial Tale
By D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com
I'm tucked into your side in the huge bed, the lights dimmed but not quite pitch dark, running my hands over your hairy black body, breathing in your masculine African scent. We're staying for Valentine's Day at a Sybaris* hotel in the Chicago area, a room replete with its own hot tub and a mirror over the bed. After an exhausting but scintillating couple hours of hard sex, you collapsed into the sweat-dampened sheets, content to doze while I curled in next to you. I too, soon found myself in a sleepy, dream-like state, surrounded by and always aware of your commanding presence.
I awaken an hour later, now swiveled with my back to you, to the feeling of your brawny hands gently kneading my buns, stroking the backs of my thighs. I groan a little, loving the feeling of you touching me so possessively; I love being made to know that I'm yours.
I hear your low growl in my ear. "You awake, boi?" I can sense your horniness and I can only assume you are already mostly hard. I reach back behind me, feeling for you and immediately feel my King's scepter at full mast.
I answer you dutifully, in the demure tone you like me to use when addressing you. I heighten the pitch of my voice just a touch and make certain that I am respectful at all times to you. "Mmmm, yes Daddy." I giggle a bit as I stroke your manhood. "How do you want me Sir?"
"Just like that, faggot. Hand me the bottle of lube." I immediately comply and reach over to grab the JO System Anal Lube; my personal favorite. You don't care what brand it is, as long as it works. You snag it from my hand and I can hear you pouring some into your hand and squishing it around. Without warning, your fingers push into me, first one, then two, followed by a third fat digit. I'm still wet from our previous coupling but my hole has snapped back to its prior tightness. I grunt as you finger me with expert precision, scissoring and thrusting, the touch of a daddy who knows how to work up a boi pussy. Soon your dexterous digits have me moaning loudly, arching my back into you, mewling like a bitch in heat.
"Oooohhh, Daddy! Just??like??that?..ohhhhh! Fuck! Yes! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck your white faggot bitch!" I'm practically babbling the words, choking them out brokenly, unable to withstand the power of your royal African sexuality. Your breath is on my neck, your voice in my head. You chuckle at my response to you, knowing I am fully yours.
Again, you growl into my ear, your complete control of the situation evident. "Open up for me, boi. Just relax for Daddy. That's all you gotta do, is relax and I'll take care of the rest." You say the words as if it's just that simple; as if to relax my sphincter and open up my rectum to your ten inch long by seven inch around cock is easy as apple pie. My body knows it will be difficult but my brain is so wrapped up in obeying you, so susceptible to your words and mind manipulations that I don't even care. I know it will hurt and yet I desire that pain, that torment that comes when your black cockhead penetrates my snug nether lips and we slide together into that blinding sensual haze that only lovers know.
"Yes, Daddy." I answer simply and with my usual timidity, safe in the knowledge that you are in total command of my body, my thoughts and my emotions. You lead, I follow. You top, I bottom. That is how our relationship operates. Pure, primal, animalistic. The way beasts have mated for millennia.
You rumble out approvingly of my acquiescence, quickly moving to the task at hand. I feel you pull out your beefy fingers with a loud squelching sound and then hear you stroking the lube up and down your shaft. "Here I come for your hole, boi." You state the words in your customary low growl, matter-of-factly; there is no room for argument on my part. Your tip presses into my unprotected entrance, the heat lurking just inside making you even harder, if possible. My own little boner is stiff as well; the act of submitting to you arouses me endlessly.
I feel my pussy lips flare outward as I open for you and we both moan as you begin your first conquering poke. I cry out, a high-pitched wail escaping my throat as I feel you pushing inward with slow insistence. "Ahhhh?..ohhhhh! Fuck yes Daddy! Take your boi's pussy Daddy! This pussy is YOOOOUUUURRRRSSSSS!" My voice reaches another octave as you spike upward hard, claiming my chute with half of your cock.
"I know it is, bitch! This pussy always been mine, you just didn't know it before you met me! But Daddy's home now, boi. Daddy's all?..the??way??ahhh?..hoooome!" I feel you drive in hard again as I open for your intimate invasion, my pussy acting like a hungry mouth, devouring you entirely. I pound back against you, raw need taking over my actions, loving the feel of you filling me to the brim. I'm now seeking out the pain, intense though it may be; it tells me I'm fully alive.
I turn my head towards you and you capture my chin in your lube-soaked hand, turning my head and thrusting your tongue into my mouth with an aggression that takes my breath away. Your kiss is so strong I can feel my lips bruising but I return it with equal eagerness. As we continue with our forceful Frenching, your hand creeps down to my nipples, twisting and pulling on the rapidly hardening teats, clenching and rolling them in an unforgiving pinch.
You break apart from the kiss to speak. "You're a good white boi. Gotta?.tell you that. You are a really?..good?.white. Hard to?.find a bitch?..like you." You are breathing hard now, somewhat gasping out your words as you feel me begin to work my channel around your cock, the slimy inner flesh undulating around you, like a tight swelling nest of wetness and heat.
I look deep into your dark eyes, and I know you speak the truth to me. There is no bullshit with you. In your way, you are telling me how much I mean to you and it makes me smile even as I clench around your probing manhood. "Daddy?.love you too." I jokingly bat my eyelashes at you with an accompanying giggle and then venture a question. "Daddy?.may I jerk my clitty? I'm so fucking hard!"
You return my look with a hard gaze that somehow softens for just a second; or maybe it's just my imagination. "You may, boi. Jerk your clitty slow though. Don't want you cumming too soon?.before I'm ready to breed your pussy."
With that I reach down to my dicklet and moan out long and low as you take charge from behind me. I stroke on my boi clitty, being careful not to get too aroused and let things get away from me. It is difficult though as your forceful perseverance has culminated in you hammering into my tushy hole with a relentless zeal. Our kiss grows deeper until we are practically eating each other's faces, the passion overwhelming both of us.
A few seconds later I feel your fingers detach from my tits and you smack me hard on the buns with your now free hand. Several more slaps, each one harder than the last, follow. I love (and hate) the spankings, but they certainly work to get me revved up. I'm pressed with my back up against your hairy belly, pushing my ass into you on each of your inward thrusts. It feels like your cock is in my stomach, you're so long. I'm moaning incoherently, now just a mindless bitch in heat, in the throes of a sexual and emotional craze. I love being taken hard and rough, just like this and you know it. Fierce sex is certainly something you are adept at.
"Daddy's getting?.close now, boi. Really?..fucking??close." You groan out the words, barely able to form full sentences through clenched teeth. And then the words that make me go apeshit: "Want me to...cum... inside you boi? You want me?..to make?..you??.pregnant bitch? Want?..your?..Daddy to put?.a baby?..inside you?" I practically scream out as I stroke my tiny boi prick furiously, needing desperately to reach orgasm, wantonly desiring to go to that miraculous place I go whenever I cum around your cock. "YEEESSSSS DADDY! CUM INSIDE ME! BREED ME! FUCKING MAKE YOUR BOI PREGNANT! PUT AN AFRICAN BABY IN MY WHITE PUSSY!"
With that, I cum hard, jacking frantically as sperm shoots in ropey strands from my clit tip while my hole convulses around your big dick. Our hands move to find each other and our fingers lace together, entwining like lovers and within seconds, you follow me into bliss, burying your massive tool to the base in my accepting tush, groaning out your climax as you inject your manly essence deep into my bowels.
Minutes later, I'm still shaking a little, recovering from a world shattering orgasm, covered in a sheen of our sweat. You are still inside me, as is your right and I can feel you beginning to soften now, your breathing coming back to normal. We lay in silence for some time and then I slowly turn my head to look at you. You open your eyes to stare back at me. I speak to you, shyly. "Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy." I say it with utter sincerity, a soft smile playing on my mouth. You chuckle, returning a slight smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, boi?."
And then the sleep of the sated falls over us both??
*Author note: Sybaris is an actual hotel chain based in the Chicago area, specializing in romantic getaways for couples. I have never actually stayed at one, but some research finds that they appear to be gay friendly. They look really nice. This is not an ad for them, just an explanation.