I swallowed, the collar feeling heavy around my neck as I knelt before her. "Do you know who I am?" Her voice had a certain breathless energy to it; I simply nodded. Her fingers hooked into my collar, pulling me forward by it, towards her sex. She was naked above me, as she pressed my face into her lower lips, forcing me to give that kind of lewd kiss. "I am the great Moord Nag, African warlord," she told me. "From today forward, you are my slave."
Her fingers dug into my scalp with excitement as I started to lick at her sex, tongue flicking up and down. "That's a good slave," she breathed out, delight practically radiating from each and every word, her body twitching as I kept licking away at her salty sex. "Oh, yes, you're going to be very good as a sex slave."
I could only muffle out a "yes, Mistress," making her moan in pleasure.
She yanked me off her cunt then, staring down at me with wild-eyed lust. "Lie down on the bed," she ordered, and I obediently did so, flopping onto my back, my naked body feeling deeply exposed as she clambered up onto me. Her thighs pressed against either side of my face, and she simply slid herself back down onto me, groaning as I got back to eating her out. "All you are from today forward is a sex slave, you understand that?" She asked, both hands reaching down for my head, grinding me into her cunt. I did my best to nod against her grip, to reaffirm that I understood my new position in life.
My hands reached up for her thighs, squeezing them subtly as I got more enthusiastic with my mouth. My tongue licked and flicked against her clit, making her shiver in response, her breathing becoming more intense as her dark skin gradually began to shine with sweat. "That's it, that's, nnn, that's it, I'm your mistress now, I'm your owner now, you're just a slave, a breeding bull," she panted, her hips starting to really grind against my face, her expression becoming intensely ecstatic as one last flick of my tongue sent her over the edge.
She cast her head back, moaning in delight and pleasure, her whole body twisting and writhing atop me, her breathing erratic, belabored. I could practically hear her heart thundering in my ears, as her thighs clamped against my face, her wet juices spilling out, drenching my face with the signs of her base, carnal desire, while she just quivered and jerked, making a few finaly, frantic thrusts at my face, as if there was nothing left to do but this. Her fingers clung to my face, her voice erratic and needy as she spoke. "That's it, that's it, eat my black pussy, white boy, this is, this is, annng," she moaned, as her body finally fell lax atop me, panting, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked down at me with wet, lust-filled eyes.
Her gaze was hazy as she finally peeled herself off my face, her fingers reaching down for my chin, a little twitch betraying the fact she didn't want to touch her own juices. "You're my slave from now on. That's what I'll call you. Forget your name, because from today on, it will just be 'slave,' understand?" I nodded, half because she forced me to, half of my own free will. My cock twitched as she started to slide down my body, fingers brushing along my bare skin with obvious delight, perhaps enjoying the contrast between her dark skin and my own lighter shade as much as I enjoyed the reverse.
Soon enough, she was right above my hard cock, my cockhead teasing at her lower lips - and then she paused, a wicked smirk appearing on her lips. "No, this isn't good enough for me, slave," she said. "I need to really get it through your skull just what you are from today forward." She shifted on the bed, grasping my thighs, tilting them slowly upward. "Hold your ankles," she ordered, as they came only a foot or so from my head; I obeyed, and she took in a shuddering breath, deeply aroused by the sight, eyes twinkling. Her hand then went to my cock, stroking it, her breathing becoming increasingly erratic as she did so. It was obvious that she was really, really getting off on this, having me in that position, her pink tongue flashing out across her dark lips before she slid herself up into position, starting to fuck me in that pose, my body twisted up awkwardly as her sex slid down my length.
She shuddered in pleasure at the mere feeling of my cock inside her, her eyelashes fluttering, a look of half-crazed delight on her face as she took me to the base. Her eyes rolled around, ran down to me, ran across my body - drank me in, in short, sliding across bare skin. Her hands reached forward, brushing across my bare stomach. "Yes, I think you're going to be my favorite new slave... for as long as that lasts," she said, with a wicked, vicious, vindictive smirk. "If you're very good, maybe it'll last a while - perhaps even a year, before I move on to someone younger and more attractive."
I pumped up into her as best I could in that position, an instinctive, base reaction, making her jerk in surprise and pleasure, eyes widening. "I'll be good," I said, pleading with her with my eyes, making her sex clamp down on my cock. "I'll be a good boy for you, Mistress."
She slapped me, then. It stung, the sharp and sudden movement, but I tried not to let it show. The look on her face said she'd gotten off on that, and complaining could only hurt. "You'll be a good slave for me," she told me, her finger prodding my sternum accusatorily. "Say it again, but right this time," she continued, her pace atop me beginning to speed up as she exulted in the sense of power.
"I'll be a good slave for you, Mistress. I'll never disobey you. I'll let you fuck and use me however you want. I'll be your personal human meat dildo, your fuckdoll, the toy you shove in your cunt when you're bored and want to come." She moaned at that point, coming, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as pleasure rushed through her whole body. Her head cast back, a wet note to her voice as she let out a long, delighted moan. "I belong to you, totally and completely, I'm nothing more than your property from this day forward," I declared, making her thighs wobble around my hips, her wet sex dripping and drooling down onto my cock. "What do you want me to do next, Mistress?" I asked, as she slowly recovered, eyelashes fluttering.
"Impregnate me," she said, starting to pump on my cock. "I'll have the child and make you raise it, you understand, slave? You're going to become a breeder for me, your sole purpose in life to give me children, to raise those same children," she explained, her eyes wild. "Every woman wishes they could make a man do what I'm going to do to you - the difference between me and them is that I can." Her lips curled up in a wicked smile as she took a firm grip on my thighs and started to roughly slam herself up and down my cock. There was no sense or restraint left in her expression, now, just the raw, unadulterated lust of a woman who knew she could get away with anything.
"I'm the one who rules this kingdom, a self-made monarch. You're nothing but a sexy breeder I'm going to use like so much meat," she explained, and I simply nodded in acquiescence, accepting her characterization. "That's it, I can feel your cock twitching inside me. White boys like you were born to fuck hot black cunts like mine, weren't they?" I nodded again; she gave my ass a quick swat. "Speak up, slave," she commanded.
"Yes! I was born to be your slave," I told her, staring up at her as if she were the object of my worship - or as best I could feign. "I'm nothing but your white breeding slave, Mistress. Even my name doesn't matter."
"That's right," she said, giving my ass another swat as she fucked me, a hot pant escaping her throat, clearly delighting in the opportunity to indulge in that kind of sadism. "You're being raped, and you don't even care, do you?" Her fingers slid along my bare chest, and I could see the sadistic glint in her eye, the desire that I would care, that it would terrify me to be made the slave of a woman. "Don't you have a girlfriend you're loyal to, slave? Or are you as disloyal as your cock?"
I groaned as she held herself down on my length, putting her vaginal muscles to good use, clamping down hard on my cock and just squeezing tight. Her grin was vindictive, all but ordering me to complain, to beg for mercy. I let out a hot pant and swallowed, trying to gather my voice, even as I kept up that same position and succumbed to the intense stimulation she put me under. "I... I would rather, nuh, not be, your slave, b-but, I don't have, much choi~ice," I groaned as I felt myself start to explode, coming as my hips bucked, my hot cum spraying out inside her.
"That's right, you don't," she breathed out, her fingers sliding along my legs softly, more seductively, as she felt me unload inside her. I put my power to good use a moment later, dragging on her power and pushing it back in, sending waves of pleasure through her body and forcing her to join me in orgasmic ecstasy. Her wet sex slobbered freely all over my cock, and she went cross-eyed as she came, hard, atop me. Every inch of her shivered, her nipples perky and hard with arousal, pitch black nubs on already ebony-dark skin as she lightly shone in the light of the room.
When I was completely spent, she popped off me, taking a long few breaths of her own. "Fuck, I keep forgetting how strong your power can be. Thanks for not using it 'til the end, slut." She twisted a little, cracking out some muscles. "You can put down your legs," she added, with a glint to her eye. "You look really sexy with a collar," she added, her fingers tracing out the black fabric.
"I'm fine with doing roleplay like this again, Sophia," I told her, reaching for her ass cheek and just digging into the tough muscles down there. She let out a soft sigh.
"Really? I was kinda worried you'd feel like I was going too far, especially after what happened with that Asian bitch."
"I told you, that shit's water off a baby duck's back," I told her, pulling her closer to me, until she was practically laying atop me, dark hair sliding around my bare skin as she came to rest. "I like seeing you excited like that."
"Yeah?" She licked her lips, eyeing me up as she twisted around to start straddling me once more. One finger hooked into my collar, tugging on it gently as she started to rub her slit against my cock, causing me to rapidly grow hard again. "There is one other thing I wanted to do... slave," she said, grinning as my cock twitched. "You like that? Like being my slave?" I nodded, and she yanked me up by the collar, making me let out a small gasp of surprise as she pulled me into a powerful, frantic, hungry kiss, her tongue slithering deep inside my mouth. Her free hand grasped my length, pushing me inside her once again, and she moaned softly into my mouth at my sudden entrance.
The ensuing sex was intense. Not something I'd want every day, but by the way that Sophia writhed atop me, pressing her naked body into mine, her fingers sliding and scraping across bare skin this way and that as she made out with me - well, it seemed like we were of two separate minds on the matter. I was perfectly content to leave her utterly satisfied for the day, though.
