Black Lesbian Mistress Senta
Redhead, Lesbians, Girl-on-girl, College Girls lesbian sex story
|
Senta, my gorgeous black Mistress, stands behind me as I write this. She is wearing shiny black rubber thighs boots, with lethally spiked heels, and a matching miniature dress that fits her slender body like a glove. She rests her long, thin riding whip on my right shoulder. If a word of my story displeases her, my ass will suffer.
Outwardly, Senta and I are just another average middle-class couple. We are both in our early thirties. In public, Senta is a picture of the perfect wife, blindly devoted to her successful husband. But behind closed doors, I am her slave. Instead of a suit, I wear panties and an apron. While Senta lounges idly about the house, whip ever close to hand, I do the cooking and all the other menial domestic tasks. My work is always inspected afterwards. If she is dissatisfied, she will pull down my panties and thrash my ass the color of sunburn.
Spanking me is one of her pet pleasures. Whenever she feels the urge, she puts me over her knee, panties around my ankles and slaps me with her open palm until my buns are well and truly toasted. Afterwards, she sits back and spreads her thighs. Spanking me always excites her. She commands me to lick her pussy.
Burying my face between her silky thighs, I kiss the pouting lips of her shaven slit. She moans softly as I lap at her honey hole, slurping the generously flowing juices. I suck on the little hard-on of her clitoris, bringing her slowly to climax.
When she has been sated by my well-trained tongue, she pushes me away. Sometimes, she permits me to fuck her, but only after I have groveled for the privilege. If she is feeling nasty, she will send me to the bathroom, to relieve myself with my right hand.
I did not become Senta's slave until after we were married. Before that, I was an unadventurous lover, happy to let her dictate our routine sex life.
On the first night of our Parisian honeymoon, we showered together. Seeing Senta's dark skinned body, dripping wet under the gushing water, stoked my lust to fever pitch. I grabbed her, crushing my wet body against hers. I wanted to fuck her, right there in the shower. But she shocked me by pushing me away and telling me, in a shockingly stern voice, to wait until she was good and ready.
Ten minutes later, she called out for me to join her in the bedroom. When I arrived, I almost fainted with shock. My beautiful bride was dressed in stiletto-heeled shoes, white silk stockings, suspenders and a laced up red leather basque. In her right fist, she gripped a cat o' nine tails.
"Kneel before your Mistress!" she snarled.
I obeyed instantly, stunned by her look and razor sharp tone.
"You may sniff my pussy," she said. "But don't you dare touch me, without my permission."
As I raised my nose to her exposed treasure and inhaled her exotic musk, she seized a tuft of my hair.
"From this moment on, you are my slave," she told me. "You never touch me without my permission, or demand anything from me. I've been thinking about this for a long time and I've decided I must take complete control over you, if you are ever to satisfy me as a lover. Any objections?"
Slave! I thought incredulously.
"No," I replied, weakly.
"Kiss my feet," she commanded. "Then, I may let you lick my pussy."
I slipped off her right shoe and lovingly kissed the stockinged foot. I did the same with the left, stunned that this act of subservience was exciting me. Afterwards, Senta lay back on the bed and spread the folds of her mouthwatering pussy.
"Eat me, slave."
Crouched between her thighs, I feasted like a hog on her hot, soaking hole. When she had had enough, she laid me on my back and guided my stiff cock into her slick canal. As she impaled herself on my full seven inches, she warned me to lie completely still and not cum until I was given permission.
I gripped the bedposts with both hands, willing myself not to thrust upwards. Stiletto heels digging into the sheets, fingernails painfully gouging my thighs, she rode my shaft hard and fast. I had never known her so turned on. She shrieked and cursed, her body straining against the tight basque. I tried valiantly, but could not stop the climax that boiled up inside me.
"I'm cumming!" I gasped.
She warned me to hold back, but it was too late. I blasted my load deep into her, my body quaking with the intensity of my release.
Senta was not pleased that I had disobeyed her. She picked the cat o' nine tails up off the bed and squatted over my face, her legs spread wide. Semen foamed at her pussy lips.
"Lick your cum out of me," she commanded.
I balked, disgusted by the idea.
"Do what I tell you, slave!" she snarled.
I felt the sting of the nine-tailed whip across my thighs. She repeated the command and lashed me again. It took a further four lashes to persuade me to plunge my tongue into her slash. The slimy cocktail of cum and love honey did not taste nearly as bad as I had feared.
As soon as we were back home, Senta let me know exactly what being her slave entailed. My role was that of domestic dogsbody, with no more rights than the toilet seat. I offered no argument. Self-respect was a sacrifice worth making for such a beautiful wife. But when she handed me my uniform of apron and panties, I exploded with indignation. No way was I going to dress like a maid!
Senta knocked me to the floor and sat on my chest.
"You are my slave," she reminded me. "As such, your role is to obey, not to question."
"But, Senta, darling.........!" I began.
"You call me Mistress," she snapped. "Or have you forgotten already?"
"Sorry, Mistress," I whimpered.
"You will be, asshole, unless you put those things on and get to work," she warned.
I put on my uniform and sulkingly submitted to my duties. It took me some time to realize that playing the role of maid was a peculiar turn-on. But even if I had despised it, I would not have rebelled and risked losing Senta.
For twelve blissful months, I served her selflessly - becoming the perfect servant and lover, devoted only to her pleasure. I could never have dreamed that being completely dominated by a woman could be such a joyful existence. Until I met Dawn, I never even glanced at another woman.
The tall and ravishingly attractive redhead was a friend of Senta's. From the moment I was introduced to her at a party, I was hooked. The skintight white dress she was wearing left a large portion of her voluptuous breasts exposed and made it clear she was naked underneath.
Senta looked equally delicious, in a low cut pink silk number. But I could not concentrate on her. Every time her friend cast a flirtatious glance in my direction or passed a remark, I felt my temperature soar. More than once, I caught a knowing look in her brown eyes.
I knew I was in trouble, the instant we arrived home.
"You piece of shit!" Senta screamed. "You miserable fucking dog turd! You think I didn't notice the way you were looking at Dawn tonight?"
"Mistress, I.................." I blurted.
"Shut up!" she snarled. "I'm not listening to your pathetic excuses. Bring me my whip, dog!"
When I had done as she commanded, she ordered me to strip down to the thin white lace panties I wore beneath my suit. She then handcuffed me to the bed and whipped my ass until it glowed through the fabric.
"Please forgive me, Mistress!" I sobbed, as she unlocked the handcuffs. "I'll never look at another woman again, I swear. I want nothing but to serve you."
But my Mistress was not in a forgiving mood.
"From now on, you sleep in the spare bedroom," she told me, icily. "And you'd better not forget my breakfast in the morning. Six-thirty - sharp!"
That was the beginning of the most miserable fortnight of my life. I was not once allowed to touch my beloved Senta or share her bed, no matter how much I begged for forgiveness. My already heavy quota of domestic chores was doubled and my ass severely thrashed at least once a day.
Then, one evening, Senta announced that we were having a guest for dinner. I was given a clean new apron and pink silk panties and told to create a culinary masterpiece. She did not tell me who our guest was and I did not dare ask.
When she announced that I would be serving dinner, and in my uniform, I was horrified. The last thing I wanted was an outsider knowing of my slavery. Senta responded to my protests by whipping my ass and attaching heavy steel clamps to my nipples.
I was in the kitchen when the guest arrived. As well as the voice of my Mistress, I heard another that was vaguely familiar.
"Sit down," Senta said, in her most charming voice. "My slave will bring you a drink." She shouted to me. "Slave, come here at once!"
Bracing myself, I went through to the lounge. When I saw the figure sitting on the couch, my eyes widened and I gasped in horror. Dawn responded with a smile. The redhead was barely dressed, in a transparent black silk blouse that made little attempt to conceal her naked breasts. Her skirt was a tiny black leather affair, with a hip high slash on the right side. Her right thigh was crossed over the left, leaving a tantalizing expanse of stocking top, garter belt and creamy thigh on display.
"Drinks, slave!" Senta shouted, startling me back to attention. "My usual. And you, Dawn?"
"Vodka and lemon juice," she replied, regarding me with unconcealed amusement.
I tried to avoid looking at Senta's friend, as I played waitress for their meal, but it was difficult when she kept flashing her eyes at me, suggestively moistening her cherry red lips and making sure her body was displayed to maximum effect. By the main course, my cock was uncomfortably swollen in my panties. Looking at my wife, in her spike studded pink leather bra and matching skintight trousers, did not help.
Dawn held out her wineglass for a refill. As I was pouring, she reached without warning beneath my apron and grabbed my cock. I was so startled, I knocked the glass from her hand, spilling the contents over the front of her blouse.
"Asshole!" she shrieked. "Look what you've done. I'm fucking soaked!"
"I'm so sorry," I blurted, blushing helplessly.
"Senta, your stupid slave has ruined my blouse!" she shrieked, indignantly.
"Then you must punish him," Senta answered.
Dawn considered for a minute, then unbuttoned and removed her blouse. Despite my shame, I could not resist feasting my eyes on the twin treasures of her big, bare tits.
"Lick them," she told me, painfully squeezing my balls in her right fist.
As I lowered my head, I glanced nervously in Senta's direction.
"Obey Dawn," she told me.
The redhead kept her viselike grip on my balls, as I lapped the wine from her left globe. Her dark brown nipple was stiff as a little cock and she allowed me to suck on it for a few moments, before slapping me across the face.
After I had licked both breasts clean, Senta ordered me to crawl beneath the table. Her trousers were around her ankles and she had pushed forward on her chair, so that her wet pink slit was perfectly displayed.
"What are you waiting for?" she snarled, wrenching on my hair. "Lick my cunt, you useless piece of shit!"
I obeyed with pleasure, delving into her wet, fleshy cauldron, with a tongue trained to satisfy. Her honey flowed even more liberally than usual. She moaned as I feasted on her, pulling my hair, twisting my ears and grinding her pussy against my face.
I felt Dawn's hands on my ass, tugging my panties down over my hips. A soft hand closed around my boner and I sucked with renewed hunger on Senta's throbbing clitoris.
By the time she finally pushed me away, my face was saturated in her sticky juices. Had she allowed, I would have gorged between her thighs all night. Dawn's stroking hand had brought me perilously close to climax.
"Let's go upstairs," Senta said, taking her friend's hand. "I'm going to do some beautiful things with you."
In the bedroom, Senta stood behind me, resting her crop on my left shoulder. I knelt on the floor, now naked, Dawn towering over me. She unzipped her tight leather skirt and - at her command - I pulled it down over her stockinged legs. The crotch of her tiny black silk panties was molded to the dark mound of her pussy. As I tugged them down with my teeth, I sucked her juices from the fabric. She tasted even better than I had imagined.
The two women laid me out on the bed I had spent a fortnight in exile from. The black satin sheets were a pleasant change from the coarse blanket I had grown used to wrapping myself in at night. Stripped to her stiletto heels, Senta straddled me, gripped my cock in her right fist and guided it up inside her hot fuckhole. As I filled her up, Dawn squatted over my face, spreading her pink petals with her fingers. I plunged my tongue eagerly into the gash that gaped from her forest of dark curls.
While Senta rode my hard-on, I enjoyed a feast of her friend's wet pussy, my hands blindly groping her huge breasts. Keeping a rein on my pleasure was extremely difficult, despite the training I had received from my wife.
"Don't cum! You don't have my permission!" Senta shouted, sensing I was close to losing control.
But she knew it was too late. She continued to ride up and down the length of my spasming pole as I pumped her full of hot cream. Her fingernails raked my thighs, but the pain only added to my pleasure. I was close to suffocation beneath Dawn's wet, hairy pussy, but coming up to catch my breath was the last thing on my mind.
Of course, I had to be punished for my lack of self-control. While Senta stood on me, sharp heel stabbing agonizingly between my shoulder blades, Dawn thrashed my ass and thighs with a riding whip. When her hand grew tired, they swapped positions. By the time the savage beating was over, my hindquarters were scorched and my cock was hard again.
"Think he's learnt his lesson?" asked Dawn.
"Only one way to find out," Senta replied.
She wrapped her thighs around my head, digging her stilettos into my back. As I slid my tongue between the folds of her foaming pussy, Dawn gripped my cock and began masturbating me.
The pair combined in the most exquisite and prolonged torture I had ever experienced. When Senta licked and sucked my cock and balls, while fucking my asshole with two fingers, I came dangerously close to losing control again.
I found myself wondering if Dawn kept a slave, as she shared my wife's devilish expertise. They fondled, licked, sucked and fucked me, until I was begging for mercy. But Senta answered my pleas with her whip, slashing me so hard in the balls, I screamed like I had been stabbed. She then handcuffed me to the bed, before they both left me writhing and moaning in agony.
Two hours later, they returned. I did not dare ask where they had been or what they had done. Standing over me, Senta ground her right stiletto heel into my chest, while her partner in crime went to work on my cock with her mouth. As soon as she had coaxed it back to full stiffness, she squashed it between her breasts. She massaged me with her tits, while I watched Senta fuck herself with two fingers, directly above my face.
"No need to hold back this time, slave," she said.
Those were the most welcome words I had heard all night. In a shamefully short time, I was disgorging the heavy load in my balls, spurting semen over Dawn's face, neck and breasts. She caught some on her tongue and swallowed it. After wiping my cock with her nipples, she directed me to lick her clean. Like a hungry cat, I lapped my cream from her tits, working my way slowly up to her face.
It was only after her friend had left that Senta told me the truth. She and Dawn were lovers, as well as close friends. Dawn's provocative behavior at the party had been pre-planned, when Senta had told her she wanted to share me. She had never considered consulting me. After all, I was nothing but a slave, who had no rights.
Mistress Senta taps me on the shoulder with her whip, signaling an end to my story. She is pleased with what I have written and will reward me as promised. Tomorrow night, bound and gagged, I will watch my Mistress and her lover play together.
THE END of "Black Lesbian Mistress Senta" STORY
| Crazy Lesbian Orgies Explore this top rated collection of never seen before lesbian orgies and lesbian group parties pictures and videos! You'll be impressed with their uncensored heavy action they make to share hot feelings and long lasting orgasms! French kissing, sweet caressing, tit licking and nipple rubbing, wet pussy eating and tongue fucking, hot dildo playing and strap-on riding, sensitive anal fingering and dildo fucking - and more lesbian hardcore pleasures these kinky lesbians practice while playing hot group lesbian games Horny pussy-bumping lovers spread pussies for lesbian tongue fucking, dildo playing and strapon penetrations and they need more and more lesbian lovers to crush in endless waves of orgasms! |
 |
© 2005, Lesbian Sex & Orgies Stories
All rights reserved.