Little Blonde White Girl - Part 3

Steffanie

We have an understanding now, we're at that nice stage where we don't need to say much to know what the other one is thinking. When Chloe opens her front door we just say "hi" and smile as we stand there looking at each other for a few moments.

Chloe likes what she sees, her little blonde white girl all dressed up to please her in a tiny short minidress and heels. I look sexy and cute and she loves me dressing like that. She doesn't so much as invite me into her apartment as drag me in. She can't wait to get her hands on me and kiss me.

We love kissing each other, although really it feels like she's kissing me, her luscious large lips covering mine and her tongue ever present in my mouth. Her moist lips feel so good, it's as if she's melting and merging with me as we enter the dreamworld we now share together.

We pause our lovely kiss for a moment to admire each other once more, I'm still as fascinated by her beauty as I was the first time I saw her. I've never seen anyone as black as Chloe is, she's like black onyx, the deepest shade of black there is. I can't look at her for long without needing to touch her lovely skin and have her kiss me again.

She feels the same level of attraction towards me, she loves stroking my pale face and playing with my blond hair. We both giggle a little because we've realised we've hardly said anything yet, we still don't, we lean towards each other to commence another long dreamy kiss, her tongue in my mouth again.

As our lips are engaged her hands pull up my dress to greet my body. There isn't much fabric in her way, I'm dressed to be easy for her like she told me to be. I'm just wearing my dress and my panties with nothing else except for the high heels on my feet. She fondles and gently strokes my smooth soft skin, caresses my breasts, feels and squeezes both my nipples in turn. Her hands are all over me and all the while our kissing continues.

"Hello lover," she says, finally breaking the spell of our kiss and our silence.

"Hello princess," is my response.

"You feel so nice," she says. She has her hand in my panties now.

"So do you," I reply and part my legs a little more to let her finger me deeper.

"I love you in that dress," she tells me, "I love you dressing how I tell you."

"Well I am yours now Chloe, remember?"

Me saying I'm hers excites her all the more. She has me harder. I rest my head against her as I feel another of her black fingers move inside me. I make little squeals as she forces and twists ever deeper. I'm gasping and sighing with joyous relief as her hand explores my vagina again, but then she stops, withdraws her fingers and holds me close to her.

"Let's get this off shall we?" but she's not really asking as she soon has my dress off me.

"And these," she says, kneeling down to free me of my panties.

I've only just arrived and she's ravished and has me naked already. She takes hold of my shoulders, turns me around and bends me over, runs her hand between my bum cheeks to feel my asshole and pussy. I feel as if I'm an object being delivered that she's examining for damages, she certainly gives me a very close and intimate inspection.

"Oh you're so easy for me," she says.

I don't respond in words but my pussy speaks for me in her own special way. I'm so aroused and excited as Chloe keeps on using her hands to feel and stroke me all over. She orders me to touch my toes and spread my legs wider, I do as she tells me like I always do and she takes full advantage of me. She rubs her thumb on my pussy to use my own wetness to lubricate my asshole. I feel my sphincter yield as her probing becomes deeper and deeper penetration of my anus.

With the thumb of one hand she's having my asshole as the fingers of her other hand take my easy wet pussy once more. She laughs at my predicament but she's not mocking me, she's loving me and I know she has a need to have me and express her new power over me. She has me so hard that I'm repeatedly forced onto my tiptoes by her hand up my cunt. I reach out to the wall for balance and she walks me forward with her fingers still cupped inside me until I can lean and support myself.

I'm still bent right over with my legs spread but now with my hands up on the wall. I must look so cheap offering her my cunt and asshole like this. I don't care how I look, I promised to be her slut and let her have me however she wants me. She wants me like this, using her fingers and thumb like cocks fucking back and forth up both my holes.

My whole sex feels swollen and super sensitive to her every movement and touch. My bum hole's alive with the feel of her thumb being forced and buried up my anus, I'm being so had by her hands like the slut that I am for her and I'm loving every moment of it.

"Oh yes Chloe use me... use me."

She frees the hand with the thumb up my asshole to grab and yank at my hair, pulls my head hard back towards her. She keeps pulling my hair harder and harder as her other hand keeps on with having my cunt. It's such a joy to be had like this and she's driving me closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh Chloe... I'm gonna cum."

She fucks me even firmer with her fingers, a good steady pace with a stillness every few moments to rest then screw and twist them inside me. It's when she's resting her hand up my cunt that I cum, a long profound orgasm that has me shuddering with spasm after spasm on her hand.

"Oh you slut Steffanie," and she's loving me cumming for her.

With my orgasm I go limp and flop and she has to catch me, she holds me up and then spins me around. I'm like a rag doll in her hands, all spent and completely at her mercy. She raises me up to face her and kisses me once on the lips.

"Welcome to my home," she says.

"Thank you Chloe," I reply, and I'm in awe that what just happened was simply her greeting.

She takes my arm to lead me naked along the hallway into her apartment. I'm still wearing my heels and so soon after such a good orgasm feel unsteady on my feet. It's not just my pussy I can sense being wet, inside my thighs is covered with the wetness she had pouring from me.

Until now she's been coming to my home for us to make love, so I've never been in her apartment before. It's one of those warehouse conversions with high ceilings and a solid oak floor. Except for the bathroom it's all one huge long room, a metal kitchen at one end, a large lounge in the middle and her inviting bed set against the far wall. Everything in the place looks expensive and trendy, all very minimal with just the essentials of modern furniture scattered here and there. Chloe knows I'm eager to explore, I want to see for myself the sort of possessions she likes to have around her. I feel like a possession myself, standing naked for my lover to enjoy.

Chloe settles herself in her big leather sofa to watch my little tour of her own private world. Everything I see is new and exciting to me, modern artworks and figurines mixed with African craftworks scattered here and there. There's a wonderful collection of erotic photographs hung on one section of wall, all naked white women tastefully posed in all sorts of locations. I recognise a few, Helmut Newton's work I think.

"White girls are so beautiful," Chloe remarks as I study the photos.

"I rather like black ones," I reply, and she chuckles at that.

She's attracted to white girls but it doesn't mean she wants to be one, she's rightly proud of her own race and heritage. It's such a shame she feels the need to be so secretive about her sexuality, she's scared her family would disown her if they found out. Perhaps in time I could help her, give her the support she needs to come out.

I know I've helped her already by simply loving her and it's such a sensual warm cosy atmosphere in her apartment, a real love nest for the two of us to enjoy. I continue my tour of inspection saving the best looking things until last. I noticed them as soon as I walked in, several African carvings that can only be described as dildos standing proudly to attention on a side table.

"What's this?" I ask her, picking up by far the biggest smooth black wooden phallus.

"It's an African fertility symbol," she tells me. "I call him Kofi."

"He's a huge dildo." My hand is nowhere near to closing around the massive black cock.

"He's not meant to be a sex toy."

"Be quite a challenge for a girl." I can't imagine taking such a monster.

"He's supposed to be stuck in the ground," she informs me.

"Just as well, I reckon he's too big for a pussy."

"You'll find out soon enough, I'm going to fuck you with him later."

I know from the tone of her voice that she's not joking, so I examine the huge wooden phallus all the more closely. My husband's very well endowed by anyone's standards and I'm not daunted at the thought of a big cock, but Kofi's something else. It's not so much his length, it's his huge girth and the awesome size of his bell end that make me shiver in trepidation and excitement.

"Oh Chloe," is all I can think of to say.

"Come here lover," she commands me.

I obey like the obediant slut that I am, walk over to her and kneel between her legs as she spreads herself a little more for me. We're sharing a silent and inevitable moment again as we stare lovingly into each others eyes. I put Kofi down at her feet and push up her dress to reveal her naked black pussy, Chloe hasn't bothered with wearing panties.

I know she's needy to cum, she has been from the moment I arrived. My black girl's a very sexual being and she'll be wanting many orgasms before she's sated tonight. I feel I belong between her legs, we both do, it's my role as her lover to worship her pussy with my mouth. As I prepare to go down on her I tell her my nice little surprise:

"I can stay all night and all day tomorrow as well."

"Really, that's brilliant," she says.

"You can keep me naked if you like."

"Hmm I just might, and your husband doesn't mind you staying with me?"

"Not at all, he likes the thought of me being your lover."

I begin to kiss and lick Chloe's beautiful black cunt, give myself to her by pressing my face to her clit and labia. I can't help but make little moans of delight as I pleasure her, I'm so happy and content with my face between her legs, I've been dreaming of being there these last few days.

"You're so submissive aren't you?" she says, as I keep on loving her pussy with my mouth.

"It's how I am Chloe, it's how I love."

"Is this what you're like with your husband?"

"Yes Chloe, I want to please him and him to love me in return."

"So he has you dress like a slut and fucks you when he wants?"

"Yes Chloe."

"You suck his cock when he tells you?"

"Yes always."

"Like you're his slave?"

"Yes Chloe, I wear his collar at home."

"Collar?" She asks in curiosity.

"A leather one, I love wearing his collar, it shows he owns me and wants me."

"Hmm," she goes and I know she's quietly thinking about what I just said.

Chloe knows what my husband is like, she understands that he's not some kind of bully that terrifies me into being submissive to him. She can figure it out for herself that my relationship with him is exactly how I want it to be and that in many ways my behaviour with him is exactly the same as with her. Except she's a woman and he's a man.

She must know I want to serve and please her with the same submissive devotion I have for my husband. I just need her to acknowledge that she wants that kind of relationship with me, I want her to say it. I'm making long loving licks of her lovely black labia to aid her decision, when I stop to look up at her I get my answer.

"Keep licking my pussy slave," and yes, she's claiming part ownership of me now.

"Yes my Mistress." I reply, feeling so happy as I carry on with my duty.

And as easy as that we have new titles in our relationship. I'd become her slave anyway to all intents and purposes but it's nice being able to call her my Mistress, it's sexy and it confirms that I accept and want her being in charge of me. She's a natural Mistress to me and not a role play one. Her dominance is based on her strong personality, her forceful sexuality and above all her loving care for me. She doesn't need whips or threats to have me doing her bidding.

She raises her feet onto the sofa, spreads her legs wider and I open her vagina with both hands to lick as deep as I can inside of her. She's so wet, there's pools of pussy juice to lap up from her pinkness and I can't resist wiping my face on her to smear and cover myself with her sexual scent. I'm doing all I can to make a display of being her willing submissive and we both get more and more aroused as I do so.

I'm trying to bury myself up her stretched open vagina, I'm using my tongue, my lips and my whole face to pleasure her and she's thrusting back to meet my loving attentions. She's grabbing my hair and pulling me onto herself, using me again like I want her to.

"Oh do it slave... do it,"

"Oh yes my Mistress,"

She uses me harder and faster and I'm being face fucked by my Mistress's black cunt. Over and over she grinds and smears herself on me, thrust after thrust of her hips until suddenly she stops. I look up at her to see her staring down at me.

"Oh God I love you Steffanie."

"I love you too Chloe, I love you so much."

We just continue to stare at each other and can feel the passion rising and rising between us. Next thing we're going crazy, clumsily groping and grabbing at each other, struggling to do something to each other that can release the full power of our lust. Nothing is strong enough, we end up on the rug on the floor and the only thing close to satisfaction is kissing, passionate kissing with our mouths locked together, our tongues fighting themselves for each others' mouth.

Chloe's so much stronger than me, she has me pinned down, she wants to have me as hard as she possibly can this time. She pulls her dress off and I reach for her nipples, squeeze her big black teats between my fingers. It must hurt her but she's so turned on she's oblivious to any pain, if anything she's aroused all the more.

She pulls my legs wide apart, her hand takes my cunt and she fucks my wet hole with her fingers. It's not enough, she wants me hard fucked so she reaches for the massive black phallus and presses the tip to my pussy. It's too big, it's far too big but she keeps pressing it harder against me.

"Oh God Mistress no, please no."

"Do as I say, keep your legs open."

She presses harder, and I feel my cunt forced to spread and yield to this monster, I'm hurting and burning as I'm slowly penetrated by the huge African wooden cock. She fucks just the tip of the phallus inside me, sinking deeper and deeper with each thrust. It's too much, it's too painful and I'm going to have to ask her to spare me.

"Oh stop Mistress please stop."

"It's fine, you're taking it, trust me."

She stops fucking me for a moment with her sexual weapon but she keeps it inside me. I'm breathing so hard, panting and gasping as my cunt burns like she's on fire. But I am taking it, the pain is subsiding and as my fear fades I begin to calm down. As I relax I want it, I want to get fucked by this big black cock and I'm hungry for it now.

Chloe's watching me closely, she loves me, she can read my mind and gently eases deeper with the phallus knowing I'm ready and wanting. There's a joy now as she has me, a need between my legs and I'm writhing as pain turns to pleasure with my lover mercifully taking me.

"I can have you how I want, remember?" my black Mistress reminds me.

"Oh yes my Mistress, fuck me."

I've never been fucked so hard or by anything so big as that massive phallus she shoves up my cunt. Chloe having her white slut slave with that enormous fertility cock on the floor of her apartment. I take nowhere near the full length, but it's massive girth is filling and stretching my vagina and she's thrusting it back and forth as she pushes my limits.

I'm muttering and whimpering and holding both arms outstretched to her, I want to be held as she fucks me. She takes one of my hands and squeezes it tight as she pushes the big cock ever deeper inside me. My Mistress wants me hard and to force me to fully reveal just how much of a whore I'm willing to be for her.

"You love it don't you my slave?"

"Oh yes... oh yes."

"Big black cock up your cunt."

"Oh God Chloe yes."

I do love it, it's pure ecstasy I'm in and my cries of joy fill the room as she fucks me faster and faster. I'm being so had and it's too much, she hits my limit of pleasure and my whole body seems to go into spasm, I think she's damaged me at first so strong is the first wave of orgasm surging from the very depths of my fucked and filled cunt. I can't believe the intensity and I'm clasping on to Chloe's hand for what seems like dear life.

"Oh my baby," she says as she watches me cumming forever beneath her.

I grab at the arm with which she's holding the phallus, she has to stop now, I really can't take anymore. Just gently fuck me please Mistress as you slowly withdraw it. Every nerve at the mouth of my pussy is electric and tingling as each inch of the polished smooth wood slides back out of me.

"Now I've really fucked my white slave," and I can only smile and nod at her.

"I could fuck you again with it harder, I could rape you with it."

"Please don't Mistress."

"You couldn't stop me," and she's right I couldn't.

She's enjoying the physical superiority she has over me, toying with me. I sort of like it but at the same time I don't. Chloe's so excited, her adrenaline pumping and I'm not sure how far she'll go. If she fucked me as hard and as deep as she could with it I really do think she'd hurt me.

"Are you scared of me Steffanie?" and she's sliding the cock back in me again.

"A little bit Chloe."

"Do you think I'd like to hurt you?"

"Please my Mistress, please don't hurt me."

"Let's see shall we?" and she's fucking me once more and I let her with no sign of struggle.

I can soon tell her intentions, it shows in her eyes that she's no desire for hurting me, she was merely testing my trust. She's only going to have me gently this time and I'm even more aroused now. I'm so wet between my legs and I'm comfortably taking the big cock, she could fuck me forever like this. As she has me once more I realise I quite liked being scared of her for a moment back then, just a little bit scared, not enough to cry tears or genuinely beg for my safety but enough to make me realise my place...

I'm snuggled up to my Mistress on her bed and she has her arm around my shoulders holding me as close as she can to her. She loves me so much and she's so thrilled that I think of her as my Mistress. She fucked and used me so hard and for so long earlier this evening but now it's a gentler love that she's sharing and wanting.

She's been telling me all about Ghana, her homeland and it's legends and customs. She is Akua, Chloe Akua to be exact. She's an Ashanti of high status and she is my African princess, my black Mistress and I'm her devoted white slave. I'm wearing her gift to me, a sweet tiny silver Akuaba doll on a slender chain around my neck. It's a charm for female sexual health and fertility, a blessing to produce healthy babies. To us it's also a symbol to show that she part owns me now, I'm going to be keeping it on always to show that I'm hers and I love her.

"Shall I get you a collar as well?" she asks me.

"Oh yes please my Mistress."

"I'll have you on a lead and dressed as my slutty bitch, would you like that?"

"I'd love it, I'd love anything that shows I'm your slave."

"Oh my sweet Steffanie," and we're kissing so beautifully again.

This is why I love my Mistress so much. She's smart and assertive and she's like any woman, she likes to be flattered and feel loved, she needs her cuddles and displays of affection, she needs a lot more than just sex. As her slave it'll be my privilege to flaunt myself and provide for her sexual needs, then be the one to comfort her and be her loyal best friend to talk to and reveal secret thoughts with.

"I'm going to need you to stay with me more often," she tells me.

"What about my husband?"

"He's going to have to share you more isn't he?"

"Yes my Mistress," but I'm really not sure what he'll say about that.