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Five
Year of Black and White
J • Year 6 – Summer
Interracial, Romantic, Slow
Most people
don’t like hospitals. I’m not like most people. I sat in the waiting room at
the maternity ward. An Indian family sat across the room. An older man and
three children. He was rocking back and forth and talking to himself, clearly
nervous and stressed. When the nurse walked into the room I didn’t notice her,
but he did. He quickly stood up but sat down again in disappointment when he
saw that she was walking towards me.
“I was going to be a father. Me, of all
people.” I smiled to myself.
“Are you
family?” the nurse asked me. “I’m her husbands sister” I replied. “She’s asking
for you ma’am, follow me”. I followed her.
We passed
through a corridor. “Our life as we knew
it now comes to an end” I thought for myself. I closed my eyes.
A black
girl crouching down and offering her wet sex to me. A strap on, pushing itself
into a puckering ass. A pink mouth embracing a cock, her head locked to its
hips for the night. Sweating from exhaustion and ecstasy. Metal in her body. A
dragonfly and a pony. Loving arms embracing me. A kneeling figurine under her
skirt, tonguing her.
“All gone now. No… not gone. A memory. This
is our memory. This was our life.”
J • Six years earlier…
“Get out of
the kitchen woman!” I said laughing, locking my arms around her belly and
lifting her up, setting her down in the living room. “What’s the point of a
surprise dinner if you sneak peek my every move?” I said smiling. “But I was
just looking for my purse” she said and scratched the carpet with her foot with
well-played innocence. “It’s in our bedroom” I said with my arms crossed,
clearly not impressed by her so-so theatrics. “Oh” She smiled and hurried away.
I slapped her ass when she turned away. She jumped, not expecting the quick
pain. “Sadist.” She said and looked at me with even less well-played
indignation. “And you like it” I said with a grin. People say that black people
can’t blush. This isn’t exactly true. The only difference is that you can’t
tell from looking at their cheeks, since the extra blood isn’t visible through
their darker skin. Ayanti on the other hand, she always gave it away. Her whole
body language shifted to shy-mode the instant the blush came along and her eyes
met the floor. “Beautiful as ever, both
in body and soul.” I thought to myself.
I returned
to the kitchen.
* A *
“Jesse Greenbough. The only man I ever loved”
I thought to myself, rubbing my sore buttock. “After all, he’s my first man. Before him there was Lisa, and before her
there was Amanda, and before her there was Linda. River. Kayla. All girls. I
never thought myself to be bisexual before I met Jesse in that kinky club In
L.A.” I sat in front of the mirror in our bedroom trying on earrings. “But he has a female soul. I’m sure of it,
otherwise I would’ve never fallen so hopelessly in love with him. Well… that
and the fact that he’s white.” I blushed. I had never quite gotten over my
fetish for white people. It was something about the contrast of my hands on their
skin that got me all lubed up. I pressed my thighs together. “But he does, he does have a female soul.
He’s even admitted that when he was young he often fantasized about the notion
of being a girl sexually. God, he’s so cute.” I smiled. “And he looks quite good as well. Almost no
body fat, which by the way is unfair in a number of ways, and just the
slightest amount of muscle so that they could be seen but never were in the
way. Blondish short hair and calm blue eyes. Not to mention that his cock is nearly
8” long. I was so scared of it the first time I saw it, I hadn’t ever been with
a man back then, but now. Well, I love it when he fills me up completely with
it, I always feel so dirty.” I pressed my thighs together even harder,
getting a bit wet down there.
I took a
pair of simple golden round earrings and put them on. Looked at my self in the
mirror. Dreadlocks weren’t really my favourite way to wear my hair, but it sure
was easy. Otherwise it just looked like a giant mushroom. I took blue silk ribbon,
pulled my locks together and tied them together. I looked down to my cleavage
and felt satisfied. Then I looked down to my belly and my hips. “God blessed me with big boobs. Why couldn’t
he have added great metabolism to that?” I sighed. When we stopped clubbing
and got steady jobs, I stopped training. From there on, I’ve just grown. In the
wrong direction! I stood up and shook of my thoughts, straightened my dress,
stepped into my heels, checked the mascara one last time and walked out to the
dining room.
* J *
My hands
slid over her beautiful skin, her ample breasts covered by her silk dress. Her
hand was already in my crotch, massaging my stiff cock. I looked straight into
her deep black eyes. My finger traced down her forehead, over her black nose
down to her full lips. I let it stop at her lips and playfully, slowly pulled
down her lower lip, showing her teeth and the pink inside of the lip. I kissed
her, my tongue entwined in hers. She sighed and let go of my cock and locked
her hands around my neck, pulling me down into the bed.
“I’ve never had kinkier sex then when I first
met Ayanti. We tried a bit of everything, just to make sure we didn’t miss
something we might’ve actually liked. We were heavy into bondage, and some
S&M regularly. But a couple of years ago, something stagnated. Now we don’t
even pull out a pair of cuffs any more.“ I let my hand slide up her dress,
over her thigh. I grabbed her panty and slowly, slowly slid it of her pussy. I
brushed her dress away so that I had full access to her crotch. Ayanti’s pussy
was a thing of beauty, or at least I thought so. Biggish outer lips, covering
mostly everything when she wasn’t aroused. When she got lubed up, there was
subtle differences. Her outer lips grew somewhat but her inner lips grew and
peeked out just a millimetre out of her outer lips. A pink slid peeking out,
and parting her outer lips. Above all that, her clitoris shyly pouted out of
it’s hood just above.
I quickly
got out of my pants and laid down on top of her, taking one of her nipples in
my mouth. My hand starting to fondle her lips and slowly stroking my hard warm
cock on her thigh, making sure she felt the effect she had on me. She held my
head and stroked her fingers through my hair. It didn’t take long before I was
inside her and she had hooked her legs around my hips. It was warm and sweaty.
She moaned, I moaned and suddenly the phone rang. I stopped, glaring at it.
“Honey, leave it” she panted to me, and I did. But it just continued ringing. I
stroked hard into her, my pelvis brushing her clit. She moaned. RRRING. The
phone rang still. “What the fuck…” I
grabbed the phone and quickly said “I’m fucking my girl, call me later” and
hung up. Ayanti looked at me with big eyes for a second before she started to
laugh. I stroked into her once more but it was apparent to me that she wasn’t
going to stop anytime soon, so I stopped and held my cock inside her. “You
should’ve seen the look on your face” she managed to blurt out in between
laughs. It was contagious, I started smiling as well, even though I wanted to
be more concerned to finish our fuck I couldn’t.
Chuckling I
bent down and kissed her neck. I whispered into her ear “By the way… happy
birthday”. “ohh… honey. With you, my birthdays are always happy” she said back
to me. I took a breath to whisper something equally romantic in her ear. The
phone rang again. I shuddered. I closed my eyes and focused my self, picked up
the phone and said, “Yes?”
* A *
He slid out
of me sitting up on the bed, the phone pressed to his ear. He looked
distressed. I layed my hand on his leg, “What is it Jesse? Honey?”. He hung up
and looked at me, “My father is dead.”
J • About half a year later…
And so it
began.
With
neither of us having any living relatives and me inherited an enormous amount
of money. We decided to change our lives, we both longed back to era when we
visited the kinky scene once every week and explored each other every day. With
the money we had we could’ve moved to Europe and bought a 200 room castle if we
wished, but we settled for a secluded little house outside New Orleans. We
we’re both new to the town and we’ve heard that there is a smallish but
dedicated scene in the town. We got a house on a cliff looking out over a small
bay. You can see the neighbouring houses, but none of them sits real close. A
largish backyard with lots of trees and chances for gardening. A pool with an
outlook over the sea.
We both
quit our jobs and settled down in our house. Ayanti implanted contraceptive
rods in her upper arm. We spent months to reacquaint ourselves with our kinks
and fetishes while we refashioned the house to our liking. As we knew before,
we we’re both switches. It turned out I was quite the crossdresser. Womans
clothing could be extremely sexy and hot. Since me and Ayanti we’re both the
same height (I was 5’10”, she was less than an inch shorther than me), I tried
her clothes on a lot. Quite often when she was on top, she ordered me to dress
up in certain ways, applying makeup and fake boobs. We actually got me to look quite
like a woman at first glance. But the muscular arms, the adam’s apple and a
number of other things gave it away pretty quickly. We talked a lot about
transsex and kinks in general. She was into objectification when she was
subbing. An object for my sexual pleasure and little else. This not only turned
me on, but also made me ravenous. When I thought of her bending over and
presenting her glistening sex to me, I could barely focus on anything else.
Thankfully, it happened every now and then so I could blow off the steam.
We visited
the kinky scene as well and made lots of friends there. They we’re nice likable
people and it was nice to once again share common interests with more than just
one person.
When Ayanti
dommed, she was a controlling domme who enjoyed putting me through long term
humiliation, and small everyday reminders that she was in charge. When I was on
top, I opted more for short intense experiences of pleasure and ecstasy. I
bound her and fucked her a lot. We both loved to switch, but could never really
decide when to switch. It was often that we were both in a domineering mood,
and got locked in a stalemate.
* A *
And it was
then that Jesse came with a solution to our problem. A solution, and a kink
we’ve never tried. It was decadent and perverted and utterly magnificent, but
also dangerous. “He’s either crazy, or a
genius. My beautiful boy.” I thought when I looked at him. “So? What do you
think?” he said eagerly. “We can’t rush
into this.” I thought for myself. I shifted in my seat and looked at him.
“So let me get this straight… You want us to submit to each other one semester
at the time?” I asked. “Yes! Isn’t it a great idea? I mean, you’ve always liked
long term domination, and you’re not exactly alien to long term submission either?
My birthday is at the spring equinox and yours is at the autumnal equinox.
Exactly half a year from each other.” He slid down from his chair to his knees
in front of me. “Your birthday is coming up, if you want me to be in your hands
24/7 for half a year, I will offer my self to you.” He looked up at me with
anticipation, hoping I would say yes. “Jesse, honey. It’s a lot of commitment.
If you submit to me for six months, you will be my slave. I will own you, do
you understand?” I said to him. He nodded back, still eager. “I will do with
you as I will. There will be no safe word, if I want to pull your teeth out and
replace them with jewelry that says ‘I lick cunt’, I will. Do you understand?”
I looked seriously at him. He swallowed hard, “Yes, off course.” He took my
hand, “I trust you”, he said and looked deep into my eyes. “I have to think
about it…”, I said and tenderly laid my hand on his head. “You don’t have to
feel any pressure about repaying it at my birthday, if it works out it works
out, right?”.
Three weeks later at my birthday, he woke me up with the morning sun resting on our bedsheet. He gave me but one gift. I opened it and it was a leather collar with a silver plaque on. There was a text inscribed on it that said ‘Belongs to Ayanti’. I tentatively touched the collar. Feeling the leather underneath my fingers, fingering the silver plaque. He sat naked in front of me on the floor with closed eyes. “I love him, my little boy.” I thought. “But are we ready for this? Will this tear us apart? Or will it make us stronger”. I took the collar out of the box and looked at it, and then looked at him. “This is either the best or the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” I thought as I slid the collar around his neck bent forward and whispered into his ear “I love you. And now… you are mine”. The padlock clicked, as it looked the collar to his quivering body.
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