Million Dollar Mistress

Chapter 4

Nikki joined him on the bed, knee-walking her way up to between his spread legs. There she crouched, looming large above him and reaching for the voluminous handbag she’d left sitting next to him after tying him up. Clearly enjoying his whimper of tortured anticipation, she grinned even wider as she withdrew a tube of s*x-gel and liberally lubed her ebony erection. Setting the gel aside then she gripped his own impossibly rampant hard-on in her still slippery-slathered, supremely educated fist and began slowly, lovingly, expertly and indulgently manipulating him out of his mind.

“Do you know why we fit so well together boy, besides the fact that I have a seriously greedy c**k and you a desperately hungry hole?” Nikki cooed as she oh-so slowly pumped him up and down and bent him all around, her thumb ceaselessly rubbing his sweetly leaking tip.

“Part of it is purely physical of course. A male’s s****l prime is between eighteen and twenty-three, and a woman’s her entire thirties. But it’s really so much more than that. Young men like you – boys really – need guidance, a firm hand.” She deliberately punctuated this with her own, bending him so far down against his natural inclination that the pain was exquisitely informative in the intensity of its pleasure. “They need the wisdom and authority embodied by an all-powerful mother-figure.

“And as for older women like me…” Lovely Nikki suddenly growled deep in her throat, releasing his p***s at last as she moved atop him for mounting: all hulking shoulders, strong arms, dangling, swaying breasts and that big lion’s-mane afro, “They call us cougars – though I’m more of a black panther really. And like all big cats we just have an insane craving for tender, fresh young meat!” With an almost feline pounce the beautiful predator lunged forward at this. As she’d done daily for over a week she voraciously claimed her dainty new treat by suddenly stabbing the entirety of her indomitable female weapon deep into the formerly achingly private emptiness that existed at the core of Alex’ madly needy being.

He cried out forlornly, in a plaint so packed with feelings it was impossible to separate them.

There was pain, shame, need and its satiation; surrender, acceptance, complete and utter possession; even the strangely fulfilled bleat of ecstatic relief that sometimes escapes the captured gazelle as it goes down in the big cat’s claws: perversely welcoming the ultimate consummation of being eaten alive. All these were equal and inextricable. And as always the mix was more addictive than opiates.

As he was taken once again Alex knew beyond any doubt that he’d never be free of his need, not in an eternity of succumbing to it repeatedly. It was as definitive a part of him as his hazel eyes, substandard prick, or the fundamental coding of his DNA. And as long as Nikki Washington continued to provide him with his fix he would always belong to her just as essentially as to it.

Luckily the new possessor of his body and soul clearly enjoyed the taking nearly as extremely as he. Braced just above him on her columnar arms, she’d dropped from all fours to crush his splayed crotch into the mattress. Panting imperially down at him as she pinned him bound in place, she thrust tirelessly with that overdeveloped ass, exhorting him superiorly as she so vigorously speared into him, her dominating personality invading and occupying his psyche just as effortlessly as her erection did his ass.

“Yeah, baby-boy, take your big sister’s p***s! Wallow in it, revel it, belong to it forever! You’re mine baby-boy, mine until the end of time! No one could possibly do you like me! I own this hole, and the pathetic slave dependent upon it! And don’t you just love it? Aren’t I the best thing to ever come into your life? Answer me, baby-boy! Or do you want a c**k in your mouth too? Believe me, Momma can provide! So speak up, property! Who owns you, and everything you own in turn? Who do you love more than your worthless life itself? Whose c**k do you worship so much that you’d gladly give up your own?”

“Nikki’s c**k!” Alex cried and groaned ecstatically. “Nikki’s c**k owns me! Nikki’s c**k f***s me ‘til I can’t get enough!”

“That’s right! And don’t you ever forget it baby! You’re nothing but a slave to Nikki’s big black c**k! And that’s all you ever will be: a tender little lily-white slave-boy, forever repaying your Master for the sins of your ancestors. Starting today this is reparations time baby!”

With that lesson implanted, schoolmaster Nikki at last dropped her impossibly degrading – and impossibly arousing – lecturing. She dropped her body too: at last collapsing entirely onto Alex’ torso – squashing him under her considerable weight so that she could hook her hands under his stretched-up arms and grip him by the shoulders. Securely anchored thus and able to get her whole body into her relentless rhythm, his big sister began to increase its pace and force until Alex was being bludgeoned by a battering ram, pounded by a supersonic missile barrage, and pierced to the very center of his soul by a penetrating power that brooked no resistance no matter how insignificant. Suffering this exalted attack in a personal abyss of exquisite sublimity, his own p***s quickly began elevating its ongoing demand for his attention.

Still ragingly erect, feverishly hot, and unwilling to accept its relegation to secondary status, this was now squashed between his sweaty groin and that of his unconditional owner. Still slick with the lube imparted by Nikki’s fist, it responded to its constant rough rubbing by her plush mound of Venus as it had every night so far: by quickly building its way toward orgasm.

Riding this inevitable wave, and the sick exhilaration he felt being so consummately dominated and brutally used, Alex gasped for breath against the crushing pressure of the lush body practically enveloping him and sought to magnify his awareness of all this by concentrating on the way Nikki’s huge, firm-but-soft breasts flattened against his chest as he was forced to support her. But then with their faces inches apart and her hot tar-pit eyes glaring demandingly down into his own she once again began gasping scathing abuse at him, the words tonight so much more demeaning and extreme than anything previously.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, take it slut! Take it like you can’t and never will get enough of it! My big n****r c**k’s going to make you come like never before! In fact, your Master commands it! Spill your filthy seed, you slut, you slave, you disgustingly perverted honky mother-fucker! Empty your worthless balls or never empty them again baby-boy, it’s all the same to me. I’ll still use you to destruction for fun and then discard you like a soiled condom, you piggy little worm, you white-slave w***e. There’s plenty more of you where you came from! You think I can’t find a better lay in about five seconds flat? Just try me, you d**k-less piece of s**t!”

With that Alex could hold back no longer. His incandescent depraved arousal – and absolutely imperative need – exploded through him like a supernova. Crying out his bottomless degradation, he spasmed and spurted more extravagantly than even during their first time together, more so than ever before in fact. Still chanting, “Yeah, yeah; do it, do it; spew your last, you f*****g worm!” Nikki kept thrusting into him with a blessed viciousness he’d never yet dreamed of suffering. But as soon as this violent throe was over, so much of his previous life abruptly changed for good.

Normally Nikki would continue f*****g him long after he’d ejaculated. Nothing short of an earthquake or house fire could keep her from enjoying his ass until she’d had at least three or four orgasms of her own. But though she hadn’t climaxed even once, she suddenly pulled out, rose up, and resumed her original crouch before his proffered portal – now cored out agonizingly open and gaping to the night.

Still overwhelmed by the extreme nature and unimaginable scale of all he’d just endured, Alex watched with wan befuddlement as his new Master rooted again in her handbag. Finally she withdrew a heavy gold necklace with a charm of some kind hanging from it, and an unrecognizable small something that shone brief silver in the still erotically-charged murk.

Infinitely desirable, domineering, and suddenly unpredictable Master Nikki leaned over and took Alex’ limp little p***s in one hand. She used the other to fit that something over it: a shiny tube of some kind. A series of ratcheting clicks then closed a connected shackle tightly about the base of his genitals. This left his p***s, its entire shaft now tightly sleeved in some silvery metal, curved down close against his balls, with his entire genitalia now jutting a bit from his body beyond an implacable circle of steel – or maybe titanium.

Humming happily to herself, Nikki fitted that little charm – no, it was a key – into a matching slit and turned it ninety degrees. Then she hung the chain around her neck, stroking it admiringly and fingering the little key where it nestled between her fabulous breasts. At last she looked up, an incredibly impish twinkle in her eyes. Smiling at the shocked question in Alex’ face, she answered it with the almost motherly tone she used toward him whenever not brutally subjugating him sexually – a kind of sweetly loving amused indulgence.

“Didn’t I just hear you freely admit that my big n****r c**k now owns you utterly? And that you worship it so much you’d gladly give up your own? Well now you have, my precious little slave-boy – at least temporarily.”

Laughing richly at Alex’ hugely appalled dismay, she stopped toying with the key that controlled his destiny and let it slip back into the deep canyon of her cleavage. Then she started forward, this time straddling him with her knees as she moved past his locked-away c**k and up his quivering torso toward his face.

“Don’t fret baby-boy: Momma knows best. The only p***s you need for true fulfillment is mine, now and forever. You’ll see. I’m going to help you learn the truth of that starting right now. And someday in the not too distant future you’ll happily destroy that key yourself, and then permanently fill the lock with solder, destroying that too. I absolutely guarantee it.”

Alex had scant time to entertain his disbelief. Nikki kept advancing, smiling indulgently all the while, until she knelt astride his neck and sank down. With her knees out wide, her hefty hams on his shoulders and her big muscular butt crushing his chest she still seemed to fill the space between him and the overhead canopy. Grinning down past the huge rounds of her breasts (that incredibly momentous key gleaming between) she buried her fists in his longish black hair and levered his head up to face the fearsome phallus that had come to claim his own. Half mother and half Master, Nikki nudged it insistently against his mouth.

“Open it up, my sweet young slut. Submissive little boys have two tight f**k-holes, and it’s time I started using both of yours. After all, I sucked your c**k, didn’t I? You moaned and thrashed and would have spewed in my mouth if I hadn’t stopped. Surely you want to return the favor for me. The first step to loving life without a p***s is learning to crave servicing others.”

Alex’ fetish had never gone nearly that far! Nevertheless, as long as he was bound and locked up, the key out of reach between his beloved’s breasts, he had no choice but to stretch himself. Surely his bottomless thirst for s****l subjugation could learn to encompass this too…

He opened up as ordered. And right away Nikki thrust into him.

Closing around the shaft just a bit behind the head he pursed his lips and started sucking. Unfortunately Master couldn’t be satisfied with just that. Gripping his head pitilessly in her fists Nikki kept pushing, deep into his throat until the lips of her off-limits p***y met those of his mouth around the two-inch thick base of her prick.

Impaled to the esophagus, tears streaming from his eyes, Alex fought a grim struggle with his rebelling gorge until he at last mastered his gag reflex. Momma cooed approvingly at this, releasing a fistful of hair to lovingly stroke his hollowed cheek.

“That’s right, slut-boy, well done! Get good and used to having a hard c**k in your throat. Soon you’ll come to crave it like presents on Christmas morning. Honestly, have you ever been more intimately connected with someone? Lips to lips, joined by eight and six inches of embedded d**k. You’ll never be the same again, you shameless cocksucker. Relax now, savor the experience and let Momma f**k your slutty little come-funnel face.”