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His Mistress
A FemDom Story by Horny Bard

He was kneeling, naked, as he had been instructed to. He began to take in his surroundings, and thought about how familiar and welcome this room had become. It was a stone room, walls, floor, even the ceiling, windowless and a perfect square. Each time he had entered it had been different, today it was completely bare, the only light coming from
the red candles burning in the wall sconces. He was nervous, fear and anticipation flooding his body, but still he waited.

The cold of the stone floor began to seep up, into his knees, his thighs, he shivered slightly but he didn’t dare move, and so, he waited.

He began to remember what had first brought him to this place. He had been out with a few workmates, they had been drinking for a while when one of them began to talk about a place he had recently gone to. A place where all your fantasies came true. A place of desires, secrets and awakenings. There had been laughter and then someone had suggested that they should go check the place out.

A phone call and a taxi ride and then they had arrived. A beautiful large old house stood at the end of the long driveway, surrounded by vast formal gardens. Candles lit the way, he walked towards the door, dazed trying to take it all in, he had never done anything like this before he was unsure of what to expect. As they entered the house they
where approached by a beautiful woman, she began to ask them a few questions, it was all a blur, his senses trying to take in everything around him, smells, sounds, textures and colours. He didn’t remember a lot about what she had asked, but he did recall bragging that he could handle anything they had to offer.

She had smiled back at him, obviously amused. Alright, she replied, she had just the woman for him and laughed. She had brought him alone to this room, and then he had been introduced to her, his Mistress and his first night with her had changed him forever. It wasn’t just her beauty or her amazing body; she was different from any woman he had
ever met. She radiated confidence and she knew what you desired, even before you did, it was as if she had looked into the deepest part of his soul that first night and had unlocked its deepest secrets.

He had never thought he could enjoy being dominated, but she had changed that, she had shown him the truth. She had awakened that desire and now he would do anything she asked, for she was his mistress, she commanded and he willingly obeyed. Only those that fully submitted, passed her tests and pleased her where awarded the honor of being collared to her, with that came entrance to her inner chamber. He had never wanted anything in life more than to be wearing her collar and be allowed into that room, her room, the honor, the possibilities, maybe tonight would be the night. So he waited.

He heard the door at the far end of the room open, and he quickly bowed his head. His breathing became rapid and he dared not move or look up. The sound of heels, and several other footsteps echoed around the room. Something heavy was placed on the floor and then the footsteps retreated.

 Silence. Waiting, his breathing laboured, his body aching from the tension, the waiting, the fear, the mounting anticipation. Once again came the sound of heels on stone, coming closer, stopping just in front of him. All he could see was a pair of red leather boots.

“You may look up now and we will begin.”

His heart thudded in his ears, it was her, his mistress, her voice soft, delicious, commanding. He lifted his head slowly wanting to take in all he could. The red leather boots stopped just before her knees and emphasised the pale creamy colour of her smooth thighs. He knew he was already erect and had no way to hide it from her. She wore a red
velvet corset, cut high on the hips; a small strap hid her most secret place. The corset accentuated her beautiful round hips, small waist and ample bosom, which rose steadily up and down as she breathed. A red silk skirt attached to her hips covered her at the back and flowed on to the floor. Then he came to her face, and he felt like he could no longer breath. Her auburn hair was piled high on top of her head; curls fell gracefully onto her neck. Her lips, full and a deep crimson. Her mouth, slightly parted, so inviting, but it was her eyes that really took his breathe away. Bright green, more beautiful than emeralds and often just as cold, eyes that saw and knew everything but gave nothing away.

Bowing his head slightly, trying to control his trembling he spoke “What do you desire Mistress?”

She leant forward, towards him, legs straight, hands on hip. He found himself staring into her cleavage, the tops of her breasts so enticing and she whispered slowly into his ear, her warm breath tickling his face, “I have a new game for you tonight, and I expect, as always, complete submission.”

As she pulled away he closed his eyes, licked his dry lips

“Yes Mistress, I await your command” his voice was barely
audible, raspy and full of desire.

She laughed “I can already see that you are ready, so we will begin”

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He blushed, and looked at his hard member, twitching with need and then back to her. For the first time he noticed that a large throne like chair had been brought into the room and she was sitting in it, legs gracefully crossed, hands resting on the arms. She was close enough that if he reached out fully he would be able to run his hands up her boots, her smooth creamy thigh and then…

“Tonight I have decided that you are to pleasure yourself until you climax, right here in front of me, you are not allowed to change positions nor will you be given any aids”

He was shocked it wasn’t anything he had ever done in front of someone; he was embarrassed doing it even when he was alone. Flustered, he began to shuffle slightly.

“I am waiting” her voice cut through the air ” I am beginning to get displeased, now take hold of yourself with your hand and begin.”

He did what he was told; to displease her would be far worse than any embarrassment he may suffer. Closing his eyes he began to move his hand slowly up and down his shaft, god he was so hard and hot, it actually hurt.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” she demanded

Stopping, but not removing his hand, he open his eyes, swallowed hard and looked at her, her unfathomable green eyes stared back.

“That’s better” she purred, “Now carry on”

Nervously he began to stroke himself again, focusing on her eyes and the up and down movement of his hand, he was beginning to sweat, the cold of the floor, forgotten. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he couldn’t stop, his desire was building it demanded sating.

“Faster”

Obeying he began to speed up, moving from the base up and over his glans, and then back again, He focused on her mouth, still slightly open, the tip of her pink tongue slowly circling the inside of her lips. He imagined what it would be like to have those lips around his cock right now, to feel the hot wetness of her mouth as she began to suck, each time taking more of him into her mouth, her tongue flickering across its head, teasing his hole, her moans as she sucked
harder, and harder. Oh god, everything had disappeared except him, his cock, his need and her.

His gaze shifted to her breasts. He imagined undoing her corset, watching as her large breasts sprang free, full, pert, demanding attention. Licking, biting, teasing and pulling her nipples until they where red and hard. Placing his cock between her breasts, her coolness a delicious contrast to his raging heat. Feeling her breasts squeeze him as he moved in and out, her tongue licking greedily at any of his cock that she could reach, her mouth open and ready waiting to be
filled and…

He could hold out no longer, one last stroke and he came, moaning shuddering, jerking, twitching, spilling his sticky seed all over himself and the floor.

She stood “Very good, I am pleased” with that
she turned away and began to walk towards the door. The sound of her heels echoing all around and swish of the silk skirt on the stone floor. The door opened and as she vanished through it he caught a glimpse of her chamber, sumptuous, silk, satin, candlelight, and then it was gone.

He was left all alone, cold, humiliated, sticky, throbbing,
disappointed, his breathing harsh and yet strangely satisfied. He would be back, and soon, he knew that, after all she was his Mistress, she commanded and he obeyed.

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The Amethyst Dragon
A Lesbian Story by Horny Bard

“I really don’t think this is such a good idea,” the young woman said as she deftly disabled a simple wire trap.

 

“Now, Spring,” an older woman with a grin. “I told you that the dragon is friendly and enjoys handing out gifts.”

“Yeah, Autumn, but you never did say what exactly we have to do for those so-called gifts. I still remember what happened on our last adventure. I’m sure Winter and Summer will never forget either.”

The women continued the winding journey through the cavern. Spring’s long slender ears and petite figure betrayed the fact that she had elvish blood running through her veins. Autumn was human and three feet taller and thirty pounds heavier. Both women wore leather armor but the older woman’s was colored in orange and dark red. At each waist, a sheathed dagger was slung on their belt.

“We should be there by now,” Autumn said as they turned another curve in the tunnel. “The oracle said he was less than five hundred feet inside.”

Summer felt the cool damp air turn to warmer and dryer first before they reached an opening. The tunnel led straight into a large cavern that was filled with books and gems of all shape and sizes. In the middle of the pile, a thirty feet amethyst dragon was snoring.

“Now what?” Spring asked with a look of doubt in her eyes. “He might be cranky when we wake him up.”

“No problem,” Autumn replied calmly. “The oracle told me what to do.”

The elvish woman shook her head as the human stepped closer to the sleeping amethyst dragon. She stopped with ten feet away from the giant reptilian head. Autuman clapped her hands together.

“Wake up, lazy bones,” she yelled as loud as she could. “Herma has sent a message.”

There was a puff of smoke from the amethyst dragon’s nostril and a rumbling sound came from deep within its throat. A large claw stretched and barely missed Autumn. The woman did not flinch a muscle but her breathing and heartbeat raced.

“Who dares disturb the sleep of Seaswin?” a voice roared from the amethyst dragon.

“Herma has sent me, Autumn Keys, and my girlfriend, Spring Alask. We wish to be friends with the mighty Seaswin.”

There was a moment of silence before the great beast opened his eyes and looked at the human woman with his large purple eyes.

“Ah, entertainment at last,” the great beast grinned. “It has been some time since two women appeared before me. Are you willing to accept doing a deed for me for your gifts?”

“Yes,” Autumn said and gestured for Spring to join her.

With reluctance, the elvish woman walked to her side and replied that she also accepts doing a deed.

“Good,” the amethyst dragon said looking at the pair with greater intensity. “All that I require of you both is for you to make wanton love to each other at that spot now.”

Autumn smiled mischievously while Spring began blushing. She had kept her crush on the human a secret and now this amethyst dragon wanted them to have sex in front of it.

“So be it,” the human woman said before she kissed the elvish woman with an open mouth.

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Autumn’s tongue flickered inside Spring’s mouth. The elvish woman began sucking on the human’s tongue. The heat of the cavern room seemed to rise a few degrees higher. Autumn’s hand began exploring Spring’s body while they kissed. Her fingers felt her small breasts through the fine leather shift.

 Spring stopped her tongue sucking session and began nibbling on Autumn’s earlobe.

“Take me,” she whispered into the human woman’s ear.

She began stripping the petite woman and planting small kisses all over her naked body. Spring gasped and moaned with delight when Autumn began sucking her small nipples. The pink buds grew hard between her lips. She had always wanted to feel those lips sucking her tits and this was a dream come true for her.

Autumn ran a finger between Spring’s leg and felt the wetness of her young womanhood. She stepped back and stripped off her own clothes and found the young elf eager to suck her large breasts. The older woman’s breast were sagging a bit but they were still round.

“Let’s do one of my favorite positions,” Autumn said after Spring withdrew her lips from her large breast.

The older woman lay down on the cavern floor and gestured for the younger woman to climb on her so their mouths could gain access to each other’s most muffs. They began licking each other’s cunts at the same time and drinking the hot pussy juices. When Autumn began sucking Spring’s clit, the young elvish woman almost climaxed at once.

“Damn,” the older woman said between her sucking. “You have been waiting for this.”

Autumn eagerly sucked Spring’s swollen clit until the elvish woman did climax. She shivered and released a flood of fresh pussy juice that dribbled down the human woman’s chin. Spring finger fucked Autumn to her climax, which was just as powerful as her own.

The two women lay exhausted in front of the amethyst dragon. They kissed and petted each other as if discovering each other for the first time. A very contented look appeared on their faces.

“Well done,” the amethyst dragon chuckled. “It is a wonder that you two have not shared a blissful moment such as this before.”

“I never thought she felt this way,” Autumn replied. “I am very grateful that she does feel the same way that I do.”

“You may have your gifts now,” Seaswin said with a sleeping glint in its eyes.

They were not completely sure if the amethyst dragon was a male or a female. However, it reached into its pile of treasure and withdrew three items. One item appeared to be a simple leather bag with a golden drawstring. The other two items were a large book and a pair of boots.

“Take the extra item,” the amethyst dragon yawned. “And be sure to visit the great Seaswin after your next great adventure.”

The women dressed and took their items before thanking the great beast. They carefully walked out of the cavern while it went back to sleep.

“You have any idea what we have?” Spring asked while they walked.

“A bag, a book and a pair of boots from what I can tell,” Autumn replied. “I will wait until we are back at our room to cast a detect magic spell. I’m sure the items are magical in nature and will help us in our adventures to come.”

The pair walked a bit further before a thought hit Spring as being funny.

“Maybe we should have asked the amethyst dragon for a double-headed silver dildo,” she said before the pair broke out laughing.

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The Horny Sorceress
A Fantasy Story by Horny Bard

Lady Ytona was a very special lady in Erinalba. She was the only sorceress who knew all the ancient spells of sex. With a pinch of this and a few magic words, Lady Ytona could grow a manhood twice its length or give a woman larger breasts. The fact that she was also approaching her two hundredth birthday did not alarm anybody. Most people figured Lady Ytona had some Shydhe’s blood in her but not enough to give her the pointy ears of that race.

To human eyes, she appeared no older than thirty which was much to her advantage for she still had the sex drive of a woman half that age. Lady Ytona’s flowing curly red hair went to her waist and her green eyes sparkled like emeralds. Her beauty often distracted her customers and they immediately lusted for her.

There was one person that Lady Ytona lusted for but could not have at the time. His name was Longear Paragon, son of a Shydhe duke, Pacer Paragon. She had tutored him several summers ago when he was a lad.

Longear was nothing like his father or his brother, Halfear, for that matter. His ears were more longer than any Shydhe than she had ever seen. Longear was handsome like all the Shydhe were but his violet eyes with silver flecks were a turn on for Lady Ytona.

She did everything but attack the duke’s second born son. For some reason, the shy boy kept his head about him and ignored her subtle seductions. It was many a nights when Lady Ytona found herself masturbating her horny womanhood. She would imagine that her fingers were Longear’s fingers.

So it was a pleasant surprise when Lady Ytona opened her little shop only to be greated by a much older Longear Paragon. He still had those sexy violet eyes with silver flecks. Yet, Lady Ytona noticed something different about him also for he was more confident.

“Good morning, Lady Ytona,” Longear said with a smile.

“Good morning to you also, Longear. What brings you to my humble establishment?”

“I didn’t think you would remember me but I’m glad that you do for my request may seem odd if you didn’t remember. I have come today to request a night of passion with you.”

The statement almost floored Lady Ytona for he was never that forward as a lad. She was getting very flushed seeing him again and she almost blurted out that it was time that he came to his senses.

“Would tomorrow night do,” Lady Ytona remained calmed. “For tonight I have to perform a restoration of a local woman’s womb.”

Longear nodded and smiled even bigger. He told her that he will be calling at sundown the following night.

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The following sundown seemed to take forever to arrive for Lady Ytona. She made sure everything was comfortable in her bedroom and even lighted some scented candles. Lady Ytona did not have long to wait when the sun began setting for Longear was soon at her front door. She let him inside and escorted him to her bedroom.

“Cherries?” Longear said after sniffing the air.

“Yes, I remember how you loved cherries as a boy.”

Longear chuckled and brought Lady Ytona into his arms. He kissed her passionately and she felt weak in the knees. Longear began undressing the sorceress who only had a long flowing robe on. Soon she was only in her sandals but she quickly kicked them off. Lady Ytona then helped Longear remove his leather boots, shift and breeches.

His manhood stood at attention and she could not help being surprised at his hairless pubic area. Lady Atona’s pubic hair was a crimson red and she often trimmed it.

She kneeled before Longear and kissed the swollen purple head. He moaned slightly when Lady Ytona wrapped her lips around his shaft and began sucking. She was an expert cocksucker for she had many years to practice the skill. Longear’s manhood received licking and sucking like it never had before and he could have swore that it was twice as big as before.

Lady Ytona unwrapped her lips from his manhood and climbed onto the bed. She spread her legs and gestered for Longear to mount her.

The duke’s son did not hestitate but quickly climbed onto the bed and ontop of Lady Ytona. He guided his hard erect manhood for her glistering wet womanhood. When Longear entered her, the sorceress let out a moan of unbridled lust.

He fucked her with long slow strokes which made her moan even louder. Lady Ytona began kissing Longear and clawing at his back. Her fingernails made him start to fuck her harder and deeper.

Lady Ytona soon found herself climaxing. She released a flood but Longear kept pumping his manhood into her dripping womanhood. Soon he too reached his climaxed and released his seed deep inside the sorceress.

Longear withdrew his limp penis and began kissing Lady Ytona’s breasts. She was exhausted as was he. The pair kissed and then began talking about how wonderful it was to finally have sex with each other. Longear admitted that he wanted her the first time he saw her a lad. Lady Ytona laughed and told him that she wanted him too.

They soon began making love again. It was then when the sorceress realized that it was her birthday.

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The Bitch Is Back
A Taboo Story by Horny Bard

I walked into the Royal Tavern and the place was busy as usual on a Saturday night. As I made my way to an empty stool at the bar, I heard a familiar laugh. I looked around and saw Charlene sitting with a man and a woman. She was my ex-girlfriend from several years earlier and we broke up because she claimed that I wasn’t man enough for her. Looking at the couple she was with, I was sure that none of them was enough for her either.

Charlene was still a beautiful busty brunette with dark hazel eyes. She was dressed in a black outfit made entirely of black latex. Charlene was still in great shape after all these years and she still enjoyed her fetish of long gloves. The gloves she wore this time with her outfit covered her entire arms and shoulders. I wondered exactly if the gloves was attached to the bodysuit Charlene wore underneath the filmsy black top. I could tell that her laughter was forced and she was quickly growing bored with the couple.

When her dark eyes found me, she smiled mischieviously. I ignored her and continued my way to the empty barstool. I asked Bob the bartender for a bottle of beer. I knew better that to drink out of any of the place’s mugs. Bob was quick to put an open beer bottle infront of me. I took a swallow and almost blew it out of my nose when I heard Charlene’s voice from behind me.

“Hello, Tony,” She said with a sulty voice. “Want to buy a lady a drink?”

I had changed also over the past few years. I was no longer the pushover Charlene once knew.

“I would if I could find a lady in this joint,” I replied.

“Oh, that hurt,” she said with a pout. “I still remember the good times we shared, Tony.”

“They were good for you maybe but they sucked the life right out of me. Why don’t you go play with your little friends over there.”

Charlene looked at the table where the couple sat then looked back at me. Looking at her long legs in those black stockings made me want to take her right there. I was glad that I didn’t have several beers in me already or I would have lost control.

“How about one more time for old time’s sake?” Charlene asked. “Those two are only interested in each other. I just tagged along for the drinks.”

“Sorry, honey, I’m not interested.”

With that said, she left in a huff and stomped off to the jukebox. I took another swallow of my beer and the amber liquid felt good in my dry mouth. I wanted a good time, sure, but I didn’t want my heart broken again by the same woman.

After a few moments of listening to the voices in the crowd, I suddenly heard Pat Benatar singing Hit Me With Your Best Shot. I looked over at the jukebox and saw Charlene singing along and pointing at me. Everybody in the Royal Tavern was stopping what they were doing to enjoy her show. I always forgot that if Charlene never got what she wanted, she would get it one way or another.

When the song was over, everybody clapped and cheered her. Charlene smiled and walked back to me. There was no woman with more confidence and sexual energy than her at that moment. Charlene took my half-empty beer bottle and brought it up to her lips. She took a long swallow and then slammed the bottle back on the bar.

“You and me belong together, Tony,” Charlene whispered in my ear. “I was so wrong in the way I treated you the last time.”

She started walking for the front door and I knew what I had to do. I quickly pulled out a five dollar bill and told Bob to keep the change. Before Charlene reached the door, I was walking after her despite myself.

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I caught up to Charlene outside of the Royal Tavern and told her that my car was parked down the street. She smiled at me as we walked to my beat up ‘73 Pontiac. I drove us back to my apartment without saying much of anything. What could we say since we only had basic desires that needed to be fulfilled.

After I opened the door to my apartment, Charlene took off her top black shirt and bared her breasts. The gloves were indeed attached to the breastless bodysuit. She squeezed her breasts and smiled at me.

“I’m glad to get that top off,” Charlene said.

She reached for me and we fell into each other’s arms like lost lovers which exactly what we were. I kissed Charlene’s ruby red lips and her gloved hands stroked my shoulders. After we parted, I led her quickly to my bedroom.

Charlene started to undress me and when my throbbing manhood popped into view, she gently kissed the swollen purple head. She wrapped her lips around my shaft and gently started to suck my cock. It felt like old times indeed but Charlene had gotten much better when she engulfed the entire length of my nine inch tool.

As she deepthroated me, she ran one gloved hand through my pubic hair and grabbed the base of my cock. With her other hand, Charlene began to probe a gloved finger up my anus. I almost blew my load then but my cock only grew harder and longer. With her hand around my cock’s base, she could control when I exploded.

When Charlene was satisified that I was as hard as I could get, she withdrew her lips from my cock. She smiled and started taking off her gloves and bodysuit. I offered to help but Charlene told me to stay in line. That was just like the old Charlene, always in charge.

When she was completely nude, she got on the bed and spread her legs wide. Charlene’s pussy was smooth and very wet. I didn’t need no invitation so I joined her on the bed and positioned myself above her. I guided my man missle straight for Charlene’s wet lovebox. When I penetrated her, she let out a loud moan of delight.

I fucked Charlene hard and fast liked she always wanted it. She soon tensed up and exploded with pleasure. I didn’t stop and cum like usual but kept on fucking Charlene’s dripping wet cunt. She wanted me to cum, begged me to but I held out and she cummed again. Still I wouldn’t give in to my pleasure and continued to fuck her hard and long. Charlene always told me that I wasn’t man enough for her but now I was finally proving to her that I was more than enough.

As she tensed up for the third time, I let loose my seed and exploded deep within her tight little bald beaver. Charlene was breathing hard and I almost passed out. Our love juices mixed in her box and ran down onto the sheet.

“That was better than the old times,” Charlene whispered as I slipped my limp dick out of her snatch.

“Are you ready to make new memories?” I asked stroking her breasts.

Charlene reached down and grabbed my cock. It quickly started to throb and grow hard again.

“Okay,” she replied. “You proved that you are man enough for me but can you go for another round?”

“You never even seen round two yet, honey,” I replied before flipping Charlene over and guiding my cock for her anus.

We had several more rounds that night and she fell asleep long before I did. At least, Charlene slept with a satisified smile on her face for a change. She may be a bitch but she was my little bitch and always would be.

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Ebony Gloves
An Interracial Story by Horny Bard

I was riding the wide range with a group of cattle rustlers in north Texas when I first met up with the woman known as Ebony Gloves. She shot three men dead as she rode up to our camp that night in early May. That left three more to reach for their guns. Jed Taylor was the boss and Zachary Beemont was the cook. I was just along to get far away from Kansas.

“The three men I shot deserved to be killed,” she said as brought the horse to a stop. “I’ve been trailing your gang since the raid in the panhandle of Oklahoma.”

I never really liked the three men she shot anyway. Ned was Jed’s brother and a mean rattlesnake. Fred and Will Sanders were dumbwitted brothers who backed up Ned. They were the reasons our little gang was wanted in Oklahoma, Missouri and Arizona. She did everybody a big favor.

“Now hang on there, missy,” Zachary said. “I hope you don’t go shooting the rest of us without a fair fight.”

“Fair fight,” Ebony Gloves said with a chuckle. “Like the fair fight they gave my parents when they were killed in their sleep. I waited for a long time to do this but I have one more job to do.”

I holstered my Colt .45 and took a good look at her. She was a pretty black girl dressed completly in black leather. Her little nose looked cute as a button. She didn’t look like no killer but then you either had to kill or be killled in order to survive the wild west

“You just killed my brother, bitch,” Jed spat. “I ought to kill you where you stand.”

He was stupid for warning her first and he brought up his gun too late. The woman fired her pistol quickly and Jed fell to the ground dead. Now it was just two of us.

“I’m just a cook, missy,” Zachary hollered. “I ain’t killed nobody that didn’t try to kill me first. Let me go and I’ll settle down someplace.”

“Pack your stuff and get going then,” she whispered. “If you come back, I’ll shot you on the spot.”

Zachary quickly grabbed his bedroll, thought about the coffeepot on the campfire then shook his head. He went to the wagon, hitched his horse and left me alone with the woman.

“So what do they call you?” I asked.

“Serena but you can call me Ebony Gloves,” she replied as she holstered her gun. “Aren’t you going to beg for your life or try to outgun me?”

“Why should I? I like being alive and I like having you alive.”

“Now your talking nonsense.”

“You’re very pretty for a black woman. How long has it been since you’ve been with a man.”

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Serena smiled and walked up to me. She kissed me long and full on the lips. She tasted like sweet strawberries and dust. I probably tasted like beans and coffee to her. The taste must not have thrilled her much because when our lips parted, she slappped me hard with her gloved hand.

“Who are you?” Serena asked.

“I’m just a man caught up with the wrong crowd,” I replied. “You going to kill me now?”

She shook her head and then grinned mischieviously at me. Serena looked like a cat about to eat a canary. With one quick motion, she grabbed my manhood and began feeling it as it grew hard in her hands.

“You feel big for a white man,” Serena hissed.

What she did next took me totally by surprise. Serena knelt before me and withdrew my hard-on from it’s prison. She kissed the swollen purple head before wrapping her lips around it. I let out of moan of delight as she sucked my throbbing shaft.

Serena played with my hairy balls which made me even harder. It was her black leather gloves that made her touch so damn hot. I could feel my manseed boiling in my balls and I tried to keep from cumming. She sensed what I was doing and took my cock deeper into her mouth. I couldn’t hold out any longer and started to blow my load.

She let me cum in her mouth. Some of the fresh sperm ran down her chin but she managed to swallow most of it.

“Ahh,” I sighed in relief. “Thanks for sparing my life.”

“No thanks needed,” Serena said as she wiped off her chin. “I’m not through with you yet. I need somebody to watch my back and it looks like you’re it.”

To hell with watching her back since she had a great front to look at. I shrugged and smiled.

“Whatever you say, boss lady.”

And that was just the start of my adventures with the woman known in the wild west as Ebony Gloves.

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