Desiree, Black Slave Ch. 01

Desiree was bored. It was another sunny day in rural Oregon, and the convenience store she worked at was empty. She looked at the time on her phone. 10:30 am. Desiree shook her head, causing her thick, curly brown hair to swish along her back. 'Well', she thought, 'might as well read some more trash on Reddit...'

Suddenly, the door opened. Cursing softly, she set her phone to the side and stood up from her chair. What met her eyes was a tall, well-built white man, 6' 3" and 220 pounds, with short brown hair, a penetrating glare, a rugged, handsome jawline, and a neat moustache that was about 40 years out of style.

"Hello Eric" Desiree smiled warmly, her entire demeanor changing, with a slight swish of her hips. For the past two months, he had been visiting her store. Not every day, but regularly enough, usually picking up a few products. Over time, they had started talking, a welcome respite from boredom for the black clerk. Not only that, but the jokes and stories Eric told her were interesting and funny. Despite Eric being over a decade younger than her 38 years, he impressed with her how worldly he seemed and how skillfully and articulately he spoke.

Eric leaned over the counter with his elbows, flexing his triceps. "How has life been for you, Desiree?"

"Oh you know, same old, same old." she giggled slightly.

"What? Even with the whole store to yourself and the freedom to browse your phone and do whatever you want?"

"I wish!" Desiree nodded, causing her large, light brown breasts to jiggle slightly downwards inside of her white blouse. The blouse covered them almost completely, but with how big they were, it still looked lewd.

"Well, let me entertain you a bit." Eric proceeded to tell her some amusing stories, a mixture of his own life, historical events, or funny news bits. She laughed uproariously and appreciatively at each one, swinging her head back and exposing her white, bright teeth while her mop of curly brown hair settled in place. The glint of her small steel nose stud shined in the sun making its way through the store.

After about fifteen minutes, Eric picked up some breakfast cereal, but after he paid, he stood glancing at her forehead, a confident smile on his lips.

"Say, you up for some adventure today?"

Desiree laughed slightly "Maybe..." with a covert, slightly seductive glance back.

"Well, you get an hour off for lunch at noon, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, meet me at the Mexican place La Casa across the street then, and we can enjoy it together."

He smiled again, and without waiting for her reply, picked up his breakfast box and left. Desiree was taken aback. While she had enjoyed their conversations, and considered him cute, she wasn't sure whether this white guy more than ten years her junior had any interest in the curvy, older black girl behind the counter, or was simply being polite or flirty. She took in a deep breath.

For the next hour or so, she was racked with thoughts about their meeting, and whether to show up or not. Wouldn't it be awkward if it didn't work out? What was Eric looking for with this? Finally she made up her mind. "Fuck it, my life is boring as hell, and I haven't had sex in over a year."

Desiree opened the heavy wooden door of La Casa Mexican family restaurant. When she did, she immediately saw Eric sitting at a table facing the door, as he briefly raised his hand. As she approached, her tight jeans hugging her thick thighs, he stood up and briefly looked her up and down.

"Why, you have legs!"

Desiree laughed at the reference to their conversations with her behind a counter, and some of her tension evaporated with it. He then gave her a quick hug, their first physical contact. Her breasts briefly brushed against his large, muscular chest, and she felt his long arms around her.

They then sat down and proceeded to talk in a similar manner as they always had while ordering food and drinks. Finally, it was Desiree who broke the spell.

"So, I have to ask...not that I don't appreciate it, or else I wouldn't have accepted...but why did you ask me out?"

Eric wouldn't be taken in so easily.

"Why, I was interested in getting to know you better." he gave with a comically quizzical expression, as if he had never thought about it before.

Desiree wouldn't be deterred, though.

"Okay, well...have you dated other black women before?"

Eric's face grew more sly at this, and then he dismissively laughed.

"Oh, I've done far more than dated them!"

Desiree was deeply curious now.

"Oh, what do you mean?"

Eric looked at her patronizingly;

"I don't want to shock or horrify you during this nice meal."

Desiree felt a little bit of electricity go up her back, a simultaneously comfortable and pleasurable feeling. She was even more interested now.

"Oh honey, I can take it."

Eric simply puckered up his lips slightly, as if a joke was on the verge of slipping out, smiled, and shook his head.

Desiree was bursa escort smiling, too.

"Now I REALLY want to know."

"Okay, so long as you promise not to scream in terror and horror." he said sarcastically.

Desiree laughed again. "Deal!"

"Well, I look to be very dominant and masterful sexually, and I've had a number of black girls serve me as slaves."

"REALLY?" Desiree's eyes widened and her breath quickened, but she was far from repulsed. In fact, she was even more curious now.

Eric raised his arms helplessly and confidently told her "YOU wanted to know."

After a few moments, Desiree thought of a good response.

"So do you see me as a potential slave, then?" She expected him to backtrack and deny it, but instead he gazed straight at her and replied with

"Perhaps" as if he was inspecting which cereal to buy at her store. Desiree felt even more giddy now, and subconsciously rubbed her thighs together through the jeans. She tried to assume a joking voice too, although she couldn't entirely hide her nervousness.

"I'm not sure I could ever be a slave, though. I'm way too stubborn and dominant."

Eric laughed at her.

"Oh, those make the best slaves! That describes the vast majority of the ones I've had."

Caught off-guard again, Desiree could only repeat

"REALLY?"

"Anyways..." and Eric skillfully changed the conversation back to some amusing topic that didn't involve him using black women as his personal slaves.

They ate, enjoyed themselves, and at about 12:45 pm, they exited the restaurant. To her surprise, Eric put his hand around her waist as they walked out. She liked it.

"Well, I had a fun and INTERESTING time, Eric, thanks so much."

To her utter shock, Eric then calmly grabbed her by the back of her head and gave her a deep, forceful kiss. At first she thought of fighting it, but eventually accepted it and lightly rested her hands on his shoulders, kissing him back. This lasted for a good 20-30 seconds until he pulled away. She was absolutely breathless.

"Let's have many more fun and interesting times Desiree" he gave her with a penetrating, almost sadistic gaze.

Desiree could only nod back.

"Let's exchange phone numbers". Her mind was a blur as she got out her smartphone and they put in one another's digits.

Then, he got into his car and drove away.

Desiree thought she might have to wait a while to see him again. In her head, she conjured scenarios of her not visiting the store for a week until mysteriously messaging her. But instead, when she had gotten off work and was relaxing in her apartment, she got a phone call from Eric right around 7 pm.

"Hello! Have you been pining away since we saw one another, Desiree?"

"Oh, absolutely!"

"I happen to be free tonight so I was wondering what your plans for the evening were. Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"Yeah, actually, just some stuff from the store I warmed up."

"No problem; let's grab a coffee at Peet's."

Again Desiree felt a rush of anticipation and excitement. "Uh...okay." she replied, almost questioningly.

"Oh, and one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a little black dress you can wear for such a formal, solemn occasion?" Eric said whimsically.

Desiree laughed. "I only have a red one, actually."

"Oh, that will work even better. Make you stand out more."

Desiree giggled again, but this time she was genuinely nervous. "Uh, we'll see..."

"Well, you wouldn't want to disappoint a man who will potentially be your future master, would you?"

The calm way he said it aroused Desiree through her anxiousness, and she could only reply with "Maybe..."

"Well, see you there at 8 pm!"

After some more conversation, they said their goodbyes.

Desiree let out a big sigh of relief and wondered what she would do.

***

At the appointed time, Eric sat calmly at a side table at Peet's Coffee. He wondered if he had made a mistake asking her what to wear so soon. He gave a mild shrug to himself; they had been talking for a long time already, and if this was too much for her, so would his later plans.

He was pondering some investments, his day job, when all of a sudden, he heard the sound of heels and looked up. He smiled.

There was Desiree, blushing slightly, but also looking right at Eric with a penetrating glare, one that was defiant and mildly aroused. She had on a very tight red dress that ended at least an inch above where Desiree's resting hands were, and fully accenuated her hips, tits, and Eric imagined, her ass. The 3-inch heels added to the effect, too. Eric could see the outline of a darker material around her breasts and midsection. He was glad she had decided to wear a thong.

"Ah, now you're properly dressed for the occasion!" Desiree laughed, but then gave him a seductive look in response; "Are you sure I'm not a little over-dressed?!" she said malatya escort swaying her hips a little.

Eric didn't take the bait; he didn't know whether she was more of a tease, but he knew how to handle the situation either way. For the next hour, they ordered their coffee and talked like old friends with no mention of her outfit. Eric didn't even touch her. Desiree tried to be seductive, but to no avail.

Finally, Eric innocently asked Desiree if she wanted to talk a little walk outside, as the coffee shop would soon be closing. As they walked out, he put his hands around the back of her hips. "Good thing it's summer or I would really freeze my ass off!" Desiree said.

Not long into their walk, Eric suddenly said "hold on a second..." and pulling the back of her head, turned her around, and gave her another long, deep kiss.

"Speaking of your ass, let's see how firm it is." as he took his right hand, large even by the standards of his height, and gave her ass-cheek a hard squeeze. Desiree yelped, almost jumping out of her heels, as he expected her to do, but he kept his hand there before exploring her other cheek.

"Eric..." her soft voice trailed away, enjoying that despite her 5' 10" height and wearing heels, she still had to look up at him.

Eric then reached up and held her face in his hand. "Remember, you're supposed to be a good slave, Desiree" She could only nod back.

With her face in one hand, he used the other to get under the front of her dress and run his fingers along her crotch. He could feel how tight her thong was on it. Desiree instinctively pulled back.

"Not out here!"

"Why not?" Eric responded, this time stepping forward and simply pulling up her dress to reveal the black thong underneath as well as her navel.

"Eric!" she said, this time mildly outraged.

He then gave her another long kiss, grabbing her hard by the back of the head, with his tongue forcing itself as deep down her throat as possible. Desiree tried to pull away after 15 seconds, but he held her until he was satisfied. Finally, as she was breathless in front of him, he confidently told, didn't ask her;

"Alright, let's meet up at my place. Here are the coordinates" and showed her his smart phone, as casually as he would pay for cereal at her store. He could tell she was still a little overwhelmed, so he added that she could simply follow his car. Once she furtively nodded, Eric gave her a significant spank on her ass with his right hand.

"Ow!" she said, but far from angrily.

"The fun is just beginning".

***

As Eric calmly opened the door to his house, Desiree was anxious. Had she moved too quickly? In just a day? How serious was Eric about making her a slave? What would it entail?

But when the door opened, he gave a pleasant smile, not grabbing her this time. "Come on in". She took off her shoes and obeyed.

Once closed, he grabbed the back of her hair and gave her another long, deep kiss. This time, not worried about being seen, she reciprocated passionately and hungrily. "Now let's really see that ass" Eric said, and Desiree laughed.

She obediently complied and turned around, flaring out her ass in a manner that already showed off a little of the thong. Eric pulled the dress up and was pleased at how big, but well-shaped and toned her posterior was. Desiree wiggled it a little, laughing.

Eric then proceeded to give it a terrific smack, really pulling his hand back.

"Ow! That really hurt!" Desiree said, straightening up instantly and massaging her butt.

"That's what slaves with big butts get!" Eric said, with an almost malicious glint in her eyes. With her hands still on her butt, Eric grabbed the back of her brown hair and pulled her towards him for another kiss. She was glad she had taken off her heels.

As he kissed her, his hands moved over her breasts and started squeezing them, harder than Desiree was used to but still pleasurable. She moaned. He then gave her several more spanks on her butt, harder than the first time outside Peet's but lighter than the second. She didn't protest this time.

Soon, he had stripped off her dress, leaving her in only her yellow bra and black thong. She had a curvy, well-proportioned body, with long legs, wide hips, big breasts and ass. Eric guessed that she probably weighed 180-190 pounds. She tried to stare back seductively. Suddenly, Eric grabbed the back of her thong, wedged the underwear even tighter into her butt, and pulled up. "Ow!" she protested. He stopped, and smiled at her; "just a little taste of what you can expect in the future, among many other fun uses".

"Oh Eric, FUCK ME!"

She expected him to jump on her, but instead he placed his hand on her throat, exerting a little pressure, and simply said "When I decide to slave, not before".

She nodded, and felt herself get wet, not used to such dominant partners. Eric read her like a book, and finally decided to undo her bra. Her breasts looked çanakkale escort great, although at 38, one could see a little bit of sagging. He pulled her thong upwards again, this time from the front, again catching Desiree off-guard, then finally pulled it down. He could see her light brown pussy, freshly shaved for the occasion, glistening slightly. Desiree blushed.

Eric didn't give her much reprieve, because he zeroed in on her massive areolas, pinched each one between thumb and forefinger, but not too hard. "Down on your knees, slave, while your master undresses". Again Desiree obeyed, wondering how far this would go, but also consumed with desire to see Eric naked.

Several times as he undressed, she went to move for him, but he restrained her. As expected, Eric was in good shape, with a wide, strong chest, powerful shoulders, noticeable traps, large and muscular legs, and well-proportioned arms, although nowhere close to bodybuilder lean. Despite a lot of hair on his arms, legs, and crotch, his chest was hair-free. His cock was, to her surprise, not yet erect, although it looked plenty long and thick flaccid. Desiree gazed at him hungrily, desperate to finally be fucked.

"You really, really want to be fucked, don't you?"

Desiree let out a whine; "Aren't you going to finally fuck your slave, master?" she said with a playful smile.

"Let's test you out a little first". Desiree liked the sound of that. "Do you have much experience giving blowjobs?"

Like most women, Desiree thought she was great at giving them. She nodded seductively. "Oh absolutely, baby" "Stay on your knees, slave" Eric commanded.

At first, to get hard, he allowed her to put his cock in her mouth, sucking while she grabbed her breasts like they were large, soft pillows, squeezing down on the nipples, and looked up at him seductively. Then, as he became fully erect, without warning, Eric grabbed the back of her hair extra hard and plunged his cock all the way down her throat, holding it there, with her lips touching his balls and nose in his pubic hair. Desiree instantly gagged, with spit all over her luscious, full lips. However, Eric held it for one more agonizing second, as Desiree panicked. He then pulled out as Desiree was coughing, her breasts jiggling.

"We'll definitely have to work on your gag reflex. Okay, now suck like you normally would. Recovering, Desiree did as she was told, with Eric towering over her.

"Better than most. At least you don't use your teeth. Still, you need to use your hands. One hand stroking my shaft, the other rubbing my balls." No one had ever given Desiree instruction before, but she appreciated it and did as she was told, although that meant she couldn't squeeze her breasts. Her darker hand stroked Eric's white cock up and down. She liked the color contrast. Desiree was only able to suck the tip of Eric's cock continuously, but was enjoying herself nonetheless, with her pussy getting wetter and wetter.

"Here, let me help you, slave."

Eric then crouched slightly from his position standing over her, extending his long, powerful arms downwards, and squeezed her breasts. He did so harder than he had done previously, too much so, with Desiree giving out a muffled "mmmm!!" as she continued sucking his cock. Still, she continued. The pain in her breasts was gradually increasing, though. Finally, she took her lips off his cock and said pleadingly, "Please, baby..."

Eric looked down at her almost cruelly, "Clearly, there is much for you to learn, slave. I wasn't even squeezing particularly hard." Desiree was a little scared about what that might portend for the future.

"In the future, you will have to work hard for the privilege, but right now, I will fuck your pussy, slave."

"YES!" Desiree celebrated with her hands made into fists, giddy with excitement. Despite the occasional pain of what Eric was doing to her, she was more horny than ever. "I want you to crawl on your knees to the bedroom, slave." Eric commanded, as she made a motion to rise.

"Okay." she said solemnly.

"Okay what, slave? What do you address me as?"

"Okay...master" saying the last word as passionately and respectfully as possible.

Eric then grabbed her hair again, as she put her hands on the ground, her knees spread slightly, and her large breasts swinging vulnerably in front of her. She placed one knee in front of the other and moved her hands while Eric guided her forward by her hair. She felt like a complete slut, an animal to be used, and blushed again. The spit still left on her face from when she gagged didn't help.

At one point, when she was slow getting around the corner of a doorway, Eric switched the hand he was using to hold her hair and gave her a terrific slap on the ass.

"OW!!"

"Hurry up, slave."

Desiree looked up at him with a hurt expression, but before he could hit her again for her delay, she hurried to crawl forward. Finally, standing at the foot of the bed, Eric released her hair and spoke;

"Okay slave, you can climb up onto the bed. Push your ass out once you do so; I will use you doggystyle."

Desiree didn't try to be seductive this time. She quickly climbed on the bed and flared her butt out as much as possible. Eric was pleased; it had the right mix of muscle and fat, very large but well-toned, exactly as he liked it.