tart – Lady in Seams

I open the door and there he is – towering over me, strong, black and looking magnificent in tight leather trousers.

“I’m from the agency, madam. You are expecting me, I hope.”

“Yes, of course, you’re just what I requested. Do come in.”

He strides into the hallway.

“What’s your name?”

“You can call me Taurus, madam.”

“Oh, like the bull? How very appropriate. Would you like a drink?”

“No thanks. I’m ready for action, madam, whenever you are”, and at that he laughs and quickly strokes his hand down from his crotch towards his knee and under the tight leather I can see what appears to be a very long truncheon. I can’t resist reaching out and feeling it and he’s hard and thick and it seems to go more than halfway towards his knee.

“My God, that’s a whopper, isn’t it? I bet you’re popular with your clients.”

“Ten inches, madam. No complaints from the ladies. Good repeater too.”

“Perfect. Would you like me to run through what I’m looking for.”

“Sure. I was told two hours, full penetration, no condoms. Is that right, madam?”

“Yes, exactly. I like it a little … forceful, if you know what I mean. With the black lads, I mean. I’m a happily married woman but if you force yourself upon me, use me, make me do all sorts of things, well what can I do?”

“Of course. I understand Is anything off limits, madam?”

“Other than anal, no. I’m not taking that thing up my arse, but apart from that you can do whatever you want with me. And I don’t want you to be offended by anything I say. It’s not personal. But, you know, black bastard, nigger, brute, pig. And you can call me whatever you like – bitch, slut, whore, whatever. I really won’t mind. In fact, I’d prefer it if you did. And if I tell you to stop, to get off me, you mustn’t, do you understand?”

“Yes, I see, madam. I like your style.”

“Well, just because I’m dressed like this” – and I look down at my leather mini skirt which doesn’t even cover the welts of my seamed stockings and at my 6 inch steel stiletto heels, ankle chain and a slashed pink top which is struggling to contain my large, heavy breasts – “like a tart you might think, doesn’t mean I want to be raped or gang banged by a group of incredibly well hung young black men but I know resistance is futile, so you might as well get on with it and make me feel like a sex object.”

“Then, shall we go to the bedroom, madam”, he asks.

“Oh no, let’s not be so boring. You’ve invited yourself into my house and now you’re going to take your pleasure whichever way – or should I say ways – that you wish. There’s nothing I can do to stop you.”

And at that he grabs me by the hair and pushes me down onto my knees in the hallway. With his spare hand he unzips his leather pants and pulls out his enormous weapon. Thank goodness I’m already nice and wet (a bit of vibrator action before he arrived made sure of this) because otherwise that thing might hurt.

But he’s not going there. As I shout, “Get off me you bastard”, he whacks me across the face with his hard cock. And it bloody hurts! Then he swings it back the other way. Whack! And again, in the other direction.

Suddlenly the polite gentleman from the agency and all of the ‘madams’ have disappeared and I’m in the hands of an animal who wants to use me and humiliate me.

“Suck it, bitch!”

I pull my head away. “No. I’m not having that thing in my mouth. Get off me you animal.”

But he shoves it into my mouth anyway and grabbing my head with both hands he works me back and forth long his shaft. I’m just getting into the rhythm of it when he grasps me by the back of my neck and begins to force himself down my throat.

As I struggle to control my gag reflex, fearing I might bring up my last meal, he starts to laugh and says “That’s it, take it all, you whore. I know you love it.”

He eases up after a minute or two of choking me with his monster cock and I get the blow job rhythm again. He murmurs with pleasure and then says “I’m going to cum on your face, bitch” and, with that, pulls out of my mouth and stands over me, quickly stroking his cock. He pulls my face closer to the tip of it and then with a groan I close my eyes and he begins to shoot thick ropes of semen over my lips, onto my forehead and over both sides of my face.

As he wipes his cock across my face I say “You can’t treat me like this, you brute. Get out of my house, you disgusting pig.”

“No, I’ve not finished with you yet. Not by a long way.”

Grabbing my hair again he pulls me to my feet and I almost topple over on my spike heels. Holding me by my hair, he half leads half shoves me into the lounge and then pushes me face down over the large oak dining table. He pulls my knickers down and off and then he kicks at my feet to force my legs wide apart and then with one brutal thrust he’s deep inside me and as he pulls back he almost pops out altogether before he slams back into me. His semen is dripping onto the table and pooling below my face and for a mad second I consider asking him to stop so I can wipe it up (will it stain the wood, I wonder) but then I realise he won’t stop anyway and as he thrusts into me again and again, I have the most rip roaring orgasm I’ve had in years. My whole body shudders and I think I briefly blacked out because the next thing I notice is him grunting and arching his back as he pumps me full with the second load of his semen.

We both take a few minutes to enjoy the sensations as he slowly slides back and forth inside me.

“You said you were a good repeater, so I suppose you intend to carry on using me, don’t you? You blacks are all the same. Beasts.”

He chuckles at this but picks up the beat. “I know you want it, you dirty white slag. You’re just a piece of cheap fuck meat, aren’t you”.

“Hey, a bit less of the ‘cheap’, Taurus. I’ve paid your agency a lot of money for this session.”

“Well, let’s give you your money’s worth. Would you like it on all fours or would you prefer to be on your back and I can push myself into your womb.”

“You choose, you’re the rapist after all. And anyway, why does it have to be either or? Why can’t we do both? You are meant to be a stud, aren’t you?”

And so for the next ninety minutes he doesn’t let up, ‘servicing’ me on my back, on all fours and then sitting on a chair and getting me to ride him, which results in a very powerful orgasm for me as I grip his vertical cock with the muscles of my vaginal walls. It feels like I am impaled on a fence post!

At one point he had me put one foot up on a stool and then leaning forwards and he then entered me from behind and as he thrust into me he lifted the leg off the stool and raised it so it was almost horizontal. It was all a bit too athletic for me – I’m a simple slut and just love being thrust into while on my hands and knees – and I said afterwards I felt I was in my Pilates class!

Even after coming five times he was still rock hard – although the way in which he used my mouth may have helped in this regard – and said he was ready for more but very business-like he glanced at his watch and told me that my two hours were up. I was exhausted, having been placed in some tricky positions and then absolutely battered by his incredible cock and had to settle for the four orgasms he had ‘imposed’ on me. When I looked in the mirror I saw a complete mess: hair all over the place, mascara trickling down my face, bright scarlet lipstick smeared all around my mouth, face a bit swollen and sweaty, I looked as if I had just completed a 5k run.

As he left I gave him a kiss and said “Goodbye, you black bastard.”

He squeezed one of my tits and said “See you again soon, you white trash MILF. I mean madam.” And we both laughed.

As I shut the door, I was already looking forward to taunting my husband about what I had just experienced, while giving him gloved hand relief and I knew he’d be delighted to hear how Taurus had flooded me with his virile sperm, which would by then be leaking out of me and dribbling down my legs.

Note: to avoid misunderstanding ‘Taurus’ is my regular sex partner and my hiring a black stud from an escort agency is just a little fantasy game we played, one of many we concoct in order to keep our sex sessions fresh and to introduce a bit of variety. But my husband really was delighted when I returned home that evening full of sperm..

“Come in James and take a seat. I’ll just run through a few details with you. I see you’ve paid the consultation fee in advance, so thanks for that. And your date of birth is 13^th of June 1996, is that right? So, you’ll be 28 this year. Lovely”.

“Now I know you want me to check you over today but you also mentioned that you would like some advice relaxation techniques and perhaps be able to sleep a little better, is that right”?

“Okay, so I’ll give you an examination in a moment but what I am also going to do is to recommend something which I think will help you feel more relaxed and give you a sense of wellbeing”.

I hand him a piece of paper.

“Now that’s the details of how to get access to all of my videos. There are 104 videos in total and what I would like you to do is to watch at least one of these each day and masturbate when you do. When did you last achieve climax”?

He thinks for a while. “Almost two weeks ago”.

“Well, I think that might be why you have been feeling tense and been tossing and turning at night. A young man like you needs much more frequent release”.

“I know but I was trying to save myself up for this appointment”.

“Well, that’s understandable and very nice of you but I am recommending that from now on you do this daily exercise to my videos. I am also giving you this – as you can see it’s one of my suspender belts, one with 10 straps. What I would like you to do is when you do your daily exercise, I want you to ejaculate onto the belt, as much as possible. As it is black satin, it will stain really easily and may even become quite stiff with your dried semen. Then when you come to see me in a month’s time, you can return the belt and I’ll wear it during our next consultation, all stiff and stained with your fluid”.

“Which brings me to another point. As you know, you’re on the silver programme, which entitles you to one treatment a month. But you could upgrade to the gold programme, if you wish, which would increase this to once a week and I would probably recommend that for you. And there’s also a platinum programme, although that is quite a lot more expensive, unless your healthcare insurance company will cover the cost”.

“What’s included in the platinum plan”?

“Well, like the gold, you can have a weekly treatment but in addition to the standard gloved hand relief you can ask me to tit wank you – as you can see, I am pretty busty – or you can choose an oral therapy. Now, that’s a full cum in mouth service, none of that rubbish with condoms, and I do swallow everything”.

He asks how much this costs and when I tell him he says “Wow, that is a lot, isn’t it”?

“Yes, it is but otherwise I’d spend all day at work on my knees, wouldn’t I”? and I laugh at the idea.

“And as I said, it is a full cum in mouth service, and I give deep throat too. You’d be surprised how popular it is. A lot of my patients love to cum in my mouth and see me swallow their sperm and semen”.

He promises to think about it.

“So, let’s check you over, shall we”?

He removes his trousers and shorts and as I pull on my disposable latex gloves, I can see he is already partially erect. I put some lubricating oil on his penis and on the palm of my gloves. I stroke his erection with my right hand and cup his testicles with my left, squeezing them very, very gently. His response is almost immediate.

“This looks like a very healthy penis. You’re fully erect now and it feels extremely firm, so there’s good blood flow and a rapid erection. In fact, it’s almost completely vertical, isn’t it? I would think, given your size, girth and how solid it feels, that your penis would give any woman considerable pleasure, although some may feel they’re fully stretched to accommodate it”.

After a few minutes of slowly gathering pace, I tell him, “I’m stroking more rapidly now as I want to get you to climax and see if we have a healthy ejaculation. Is this good”? I ask as I squeeze his testicles more firmly.

He gulps and almost whispers “Yes. Awesome. Incredible”.

My hand is sliding up and down his impressive penis at some speed and I can tell he is close to orgasm. His breathing becomes deeper and deeper and gets louder and louder, until he is more panting than breathing. Suddenly, he lets out a little yelp and semen flies upwards and again and then flows over my hand and his thigh and drips onto the chair.

“Good boy, good boy” I say as I continue with firm strokes, “let’s get it all out, every drop, come on keep going”, and he continues to pour forth more thick ropes and globules of semen.

I continue stroking. “That’s excellent. Very healthy indeed. I’d say your first spurt achieved about five or six inches of clearance, which indicates a very healthy prostate and there is really good volume of quite thick, white semen, which again looks healthy and fertile”.

“You are clearly a virile young man and I think almost any woman would be happy to have that load pumped into her or, indeed, to take that lot in her mouth and be able to swallow so much healthy sperm and seminal fluid. I know I would”.

After a few more minutes of wind down stroking, I peel off my latex gloves and dispose of them in the bin. I give him some wet wipes so he can clean himself up. I’m tempted to lick his semen off the leather chair but that probably wouldn’t look professional, so I resist the temptation and wipe up his mess with tissues.

“Now, I hope you feel more relaxed and I think you will find that you sleep well tonight. Remember, daily videos and ejaculation, use my suspender belt and please make a complete mess of it, as I love that, and do consider whether you wish to upgrade to the gold of platinum service. Otherwise, I’ll see you a month from now”.

Please note: this is a fantasy scenario I role played with a young friend, roughly along the lines described above. However, while I may be a slut – okay, I am most definitely a slut – I am not a sex worker and in reality I do not offer silver, gold and platinum healthcare therapies, so please don’t ask me for prices or an appointment, as I know refusal can result in disappointment.