Interracial Domination Duo

"Group 2 not only watches interracial porn, they have all sorts of interracial sex in real life. The white men are actively engaged with gay sex with Black men in percentages too staggering for my little mind to comprehend. There are so many married white women having gangbangs in hotels with Black men they meet on craigslist it should be considered a national pastime. My domain, where I came from, fetish and domination websites, they have millions of profiles with pictures with white men showing their faces proclaiming that they are submissive to the superior Black race. But those same men have never once challenged their erroneous beliefs about Blacks. They still hold on to the core racist beliefs that Black men are only as valuable as the inches between their legs, that Black women are ghetto hoochies and reality star drama queens. The same white men who are sucking black dicks in glory holes and the back seat of their cars, who are pimping their wives out to Black men for unprotected sex, are the same ones in corporate boardrooms who are making deals that keep Black people disenfranchised and oppressed."

"The third group is where I fell when I first met Ma'am. I was in the silent offenders. I knew that Black lives mattered and that terrible racial injustice existed. I knew that the hatred of Obama was because of his race but I didn't have to think about it too much so I could be upset for the total amount of time it took me to read a news article and then compartmentalize it and put it away. The third group of whites thinks racism is bad but they aren't willing to do anything about it, they don't want to rock the boat, so they are just as complicit as the first two categories. The issue with the third group is that while they won't burn a cross and they a have sincere desire not to be racist, they still are because you can't be anti-racist until you study, until you learn, until you dismantle the fucked up baggage that we whites have inherited that tells us that the sun rises and sets around us. That's what I didn't understand until I met Mistress. She showed me that my apathy meant that I was contributing to the problem, that I was in fact, racist. That's the hardest thing for white people to hear. There is no greater insult than to be called racist."

"The final group doesn't even make up one half of one percent of the white population. The last group are the true anti-racists who acknowledge that we have privileges based on our race and that history has been distorted to depict us as superior when we as a race have been guilty of the most heinous aggressions against people of color around the globe. The last group has taken off our rose-colored glasses and we see the hypocrisy and irony of stealing land, enslaving people and then proclaiming yourself superior. We, the last group, are truly the minority. It's my job as part of that minority to fight racism with every ounce of my being. Ma'am taught me that. "

Andre's jaw almost hit the floor. He paused momentarily to collect his thoughts. "Ain't that some shit! I've never even heard a black person explain it so succinctly before. Is this for real?" Asali and Todd both smiled. "So wait a minute. I'm willing to concede that this guy is on some new shit. No doubt. But I'm still a little confused about the sucking and fucking part. Don't think I missed the part about him sucking your lovers off. I know he hasn't ever sucked my dick so whose dick is he sucking exactly? You bring other men over here for him to screw while you watch? Is that what you do on the nights you aren't with me?"

Asali could do nothing but apologize again. It was her fault Andre had all these doubts and insecurities. If she had been honest with him from the beginning none of this would be an issue right now. She explained that they had not had anyone else involved in their play in almost a year. She also explained that she felt a sense of obligation to Todd to him to keep him aroused so that he could continue to fight for justice both at work and at home because she didn't feel that his efforts to put his life on the line to fight for equality should go unrewarded and she didn't just want to release him from ownership.

"On the nights I spend time with him, I usually let him sniff my pantyhose and massage my feet. I might fuck him with a dildo or a strapon until he releases. When I think he's done a particularly good job at work, when he's exposed something major, I will let him have my panties to sniff and lick while he masturbates. I allow him to wear a butt plug when he's at home and I keep him aroused with stories of how you fuck me. That's how he knew exactly who you were when you knocked on the door. He is allowed to fuck himself with toys and I even got a machine that I turn on really slowly and I keep him edging for a few hours while I tease him. I've told him that I will allow him to see other Dommes and even date other women but he's okay with the situation as it is. Seeing as we are in full confession mode I have to tell you that it turns me on to get him in that sub space where he craves stimulation. I do get aroused. I make sure I release all that arousal allllll over you when we are together but Todd is not the only one getting pleasure from our little sessions."

Andre got up and walked around the small apartment. He was trying to collect his thoughts. Even though Todd had seen pictures of Andre seeing him in person was a little overwhelming in real life. They made a beautiful couple. The man pacing back and forth made love to the woman of his dreams, it was hard to wrap his mind around. Todd felt something emotional welling up inside him but it wasn't exactly jealousy. It was pride. There was joy in knowing that his Mistress was happy, that she had found someone so much like her that complimented her. If there were any feelings of jealousy, it was in his desire to see what was beneath that dress shirt and slacks that fit his toned body.

Andre cleared his throat. "OK, how do you say it, full confession mode? Alright, I have some confessing to do too. I've been . . . there have been a few . . . I know some white guys who love to take a walk on the wild side, or the dark side if you will. At every point in my life I've had white men trying to get in my pants. When I was in college, the coach of the football team would bend over the desk and beg to get pounded. Shit, my roommate sucked me off every night. Whenever I'm single, I know I can always go online and within a few hours, meet up with some white guy who is willing to suck me off with no strings attached. I used to know this couple and the guy wanted to watch while I fucked his wife but that didn't do it for me so much. Fucking white women is not that great compared to sistas."

Todd chuckled, "Ain't that right," and they shared a bonding moment.

"If I'm being fully honest," Andre continued, "I love the power of having white men service me, bow to me. I've often tried to do what you guys are doing here but on a much smaller scale. I've tried to get white men to see my humanity, not objectify me when they are down there on their knees, sucking my dick. I tell them about what it means to be a Black man, that it is much more than having a big dick, but I've never invested any time in them. I've never wanted anything to do with them after I get my nut. I've never met anyone like Todd though, that's for sure. It makes sense that I'm clearly not the only Black man being serviced by white men and I know it's extremely prevalent I just never, I mean you just never hear anything about it in the media so it's easy to believe that it's isolated and rare if you don't examine and think about it."

In the blink of an eye, things went from zero to sixty. Asali stood up and kissed Andre. She was turned on by his revelations, by the ease with which he was able to share his history with her. She was aroused because she had spent months fantasizing about him joining her and Todd and them dominating him together: she the psychological manipulatrix who was able to arouse him with just a whisper and Andre who was willing to lend his Hershey colored temple of perfection to be worshiped and adored while she watched. This was her kinky dreams come true.

She pulled away and turned her head to Todd. "Todd, meet your new Daddy." Andre, still caught up in the rapture of her sweet, seductive kiss, squeezed her ass playfully, speaking in their non-verbal code that he was down for anything and everything that she had in mind. He loved her. He, like Todd, wanted anything that made her happy.

Todd responded to the sound of Asali's sexy voice like a Pavlovian dog, his breathing got quicker and the nerve endings in his body were on full alert and his mouth salivated. He loved seeing her aroused.

"Come with me," she said and she pulled Andre along behind her as she went to the bedroom door. She gave instructions before opening it. "The rules are the same for you as they are for my sweet submissive. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, no always means no, and there are no judgements within these walls."

She probably had to explain those rules to the other people that entered the room but he and she had been lovers for a while, he understood her in all her complex and beguiling wonder. He was trusting that she understood the reason for his deception was based on the same fear of rejection that she had had with him. He was reasonably assured that she was not going to think less of him if he revealed a past that was not 100% what he had previously admitted to. He had butterflies in his stomach but his hardening erection worked to distract him just a bit.

Inside the room it was just as he had imagined. There was a large, queen-sized bed on the right side of the room, clearing the way for the rest of the space that had sex toys and equipment set up all over. There was what was the equivalent of a dog's bed at the foot of the bed. Andre pointed and asked, "Is that where you sleep?"

Todd shook his head no. "I used to. I mean, I would sleep there when Ma'am would sleep here or when we had company. But she hasn't slept her in a long time and Mistress told me that it was fine if I slept in the bed every night, that she didn't mind. She's always been so thoughtful and generous that way. It's one of the reasons I fell in luuhhhhhvvv . . ." His words trailed off into the ethosphere. He knew he had overstepped his boundaries. Sure, he and Andre had bonded but his role was as a submissive, not a lover. He never wanted his Queen to know that he loved her because he didn't want her to be burdened with such unnecessary information. She would never love him back and he knew it. It was an unrequited love that tortured his every waking thought but it was also the same impetus to the sweet imprisonment of eternal servitude at the feet of the one he adored more than any other.

Sensing his discomfort, Asali tilted his eyes towards her, lifting his chin with her finger. "I've known you loved me from the day I told you that you belonged to me. It was pretty easy to figure out. Listen . . . I love you, too. With that, she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

Ten thousand volts of electricity shot through Todd's body. The world could end in that second and he would die the happiest man on earth. He was in a daze. He wasn't even entirely sure what happened. All he knew was his very next conscious experience was watching Asali and Andre making love on the bed in front of him. He was nude, restrained in chastity, nipple clamps firmly in place, and one of his vibrating butt plugs was in his ass. Asali had never had sex with anyone in front of him before. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

It was exactly as if Todd was living the experience through Andre, like their consciences got mixed up somehow and Todd could look down and see and feel what Andre was experiencing. He could feel the warmth of her lips as he kissed them and the fullness of her magnificent breasts capped by protruding rock-hard nipples that were created to be sucked. In the heat of the moment they changed bodies and Andre gifted him with the opportunity to experience Heaven on Earth. Every thrust he gave her, burying his dick in the deep recesses of her exquisite universe, was him giving his heart his soul and his love and feeling her wet, hot, slippery, frothy love being given in return.

Andre was purposed. He had become masterful at reading Asali's body and crafting his love-making around her responses. Her moans told him everything he wanted to know in a covert code of grunts and groans that translated to how much pleasure she was experiencing. Soft whimpers let him know that she was luxuriating in the sensations and wanted them to last as long as possible. Loud breathing meant that she was climbing the ladder of ecstasy and craved more stimulation. Feral, hedonistic grunts of un- intelligible origins signaled that she was in a primal state between the throes of pure, unadulterated pleasure and cosmic, orgasmic bliss.

Asali rode him. She rode him hard. She was taking her own pleasure and nothing could stop her. Todd stood mesmerized. The room filled with the scent of her wet pussy and sweat and pheromones. Breathing deeply, intoxicated and bewildered, Todd's soul ached. Before his eyes, he could see his Mistress cumming, impaling herself on the erect staff of her true Ebony King. Exhausted, she fell to the bed; exhausted and satisfied.

Andre, satisfied and drained sexually and emotionally but still unfulfilled physically, signaled for Todd to kneel at his feet as he stood. It was Todd's turn to whimper and moan. He knelt before the powerful man and looked up. He dare not make a move until told to do so. Andre's dick was beautiful: thick and long and standing proud and tall. With his hands on his hips he directed Todd, "SUCK IT!"

Trembling, light-headed, Todd reached for that dick and held it in his white hand. The contrast in coloring was amazing to him. Even in the darkness of the evening light, he could clearly see the glistening juices of his Mistress thickly coating the entire length of that gorgeous penis. His tongue came out of his parted lips and touched the silky glans of his new Daddy. Salty, sweet precum mixed with heady, earthy lady-cum and filled his taste buds. Todd licked like a puppy licks his brand new owner's face on Christmas morning. He wanted to taste every drop. As many times as he'd imagined it, as many times as he had fantasized about tasting his Mistress' pussy, never had he imagined it would taste like such sublime joy.

Todd transitioned from licking to full-on sucking rather smoothly. Before long, he was handling it like a pro, like he had been trained, and practiced, and he loved to do. He used all his skills. He wanted to please Asali and Andre equally. He wanted her to know that he had been worth the investment and that he appreciated everything she had given him, made him into being. He wanted to please him because he wanted his new Dom to enjoy being serviced and pleasured by a white man, to want more, to feed him that dick and let him swallow that cum all the time. He wanted to be a slut for his new Daddy.

Andre was blown away for the second time in one night. Meeting a white man who had the racial sensitivity and consciousness of the most ardent Black activist and academic was mind-blowing. Having that same white man on his knees in front of him and giving him head that was blowing his mind as he was about to blow his wad was too much to process. Andre gently started fucking his face, not brutally at all, but he clearly took control.

Todd's senses were on overload. In a parallel, surreal universe this could never happen. But it was happening, here and now. And just when he thought things couldn't get any better, he felt her presence kneeling directly behind him. Her moist, naked flesh pressed against his back. Her nails pinched his nipples. She whispered in his ear, "Suck that beautiful dick for me. Show me how you love it. Show me how much you need it. Prove to Dre that you love sucking his heavy, thick, hard, Ebony column."

Todd did just that. He sucked that dick and put the most enthusiastic female cocksucker to shame. Andre spurred him on. "Yeah, suck that cum out of my balls. You want this cum? You want it? Work for it. Show me that you love the feel of my dick in your mouth. Of fuck, that's it. Come on. I've got a nice bigggggg . . . Ohh shiiiit."

Todd didn't miss a drop.

As with most fairy tales, they all lived happily ever after. But it wasn't the end. It was just the beginning in fact. Andre, Todd, and Asali embarked on an erotic journey together. One that would push all their boundaries and have them re-define their limits.

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