Ebony and Ivory Ch. 01

[Thanks to Richar for the edition.]

Freyja had been on the treadmill for an ungodly amount of time. Her voluptuous body trotted with a sensual rhythm, her hips swaying side to side, causing her buttocks to jiggle beneath the tight fabric of her pink leggings. Each stride was a step towards her goals, a testament to her resilience and desire to improve.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and the gym was empty. Soft jazz rap music filtered through the speakers. She had always loved 'The Black Pearl', a black-owned gym in ethnically diverse Detroit. It had more of a speakeasy vibe with its rich brick walls and the multitude of vinyl records lining the walls. It was nestled in the heart of a fashionable district and within walking distance of her rented apartment.

She tried to focus on her breathing and the steady pace of her training. Her body protested and her muscles ached but she ignored the discomfort and kept going. Her determination and commitment were unwavering. Eventually, she slowed to a relaxed walk and took a moment to catch her breath. Her legs felt like they were made of lead and her lungs burned with the effort. But she also felt a surge of pride and saw herself reflected in the mirror. Each step she took made her large breasts --a source of both pride and discomfort-- bounce gently under her stretched white crop top, making a small Thor's hammer pendant jump over their round fullness. Her smooth, alabaster skin, large doe-like, hazel eyes, and delicate features gave her an almost angelic quality. Her full lips were always curved into a gentle smile, and her hair had a soft, silky texture, even now when sweaty and tied back in a ponytail.

She glanced at her smartwatch and saw that it was getting late. It was already dark outside the gym, and it looked like she was the last person workingout. She turned off the treadmill and entered the large area of the gym that held the exercise machines, benches, cable sets, and dumbbells.

The sound of gloves pounding leather drew her towards a door. She peered in through the single glass pane. and saw a solitary figure working on the punching bag, hitting it hard and fast as he danced around the large black bag. It was a very large black man in a black t-shirt, the sleeves of which were cut off, wearing grey shorts. His strong calves and muscled arms were on open display and his biceps glistened with a sheen of sweat as he savagely delivered pounding hit after pounding hit to the vibrating bag.

Spotting a bench nearby, Freyja walked over and took a seat. Feeling the coolness of the metal through her sweat-drenched leggings, she leaned back and closed her eyes for a moment and tried to steady her breathing. The air from the fan was refreshing against her flushed skin as she sat catching her breath. Then after a moment, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She quickly opened her eyes and looking up saw the black man coming around the corner, wearing a dark hoodie and short grey shorts. Easily six foot three inches tall, his lanky frame was at the same time compact, muscled, and without an ounce of fat. His dark chocolate skin shimmered with sweat.

As he approached Freyja, he slowed down, giving her a friendly nod.

"Good evening," he said with a warm smile. His voice took her by surprise when he spoke. It was deeper than she had imagined, in the baritone range and was pleasant even though it held an underlying power. He was handsome and somewhere in his late-twenties. A scar appeared to slice through his thick lips and his nose looked as though it had been broken a few times. But all in all it gave him a rough charm.

"Good evening," Freyja replied, a bit surprised by her answer but trying to remain composed.

The black man looked penetratingly at the college-aged blonde and gestured to the bench. "Mind if I sit here for a moment?" Unconsciously, he lifted his shirt to use it to wipe away some sweat from his face which revealed his v-shaped hips and a chiseled six-pack.

"No problem. Go ahead," Freyja said, scooting over slightly to make room.

He sat, relaxing beside her while his muscular frame took up a significant portion of the bench. Freyja could feel his dark eyes burning into her, and from peripheral vision, she watched his mouth curl into a sly smile.

"A nice day for the gym, isn't it?" the black man asked, glancing at her sweat-drenched outfit.

"Yeah, especially since I'm trying to get in shape," Freyja said, feeling self-conscious but smiling. She was sitting under a spotlight, causing the droplets of perspiration to glisten on her cleavage, drawing the black male's attention to the deep valley between her full breasts. As she wiped the sweat from her face, her arm brushed against her chest, causing her pale tits to jiggle slightly. She also had a small hoop she had recently added to her tight little belly button.

"I'd say you've got it," the black man quickly replied and Freyja smiled, flattered. Despite her initial hesitation, she enjoyed the black man's presence which she found unexpectedly comforting. He had this easy smile that combined effortlessly with a dominant charm. "My name's Ogun, by the way. Nice to meet you".

"I'm Freyja and it's nice to meet you too." Long light eyelashes framed eyes that were light hazel, green-ringed brown, tracked him with a morbid wonderment. Her hair was that peculiar vivid scarlet threaded with gold, tied in a loose ponytail in the back. Her face was what he always imagined a Norse goddess to be like; high cheekbones, light, arching eyebrows, and skin as smooth and unblemished as a marble statue. A silver piercing adorned her adorable nose.

Ogun leaned forward, close enough that she could feel the blow of his breathing. "You speak really good English, despite your accent. Where are you from?"

"Norway. And you?" Freyja gave him a flashing, charming smile, her dimples deepening. She was in her second year of studying at a medical school and she had enthusiastically embraced American urban culture.

"I was born here, but my parents came from Congo." For a moment, his accent sounded rougher, from the wrong side of Belmont (as if there was even a good side).

After a few moments of comfortable silence, the man stood up and walked over to the soda machine.

"You want anything?" Ogun asked his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.

"No, thanks. I'm good," she said.

But he got two isotonic drinks anyway and set one on the bench. Freyja could only nod, her cheeks flushed with nervousness.

She shrugged, pressing her chest together, and the Thor's hammer pendant sank between her full breasts. "Thank you." She smiled as her hand reached out and took the can.

"It's hot," he said, staring at her.

"Yeah. It's a little warm."

"I wasn't talking about the weather." Ogun drank it quickly and began to remove his sweat-drenched hoodie. Freyja watched, her eyes widening in shock as he revealed his huge, sculpted muscles and dark, tattooed skin under a sleeveless t-shirt. He looked like a living statue covered in tribal symbols. His biceps and shoulders were massive, every muscle defined and prominent.

She couldn't help but blush, and tried to cover up it by taking a sip of the drink and asking about the logo on his shirt. "Ice Cube? 'Raw Footage' is my fav."

"Really? And how did you get into Hip Hop, whooty girl?" he asked, smiling.

"Seed was planted when I was only a teen. It was the summer of 2011. I was on vacation, and I heard Ray-J's 'What I Need'. It captivated my mind. The day after I bought 'Raydiation' and the rest is history..."

"Rap is often escapism for white girls trapped in safe, conservative households," he added knowingly. Despite his appearance, he was far from a thug. His rugged appearance masked a sharp intellect.

"Definitely," answered Freyja. "Ray-J was a life-changing experience..."

"And his sex tape with Kim Kardashian too, I guess." He looked down at the blonde knowing the truth. Knowing that regardless of what she'd said to hide her true feelings it was written all over her. "Come on, be honest with me. This is like Las Vegas," he said with a disarming smile, "Whatever you say in this room stays in this room."

Freyja's eyes widened for a split second before she chuckled and then quickly averted her gaze, feeling a rush of embarrassment and a sudden, unexpected arousal. She remembered how disgusted her mother grew whenever she saw an interracial couple on TV. She recalled the stern older woman shaking her head and hissing how younger girls ruined their lives hooking up with black men, and suddenly she realized how she looked at that moment. Her nipples were hard and protruding and wearing nothing but a sweaty sports bra put them on embarrassing display.

"Yeah. Kind of. I guess it helped." was what she managed to get out as she felt her face flush and her arousal mount. Somehow Ogun's words were making a slow, heady heat build in her sex.

"Most snowbunnies want a bit of a gangsta lean," Ogun said. "Hip Hop has grown appealing to most rich white college students..."

"Well, I'm not one of those. Private loans eat into my earnings, and I make barely enough to make ends meet." Having a shitty salary as a barista at a cafe, Freyja found herself living in a small, shared, and miserable-looking apartment.

"Sorry about that," he said, noticing her embarrassment. "But I get it... In my hood, three things a brotha can grow up to be: an artist, a sportsman, or a gangsta. I used to be a competitive boxer since I was about sixteen, did some amateur fights, and still do random fights every so often. In the mornings I work as a personal trainer at this gym."

"Well that explains everything," Freyja said quietly, trying to regain her composure.

"Explains what?" he said, smiling back with a friendly and disarming expression.

"That I hadn't seen you before and that you're, um, so fit," she admitted, her cheeks burning. She looked down and couldn't help but notice the undeniable bulge in his grey shorts riding low on his hips, revealing the elastic of his Calvin Klein boxers. Her sex and her brain were having a heated discussion right now.

He chuckled softly. "Thanks. I've been training for years. It's a big part of my life. For me stamina is important. So I make sure I'm able to pump load after load," he paused for a moment to take a sip of an energy drink. "Load after load of iron, I mean."

Goosebumps rose on her skin. On the one hand, Freyja was taken aback by his audacity and confidence, but on the other, she was enjoying the raw flirting. And try as she might, she couldn't take her eyes off his crotch even though she knew she should look away. It took all of her willpower to look at Ogun, whose smile (and confidence) had grown bigger with each exchange.

"I get it," Freyja began, slowly standing up, arching her back as she did. "Sometimes I push my limits too far as well."

"I believe that, but what was wrong with your workout?"

Freyja rose from her cleavage-revealing position and turned to show off what she knew was her best asset, an ass that was at least four sizes too big for her frame. "I'm just..." She shrugged, then began doing a series of stretches, sticking her chest out. "I'm sore. Real sore."

Out of the corner of her eye, Freyja saw him swallow hard, his jaw clenching. He shifted like he was adjusting his stance, but she knew the reason.

"Sore?" Ogun echoed in a raspy whisper. "Your hips?'"

"Yeah, I'm just really, um..." She gulped as she stared right into his dark eyes. "I'm really tight. Here." She stroked her belly towards her left thigh. Ogun's heavy eyes turned down, lingering on a slowly moving bead of sweating slithering down her stomach like thick, golden oil. The college student watched his throat bob as he swallowed and looked back up at her. "Do you think you could --um-- stretch me out?" She quietly asked, wetting her lips.

The black man clenched his jaw. His torso seemed to expand, his muscles tightening, as he inhaled deeply through his wide nose. Freyja's skin broke out into goosebumps, her nipples were incredibly hard and pushing against the material of her bra like two pebbles under a wet cloth.

Ogun nodded to the mat they used for the ab exercises. "Get down on the mat there and lay on your back." The implied command in this statement wrapped in the huskiness of his voice made her sex twitch and goosebumps appear on her arms.

Sensing the power behind his statement she obeyed without thought. Laying before him apprehension began to flutter in heart as she lifted her head to watch him kneel in between her feet, slightly spreading her legs apart. She held her breath both in anticipation and some fear of what she had done. He cleared his throat and grabbed her left thigh, palms clutching her below the knee. Staring into her startled eyes, he pushed her knee to her chest while leaning forward over her. Hips slotted against her thigh, Freyja watched as Ogun let out a shuddering breath. She bit her lip, fighting off a groan as he pressed down on a knot she didn't know was there. It hurt but felt so good.

Ogun looked up at her face. "You're tight."

"Told you." She mumbled, squeezing her eyes as he pressed down. "I've been working too hard."

"No pain no gain."

She heard him make an amused huff. Ogun pressed down more against her muscles, she felt a bulk under his shorts pressing her thigh and a tiny moan fell from her lips. He stopped right away. "Is this okay?" Ogun asked after a moment.

"Yeah," Freyja said quickly as sweat began to bead on her forehead. "Go harder."

Her request was instantly fulfilled. The pressure on her upper legs increased and she released a loud groan. The black man outweighed her by over a hundred pounds. She could feel his massive muscles tensing underneath his smooth, dark skin.

"Like that?" He asked her. His bare cock pressed against her thighs through the thin layer of her shorts, throbbing so hard she could feel it even through the cloth barrier.

"Yes." She breathily replied, not at all concerned with how she sounded. The raw power of him made her feel impossibly small yet undeniably safe.

After a hard push that ended with her knee brushing on her forehead, Freyja accidentally swore, the noise sounding too much like something she'd utter with a lover in the throes of passion and the privacy of her bedroom.

"Oh fuck yes." She moaned, throwing her head back and arching her chest out. Soon he was rolling out the muscles in her quad. Freyja also could feel wetness starting to develop in her slit and her little nub of flesh flared with pleasure. She was grateful he could see her face.

"Hurts a bit." She admitted with a slight grimace. Her eyes watched his thick lips pull into a tiny grin. Her hazel eyes lifted to find him.

"It's because you're so tight," he answered. Another push and the embarrassing pressure in her hip increased. His cock felt massive, extremely thick, impossible to ignore.

"Good thing you're here to stretch me out." Freyja's heart pounded as she tried to steady her breath, her body still humming with the lingering sensation of his warmth and power.

Ogun pushed more. There was a tug in her hip flexor and she whimpered. "Do you want me to stretch you out completely?" His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his posture told her everything. His shorts were damp with their combined juices.

"Please."

Freyja moaned when he grabbed her chin with one hand and covered her mouth with his. It was a punishing kiss, unforgiving, demanding and controlling. Ogun pushed his tongue into her mouth to taste her and she surrendered her control to him. He nipped her plump lips, relishing the way her flesh felt between his teeth as her breath came in waves and moans emanated from deep within her.

She knew it wasn't a great idea. They were next to the gym's locker room. At any moment, someone could walk in on them; they could get caught but seemed oblivious to it. Ogun grasped the bottom of her sweat-soaked sports bra and yanked it up and over her head in one fluid motion. Freyja's massive breasts sprung free with a heavy bouncing and jiggling before settling into their natural state, while Freyja's pulse hammered in her throat, in time with the aching throb that had begun between her legs. Her nipples stiffened even more as they were slowly but inexorably exposed to the cool air.

He cupped her breasts, lifting them, as though considering their weight and judging their worth for his ownership. They felt heavy but pliable in his hands and were works of art. Ogun sucked hard on the curve of one while massaging the nipple of the other. Immediately, Freyja arched toward him, offering herself to his eager mouth.

"So fucking pretty tits." He mumbled, blowing over her nipple. "Watching these bounce in your tight sports bra made me so hard."

His powerful hands kneaded her breasts, nearly crushing them in his grasp, bringing her to the heady edge of pain and the ecstasy of pleasure. Her pale skin was a sharp contrast to his black fingers. Her partial nudity --her flat stomach, full breasts, and rosy nipples whispered quietly of her submission to his power.

Then he began to suck on her left breast, squeezing the other between his strong fingers. The sensation was so painful that Freyja gave a muffled yelp in response, and Ogun bit her nipple more furiously and let the tip of it pop out, making a wet sound as he drops her tit. When Freyja moaned, Ogun took the opportunity to push two fingers into her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered as her tongue rubbed the intruding digits and her lips sucked the ebony invaders as a sign of her surrender to his will. Ogun smiled to himself as he watched her obediently suck his fingers. She was already learning her place he thought to himself as he felt his erection twitch in hungry anticipation of possessing this woman.

As Ogun tossed his shirt aside, showing a large tattoo reading "BLACK POWER" emblazoned across his massive pectorals, their lips crashed back together and Freyja hooked her fingers into the waistband of her leggings hastily pulling them down along with her skimpy black thong. Ogun sucked in a hiss of air as she shyly revealed her hairless pussy to him. Then she slowly displayed the left side of her inner hip which displayed a small Valkyrie tattoo that intentionally drew the eye to her bare sex. Ogun almost asked if it held a meaning, but checked himself knowing that not only that this wasn't the time, but that there would be many more occasions where not only would she explain the meaning of the Valkyrie to him, and others, but also explain the other tattoos his mind had already planned for her in that split second.

His shorts were drenched with sweat, clinging to him in such a way that when he stood up, the outline of his cock was fully displayed before Freyja's eyes. Arrogance filled him at the way she glanced at his groin. There was an obvious hunger in her eyes and demeanor but also a fear of the unknown.

"Alright girl," with one hand, he pulled his shorts down, and with the other, he pulled his cock out of its confinement.

"Shit." Freyja said.

Still flaccid, the African cock was easily eight inches long, drooping over a pair of heavy, kiwi-sized testicles. The purplish-black glans were partially hooded, and a single prominent vein throbbed along the underside, pulsing visibly --a dark, pulsing tower of flesh pointing directly at her face. Nothing like her ex boyfriend's modest, pale penis. It was raw, animalistic, terrifyingly large - it was majestic. Its length and thickness almost equaled her pale white forearm but its pulsing vein gave it a life of its own. A life she somehow knew in here heart of hearts she could never refuse but only serve and accept.

"I'm not sure it'll..." Freyja gasped, inhaling deeply. "Can I... can I touch it?" she asked innocently, licking her lips unconsciously.

She reached out, her fingers grazing the hard lines of his stomach before drifting lower, skimming over his thick, dark length with a timid mixture of curiosity and reverence. Her small, pale fingers delicately wrapped around the massive dark thickness of a primal image that was burned into her brain. The stark contrast of white flesh reverently holding the black flesh symbolizing dark lust and submission made her core tighten with want. Testing its weight, she marveled at not only its size but its texture and scent as well. She watched in fascination as it twitched in response to her touch on the smooth black skin of Ogun's glans. She wrapped her small hand around it marveling at how much bigger it was than her ex's penis, easily double the size as well as the weight

With a smirk, Ogun placed his massive hand over Freyja's gently guiding her up and down as she began to stroke him. She could feel the heat radiating off of his thick manhood and could see tiny beads of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

"Mmm... just like that, snow bunny," Ogun watched her with hungry eyes.

"Do... you like it?" Freyja feigned innocence.

Ogun's response was to pull her close to him and kiss her deeply their bodies pressed tightly together with Freyja's hand never leaving Ogun's cock. As his mouth devoured hers, the dick in her right hand throbbed, hardening, and her fingers and thumb grew more distant.

Breaking the kiss, she brought her hands up to Ogun's chest and pushed him back slightly. She lay down and spread her legs surrendering herself to him.

On his knees, Ogun dropped his thick onyx monolith onto her pale stomach so Freyja could forsee what was about to happen. His dark balls rested with churning heat against her rosy, dripping folds, his vast shaft twitching while precum steadily flowed from the plump purple glans to drool onto her navel. The contrast of her pale whiteness to his chocolate skin looked so beautiful... so right.

"Look at you..., look at that pretty pale pussy creaming for Daddy," muttered Ogun.

She watched as his dark hands gripped her pale thighs, spreading her open. Then Ogun guided the tip of his massive black cock, coating it with her sex's wetness and parting her lips. He rubbed it slowly against her lower lips, pressing up for it to seek her soft center. Her clit was a throbbing button as her lower lips kissed his massive glans. Freyja moaned softly.

"You want it?" He asked smashing himself harder against her.

"Yes, please" Freyja begged before biting back on her bottom lip. There was no point in denying it.

"Say it." The fierce glare behind his hypnotizing eyes demanded her obedience.

"I... want your... black cock." She said between moans as she began to writhe on the mat. "Please, please."

He complied sliding into her tight pussy, slowly stretching her. His hips began a gently rocking motion that was opening her up as his thick meat steadily pushed into her. The fullness she felt as he slowly entered her was both alarming and enticing. Pain rose but so did pleasure. She felt small, helpless, and yet so alive. She felt herself changing... she was empowered, yet submitting, pure yet evil, forbidden yet desires... this was more than she'd ever experienced in her life.

His dark eyes looked down as he watched his ebony cock push into her pink pussy. "Damn... you're so fucking tight."

He pulled back ever so slightly, seeing how her wetness was coating the head of his cock, and he pressed in a bit more as his hand squeezed her breasts, and his hips gently edged his dick deeper and deeper into her pussy.

"God, yes," she breathed.

Freyja placed her hands atop his shoulders and looked down, watching as he guided his dark manhood into her. Her core pulsed with need, enthused something so big would be filling it.

Bending over, Ogun cradled her head as his mouth found hers, kissing her deeply. She melted into his embrace but her body was still twitching with anxiousness. He pushed maybe a third of himself in and she immediately gasped. Ogun swore, eyes tightly shut as he leaned down more, body weight resting on his forearms. His black cock was halfway in and Freyja started wheezing, pain carving inside her.

"Ogun I-I don't... I can't..." She frantically blubbered, but her panicked whispers were hushed with his lips.

"Yes, you can. Just breathe." His deep voice was soft but had a hint of dominance.

"It hurts... Ogun..." She gasped, muscles shaking as her body tried to accept him. "God, it's too fucking huge..." She had never felt like this while having sex, didn't even know she could feel like this.

"I'm going to give you a bit more, take a deep breath."

She inflated her chest with air, his eyes boring into her own as he faintly smiled.

"Good girl, now exhale."

When she released her breath, Ogun slid himself in deeper. She immediately groaned, eyes screwing shut at the pressure that began to rise.

"Ogun..." She gasped.

"I know, I know, slutty Norse damsel. You're so tight." He kissed her lips messily. "Breathe in."

She did, then released a shaky breath. His hips pushed closer to hers. The burning stretch inside her core made her dizzy. Ogun moaned. It was a fucking tight fit, even with how wet she was, and the walls of her cunt felt like velvet as they gripped his cock, stretching to accommodate his massive girth.

"You're doing so well... Stretching over my black cock, such a good white slut."

She kept thinking that there could not possibly be more of him, that there was no way she could fit more inside, but then he moved his hips again and she'd feel the head of his cock push even deeper inside of her. Minutes were passing and he hadn't pushed himself fully inside. He stopped for a while, allowing them both to relax and also get used to the other's body. Freyja's fingers curled into fists as she tried to force her body to relax.

"M-more." She requested. Her stomach relaxed, muscles calming. "I want to feel all of you."

"You are going to be a good whore. You love my black cock, don't you?" He said. It was a plain insult, but the way he said it pushed a button deep inside her mind that sent a thrill through her whole body.

"Shut the fuck up," she hissed then looked down at their joining and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him slowly. "Sorry. I will try harder to please you."

Smiling Ogun kissed her softly and gave another slow, long thrust. The pressure of his glans against her cervix reverberated through her body as she realized he was all the way in. She felt relief, pride, and commitment. He was completely inside her --ten inches of thick, throbbing black cock buried to the hilt in her warm pussy, his heavy balls pressed against her thighs. He kissed her again and she felt her mind open to him as her body had just done.

"Feel that, Bitch?" he grunted. "That's what a real man feels like."

It throbbed, the veins of his shaft feeling like they were leaving impressions inside her, pressing against places no man had ever touched, and this was a real man. His sheer physical fullness was overwhelming her, making it hard for her to think, to breathe, to do anything but exist as a vessel for his pleasure. "Bitch" he had called her. Yes she was one now. His bitch, his property, his woman. She couldn't stop fluttering and they both panted and moaned into each other's mouth. She had never experienced something quite as equally painful and delicious. She had thought she was only going to submit her body, but now realized she was also submitting her soul to this man.

His face fell to her shoulder, tongue, and teeth lapping at her neck. The girth and length of his cock was more than what she had ever had; he had taken her virginity again. Freyja ran her nails across his back as she tried to conceal her moans.

"So. Fucking. Deep." She whispered, opening her eyes when Ogun's face over hers.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Both were gasping for air. Their thighs were slick with sweat and each other's juices. His chest was pressed into hers and his forehead rested on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She gulped and peered up at him. "Can you just go on? I want to feel more." She begged and with deliberate slowness, Ogun's hips drew back. She moaned, surprised by how amazing the simple movement felt; her walls clung to his shaft, and each inch he drew back tugged at them. Then he thursted forward and his cock jammed itself mercilessly into her cunt. The overbearing pressure overwhelmed her, the world became blurry with tears and the sound of their hearts beating as one filled her mind.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget what life was like before this big black cock was inside you," he growled as he raised himself pulling her closer. Muscles coiling and releasing as he gave her more. He pressed down on her as he buried himself to the hilt and the black snake kissed her womb again and again. Her walls tightened around him and a burning fire grew in her stomach. With each measured thrust, she could tell he was barely restraining himself from slamming her into the mat like a ragdoll. "You'll get used to this, bitch. Your pussy is mine now and your body belongs to me."

"God, yes... make me yours," she moaned, clamping onto his neck. "Go faster." She looked needy, desperate, and on the verge of crying. An evil smile broke over his dark face and he quietly chuckled as he heard her moaned reply.

He began to steadily increase his pace and varying his thrusts. His cock's assault on her pussy seemed endless. It overpowered all her senses so that Freyja was barely able to form a coherent thought. She clung to him and continued to moan her acceptance of his dominion. His weight moved on her then off, then on, then off all in time to his penetrations of her. She felt the rhythm, the heat, heard the roar of blood in her veins, shut her eyes, and focused on the delicious pull inside her.

"Yes... ooohhh... yeeeesss... yes!" She dug her nails into his back. "Thank you, Daddy, oh fuck, thank you! Be rough with me. Don't hold back."

Each thrust was a declaration of ownership, a brand on her pure soul that she would carry with her forever. No one had ever taken her like this before, and she had always been too meek to ask for it, but the raw truth that she could barely admit to herself was that Freyja loved it.

"It's so fucking cute when a white slut like you takes my black cock." He sucked harder into her neck. "You are doing well letting me stretch out that white cunt of yours."

Freyja was sobbing now, her loud cries of pleasure and pleas for him not to stop sounding around the gym. "Oh god! I'm so close..." She moaned and, without warning, Ogun lifted her legs and threw them over his biceps. Her ankles snapped together above his muscular shoulder blades, and he reciprocated, falling forward and crushing her body underneath his. The sudden length of his reach inside caused her to cry. Her eyes prickled with tears and her body was confused as to what it was feeling. "Use me," she begged softly. "Fuck this white pussy!"

"Take it, slut. C'mon bitch, I know you can take it all." The black man's fingers clenched her waist so hard that bruises began to blossom under his fingertips. The sound of his fat shaft plunging in and out of her drenched channel grew louder, wetter, and more obscene with each stroke, stretching, pulling, sliding. Ogun was demanding more and more from her body, pushing her to her boundaries and showing her the limits she set for herself were easy to break. The sex became hotter and hotter until her blood was boiling.

"Oguuuuuuun!" His hips snapped faster, splitting her in two. "Harder! Please... gimme all that black cock." She moaned between breaths, her body completely molded to his. Ogun's long shaft came nearly all the way out with each stroke, stretching her pussy in a way she never imagined, utterly filled, and she wanted it all. It was the best sex of her life.

"Oh fuck yeah, white slag! This id my white pussy now." Words spewed behind gritted teeth. The power in Ogun's hips made for earth-shaking thrusts. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, a raw and primal symphony of lust. Each impact sent shockwaves rippling through her body, her legs started to tremble with pleasure. Her movements became more frenzied, her body moving with a desperate urgency. Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, the heavy globes swaying and jiggling in a hypnotic display.

Freyja cooed, wept, and screeched as he fucked her as rough as he liked, her milky body was like a perfect glove to his ebony member. With each brutal thrust, she felt herself being stretched further and further, her pussy accommodating the immense size of his black cock, stretched to submission. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

"God yes! I-I need it... don't stop, don't stop! Give me that black dick! Please!" Freyja's flushed cheeks were stained with her tears. Her closed eyes were seeing black and white spots behind her lids. She came with an animalistic cry of his name on her lips. Pleasure rolled through her entire body, engulfing every nerve in the delicious drag of an all-consuming climax.

"That's it bitch... your cunt knows what it needs. A tight little white cunt taking me so well... Your sissy ex-boyfriend never fucked you like that, right?" He said, gloating, and pushed further into her as her walls pulsed over him.

As he drove deeper and deeper into her, Freyja realized he was about to cum and had no intention of pulling out. She'd never let a boyfriend come inside her before, at least not without a condom. But Freyja's hips lifted and her legs wrapped around his back. Her large breasts squished against his chest, soft and pale against his hard, black flesh. Her nails raked down his buttocks and she sank her teeth into his shoulder.

"Please... oh god.... please, fill me! Cum inside me, I want to feel your black cum," she whispered and began lifting her hips, impaling herself on his black monster. His reply was to thrust harder and deeper, and his moans of pleasure turned to grunts of carnal pleasure. "Oh my god, ohmygod, ohmygodohmygooood! Don't stop... don't pull out."

He roughly thrust his entire length inside her so hard that her back slid up the mat even more. The raw, dangerous intimacy of having him buried inside her, unprotected, pushed her over the edge. Ogun could feel her walls clamp down on his manhood and a deep, guttural growl ripped from his chest. His hips stuttered, his balls tightened, and his cock twitched violently within her depths as jet after jet of potent African seed flooded into the fertile depths of her Nordic womb. A fire exploded deep inside her pale body as a thick torrent of cum obliterated her thoughts. Ropes of thick warm goo filled her tight and fluttering inner walls.

Freyja's thighs trembled, crying out as a second, even more intense orgasm crashed over her. Her nails raked down his back, desperate to hold onto something, as she convulsed beneath him. Wave upon wave of pure, unadulterated bliss rolled through her, lifting her higher and higher until she was floating among the stars.

"Oh yes! Your Daddy is gonna knock you up, little bizzle..." Ogun buried his cock fully into her wet hole and rested his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled heavily as they struggled to regain their composure, their hearts beating almost in sync. Her arms reached for his head, and her legs tightened around his hips, locking him in place, refusing to let him go.

"Such a good little slut. I could stay buried in your pale cunt forever," he groaned. Another kiss was planted on her neck, "Were you on the pill?"

"Mmm? No, I'm not."

"Good," he said. "It's not as fun if there isn't a slight risk of impregnation." He tucked a strand of wet, reddish blonde hair behind her ear in a fatherly sort of way.

Freyja hadn't considered the lack of protection as a danger or something to be avoided. A switch had flipped deep inside her brain as an ancient instinct to be claimed by a true Alpha male became a natural, innate goal for her. The warm sensation of his hot black cum inside her was irresistible and she succumb to its siren song. The thought of his potent black seed penetrating deep into her and making her swell with a dark-skinned child made her body suddenly wracked.

For what seemed like hours, he stood there buried deep inside her, pulsing, pumping incredible amounts of sperm into her fertile white womb. Finally, he began to slowly pull out. Freyja's sex released his penis with a wet pop, a rush of emptiness washing over her as the rigid shaft left her still trembling and quivering body. A rivulet of thick sperm spilled out of her stretched cunt as he put his manhood back inside his shorts. Freyja was dazed, exhausted, and barely conscious, but she had also been branded, conquered, and now possessed by the black Adonis who stood above her.

"You have no idea how much I needed that." She looked well and truly fucked out whilst sprawled naked, her porcelain body glistening in both sweat and juices, her legs spread obscenely wide, panties hanging limply from her quivering leg. She swiped cum from her stomach with her fingers and then slipped them into her mouth, cleaning his juices off of her digits. Ogun's dense seed tasted sweet, slightly salty, and bitter, like white chocolate mixed with sea salt.

Pushing herself with some difficulty up on one trembling elbow, Freyja blinked and stood up, his cum slowly dripping out of her pulsing pussy. Distantly down the hall, she could hear someone approaching the doors. She lifted her head to try and hear better, hushing Ogun when he asked what was wrong. There was someone definitely walking towards the gym's outside doors.

"Shit, shit, shit." She mumbled, and they jerked apart. Freyja had no choice but to slide on the damp and sweaty spandex up her legs as his come still leaked out of her pussy.

The outer doors suddenly opened and it would only be moments before someone walked in and saw them. Ogun had already put on his clothes and walked to sit on a bench near her --for being such a big man he moved like a black panther, silently and quickly. Not having time to put her trainers back on, Freyja bent over and touched her fingers to her toes, acting like she was stretching. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she saw Regina, the Colombian gym owner, walk in. Her voluptuous 'mulatto' frame encased in an all-white bodysuit, looked spectacular. Her wide hips swung with every click of her heels as she made her way to them. She tossed her long braided hair over her shoulder, locking eyes with Ogun, and gave him a small, knowing smile before turning towards Freyja.

"It wreaks of sweat in here," Regina, the gym owner, said blatantly, giving them both a pointed look much like a mother would to her children who were up to no good.

Freyja rose to stand, looking at Ogun. He spoke first.

"She had a hard workout today," he said. "I was taking care of her."

"Are you ok?" Asked Regina.

"Yeah. He helped me... to stretch me out," Freyja answered, biting her bottom lip and rubbing her bump, embarrassed. The male scent still lingered in the air, a potent mix of sweat and sex. Freyja clenched her thighs as tight as she could since she felt his seed slowly leaking out of her swollen pussy, leaving a sticky trail down her inner thighs. "Now, I'm... relaxed."

"All the women who work out here get satisfied," Regina replied, and Freyja perceived that playfulness in her voice again. "Our personal trainers have a knack for that. They're so competitive too, you know how men can be..."

"Su-sure. Well, I have to leave," Freyja said.

"See you next time, Norse Princess." Regina said with a wink. "Oh, and don't forget to stretch at home... you'll thank me for it tomorrow!"

Flustered, Freyja finished dressing and headed for the main door, Ogun following her footsteps after putting on some sweatpants and grabbing a leather jacket from the locker. She almost bolted. On the way, she nearly walked into someone and tripped a little. She slowed to a walk as they reached the gym's exit, breathing heavily but relieved. But his eyes gleamed with amusement, a smirk curling at the edge of his thick lips.

"Thanks for the... training," Freyja said. She couldn't help but blush and turn away, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

The wide two-story gym building was squeezed between two faceless apartment blocks. It was just after sunset, and the street lamps hadn't yet switched on. Noticing that it was getting quite late, Ogun looked at her with concern. He cleared his throat behind his fist. "It's pretty late. Would you be comfortable if I walked you home?"

Freyja hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "Sure, that would be nice. Thanks."

When she turned around he slipped his leather jacket over her shoulders. "It's real cold, can't have you getting the flu."

Pleased, Freyja smiled and slipped her arms into the sleeves. His jacket was too long but it was warm and smelled like him --his deep, masculine scent that lingered whenever he was too close. They began walking towards her apartment, the night air cool and refreshing after sex.

Dusk was slowly and melancholically settling over Detroit. Windows of high-rise buildings began to light up, car headlights turned on, and strings of streetlights in the distance looked like Christmas garlands. A big city, unlike any she had lived in before. Unfamiliar, crowded, tidy by day and predatory by night, grinning with the lights of shop windows and signs, drawing her into its concrete innards.

She closed her eyes and saw Trondheim's beautiful pedestrianized streets again. She almost felt the coldness of the northern wind in the fiord and the salty taste of the raspeballers on her tongue. Does she stay here forever? Will she ever get used to it? Or will she keep dreaming of a small Scandinavian town while waking up in a world of glass and concrete?

Brushing their shoulders together as they walked, Ogun placed his hand on her lower back for a brief moment to guide her; the way she walked was tantalizing, her hips moved in that perfect way that entranced him. The walk home felt longer than usual. The city lights blurred past, but Freyja's mind was trapped in what had happened. It was just a moment of weakness, she told herself.

"I didn't know you knew her. Actually, I hadn't seen you at the gym before," Freyja said.

"Life as a boxer keeps me busy and away. I've always had an intense wanderlust --a need to be anywhere else but home and see and experience new things. But when I am in the city, I work out at the gym. I have known Regina for years."

"What's wrong with this city?" Freyja asked beside him. They had reached the harbor area. Thick, distant clouds during the twilight, heaping fresh water into salt water, the ships lit like industrial Christmas trees hammered by waves.

"Nothing," he answered. "Other than the fact that mom has too many chances to try to set me up with her friends' daughters."

"I can relate. And how have you managed her matchmaking efforts?"

"I moved out and got my own nice flat," he retorted before flicking his gaze back to Freyja. "Also, I travel a lot. An option that's open to you, as well."

"Well... I swore to my parents that I'd pay my own way through college. I only got a shitty job, and I don't have much to spare after the flat expenses," Freyja said.

Actually, she felt incompetent because it seemed to her that she couldn't take care of herself. She'd watched her parents work and sweat to provide for themselves -- they never relied on anyone else to help them out even when the business wasn't doing well or things were hard at home. Self-sufficiency and hard work -- that was the Lindström's motto, and that lesson had been passed along to their daughter.

She just needed to get through this rough patch, she told herself and tried to relax, ocean breeze running through her hair. She liked to hear the sound of the traffic rolling by her, the people on their way to work or home, always late, always rushing. Occasionally they passed other people walking, some solo travelers, some pairs. People staring and pointing at them all the time. She was honked or whistled at repeatedly by the car drivers. More so than on any other countless walks she had taken around this area.

A truck driver honked and stuck out their head to yell "snowbunny!" at her. Ogan laughed and shouted at him, "That's right, man. She's with me!"

"Asshole," Freyja whispered.

"Don't let people who are judgmental and stupid have any power over you. No one else can make you feel if you choose not to care what they think," Ogun said.

"I have bigger concerns in my life."

"Let me guess what your life is like," Said Ogun. "Good grades, daddy issues, a dick ex-boyfriend, and a boring-ass coffee job."

"You're real close" she reluctantly replied, knowing in her heart he had been completely right.

"Well let me help you out," Ogun said.

"Awesome," she said ironically, "it's nice to know I have a sugar daddy to pay for everything." Freyja looked up at him, frowning. "But I don't think your job as a gym trainer allows..."

"No, not really. But I have an OnlyFans account. I'm making a huge profit by doing videos."

"Onlywhat?"

"OnlyFans." Ogun repeated to clear this up for her. "It's a subscription-based site where people pay for access to whatever you want to put out. My account is @Ebony_Master."

"So it's like Patreon... Do you talk about comics? Superheroes?"

"Not really. It is more than that, much more. Truth be told what I show are porn videos."

"Damn! Ok. Good for you".

"I just thought maybe you might be interested in making another account with me."

"What the fuck?! Are you serious? What kind of person do you think I am?"

"The kind that would do this' Ogun thought to himself but instead he said, "You could make some good money to pay off your loans, ove out of your shitty flat, and even have some left to save for a new, fresh start."

"Sure I can." Freyja replied sarcastically, "How much money are you really making from this?"

"My fans pay a monthly subscription to get access to content," Ogun answered. "I have almost five hundred fans and my standard subscription is just five euros a month so that's around 2,000 monthly."

Freyja almost stopped breathing.

"2,000? Are you kidding? No way. Seriously?" Freyja said incredulously. They were under a street light and she'd normally be shaking from the cold but he heated her whole body.

"Yeah, that's what I make" Ogun said. "But the girls are the ones that are really making the money, so..."

Freyja was pretty sure she was still gaping at him in disbelief, but she was so surprised by the amount of money he was talking about that she really couldn't control her face at the moment nor did she care.

"So you're a porn actor." It sounds almost like a whisper.

"Sort of that... But I have all the control. I decide what I'm comfortable with and what I'm not. And then I just... put it out there. It's funny how simple OnlyFans can be."

"And now you're looking for a stable co-star...?" Freyja stuttered, her whole face turning beet red.

"We're a hot young interracial couple, with good sexual chemistry, right? To be successful, it'd be best to cater to the certain niche of people looking for submissive white girls with well-endowed, dominant black men."

Freyja snorted a laugh. "Yeah, right."

"Hey! You're hot and have got that whole incorruptible, blonde innocence most of guys, and even some women love."

"You mean a lot of perverts," she almost sneered back at him.

"The sex market is oversaturated and specific kinks are selling well right now. Blacked. com is the second most popular channel on Pornhub. It's one of the top porn categories on every site, many white guys are now using AI to generate tons of interracial content involving their girlfriend, mom, sister, or anime waifu. Your brand would be a classy Nordic, college girl who's into dark shit that's beyond her control. You got a fantastic profile. Just use it!"

She'd be nothing more than yet another broke, slutty college girl starting an OnlyFans with the help of her well-endowed and faceless co-star to score a quick buck, she thought.

"Hiring a film crew has to be..." Freyja argued.

"I have a good amount of filming equipment to work with, and also an old friend with a professional-grade camera to take quality videos with."

"I wouldn't hold your breath on this," she chided.

"And I kinda want you to suck my dick more often, if I'm being honest."

"What?" Freyja's expression grew indignant but he ignored it and laughed.

"I'm just teasing you," he said.

Freyja shrugged her shoulders. "Look. I-I need the money, that's for sure, but my family is very conservative and..."

"No faces, I promise. Nobody would know you're into this. Come out with me on Saturday," he blurted out. He looked at her, and she marveled at the planes of his face, at his perfect bone structure, perfect dark coloring. "Some of my friends and I are going to a new club. We'll discuss it."

She glanced down at her nails as if disinterested in the conversation, but he could see her watching him from beneath her lashes. The streets were littered with trash and gangs of black youngsters hung out at stores and devoured Freyja with their eyes as they walked past. A cute blonde in leggings emphasizing her generous curves, her hips swaying sexily, her massive tits slightly bouncing with each step. The waistband of a skimpy black thong, with its back strap disappearing between her round trembling buttocks, turned heads and made the catcalling begin.

"Thatta wooty girl! You gotta chill with us, cutie."

"Fuck! You're an eleven outta ten!"

Frowning, Freyja made eye contact with each of them, challenging, but Ogun stood there like her black knight, his eyes mean as he turned his attention to them.

"Ey, brotha, you going to share that white pussy?" Asked a black man, raising a fist.

Ogun chuckled and met the fist with his knuckles. "Shut the fuck up, asshole. Don't even think it."

They finally arrived at her three-story brick apartment building, constructed in the 1920s, with rusting iron balconies and window air conditioning units dripping condensation onto the sidewalk. Freyja turned to watch his expression, he didn't look impressed and she felt a mix of relief and regret that the walk was over. She turned to face him, her heart still pounding slightly from his presence.

"Thanks for walking me home," she said, as fumbled around for the keys on her doorstep, giving him an innocent smile and his leather jacket. "Bye."

He didn't ask, he didn't offer the handshake, he just goddamn went for a kiss. Freyja dodged his attempt at a kiss on the lips and got one on the cheek.

"See you soon," he answered, and walked through the street, jacket over one arm.

Shy and awkward, Freyja avoided eye contact as she opened the door. She took the elevator to a tiny, old apartment filled with cheap furniture. 'Thank you, IKEA, for providing colored furniture in the right dimensions to fit in this claustrophobic space', she thought.

Thank God, Alicia, for her roommate, was out partying, she also thought: her still face burned with shame and her whole body ached --especially her pussy.

She undressed quickly, took her leggings, tossed them in the machine, and went to the bathroom. Reaching the shower, Freyja turned it on and squatted down naked, the warm water cascading over her body, washing away the sweat from the long day and the last remnants of Ogun's essence. She wet a sponge and carefully dabbed it between her legs, wincing at the pain that shot through her stomach. Piling her blonde hair in a soapy slick mess on top of her head, running her exfoliating pad over her body, shining skin, hot water stroking her back, she gave into the pleasure of a perfect temperature shower.

Finding her strength, Freyja left the shower. She dried herself off, feeling the soft towel against her pale skin, and had a brief glimpse of a mirror hung on the wall. It showed her face flushed bright red, hickeys marking down her neck, and the light bruises striped down her tits and hips from where he had handled her.

Then she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Through her clouded thoughts, she remembered Ogun's offer. She didn't need a big-dicked black guy who wasn't ready to commit to nothing but fucking her regularly, she concluded.

Still, the money was so tempting.

'I'm starting not to recognize myself,' she thought. She was at a loss, and she didn't know how to accept it; she was also angry at herself for not being more angry at him.

Dressed in her pink pajamas, she switched off the light and left the bathroom, suddenly realizing she was hungry. She couldn't eat earlier that day, maybe an orange and a sandwich at midday, so by the time she was able to sit down to dinner, her body was wrecked by the parade of emotions she was putting it through.

The Norwegian student checked her cell phone and found that Alice had texted her seven times that afternoon:

Alice 15:55 p. m.: "You'll do great in the exam, try not to work yourself up over it."

Alice 16:30 p. m.: "Do you know of any good bakeries here in town? I'm craving cupcakes."

Alice 19:56 p. m.: "You were no help at all. I had to look it up on the Internet!"

Alice 20:11 p. m.: "The girls are wondering if you want to come over to Pacha's."

Alice 21:54 p. m.: "Freyja!!!"

Alice 22:04 p. m.: "I met a guy. I'll be there in the morning."

Freyja typed a quick answer.

Freyja 22:14 p. m.: "Sorry, I didn't see your text sooner. Thanks for being so great and helping calm me down. I was at the gym, now at home. Enjoy!"

She included some appropriate emojis. Suddenly, she felt so much like she still hadn't settled on reforming her to Alice's lifestyle. Freyja's room was organized, and everything was in its place. No clothes on the floor, nothing strewn about. She had gone from a serious long-term relationship to another serious long-term relationship... with only two guys.

Alice's room looked like a landfill in Beverly Hills: shoes, make-up, clothing, fashion magazines, jewelry exploded. You would need a bulldozer to shut the door. The majority of her income went towards expensive clothes and dining out at fancy restaurants. Her friend didn't remember what age she lost her virginity because she didn't really care. Sex partners? Dozens. Oral sex? She couldn't even guess.

Freyja regretted so much not being able to be a 'normal' college student. Not being able to live that life, to be on campus during the day, to focus on her education as opposed to working the insane job she was, where school ended up being an afterthought. But living in her parent's home was a recipe for disaster, and she had to leave her boyfriend's apartment when she discovered him fucking a brunette classmate in the living room.

Sore and tingling, Freyja stepped into the kitchen, scritched the cat that belonged to Alice, and sat at the table, eating cheap sushi she had never tried before. She wanted to tell herself many things, that everything would be okay, and that her life wouldn't continue this sad downward spiral. That she was living just a minor setback. That good people have happy endings because they deserve it.

Yet she had seen no evidence. She had to build her own future... and Ogun had offered her a way to achieve it. Or maybe it was a twisted excuse to have sex with her? The only way to confirm he hadn't lied was by watching his videos.

She adjusted the LED lights in her bedroom, sat cross-legged on the bed, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her pajamas, and opened her laptop. Alice's cat jumped on the bed, did a cursory inspection, and left. Freyja lit a half-smoked joint on the nightstand and inhaled deeply, a stray lock of blonde hair covered her pretty face, so she put it behind her ear. Through smokey rings, she stared at her laptop and scrolled around on social media for a while, before visiting Onlyfans.

She took a deep breath. The OnlyFans login page mocked her, daring her to make a choice. It would be so easy --just a few taps, a few keystrokes. And before she even realized what she was doing, her fingers moved. She entered her secondary email.

Credit card was required. After pacing over the bed for what seemed ages, she finally bit the bullet and grabbed her wallet. She bypassed the prompt to create a new profile, opting to remain User99234 until her assumptions were confirmed. Once she was logged in, it took a minute to orient herself to the website and the options. She typed '@Ebony_Master' in the query box and waited a moment for the search to be processed. Eventually, she found a gallery of blurred pictures and videos. She wasn't aware that she needed a subscription before continuing.

"4.99 euros?" She muttered.

Certainly, Ogun was attractive, but who paid 4.99 euros for a 30-day subscription? She paid it anyway, a thought hit her like a brick to the chest. Did Ogun get a notification when someone subscribed?

Freyja sat frozen, her stomach a knot of nerves and twisted desire. Before she could dwell, the screen refreshed. And her mouth went dry, her pulse spiking as @Ebony_Master's full gallery unfolded before her. A Nubian god in all his naked splendor, a perfect body sculpted in ebony. Powerful. Dominant. Absolutely sinful. An epytome of black masculinity.

Immediately Freyja discovered that '@Ebony_Master' was actively keeping his identity a secret. He didn't show his face in the pictures, blurring his traits and keeping his head above the camera lens. Good. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled down the page, checking out the number of likes, comments, and tips of the fans he had before going back to the reason she was on the site in the first place.

"Only one video and I'm gone," she promised herself, knowing full well that she was probably lying to herself. She leaned back on her pillow, patiently waiting for the video to finish loading, her mind clouded with thoughts of Ogun --more specifically his massive black cock. She couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her, senses of anticipation, dread, and even anxiety. She was acutely aware that she was now in uncharted and dangerous waters but she also couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration, adventure, and even a vague sense of fulfillment.

Finally, Freyja took a deep breath, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and opened the first video. The screen flickered to life with the image of a naked red-haired woman, on all fours, in a messy dark bedroom. She had the stereotypical look of a suburban housewife. An aggressive rap beat could be faintly heard.

"Your married life is gone. Your new life serves only black men, and it starts now." Apparently, Ogun was holding a cell phone and filming. Freyja could recognize his deep voice.

A dark hand caressed the woman's red hair as she remained prostrate over the bed. Ogun positioned himself behind her, his strong left hand gripping her hips, his dark fingers digging into her rosy flesh. The woman braced herself, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, as he pressed the thick head of his black cock against her entrance.

"Fuck. It's him." Freyja recognized Ogun's dick. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she let the fantasy take over.

Ogun thrust into the housewife, a brutal, forceful movement that filled her completely, and she gasped, her body jolting forward, her hands clawing at the bed. He was so big, so thick, stretching her to the limit...

Lying back against the pillows, Freyja let out a shaky breath, her body burning with something she couldn't ignore. Her fingers traced absentmindedly over the pants strap at her thigh, teasing the edge. She let her eyes flutter shut, imagining the way his dark hands would feel against her skin --rough, strong, confident. Her pussy, already needy and desperate, ached and throbbed as she imagined herself in the red-head's place.

A quiet moan escaped her as her fingers dipped beneath the lace of her panties, brushing against the slick heat between her legs. Suddenly, she grabbed Big Ben, the black dildo from the nightstand drawer, and grabbed a small bottle of lube. After pouring a small amount of liquid onto the tip of the toy, she screwed the cap back on and focused on the fake cock. She imagined the weight of Ogun over her, filling her in a way she desperately craved. Biting her crimson bottom lip, she pushed the sex toy into her soaked pussy, stretching it again.

Freyja gasped as it filled her vagina walls, the stinging sensation bothering her after the wild fuck at the gym. She took a deep breath and pushed the dildo further into her cunt, not stopping until the head reached her sweet spot.

On the screen, Ogun had started to move, his hips pistoning against the housewife, his black cock driving into her again and again. Freyja watched every inch of the black monster, every vein, as it slid in and out of the white cunt, its dark sides slick with her juices.

"Jesus Christ," Freyja whispered, eyes glued to the screen. She was too lost in the moment, too lost in him. The primal aggression in his attitude and the nearly deafening way he was clapping into the woman threw her off. Freyja didn't know if the emotion rolling around in her mind was jealousy or concern for the poor woman's cervix.

Then Ogun leaned over her, his bulk body covering hers, his strong hands reaching around to grab her hanging breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, using them as leverage to pull her back onto his gigantic black cock.

In the interface emerged a private message Freyja's heart skipped a beat when she saw his nickname pop up.

Ebony_Master: "Welcome to my profile. Are you enjoying my content?"

Oh, fuck. Her first impulse was to close the browser, but she remembered that she was anonymous, as long as she kept any personal details private.

User99234: "Yes, so far. You've got an impressive physique."

His response was almost instant.

Ebony_Master: "Tell me where you are, babe."

Freyja swallowed thickly. But wait. How did he know she was a woman? What kind of information did he have about her? Freyja tried to relax and typed her reply cautiously, wondering how he was going to build from there.

User99234: "In my bed."

Ebony_Master: "Cool. What are you doing?"

She exhaled, trying to still the heat rising up her neck. She should ignore it. But her fingers moved on their own, masking herself in anonymity.

User99234: "Watching the video of you fucking a redhead."

Ebony_Master: "I know what else you're doing."

The implications made her whole body tense. Freyja ran a hand over her face, trying to shake the disbelief.

Ebony_Master: "Are you using your fingers? A dildo?"

Holding her breath, somehow Freyja's shaking fingers typed a reply.

User99234: "A black dildo."

Ebony_Master: "Good girl. How long have you been hooked on this?"

The words "good girl" made her heart beat hard. She rolled her pink tongue around her lips and swallowed nervously. Her large breasts shook with her fast breathing, feverishly fucking herself.

User99234: "Six years."

Ebony_Master: "Pinch your nipples and tell me what you like most."

Guided by a primal instinct, Freyja obeyed.

User99234: "When I watch an IR video, I am immersed in the protagonist. I don't find myself being a voyeur. The woman in the video is me."

Ebony_Master: "You could be the woman of the video, Freyja."

A squeak escaped her lips and gasped. How could he so easily see right through her? For almost a minute she stared at the message, a mix of excitement and nerves kicking in.

Ebony_Master: "Keep fucking yourself. Harder."

Still lying on the bed, Freyja obeyed and spread her legs further, her knees facing the ceiling. She withdrew the dark silicone bar and pushed it back in. She did it again and again until she gained a steady rhythm. She began to fuck herself with it hard and fast, following Ogun's rhythm. She felt something burning in her lower belly, waves of pleasure sending her into another world.

She heard a scream. The redhead was cumming for the first time, her body convulsing. But Ogun didn't stop, didn't slow down, just kept fucking her brutally, his cock driving into her through her orgasm, intensifying it, prolonging it. Her curvy body was slick with sweat, her reddish hair plastered to her blushing face, her makeup running down her cheeks. Now the respectable middle-class wife was a trembling mess, her body a vessel for his selfish pleasure.

Ogun grabbed her copper hair, wrapping it around his fist, using it to pull her head back, to arch her back, to drive his massive cock even deeper into her. She screamed, the pain and pleasure mixing, merging, becoming one. Her body bent to his will, her pussy taking every centimeter of him, her orgasms coming one after the other.

Freyja's lips broke apart as she started to gasp, her grip on the dildo becoming unsteady and jumpy. She still thrust it in and out of her leaking pussy, but she was focused on the laptop. When she brought herself to another orgasm, she tossed her head back on the pillow as a wave of pleasure took over her.

Ogun's last message was sent two minutes ago, making her suddenly self-conscious of what she was doing.

Ebony_Master: "You still there?"

User99234: "Yes."

Ebony_Master: "Come to 'Ebony and Ivory' tomorrow at 22:00 p. m."

Only one thing came to her mind to type.

User99234: "Yes, Sir."

For a long moment, she lay there, her skin flushed, still watching Ogun fucking. As the aftershocks of pleasure faded, reality crept back in. The weight of what she had just done pressed against her chest.

Freyja swallowed hard, blinking up at the ceiling, but the dark desires still clung to her, wrapping around her thoughts. She told herself her kinks were just a fantasy. But deep down in her soul, she knew the truth: she had a chance to get a steady income from making something she loved. Just thinking about it filled her with a mix of fear and anticipation, but she could use the money.

It was so damn hard to decide. She still was her parents' only little child, after all. They'd be crushed if they'd discover it. She and her mother were very close, but it was her constant judgment and viewing her as though she was still 15 that stuck a wedge between them.

She needed to try and sleep. At least a little. Tomorrow was an important day. The end of the semester had never been easy, especially when trying to balance studying for seemingly endless exams with work.

She clicked her laptop off. She placed it on her nightstand so she wouldn't lose it in her sheets, and fell into a nice slumber. No decision yet, but many, many possibilities. Slowly sinking into the sheets, merging with the bed. Not thinking about anything. Not deciding anything.

At the same time, in another apartment building not far from Freyja's, Ogun was staring at a black screen. The only light in the luxury room was his computer. He remained sitting on the sofa, motionless with a predatory expression, with a whisky glass in his left hand and drumming his fingers on his right thigh, the laptop still open in front of him. His thoughts stayed on Freyja.

The smartphone began to vibrate on the stand, startling him out of his reverie, playing a faint tune from Boobe feat Juicy J's White bitches. He groped for the phone, poked it with his finger, and brought it to his ear.

"You got her hooked, huh?" A chipper woman's voice buzzed on the other end. It was Regina, the gym owner.

"Who?" Ogun replied laconically.

"Come on! You know what I'm talking about. Tell me how it went."

"The 'isotonic' drink worked as usual. Soon, she was horny as a bitch in heat... This girl is absolutely worth it. She's got a lovely face and pretty hazel eyes." Ogun chuckled and the noise echoed in his glass before he took a small sip.

"You're a faggot if you only pay attention to her eyes, Ogun," the Latina said with a short huff of breath that might have been amusement.

The black coach burst out laughing. "Her ass is first class and she's practically ready to breed," he added with a self-satisfied smirk. "Give me a month with her and by then she will be so well-trained and so committed that we'll get a fortune. When I say 'jump', she'll say 'How high?' When I tell her to suck my cock, she will drop to her knees."

And that was the point. He just liked his toys to be fun to play with. The fun part was taking the prim and innocent girl and twisting her into something new. He enjoyed corrupting someone and turning them depraved. He always loved the contrast between how they started out and how they ended up on their hands and knees, begging to be his slut.

"You're certainly talented," Regina admitted. "An easy smile and a few good words and you can make women melt like butter."

Ogun knocked back the remnants of his whisky and swirled the ice cubes in his glass, examining the bright reflections on their surfaces.

"You women are so fucking stupid... You think life is like one of your corny romance paperbacks with some bad guy posing on the cover. A bad boy that always turns out to be good deep down. Don't want to admit that men like me exist. And she's gonna learn it!"

"That's what you said about the Jap Bitch last year and you know how that went," Regina said. Her sassy tone had turned unexpectedly irritable.

The perpetually predatory smirk on Ogun's lips faltered briefly but immediately flared up again.

"Yes," he replied ruefully, "but who would have thought she had enough brains to go to her embassy and go home to her family before phase-B started? The Irish redhead made up our losses."

A long pause followed, as if Regina was choosing her words carefully.

"Perhaps you're right about this one because you usually are. Freyja is cute and with her looks and the right amount of exposure, she could bring us a fortune. Fresh young meat is always the most delectable. Let me have some quality time with her," Regina countered. "Our efforts applied over a month or two would double her value. But it would be hard."

Ogun felt a smile spread on his lips and returned to gazing at the high-rises outside the window. Inside, he had a nervous anticipation like the night before Christmas. When it seems impossible to sleep all thoughts are about the next day's gifts. "Not sure whether I hope she's easy to train. Or hard."