The Black Pearl Necklace

"Older men get me hot!"

"I'm 45." I said. The black girl at the bar was about 23, tall, a nest of dreads on her head, and and some of the darkest skin I've seen, a far cry from the au lait creoles I've fucked in the past. The nipples of her high breasts under her t-shirt and the outline of her vulva visible through her gym shorts told me she was looking for some dick, maybe more than one.

"Really? You don't look it!"

"Oh he is, believe me." Sheri the bartender confirmed. Sherri was not much younger than me; I was the first guy to dominate her back in our twenties. Her still-voluptuous figure would continue to take a good flogging on the occasional sessions we still had. "Do you want a drink?" I asked the girl, getting up from the bar stool with the pretense of going to the john. "No, but maybe we can take it from there when you get back", she said. I got up and went to the men's room, counting 3 minutes to give Sherri enough time to fill out the details about me to the girl: the bondage, the hard fucking, the pain.

When I got back, the girl had a knowing look in her eye. "Sherri told me about yall's history..."

"And?"

"I'm kinda intrigued..."

We took our drinks to a table, Sherri giving me a "good luck!" wink behind her back. Joanna was her name. New Orleans girl, from the Black Pearl neighborhood. Her background involved a lot of straight fucking, but she was looking for something more challenging. She'd seen some BDSM porn, the white-on-black ones getting her the wettest. She felt guilty about it, but I assured her that everyone goes through some confusion when they find out what they like: "I didn't understand why I got hard-ons over the pictures of Joan of Arc tied to the stake in Catholic school." "Well, you wound up better off than her!" She laughed.

We continued to talk on the phone the rest of the week, agreeing to have her come over for a session the next Saturday.

When she showed up, she had a look of both hesitancy and lust. I had certainly been full of the latter for that week, but put off masturbation because I wanted to save it for her. I got her a water out of the fridge to break the tension. She took a swig, then poured some on herself.

"It's hot today!"

"Well you dressed for it!" Her bar outfit was demure compared to today: her tits covered only by an old college t shirt, her ass and pussy under an extra short mini dress. "Let's take a look..." I started to pull it up, revealing the jet-black thatch of hair between her legs, her erect clit standing at attention.

"No panties, I see...."

"No bra either!" She laughed, helping me pull off the shirt to show what was underneath: large, hard ebony breasts, the nipples proudly jutting out. She knew that I'd be putting clothespins on them soon enough, and they were visibly aroused by the idea.

We made our way to the couch, where we continued to make out while I removed my pants and shirt.

"Uh, you're big, aren't you?" When a black girl tells you that, it's like winning an Oscar.

"Think you can take it?"

"Let's find out."

We moved to the bedroom.

I cuffed her hands behind her back, pinching and sucking her nipples. Putting her on her knees, I continued to work to her pussy and ass, first getting under her pussy, sucking her clit and running my tongue in and out of her. She tasted like bubblegum.

Joanna's moaning only made my cock harder, but she'd be getting that soon enough. After about 30 minutes I moved on to her ass.

It was big and muscular, but with a curvy hourglass shape that made it feminine, a true work of art. "You told me you like anal", I reminded her, when she slipped and told me she had never done it before.

"There's a first time for everything."

I began to lick and poke her asshole with my tongue, making her groans go up in pitch. She was indeed new at it. Down the line I would fuck her ass hard, but today she would be eased into it. With my spit as lube, I slowly entered my middle finger into her, her moans becoming grunts and hyperventilating with every inch I pushed in. When I got all off it in, I proceeded to slowly work my cock into her, first rubbing my head against her clit, the finger still sliding in and out her ass.

When I was fully entered, I began fucking her harder, the cock felt through the finger in her asshole. "Oh fuck that feels so good..." she blurted.

I slapped her hard on her ass: "keep your fucking mouth shut."

"Yes sir."

"Sir". I liked that. By the end of the session I'd have her calling me master.

"Did I tell you to talk? Shut the fuck up!"

With that, I pulled out, a giant load all over that ass, my white cum standing against her skin like pearls on a raven's wing.

It was a good half-hour before we caught our breath, Joanna out of my cuffs, my cum drying on her. "Those things are fucking tight!"

"You'll be back in them soon enough."

"Sherri wasn't kidding about you."

"What else did she tell you?"

"That I'd be sucking your cock on top of it..."

"That a problem?"

"Well, I'm wondering if I can swallow a load like the one you shot on me."

"Give me another half-hour and you'll learn."

The half hour was up, and Joanna was now standing, cuffed to a stripper pole in my living room that was a holdover from my days with Sherri.

"This is gonna hurt a little", I prefaced, while I began to apply the clothespins to her, beginning with the nipples and soon covering her tits in a line, her grimacing and flinching with every one.

"Fuck that hurts!"

"It's gonna hurt more."

I then stated putting them on her pussy, the sharpest groan of pain coming when I put one on her clit. I then had them hanging from her pussy lips, her eyes watering and begging to go easy. They widened when the flogger came out.

The pins began flying off her body, the flogger being put to good use. I had bought it years ago in a French Quarter sex shop that was big with the leather daddies, and I knew those boys didn't play. I like to think they'd appreciate my work, if not the woman I was using it on.

"FUCK!"

"Hold on, I got just a few more to get off." I had about 50 on her, but after the last one was off the flogging continued. Her breathing became labored and intense, but the raw wet scent of her pussy gave away the pleasure she was getting from it.

It was after the flogging stopped that I went and got a water bottle; I sipped it in front of her while she panted, still cuffed to the pole.

"Want some?"

"Uh huh."

I put the bottle to her lips, let her drink and poured the rest on her. Bruises would never show on her skin, but I knew they were there. I grabbed a towel and gently dried her, telling her what a good girl she had been so far and how well she was holding up. At times he winced at the strokes of the towel, but I could tell she was appreciative after her trial. I uncuffed her and we made our way back to the bed, her head on my chest, me stroking her head.

It was then that I gave her a sharp slap on the cheek. "Suck my cock."

The slap took her by surprise, but the cock sucking was inevitable; she was eager for it. She got out of the bed, knelt on the floor, and I began working on her. She licked my balls while I stood over her, my cock erect over her eyes. I held her by her dreads while I issued commands: "That's it. Good girl. Now suck on my balls..."

My cock was soon in her mouth, me holding her by her hair while bobbing her head faster and faster on me. She made gulping sounds as I went deeper with every stroke. All 8 inches were soon in, my cock hitting the back of her throat while she struggled to keep up, her eyes locked into mine. I came.

The load was equal to what I shot on her ass. She struggled to keep up while I shouted orders: "YOU'RE SWALLOWING IT, BITCH! YOU'RE SWALLOWING EVERY FUCKING DROP!"

She fell to the floor, choking and exhausted, my cock at half-mast over her. Cum ran out of her mouth while she whimpered, again giving the same contrast as the now dry cum left on her ass.

I was exhausted too, but I wasn't finished. I wanted a memento of the occasion, something that would also signify my dominance over her.

I went to the dresser and picked up my smartphone. I stood over her limp body, and hit "record".

"You belong to me now."

She glanced away before looking into the camera.

"Yes, master."