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leaned down
to bring her face close to his and to present her backside to the
watching youth, "I need a real cock, Gordon, not your pathetic
little thing and, I'm going to get one."
Kathleen walked
slowly around the bed and stood close to the grinning black youth.
She placed a hand on his muscular chest and pushed him backward to
lay on the bed, his long cock standing upright in excitement. Her
hand closed around it, and the black youth moaned his appreciation
of her soft touch. Then he yelped loudly as her fist gripped hard
and spitefully around his throbbing shaft, crushing the shaft in
her vice-like grip.
"Tell me what
you are, you pathetic little shit," she hissed venomously, "or I'll
pull you dick right from your body."
The boy looked
at her wide-eyed and fearful, that was confirmed by the trembling
voice he used, "Err, I'm.... a shit."
"A pathetic
little shit, say it!"
He winced as
she increased the grip on his cock painfully, "A shit, a pathetic
little shit."
Kathleen
grunted her approval of his reply, "You thought that you would come
up here and that I would so grateful of the opportunity to have you
fuck me didn't you, little boy?"
"Yes," he
gasped as her fingernails dug deeply into the side of his
shaft.
"And were you
wrong, little boy?"
"Yeeeesssss!"
he cried out as she dug her nails in harder still.
"Good, now we
have an understanding of who is in charge."
Kathleen eased
her grip, retaining the hold around his stiff cock she began slowly
to wank up and down. He moaned softly as her tender grip rolled his
foreskin first back over the glans and then back down along the
shaft.
The youth cried
out and tensed as she flicked her thumb across the very tip of his
cock, rubbing lightly across the little eyehole in the end. Several
times she repeated the move to draw excited groans of deep pleasure
from him and then abruptly she released him.
"Kneel on the
bed, on all fours."
He looked back
questioningly.
"Do it," she
hissed threateningly.
He reluctantly
complied, posing on all fours on top of the bed, his ebony black
body posed and ready. His expression dropped to one of horror as
Kathleen picked up the riding crop and moved to the side of the
bed.
"You ain't
serious lady...are you?"
He screamed as
the crop stung hard across his presented buttocks, the youth
scrambled off the bed to stand on the far side of it rubbing at his
burning backside.
"You're mad!"
he shouted angrily, his pride as well as his body wounded.
Kathleen gave a
mocking laugh, "Little boy can't take a little pain eh, big and
brash on the outside but just a snivelling little wimp in
reality."
She pointed at
the bed with the tip of the riding crop.
"If you want to
get to fuck me you take the pain, now get back on the bed."
He relented,
climbing cautiously back into his previous position. His body
jerked forward under each hard lash of the crop as Kathleen laid
stroke after stroke on the boy's firm backside. His long cock
beneath his body jerked in reaction to attain an even firmer
stiffness, a pleasing firmness, she felt, that would shortly be put
to good use.
She grunted in
pleasure each time she swung hard in at him, the satisfying thwack
of the crop and his pained moaning heightened her pleasure further
still. Kathleen was lost in a heady world of command and control,
the way the arrogant youth now rested there, passively taking the
painful strokes of the hard crop. It was all too much for her; she
paused, sucked in air to delay her rising orgasm and then mounted
the bed to rest on all fours next to the youth.
"Fuck me," she
demanded, "from behind and make it hard."
The youth moved
behind her, kneeling and feeding his cock straight up into her wet
pussy and gripping her hips to lunge hard in.
"Oh God,"
Kathleen moaned and turned her head to look at her husband, “It’s
so hard and warm and so very wonderful."
Her body shook
under the frantic pounding of the youth as he rammed urgently into
her, pulling back hard on her hips