Chapter 5
Of all the young executives who were participating in the bet, none of them had learned about domination and submission earlier than Barney. Barney was now close to thirty and, having been black in the big city when he was growing up, be had seen the grittiest side of sexuality.
He couldn't remember, he tried not to remember, how old he was when he had lost his virginity. It was with a gang of boys who agreed to take him along with them when they paid a visit to a girl who wasn't too attractive, seemed to be mentally deficient, and took one boy after another with her insatiable appetite.
But he knew that he was only thirteen when he really got into dominating a woman. And that hadn't even been his doing. He had been large for his age and he told the supermarket people that he was already fifteen. They hired him after school to deliver groceries.
One day, just as he was about to leave work at seven, a tall and elegant white woman came up to him and said, "You'll deliver my groceries, won't you, dear?"
"Ma'am, there're no more deliveries after seven at night."
"I'll make it worth your while, dear. After all, you are here because you want to earn money."
"If the manager doesn't mind I guess I can ... " Before the boy had said more the woman handed him her address and then pointed to the box that the check-out girl was still packing.
There were only two light bags in the box. It wasn't much at all and the woman probably could have carried it all home with her easily enough. But, if it meant some more money the boy surely didn't mind. He looked at the woman's address. It was only down the block.
He saw that she had already left the store, preparing to get home ahead of him. He was sorry about that since he had hoped for a chance to walk alongside of her. She was very sexy.
When he turned the corner of the block he saw the woman going into the door of her building. But when he got to the door of the building the doorman stopped him and had to call upstairs. It took a while for the woman to answer and young Barney was getting pissed about that.
"Okay. You can go up," the doorman said to the young black boy.
When the black boy got to the door of the apartment, the woman ushered him in. He was startled to see that she had already managed to get changed into a flowing black robe.
"Bring that right into the kitchen," the woman said, shutting the door behind him.
She followed the boy into the kitchen and she seemed to be very close to him as she shuffled through her drawer and pulled out some money. "Can I offer you anything to drink?" she asked him.
He shook his head. "No thanks, ma'am. I've gotta be on my way now."
The boy seemed to be shuffling from one foot to the other. He felt nervous by the nearness of the white woman in the confined space of the small kitchen. "How old are you?" she asked.
"Fifteen," he said, lying since he had to lie for the sake of the job.
"You're quite a young man for someone who's just fifteen. Do you think you could just do a little chore for me? I'll make it worth your while," she said using a coy voice.
"Well, that depends on what it is, ma'am," he said, mumbling by that time.
"There's a light bulb in the bedroom that needs to be changed. I'm tall enough to do it but I'm just afraid of getting up on one of those chairs. Would you?"
"Sure," he said, shrugging his shoulders as she led him down the hall to the bedroom. Then she pulled a chair up under the ceiling fixture and motioned to the boy as she held the new bulb.
He got up on the chair, unscrewed the old one. He was very aware of the fact that the woman was standing right in front of him and that her face was a matter of inches from his cock. He was self-conscious because he could feel his dick growing in response to that nearness.
When he finished screwing in the new bulb, she said, "Stay there and let me see if it works."
She flipped on the light switch and the light went on. Then she flipped it off. The boy was just about to come down from the chair, but the woman said, "No. Stay there. Please."
Then she was right in front of him again and she was clutching the outline of his stiff dick through the corduroy fabric of his pants. "I
can tell that you're not even fifteen and yet this cock is the size of a man's cock." Then she was kneading the dick through the pants.
Barney remained silent as she reached up and opened his pants. Then she tugged on the pants and undershorts so that the cock could leap out to freedom. The dick was completely stiff already and the woman took it between her lips. He slid the full length of it all the way forward.
Then he pressed his hands down against the top of her head and he was pushing her face forward toward his stiff erection. He was pushing his hips at the same time so that he was fucking her face, forcing the full length of the prong against the back of her throat.
Since he was so young and so turned on by the sexuality of the situation, he shot his load immediately.
She swallowed down all the juice. Each time it pulsated into his throat again she would swallow again and then her throat muscles would clasp around the flared head of the dick urging even more juice out of the sensitive heat of the cock.
It was really shooting really slamming down against the depths of her throat.
And she was hungry for it. She was willing and starving to swallow, all the boy's spunk.
He pushed the full length of his dick against the very back of her throat and then he pulled it all away from her. He almost fell off the chair because of losing balance. But as he turned away from her, he jumped off the chair. He was stuffing his dick away.
She got on her knees in front of him and shouted, "No."
"Hey, lady, are you crazy?" Barney shouted as he pulled away again.
"Let me be your sex slave, black boy. Come on. Pay me back for everything."
"Pay you back for... ?" He didn't understand what she meant, but he had a rather graphic introduction when she bent down and started to kiss the toes of his scruffy white sneakers.
Although he had just finished putting his prick back in his pants and closing his fly, he could feel the excitement coursing through his loins again. She was turning him on.
And, although he was still a child, he was able to sense the fact that she wanted him to be a tough street kid. Actually he was a hard-working boy who was determined to get somewhere in life, even if it meant selling out. But, that wasn't what the woman saw and that wasn't what she wanted to see. So, he replied with, "What'chu lookin' for, lady? Huh?"
On her knees in front of him, she looked up at him and said, "Anything."
"Anything I say?" he snapped. He could hardly believe his fortune. She was a grown woman, somewhere in her thirties, very sexual and very fascinating. She was mature and sophisticated and beautiful. But, she was on her knees in front of him and sucking on his torn white sneakers.
She nodded her head, bowing it in a completely subservient way.
"First thing you can do is strip naked, strip out of everything, lady."
"Yes," she sighed softly as she peeled off the black robe and revealed that she was completely naked underneath. Her body was gorgeous. She had a beautiful, rich tan from some recent vacation and she had very obvious white patterns on her body that were left by the tops and the bottoms of her sexy, brief swimsuits.
Her breasts looked like two perfect mounds of vanilla ice cream with little unripened berries squashed at the tops. These were the first pink nipples he could remember seeing.
Further down he saw her blond pussy patch that delicately fringed the lips of her cunt. He could tell that the woman had trimmed back her cunt hairs. That excited him as well. He was turned on by the fact that she was a very mature, very worldly woman.
And she was naked, on her knees, in front of him, and ready to serve.
He pulled open his pants and started to stroke his dick through his undershorts. His shorts, which had originally been white, were now grey from too many washings. All the elasticity had gone out of the waistband so that the shorts were drooping down a little bit. But his young throbber was clearly outlined through the fabric, lie felt this need to humiliate the woman, but he wasn't sure how. He poked his dick toward her lips still wrapped inside the white cotton of the undershorts. She opened her mouth and took it inside.
Then she started to suck up and down on the cock, even though she was eating it through the fabric of his filthy underpants. While she was doing that he pulled off his shirt and then stepped out Of his sneakers. He pushed her face away and dropped his pants and shorts so that he was as naked as she was. His young cock really was quite impressive.
The woman looked hungrily at his dick. Barney grinned openly over the fact that she was hungry for it. He pulled at his balls and said, "You can lick back here first."
Then he felt the white woman's tongue quickly working at the sensitive flesh behind his balls. Her tongue moved right to his anal opening. Then she pushed her tongue up against the moist flesh of his ass hole. The boy couldn't believe what she was doing, but he sure didn't feel like complaining about anything. He squatted a little bit to make it easier for her.
And then he felt her willing tongue pushing up against the flesh of his bottom hole.
She worked her tongue around and around there and he felt his dick responding to that stimulation. Then he pushed her face away from his anal opening and he pushed her down on the floor.
"I'm gonna fuck your pussy, lady." The boy slammed his body down on top of hers.
He was delighted that he had already cum once. He knew that his dick was so hard that he would be able to fuck her for a long time then. He pushed the full length of his cock into the hot orifice of the delicate cunt. Then he shoved his body forward a little more.
Her body pushed up against his and when he started to fuck the two of them were moving in unison. As of that time Barney had never had sex that was that good.
Even though he bad just cum a short while before he wasn't able to hold out more than another five minutes with this luscious woman. He started to shoot into the depth of her body.
And she was sucking on his ears by that time, hungry for his body.
He pulled out of her and dressed quickly. She pressed a ten dollar bill into his hand. That was a great deal of money to the boy and he hadn't expected any, not even as a tip for delivering her groceries. After all, he had been given a blowjob and a fuck from the woman.
But, much to his delight, he discovered that the woman put a certain value on him as long as he remained within the mold of her fantasies. She gave him money and took care of his sexual needs. As he got to know her more and more he discovered that she wanted to be his slave. He started to understand, slowly, what that actually meant and what powers he would have over her.
With the imagination of a boy who has been given a new toy, he invented games for her to play.
He tied her hands behind her back and tied her ankles together. Then he tossed her on the floor on her belly. "You see these underpants of mine, bitch?" he snapped at her.
She looked up at him and nodded. He was holding his shorts, bunched up in one hand.
"I'm gonna toss these across the room and you're gonna go and get them. You're gonna fetch them in your teeth and, you're gonna travel across the room on your belly. Understand?"
As he was talking his dick was standing straight up in front of him, fully erect. Her cunt was boiling over with passion. He was so young and she knew that he wasn't experienced in all of this. But he was being naturally dominant. He was responding to his real feelings.
"And I'm gonna time you to see how long it takes you to bring the shorts back. You're gonna get one smack across the ass for each three seconds it takes you, bitch."
Then he tossed the rolled up undershorts across the room and shouted, "Go."
He watched her crawling and occasionally glanced at the clock on the wall. The second hand was sweeping and he was rubbing his hands together in gleeful anticipation.
Then she managed to crawl back toward him with the undershorts in her teeth. "Okay. You can drop the shorts now. I don't wanna take them all wet from your spit, lady."
He pushed his dick into her throat as soon as she had dropped the shorts and then he started to smack the cheeks of her ass. She had earned eleven smacks for her tardiness.
He slammed his open palm down across her naked ass cheeks. "This one is for those snotty ladies who call me boy when they come into the supermarket. And this one is for those ladies who cross to the other side of the street when they see me walkin' down the street."
There was real fury in the boy's words. And as he expressed that fury his dick was stiff in the woman's throat. It was a fury that she wanted him to express because her needs dictated a longing to be the victim of such abuse. After he shot down her throat and she was sprawled on the floor at his feet she was meaning, "Oh, pay me back for everything that my people did to your people. Pay me back for it. I need it. I need it."
He found out about the woman bit by bit. He found out that she was originally from the South and that her family traced their roots back to two Civil War-generals. He found out that she was married but that her husband took long business trips.
She always gave him some money. He felt like a whore because of that but he also came to understand that the woman wanted to give him the money. That was part of her submission to him.
After a little more than a year of this, with long stretches of time when her husband was home and she would not see the boy for a month or two, she moved away. She was divorcing her husband. She told the boy that she was going back to her family in the South.
Then she gave him fifty dollars in ten dollar bills. "Don't you stay the tough little street fighter that you are, Barney. You have more in you than that. Sure, you could be the tough kid on the street if you want to be. Sure, you could beat up the other kids. But there's more that you can accomplish with your life, Barney."
He tried to give her back the money, but she laughed, "I won't even miss it. But you can get yourself something really nice with that money. Go ahead, Barney."
The boy had never even had the woman's phone number and she had never had his. If she wanted him, she knew that she could find him at the supermarket where he worked all the time.
When she left the neighborhood he had no idea where she was. She really had considered him like a whore, he realized. Because the boy was hoping for a future that would be conservative and proper, he tried to forget about what had happened with the woman.
And yet, as he was growing up, there were always other situations like it.
There were certain white women, he discovered, who had heard so much about the myth of the black man, who had heard that the black man was threatening in his maleness, that they longed for a chance to work it out for themselves. By the time the boy was in college and had filled out quite a bit he was often the target of white women like that.
He felt uncomfortable about it. "Damn," he shouted to the wife of one of his college professors after he had fucked her. "I want to be accepted among the white world. But how can they accept me if they have to worry about their wives pulling down my pants."
"Oh, come on, Barney," the seductive woman had said. "You know you liked it."
"Isn't your husband going to see the red marks I left on your ass though?"
Shrugging her shoulders, she laughed, "My husband only likes to fuck with the lights out. He never gets to see my body at all."
Barney was determined that he was going to take his dominant nature and turn it into an asset. He used that same forceful attitude when he had to make a presentation at the board.
He knew what his position among the junior executives was. He knew that the Dalon Company had been under investigation for not hiring any minorities in management posts. He also knew that the decision of when he would move up in the ranks of the board would be made not based on anything he had done in particular, but based on the decision of where they needed him. Barney knew that he was window dressing and that he would move to some moderate point on the board and could stay there for the rest of his career.
They would point to him with pride. He was their token minority upon the executives.
It was almost amusing to him that the following day, when the president of the company had to speak at a luncheon of the Negro League, he took Barney along with him. It was the only time of the year that he got to actually sit next to the company president.
The president of the company gave a rousing speech to the gathered group in the banquet hall during which he said that the country must give free enterprise the reins to straighten out the mess of the economy.
"That's how America was built and that's how America will survive."
But the response to that speech was only mild. Then he proudly introduced Barney. "One of my brightest young executives. A man who is really going places with the company. I know that I was supposed to speak for another five minutes, but let me give the floor over to my dear friend, Barney."
Barney was stunned. He hadn't prepared anything to say. He thanked the president of the company and told them how inspiring it was to see the progress made by his people. He talked nonsense for five minutes and got a rousing ovation from the people. After the luncheon he got into the president's car. The driver was black and looked at Barney with suspicion. As they drove along the president complimented him on his speech and he complimented the president on the speech he had given and then thanked him for the opportunity to speak to the crowd.
Actually, Barney felt like saying, "You fucker, how could you make me suddenly get up there without any preparation at all?"
But, he didn't. He knew that they were both being polite and lying.
"We're picking up my daughter over here," the president of the company said as the car stopped and the driver got out. They were in front of a very exclusive little shop.
A stunning girl with long, straight blonde hair came running out of the shop with a lot of packages in her arms. The driver opened the door for her and her father snapped, "Let Otis put those packages in the trunk, dear. You don't need to carry them."
She loaded all of the packages into the driver's arms and then climbed into the car as the black man in uniform closed the door behind her. She kissed her father on the cheek and then said, "Oh, I had the most wonderful trip, Daddy. Who's this?"
Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked at Barney. She smiled at him.
"Don't you remember Mr. Springer, dear? He was at the executive's Christmas party this year."
"How do you do, Mr. Springer," the girl said, reaching across her father and shaking Barney's hand as they nodded to each other. Then the three of them settled in for the ride back to the office building. Even though the older white man was sitting in between the two younger people, Barney was aware of the sexual tension between himself and the girl.
She was about twenty-one and she looked like the most cosmopolitan New York woman.
But, when the ride was over, Barney was the first one out of the car. He went directly to his office. He had missed the lunch with the other junior executives. This was already Friday. It was the beginning of the weekend and he hadn't made any progress toward finding a woman to enslave.
He didn't want to know what the other young men had said over lunch. He was disturbed about the fact that he had allowed his male bravado to push him into betting two hundred dollars on the question of which of them could bring in the most beautiful and gutsy female slave.
Back at his desk he started to work hard, trying to bury himself in his work. He was disturbed by the memories that had come up because of the bet. He had tried to become the polite and proper business executive who did not have a color to his skin. But he knew that he hadn't succeeded. He knew that when people looked at him they saw a black man.
And he knew that there were many women who looked at him and immediately saw a black stud.
"Mr. Springer," his secretary said over the intercom. "There's a young woman who ... "
But before the secretary had finished, the door opened. It was the daughter of the president of the company. She looked around the office and said, "Oh, I just wanted to tell you, Mr. Springer, what a pleasure it was to have met you and spoken to you. I never got a chance. As long as I was on this floor I wanted to see where you worked.
"What a lovely office. I can see that you're very fastidious." The young woman was looking around the office and walking around as if she were investigating the job the interior decorator had done. The door was still standing wide open and the secretary was right in the doorway watching the whole scene. Somehow, Barney could tell that the blonde girl in the room was very aware of the secretary and that she was, in fact, putting on a show for the secretary.
"Well, I really must be running now, Mr. Springer," the blonde girl said, reaching her right arm out toward him. "It's been a pleasure." When she shook his hand she placed a folded piece of paper in his right hand. She winked at him and then she left the room.
"Oh, my, Mr. Springer, that young lady is sure a whirlwind, isn't she?"
"Yes, Mrs. Frobisher. That was the daughter of the president," Barney said.
"Oh, is that her? My but she's a pretty girl. No wonder all the young men chase her."
"Well, back to work, Mrs. Frobisher." As soon as his secretary had closed the door Barney unfolded the piece of paper he had been handed. It gave him a phone number and told him that he should call that number between four and five that afternoon, that she would be waiting.
He understood just what the blonde girl had wanted. She had come into the office and left the door open so that the secretary could see everything, so that nothing would be under suspicion. But, she actually wanted to have a black stud.
Barney looked at the ... number. He didn't get additional work done that afternoon. He just kept debating whether or not he should phone the number he had been given. He felt his cock growing hard as he thought about the luscious blonde girl. But, at the same time he was terrified. He had made it to this point in his career by being the nice black man who didn't rock the boat.
But when the time came for him to actually make a decision, he ended up calling the girl at ten minutes after four. He justified the action in many ways. She was the big boss's daughter and it would have been rude not to have followed up on her request.
"I want to see you tonight, Mr. Springer," she said, as soon as she knew it was him on the phone.
"Well ... uh, it would be most pleasant to see you together with your father and mother. I'm a member of the Williams' Club and would be happy to have you and ... "
"Cut the crap, Barney. You know what I want," the girl moaned softly.
He stammered a little bit and didn't know how to answer. She said, "Be here at nine tonight." She had her own apartment and she gave him her address.
"That might be dangerous," he said, concerned about the girl's family.
"Be there, Barney. I promise that it'll be worthwhile for you ... And if you don't show up that could be dangerous."
Then she hung up the phone. He was troubled. Just when he was supposed to find a girl he could turn into a slave he was being forced into this strange position by the boss's daughter. He felt his long dick throbbing inside his pants. But at the same time he felt put-upon by the girl. He was angry at the way she had felt she could boss him around.
And his anger kept on growing all the way until he got to the girl's apartment at nine.
It wasn't only anger at the girl. It was anger about everything in his life. He was one raging volcano. He was angry at the company for hiring him and making him into a token for his race. He was angry at the girl for using him the way she was.
He hammered on her door in a determined manner. She pulled open the door. She was wearing nothing but a short white negligee as she ushered him into the apartment.
There were candles lit all over the place. It was an elegant little East side apartment.
"A little wine, Barney?" she offered, sweeping into the room behind him.
"No ... thank you ... " he snapped, standing rigid and erect.
She giggled. "Oh, what's bugging you, Barney? I do things like this all the time. My daddy never finds out about any of them. He gave up trying to control me years ago."
The girl licked his neck as she said that. He pulled away from her.
"Things like this? You do things like this? Do you realize that you're not talking about me as if I were even a person? You think I'm just a stud who can service you, is that it?" Her eyes were ablaze as she tossed her head back and said, "How dare you?"
"How dare I? What about you, you rich little bitch? How dare you?"
She started to laugh as she said, "Do you know what my daddy will do to you when be finds out how you've spoken to me? Do you know what's gonna happen to you in the business world?"
"And what's gonna happen to you for inviting me over here to seduce me?"
"I told you that my father doesn't interfere with my life anymore. Re knows he can't control me." The girl was very proud of that point and she almost laughed the words.
"But, he can ruin everything I worked for all my life if you decide to say so."
As Barney said that he grasped onto the girl's wrists and held them. She felt the iron of his grip and realized that she had made a mistake. "Hey, I wouldn't actually do that. I mean, I wouldn't really, honestly report you to my father for anything. I wouldn't."
"Oh, wouldn't you? I don't happen to believe that little lie. You're the kind of bitch who's never had to work for anything in her life and so you don't worry about anyone else in the world. You don't consider anyone else's feelings and you don't care about them."
She fell to her knees because of the way he was gripping her wrists. "Stop it. I order you to stop it."
"You're used to ordering people around, aren't you, Pamela? That's what you do to all your servants and that's even the way you treat your daddy. But, I am one man who's stopped taking orders as of right now."
"Please. Don't hurt me. You're hurting me. You're pulling on my wrists."
"That's hurting you, girl? That? This little bit of pulling that I'm doing and you're telling me that you're in pain. Hah! Yu don't know what pain is. You're used to your comfortable little world. You don't have to worry about a damn thing because your daddy will take care of it."
She was really terrified now. The black stud was rambling on and really in a rage.
"I'm gonna show you what it is to be hurting," he snapped as he pulled her toward the sleek sofa. He tossed the girl over his knees and then pushed her negligee up.
She knew immediately what he was going to do. She was struggling against him.
But he raised one hand up in the air and slammed it down across the bare cheeks of her ass. He saw the cheeks glisten bright red and then he saw the girl clenching her cheeks together.
"No-o-o-o-o!" she screamed. "Don't you dare. Don't you spank me."
He slapped her ass two more times in quick succession and she yelled even louder.
"You were never spanked in your whole damn life, were you, bitch?"
"Don't you talk that way to me!" she howled, tears streaming down her cheeks.
But he kept on holding here there on his lap. "You were used to" always getting any damn thing you ever wanted and you were used to always, having your own way with everything. I can't believe that there wasn't even one incident in all the time you were growing up that didn't deserve a good, strong spanking and punishment. So, this is the spanking."
And his large, hammy hand kept on slamming across the cheeks of her ass. She was clenching her smooth muscular ass cheeks together and that was making the path even worse "Please," she whimpered.
"Please, what? You're going to get me out of a job, out on the streets. You're going to ruin everything I worked for simply because I wouldn't be your puppet, didn't want to be your stud, your dildo for your whims and pleasures. Well, honey, if you're ready to do that to me, then I think I ought to give you something to really hold against me."
He kept on spanking her ass, aware more and more that the sensually curved white flesh was warm to the touch. The girl was aware of the thick cock that was sticking up right against her flesh. She could feel it through the pants that the black man was wearing.
And she was also aware of a strange longing in her body. She had traveled around the world always looking for kicks and new pleasures. But, no man had ever mastered her, no man had ever even tried to conquer her. This was something new for Pamela and it was something that was making her pussy ooze and drool as it had never done before.
She felt susceptible. She felt vulnerable. She was being overpowered and was no longer in control of the situation in spite of the fact that she had worked so hard to take control of all situations in her life. Somehow it was the same fearful feeling that she knew from riding roller coasters or driving a car too fast along mountain roads.
It was taking a risk with her body. But she was filled up with excitement, burning up with excitement. The black stud was smacking her ass until the cheeks were numb and his hand was tingling. Then he rolled the girl off his lap and she rolled onto the floor.
Her ass cheeks had been well abused already and when they hit the carpet on the floor she shuddered all over because of the way the nerve endings, raw from the spanking, had been scraped by the new surface. Then she looked up at the man who was leaning over her.
"Now, let me see, what else shall I do to you to teach you some manners, bitch?"
She didn't even dare move. The man was in charge. He was dominating her.
There was one voice in her head that was telling her to get up and rush out of the apartment, to run away from the man and shout for help. But there was another voice that was keeping her just where she was. She was looking up at him and feeling a strange sort of dread that was mixed with sensual excitement. It was a dread that seemed most alive inside the wails of her delicate pussy. It was a dread that communicated, through her eyes, as sexual excitement.
He stroked the erection that was pressing inside his pants. It was quite large.
"I'm not the first black-man you ever had?" he asked, almost as a statement.
She shook her head and said, "Otis ... my father's driver...
"And he was willing to put up with your shit, girl? He was willing to take abuse from you?"
She swallowed hard and looked away from Barney's eyes. But he grabbed her blonde hair and snarled, "I want you to know that I ain't playin' games. I mean what I'm tellin' you, bitch. When I ask you a question I want you to answer that question. Understand?"
"Yes ... Yes, sir ... " she said, realizing that she had been placed in a totally subservient position and that the man was only just beginning his domination of her.